BDSM Library - Story: Cody, Chapter: Part 6 The Brick Shithouse

Cody 6 - The Brick Shithouse

by Emile

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Well call me careless, but I'd dropped Cody off miles from his frat house. This end of campus was given over to sports fields and clinker brick dorms for the less favoured students. As Cody began jogging over the crisp dewy grass, his pork sausage swinging in the loose mesh suit, he had no idea what lay in store for him in this neck of the woods. He found out soon enough. As he reached the far end of the second oval, beaded sweat glistening on his body, the urge to piss which had been welling in his thickening stalk became irresistible. Cutting off track, he made for the squat amenities block, flickering fluoros beckoning. He dashed in blithely, running in to the back of a tall black dude standing in his path. It took him a second to realise the guy had his sweats around his ankles and was beating his dick in leisurely stokes, making the ebony knob pulse visibly every time he caressed his long fingers over the slick head. Another second, frozen, to hear the groan of the guy being brutally fucked on the concrete floor, and for his eyes to acclimatise to the dim interior, and make out the shape of white arse being skewered by black dick in slow, deliberate thrusts. Whether or not the white guy had come looking for action, he was up for more than he bargained for now, and danger flashed in Cody's mind.

They were faster. In the time it took for Cody to stumble back and turn around, the standing guy reached toward him, easily wrapping his arm around Cody's neck and jerking him back again. His other arm never left off stroking his pulsing boner. He flexed his bicep, the solid peak of muscle choking off Cody's windpipe before he could shout out, making him drop the poster. He held him there, barely able to breathe, and pulled him close, so Cody's back was hard up against his chest, and Cody's legs straddled his thigh. This way, he could still give his slick cock, now against Cody's waist, a few stokes, while running his free hand over Cody's exposed body in between. Ordinarily, Cody might have been a match for him, or at least the two built guys would have tousled first, but choked of air, Cody was helpless. It only took him a few moments to get the measure of Cody's physique in the dark, leaving a trail of dickslime from Cody's pecs to his crotch, enough time for him to decide what he wanted to do. With his partner still slamming in to the guy on the ground, he pushed Cody against the wall, grinding his head against the tiles so he was pinned between the wall and the black guy's rippled body.

Releasing Cody's neck, he peeled of Cody's shoulder straps as he gulped for breath, stripping the wrestling suit off him in one clean motion. Cody put his arms out to the wall, trying to brace against the weight that was bearing down on him, but even with his shoulders straining, he could barely lift his chest off the cold tiles. The guy was incredibly strong, and now he was pushing back, he found he was completely defenseless, unable even to stop bracing for fear of slamming into the wall, crushing his lungs against the porcelain. He could feel the guys breathing against his knotted back, slow and deep like a racehorse, like his actions. Then, he felt the guy's massive hands exploring him again, this time flesh against naked flesh, probing. While one hand began kneading his tight arse, the thumb worming closer to his precious hole, the other explored his muscular front, roving over his chest, across his abs, tracing the thin sliver of hair from his belly down to the flanged base of his pierced and threaded cock. He concentrated on that small patch of fur, squeezing his own dick until a gob of precum oozed out, and smearing it over Cody's trim bush until the hair was coated with prickslop. Cody groaned, part fear, part stimulation, adding to the thick air of grunts and squelching. Any protest was futile, so none came. To nail home the point, though, the dude squeezed another thick dollop of juice from his bloated glans, tracing the dickdrool around Cody's goatee, ringing his mouth with slop. The smell was intense and even with his lips squeezed shut, the batter still seeped in, making his muffled groans throaty and wet.

Yet despite the humiliation of being pinned against a wall, stark naked with a stranger mauling your body, and being coated with his thick juice, Cody's own overstimulated dong, long overdue for release, started burping its own clear sap, a pale imitation of the black dude's milky precum but still enough to coat his stalk and balls, and drip off the ballbag piercing. When the dude found this out he purred in Cody's ear, squeezing his fat balls and rolling them around until Cody bucked with pain. It egged him on, and his kneeding hand now parted his arse, fingers prying at his moist hole. He had no doubt he'd be raped, like the guy on the ground before him, but the slow, controlled method of his rapist, the silent heat of the toilet block and his own stubbornly hard cock, all made him feel a hundred times worse than I had ever achieved, like he was an active participant in his own humiliation.

The dude was an expert, playing Cody's body like a fiddle. As he began working three fingers up Cody's arse, he slid two fingers in Cody's mouth, matching the fingerfuck and facefuck perfectly. Cody's tongue was coated in the dude's cockslick as the guy slid his index finger over the surface, scraping against his tongue piercing. As he worked up to the second knuckle, he left Cody's mouth, tracing from his drooling lips down to his pouty pierced nipple, and then down to his throbbing dick. His searching fingers caught every piercing, finally resting on the barbell at the base of his stalk, that tethered the head in its now painful curve. Just by wiggling his fingers, he sent waves of tortured pleasure through Cody's body, making his dick jerk and his hole squeeze around the fingers. Finally, after tuning Cody's body to his pleasure, he gave his own meaty cock one last squeeze and shuffled them around so the head pressed against Cody's sphincter.

The groans on the floor intensified, as the unseen fucker approach his climax, when Cody's own captor became his fucker, piercing him with a steady, unrelenting drive forward. Cody gasped from the shooting pain as the blunt tool drove into his arse. Only just recovered from the sidesplitting fuck Horace had inflicted, it was now stretched wide as the black dude grabbed his haunches and began slow full body strokes, each a battering thrust from the tip of his cock to the slap of his balls. The other guys climaxed in unison, and as his rapist gained speed, they flipped around, filling the air with sloppy slurps as the white guy cleaned off the other. They got up and the black dude stood beside his friend, giving an embarassing audience to Cody's rape. The other guy seemed to enjoy standing there, and scooped up Cody's wrestling suit, calling over to his partner, who was struggling back into his gear. "Jo bitch, you on tha wrestlin' team, you know this cunt?" A few seconds later and his face came in to view. To Cody's horror, he recognised the wrestler from the college gym. While he'd figured the guy was gay before, his dirty secret of getting black cock was nothing in comparison to learning Cody's own. Cody was a frat boy, apparently straight and popular too, yet here he was dressed in fantasy gear getting royally fucked up the arse. The guy grinned as his partner passed Cody's wrestling suit to him. "I couldn't wear this, I'd look like a complete slut" the wrestler commented, leering at Cody for having been that slut. Still, he took the suit, clearly wanting it for more private use.

At the prospect of being naked, Cody managed to splutter out "Uh, no, I need clothes" - all the more embarassing spoken between thrusts, and the first words of protest he'd attempted. The kid grinned, and fished around in his gym bag, dropping something on the floor. "There you go, and you can come round to get your suit back whenever you want!" Cody didn't see much more, because his fucker was close to climax now, and slammed his head against the tiles, fucking brutally until Cody jerked up on the wall, impaled on his thrusting dork. Liberally basted by his oozing prefuck, he slammed in balls deep one last time, flooding Cody's chute with thick slugs of cum. And then, after a few heaving breaths, he pulled out, letting Cody slide to the floor.

As Cody lay there, ploughed and exposed, he heard the guy pull his pants up and close the zip, ready to go. His friend ribbed him, telling him to clean off first, and for the first time he heard his rapist's booming voice. "I's saving it for next time", and his throaty laugh as he squeezed his cheesy cock, coating his pants with slime. Before they left, he leaned down, his breath on Cody's cheek. "Name's Leroy, boy. You best be remembering it, cause next time will be you. I start shift at 6am, I 'xpect you to come too. Don't think I can't find you ... frat boy ... so you'd best be finding me." They started walking out, joking to each other, and Cody weakly called out "Where?" The muscular black dude glanced back, grinning. "Why here, bitch, I'm the janitor!"

As their voices faded into the night, Cody sat slumped against the wall, Leroy's load oozing out of his well fucked hole. His own cock was still achingly hard, betraying his complicity in his own rape. As he struggled with his predicament, his gaze fell to the only item of clothing he'd been given. The small, cropped hot pink t-shirt of the campus queer soc. How would he hide his stiff pierced dick and leaky arse now?