Ours: Chapter 8

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“You sure the lock on this will be okay in the water?”

“Should be,” Derek reassured a questioning Cory. “I mean, you’ve been showering with it on, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Cory sounded a little dumbfounded. “Don’t know why I didn’t think about that…”

“If it does get stuck, I’m pretty sure we’ve got a bolt cutter in the garage at home,” Nic half-joked.

“No, thank you,” Cory’s hands moved to cover his junk.

It was late Saturday morning, and the boys were walking together down a path through the woods, After their energetic post-dinner fuckfest the night before, the boys turned in early, Derek and Nic cleaning up while Cory laid on the pulled out couch in a fucked out daze. Too exhausted to move anywhere else, the three boys passed out in a tangled, sweaty heap.

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Ours: Chapter 7

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Cory was practically bouncing in his seat in the back of Derek’s car. It was Friday, and school had just let out; they were headed to the cabin for the weekend. That itself would normally be something Cory would really look forward to, but what he was really excited about was the fact that tomorrow is the day his chastity cage comes off. He’d been on his best behavior, especially since his night alone with Derek. The possibility of earning another reward was certainly incentive enough.

“You doing okay back there, Cor?” Nic turned in his seat, sensing Cory’s excitement.

“Yes sir! Just… looking forward to the weekend.” Cabin weekends were always fun, but this would be the first time they would be back in almost three months, since the weekend Nic and Derek had first taken ownership of Cory. Nic had even told Amy he would be in the middle of the woods all weekend and wouldn’t be able to check his phone much. They’d both be all Cory’s. Or Cory all theirs.

“Looking forward to getting that cage off too, right?” Derek turned the car off the main road into the woods as he spoke.

“…The thought may have crossed my mind, sir.”

“Well careful boy, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Nic warned, smiling devilishly. “You still gotta make it through tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” Cory knew Nic was just teasing him…right?

“Besides, I kinda like you like this. Quiet, obedient… might need to keep locked up and horny more often.”

Cor wasn’t sure he’d survive being locked up any longer. The hardest part of this week and a half had been not being such a smart-ass, and that was almost impossible hanging around these two. “Are we doing anything special this weekend, sirs?”

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Ours: Chapter 3

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“Oww.”

The whine came from Cory in the center of the bed. Cory, who had been on the receiving end of two very rough fuckings last night. Who lost his virginity last night.

“Heh, pretty sore, huh boy?” Derek was already awake.

So was Nic, but neither had quite felt up to actually getting out of bed just yet. Getting up meant having to pack. All of their parents were expecting them home before dinner. They had school tomorrow.

“Yes sir,” was mumbled into a pillow.

It was still the morning, earlier then when they had gotten up yesterday. They probably had a couple of hours to putter around before they needed to get on the road. Derek stretched his legs from his spot behind Cory, making sure to give his ass a good grind with his morning wood before swinging his legs to the floor. He walked over to the kitchen.

“Come on. I bought bacon and eggs just for today,” he spoke as he pulled out a couple of pans for the stove.

“Duuuuuuude, you’re the best,” was Nic’s reaction, also mumbled into a pillow.

Eventually the smell of cooking bacon was too much, and both boys migrated from the bed to the small table, eyes still heavy. Neither boy was particularly a morning person, but Derek somehow was always able to wake up easily. Cory hissed slightly as he sat, his sore hole a thorough reminder of the previous night’s activities. Once they finished cooking, Derek brought over two large plates, one filled with bacon and the other scrambled eggs. Nic and Cory reached automatically for a piece of bacon before even grabbing a plate.

“Fuck,” Cory hissed again as his butt returned to his seat, bacon in hand. “My ass is so fucking sore.”

“Yeah…sorry about that boy. Wish I had something to tell ya but…you’re just gonna be sore for a couple of days,” Derek informed him. “Probably want to avoid eating anything spicy the next few days…” He smirked, biting into his own piece of bacon.

“So,” he continued, “we should probably talk about what things are going to be like once we get back home.”

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Ours: Chapter 2

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Cory awoke groggily the next morning. At least he thought it was morning. Peeking his eyes open, he saw that the sun was up and probably had been for some time. He was asleep on the pull out couch with Derek while Nic slept on the other couch in the cabin’s common area. His head was still fuzzy and his mouth was dry, but at least he wasn’t hungover. He pulled his blanket over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep, the sounds of Nic’s light snoring coming from the other couch. Slowly, the previous night’s events began to creep back into his head.

‘Okay. So your friends know you’re gay. That…that’s fine. You were going to tell them, eventually…you were just waiting until you were far, far away in college. This wasn’t how you planned to do this. But you also didn’t plan to suck their dicks. Oh my god, you sucked their dicks. You sucked both their dicks, next to each other. They wanted you to suck their dicks.’

‘They wanted you to do more than just suck their dicks. They like…planned this whole thing out. Wait, they planned this whole thing out. How long had they been waiting to do this? We still have like a fay and a half before we go back, what else did they plan? I mean they definitely had fun last night. We all had fun last night. Right?’

Cory’s mind reeled as the stream of consciousness in his head never slowed. What does this mean? Are we still friends? Are we still going to hang out how we used to? Are they going to tell anyone else? He lay there for nearly an hour, brain never slowing enough to allow him to fall asleep. Just as he was about to get up he heard a stirring coming from Nic. He stilled, he wasn’t ready to face…whatever this was yet. Maybe another hour would help. Or a year. Or ten.

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Ours: Chapter 1

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“Dude, you suck at this game. Just give up and go get me a drink.”

“No, you suck at this game. I’m kicking Cor’s ass.”

“Are you high? No, you’re not.”

It was a typical Friday night. Derek, Nic, and Cory were spending a weekend alone at Derek’s family’s cabin, as they had for the past 3 years. They had been coming out here a lot longer than that, but it was only after their first year of high school that Derek’s parents started letting them use it alone.

The three had been friends for almost 10 years. They met in the 3rd grade and quickly bonded over a mutual love of cartoons, video games, and superhero movies. Over the years their interests began to differ, things like girls and sports entered the picture, but through it all the three remained close. Now in their last year of high school, though the boys seemed to run in different social groups they still found time to spend together.

Derek was the oldest, though only by a few months. Not quite a jock but still athletic, at 5’10” and with dark brown hair he had his pick of girls at school. Nic was even taller at 6’0”, and being on the football team meant he also rarely had to look far for a girl. His latino background gifted him with tan olive skin and jet black hair. Hair that went everywhere. People often expected a much louder and brash personality, but he largely preferred keeping his emotions in check and to himself. Finally, the youngest of the group by a couple of months was Cory. Just a little chubby, any interest he had in sports went out the window as soon as his mom got him his first computer. Now he spent most of his afternoons indoors, his curly brown hair growing shaggier and the lack of sun not doing his pale skin any favors.

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Daddy D, Part 6

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It was a Friday night and I was hanging out at home with my roommate and Daddy D. Daddy and I had continued to see each other when we could though I think we were both realizing the realities and limits of our situation. Still, when we did see each other, we always had an amazing time together.

Tonight was a quiet evening. I had moved out, into a place with much more tolerable roommates. We were hanging out in the living room together, watching TV and smoking some pot. Daddy was friends with my new roomie, Brian. He introduced us. in fact, and it wasn’t long before the flirting started.

Brian was bigger than me, both in height and weight. A fuzzy bear of a guy, Daddy certainly knew where to keep the cute ones. He was sitting in between the two of us on the couch, in a t-shirt and shorts. I was similarly dressed, and Daddy was in jeans. The show we were watching had just wrapped up, and it seemed Brian had an idea of what to do with the rest of our night.

“Well now that that’s over…you guys wanna come upstairs?” Brian coyly asked us.

Did we ever.

“Lead the way,” Daddy answered before I had a chance.

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