The Alpha Academy - Chapter 2 (part 1/3) (Patreon)

Previously:

Chapter 1 - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

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Shit! I’m gonna be late to practice, I thought to myself. I was rushing down the college hallway, without seeing the end of it. While making my way, I suddenly crossed eyes with a boy I’d never seen before – cute and twinky; the horniness instantly kicked in. His sweet puppy eyes were staring back. 

All sense or where I’d been heading was instantly lost; I had a whole new idea now. I walked right up to him, and he let me grab and turned him around with no resistance. I felt a strange tingling sensation between my legs.

However crowded the hallway was, no one seemed to mind us. I bent the boy straight over, and pulled his pants down along with his underwear in one move. Under it I found a round, perfectly smooth ass, with a tiny pink hole glistening with the slightest bit of sweat. Fuuuck... I dug right in tongue first. His moans were letting me know I could do whatever I wanted with him. The strange sensation between my legs kept pulling at my attention, slightly annoyingly.

I sucked a finger wet and pressed it against his perfect hole, until the tip disappeared inside. No resistance at all. I pushed in a second finger, and gave it a little shake, letting that boy pussy know it was time to open up. All thoughts faded except the urge to pound that hole, right here in the middle of the crowded hallway. 

He suddenly arched his back and moaned even harder. A surge of horniness ran through my entire body and I couldn’t help it anymore – it was time to push my cock straight to the bottom of that boy hole.

I was already naked. My hand went down to guide my cock and…  I couldn’t find it! My eyes went down and to my horror my cock was nowhere to be seen! Holy shit !! Where was it? What the flying fuck? The boy looked at me and said:

- You thought you could fuck me? You don’t even have a cock, dumbass. Looks like you gotta better learn your place.

Everyone was suddenly looking at me, and the twink was gone. All the boys seemed… tall, and beefy. I was feeling so small and vulnerable next to them. The strange tension at my crotch became overwhelming...

And I woke up. Thank goodness… it had all only been a dream. But the discomfort on my crotch was still there. Something was wrong with my cock. I lifted the bed sheets and looked under. Holy fuck!! I was wearing a fucking chastity cage. The device was completely white and covered my dick entirely. It looked like it was made of a single piece – there was no way to tell how it had came on. There was a small hole on top of it at the base, and another one at the tip. My morning wood was trying hard to push through –  hence the discomfort. 

I panicked. My brain was desperately searching for a way out, but as the realization grew on me that there was likely nothing I could do, I eventually had no choice but to calm down.

We didn’t know much specifics about life after the Academy, but it was well known that pussyboys are not able to remove a cage themselves.

I took a deep breath, still in the process of waking up and coming to my senses. The strain on my cock was building down as it slowly gave up the fight and became soft again. The cage became increasingly (and surprisingly) comfortable.

A chill ran down my spine as the events of the previous day rushed back to me. I remembered coming to the academy, entering room #6. This boy… Trent? No, Trevor. Shit, that guy had dominated me. Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!!! I should have been hating him, but somehow… I didn’t. I remembered we had shook hands, and I felt somewhat… ashamed of that memory. I hadn’t stood up to it, and he had rightfully owned me. And it had felt… so fucking good. The way his shaft pulsed against my hole as he pumped his load into my guts… Fuck, I was straining in that cage again. To my shock, I noticed I’d been unconsciously reaching for my hole, curious to find out if I was still wearing his load…

What had happened next in that room though was kind of blurry. Trevor had disappeared, and there were other men around. I couldn’t visualize any of their faces. I remembered looking upwards at them.

- Congratulations, Kenneth, you’ve tried your best. But in the end your true nature as a pussyboy you was revealed. This is not a failure my boy, you should be proud of yourself. Are you proud my boy?

- I, huh, I don’t know..

- Don’t you wanna be a good boy, Kenneth?

- I.. I think..

- No need to “think” boy, just say it. Repeat after me “Yes Sir, I wanna be a good boy”

I’d never been given orders like that. What if… I just gave in? It suddenly seemed so easy and natural. Too hard to fight…

- I wanna be a good boy.

- “Yes SIR”

- Yes, Sir.

- Good boy, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

I couldn’t tell what exactly happened next. Something about me getting a “gift”, and having to beg for it. A cold feeling on my cock and… fuck, that must have been when they put that cage on me. The memory feels strangely good though. 

The next thing I knew there I was in that unknown bed. I took a first look around at the strange room.

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