The next morning he had telephoned his roommate Trevor to say he may not be back for awhile. He had a job tryout.
Mark sat on the floor. That was the only place he was allowed to sit. The thick carpet rubbed against his still red buttocks and his very sore butthole.
Shamus was making breakfast. The sight of his bare butt sticking out of the apron he wore was as red as Mark's. It had been a wild night.
"You know you did great last night" Shamus said as he flipped pancakes "they like you."
Mark presumed that was the case. Despite the three hours sleep, his head was clear enough to remember Crowin and Abe's telling him. It wasn't exactly an offer so much as an order.
His clothng was still locked in the closet. He could ask Adam to bring over whatever things he needed. He had a week to try out.
Mark's cock hardened. He couldn't believe it. His gut wrenching orgasm led him to believe he'd never have another one in his life. It had occurred only a few hours ago. That's when the two men told him he'd not be allowed to leave for a week.
"I'll talk you through your chores later. The thing to remember is you're their servent, houseboy, kind of a roman houseslave"
"That part I got" Mark said laughing. He couldn't believe so many fantasies had become reality in one night.
They ordered Shamus to "take him downstairs". Mark had dressed as the men told him to. Their naked houseboy then led Mark out the back door and down the stairs. Mark was going to ask questions but decided to keep quiet. Abe and Clovin followed them.
"Cage" Abe said in one strong but quiet word. Shamus led Mark to the cage.
"Remove your clothing and hand them to our boy" Abe said.
Despite the crampt quarters, Mark managed to strip shirt, jeans, sock, shoes and underwear off and hand them through the bars to the naked boy.
Shamus, now kneeling, put them in a bag and held them up like a sacrificial offering to the two men.
"We'll lock these away, you won't need them for awhile" Clovin took the bag and smiled. "Don't worry you'll get them when you leave"
Mark didn't see where the man put the bag but he heard sounds of somebody turing a lock dial and the creek of a door opening. Then the door slammed shut and the click of the lock told him Clovin was serious.
Abe grabbed Shamus by the back of the neck and was soon put in front of the big wooden X. His wrists and ankle were fastened by the two men. A leather hood was pulled over his head and buckled into place.
Mark watched the careful, slow but purposeful movements of the two men. They didn't speak. It was obvious they had done this before and knew what to do without talking.
Shamus body was displayed clearly as he stood stretched. He had no body hair, not even on his legs. His cock which dangled half hard looked huge, perhaps because there was no pubic hair surrounding it.
Abe began to put clothes pins on the boy's nipples, arm pits, balls, and under his cock. Shamus didn't make any sounds but his cock rose with each newly fastened clip, until it was rock hard.
Mark's own cock hardened watching. Somehow he knew the men were showing him what was going to happen to him before the night was over.
Hidden in the darkness under his blankets, he had stroked his erection nearly every night with a head full of fantasies. His roommates never said anything, probably because they too jacked off in bed.
An apartment of four virale horny young men their age was always a site of orgasms, usually self enduced. But occasionally Mark would explore rumors or places to go. One was the basement of the old Gym.
He'd wander in the darkness around the back where no cammpus lights illuminated the walkways. He located the wiremesh glass door down some steps. It opened with creeking that echoed in the halls. He slowly walked along the dark hallways running his hand along the wall.
There had been sounds in the distance. Behind him the moonlight illuminated the door he had used to enter. And he found an open door from which the nearly silent shuffling was heard. Entering the room, Mark realized it was a bathroom. The windows had been blocked from the light. His eyes had adapted however and silhouetted forms could be seen.
He moved among them feeling hands touching his still clothed body. Finding a place to stand he breathed deeply and relaxed. It wasn't long until hands were opening his fly and locating his hard cock easily since he hadn't worn underwear.
Mark breathed deep as the warm lips surrounded it. He moaned. Hands moved under his t shirt, probably from whoever was sucking his cock. The fingers found and played wiht his nipples. There was no going back now.
Someone pulled his t shirt over his head. His jeans too were pulled down. Mark was nearly naked now as lips met his. He didn't know who was doing what to him, but in the darkness he tasted cock, felt fingers inserting into him. and he was moved into a stall where he was soon kneeling on his own or someone's clothes and holding the porcelin as his ass was fingered then fucked.
He was there for hours despite orgasming early. There were more cocks, hands, fingers and naked bodies to explore and be explored by. He found clothes and dressed to go home, only tofind he had someone elses shirt on as he undressed to go to bed.
There were repeated trips which he could not talk about to anyone in the apartment he shared of course....except Trevor that is.
Trevor was surprised to see him in his bed the next moring after one of his midnight trips. But he didnt' say anything except laugh. "Man you must have been drunk last night" he blurted out so their two roommates would know the reason for the two sleeping in the same bed.
Mark wasn't drunk. He had an urge to feel his naked body pressed against Trevor and just did it. There was no sex, just sleep.
"So dude if we're gonna do it, let's do it and get it over with" Trevor said as they ate lunch later that day on campus. "It's ok, " he added and smiled "I want to too".
That weekend Karl and Anthony went on a road trip and the opportunity confronted the two. They got pizza and beer and escaped the rain in their room watching TV and joking. Trevor was in his underwear as was Mark.
Hanging out that way was the norm for all four roommates. But at one pint Trevor got rid ofhis Calvins "Hell might as well get this started"
The sex was satisfying for Mark. He had fantasized about all three of his roommates but felt closest to Trevor. They had shared long talks, pressures of classwork and occasional pot enduced nights of joking.
The weekend ended too soon, but perhaps soon enough.
"Dude we can do this now and then, but the other guys will think we're queer if they know" Trevor said in the afternoon "So fuck buddies right?"
Mark smiled and agreed as he lowered his head for one last taste of Trevor's cock before their roommates would return.
There were occasional mutual masturbation sessions, even 3am sex in the bathroom and when they could find themselves alone more oral sex.
It was probably those experiences that encouraged him to come out to his parents. It wasn' that he needed to tell them, he thought he should since sooner or later he wouldhave a lover and probably be seen walking hand in hand with him..another fantasy he knew would come true.
He recruited Trevor to go to dinner with his visiting parents. Spring break was coming up and he had plans. Trevor had invited him to go to his home in upstate California, but Mark said he was going to Palm Springs.
And at dinner, Mark told everyone he thought he was gay. Trevor looked nervous. Mark knew his friend was afraid their sexual times would be discussed but Mark quelled his fears. "I know this is a surprise to you too buddy but I needed to tell them and you". He didn't know what to expect from his parents.
But they listened and were quiet. His father's face seemed tense but there was no comments, yelling or even response.
"So what do you think?" Mark asked. "I think it's time for dessert" his mother said. Trevor was silent.
"Dude why did you tell them?" he asked as they walked to their shaired apartment. "It was time" Mark said. "Besides maybe I'll come back from Palm Springs and find out it's just a phase" and he laughed.
"Right" Trevor said and didn't laugh.
Mark's escape to Palm Springs had expanded his occasional midnight sex trips to the old Gym basement to a wide open series of sexual experiences of course. If someone asked him if he was into this or that, he would say yes or that he wanted to try it. There was bondage, spankings, water sports, late night orgies, and of course days of naked sunning with other guests and their friends.
At the end of the trip he felt different, liberated, more relaxed about enjoying the hedonistic experiences and happy he was gay.
"Watch him" Abe ordered Mark as the two men left teh playroom. Mark heard them turn the jacuzzi on.
He knew they would return.
The sight of Shamus naked form, entrapped on the wooden X which they referred to as the cross, kept Mark hard. He fondled his own balls, fingered his ass, and wanted to masturbate but was afraid to do it. He discovered in Palm Springs that once he masturbated things that happend to him afterwards hurt more...be it spanking, paddling or worse.
Mark jumped feeling the water spray him through the bars. Abe and Cloven stood there above the cage that encased him. They were naked and wet from the jacuzzi, they aimed their penis at him.
The night had begun.