BDSM Library - Story: Nick\'s Summer, Chapter: Part 8 The Wheel of Fortune

Nick 8 - The Wheel of Fortune

by Emile

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After Nick and Seth wandered off, Brick and Jack had started shooting the shit, and had taken a liking to each other, as thugs frequently do, through a combination of sizing each other up and outdoing each other's stories. Jack had told Brick he was Nick's older brother, although every time he mentioned Nick's name, it was sneering, full of venom. He didn't mention anything about their farm tricks, but Brick soon realised that there was something more going on. Brick suddenly lowered his voice "Hey man, I wouldn't usually tell this to a guy's bro, but it doesn't sound like there's much love lost. You see, we got a pretty strict pecking order here, and, well, you don't get to the top without standing on some heads below you, you know. If, uh, you wanted, we could make sure your li'l bro gets put in his place..." Jack grinned, catching the familiar glint in Brick's eye. "Fuck yeah, that's just what he needs. He's such a tool, I wanna fuck him up so bad..." he stopped, realising he'd probably said too much, but Brick's grin just broadened. Despite his nickname, Brick was pretty cunning, and not only did he see a golden opportunity to take in Nick, he had an idea to 'sponsor' Jack too. He enjoyed breaking arrogant bullies like Jack most of all - slowly and surely. "You know man, you seem pretty cool. Ever thought about going to college yourself...you know, keep an eye on Nick. I mean my uncle's the chair of biology and he's always looking for new recruits." Jack stood there dumbly, he'd always been told he was too stupid and poor for college, and here was a stranger handing him a free pass. "Hey there's a special scholarship - bit of a family secret actually - pays for the frat and all. I'd really appreciate having someone like you around..."

Reb was also taking care of business. He'd jogged across campus, and was sweating lightly under the flannel shirt. As he got to the professors row, he unbuttoned the shirt, exposing his honey tanned, gold flecked chest open to the fresh air. The rodeo coverboy jogged up the stairs of her porch, panting as he rung the bell. He didn't have a game plan yet, but he was pretty confident Jennifer would be home - they'd fucked in the mornings before. Her husband Chico was a hospital orderly, and always seemed to pull the worst shifts - the 10pm to 2pm double shift was a regular - Jenn said the doctors were trying to wear him down, or make him skip a shift so they could fire him. Whatever the justification, exhaustion had taken the macho away from her latin stallion, and absence made her heart grow fonder - of Reb's winning smile, and then his wicked dick. So when Reb waited, sweat glistening, arm braced against the door frame to reveal his sexy pit and torso to her, the last person he expected answering the door was Chico. The swarthy man looked up at Reb, his eyes dark and penetrating. He was handsome and buff, like a panther, and Reb suddenly registered how much he'd underestimated his competition. If Chico knew anything, he didn't show it. "So you must be one of my wife's students, yes? She is sick, you know... but I am sure you are here for good reason. Forgive me, why don't you come in?" Reb hesitated, something in his mind screamed danger, but he was competitive and arrogant, and held all the cards, or so he thought. But as he passed through the door and Chico closed it, he didn't get his chance to speak. He felt a jab in his side, high in his lats where his arm had been propped, and suddenly slumped on the wall, conscious but limp. Chico leant down, his unshaven cheek inches from Reb's. "Oh yes, I know all about you...."

Meanwhile Nick was having the time of his life. Seth really seemed to take a shine to him, and despite the discomfort of the massive dildo, the stickiness of his clothes and the tight thong around his horsecock and nads, he was feeling something like the ease he'd enjoyed long ago, before rowing camp had changed everything. Seth had taken him right through the main house, even handing Nick a cold beer from the kitchen. The beer was popped already and a little flat but Nick didn't care. He downed half and despite the harsh taste he grinned, trying to show bravado. Seth smiled and ruffled his hair, mostly because he knew the beer had been flavoured with a healthy amount of piss and cum from last night's fuck session, ready for his pledge Zac to drink. He'd also laced it with a couple of roofies, which would come on soon enough. But for now, it was just a beer between buds, in the king frathouse on campus.

Seth took him around the frat, introducing him to all the jocks, even waking them up so they greeted Nick wearing only boxers, rank and unwashed, tenting the front with their morning piss hards. Nick had been trained to take in every smell, every curve of muscle and cock, and now had to stop himself staring at the prick bulges of dozens of near naked seniors. He was also feeling woozy, but kept drinking the beer, not wanting to seem like a lightweight. They seemed oblivious to it all, although Nick didn't realise many were too busy drinking in the hunky freshman to notice. Seth took him up to his own room, and when he opened the door, the heady scent of male funk hit him immediately, twice as powerful as the other jock dens. He didn't realise until they walked in but Seth shared with Zac, now a sophmore, who was passed out face down on the bed, stark naked. Nick could see everything - not just his arse but his cock and balls stuck out below - all smooth. Not hung like Nick, his tackle did seem unusually bloated. He couldn't see the guy's arsehole between the tight cheeks, which was just as well, or he might have left the frat screaming. Seth just waved his hand dismissively, saying something about 'Zac having had a big night'. In fact, Zac was sleeping off a cocktail of drugs they'd fed him the night before, before gangbanging him in the dining hall. Seth had dragged him upstairs, barely concious, a couple of hours before, finishing off the pledges night by unloading his third load - into the stud's mouth. He made Zac hold it on his tongue, until he fell asleep and drooled it over his pillow and face. Seth was proud of his roomie, he was so desperate to stay in the frat he took any abuse, even when they extended his pledge period for 2 years now. The reason they gave was he'd flunked first year, so he had to repeat everything - even pledging. Really they just wanted to see how much Zac could take, before their cocks split apart his tight little arse, or his balls burst from lack of cumming.

Nick was having real trouble concentrating now, and felt hot and flushed. He was sweating in the football jersey, and having trouble speaking. Seth saw him sweat and fished a singlet from the floor with BDT stencilled across the front, and handed it to Nick to keep. In was obviously dirty, but Nick thought it was still a big honour, being given one of Seth's own shirts. Seth smacked him on the shoulder, brotherly, and told him he should put it on. He wasn't keen to strip in front of Seth, but saw no choice. He shucked off his jersey, pulling the singlet over his head. It was too small for Nick's beefy body and broad torso, in fact he wondered how it fit Seth, not realising it was in fact Zac's pledge tee shirt, which the whole house would recognise. The thin grey cotton was smudged with stains, mostly cum splatter, and the tapered shoulder straps cut into his pecflesh. The material was itchy against his sensitive nipples, in fact icy-hot ointment had soaked into the material from being constantly applied to Zac's own nips, and the hem hovered an inch above Nick's waist, clearly revealing the trash can tattoo. Seth walked up to him, placing his finger on the tatt, asking what it meant. He was standing close, and left his finger there, only inches from Nick's crotch. The air was electric, and Nick felt his cock harden in the posing pouch. He wanted to say something, or move away, but Nick just stood there dumbly, Seth's hand hovering just above Nick's cock, straining for release.

Nick tried to back away but stumbled, head spinning, and Seth steadied him, leading him to the study desk to lean on. He sat Nick on the desk, hand still under his arsecheek, leaning in so Nick's nose was against Seth's chest, inhaling his musky aroma. Nick was now sweating heavily, like a sauna, and rivulets streamed down his armpits, soaking the singlet, while the posing pouch was soaked through, dampening even the jeans. Seth feined concern, pushing Nick's singlet up until it was a mere strap over his mantits, like a crop top, and unbuttoned his fly, shucking the jeans down to midthigh. Nick's horsecock was straining at the cloth, the drugs and pent up cum making his whole crotch throb, and a good two inches of dickroot were showing, cockring clearly visible above the waistband. Seth lay a hand on the his shoulders and another on Nick's abs, and before he could say anything, Seth was holding the back of his head, french kissing him, while his free hand inched down, grazing his aching meat. Precum welled up in his dicklips, seeping through the already soaked pouch, forming a glistening spot that began dripping on to his jeans. His balls were tightening, even his arsering was squeezing against the fat dildo. There was heavy petting, Seth making his nipples hard and squeezing his aching knob until it burped a steady river of precum, wiping the slime from his hand on Nick's exposed pec. He was a messy kisser, not only rubbing Nick's lips with his clit tickler until they were raw, but slobbering gallons of spit down Nick's throat. A small part of his brain was screaming out, but fucklust had taken over the rest, and he just panted, moaning on the desk as Seth roved all over his hunky body. Seth had even moved between his legs, spreading his thighs wide, so his foot grazed against Zac's hairless pit even as they made out. He made Nick lean back, arms spread, his whole body pivoting on his tight arse, moving his crack up into view. Nick had assumed this position so many times before he subconciously thrust his tool out, thighs akimbo, like a cheap whore.

Seth pushed his chest even further down, until he was almost reclined on the desk. This put his face and upper body in full view of the webcam permanently trained on Zac's bed, and suddenly dozens of 'FratCam' subscribers were treated to a new sight, as the panting young jock grunted and groaned from unseen action. It wouldn't remain unseen for long. Seth was slowly shucking Nick's jeans off, and once they were down, he began mauling the posing pouch, his fingers digging for Nick's hole. Then he hit the dildo. Surprise registered on both jocks faces - Nick from the unexpected jolt of pleasure shooting up his hole, and the humiliation of discovery, Seth from finding his innocent prey's dirty little secret. It was all he needed, and all pretence of seduction went out the window. In seconds the pouch was flipped off, landing on Zac's half turned face, and Seth was lightly frigging the knobbly dong in and out of Nick's chute, just enough to put his prostrate into overdrive. His cock was so close to cumming the precum burped out in metronomic regularity, and his whole body quivered with anticipation.

Seth pulled him up and over to the bed, shoving him face down towards Zac. Nick barely had time to brace, his face inches from the sophmore's pulsing prick, his arse up and on display. Seth fucked the dildo more fiercely, now visible on camera, before ripping the equipment out and letting it drop with a thud. He quickly popped his own fly, plugging the gaping void with his own hard cock, bucking into the colt, making the whole bed shake. Zac was woken from his semiconscious sleep, and seeing him begin to stir, coughing dickslime into the posing pouch, he leaned down, grabbing Nick by the back of the head and pushing down. Nick's face was forced onto Zac's tangy stalk, and trained like a robot, he began to lick, giving the abused fratwhore his first sexual pleasure in months. Zac bucked and pushed back, until Nick's face was filled with crack and crotch. Through the druggy haze, he just vaguely realised he was being spit-roasted by two complete strangers, in a strange place, his whole existence a neverending saga of abuse and humiliation. Worse still, as Zac's crevice rubbed over his nose, he could smell the cum and lube juicing the well fucked hole. He'd leaned back and pushed his dick back further, forcing the head between Nick's lips. As the crusty glans forced its way in, he realised he was even the fucktoy of their fucktoy now! Tear began welling in his eyes, just as both jocks breaths became ragged, ready to unload their fuckbags into him. and unfortunately for Nick, not only was Zac a heavy leaker, but after so long without cumming, he would cream dozens of slugs of thick cum if he climaxed. Which was coming very, very soon.