Princeton University - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Triggers: Rough. 

I’d watched the movie at least five times. It was one of those movies that you stick on just for some background noise as you eat dinner or scroll through TikTok. I was multi-tasking. Something I’d become quite skilled at lately.

My roommate had left. College life wasn’t for everyone, and I can’t say that I wasn’t thankful for it. Don’t get me wrong, he was a nice guy, but now I had the place to myself, so I lay naked on my bed, mindlessly stroking my half hard cock and letting my mind run over the events of the last few weeks.

Being fucked by Harry Rotchberger was up there with the craziest things I’d ever done. Being fucked by Baxter Charmichael was a close second. Being passed between each of them as I knelt naked on the football pitch, trying to swallow down each of their cocks, and eventually returning to my dorm room with thick streaks of warm sperm across my face took the top spot. Yet, something crazier was slowly taking place, and I still wasn’t sure if I’d fully understood that.

Things had changed at Princeton. Things had changed at Princeton for me anyway. Prior to this, my days were as boring as one could expect. I went to lectures, studied, ate, watched movies and slept. When I had the privacy to jerk off, I did that, too. Now, my evenings were filled with things that I’d never expected them to be filled with.

The knock sounded and I turned the movie off and got to my feet. Most people would have dressed for the occasion, but I saw little point. They preferred me like this, and my clothes would only end up being torn off me, anyway.

“Someone’s eager” Baxter grinned, eyeing my semi-erection as he pushed inside the room. Harry closed the door and ignored me as he walked by. He was like that sometimes, but I didn’t mind.

“Like I was saying” Baxter said, kicking off his sneakers and sitting down on the free bed. “She’s a fucking freak, man”.

Harry peeled his t-shirt off. Even after weeks of having my tongue spread across every single inch of the young man, he still fascinated me. His entire body was drenched in muscle.

“I told you she was a freak” he said, as they both continued to undress, “I’m the one who found out she was a freak”.

“Yeah, and you also said there wasn’t a hope in hell that I’d manage to hit that”.

“I said the same about this guy” he joked, cocking his head toward me as I stood naked and patient.

I’d discovered a lot about the two college athletes over the last few weeks. I’d discovered that Baxter likes it rough. Harry likes it kinky. They both insist that they’re straight, even when one of them is buried in my ass, and the other, in my throat. But the most interesting thing of all, is that for as long as the two of them could remember, they’ve been playing The Game.

It was crude and brutal, but they seemed to enjoy it more than anything in the world. I’d even witnessed part of it, and I can’t say that I was impressed. Harry had a spreadsheet of every chick in campus. Each week, one was picked at random, and it didn’t matter who she was, what she looked like or whether or not either of them were actually into her, but the young woman would then be hunted by them.

They’d flip a coin. The winner struck first. It was easier that way, because there were very few females on campus who wouldn’t fall for either of them. A blowjob was all it took, but they liked to show off, usually fucking the woman senseless. After that, the other one had a week to do the same deed. If they were successful, they won. Otherwise, the first person did.

It was a bizarre ritual, but who was I to stop them? As I nestled between Harry’s legs and closed my mouth around his cock, they began plotting for their next week of fun.

“We’ve already done Megan” Baxter said, his meaty cock squashed between his muscular thighs. “How about Nicole?”

“Fine” Harry shrugged, before pushing my head further down his gigantic pole. I choked, but I was getting used to having every inch of my throat invaded by him.

“Wait, isn’t she dating that dude from the swim team?”

“So?” Harry scoffed, and Baxter cackled.

I was their toy. That much had become clear the night they face fucked me to within an inch of my life. I don’t know how I ever became part of The Game, nor did I ask, but I was no longer a prize to be won. They liked my mouth. They liked my asshole, too, and that was all there was to it.

Harry transferred me to his buddy’s cock. A silver string linked us for a moment, until Baxter presented me with his manhood, and I plunged down on it.

“Alright, heads or tails?” He asked.

“Heads”.

I felt the coin hit my naked back and roll down my spine. The two of them leaned forward and Baxter said “yes!”

I wondered what people would think if they knew that this was their Friday night routine now? They had their bodies serviced by a guy, whilst simultaneously deciding which girl on campus would be their next focus. It was truly insane, but I can’t say that I was all that bothered.

“Did I not tell you to arch your back the last time?” Harry growled, and slapped my ass with his hand, “if you’re gonna suck cock, at least look good while you do it”.

I mumbled a reply and obeyed him. The truth was, he just liked having a reason to spank me, and I wasn’t one bit upset by that. The two handsome studs had unlocked another side to me, almost as much as I’d unlocked another side to them. In their presence, they were the men and I was a lowly boy, ready to pleasure them however they wanted.

During the day, we didn’t exist to each other. Life went on as normal and that worked for all of us. I had my friends and they had theirs, and nobody in Princeton University would ever know the debauchery that occurred in the dorm room at night.

“We have a surprise for you tonight” Harry said, and although my face was buried in Baxter’s bush, I could hear him smiling. He stood up and walked around me before grabbing my ass and pulling it apart.

“You got the lube?” He asked, and Baxter must have nodded, because a second later, I felt strings of cool liquid drool down my crack. “We’re wrecking you tonight”.

My eyes widened as Harry began to work a lubed finger up my hole. I was used to being invaded by now, but hearing the threatening words made my heart jump and my cock swell. He twisted his finger inside me, scraping off the walls of my rectum as he slid it in and out. Being fucked by Harry was, indeed, an ass wrecking experience, but there was something about his promise tonight that made me think that this was something more.

“I’ll be real, man” he chuckled, and pulled a finger out before pushing something rubbery against my opening, “I don’t even know where this dildo came from, I just found it in my room”.

“You sure it’s not yours?” Baxter joked, and with an angry thrust, Harry slid half of the thick toy into my ring. I groaned on Baxter’s meat.

He grabbed my hair and forced my head back, but I kept his cock between my lips as he grinned down at me.

“You know?” He said, pumping his hips slowly, “this kinda shit could do with a general aesthetic”. I watched as he pulled out a small bottle. I’d never seen it before, and as he unscrewed the cap and held it to my face, I felt the stench of paint thinners pour up my nostrils as I inhaled it deeply, and suddenly everything was different.

My head felt lighter and my heart beat a little faster. A warm rush of pleasure burst through me, and my eyes rolled back as Harry rammed the dildo deeper. I felt loose, as though he could stick another dildo in me and it wouldn’t even matter, and although I’d been excited before, it was nothing compared to this.

“Oh yeah, that’s got him going” Harry grinned, pummelling my hole with the toy. “I think he’s about ready”.

Baxter pulled his cock from my throat as I moaned in ecstasy. Being fucked by a rubber dildo had never felt as good, and I was quite certain that if he kept going, I’d jizz all over the bed I was leaning over. Baxter hooked his hands under my naked armpits and dragged me onto him. The dildo slipped out with a wet squelch and I felt his warm, real cock slap off my drooling hole as he positioned me.

“Tomorrow” he said, getting into place, “every single person in Princeton is gonna know that you were fucked by us”.

His words hardly made sense. How? I leaned against his chiselled body as he guided his cock into me, and moaned onto his shoulder once he’d pushed inside.

Being fucked by Baxter was a pleasure inducing roller-coaster. He was incredibly skilled, and his meat was the perfect size for my hole. Harry on the other hand, preferred to inflict damage with his rod. Perhaps it wasn’t intentional, and I had gotten used to him in recent weeks, but it was always the more uncomfortable of the two.

More lube squirted down my ass and was collected by Baxter’s cock and driven deep into my bowels. I was already leaking pre-cum onto his abs as we sat in a weird sort of hugging position. My legs were spread either side of his, and he jammed upwards with each stroke.

“You ready, Baxter?” Harry asked, as though Baxter was the one being impaled.

“Shove it in” he replied, and my eyes widened. He saw the fear and chuckled. “Here” he said, unscrewing the bottle again and blocking one of my nostrils with his thumb, “take a nice deep huff”.

I sucked the toxic air deep into my lungs and felt the explosive effects instantly. Everything felt better like this. Everything felt warm and exciting, and suddenly I was laying down on top of Baxter as he continued to drill me from below, and something else entered the mix.

“No chick has ever been able for this” Harry explained, leaning his weight down on my lower back as he began to force his rod into the same asshole that was already stretched wide.

Even with the magical bottle, the pain tore through my lower half and made me cry out. Baxter rubbed my cheek with his sweaty thumb, before kissing me softly. “Are you good, baby?” He whispered, and I whimpered as Harry pulled my ass cheeks apart so hard that I was sure they’d rip. “Just take nice deep breaths” he breathed, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Yes, this was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to me, but the pain was more intense than I ever could have imagined. I was being dragged apart. My poor, protesting sphincter was losing the battle, and I wondered how much I could actually be stretched before my body simply gave up.

“I got the head in” Harry grunted, squirting yet more lube onto himself, “we’re going all the motherfuckin’ way, baby!”

I dug my fingers into the warm, hard flesh of Baxter’s back. He didn’t seem to mind. He was too busy ploughing me as his best friend inched deeper.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, feeling more of him in me.

“That’s right” Harry snarled, “you moan, boy!”.

More huffs of the magic bottle. More lube. More thrusting. More moaning.

Harry continued feeding his snake into me until finally, as I lay there panting and groaning, I had two entire cocks shoved deep into my asshole.

“Now that’s a fucking asshole” Harry gasped, as his cock pressed hard against Baxter’s, and the two of them throbbed inside me.

“You ready, bro?” He asked, and I knew for certain that he wasn’t speaking to me. Baxter nodded, and in unison, both of them pulled their poles almost fully from my burning ring, and shoved them back in.

Cum began to spray from my cock which was trapped between my stomach and Baxter’s. The orgasm was instant and powerful, and every part of my body tightened up as I sent squirts of sperm up through our sweaty flesh. There’d been no warning. One thrust was all it took, and when the second one occurred, piss exploded from me and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop it.

“We’re fucking this guy up” Baxter laughed, rubbing my urine into his chest as they double-fucked the shit out of me. “He’s pissing all over himself!”

I was delirious with the sensitive pleasure and blinding pain that coursed through my veins. My body had betrayed me entirely, and all I could do was lay there, sandwiched in between the sweaty hunks as they ruined my hole, until the pain subsided, and I was in heaven.

Harry moaned first. I was stretched so tightly around them both that I felt the small swell of his cock as hot sperm gushed inside me. I imagined it drowning Baxter’s one in cum, and not a second later, Baxter throbbed like a dog locked in place, and emptied his balls into my battered bowels.

Harry pulled out first. Baxter’s cock then fell from the gaping orifice that they’d created, and I lay there as they filmed the aftermath of their first double penetration.

“Holy shit, is that his heart I can see?” Baxter gawped.

“No, dumbass, but look at all that fucking cum!”

My hole hung open for everyone to see. I had no idea how I felt about them viewing something that even I had never seen myself, but I simply lay there, choking for breath on the soaking wet bed, until I finally found the bottle.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked, hungrily unscrewing the cap and bringing it back to my nostril. Baxter grabbed it after just a short huff, and rubbed my head.

“I think we found us a popper pig” he joked with Harry, who reached over, grabbed my hair and jerked my head backwards.

“And just what will our little popper pig do for a hit?” He grinned.

“Anything!” I moaned, “anything!”.