Paradise by the Dashboard Light

Clint let go of his shoulders, dropping his hands down as he gripped his junk with one wide hand and his waist with the other. The smaller boy's entire bulge disappeared behind his fingers, a feat that wasn't possible with any of the boys surrounding the twink tonight. "...a different noodle?" He laughed and squeezed harder, until Rion hissed a little. Then he let go with a slightly inebriated laughter. He hadn't thought a night out 'showing Troy's cousin a good time' would be fun, but he was completely wrong. And if all worked out right, he'd be showing himself a good time too.

Rion's hands were pressed to D'Angelo's body, and at first he laughed and tried to pull away, but the muscular young man was strong than Rion, and he was forced to feel the tight muscles under the skin as D'Angelo moved his hands around his own body. Rion couldn't help but compare D'Angelo's pecs with his own flatter chest, and he couldn't deny the little flicker of warmth in his stomach as his hands groped against D'Angelo's body.

Then suddenly Clint's hands were on his shoulders, and then they were grabbing his cock! It was clothed, so not his real cock, but the way Clint's hands gripped him with little to no care for how it felt to Rion was equal parts hot and concerning. He could've crushed Rion's balls just then, and there was nothing he could've done about it. So why was that exciting?

"Uh, I can't uh," Rion stammered at Troy as he poured him a new drink. Both of his cousin's friends were sandwiching him between them, and with D'Angelo in control of his hands, he couldn't take the drink offered to him. "I don't got any hands," he explained.

While the music rumbled around them and he could hear Troy and Rion talking, D'Angelo was much more focused on the hands which were roaming on his arms and chest. Taking the lead from Clint he smirked and couldn't resist slipping his own hands down Rion's sides, leaving him to continue appreciating his body himself. "Or maybe it's about how much he enjoys noodles" he suggested, his hands having reached Rion's waist and easily slipped to his tight twink ass to grip the cheeks roughly as if he owned them.

"Don't forget the kind of definition you can get on your abs as well" his grin wide with the influence of the drinks they'd been sharing and moving one of his hands back to guide Rion's hand down over his abdomen, gradually going lower and lower. Only once he found the tickle of his faint happy trail and tensed his lower torso for the boy to feel the V lines and the hint of what lay below the waistband did he stop.

"Everybody get in for a photo!" Rion said, setting up his camera and cheesing real big as the camera SNAPS! and takes their picture with a bright flash. The twinky young man runs up and checks the photo, pleased with the result. "Yea, yea, yea. Lookin good everybody!"

Rion tucks his phone away for safe keeping in his cargo shorts. They hung loose on his hips with the added weight. It exposed an extra inch or two of brightly patterned briefs. His shirt had gotten removed...he couldn't remember when or by who. He didn't care. He was having too much fun.

He picks up his drink from the table. He hadn't touched it in a good little while, and knocks it back without even thinking. It was his...third(?) perhaps. "Woo! Thanks for inviting me guys! I'm really having a blast!" He yells over the loud music.

While the idea of a night out with his roommate and his younger cousin at first hadn't seemed the best way to spend the night, once Troy had explained the real plan, D'Angelo was immediately signed up. Already he'd been able to tug Rion out of his shirt and toss it away so he'd not get it back any time soon. Now he was letting his hands slide a little over the twinks body as they moved to the music. "You really should start joining us at the gym, dude. Start working towards muscles like these" he pulled Rion's hand to feel his biceps and chest, his own attire now comprising of simply shorts and a straw cowboy hat he'd picked up at the club entrance.

Logan Lerman

But as Beck kept jackhammering, Carson felt what was coming. There wasn't enough space between each thrust for his bladder to reset, and after two or three more thrusts, Carson felt the tingle up his spine, and then, very much involuntarily, Carson's bladder let go entirely. The stream of piss rocketed out like Carson's cum when he he's been edging for days. It slammed into his own face, splashing piss against his forehead, into his hair, and over his eyes. Carson shut his eyes on reflex, but his drugged up self was too slow to close his mouth. A hot, wet stream of piss coated the inside of his mouth until he had a lake of piss in his mouth. Only *then* did he register what was happening and tried to close his mouth, the bitter taste of piss was all he could taste now. Carson had no choice but to swallow a giant gulp of piss even as more streamed against his closed mouth, splashing down his neck onto the sheets around him.

The piss kept emptying, a whole night of drinking and partying leaving Carson's bladder more than full enough to soak his chest and leave puddles on his sheets as piss ran in rivers off his body. The dark stains even traveled down to his ass, little furrows of piss bouncing and shifting as Beck fucked deep and hard into Carson. "Please Beck..." Carson mumbled. It was pleading, begging, half sobbing. Carson was well and truly broken as he was fucked and pissed on with no hope of stopping either.

Beck could ask anything of him in this moment. He'd won.

He could only watch and keep thrusting his hips, room filled with the sound of slapping skin as he railed his friend, as the stream of piss seemed to cover Carson's entire body. In particular over his face and hair and right into his mouth, the fact he was too weak to spit it out and had to swallow his own piss which Beck had fucked out of him just solidified that final power dynamic.

The room was filled with the smell of their sex mixed with that of Carson's piss as his body and the sheets around him were covered. Beck was already so close, his balls twitching and body begging for release, so much so that the weak mumbled pleading words which came from his friend, half sobbing and full of begging was all it took to have his fat cock suddenly explode inside him.

Beck moaned loudly as it was his turn to shoot jet after jet of bodily fluid out of his dick, only in his case it was hot, sticky, white substance and it rapidly filled up the inside of Carson's ass before leaking out around the sides of where Beck was stretching him to his limits. "Fuuuuck" he groaned, still pumping his hips firmly as he road it out.

"It's the least I can do," Royal said, nodding at Jordan's request. A "good morning kiss" was incredibly standard these days. Royal didn't even question it as he strode into the kitchen, dropping down onto his knees. He picked up Jordan's impressively thick cock and wrapped his lips around it, sucking on the end and bobbing gently on the first few inches of his cock.

Royal found the action...somewhat soothing these days. Like a baby and a pacifier. He felt better with Jordan's cock in his mouth. Like the day could properly begin. And he'd come to enjoy the taste of that soft skin against his tongue. The absolutely intense flavor of precum exploded over his tongue as he ran it through the slit of Jordan's cock. Royal could taste the difference now, between precum, cum, and the small bits of piss he picked up as he gave Jordan's cock it's "morning kiss". Jordan hadn't gone to the bathroom yet this morning, and so it changed his flavor. Amazing what you could tell about a person when you were truly dedicated to them.

"Happy anniversary," Royal said, pulling off of Jordan's cock, looking up at his brother. "Who would've thought this is where we'd be way back when I asked you to lock me up?" Royal stayed on his knees, looking up at Jordan in case he wanted his "kiss" to transform into something more.

"Good boy, my good little boy" Jordan smiled as he watched his younger brother obey immediately and drop down to his knees to pick up his hefty cock and start sucking on it. He couldn't even remember the last time he hadn't received this treatment first thing in the morning. It used to have to be almost forced, bribing Royal to do it, but now he did it eagerly, like he needed to taste Jordan's meat to keep himself relaxed and ready for the day.

Jordan let out a soft moan as the first few inches of his length were suckled on and his soft size began to grow slightly harder at the attention, especially when the tongue ran over his slit. From a straight boy who refused to suck dick, to an eager expert, Royal had truly changed. "Happy anniversary kiddo" he replied, using a thumb to stroke lightly over his jawline. "Bet you're so happy that you asked me to lock you up huh? Now you get to live a life you never even knew you craved so much...don't forget the balls baby bro" he added, seeing Royal awaiting further instruction from the floor.

"Need to piss" he muttered absently, before looking down at his brother and shrugging, "Maybe it's time I taught you to take it so that I don't have to waste time walking over to the bathroom"

"But you should've known this whole horny bit was coming. And you will push through it. One way or another. If I need to I can tie you down to the bed so you can't try anything. Or we could get super high so a bunch of hours pass in the blink of an eye." Rion was being somewhat dismissive and incredibly nonchalant about the whole situation. How could he not be, when he had no idea exactly how pent up and frustrated the cage had made Ruby?

He sat down in a recliner with a good view of ruby on the couch. "Well then?" He gestured with a rolling hand, like he was waiting for Ruby to do something. "Come on. Let's see it. Don't start with all the 'perv' talk. You want me to help you, I gotta see what all the fuss is about." Rion held Ruby's key, but he'd never seen the cage. Ruby had put it on himself, and Rion had only ever seen the cage as a bulge in Ruby's pants. "Lemme see what's got you all worked up."

Still, being his sweet, beautiful idiot maybe meant he still had a chance of sweet talking him into giving the key over. "I didn't realise it would be this intense with this long still to go until the end." he huffed, "Honestly the idea of being high and tied down might be the only way I get through this without murdering you to get the key" he half joked, once again rolling in frustration at how casually his friend was taking his situation.

A confused, dumb look settled on Ruby's face for a moment before he finally understood what Rion was asking and momentarily resisted. However the words about helping him after seeing it hung in the air and gave Ruby some of that fool's hope which he so often had. "Ugh, fine, whatever. You're still a perv though, wanting to see me with my pants off" he scoffed, standing up and quickly tugging his pants and boxers down to his knees and lifting his t-shirt up to his chest so that Rion could see the small cage around his dick. There was a thin metal waistband on top but nothing to the rear, only the see through cage around his soft length and a small hoop around the base of his balls.

Cub stopped walking entirely, turned to Ryan, hawked up spit with a grinding sound in his throat, and spat down onto Ryan's hard-on. His aim was impressive, a glob of white spit landing on Ryan's shaft just before the cockhead. Then Cub continued to stroke over Ryan's dick, the spit making the now hard cock slippery under his fingers. He met Ryan's eyes in a 'duh' look. He stroked Ryan for a seconds, just running his hand up and down Ryan's 'offensive' hard-on before smiling and suddenly starting to walk again, once more tugging Ryan by his crotch to indicate he should move. "Come on boy," was the on the only acknowledgement of the moment he gave.

Cub had expected Ryan to wistfully decline or maybe show interest but treat his offer like some kind of fantasy...but the way he readily accepted it...that made Cub's cock twitch and start to harden. Imagining this hot boy in his apartment, naked 24/7. That was a wild dream Cub hadn't expected anyone to actually agree to. "You're serious?" he asked, just to check, "I-I mean, obviously, no clothes inside for you. I'd want your body on display all the time. The real question is how much do you wanna be Ryan, and how much do you wanna be plaything?" He looked down at his hand, still gently stroking Ryan's cock. He hadn't objected at all to Cub taking control of him. Was that something he'd want to live with?

As if the world was perfectly aligned, as he spoke those words, the two boys broke through the line of trees into a big roll meadow. Cub's face split into a wild smile. "Here we are," he announced, finally letting go of Ryan's cock, leaving him with a free-swinging hard-on shiny with cub's saliva. Cub slung his gym bag off his shoulders, giving Ryan an excellent view of his ass while he bent down, opening the mouth and rummaging through it for the 'surprise' he said was coming. He was going to wait until after their snack, but all the talk of playing and being naked made him want to introduce them now...

"Shit dude" he groaned as they walked again, "That was...." he was lost for words. It had gone from being led along the path by his dick to Cub actively jerking him off using his spit as lube, "...wow". The full upwards curve of his dick was on full display now and there seemed to be no chance of him going softer again now he could feel his friends slick spit sill coating him.

Ryan glanced sideways at the other and looked down to notice that Cub too seemed to be getting harder down there. Though he wasn't sure if it was a result of Ryan being hard, generally walking around naked, or the conversation about moving in together. "Sure I'm serious, you know me, always down to try anything and I love hanging out with you, so why not get to do it all the time" he shrugged with a grin and then listened to the rules. The concept of having his body on display for Cub all the time was just adding to his arousal. "Sounds fair, and honestly, being a plaything for you sounds like an adventure that I shouldn't pass up" he grinned, winking playfully at Cub and shrugging his shoulders.

There was a sigh from Ryan's mouth as his cock was released and he looked around the peaceful meadow, his hard length bouncing around and swinging in the sun. "This place is so beautiful, how do you find all these spots dude" he asked, stretching his limbs after the walk and then turning back to his friend to be greeted with the insanely arousing view of his petite bum bending over. If Ryan wasn't fully hard before, he certainly was now as he looked at that. "Dayum...I forgot how good your ass looks from this angle" he teased, licking his lips as he waited for Cub to finish rummaging in his backpack.