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Author's Note: This story was originally meant to be a standalone, but after learning that a long-time reader and good friend ranked it as one of his all-time favorites, I figured it could do with a sequel. This one's for you, George.
****************** Levi's Secret Lessons ******************
Levi had always known it was a forlorn hope that he would truly escape Mal and Jay's clutches once he graduated from high school and headed to college on a football scholarship. But not even in his darkest nightmares had he imagined just how thoroughly entangled he would become in gay debauchery.
That was because he hadn't accounted for Tariq. Not that you could blame him, because back then he hadn't known Tariq even existed.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
No one was more surprised than Levi himself when he got his final high school grades. The boy who had once believed the only way he'd scrape through the minimum academic requirements for his football scholarship would be to steal a test, had done better than expected - a whole lot better. It sure hadn't felt like it at the time, but Mal and Jay's unorthodox approach to tutoring him had paid off. It turns out that even a dumb jock can score a decent grade with the right motivation. And boy did Mal and Jay provide that motivation.
Before they entered the last stretch of high school, the teenagers' private tutoring sessions had consisted of 30 minutes of studying and two hours of banging the hunky hetero's brains out in a variety of sexual positions.
Since introducing Levi to double penetration in the locker room, this particular act became a personal favorite of theirs - Mal and Jay's, that is, not Levi's. Poor Levi still felt like he was being split in two each time they double-dicked him, but his fuckers thoroughly enjoyed the sensations of their hard cocks rubbing up against each other inside the steamy confines of Levi's muscular, straight ass. Almost as delightful was the way Levi's agonized squeals would inevitably give way to moans of unbidden pleasure as his fuckers expertly manipulated his prostate to one orgasm after another while he was impaled on both their cocks.
There were days when they'd spend the full two hours doing just that, all three of them ejaculating over and over again, until Levi broke down and begged them for mercy because it hurt too much to cum once more from the unrelenting anal stimulation. (Their record had been eking five loads out of the straight teen in one session, by the end of which Levi was almost crazed with that delirious mix of pain and pleasure.)
Needless to say, this style of tutoring, while extremely enjoyable for Mal and Jay, didn't exactly bring about an improvement in Levi's grades. Mal and Jay eventually came to the realization that they would have to incentivize his learning some other way.
After much thought, they settled on weaponizing the one thing every teenage boy had on his mind, 24 hours a day, seven days a week: unloading his balls.
They would deny Levi an orgasm until and unless he showed sufficient improvement in his studies.
When they first revealed the chastity device they'd bought (with Levi's earnings from the gay strip club, naturally), Levi had been dismayed but not unduly worried. It had been months since he'd had it off with a girl, so how bad could this ostensible punishment be?
It had been easy for the straight jock to overlook the reality that, while it might have been months since he'd experienced an orgasm during a sexual encounter with the opposite sex, he had been getting off regularly during same-sex encounters with Mal and Jay, to say nothing of his sex marathons with a stream of paying punters in the club's backroom every weekend. If anything, he was getting off more frequently now than he had when his sex life had been exclusively heterosexual. But to Levi's straight-boy mind, those encounters did not count as "sex". He thought he'd be fine.
He wasn't fine.
It took all of five days without emptying his nads before he was pleading with Mal and Jay to be let out of the cock-cage. The reluctant homo had been reduced to beseeching them to fuck him harder, to double-dick him, to let him rim them or guzzle down their piss (the latter two he hated with a passion) if that was what it would take to unlock his cock.
He humiliated himself beautifully, shame writ large on his face, but they didn't budge. Oh, they made sure they left him hard and dripping, but the cage wasn't coming off unless he could make it through their tutoring sessions answering a majority of their questions correctly.
Mal and Jay were clear on that point: academic perseverance was Levi's sole route to orgasmic release.
For the first time in his life, Levi found himself forced to give his studies his full attention, whether at school or during his tutoring sessions in Mal's bedroom. Not that his tutors made it easy. Levi still had to strip totally naked at the start of each tutoring session, and Mal and Jay would molest his hunky body. By now they knew all the secrets of his spectacular anatomy, things not even Levi himself had known would turn him on: having his nipples toyed with, his earlobes nibbled, his ass rimmed, his balls rolled about in their mouth, his perineum tickled, and his prostate massaged. And they absolutely did not hold back.
"Learning to concentrate, and concentrating to learn, in spite of distractions, is part of the challenge," Jay chided Levi when he protested (very reasonably, in his opinion) that their not-so-tender ministrations were not helping him focus on the subject at hand. The jock squirmed in his seat on Jay's lap with Jay's nine-inch dick hammering his ass and Jay's tongue in his ear, while Mal chewed on Levi's nipples and rubbed his taint, with his fingers occasionally straying into Levi's already-occupied hole.
Levi gave up. He knew well enough there was no arguing with his tormentors. It was plain to him that they found his mortification nothing short of erotic. As much as they (genuinely) wanted him to improve his academic standing, they weren't about to let go of any opportunity to make him demean himself.
Why else would they pop an absolutely enormous vibrator into his ass the entire time he spent hitting the books in the library with them? (For the record, it was many more hours than he'd spent in a library during all his years of schooling B.J.M. - "Before Jay and Mal", as he'd come to think of his life before he'd fallen under their thrall.)
It was hard enough to walk normally with that 10-inch monster dildo crammed into his ass. It was even harder to hide the stain on the front of his shorts from all the pre-cum his caged cock dribbled due to the constant prostate stimulation. The vibrator was remote-controlled and Levi's tutors took special pleasure in ramping up its speed at the most inopportune moments - like when a girl with an obvious crush or one of his jock pals from his B.J.M. life stopped by their table to chat. It was all Levi could do to keep an even tone conversing with his friends while the extra-large vibrator churned up his guts. More than one person had commented about Levi perspiring despite the air-conditioning in the library.
Luckily, none of them noticed when the trio disappeared into the library's storage closet for `study breaks' (Jay had used his IT skills to hack the door's access code). There Levi once more had to strip fully nude - his fuckers didn't like him to keep on so much as a sock when they were playing with him - and bend over for a bareback fucking. The storage room had only a thin plasterboard partition separating it from the reading room and Levi had to bite down on his fist to stop himself from crying out on the occasions when his fuckers plumped for an agonizing double penetration.
Other times, one of them would take him from behind while he was pressed up against the wall, face to the small window hatch, so he could look down onto the quad and see their fellow students going about their day. Then his fucker would relish whispering in his ear about how those kids might react if they were to glance up and realize that the school's star quarterback was getting his ass pounded raw by a couple of gay geeks ... if they burst into the room and saw his caged cock leaking pre-cum despite his professed unwillingness ... if they could tell that the sticky streaks on his face were the ass juices, saliva and sweat from the spit-soaked rim-job he'd been performing just moments earlier.
Mal and Jay got a real kick out of how, every single time, Levi's face would turn red, the blush spreading all the way down to his upper chest. He'd heard it all before but each instance was no less crushing for the wretched straight jock.
However, it was the librarian's inopportune interruption of Mal and Jay's spit-roast of Levi that persistently haunted the stud. There were so many things that could have gone wrong that day and Levi was convinced - though he had no luck persuading his tormentors - that it was just pure, dumb luck his life hadn't imploded during that incident.
In the eight seconds that it took the librarian to key in the six-digit passcode and for the door to disarm, Mal and Jay hurriedly pulled out of Levi's holes (Mal, who was mid-climax, wound up blowing his wad all over Levi's face and hair) and tucked their cocks away, their clothing disheveled but otherwise intact, while Levi ducked behind shelving at the rear of the room. Mal and Jay didn't waste any time in triggering their cover story and engaging in a passionate lip-lock.
The librarian was surprised to find the gay teens making out in the storage room but not upset; she happened to be one of the school's (tragically few) liberal staff members, so she had sympathy for them having to do clandestinely what their straight peers could openly in the school corridors. It also helped that she had a soft spot for Mal and Jay since they'd done a bang-up job of digitizing the library's cataloguing system, entirely of their own volition.
Hence, they got off with nothing more than a verbal reprimand for being in a restricted space, but the whole time Levi cowered in his hiding place, certain that he would be discovered him at any moment. His feverish mind worked overtime as he imagined the librarian dragging him out of the (literal) closet, stark naked and covered in sperm, to the mockery and derision of his peers.
None of that came to pass, of course, but for those fraught few minutes, Levi's terror was so intense that he thought he might pass out from it.
The incident didn't stop Mal or Jay from taking risks. They were too high on life, mainly their complete dominion over one very handsome, very ripped and very embarrassed straight jock, to exercise the abundance of caution that Levi would have preferred.
Just one week later, they had Levi naked under the desk in the PA booth, alternating between deep-throating their cocks and sucking on their balls, while Mal delivered the week's public service announcements over the intercom. Mal had a special thrill reading out how their star quarterback, Levi Swenson, had clinched the football game in their favor, while said quarterback was gagging on his musky scrotum under the table.
It was a good thing the microphone wasn't sensitive enough to pick up the sounds of poor Levi choking and gurgling. A short while later, he ran straight to the nearest restroom to rinse out his mouth and get rid of the taste of two fresh loads of gooey cream his face-fuckers had chased down with piss. It simply wouldn't do to greet his buddies with dick breath.
By this time, Levi's friends were well aware that he was spending an inordinate amount of time being `tutored' by two well-known queers. His less-than-accepting attitude towards the LGBTQIA community being common knowledge, not least among his football teammates, this predictably led to some rather pointed commentary in the locker room (where Levi discreetly showered in the furthest cubicle - thankfully the showers weren't open plan - and changed under a towel so that his chastity device went undiscovered).
"Yo, Swenson, you still playing for our team or theirs?"
"Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen you with a chick. You not pulling these days, bro?" (That one came from the tight end, Alvaro Jimenez, and Levi was glad that he seemed unaware Levi had struck out with his younger sister, Adriana.)
"I thought you needed that scholarship because your parents couldn't afford college, so how exactly are you paying those queers for all their `private' tutoring?"
"I hope at least they're the ones sucking your cock and not the other way around!"
"What makes you think they're sucking his cock? For all the effort they spend on him, they've gotta be demanding a piece of that sweet ass."
There was a chorus of ribald laughter mixed in with a few "ews".
"Gross," retorted Levi, concealing the tremor in his voice. "As far as I can see, you're the ones obsessing about my ass, not Mal or Jay."
"Oh yeah? There's no way those fags aren't checking you out, bro. Bet on it."
Levi prayed that he sounded confidently dismissive. "So what if they are? It's not like I'm going to let them act on it.
"And as far as payment goes ... well, I give them some pointers at the gym."
This was a half-truth. Mal and Jay were indeed accompanying Levi to the gym. They'd insisted Levi keep up his workout regimen and put some of his club earnings towards a membership at a more elite establishment. And while there, they did make an effort at building up muscle tone with exercise tips from the fit jock. But Levi suspected their primary motivation had more to do with watching him work up a sweat in their choice of ridiculously skimpy sportswear (a mesh tank-top and tiny running shorts, plus anal beads up his ass). Or maybe it was the post-workout fuck in the gym showers that they savored, where poor Levi was tasked with giving their perspiring bodies a tongue-bath before being bent over and fucked at both ends in a cubicle with other gym-goers milling around on the other side of the curtain.
"So now you're their personal trainer?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind knowing Swenson's workout secrets," admitted the running back, Chester Cobb. Levi shot him a look of gratitude.
"Put a sock in it, Cobb. You're starting to sound like you're on their team now!"
Levi felt obliged to defend Chester. "Jeez, Jimenez, what crawled up your ass and died? There's no harm in acknowledging another guy's physique."
"Very progressive of you, Swenson. You gonna start marching in Pride parades and wearing rainbow shoelaces next? What happened to the dude who said there was no way he'd tolerate fags on the team?"
"Look around you. Do you see any on our team? I sure as hell wouldn't want them leering at me naked in the showers. But as tutors - that's a different ball game, man. They're pretty darn good at it. Have you seen my grades lately?"
"You seriously telling me they've not tried it on? All those hours cooped up, `studying', and not once have they even copped a feel of those muscles?"
Levi shook his head violently. "They wouldn't dare. And I don't think it's ever crossed their minds. They're actually pretty okay, you know. Almost ... normal." Levi couldn't believe the bullshit coming out of his mouth - in what universe did a pair of faggots qualify as normal? - but he fervently hoped that his teammates would buy it and drop the matter.
Jimenez still looked skeptical, but he said, "Uh-huh. If you say so, man. Just make sure you don't catch anything from them."
"It's not contagious," muttered Levi, but he was relieved that the others seemed to have lost interest in the conversation.
Later that evening, Mal and Jay proved just how normal they were by making him eat out their asses after downing two glasses of piss. They'd apparently had to empty their bladders while waiting for Levi to finish practice and decided to save the liquid waste for Levi's consumption. A miserable Levi could only wonder what his teammates would think if they saw him now, with his face buried in Jay's sweaty ass, felching out the fresh load of spunk Mal had deposited in there.
It took Levi two whole weeks before he mastered enough of his subjects to induce Mal and Jay to unlock his cock cage. That's two whole weeks he went without an orgasm. It may not sound like a particularly long duration but, to a perpetually horny teenager who'd been subjected to endless stimulation, it might as well have been a lifetime.
Mal and Jay never found out how, by the end of the first week, Levi was so desperate that he locked himself in the bathroom and used one hand to play with his nipples while fingering his hole with the other in an attempt to massage his prostate to orgasm.
It didn't work - not even with four fingers buried deep in his aching ass. The gay teens had been savvy enough to buy a chastity device with tiny spikes on the inside to ensure that, should Levi's cock ever grow to the maximum extent permitted by the cage, those spikes would dig into his tender flesh and deflate any erection before climax could occur.
Levi was frustrated to the point of tears, and it dawned on him that there was no way out of his predicament except - gasp! - to open a book and actually study.
Another week later, he was finally able to give Mal and Jay more correct answers than wrong ones. There was a faint trace of disappointment on his quizmasters' faces as they unenthusiastically forked out the key to the chastity device. They'd quite enjoyed turning the jock stud into a sexually-frustrated, cock-focused pre-cum factory. He'd leaked so much that they had him taking three to four restroom breaks during the school day to suck his juices out of his briefs. (Yes, they had him wearing briefs, swapping out the shapeless boxers that were his normal preference for some much tighter, skimpier, and sexier skivvies in outrageous colors.)
As soon as the cage came off, Levi's right hand flew to his cock, eager to pump out the ball-juice that had clogged up his nuts for the past fortnight. Mal immediately batted his hand away.
"No jerking off," he admonished the straight jock. "You're not allowed to touch your cock. When you cum, it's going to be with both our cocks inside you. Now hop on."
Levi whimpered pathetically. Even in his moment of hard-won triumph, they just had to throw in a hefty dose of degradation. Cumming with one cock inside him was bad enough, but two? They were taking a sledgehammer to his self-worth.
The reality of his achingly-hard cock, almost purple with pent-up need and trailing a long string of sticky pre-cum to the floor, left him little choice. Dignity, if indeed he had any remaining by this point, would have to wait another day.
He impaled himself on Mal and Jay's rampant cocks.
"Arms behind your head," Jay commanded sharply.
It took all of five thrusts before Levi, literally screaming with relief, spewed his load. And what a load it was.
The snarky remark Mal intended to make about Levi's lack of self-control was forgotten when he saw just how much cum had been congealing in Levi's balls. His untouched cock blasted out no less than nine jets of cum, the first of them actually going well above Levi's head and almost striking the ceiling. It rained down on the boys like a fountain of sperm.
Jay had the presence of mind to grab Levi's cock and point it at his face so that the next three blasts coated it in a thick layer that resembled a particularly creamy facial.
The rest splattered onto Levi's torso, painting a good portion of it white. Sated at last, and shattered by the force of his orgasm, Levi collapsed onto his back with Mal and Jay's cocks still inside him.
"Holy shit," muttered Jay.
"That was something else," agreed Mal.
"Let's cover those bits which he missed." Jay and Mal pulled out of Levi and stroked their cocks, aiming for the unsullied patches of his tanned skin. The sight of Levi, plastered from head to crotch with his own semen, was so arousing that they nutted within minutes, adding their seed to achieve a more thorough basting of the jock's torso.
Levi was out of it; the intensity of the long-frustrated climax had all but fried his jock brain. He didn't notice Mal snapping a dozen pics of his cum-covered features. He opened his mouth mindlessly to suck the glop from their fingers after they'd mopped up as much as they could into a glass test tube to gauge how much spunk he had produced. (The final measurement was nearly three times the average male's ejaculate.)
All of it ultimately went down his gullet, which served to bring him out of his stupor.
"Well done, Levi," Jay said with an almost paternal pride.
Mal was less congratulatory. "You still owe us that DP. And in the meantime, the cock cage is going back on."
Levi was left in no doubt about what it would take to get it off again.
They say fear is a great motivator.
It turns out that for straight teenage jocks, horniness was an even stronger one.
Mal and Jay progressively raised the bar for how many questions Levi had to get right before they'd unlock his chastity device, so there were still days that went by without Levi getting his nut. But those droughts got shorter and shorter as Levi got to grips with the whole `studying' gig.
Much to his consternation, he found that an orgasm after a few days of enforced abstinence was more pleasurable than spanking one out daily.
Having that one orgasm inextricably linked to the most perverse, drawn-out gay sex encounters was even more disconcerting.
If that wasn't bad enough, Mal and Jay had an unwelcome surprise lined up for him.
"You're going to the open day at State tomorrow, aren't you?" Mal asked him casually one day as Levi tried to do a practice test question while Jay was vigorously dildo-ing his hole.
Levi could only nod because he had Mal's cock in his mouth.
"Well then, I guess we'll be sticking close to you." Mal chuckled at Levi's wide-eyed expression.
Levi spat out Mal's cock. "I-I thought you guys already had places at Princeton and Columbia," he stammered nervously.
Mal shrugged.
"B-but ... Princeton and Columbia are Ivy League!" protested Levi. The thought of four more years servicing them was almost as appalling as the notion of turning down prestigious colleges which someone like him had no hope of getting into.
"Yeah but we have other considerations. We kind of don't want to be apart." Mal bent down to kiss Jay, who returned the gesture without flagging in his anal stimulation of Levi.
"Besides, who's going to make sure you keep up with your studies if we're not around?" added Jay. "We'd hate for you to lose your scholarship after all the hard work we've put in."
Levi had to bite his tongue. They made it sound like it was a joint effort with no ulterior motives on their parts! He'd been the one doing all the hard work, busting his ass at his studies and then busting his ass as their fuck-toy. The unfairness was galling.
But he knew better than to try dissuading them. They would simply double down for the sake of being contrarian and he would be all but guaranteed another four years of serving as their sexual plaything.
No, staying silent was the least risky option.
Besides, perhaps they would see for themselves what a poor substitute State was for the top-notch universities that had offered them places.
Levi refused to let himself feel down about the campus tour. It was everything he had worked for: a university education; playing football at collegiate level. It was going to make all his sacrifices worthwhile.
What he didn't know yet was that tomorrow was going to acquaint them with one Tariq Johnston - the man who would change the course of Levi's secret life.
************** To be continued **************
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