By GratDelay
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are above the age of consent, but that kinda goes out the window since they engage in non-consensual behavior. The fact that it turns out all right for our fictional protagonists’ relationship doesn’t make it OK IRL. Always keep it safe, sane, and consensual. Even if that means you have to learn how to communicate better. Some details I left vague intentionally, so you fill them in however will make you more horny. This story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.
Prologue
Aaron was a little surprised when Toben sat down across from him in the Dining Hall.
When did he start feeling surprised to see Toben at his table? Back in High School, and even before, they had been inseparable. But since they came here to Academy, Toben had just… faded away. Was it because Toben was a starter on the team now? Aaron didn’t see why that should matter, but apparently Toben’s new friends did.
But now here he was, eating Aaron’s fries like he used to, talking about classes, and whether Aaron could score him one of those new helmets. The urge to please him was strong, but cynicism bubbled to the surface.
“Is that why you’re here?”
Toben looked startled. “What?”
“Are you talking to me now because you want a new helmet?”
He actually looked hurt, then angry. “You think coach wouldn’t tell you to give me a new fucking helmet if I asked him for one? I don’t need favors from you.”
“Fetch! Good boy!” Brett watched as Mascot chased after the leather-coated stick he’d thrown across the gym. The German Shepherd styled leather pup’s powerful and graceful movements were hypnotically natural and easy-looking. It still took Brett’s breath away. Like it had every day for the past several weeks. Brett had been true to his word. Every day after work, he stopped by the leather store and warehouse near the waterfront to visit Mascot. He’d walk in, greet the staff, then scan the security card he’d been given to access the pup training facility.
Time has lost meaning for me. I have no idea what time of day it is, or even what day it is. I know I haven’t been here longer than a week, but I have no idea how much time has passed. Master has kept me in the dark this whole time. Most of what I am aware of is darkness, stillness, and what some people consider quietness. In my time spent here isolated, I realize nothing is ever quiet. I can hear my heart beat, the slight noises of Master’s house settling. Occasionally, I hear the AC system turn on and off. Most of the time it’s boring, but this is what I begged for.
Seth did as he was told. He liked doing what he was told, even though his cock didn’t seem to need any help getting or staying hard. The ED cocktail was chalky with a faint taste of cherry. Seth wondered how long it would take before he felt anything. He didn’t have to wait long. Before the 3 minutes were up, he felt as though his cock was being forced to get even harder. He had never felt anything like this. He had lost all control over his cock. He liked having no control. He proceeded to B-3 and had to walk outside in the hall from B-2 to get there. His clothes had already been put in locker. Creighton told him he wouldn’t seem them again until the assignment was over. Thus, he had to walk through the hall from B-2 to B-3 nude and extra hard. Seth actually looked forward to this.