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Summary (last Chapter): Spread on his bed John tortured Jay bringing him close to the edge over and over (and once even further) stopping the stimulation as soon as being told. But now John had not reacted when begged...
On a personal note, I'm relatively slow at writing right now due to stress at work and privately. So chapters will be more scarce but I'll try to keep them at least once a month.
Chapter 24
There I was lying on my bed, naked, spreadeagled each ankle cuffed to a bedpost; blindfolded with headphones which sent constant moaning into my ear; a prostate stimulator in my ass constantly buzzing; a ballring constantly vibrating my cage. Alone? I couldn't tell. But there was no one there turning them off after they had brought me over the edge. They were constantly working, slowly but steadily, not giving my balls or dick or ass any rest. I felt myself groaning while the high after the orgasm quickly subsided.
Yet, nothing stopped so I tried again: Calling out for John:
"Please John. Stop it. Please!"
But there was no reaction. And after a while, slowly excitement rose again. My dick and balls burned as it got teased and vibrated. It took much longer this time until I felt another orgasm building up. Now, really desperate, after I had squirmed for I don't know how long, I screamed out for John as it was imminent. Yet again nobody came and I shot another load. It wasn't as intense as before but I felt drained and exhausted and I just wanted the stimulation to end. But it didn't. It continued teasing me, while moaning rang through my ears. After a while I just stopped thinking, almost turning my brain off and just gave in to the sensations even if it meant that I would become a drooling goon at least for the night. But I just couldn't fight anymore.
After another orgasm which made moan and groan again, I felt the exhaustion of a long day, bound, on my knees and tortured. Slowly I descended into a light slumber, which was again and again disturbed by the stimulation to my prostate, perineum, balls and cage. I can't tell you how often I came during that night as I lost count and I might have come even while sleeping. But I know that the rest I got did not rest me at all. After what I guessed hours and hours of being half asleep my balls and dick ached more and more and my rosebud started to feel numb.
Suddenly someone grabbed my nipples and twisted them hard and I woke in an instant and screamed out:
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Finally, I became more aware of me and my body again. I felt the spit which had drooled from my mouth during the night and had run along my cheeks, my aching muscles and my burning junk. Then, I felt the additional weight on the mattress, someone had come into the room and on my bed and I hadn't even realized it. But even though the pain had brought back some sense into me I still wasn't really there. And when I wanted to say something, asking who was there just a moan escaped my lips. Then I felt the body on my bed move over me and ass cheeks resting on my stomach as the moaning in my ears stopped.
The headphones where pulled off and the blindfold followed while there was still stimulation in my ass and on my cage. I closed my eyes to prevent getting blinded by the ambient light and only slowly opened them. At first the image was quite blurry but after a while I adjusted to the daylight in my room and saw John over me. He had a real content grin on him which got even broader when he noticed that I almost drooled again when I looked at his body. Then I felt his balls resting on my as was the tip of his dick, he was naked.
"Hey, bitch! Did you enjoy the night?", he laughed a dirty laugh while I still tried to grasp where I was. I didn't care much about the torture I had just gone through. My mind was clouded, not really horny anymore after all those forced orgasms during the night but eager to please anyone who wanted to use me. I felt more like a sex-doll than ever before. It almost was like the night of constant moanin and excitement had rewired me making me really needy to please dick and feel them inside of me. And almost to show how much reduced I was at the moment all I could answer was:
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm, Ohhhhhhh..."
It was a deep moaning, groaning almost longing which escaped my mouth and it prompted another laugh from John and he said:
"Needy little bitch. Maybe you get your breakfast fed to you a little bit later, but that depends on you."
Slowly my senses returned but I still wanted to suck him or get fucked by him, just feeling his dick inside. And I still couldn't formulate a proper sentence. So I just opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out like a begging dog and looked at him with begging eyes. He grabbed me by the cheeks with one hand pressing the thumb in one side and his index and middle fingers into the other and then shaking my head a little bit before he let go and slapped them twice from each side, lightly.
"So... there is still one question open from yesterday. Who else do you let use your holes? Tell me!"
I looked at him still quizzically, trying to grasp his words and when I realized what he had said it took even longer to get what he wanted to know. While I was thinking John straightened himself getting his hips closer to my mouth. He was towering above me his cock dangling right in front of my face, almost hypnotising me and he said:
"You know that you want that dick, to please it, feel it in your throat ... but for that you have to tell me!"
And he was right that I wanted him, feel his dick and the view he offered was almost mesmerizing. The blond bush of pubic hair framed his still half flaccid dick perfectly the patch of hair ran along the valley between his washboard abs. His perfect face and white teeth was framed by the blond undercut. As he was towering over me he looked like a blond, Nordic Adonis demanding that I offered everything I had to him. But as I started to form the first letters of Steven's name, somewhere in my unconsciousness snapped and made me shut my mouth. As a look of disappointment showed across John's face and he sat back down all I wanted to do was to shout Steven's name out to please him, but my mouth refused to open.
"Too bad. I thought this night had made you the dumb, obedient toy, you're actually are. But it can't be helped."
Then he fondled on the side and got his phone.
"You see. I actually long knew. Last Wednesday I was really horny in the morning so I thought I come by and use one of your holes but to my surprise I found you snuggled into that Latin teacher Mr D with his really impressive tool between your legs, both of you naked on the bed. Here look:"
He showed me a picture of what he had just described. You could even see some dried cum on my ass and thighs. I grasped in shock and it almost brought me back into reality. I tried to say something but before I could muster the strength to start, he continued:
"I wish you had just told me. I kind of get why you didn't but that is no excuse! You're my bitch and when I ask something you'll answer. I don't see that you deserve to serve me right now but maybe you explain what happened to you tonight to your ... boyfriend!", he snarled the last word.
"Please John. Don't do anything rash. I'm sorry." I said hurt, surprised by this kind of jealousy but also afraid he would not only expose me to Steven but also that I wouldn't be able to serve either of them anymore.
"Oh... shut up! That's all on you!"
And with that he reached behind him again, brought forward a ballgag which he quickly locked around my head so I wouldn't even be able to argue.
"You could have told me, but by not telling I know that he means much to you even after the experience you went through tonight. But I wonder if he feels the same when he finds you here, covered in cum, bound to the bed which is soaked with your fluids... And if he finds the present I'll leave for him."
I looked at him with big eyes shaking my head when he said that. Then he grabbed his dick and started to pound it. He started to moan soon after and not much later he shot his load all over my abs and pecs carefully aiming it such that it would not touch my lips. After his breath had stabilized again, he got up and out of the bed and got my phone.
"What should I write, hmmm? Oh I know. `Steven... I got myself in a bit of predicament. Could you please come over and help me out of it?' Yeah that sounds about right. But before I send it, let's free you of some of the gear."
And with that he pulled off every toy still on me and shoved it in a drawer so no signs of the edging and milking torture I had went through tonight was to be seen but for the remnants on the sheet. He got into his clothes then dropped the key for what I guessed where the padlocks to my bonds between my legs. He grabbed my phone again, pushed a button, then put it close to my hand, grinned at me:
"Have fun! I'll be in touch, bitch!"
Then he quickly left the room. All the while he was doing it I tried to stop him from informing Steven, but he just ignored me and I couldn't even say anything. Watching him jerk off had additionally made go back into my truly submissive mind-set and I couldn't really resist anymore. But as he left, my mind started to slowly turn to the next problem – how would Steven react, how could I explain the condition I was in. But when I thought about Steven John's words became more and more prominent. He had called him my `boyfriend'. Was he right? It was true I had really nice times with him which I had immensely enjoyed. But more? I hadn't really thought about that especially given the fact that John held such leverage over me. But the more I thought about it, the more I could see myself in Steven's arms.
As I was thinking about that I heard the door open and footsteps coming in my direction. As Steven got into the doorframe and spotted me he stopped dead in his tracks. At first I recognized wonder and concern. But soon – as he let his gaze glide over me – this was exchanged with contempt and anger. It almost seemed that he wanted to turn on the spot and leave. I gulped when I saw that and my eyes opened pleadingly and I groaned through the gag which might have stopped him from leaving.
"Stupid... What did you get yourself into? I thought I had been clear... You need to be careful. And what do you do? You let yourself get shackled to the bed and used. Like a cheap whore from the corner..."
He got louder and angrier with every word he said, but then he shook his head almost in resignation:
"But I guess that's just what you are. A horny whore offering yourself to everyone... I should have known when I found you in the sling... or when you almost immediately dropped your clothes after our date last week. But I was blinded... I had hoped that this could become something between the two of us. But instead I find you like this. Covered in cum in a room which reeks of sex... You even got yourself collared, so you don't need me anymore, do you? You should be ashamed, but I don't think that's how you felt just until now..."
Now, he was speaking quietly and his voice was sounding sadder and sadder. It took me a while to realize what he meant but as I grasped the meaning I knew that he was breaking up, or better, decided that he didn't want to continue on the path we had started and I gulped. It hurt. And it hurt especially because he was right. I hadn't been ashamed just until he said it. I struggled in my chains moaning and trying to say something. That was when I felt the chain around my neck for the first time. John hadn't taken it off.
"Don't try. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. But do you know what makes me angry the most? That you told whoever brought you into this predicament that he could tell me to free you. And don't try to claim that you sent this message! There's just no way that you had written this message in your state. And that you told him is a bigger breach of trust than anything you've done tonight or today. Just be grateful that I don't turn around and just leave you until anyone finds you!"
He slowly walked forward, still looking angry but maybe also a little bit sad and grabbed the key between my legs, went to my left hand side and opened that padlock. As my arm got free I tried to reach for him, but he slapped my hand away.
"I think you will get yourself free now. Hopefully, you learned something!"
With that Steven turned around and left. Again I tried to reach for him, but I couldn't get him, then I tried to open the ballgag to call for him but even before I had opened it with my weak hand I heard the door open and close again. Even though when the gag finally got off I tried calling for Steven but to no avail. Desperately, I hurried to open the other locks and get up, but when I managed I almost fell out of my bed as my muscles hurt and where surprised by the sudden strain that was being put on them. I hurried out of the bedroom into the living room but I was alone. As I stood I had to lean on the doorframe and collect my thoughts and support myself. There was no sense in running after Steven, at least not in my state. I could feel the not yet dried cum of John running down my body. Absent-mindedly I scooped them on my finger and licked it off.
As I was standing there I felt my body aching after the long night and I went back to the bed and sat down on its edge. I closed my eyes and fell back on the mattress. It felt crusted where I fell down but I didn't care much. I closed my eyes and felt like crying but the tears just didn't come. It was just unjust, while Steven was right that how he found me was embarrassing, it was not my fault. John had made me, had toyed with me. But – from his perspective – he didn't know that and I understood how it must have looked. How could I feel ashamed for something I had no influence over? I didn't want to lose him as a friend and maybe even more but how could I explain how he had found me. I couldn't think straight at the moment maybe a shower would help, so I reached behind to grab my phone and looked at the time. It was almost noon so the showers shouldn't be crowded at all. It was lunch and as far as I knew there wouldn't be too many people around anyway as this was Saturday.
So I took my shower gel, shampoo and a towel, slowly got into my sweatpants and a white shirt and walked to the shower, avoiding anyone as possible. And I was right the shower of the Gym was empty and the hot water brought back some of my spirits. But it also woke the urge to feel a dick inside of me again. The nightly conditioning must have messed with me even more than I had thought before. But it didn't matter much. I felt bad because of the fight with Steven and the events of the night were bothering me, but there was nothing to be done about that, yet at least. When I felt clean again I towelled myself and got back to my room. Entering it I was almost overwhelmed of the smell in my room. I quickly opened the windows and cleaned my bed before I fell on my couch exhausted turned on the TV and just let the day pass by. The rest was direly needed as my muscles ached and I felt tired after the not really good night's sleep. I tried the key to the padlocks which had secured my ankles and wrists, on the padlock holding the chain around my neck but it wouldn't work and its circumference was too small that my head would slip through. It was a medium sized chain-link collar, black, as was the padlock. It didn't look that bad and I thought it suited me. But I couldn't really hide it and it would flap around when doing sports. I had to tell John that he needed to get it off me, as this would hinder my ability to be a PE teacher massively.
Sometime later I felt my stomach grumble, so I got up and went to the cafeteria to get myself some dinner. Steven wasn't there and I was glad because I wasn't sure I would be able to face him. I took my meal with me and slowly ate it in my room while watching some TV. My phone rang I picked it up and saw that I had received a message. When I unlocked the phone I saw that it was neither from Steven nor John but from my unknown assailant.
"Picture "I really enjoyed your mouth bitch. Looking forward to using all of your holes."
The picture showed me on the floor, covered in cum, blindfolded with headphones and including the nippleclamps. But it also showed a dick. Its skin was darker than mine and it was cut. The glans was quite a bit bigger than the shaft and I couldn't see a single hair. At least, now, I knew one part of my unknown attacker. Maybe that would help later identifying him. I didn't answer and let it slide back on the couch. But I also felt my ass twitching.
I went to bed early but just as I was lying in my bed I got this overwhelming need to feel a dick inside of me. Shortly I thought about asking John, but I wasn't ready to face him yet. Steven had made it clear, that he didn't want to have anything to do with me at the moment, so I got up again, found myself a dildo and pushed it in. That was what was missing, I didn't even have to fuck myself with it, just feeling it inside was enough to calm myself to fall asleep.
The next morning I woke up refreshed. My ass had clenched around the dildo which was still inside. Still only half awake I got on all fours reached through my legs and started to fuck myself with it. After a while I stopped feeling even better, relieved and fresher than the day before. I went for breakfast. Steven was there but when I said `Hi', he just ignored me and didn't even acknowledge my presence. That hurt so I took a single table and quickly ate my breakfast before returning to my room to get some work done. Just as I was in the middle of it my phone buzzed and a message from John appeared:
"Hey bitch! Still sore from Friday's fun? I'm learning for a Latin exam next week in the library. Wear white and get here. I'm in the secluded area in the rear!"
I looked at it in disbelief. Now he wanted me to be his tutor as well? But at the same time my ass began to itch and a thought crept into the back of my mind. Maybe he would let me suck him, or even better fuck me. And I needed to ask him to remove the collar as well. So I answered: "I'm on my way" and slipped into the white shorts and a white shirt before walking to the library.
When I arrived, there was another student at the counter who just briefly looked up as I arrived. I walked back where I knew the table was John had been referring to. The library seemed to be empty but when I arrived at the back I heard at least two people whispering. I caught some Latin words, so I was guessing it was John, and I was right, he was sitting on a table with his friend Huy. Both of them were wearing the school's sweatpants, one white, one blue and corresponding shirts. As I arrived both of them looked up and John said:
"Hey, Mr B. Thanks for coming by and helping us out. I told Huy that you are happy to help out with everything and here you are."
"Sure, sure. What do you need.", I asked looking at John who was perturbingly friendly but had a mischievous grin on his face. Huy changed his seat, so I could sit between them. As I lowered myself I couldn't help but look at John's crotch where a bulge of his thick dick was visible. I think John noticed me looking and made his dick twitch a little. I gulped and looked at the book. They were working on a certain not as easy grammar, and they both seemed genuinely interested in understanding the underlying principles. However, I noticed that from time to time John put a hand under the table and rubbed his crotch so only I saw it.
When we had done maybe half of the topic Huy – seemingly unintentionally – knocked a glass of water close to me over and spilled almost the entire water on my shirts and into my crotch.
"Oh no, I'm sorry Mr B!", he exclaimed and put the glass back up. Surprised I looked down and tried to rub the water off my shirt. I glanced at Huy annoyed, wondering if it was on purpose but he looked rueful. My shirt was now clinging to my upper body getting a little translucent and it was a little uncomfortable.
"It's ok, but please be a little bit more careful in the furture. We're in a library and I don't like getting soaked..."
I almost could hear John snicker. But before I could send him an angry glance he said:
"Maybe you should take your shirt off so it dries until we are done. We could lie it over the heater over there, don't you think."
I wanted to protest but when I looked at him it became immediately clear that he wouldn't discuss it. I lowered my gaze and answered meekly:
"Yeah, I think you might be right."
I stood up and went to the heater turning my back to them and hastily pulled the shirt over my body and put it on there. When I looked down I noticed that some water had also spilled on my shorts which were clinging to my skin. If you looked closely you could even recognise the shape of my cage. I snapped the waistband than went back. When I sat down, while Huy still looked a little rueful, while John's dick was clearly visible inside his sweatpants. It must be at least half hard already.
"Teach. Interesting jewellery you're wearing. Looks kinda cool – but can you do sports with it?" Huy asked, after a few moments before we continued.
"Yeah, I kind of like it. But I have to take it off when I'm doing sports. That's why you've never seen it." I answered already trying to convey the message to John that I needed the key. I looked at him but he only grinned and slightly shook his head. Then we continued the lesson, me bare-chested and John more and more obviously playing with his dick through the fabric. The more I noticed it the less I could concentrate. I wanted to please his dick, sucking it, as I was supposed to. So I sometimes lost the thread and even Huy started to notice.
Shortly before we were done, Huy excused himself for the restroom. The moment he got up, turned the back to us and had left, John whipped his dick out and said.
"Don't think I didn't notice how much you craved my dick. Get down and crawl between my legs.", he told me and he turned his chair so he faced me. I looked left and right – nobody was there. One part of me wanted to argue but my urge to get his dick was just too much so I dropped down and crawled forward. As I reached him, my face close to his dick, I looked up and asked:
"What about Huy?"
He laughed than said: "Well if you don't want him to find out, you better hurry!"
That was the only invitation I needed. At first I licked his balls a little, before running my tongue along the underside up to the tip. I gently grabbed the shaft and pulled it closer to my face before I kissed the glans and played with it a little, running my tongue along the edge of the glans and his piss-slit. Slowly I pushed my head down, while John leaned back and moaned a little. The tip of his dick was already a little salty from precum. He rested his hands on my hair but let me do my part, just preventing me to get off his dick.
At first I only played with the upper half of his dick, using my tongue as much as I could but also tried to get used to his size again. After a while I slowly took more and more of his dick until it penetrated my throat and I got to his pubic hair. Now, he held me in place, while his dick filled my throat and made it impossible to breathe. I started to gag a little before he let me retract. I got off his dick completely took some deep breaths, before I dove on his dick again, more eager than before. Right now, this was all I wanted to do, all that mattered. I had completely forgotten where I was and that I was on my knees in front of a student in a public library, waiting for his best friend to return. All I cared about was feeling his dick inside and sucking him until I could swallow his sweet boy-juice.
Slowly I slid up and down his shaft, taking it all in in long strokes from the glans to the base. Then I took it out, looked up and ran my lips along his shaft, just to play with his balls a little more. I looked up and saw that he was really enjoying the blowjob, he was moaning slightly and looking up. I felt pride that I was able to bring him pleasure so I put my lips around his glans and in one go pushed myself on his dick until I had swallowed it totally. Up and down I moved my head, sometimes gagging on his shaft, his hands returned on my head and he was now guiding me, showing me the pace he wanted me to go. I felt he was getting closer as his breathing had sped up when he pushed me down completely on his dick, even pushing his hips closer to me as well. Not getting enough air it didn't take long for me to gag and just as I started I heard John say:
"Enjoying the show, Huy? As soon as you were gone he was on his knees begging to suck my dick. Wanna join in? I bet he will love your dick as well."
-------------------End chapter 24-----------------------
I hope you liked this part. Any more suggestion are always welcome.
And please if you have sex please use condoms and/or PREP to avoid getting STD's. This story is fantasy so there are no repercussions for barebacking.
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