[The following story, characters, and events are a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this work - both directly and indirectly in both sexual and non-sexual contexts - are of the ages eighteen and above.]
[The Bootyguard is a five-part series. Read
PART ONE
here,
PART TWO
here, and
PART THREE
here!]
-S.A-
"WE LIKE TO FUCK!"
The drive to Kenneth's house was an actual blur. Turning down unfamiliar roads and streets, ending up in beautiful communities consisting of white-picket fences, manicured lawns, and sprawling two-story homes. The drive couldn't have been that long, but I couldn't say for certain. All my senses had become dull, hidden behind cloudy layers of mental fatigue and an undying sense of trepidation.
"WE LIKE TO FUCK!"
Bellamy sat silently the entire ride. The only interactions between the two of us consisted of him giving me directions in a monotone drone. His voice was wooden and dead, as though he were not mentally engaged in our current situation.
As much as a distraction the twenty-year-old could admittingly be, I wished I had someone I could talk to. To be honest, I just missed the sound of his voice...
"WE LIKE TO FUCK!"
I eventually pulled up to the destination and parked in the driveway leading up to the crème-colored house, two storied and luxurious. A gorgeous Spanish-style villa, decorated with beautiful gardens and arrays of lights, I was actually in disbelief that Kenneth had merely referred to this fanciful palace as simply his "place".
It was only then that it became immediately evident to me that Kenneth must've come from some serious money. The same as Bellamy...
"WE LIKE TO FUCK! WE LIKE TO FUCK! WE LIKE TO FU-"
"SHUT UP, THAD!"
The three of us, Bellamy, Kenneth, and I, shouted at the top of our lungs at the naked frat boy in the backseat, which finally compelled him into silence for the first time since our trip began.
I put the Escalade into park with a heavy sigh, taking the keys out of the ignition as the heavy hum of the engine dissipated. Kenneth's open palm brushed against my arm, Kenneth the twunk wordlessly commanding me to place the keys into his open hand. With gritted teeth, and without any other options, I complied. With my keys in hand, he and Thad exited the vehicle.
"We'll be waiting. Don't be too long, Papi!" Kenneth warned before he shut the back door.
The two boys, Kenneth and Thad, both fully naked and without an ounce of fear or hesitation as they galivanted down the walkway hand-in-hand. Shaking their asses all the while, making their way through magnificent gardens and they approached the front patio of the house. Kenneth's more firm and perky, but Thad's more muscular and stouter.
Once Kenneth and Thad had turned the corner and out of my view, I finally turned my attention to Bellamy, the boy seated beside me in the passenger seat. His hazel eyes plastered straight ahead, not deviating, or even acknowledging me. He was merely engrossed in his own sense of melancholy and helplessness. The same as me.
"Bellamy," I addressed the twenty-year-old, resting my hand on his hairless thigh, "I'm sorry. I should've said something when I saw Thad pop his head through the door. I screwed up..."
He sighed. His eyes finally meeting mine for the first time since the ride began, "It's okay," He acknowledged, "I'm not mad at you, Papi. I'm mad...just...
at this entire fucking situation!"
Bellamy slammed his fist against the front dashboard, a rare show of fury from the sophomore.
I placed a calming hand on his shoulder, seeking to ease his anger, "Hey, we'll get out of this! You broke Achilles, I can handle Thad, and we both got out of that orgy with our holes intact, didn't we?" I expressed optimism, "We're a pretty good team, if I do say so myself!"
I really didn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.
Not that I didn't have faith or confidence in Bellamy, mind you. His heroic events from earlier today painted the undergrad in a brand-new light for me. But the current situation we were in required more than simply fucking our way out of it. This required finesse. We were in deep trouble...
And I didn't know what to do.
With no further words between us, Bellamy and I stepped out of the Escalade and walked down the stone pathway towards Kenneth's house.
The cool afternoon breeze brushed against our naked bodies. Bellamy was fully nude, and I was scantily clad in only my ripped underwear--inadvertently exposing my hairy ass to the entire neighborhood as we stepped on the front porch. I could only imagine what nosy neighbors might think seeing three naked college boys and a half-naked grown man all scurrying into the same house.
Kenneth was waiting for us by the front door. Holding the solid wooden doors open, while simultaneously flashing the fakest-looking smile I've ever seen, as we crossed the threshold from the chilly day and into the house proper.
Kenneth locked the door behind us. No one was going to leave this house until this situation was fully resolved. One way or the other...
The first thing that caught my eye inside the house was the magnificent spiral staircase to our right, curving and leading up to the second floor of the house. Then there was the wide and spacious living room, regal yet modern. Glass chandeliers adorned the ceiling high above us, and wide windows provided ample natural light to flood inside, sunlight reflecting and shining off the chandeliers like diamonds.
This place made the KOK Frat House look like a dump in comparison.
In fact, it was actually even quite a bit better than the penthouse Bellamy and I shared. Not that I would ever admit that out loud, of course.
Bellamy plopped down on the nearby recliner, trying to look unimpressed with the fantastical displays of opulence and wealth that surrounded us in folds. Although, if it was anything like Kenneth had claimed, then it was more than likely that Bellamy had been here previously and was quite familiar with the surroundings we were in.
I took my place on the loveseat on the other side of the living room. My hole dully aching in discomfort, a painful reminder of Achilles' raw brutality and ridiculously thick dick, as I placed my weight down on the cushion beneath me to take a seat.
Thad appeared above us, looking down at Bellamy and I from the second story before sauntering down the spiral staircase. Mindlessly playing with his floppy dick and low-hanging balls as he surveyed the room. First looking at Bellamy before he innocently strolled across the room and made his way towards me.
I refused to make eye contact with the beefy jock, still in disbelief of the role he played in getting us to this moment. My eyes were instead glued to the way his junk swayed back and forth with each step he took until he finally plopped down on the open seat beside me.
A little
too
close to me...
Our hairy thighs pressing against one another's and our naked bodies radiating excessive heat off each other. I was left with no wiggle room, firmly stuck between brawny Thad and the armrest.
Finally, after several minutes of awkward silence, Kenneth finally made his appearance. Meandering across the living room with a glass of wine in hand, his hips naturally swayed back and forth and shaking his butt all the while. He walked past the three of us and took his seat on the brickwork of the fireplace, directly beneath the massive flatscreen television.
Silence.
"Well!?" I spoke up, throwing my arms in the air impatiently, "You got us where you want us, Kenneth! Weeks of grand planning led up to this moment! Time to spill the beans on your great masterplan!"
I admittingly came across as more aggressive than I intended to. But I was sick. Sick of the constant running around and the twists and turns of today's twisted events. It was easy to forget that this was originally supposed to be a quick run to Kappa Omega Kappa and getting Bellamy his notes back. But now we were the recipients of some bizarre hijinks involving Bellamy's ex and his former fraternity.
"Paciencia, Papi!"
Kenneth showcased his gratuitous Spanish, taking a sip of red wine all the while, "A boy likes a lil' bit of foreplay after all..."
Ensuring not to spill any drink from his glass, Kenneth daintily reached over to the coffee table sitting in the middle of the living room and grabbed the remote that was sitting on its surface. With the click of a button, the massive flatscreen TV above the fireplace mantle flashed to life.
And there, in all its high-definition glory, played the short video that Thad had taken of Bellamy and me.
Watching the infamous video on the big screen as compared to a smartphone was an entirely different experience. It was only now that I could catch the minute details that I had previously missed--our faces twisted with pleasure, the glossy layer of sweat coating our bodies, the red hue of Bellamy's ass after getting spanked, and the way my nails dug into his smooth asscheeks as he eagerly rode me. Both of us lost in a haze of pure ecstasy and pleasures.
The video repeated.
Kenneth stared me down, looking directly towards me and attempting to gauge my reaction while he played cool, taking sips of his wine. Bellamy refused to even look at the video, physically shifting his body in the opposite direction and shutting his eyes closed. He wouldn't give Kenneth the satisfaction of showing a reaction.
Thad, meanwhile, was fully captivated by the show in front of him. His slimy tongue hanging out of his mouth like a thirsty animal as he wouldn't dare to blink, not wanting to miss a second of the buttfucking action.
"Thanks, Thad." I told the boy to my left, sarcasm tinging every word that left my mouth as I had to restrain myself from resorting to physical violence, "Skeevy lil' perv."
"Actually, credit where it's due, Thad was actually your saving grace. Without him, you wouldn't have your job right now." Kenneth defended the frat boy, elaborating his comments with, "Originally, he wanted to just post it online. But then he had the better idea of coming to
