* * * * * Connor shares his new plaything with his roommate, Stanton. * * * * *
*****
Connor wakes to find his roommate, Stanton's, mouth clamped hot and wet around his cock. He lets out a groan of contentment and puts a hand on his roommate's head as the other boy sucks him to completion, shooting his load into Stan's mouth.
As Stan pulls off him, Connor sees his roommate's hand gripped around his own shaft. He gives the other boy a cold look and Stan lets go of himself, leaving his cock to bob in front of him, unfettered.
"What time is it?" Connor asks.
"Eight," says Stan. He tongues a spot of cum from his lips. "Your first lecture's at ten."
Connor gestures with his head. "Come on then."
With a grin, Stan climbs into bed with him, and Connor puts his arms around him from behind, grazing his roommate's shoulder lightly with his teeth.
"You want to be fucked today?"
Stan shudders in his arms and nods vigorously, his arse pushing back against Connor's spent cock.
"And how do you plan to get me hard again?" Connor asks, his voice low, his mouth close to Stan's ear.
"What do you want?" Stan asks.
He squirms around in Connor's arms and maneuvers himself on top of the other boy, pressing his roommate's wrists into the bed.
Connor gives him a lazy smile. "Do you think this is going to get you what you want?"
Stan covers the dark-haired boy's mouth with his, and Connor kisses him back with a hungry mouth.
But while he's happy enough to make out with his roommate, Connor needs to take a piss. He pushes Stan off him and gets up, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"You want to cum today, I suggest you find that kid, Darren, and bring him back here."
Stan frowns. "Darren?"
Connor's done some research, and he's found the kid online.
"Darren Lane, first year architecture. I'll text you his pic. But hurry the fuck up, I don't want to miss my class."
Connor picks up his phone and takes it with him to the bathroom, and soon Stan's phone pings. Connor's sent him a picture of a short kid with brown hair and wide blue eyes.
Stan knows the kid likely doesn't even know Connor has this photo, but Connor has his ways. For a start, he records everything on his phone so he can never be accused of sexual misconduct. As a result, he has videos and stills of every conquest.
It's how Connor originally blackmailed Stan into being his suck-slave. Up until that moment, Stan had been curious, but not overly so, about what it would be like to suck cock.
Then, one drunken night he'd confessed to Connor that he'd imagined being tied up and forced to fuck a man... and an hour later, he'd had that wish fulfilled.
Now, after being fucked daily by Connor for more than two months, he can't imagine his life without Connor's silky-smooth hardness thrusting between his lips, the daily hot explosion of cum against the back of his throat, and the agony of waiting all day for his own climax, horny and desperate to wank, but forbidden by the dark-haired boy he can't imagine disobeying.
Stan revels in Connor's callous use of him, and as time's gone by, he's done his best to please the kid that owns his balls. He works out, watches his diet, shaves himself smooth and knows how to style his hair so that Connor's gaze will go hard and predatory.
Stan loves that look, the cold glitter in Connor's eyes, his head tilted like a prey animal's, his movement as controlled as a cat's as he strides across the room and throws Stan onto his bed to fuck his arse.
And now Connor wants Stan to help him train another fuck slave for his edification. Darren Lane might not know that's what he is, but if he willingly comes back to Connor's dorm, Stan knows the kid will soon find himself hungry for Connor's cold affection, his rough fucking, and the feeling of being completely and thoroughly used.
Although he's desperate to pull himself off, Stan dresses quickly, and goes to find Darren Lane.
* * * * *
Darren can't get Connor out of his head. In the last twenty-four hours he's masturbated uncounted times, playing back Connor's blue eyes drilling into him as Darren sucked the older boy's cock. Connor pushing hard into his arse, and how unbelievably excited he'd felt knowing he could take it. Connor calling him a slut, and how filthy and hungry that made him feel. He can't remember ever being this horny.
Even now as he downs his breakfast, he feels his cock filling out again, and tries desperately to think about something else.
There's a knock on the door, and a guy he hasn't seen before comes into the dining room several of their dorms share.
"Hi." Stan waves his hand once in an arc. "I think you know my roommate, Connor."
Darren freezes, a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. "Yes." His voice only engages halfway through that short word.
Stan pushes his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "He wants you to come to our dorm room."
Darren sets his spoon back in his bowl, his mind a sudden mess of excitement and nervousness.
"Did he say why?" he asks.
Stan gives him a knowing smile that makes something in Darren's stomach kick hard. This guy who's six feet tall, with short dark hair and a handsome, masculine face. He's not a jock, but he's in good shape, and Darren feels his nervousness increase.
"When does he want me there?" asks Darren. There's no point in pretending he's going to say no.
"Now," says Stan. "As long as you've had a shower?"
Darren nods. "Tell him I'll be there in ten."
"I hope so," says Stan. "He won't offer twice."
Stan leaves, and Darren hastily washes up his cereal bowl and leaves it to dry on the bench. He goes back to his dorm room and brushes his teeth, then after a moment squirts on some cheap cologne.
As he reaches Connor's door, he runs a hand through his hair.
He knocks.
