SHAWN AND HIS ROOMMATE CHAPTER 6 Shawn woke the next mornin..

SHAWN AND HIS ROOMMATE CHAPTER 6 Shawn woke the next morning in his bed with Austin’s huge right arm draped over his torso and the quarterback’s blonde head on his broad right shoulder. The muscular running back’s head was pounding and his entire body ached. He didn’t remember how many times he was fucked last night but it felt a like a hundred times. Shawn could feel the dry cum crusting on his smooth 8 pack and in his ruined hole. He put his hand on Austin’s thick, smooth forearm as he tried to pull out from under the jock’s arm. Shawn however oddly felt his friend’s embrace comforting. He found himself gently stroking the strong powerful arm, tracing the thick veins and large muscles up the beefy forearm. Austin looked so peaceful sleeping with his head resting on Shawn’s shoulder. When the tall quarterback then grunted and slowly woke, Shawn pulled his hand away. “Fuck what have they done to us last night,” Austin rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes with his large fist as his vision adjusted to his friend and teammate. “They Fucked us,” Shawn pulled his sculpted aching body out of the bed. It was then Shawn reached down and rubbed his cock. “What the fuck,” he yelled. Shawn’s impressed cock was locked up in a steel cock cage. He looked at Austin, who was looking back at him in horror. Austin then threw the sheets over him aside and discovered a similar device on his cock. “He can’t do this to us,” Tears started to run from big, alpha Austin’s eyes. Sounding defeated, Shawn answered back, “he can do whatever he wants to us.” They both then heard buzzing. Austin turned to the night stand and found his cellphone. The screen was lit up with angry text messages from Beth, his girlfriend. “YOU FUCK FAGGOT! “YOU SICK PERVERT” “STAY AWAY FROM ME OR EVERYONE IS GOING TO SEE THOSE PICS” Austin was confused and began to panically scroll back to find attachments that were sent to Beth from his phone. “Oh fuck,” he turned pale white as he turned to Shawn. “What,” Shawn grabbed the phone. On the phone’s screen were pictures and videos of the two football players making out. It was undeniably them as the pictures showed them looking into the camera. There were also pictures of them sixty-nining each other, of them eating and rimming each other ass, and even a video of Shawn fucking Austin up the ass. There were even more, of them both on their knees before Coach Janicki, both were sucking Coach’s cock. “Man, if those get out, we are ruined! I have a good shot at the NFL draft this year, first round, man,” Austin was crying. The two football players didn’t bother putting on clothes as they ran out of the bedroom to confront Wilbur. They found the three nerds at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Under the table was big coach Janicki, butt naked on his hands and knees sucking on Wilbur’s huge cock. The two jocks froze in shock at seeing their coach with his muscular body squeezed under the table. Les was sitting across from Wilbur at the table, with a foot half way up the coach's ass. His foot was moving in and out of the muscular coach, fucking Janicki with it. Wilbur smirked, “what up babes.” Austin shook the image of his coach from his head, “this is what up.” Austin threw his phone on the table in front of Wilbur. “Oh, that,” Wilbur laughed. “Don’t worry, Kramer had already hacked her phone and deleted the attachments. She won’t have any evidence to back up her wild accusations. I just need you two to break up. Anyway, Beth, Betty, whatever, won’t talk. She doesn’t want her conservative politician daddy to find out that his daughter is a slut who slept with half the football team including your friend Shawn there.” Austin turned briefly in anger toward Shawn and back at the nerd. “We also sent her attachments of her twin brother Chad. You know that wrestler is a damn good gogo boy. Beth wouldn’t want everyone to find out that her macho brother likes being a whore for rich old cocks. If she talks, the video of him giving lap dances to men goes public.” Les and Kramer giggle. “You are fucking sick,” Austin screamed. “Get this damn thing off my dick and then I’m out of here,” he grabbed Wilbur by the collar, lifting the skinny nerd off the chair. “Ugh, aww,” Austin then moaned and dropped Wilbur. Shawn watched in fear as Austin doubled over with his huge muscles twitching and spasming. Austin’s cock began to get hard, pressing against the steel cage. It was like he was experiencing both pleasure and pain at the same time. “Fffuck, stop, whatever you doing, stop,” Austin was on his knees begging. Wilbur turned to Kramer and smiled. The Indian boy was holding his cellphone and was pressing on the screen. Suddenly Austin’s moans stopped. He remained on the floor trying to catch his breath. Wilbur laughed, “last night, after you two passed out in each other’s arms, we inserted a microchip prostate massager up your asses. With just pressing the app on our phones we can give you the best orgasm of your life. However, with the cockcages over your weiners it can be quite discomforting when you get hard.” All along, Coach Janicki remained under the table continuing to nurse on Wilbur’s cock. His own useless cock was locked up just like his two star athletes’. However, despite the hard headed younger jocks, Eric knew there was no choice in fighting, His resistance, his desire to fight, was fucked out of him. Wilbur had a lot of connections at the university. Dr. Harris wasn’t the only Professor and Dean that was a client of the skinny nerd. Janicki’s bosses, the athletic director and even the school president, were both gay men that loved using jocks like Eric, Shawn, and Austin. When the scandal broke with his wife taking their kids and leaving him, Eric was called to President Jenkins' office with the Athletic Director to explain his actions. He was shocked to find Wilbur sitting comfortably in a leather high back chair in the President’s office. Athletic Director Vance explained to Janicki that he was being accused by his wife of inappropriate relations with a male student. Janicki’s career was on the line. The Coach tried to explain that Wilbur had drugged and seduced him, while Wilbur just sits there smiling. Despite how hard he tried not to, and how much he despised the nerd, Coach Janicki found himself getting a hardon every time he looked at Wilbur. The Coach was angry and upset at both the nerd and at himself. “Now, now, relax. You are a great asset for the school and we are willing to cover up this matter,” the older University President patted Janicki’s large muscular shoulders. “We just need you to cooperate,” Jenkins started to rub Coach’s shoulders. Coach Janicki always despised the feminine University President, and his hand appointed athletic director. There were running rumors that they were lovers. In the past, Eric considered them less than men. Janicki looked in confusion at the athletic director Vance and then at the smiling Wilbur, as the President slid his hands down into his suit jacket. The older man began to squeeze Eric’s huge pecs through the white soft shirt. The soft cotton rubbed against his nipples, making them and his cock harder. “Please, no,” Coach whispered. His eyes stared at Wilbur, even as the school president leaned down and started to kiss the thick cords of muscles of Janicki’s neck. “You did a very good job, Wilbur,” the Dean of Athletics stood up and opened his pants. “Just doing my part in making our school a success,” Wilbur smiled as he watched Vance move between the Coach’s spread legs and pushed his cock into Janicki’s mouth. A month later, Coach Janicki was working late, making plays for an upcoming game, when he decided to head home. As he walked down the athletic building hall which housed the coaches offices, he heard sounds of leather hitting firm, bare skin. His cock became painfully hard in its new cage at the sounds of deep masculine moans drifting down the hallway. With his cock painfully pressing against the cockcage, the Coach followed the sounds of moans and spanking to the offices of the new wrestling coach. Eric peeked around the open door of the wrestling Coach’s office and found both Coach Wilson, the youngest head wrestling coach in the country and former national champion wrestler, and Chad Donovan, the state current champion wrestler and son of a powerful conservative senator, both naked on the Coach’s desk. Their tight smooth ass and the shredded muscles of their powerful hamstrings were facing the door. Wilbur was holding Wilson’s leather belt and taking turns landing bows on each wrestlers’ tight behinds. Coach Janicki swallowed hard as he found himself unable to move. He watched as each perfect ass turned red. Between their powerful legs hang the wrestler’s hard throbbing cock. The wrestling coach and his star champion wrestler were both leaking precum onto the desk as they were being spanked. Their bodies were tight and compacted, their chisel muscles coated in a thin layer of sweat. Coach Janicki was so turned on watching both wrestling adonis, that his own discomfort from the cockcage didn’t stop him from cumming inside his own khakis. When he realized he had came without touching himself, he was embarrassed and ashamed.