The College Cock Sleeve - Part 5

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Lyle’s cock was lubed generously with my own saliva. He worked it deeper into my throat and let me choke on it for a moment whilst Riley Asher spread my ass cheeks with his hands.

“Dude, I don’t think I could have made it through this semester without the video that you posted” he chuckled, teasing my ring with his finger, “having a cock sleeve on hand is the only thing keeping me going”.

Lyle was breathing heavy. I’d been sucking his cock for the last twenty minutes, which was unusual considering I’d mastered the act of getting him off in less than five. He seemed to enjoy drawing it out, and I couldn’t complain. Riley had found some comfort in the fact that my roommate was using me like a Fleshlight, so now he came around almost every evening to double team me.

“Right?” Lyle grinned, making me slow down so he didn’t bust, “and look at his cock, he fucking loves it”.

He was correct. I’d finally found my place. I was sucking cock and taking it up my ass at every possible opportunity. I was doing room calls at night, stopping by any dorm that I was asked to. I knew it was wrong, sure, but at the risk of sounding extremely cliche, it felt so fucking right.

Riley slid his tool into me. Despite the fact that I was training my asshole almost nightly with campus cock, I was still tight enough that it hurt. I winced, but Lyle rubbed my face, almost romantically, whilst still feeding me his rod.

“God damn” he groaned, holding my hips as he drove deeper, “it’s like his ass is the perfect fit”.

Lyle nodded. He knew from experience that my ass was happy to take just about any cock.

When Riley found his rhythm and Lyle quickened his pace, I melted into the feeling of being their toy. It wasn’t degrading or humiliating, it was completely the opposite. Yes, they were using me to get off, but I was the key to their arousal. I held all the cards. I decided when to clench, when to slow down, when to speed up. I decided which cock to focus on, which handsome young man to please. I was the golden boy, and they both knew that.

Riley didn’t like to waste time. At weekends, his girlfriend came by and although his excuse had always been that he was simply horny without her, he still swung by to drop a load even when she was on her way.

“Fuck” he groaned, slamming balls deep into me, “you’ve got such a great fucking ass, bro”.

Harder again as Lyle watched and leaked into my throat. I arched my back, feeling Riley’s hand sliding up and down my spine. I felt sexy like this. Like some sort of slutty whore, taking as much cock as humanly possible.

I plunged my head down Lyle’s throbbing erection and felt his balls on my chin. He was sweating now, desperate to stave off the inevitable, but he was close, and watching Riley drill my guts was taking him even closer.

“Oh fuck yeah!” He gasped from behind, squeezing my flesh as he unleashed wads of sperm into my rectum. I felt his cock expand with each squirt, and once he finished, Lyle started.

My mouth flooded with the familiar taste of his cum. I’d grown an addiction to the stuff, and found myself actually enjoying the flavour. I gulped it down, appreciating the fact that my stomach was now swamped in the sperm of two hot college guys.

“Thanks bro” Riley said, dragging his wet cock out of me, “I can always count on you for a good milking”.

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and dropped onto my own bed which was warm and slightly wet from the sweat and cum. I smiled contently.

“Are you guys going to the party tonight?” He added, pulling on his underwear. Lyle nodded, I did, too, but I still wasn’t exactly sure what the party actually was. When Riley left, I asked.

“I hate those douchebags” Lyle explained, just like he had every single time the Baron twins were mentioned, “they are literally the human equivalent of when you catch your dick in your zipper”.

I grinned.

“But they throw the best fucking parties on the planet. I’m talking ice sculptures, fireworks, fire breathers, you name it”.

I nodded with an impressed pout. In truth, I wasn’t particularly bothered by the type of parties the twins threw, I was just happy to be invited.

“But the best part is” he continued, lowering his voice as though we weren’t alone in our dorm, “the sex”.

“The sex?”

He nodded. “Chicks, guys, whatever you want, on a plate, and ho-lee-fuck”.

My eyes widened as Lyle bit his fist and made a jerk-off motion with his hand. “These people are fucking hot”.

“Damn” I mouthed. “And I can just… Pick one to have sex with?”

“Yeah, that’s the beauty of it man, they’ll fuck literally anyone, because the Barons don’t just invite everyone, they only pick the hot people, or the popular ones, or the rich ones of course” he gestured toward himself, but I was too busy basking in the fact that I’d been invited.

I wasn’t popular, not unless you take into account the fact that I was taking three or four loads every single night. I certainly wasn’t rich, either, so maybe the twins thought I was hot?

Lyle and I dressed together. Despite the fact that he claimed that he was one hundred percent heterosexual, it was he who helped me dress.

“You look like a Mormon” he told me, when I appeared in a white shirt and black pants. An hour later, he’d forced me to mess up my hair, change into one of his red and black dragon print shirts, which I was forbidden from buttoning, and a pair of matching shorts.

“I look like a fucking cushion print” I said, gawping at myself in the mirror. Lyle stood behind me and sprayed me with some expensive cologne.

“You’ve never been to a party like this” he told me, “just trust me”.

He drove, which I was thankful for. I’d expected to be returning to the penthouse where I’d been the previous week, but when we were still driving almost an hour later, and the city was long behind us, I had no idea where we were going.

Finally, as the inky darkness covered us, we reached our destination. The place was in the middle of nowhere, and covered all around by forest. The house was less of a house and more of a manor, and was surrounded by a large wall. Two iron gates swung open when we arrived, and Lyle drove slowly over the gravel, parking next to cars that I’d never even heard of.

“There’s a lot of rich assholes here tonight” he said, fixing his collar, “your best bet is to pretend you’re some wealthy exchange student who can’t speak English”.

With those words, we stepped out and I followed him to the huge black doors. I felt my stomach churn as we walked up the steps. I’d barely ever been to a normal party, let alone one like this, and I was nervously excited.

Lyle knocked, and less than a second later, both doors opened and two men stood either side, both of them wearing suits, but more pressing, was the fact that both of them were also wearing matching masquerades. They were glittery and covered their eyes and the right side of their faces. Truth be told, it was quite jarring.

Again, I followed. Lyle ignored the men, but I nodded my thanks and neither of them responded. Perhaps they were all rich assholes.

Inside, the hall reminded me of a scene from a movie. A huge staircase with red carpet ran up the middle, and around it, furniture that looked like it was from the middle ages. I had no doubt that a single item was worth more than everything I had ever owned combined.

“Lyle” a familiar voice came, and I turned to find Harlow Baron.

Just like the doormen, Harlow had something that resembled a diamond encrusted eye mask which he held up with a stick. He wore a single chain which hung from a steel collar around his neck, ran down his bare chest, and attached to the steel belt around his waist. Below, chains hung down in something similar to a chain mail, flowing skirt. It looked absurd.

“Glad you could make it” he said, though he didn’t sound glad. He glanced at me. “Why are you still here?” He asked sharply, “you’re meant to be getting ready”.

I cocked a brow. Lyle looked at me, and he cocked a brow, and after clicking his fingers at seemingly nobody, Harlow had summoned a very handsome young man.

“Come” he said, in an accent that was so thick I could barely understand it.

He took me by the arm, and I stared at Lyle in the hopes that he would rescue me. A moment later, I was being led up the grand staircase and toward a room.

“Sorry” I said as we walked, “but where are you taking me?”

“Room” the young Russian said, “to prepare”.

Prepare?

I had no idea what it was that I was supposed to be preparing for, until I remembered the twins parting words the previous week.

Wear whatever you want. It won’t stay on you for long.

My eyes widened slightly as the young man took me into the room and closed the door behind us. I’d been expecting a bedroom, but I was very wrong. It was larger than my house back home. People hurried back and forth, breasts, penises, vaginas and naked asses were completely on show. The majority of the naked people were around my age, with some slightly older, but they all had one thing in common. They were all fucking hot.

“I think there’s been a mistake” I said, gulping as a very dark skinned, muscular young man slid by me, his long cock pressing against my hand as he did.

“No mistake” the Russian said, and took me over to a rack where dozens of silk, see-through cloaks hung. “You wear this, and no more”.

I gawped again. Was I about to be one of the people who Lyle had told me about? The people who refused nothing from anybody? I nervously watched a young woman next to me who seemed completely unbothered as she slipped into the silk gown. It did absolutely nothing to conceal her nudity, except add a slight veil to it. Admittedly, it looked wonderfully erotic, but how could I wear something like that?

“You are shaved, yes?” My new chaperone asked, and I gulped and shook my head. He rolled his eyes and yanked me back over toward another door. “You go and you shave. Ass, cock, balls, no hair”.

I nodded, because I wasn’t sure what else to do, and a moment later, I was sliding a razor over my pubes.

“What the fuck is this?” I whispered to myself, ridding myself of my body hair, and shaking with a nervous sort of excitement.

By the time I’d managed to shave every inch of myself below my waist, the room was mostly empty.

“Hurry, hurry” the Russian said impatiently, “it is about to begin”.

I clasped my hands over my junk as he handed me one of the gowns, and felt not even the slightest relief when the opaque material covered me. I could hardly feel the thing, and when I walked, it felt like I was walking naked.

“What do I do?!” I asked anxiously, as I followed him outside and found at least twenty naked people lining the corridor, all wearing the same thing, and all looking perfect.

The young man turned to me and smiled for the first time. He placed his hand on my shoulder, leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“Everything”.