BDSM Library - Story: Cody, Chapter: Part 7

Cody 7

by Emile

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Cody grabbed the poster and ran across the sports fields, trying desperately to ignore the tug of his fat balls as they swung from thigh to thigh, slapping hard against his sinewed thighs with each pounding step. He knew from the growing ache of his low hanging nutsack that the run would hurt tomorrow, but was desperate to get across campus, unseen and out of the cold, as quickly as possible. The fact that once he'd crossed the fields and was running past the dorms, campus police in their black van were shadowing him only made him run faster, although they were used to frat pranks enough to leave him alone for now. He didn't know it, but the rent-a-cop made a mental note of his face on seeing the Queersoc tee and hunky naked muscular body, something that would come back to haunt him.

He got back to the frat late, too late in fact, the front door locked. Scared to wake up his buddies, he crept around, tapping on the window of Jamal's small room at the back. After a few minutes of hopping from foot to foot in the cold, nursing his aching ballsac, Jamal had put on a robe and let him in, making the young jock sit up on the bed and explain where he'd been. Of course he wasn't allowed to cover up in Jamal's presence, so the half naked stud sat there, legs apart to give his throbbing balls space, and told Jamal about everything that had happened since he left that morning - the drugs, the seedy photo shoot, my post-shoot fuck, then the encounter with Leroy, the second rape, and his run home. Jamal, who sat on a low stool not 6 inches away from his bobbing dork, listened closely, smiling widely when he mentioned Leroy and the fuck. He leaned forward and cupped Cody's balls, hefting them to Cody's groans before saying "If you gonna see Leroy again you'd better put a cold pack on these babies, they is starting to swell already! Leroy likes white bait, and he ain't none to kind to his boys! If I was you I'd be careful, Leroy can be mighty possessive, some boys he takes a shine to he won't let outta his sight, not even when to take a shit...". Cody was horrified at the thought of being this black groundskeeper's toy, but half naked, balls cradled in Jamal's hands, he'd already sunk so low. He begged Jamal for advice, but the janitor just shrugged. He got him a cold pack and let him sleep for a few hours in his bed, troubled restless dreams.

At 5.30am Jamal came back to his cramped room, peeling back the covers to reveal Cody's semi-flaccid horsecock and ballbag, which despite the cold pack had swollen visibly to almost twice their usual size, deep red and shiny. His pork roll too was still thick and curving, it'd been so long since he last got off that it never went fully soft, and hung there like an uneaten sausage roll, meat poking out the end, grease dripping. Despite the repeated rapes, shaving and piercings, and the mauling and tugging at his muscular body, he was still taut and handsome, and from his murmuring and stiffening dong, Jamal could see a wet dream was creeping over the oversexed jock's mind. He gave him a few seconds, watching him get uncomfortably stiff and drippy, before snatching away his brief moment of pleasure, yanking his balls to jerk him awake. He yelled for a second, before realising where he was, anxiety over waking his fratmates taking over. Jamal solicitously told him Leroy was starting his shift first, and he'd need to hurry if he was to get there on time. He passed on my message to Cody, since he'd rang me in the night, that anything Leroy wanted he was to give him, or the photos would land on the frat presidents desk. But we weren't without heart, and Jamal handed him some clothes he'd 'borrowed' from the laundry, both unfortunately still dirty - a pair of sweat pants and an A&F fleece - for his jog back across campus. Sadly, no shoes or jocks to be found, so he'd have to endure a quick jog - more a run really - with his nutsack unsupported again. "At least, Leroy likes big ballbags" Jamal commented, wondering just how much more swollen Cody's nuts could really get.

Despite the cold, Cody ran a slow jog, the pain ripping through him with every step, and so was late to the shithouse, rocking up at 6.15. Jamal was already working, whistling as he mopped yesterday's fuckfest from the tiles, but when Cody jogged in the door, breathing heavily, he turned and leant the mop on the wall, white teeth gleaming against his broadly smiling lips. He took in Cody's model-good looks, his broad sporty body and the bulge of his tortured package, and the fact he'd come back, and seemed to make a decision.

"You late boy. I didn't know if you were cumming. Don't you do that again! But I forgive you..." Leroy pulled off his shirt, revealing a hard ebony body without an ounce of fat, the dark skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. Leroy obviously pumped iron big time, this was no ordinary janitor's body. He walked up to Cody, unzipping the fleece and slipping his arms inside, around his waist. Up close, Cody realised that the ripped body, though faintly scarred, was smooth and boyish, that this black dude couldn't be much more than a kid.

He was scared, and tried to protest, but Leroy planted his big lips on Cody's, forcing his tongue deep down Cody's throat, while his hands slipped around Cody's tight arse, pushing the sweats to the ground. It was hopeless, it didn't matter how young, or misguided or cruel Leroy turned out to be, he'd have to go along with it, or be exposed. Of course I planned on exposing him eventually, of getting him kicked out of the frat anyway, but he didn't know that. For now, he was willingly letting himself become some black kid's bitch, and as Leroy's fingers began prying at his pucker, lining him up for another bruising fuck, he realised what a hard journey that would be.

He was right. For starters Leroy expected his boys to fuck themselves on his pole. He guided Cody back to a stall, and sat on the seat, his long cock hardening. Cody, buck naked, faced him, and he lapped up the sight of Cody's swollen tackle as Cody was forced to straddle him, thighs wide apart and gear hanging, and guide Leroy's tool into his precious chute. It was a long, slow fuck, Leroy holding Cody's waist and guiding him up and down, deep penetrating strokes that made Cody grunt with each squelching burial. He sped up at last, when he'd stretched Cody's arse to a comfortable manjuice-greased piston, hammering into him until he finally slammed him down, holding him against his wiry crotch as he shot volley after volley of hot cum into Cody. Finally, with a sloppy pop, Cody pulled off, long strings of milky cum streaming down his legs.