Page 21 of Double XL Mountain Men
His cock throbs and ejaculates, filling our girl’s asshole full of cream as I, too, let go. My abs tighten as my come shoot pulses,and then Cindy’s getting a mouthful of hot jism as she chokes and sputters a bit, her body absorbing sperm from two different sources simultaneously. Our howls and shrieks pierce the air, but suddenly, I’m aware of a ray of light on our bodies and to my fury, I realize that there are two figures standing in the doorway watching us.
“What the fuck?” I roar, still pulsing down Cindy’s throat as she struggles to swallow my semen. The cream overflows from the corner of her mouth, a white trail leaking down her chin as I push her face forwards on my shaft. Meanwhile, my brother continues to shout and ejaculate into her asshole, our girl’s big breasts bouncing as he finds his climax in the sordidness of filthy anal sex.
“Fuck!” Brent roars. “Oh shit!”
But the two people in the doorway are now screaming as well.
“Do you have that girl chained up?” a stout woman shrieks. “Oh my god, is she getting enough air?”
“Holy shit,” Coach Mason rasps, his eyes practically popping from his sockets. “I knew football players were fucked up, but I had no idea things could getthisfucked up.”
It’s then that I know we’re in trouble because the scene is rancid to the max. A girl wearing a leash and collar is chained to our bed, marked with our initials on her butt cheeks. Not only that, but she’s simultaneously being fucked in the ass and face by two huge, dominant alpha males. I think the only question is ... are we going to be expelled, or is something even worse coming down the pike?
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Cindy
“No, they’re my boyfriends!” I protest to the stout woman. “I know what you saw was obscene, but Iwantedto be with Brent and Brandon like that.”
Susan Carroll, the Associate Dean of Inclusion and Belonging at Western University, shakes her head, her square figure trembling with outrage mixed with horror.
“No, Cindy, youdon’tknow,” she says in a firm tone. “Brent and Brandon Coleman are masterminds. They’re manipulating you so that youthinkyou want it, but you don’t.Nowoman should be put in such a subservient position, and there was a massive power imbalance present. They had no right to do that to you.”
“No, but Iwantedit!” I protest again, my cheeks reddening. “I know what it looks like, but there was no coercion on their part?—”
Susan Carroll interrupts, her round face flushed.
“I saw you in a leash and collar, young woman. I saw that you were choking and helpless?—”
“But they were plastic chain links,” I emphasize. “They were pink, didn’t you see? They’re breakaway chains which means that even the slightest tug will make the plastic come apart. It’s not what you think!”
Susan stares at me, her blue eyes watery.
“I know what I saw, and what I saw is a young girl ruthlessly being taken advantage of,” she states in a low tone. “I understand that you can’t process this because you’re young, and your frontal cortex isn’t fully developed yet. It can be difficult for young women to discern right from wrong in situations like these, but I assure you, Cindy, that what I saw was one hundred percent absolutely vile. Again, you were chained and leashed, and those men were violating your body as well as your mind. Not only that, but you had their initials branded on your haunches like an animal! How could they treat a woman like that?”
“But it wasn’t a brand!” I say, near hysterics now. “It’s just permanent magic marker. The letters are almost gone already and it’s not what you think! I swear it!”
But Susan Carroll is rigid in her mindset. A lot of university staff are so liberal these days that they’re caught in their own straitjackets, and Dean Carroll is no exception. She thinks she knows what she saw because she doesn’t have the aptitude nor flexibility to entertain different possibilities. Hell, I’d be surprised if she gets any action in her private life, which is part of the reason why we’re caught in this bind now.
After all, my understanding is that Coach Mason and Dean Carroll stopped by the suite to discuss something about the draft with Brent and Brandon. I’m not even sure why the Dean of Inclusion and Belonging was there, but allegedly the front door was unlocked and they pushed it open. Then, they heard screaming and roaring from one of the bedrooms, and alarmed, they rushed to investigate.
Imagine their surprise when they saw a young woman chained and leashed, while being fucked up the ass. Not only that, but I happened to be choking at that particular moment as saliva ran off my chin in hot, gooey strings.
Now, the worst has happened. I think if it had been Coach Mason on his own, the incident would have been swept under the rug because let’s face it: Coach knows Brandon and Brent, and he knows that my two lovers would never demean me, or at least not in any serious way. But Susan Carroll? She’s so militant and holier-than-thou, and she takes herself so seriously, that now Brandon and Brent are in a boatload of trouble. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but slowly, I get up, trembling with fear and rage as the Dean looks at me with reproachful eyes.
“Do you need to go to the student health clinic?” she asks with a pointed glance. “Sometimes, men like this have diseases. You can never be sure.”
“Brandon and Brent donothave diseases!” I huff, offended by her comment. “You don’t know them!”
“But I know a lot of boys just like them,” Dean Carroll retorts. “Trust me, I’ve been in this job since 2018, and I’ve seen a lot of unexpected STIs among victims.”
That does it. I amnota victim and I can’t underline that enough times so that she understands. Furious, I grab my backpack and storm out of her office without a second glance. Tears prick my eyes and it’s hard to breathe because what in the world is going on? With trembling fingers, I unlock my bike and pedal furiously to my dorm. This has been such an awful day, and I can’t believe that my naughty sexual escapade transformed intothis.
Still distraught, I lock my bike and stalk to my dorm before going up three floors. I want to see Brandon and Brent so badly, but my lovers are being questioned by some school administrators right now, and likely will be occupied for the rest of the day. With one last angry swipe at my tears, I reach for my keys to unlock the door, but it swings open silently and Kiki stands there with wide eyes.
“Hi Ki,” I say, trying to sound normal. “Long time no see.”
She smiles but her eyes are sending me an urgent message.
