Kevin stood in his bedroom looking at his reflection in the full length mirror on the door of his walk in closet. There were still faint red marks where the Man had used the flogger on his tanned, muscular, wrestler's torso, and his newly cored out pussy felt sore and well used. His mind was in turmoil as he reflected on the events of the afternoon.
When he had watched the Livestream of Zach's deflowering he had been both exhilarated and aroused at the thought of his rival being treated like a total cumdump, but also in the back of his mind he had wondered what it would be like to be in Zach's place. How would it feel to submit his tough, wrestlerboy body to be used and abused as little more than a sex toy for two older men.
What's more when Kevin heard that Zach had moved into his own apartment, and he came up with his vague plan to insinuate his way into the older boy's new home, get him on his knees and force Zach to suck his cock, he had never thought that his plan would backfire so badly. On reflection it had been a pretty dumb plan. He had allowed his animosity toward the older boy, mixed with a little jealousy, to cloud his judgement, and he had essentially delivered himself into the hands of a perverse and depraved older man. Yet he could not shake the thought that maybe this is what he had wanted all along.
Kevin let his fingers roam over his bulging pecs, and down to his taut rippling abs, feeling a slight stinging sensation where the red marks remained. He could not deny that being strung up like a side of beef, stretched out and helpless, then having his muscular torso flogged front and back, had been a powerfully erotic and fervidly sensual experience. It had got him so hot and horny, and had worked his whole body up into such a state of arousal that when the man produced some kind of metal dildo and teased his virgin hole with it he had really wanted it to open him up, and penetrate so deeply into him, and once he had experienced that, he had known with complete certainty that he wanted to feel a real cock claim him and take his virginity. The need had been so intense that he had actually begged the man to fuck him.
It had all been so overwhelming that Kevin had passed out, and was not really able to recall exactly how it had actually felt, just that it had been incredible, and he craved to experience that feeling once again.
Some days later Kevin received a text from the Man ordering him to report to his house on Friday evening, and when he read the text his cock immediately filled with blood, throbbing with every heartbeat and drooling precum. Had he been at home he would undoubtedly have stripped naked and rubbed one out, but he wasn't at home, he was just pulling on his wrestling singlet for a training session, and Kevin had a feeling the Man knew that, and had also known the reaction that his text would cause. If he was right that meant that the Man had totally intended to humiliate the fit Wrestlerboy in front of his team, and that thought sent a shiver down Kevin's spine.
When Friday finally rolled around Kevin was anxious and horny all day. Luckily there was no training on a Friday, so when the last school bell finally rang he couldn't get out of there fast enough. Yet a couple of hours later his anxious horniness had turned to frustration and irritation. The Man was having a cocktail party, and Kevin had been recruited to serve the drinks, but humiliatingly he had been made to dress in just a black jockstrap, white shirt cuffs and collar and black bow tie. Worse still the guests. all of whom were well dressed older men, were constantly touching his buff wrestlerboy body. Slapping his butt, pinching his perky nipples, tracing the ridges of his abs, and even running a fingernail over his tight teen pucker making him jump and squeal. All the attention his muscular frame was receiving had caused his prick to chub up in the barely adequate jock pouch, making it to bulge lewdly.
About an hour into the party the Man stood up and announced "Gentlemen, I think it's time to bring in our guest of honor." and he opened a door which led to the hallway. Waiting in the hall was Zach, and as he entered the room a murmur of appreciation came form the assembled guests.
If the constant manhandling Kevin had received at the hands of the guests hadn't raised his cock, the sight of Zach would have done so. The lean, tanned and toned stud was clad in low-rise black leather jeans that hugged his muscular thighs like a second skin, and a white short sleeved button down made of some material that was so thin it was almost transparent. The boys brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, as were the ridges of Zach's well defined abs. Only a single button half way down the shirt was fastened, so that the cleft between his nicely formed pecs could clearly be seen, and as he moved, the the lower part of the shirt flapped open to reveal the veined lower belly and a glimpse of the boys navel. To top it off the boy was barefooted. As far as Kevin was concerned he looked totally fuckable, and he didn't think he was the only one in the room who thought so. As soon as Zach entered the room the atmosphere had changed, becoming more salacious, lusty and lecherous.
For his part Zach looked sheepish and bashful. Not at all the strutting, cocky jock that he had once been, blushing deeply when one of the guests announced in a flamboyant manner. "Oh my, that boy is a peach!"
For some reason at that moment Kevin had an image in his mind of the goat in the T-Rex enclosure in "Jurassic Park".
All the attention was now focused on Zach, and guests only came to Kevin to order drinks, and despite having felt objectified earlier, a part of him resented losing that spotlight.
As much as he could, given the way he was dressed, Kevin hung back, tried to make himself invisible, and just observed what was happening. The Man had come up behind Zach and put his hands on the boys broad shoulders. Then he slid them down over his chest and found the one button that held the shirt closed. Every eye was now on Zach as the Man unfastened the button, and opened the shirt to reveal the stunning bronzed body beneath. The hands caressed the taut abs, brushed over a pair of pert nipples, then eased the shirt off the boys shoulders, down his arms and threw it to one side so that the hot, handsome jockboy was now just wearing a pair of tight low-rise leather jeans.
Kevin thought he heard a collective sigh as Zach was exposed to the crowd, but it could just have been his own soft sibilant breath.
The Man's hands rose back to Zach's firm pecs, down the lean stomach then moved to the boy's hips, found the deep v-cut's and followed them to the waistband of the leather jeans, located the button, and popped it open.
