My Loud Mouth — Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Breaking In

I was lying on the couch in the living room, the only thing between me and full nudity being the cage locked tightly around my cock. The air in the dorm felt too warm, my body still sore from the afternoon. I was half-dozing when the door suddenly burst open and one of Liam’s teammates, Bradley, stepped in without knocking. He took one look at me sprawled there, exposed and helpless, and smirked.

"Wow, you weren't lying," Bradley said to Liam as I ran to my room.

"Yup, he lost a Smash Bros bet." He didn't mention how it was much more than that.

"You guys are fuckin wild."

I could hear them through the wall, laughing, debating which movie to put on, deciding on pizza. The easy banter between Liam and Bradley made me feel like an outsider in my own dorm. I stayed tucked away in my room, mostly because I didn’t have anything to wear. No clothes, and no dignity, just a tight jockstrap and a sense of kinkiness brewing inside me.

Then Liam knocked on the door and called out, “If you come out, we’ll throw in another piece of clothing. And you can have some pizza when it comes.”

It was humiliating that the offer worked on me. But the idea of food and something to wear chipped away at my resolve. I hesitated, then opened the door. I stepped out, still only in the dirty jock, trying to carry myself like I didn’t care. But every inch of exposed skin told a different story.

We hung out pretending things were normal, like three guys just killing time on a lazy weekend. No one commented further on my outfit, or lack of one, as we slouched across the couch, half-focused on the screen. It was actually more weird that they weren't talking about, like we were in some surreal movie where things are strange but it's normal to the people on the screen. We weren’t even watching a movie yet. Instead, we cycled endlessly through trailers, judging each one with lazy shrugs. Every time someone hit play, we’d make it thirty seconds before someone said, “nah, what else is there?”

The silence between clips felt comfortable, except for the occasional glance one of them would toss my way, like I was part of the scenery. I pretended I didn’t notice.

The door buzzed. It echoed through the living room like a warning bell. In our dorm, food delivery meant going all the way downstairs to the front entrance. But none of the guys moved. They just stared ahead at the screen like they hadn’t even heard it.

I swallowed. My chest tightened. I could already feel the shift in the air before Liam turned to me.

He didn’t even have to say it yet. I knew.

My stomach sank, a slow spiral of nerves as I realized what I was about to agree to.

"Hey buddy," said Liam, "Go get the pizza for us and you can have another piece of clothing back."

I rolled my eyes like it was just an annoying request, but my body tingled. I felt my face and chest turn red.

Bradley laughed as I stood up, my bare ass hanging out of the tight jock strap, my bulky metal cage jutting out obscenely from the front pouch. He gave my right butt cheek a firm slap, lightening the mood and making me chuckle.

I opened the door to retrieve the pizza. It was mission impossible.

—[]—

The stairs were my best bet since people didn't use them. I passed several guys and girls on the way down anyway, including the dumbest jock in the dorm, Jay, who also happened to have the biggest dick in the showers at the gym, maybe rivaling Liam. I would have to compare hard. Why am I thinking about that?? Jay immediately asked if I lost a bet or if I was pledging a frat. “A bet,” I said, glad he wasn’t judging me. “Nice,” he said, and slapped me right on the ass as I walked by. I guess jocks just can’t control themselves when they see a guy’s ass.

I passed other random people in the hall, bearing their diverse reactions, and the looks they gave me. I was never ashamed of my body, but given the circumstances, I was freaking out for having agreed to this. Naturally, every guy I saw said something funny, most of them pulling out their phones to take a pic, whereas every girl laughed in a derisive way. It made sense in retrospect.

In the lobby, another freshman was standing there with his parents. I choked up my shame and walked right past them to the pizza guy, ignoring their shocked gasps. To my own horror, the pizza guy was my little brother, Zack talking to a friend of his in the lobby. I forgot he was even doing this job now. What little confidence I still had fell away when I saw him. It was mixing the two worlds. Different parts of my brain clashed violently inside my skull. But, I had committed to this, for whatever reason. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned and his mouth fell open. His shock turned to raucous laughter.

“What the fuck!?”

“Long story.”

“College must be fucking crazy.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

I took the pizza and walked away as quickly as I could, before he drew more attention to me. When he saw my bare ass, he started laughing even harder. If anyone in the lobby hadn’t noticed me yet, they did now. 

I jumped into the elevator this time, holding the hot cardboard against my palms, trying to focus on getting back inside, where I’d be safe. 

I passed Jay again, who said I could hang out in his room if I wanted to ditch my roommate. “Thanks,” I said, “maybe later.” He gave me another slap on the ass as I practically jogged the home stretch to our dorm. I closed the door behind me as quickly as I could. 

“That was a shit show,” I said, breathing hard.

“Nice,” I heard a voice say around the corner, “pizza’s here.”

It hit me that it wasn’t Liam or Bradley talking. Then, to my further astonishment, he turned the corner to greet me. It was Pete, another baseball guy, and he was butt naked, his thick tool hanging down between his legs, a giant smile on his face. What the fuck is going on now?

“Hey,” he said casually as he took the pizza boxes from my hands, “I recognize you. Don’t you date a girl from Drexel named Jenna?”

“Um… yeah,” I said, “how did you—”

“She’s awesome. Met her at a party a couple days ago. I think I saw you on her insta.” 

The party. It was where she hooked up with someone else. At least that’s what she had told me. There was too much happening at once, and I lost the ability to speak. I just stood there, in front of the door.

“Come chill with us,” he said, “Liam said we should get naked to make you feel less awkward about losing your bet.” 

I actually smiled a bit at that. Maybe this was going to be just a few cool guys who wanted to hang. And if I had to be naked the whole time, we might as well have a party out of it.

I entered the living room to find the other guys naked as well. Casual. Glistening with a light layer of sweat. Their dicks resting on their thighs or on their balls. Pete plopped down on the arm of the couch, his muscular ass hanging off of it, leaving a space for me right between Liam and Bradley. 

I choked down a nervous piece of pizza, still reeling from seeing my brother in the lobby. It didn’t take long before the rowdy athletes started talking about girls. It was nice to take my mind off of Jenna, and just talk about hotties from school, until Pete said the last thing I wanted to hear. “You know who’s hot? Jenna.” I went silent. But Pete pressed on. “Her tits are nice, I bet you get all up in them. Does she do freaky stuff with you?”

I stuttered a non-answer, until Liam interrupted. “Jenna’s a slut, dude. She cheated on him.”

“Ah,” said Pete, not even pausing before he continued talking. “You know who she looks like though? Kelsey Kane!” He quickly pulled up a pic of the pornstar and compared it to Jenna’s instagram.

“Ohh shit,” said Bradley, “She does.” 

I saw some blood flow in both Bradley’s and Pete’s dicks as they scrolled a bit further, opening a video of the famous blonde, fucking a group of guys. Pete casted the video to the TV, and suddenly I was surrounded by naked baseball players, all getting hard, watching porn.

“Nice,” said Liam. He clearly had the biggest dick in the room, and I saw it start to firm up in light pulses, as he scratched his balls underneath.

Wordlessly, it quickly became a light circle jerk, with the three of them touching themselves, eyes fixed on the screen, while I sat there in my dirty jockstrap, my cock trapped in the cage, restless and unable to satisfy myself. 

Without saying a word or even looking at me, Liam grabbed my hand and brought it to his balls. Might as well make myself useful. I took the cue and started yanking his nuts lightly. He hadn’t even offered me clothes this time. This was just part of losing the bet at this point, my role at this time was simply to pleasure Liam. Bradley looked over, and saw what I was doing. His eyes went wide, but he took to the idea quickly and took my other hand, bringing it to his dick. I was jerking off two guys now on either side of me, like I was skiing cross country, while a pornstar who looked like my girlfriend banged several guys on the screen in front of me. Before I knew it, Pete stepped in front of me, blocking the porn, his thick shaft pointing right at my face. “I guess when you lose a bet…” he said with a shrug, before he put a hand on my head and guided me onto his cock.

I couldn’t really focus on all three dicks at once, but I did my best. I figured that if I make them all cum as quickly as possible, maybe I could get a nice amount of clothes back from this. The reward system of my brain was being rewired. And hey, if they decided to fuck me, maybe I’d get a nice anal orgasm out of this too.

As if he read my mind, Liam interrupted the rhythm we had gotten into. “Check this shit out.” 

He walked into his room, his perky white ass disappearing through the doorway, before he quickly returned with the bottle of lube, his giant rod jutting out in front of him.

“Shit, really?” said Pete and Bradley, almost at the same time. 

Liam nodded, then reached down and lifted my legs, exposing my hole, my ass framed by the jock strap, still red and sore from earlier. I sort of just bit my lip as he inspected me visually. Pete and Bradley watched curiously as Liam lined up his unfairly large cock with my hole.

“Bro, no fuckin way,” said Bradley.

“Yeah I don’t know if he can take that,” Pete added.

“Trust me, he can,” said Liam, his eyes on his cock as he squatted down to press into me, the head popping past the barrier to my hole. The sting was familiar this time, but still took some adjusting.

“Damn, that is one hell of a bet,” said Bradley.

Without even saying anything, the other two held my legs up while Liam quickly got rough with me, like he was showing the other guys how well I could take it. His hands found my neck and held tightly. I could barely breathe, and it caused a numbness that weirdly added to the sensations in my body. He knew the exact angle I liked, and in a minute I was cumming. This time, it came on quickly, almost without warning. I thought I was going to piss myself at first, but it was hard to warn anyone when my neck was being held so tightly. At the last second I got a rush of tingling pleasure that ran from my ass to my balls to my stomach and even up my throat. My cock cage bubbled over, releasing my white ooze into the jock strap.

When Pete noticed my cum leaking out of the jock strap as Liam continued to pound me, my body bouncing around, he went kinda crazy. “No fucking way!”

Liam pulled out before he came, apparently saving it, when he gestured for Pete to try my hole. They didn’t need to ask, I had consented with my eyes long ago, choosing instead to fall into a pleasant zombie mode as they took my ass

“I don’t really wanna look at that,” Pete said, gesturing toward my junk, as he effortlessly lifted me up and flipped me over. “There we go.”

He didn’t go slowly. He treated me like a living fleshlight and shoved inside me. I flinched from the pressure of a new dick, another thick one. I was grateful that Liam had warmed me up with his massive pringles can already. Bradley was apparently impatient to get his dick wet, and he walked behind the couch and pressed his long rod into my mouth. He used both hands on my head as he pressed all the way into my throat, his balls resting on my chin in seconds. He started using my head like a sex toy, and I watched his abs tighten. It was the only thing I could see as I fought off the gagging.

While Pete was balls deep inside me, he leaned into my ear from behind. It was a strange sensation to have a guy fucking my face, while another guy put his head right next to mine. Pete could definitely smell Bradley’s balls from there, but I guess athletes don’t care. What he said into my ear, though, changed things for me. 

“I fucked your girlfriend.” 

Even though I had suspected it, the emotions ran deep on that one. I pictured him doing her as roughly as he was doing me right now, and for some reason, I liked it. A lot. Even though she wasn’t in the room, she was a part of this now. While she was fucking my ass with a strap-on, she would always call me a cuck, a sub and a “fucking faggot”. Now I was truly all three. Maybe this had been written in the stars.

I was too overwhelmed to speak.

They took turns in my ass and my mouth. All of them edging. They even talked about it. “How long can you hold off?” Liam said to Pete as he was pounding me roughly. “Ahh, I’m close, you’re up,” and they switched places. Bradley was having enough fun just stuffing my throat, watching it stretch from the outside when he went in all the way, seeing how long I could hold my breath. He held it in for longer periods each time, as the porn blared in the background, the guys alternating their gaze between the screen and their dicks penetrating me. 

Finally I felt Liam inside me again, and I wanted to play a little game of my own. I started tensing my hole as much as I could, really flexing my years of taking random objects up my ass. When he froze his body, trying to prevent another quick ejaculation, I milked him rapidly, with every ounce of energy I had left, I tried to pull a load out of him by tensing every muscle in my ass. 

“Shit,” he said abruptly, before grabbing my hips and pressing inside me, as deep as he could go. I gasped around Bradley’s cock, before I was quickly quieted by another deep insertion into my throat, as Liam pulsed inside me. “I lost,” he said.

“Nice,” said Bradley above me, “I guess we can just go ham now.”

I couldn’t ask what was going on with my mouth full of cock, but I was piecing it together. They had made their own little game, trying to hold off as long as possible. I had ruined it for Liam. Bradley went harder than he had all night, pummeling my throat and slapping his balls on my chin with intensity. I was so overwhelmed, I barely noticed Pete stepping behind me to get his own nut. He rivaled Bradley with the pace of his rough pounding, and soon they were both pulsing inside my body. I had done it. I didn’t even realize until that moment, but I had been looking forward to getting them off with my body. It was like my own little game, seeing how many loads I could take.

—[]—

When they pulled out of me, Liam said it was “shower time”, making side glances at the other two. I was curious what was really going to happen, but I just went along with it, dropping my now even dirtier jock strap on the floor as I walked my pale white ass into the bathroom. They followed me. Another round, damn, I thought, these guys can go all night. But something different happened. 

Pete stopped me before I turned on the water. “Get on your knees real quick,” he said, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. He pointed his dick at me, and I thought he wanted me to suck it, but the surprise came when he quickly released a stream of piss onto my face. I squinted my eyes, but didn’t flinch. Part of me knew it was coming, but I didn’t expect to like it this much. Soon all three were releasing streams onto me, making a river down my body into the tub, heading to the drain. I closed my eyes and just felt the warmth of it. I heard steps, and assumed one of them had left the bathroom. I had been through everything I could possibly imagine that day, so I was feeling notably disarmed, unafraid. It couldn’t possibly get any more shocking than it already had. But when I finally opened my eyes, the real shock began.

There was a fourth stream, from a fourth dick, belonging to Zack.