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The summer theme party had been thrown by a very wealthy frat boy. Very, very wealthy. The resort which had already been set up with an ancient times set of themes had been redressed to make those themes decidedly gayer. Kai had settled in an area themed as an ancient Greek bath house. The pool was fairly shallow but warm and suitable for naked young men like himself to swim around it, waiting for rich patrons to decide they wanted to indulge in a slave boy. It was all an act on all sides of course. The night before he'd played a sultan with a few delectable harem boys in another section of the resort.

Felix hung limply, his arms bound to restraints connected to the collar around his neck and a wide strip of leather hung from chains supporting his chest. His nine inch cock was caged to a mere nub. Cum covered his face from the last jock that fucked his throat and cum all over him. More cum dripped from his well fucked hole. He'd been bought for the weekend by the celebrating team. This was just the first night. At some point, a lucky handful of the jocks would pick their choice from Felix and his fellow whores and have an anything goes (within reason) fuck toy for the weekend. Soon probably....any one of the next men to fuck him could be it.

Sky groaned softly and breathed heavily. He didn't have the energy anymore to try and wiggle out of the restraints. His own cum painted his cock, balls, and abs. More cum, not his own dribbled from his well abused hole around the recently replaced plug that was sealing most of it in. The last of the frat boys high fived and left him alone on the bench in the dimly lit room. Because that group were clearly sadists, the toy buzzed in his ass, pushing him slowly towards a fifth orgasm. The line between technically a volunteer and kidnapped sex toy were starting to blur in his mind.

Briac looked at the boy kneeling just inside his front door when he returned home from killing a drug boss that had gotten a little too naughty for the comfort of concerned parties. A typical college boy with a firm/fit body. Well, typical save for the collar around his neck proclaiming him property of Briac. It was a paid arrangement. Tuition and an allowance for utter servitude. The boy had even thought himself straight before Briac had reeducated him. And here he was kneeling in a jock with far less pride than he'd started. And not in the pose Briac wanted in him. To be fair, there were a few different ones and Briac never warned which he wanted. He just kicked the slut in the balls and walked past. "It was a long flight. I need a shower and a piss."

Cam made no effort to hide his perusal as he looked up and down the body of the man who'd just entered the dimly lit locker room. His gaze settled on the hard cock jutting out from the man's groin. He licked his lips and gave the man a flirty smirk. "Well, someone has plans that don't involve getting clean."

Sky on the other hand was apparently the guy's type exactly because ever since, the man had been everywhere. Including tonight at the coffee shop just outside the casino where Sky had just cashed in at the poker tables. Sky was sipping on whip cream filled cocoa, enjoying the soft holiday music playing when the man entered. Sky sighed, at least the ponytail was gone.

Harper wasn't sure what was freakier, the little uniforms his employer/master came up with for him to wear around the man's massive estate or when he was made to be naked for days or even weeks on end. The pay was astronomical and the sex incredible on those occasions when the man indulged, when the vampire needed to feed on him, but 6 months in, Harper still wasn't used to the whole deal. Especially in moments like this where he was working out in the home gym, naked as the day he was born, junk swinging in the wind, and the man was just watching him. Again. Just watching. Maybe the man would want something, maybe he'd just watch. Impossible to say. Harper hadn't figured out any rhythm to the man's moods.

Coming home to a full weekend booking could have an welcome cleanser, but this one....ugh. After graduation, he'd given the guy a pity fuck for the price of a pizza and it'd been so terrible that he wouldn't even let the man hire him when they'd ended up in the same city months later. Honestly if he'd known the guy as going to come back years later, he'd have told his madam he was unavailable.

Still, he stood in the big bay window, having let himself in as instructed, ass peaking out of his briefs like he knew the man liked. He was a professional after all. And who knows, maybe the ass had learned something in the intervening years.

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