Dominance - Part 8

There's going to be a one week break between this chapter and the next one. Next week, the story will switch to a different POV, but don't worry, all will make sense. 

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

“Nice to see you, Cole” Jackson grinned, as I quickly grabbed my junk and gawped at my flatmate.

“J… Jackson?” I gasped, unable to believe my eyes, as the handsome twenty-two year old eyeballed me. “I… I can explain” I stuttered, and looked up at Paul he smirked.

“No need” he said, “Jackson already knows all about you”.

My brain scrambled to make sense of what I was hearing. It couldn’t be true! There was simply no way that the guy who I’d been living with for months, could possibly know what had happened between Paul and I. It was absurd. It was insane. It was true.

“I’ll be honest, man” he chuckled, as the warm soapy water poured down his impressive, naked body. “I didn’t take you for a slave boy”.

“I… I’m not” I said, and felt Paul’s fingers tighten around my arm. “I mean… I uh… I just…”

“Don’t worry” Jackson said, taking a step toward me, as my eyes trailed down his muscular body, and landed on the plump cock that hung below. “Your secret’s safe with me”.

I didn’t know what to say back. What could I say? Jackson seemed to know everything, and my stomach churned at the idea.

“Show him your cage, boy” Paul said, and my eyes widened again. “Go ahead, let him see”.

Jackson smirked at me. We’d always gotten on pretty well. In fact, we regularly chilled out together, sometimes even gaming or watching football, and I was almost certain that the guy was as straight as an arrow.

“D… Do you want to see?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, you fuckin’ bet I do” Jackson sneered, and a strange sense of excitement rushed through me as I lowered my hands.

For a moment, the two of them simply stared at my naked body. I felt utterly exposed, but desperately aroused, and I remained in place as they watched.

“Fuck” Jackson eventually laughed, “all this time and I could have been using you as a fuck toy”.

The words made me dizzy. Had Jackson just admitted that he was interested in me like that? How could it be? I’d heard, on more than one occasion, the things he got up to with young women in his bedroom. There was no freaking way that he had ever thought of me like that.

“No time like the present” Paul smiled, and nudged me forward. “Show your friend what you’ve learned, boy”.

I gawped at him, and then back to Jackson. “Wait” I said, because I still didn’t believe it. “You want me to suck his dick?”

“No” Paul told me, lowering me to my knees on the wet tiles, “I want you to worship his dick”.

Jackson’s junk was now right in my face, and I had no idea what to do with it. I looked up at him, waiting for him to burst into laughter and tell me that this was all just a joke, but the handsome jock just nodded.

“Suck, slave boy” he whispered.

Shaking with nervous excitement, I reached for his fat rod. It was shorter than Paul’s, but equally as thick, and as soon as my fingers closed around the shaft, it began to stiffen.

Drunk on arousal, I took his pink helmet into my mouth and began to suck my flatmate’s cock. None of it felt real, but then again, nothing that had happened over these last few weeks felt real. What the fuck had I become?

“Everything ready?” Paul asked Jackson, as the two of them ignored me whilst I sucked cock below them.

“Almost” Jackson said, “just a few more things to go”.

“Excellent. The boy will help, of course”.

“Oh, I know he will” Jackson grinned, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me deeper onto his cock as I gagged.

I tried to focus on what they were talking about, but my flatmate was leaking copious amounts of pre-fuck into my mouth, and the taste was driving me crazy.

I continued sucking until Jackson moaned. I waited for my mouth to flood, just like it had done yesterday, but instead, the young man pulled his cock from my throat and jerked it over my face.

“Awh fuck” he gasped, throwing his head back as he shot his creamy load across my face. I winced as each spurt of sperm splashed against my eyes, lips and cheek, and when Jackson had squeezed the last of his cum onto my face, he shook his cock off and wiped his hand in my hair. “You look good like that” he smiled, as his seed dripped onto my naked body. “I better get going. Don’t wanna be late for college”.

I watched from my knees, still in disbelief, as Jackson left and Paul stood in front of me. “Suck” he said, and I blinked up at him.

“Can I wash this off, sir?” I asked, more because it was making my cock painfully strain, than anything else.

“Did I tell you to wash it off?” He asked, “suck”.

I took my second cock of the day and it wasn’t even eight o’ clock. Paul shot his load into my mouth, and I gulped it down, but when I walked over to the shower afterwards, he took my arm again.

“I like the stink, remember?” He breathed, and so I dressed under his watchful eye, and by the time I made it to college, Jackson’s load had dried into my skin.

“The male anatomy, on the outside, appears relatively simple. You have the reproductive organs, namely the penis and testicles which can be seen on the outside of the body”.

Professor Lawrence’s lectures were often the most boring lectures on the planet, yet, as I sat there, surrounded by other students in the packed out lecture room, with dried cum on my face, a cage around my cock, and my asshole filled with rubber, even the mention of the word ‘penis’ was making me horny.

I watched as the middle aged man pointed out the different areas of a cock, and began to imagine him doing the same lecture, but using his own prick as an example. Was Professor Lawrence’s cock big? Was it long and thick like Paul’s? Or short and thick like Jackson’s? Did he have pubic hair? Full balls? Was his cum as delicious as Paul’s cum? By the time the lecture finished, my pants were soaked.

“Hey bro” David Riley called. He was a buddy of mine, and he only ever sounded this happy when there was a party to attend. “So there’s this party at the weekend” he started, but stopped and looked over my shoulder.

“He’s busy this weekend” Jackson said, smiling as he put his arm around my shoulder. My cheeks turned red as he held me in place. “Ain’t that right, Cole?”

I looked back at David and smiled sympathetically. “Yeah, bro” I said, “sorry”.

“No sweat” he nodded, “another time”.

We both watched as David walked away, before Jackson walked me toward the building. “You stink of my cum” he whispered, as a group of hot college chicks walked by. “I bet everybody can smell my nut off you”.

“What do you mean I’m busy this weekend?” I asked, as we walked inside.

“Don’t ask questions, slave boy” Jackson grinned, turning me toward the stairs which led down to an area of the college that people rarely ventured to. “You just do what you’re told, got it?”

My cock bulged in the cage again as we headed toward the restrooms. Jackson locked the door behind us and pulled out his phone. “Paul wants to see you” he said, “get naked and show off that little cage”.

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” I smirked, because I could see the same excitement in his eyes, as there was in mine.

“Less talking, more stripping” he said, recording me as I began to undress.

Having Jackson boss me around was certainly hot, but he was nowhere near as dominant as Paul. I stood before him a moment later, naked and dripping onto the floor.

“You know” he said, putting the phone back into his pocket. “I’d fuck you if it wasn’t for your owner”.

“What do you mean?”

“He has special plans for your ass” he grinned, “but until then, your mouth is free use, now give me another blowjob, and make it snappy. I have an exam in ten minutes”.

Just like last time, I got to my knees. Jackson stepped closer, and took a phone call as I unzipped his pants and fished out the same cock that had shot a load on me that morning. I could still smell the cum off him. Or, maybe it was me.

“Ashley, I told you already” he said, as I swallowed his cock, “I have plans this weekend. No, you can’t come over. Because I have plans. No, not next week, either. Aw fuck, suck it faster. No, nothing, nothing, I’m just a bit busy”.

Jackson continued the conversation until his cock squirted spurts of watery cum onto the back of my tongue, and without saying a word, he pulled his cock out, leaving me naked, on my knees, and walked out the door.

What were these plans that him and Paul knew about?