Marcos spent the entirety of the next school excited out of his mind. He couldn't wait for his plan to come into fruition. He had told Michelle to meet him at the same location, and he would finally be reuniting the lovers. He couldn't wait to slip his cock deep into her folds again, and he knew she was the same. She wore another slutty outfit, one that he had specifically requested from her. She loved every bit of attention he gave her, and the tight sports bra around her tits, which were practically falling out of it, had the words 'slut' engraved again with a glitter pen she used. She wore matching shorts, long enough that it still fit with the school policies, but was so tight it showed off every curve of her ass, and because she wasn't wearing any underwear, demonstrated how wet she was by the giant stain at the bottom of her at all times.
No one could believe this was the same Michelle as a few days ago, and rumours started to spread in the school, wondering who Michelle's new daddy was, who was this mysterious person making her dress so crazily? To make her admit that she was truly a slut? And what happened between her and Louis? He was grumpy all day, demonstrating they did indeed break up, but it had happened so suddenly no one had a clue what was happening. Marcos enjoyed every second of the rumours, and his cock was straining in his pants the entire day, begging to be let out and do all the things his filthy mind was imagining. "Soon..." He whispered to it. Soon it would everything it wanted.
As soon as the last bell rang, he shrugged his bag on and walked towards the garage, unable to contain his excitement. He made conversation with the teacher for a bit while the class exited, talking about his interest in taking the course the next semester. A lie, but he wanted to stop him from wondering what Marco was doing there. When they all finally left, he stood there alone, wondering if Louis had the guts to show up. He did, appearing at the door leading to the school with a backpack on his back as well.
Marcos eyed him up and down, trying to gauge how the night was for him. "Did you enjoy the cock cage?" He asked, smiling.
"Marcos... I need to cum." Louis said, looking down onto the floor with embarrassment.
"I wonder how many times you got hard last night... how many times you got today at school, thinking about how you wouldn't be able to get off unless Marcos allowed you to. Did it make you feel like a little bitch?" It was a bold statement, but he could already sense the submissive energy coming out of Louis, and he knew he would be able to push him further today.
"Come on, I already learned my lesson. You don't even have to do it, just release me from this." He closed the door behind him and pulled his pants and boxers down, showing his locked dick, which was already growing hard from his shame. He clearly had a humiliation fetish.
"What if I said I lost the key somewhere?" Marcos grinned, torturing the man a little more.
"Stop messing with me!" Louis said, like a child that had his toy stolen from him.
"I'm not, I truly don't know where it is." He said. "Maybe I can find it if you suck me hard enough." He looked down at his crotch, which was already bulging more and more from this interaction. Louis didn't even hesitate this time. He walked towards where Marcos was standing and dropped to the floor in an instant. He pulled his pants and briefs down, and Marcos' large dick sprung up, almost hitting Louis in the face.
"You look like you've been desperate to suck me all day. Couldn't stop thinking about him, could you? Thinking about spitting on him, making me moan at your tongue. What a good boy you are." Marcos said as he slapped Louis a few times on the cheek with his dick. God the things he could do with this guy. Louis didn't say anything, but didn't argue either. Marcos was spot on. He grabbed his dick like he really needed it, and put his mouth around it. He bobbed his head like a porn star, sucking Marcos away. As a dude, he knew how killer it was to have an orgasm ruined, or be denied one all together. He could see why Louis was willing to do anything right now to get off, he would be the same in that situation. He would be so horny that he would be unable to stop himself from wanting to fuck and suck anyone he could get his hands on just for a bit of pleasure. He was sure that was what was racing through Louis' mind and body right now.
Michelle's arrival was the perfect timing. She gasped when she entered the room, her eyes wide. "What's going on here?" She asked, and Louis fell on his ass in horror, staring at her.
"Michelle! I... uh..." He started, unable to think of an excuse.
"Your ex-boyfriend here was just sucking my dick off. You know how addicting it can be. You shouldn't blame him." Marcos purred. This was so good. Even better than he imagined.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Michelle yelled. "What's wrong with you? You're not even gay!"
"What are you even complaining about? You cheated on me first!" He yelled.
"And you tried to get back at me by sucking off the guy I was cheating on you with?" She yelled back. Marcos could honestly stand there and watch the two of them bicker for the next few hours. "Also, what in god's name is on your dick?" Michelle stared at it, and then stared at Louis in the eyes.
"Marcos put it on me, it makes it so I can't cum, and it hurts when I get hard." Speaking of which, he was already very hard from the few sucks he gave Marcos.
She finally paid attention to Marcos. "Good. He deserves it. He was a fucking terrible boyfriend."
"And what the hell are you wearing?" Louis yelled, staring at her up and down. Her breasts were almost completely out of the sports bra. "How is this even okay at school?"
