Page 44 of Ours
“Hold on, boy. We aren’t done yet,” Derek said as he once again rummaged through his bag, this time pulling out a small chain.
“Oh, you wanted to do that now?” Nic took a swig of his drink before sitting up.
“Figured we might as well,” Derek answered, holding one end of the chain in each hand. “Just replacing one lock with another.”
Cory watched Derek curiously.
“It’s been about three months now since we stepped in and took charge of your training,” Derek started to explain. “And aside from a few hiccups, you’ve handled things pretty well. So, I think you earned this: we got you a collar, boy.”
“Another one of his ideas,” Nic indicated. “But I have to admit, it’s kinda hot knowing you’re walking around marked as being owned.”
Cory was at a loss for words.A collar? Wow.That is… That is great. Right?He knew about collars, knew they were a big deal, something that symbolized ownership. And Nic was right. They were also pretty hot. His dick sure seemed to think so. But something also feltoff, looking at the chain Derek held in his hands.
“I… Thank you, sirs.” He didn’t know what else to say.
Cory stood still as Derek leaned forward to wrap the chain around the back of his neck. Cory could feel the hot breath on his chest. Once the chain was in place, he held the two ends together, attaching a small padlock which he snapped shut.
“There we go.” Derek leaned back to admire his work. “It’s small enough that you should be able to tuck it into your shirt. Just like with the cage, we both have a key, so if there’s an emergency, either of us can take it off.”
Cory reached up to feel the chain and lock. It was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Kind of a reminder of what he was. He smiled. Whatever other weird feelings he was having, hewashappy about this. And again, his dick sure wasn’t arguing.
“Hey, D, I think he likes it.” For someone so grossed out by dicks, Nic sure seemed to notice his a lot.
“Good.” Derek smiled at Cory. “On your knees, boy. Let’s make sure you know who owns your ass.”
Cory’s dick twitched as he complied with the order, lowering himself to the floor. Rather than stay seated on the couch, Derek stood up, his cock already forming a tent as it began to inflate. Following his cue, Nic stood as well, and Cory was soon face to face with both of their crotches.
“Take ’em out, boy” came the next order, which Cory followed first with Derek, then Nic, reaching in and tucking the waistband of their shorts under their balls. Without prompting, he began to stroke them to full hardness.
Derek took the lead, pulling Cory’s face toward his cock, who automatically opened his mouth to take him in. Bobbing up and down on a little more than half, Cory used his hand to stroke the remaining uncovered inches of flesh. As he moved his head back and forth, he felt the lock on his collar swaying, tapping him against the chest with a steady beat. That was new.
A sudden tug on that same collar caught him off guard at first, but he complied with the wordless order, moving his mouthfrom Derek to Nic. Holding onto Nic’s cock firmly, he watched as a bead of precum grew on the head. He leaned forward and made a show of cleaning it off, moaning as he then smoothly swallowed the length of Nic’s cock nearly to the hilt.
“Fuck…” Nic cursed under his breath as his hand suddenly moved to the back of Cory’s head, holding him down as well as helping to get the last inch or so into his mouth.
Pulling back, Cory once again used his hand to help stroke the dick occupying his mouth, slick with his spit. Cory hummed to himself as he began to pump his mouth up and down, the collar’s lock continuing to tap against his chest. Rather than spending too much time focusing on one of them, Cory made sure to switch off every few strokes. In the months since he had sucked his first cock, he was starting to think he might actually be a little skilled with his mouth.
That sentiment seemed to be shared between Derek and Nic, who were having no problems finding their rhythm as they traded off utilizing Cory’s mouth and throat. The room was starting to feel hot, and both boys broke into a light sweat. The two of them were standing side-by-side, nearly touching, to make it easier for Cory to trade off without having to move much. Each boy could barely hear the sounds of his own breath over the slurping noises occasionally escaping from Cory’s mouth.
For his part, Cory was also sweating, though he wasn’t paying attention enough to that to notice. It was warm, but all that meant to him was an increase in the musky scent that was currently fogging his head. The way they smelled, the way they tasted… Cory’s own cock was jutting straight out, rock hard and steadily leaking from the tip. He groaned low as he continued to throat their dicks.
After wiping his forehead, Derek withdrew to rummage through his bag again, leaving Cory to focus on Nic for a fewminutes. When he returned, he didn’t rejoin Nic in using Cory’s mouth, but instead kneeled down behind him. Thesnapof the cap on the bottle of lube confirmed to Cory what was coming next, so he was prepared when the cold lube-covered finger poked at his hole. Instinctively, he arched his back to allow Derek to find his entrance more easily.
Cory moaned as he felt the finger breach him, pausing briefly as his hole adjusted. Nic picked up the slack, continuing to feed his cock to Cory, the rumbling around him from Cory’s moaning drawing out his own. He watched as his cock was pumped in and out of Cory’s mouth, his lips growing puffy and red as they scraped along the sides.
A second finger soon joined the first, and Cory planted his hands on the ground in front of him, allowing both boys to manipulate him as needed. His own dick remained rock hard, a trickle of precum trailing all the way to the floor. He hadn’t so much as touched himself since the cage came off, and he was starting to realize that he wasn’t all that bothered when it was locked up. His body didn’t seem to mind.
Cory’s hole twitched as the fingers were pulled from his ass, and he let out a small whine of displeasure, still hungry to be filled. A gentle tug on his collar and him opening his eyes—Nic was pulling him to his feet, Derek already having moved over to the bed, slicking lube up and down his cock. As Cory approached the bed, his arm was grabbed and he was pushed onto the mattress, with Derek right behind to arrange him to his liking.
Face down on the bed, Cory’s hips were grabbed and pulled back, raising his ass to the same level as Derek’s crotch. He made to get up on his hands as well, but the hand on his back told him to stay where he was. Instead, Cory grabbed onto one of the pillows above his head, pulling it to his chest. He had a feeling he was going to be in for a rough ride.
Soon, he felt a familiartaptaptapagainst his ass as Derek lightly smacked his cock against Cory’s hole. Taking a deep breath and burying his face in the pillow, Cory felt his hole stretch as Derek entered him. He moaned as his prostate was scraped over, the pillow muffling most of it. Derek didn’t stop pushing until he was all the way inside and his pubic hair was scratching against Cory’s ass, giving the lightly furry cheeks a couple of spanks for good measure.
Derek barely gave Cory any time to adjust before he pulled his cock back a few inches, then pushed it back in. The pace increased quickly as Derek held a tight grip on Cory’s hips, only leaving to give the occasionalspankto his ass. Before long, he was pounding his dick into Cory, using his tight grip to pull Cory’s ass back every time he slammed forward.
Still moaning into the pillow, Cory turned his face to the side for some much-needed air. His cock was still hard, and now steadily smacking up into his belly as Derek drilled into his ass. He could feel the precum splatter every time his cockhead hit his belly. If he was on his back, he was sure there’d be a puddle forming on his stomach.
Opening his eyes, Cory saw Nic standing next to the bed, eyes glued to the action going on behind him. Stroking his already lubed cock, he was clearly waiting for his turn. Cory whimpered at the thought of being used like this, without a care for how he felt. A particularly strong and well angled thrust had him suddenly burying his face again, once more muffling the high-pitched whine he couldn’t help making.
