Shawn and His Roomate Chapter 3
Shawn came home late after ..
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Shawn and His Roomate Chapter 3
Shawn came home late after his appointment with Professor Harris. He could barely make it up the steps to his apartment. He felt embarrassed as the cum leaking out of his ass was clearly visible through the white compression shorts. The peach colored stringer he wore over his buff torso was stained with the Professor’s dry cum. After the older man finished cumming deep inside Shawn’s ass, he took the jock’s shirt and wiped his cock clean before throwing it back at the humiliated stud. Shawn just wanted to get in the shower and recover. After seeing the site, freshjockmeat, on the Professor’s laptop, Shawn began to wonder how many cameras were hidden in the apartment. Was people watching him get fucked by Wilbur in his bedroom, shower? Did people see him getting spanked like a little boy? Was people laughing at the big muscle jock while he cried? Shawn grew more humiliated as he thought about it , and also grew more harder in his jockstrap.
Shawn arrived at the posh off campus apartment, and wondered if all the viewers of his videos paid for it. Upon entering the apartment he heard crying, followed by a loud sound of leather hitting bare skin, coming from the living room. Concerned, he started to head to the living room to investigate, but realized he wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, except for his jockstrap in the apartment. Shawn kicked off his shoes and peeled the cum soaked shorts down his huge, smooth thighs. He pulled the shirt over his head and threw the shirt and shorts into a clothing hamper by the door.
“Please, don’t, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” this time the cry was clearer and louder. It was the unmistakable voice of Austin Stauback, the University’s sexy star quarterback.
Shawn turned the corner to enter the living room and found Austin naked, except for a cut off team shirt, and bent over Wilbur’s knees. The 6’4 blonde jock looked ridiculous as he was bent over the boy half his size, his huge, long legs and arms hanging over the skinny nerd’s lap. Wilbur held Austin’s leather belt in the air. He then brought the belt down hard on Austin’s smooth, plump bubble ass. The sound of the leather hitting the tight muscular ass cheeks echoed through the apartment followed by the quarterback’s screams. Austin kicked out his powerful legs at each impact.
“Ugh, please, fuck, stop,” Austin was begging. He was far from being the arrogant, douchebag jock he was only hours ago. Shawn never saw Austin cry before, and he felt sorry for his teammate.
“When I tell you to shave everything from the neck down, I expect you to do as you are told,” Wilbur raised the belt and brought it back down on Austin’s red ass.
“I’m sorry,” once tough alpha Austin cried.
“Look at Shawn here,” he lifted Austin’s head by the hair. “He is completely smooth, exactly like he was told.” The nerd let Austin’s head fall back down in shame. “Babe, Professor Harris said he was very happy with you today. You did a good job.”
Shawn shrugs his muscular shoulders. He didn’t feel so proud of himself. Wilbur merely smiled. He knows Shawn and Austin hated him, but they couldn’t do anything to stop him from using them, which made the two muscle bound jocks fear him. That aroused the small, weak nerd more than anything. As he talked to Shawn, Wilbur placed a long, skinny finger between Austin’s abused ass cheeks and pushed it hard into the quarterback’s hole. The tall, sexy quarterback whimpered and squirmed as the finger pushed deep and rough into him. Austin looked up at Shawn, pleading with his blue eyes for help. Shawn however, just stood there in his cum stained, bulging jockstrap. His chisel 8 pack abs move in and out as he breathes, as he watched Wilbur working his long finger in and out of Austin’s bubble ass. Austin grunted as the nerd squeezed in a second finger, then a third.
“Please,” Austin’s normally deep, masculine voice cracked as he begged.
“You jocks are such sluts,” Wilbur pulled his fingers from Austin’s stretched hole and let the big jock roll off his lap and onto the floor. “Shawn takes your buddy here and shows him how a good jock boy shaves and cleans himself. My friends will be here in an hour.”
Without saying a word to Wilbur, Shawn helped Austin onto his feet and led him into the bathroom. “I’m ordering some food for the guys,” Wilbur called after them as he took Shawn’s wallet from his book bag and used Shawn’s credit card to order pizza. Once in the bathroom, the two jocks finished undressing and stepped into the shower. Shawn then proceeded to shave his teammate’s hard muscular body.
“Why and how is he doing this to use,” the tall Austin tried to stop himself from crying.
Shawn didn’t look up as he was kneeling before Austin, shaving the quarterback’s balls, “because he can.”
Shawn never held another man’s balls before except for Wilbur’s. Austin’s balls were heavy as Shawn lifted and pulled them aside to shave them. Shawn took his time, making sure to get every piece of hair from Austin’s body.
“Turn around,” Shawn ordered when he finished the front of Austin’s chisel body.
Shawn then worked the back. Austin and Shawn were truly the best built guys at school and in many ways they were similarly built, with powerful legs, wide v shape backs layered with muscles, mountious shoulders, large heavy pecs, and cobblestone abs. Shawn knelt and spread Austin’s bubble ass cheeks. The ass cheeks were firm as he spread them, revealing Austin’s tight hole. It was circled by a ring of fine blonde hair, which Shawn proceeded to carefully shave. Feeling the razor against his sensitive hole caused Austin to let out a deep moan. Shawn swallowed hard as he watched his friend’s rosebud entrance flexed. He knew both of them were going to be fucked hard tonight. Their tight jockpussies pounded hard by the gay nerds as they take revenge on the jocks. Shawn briefly stood up and took the shower wand.
“I’m sorry, Austin,” Shawn said as he knelt back down and pushed the wand into Austin’s hole.
“Fffuck, shit,” Austin cried and leaned against the wall as Shawn began to clean him out.
After both jocks had shaved and cleaned each other thoroughly, they stepped out of the towel and walked naked into the bedroom.
“Now that’s a lot better,” Wilbur smiled as he looked over his two muscle slaves. Their bodies were perfect. “Here drink up,” the nerd handed each jock a bottle of water. “You need to stay hydrated.”
Shawn was the first to drink without question and Austin followed. Both stud’s drank it down. The water had a funny taste to it, but it also tasted familiar to the water Coach was providing in the locker room after each practice. Soon both muscle jocks started to feel docile. Wilbur put a hand on the small of each stud’s back, just above the curvature of their muscular asses, as he led them over to the bed. On the bed were two leather one-piece corsets and thongs. The costumes were like those that were worn by Xena the warrior princess.
“You want us to wear those,” Shawn turned to Wilbur in disbelief.
“Of course babe. You two would look hot,” Wilbur laughed as he gave Shawn’s fat left ass cheek a squeeze.
Shawn hated him so bad. A part of him wanted to shred the ridiculous costumes and beat the crap out of the nerd. However, that part was becoming less and less able to focus. He was becoming more docile by the minute.
Wilbur gave both jocks’ bubble butts a slap, “now get dressed. The guys will be here soon.”
Shawn and Austin squeezed their big, thick muscles into the tight corsets. The jocks look ridiculous in their leather costumes. The thong back rode high up their ass cheeks and gripped their cocks tight. The jocks greeted Wilbur’s friends Les and Kamer at the door in their Xena costumes. The two skinny, little nerds gave catcalls and whistles. Kamer, the 5’7 Indian exchange student, slapped the 6’4 Austin on the exposed plumped buttocks. Five minutes later the pizza delivery guy knocked on the door and Wilbur made Shawn answer it. The pizza delivery boy’s eyes widened when he saw the muscle bound running back in the leather corset, his pecs squeezed into the tight suit, and his cock obscenely displayed. Shawn turned red in embarrassment as the pizza guy’s eyes traveled down to his barely, smooth legs. The guy tried to hold back smiling and laughing, “your pizzas, sir.” Shawn took the boxes of pizza that Wilbur had brought with his money. He pushed a tip into the younger man’s hand. As he closed the door, the pizza guy gave Shawn a wink.
For the rest of the night, Wilbur, Les, and Kamer played video games while Shawn and Austin kneel before the nerds’s legs sucking their cocks.
