Chad couldn't move. His hands were handcuffed behind him, and his legs were tied to the legs of a chair. He tried to open his eyes, only to realise that he was blindfolded as well. He pulled at his bonds ineffectually. Chad tried to remember what had happened, but other than a confused memory of Ryan and Troy, surprisingly in league with each other, he couldn't remember anything concrete.

Suddenly, Chad felt a touch on his thigh. He twitched, trying to get it away.

"Who's there?" he asked, unable to speak louder than a whisper.

There was no reply. The fingers slowly slid up his thigh, circling his groin, before finally sliding up his cock. Chad shivered at the gentle touches, and felt himself get hard. As the fingers continues to wander up and down his cock, another hand reached down to fondle his balls. Chad moaned as the sensations ran through his body. He could feel his cock inflate as he was fondled.

A second pair of hands joined the first pair. These ones smeared some sort of oil over Chad's body, starting at his chest and legs, before moving to join the other hands at his cock. When one of the hands slipped between Chad's legs, and pressed into his ass, it tipped him over the edge. After his orgasm had subsided, though, the hands didn't go. They continued stroking his cock, and a second finger slipped into his hole. To his dismay, Chad found that his cock was now too sensitive; each touch seamed to burn him.

"Stop!" Chad protested weakly.

But again, his voice refused to go louder than a whisper. His assailants didn't stop their actions; if anything, they intensified. Slowly, despite its sensitivity, Chad's cock stiffened again. When the hands milked a second load out of him, they mercifully vanished, even the one in his ass. Chad felt hands pull him roughly, manoeuvring him into a new position. He was lowered down, but this time, there was an obstruction in the way. He realised, belatedly, that it was a dildo. Chad tried to struggle, but by then it was too late; the head of the dildo had already penetrated him.

Suddenly, Chad was released. He crashed back down onto the chair, forcing the dildo further inside him. To his surprise, Chad realised that it didn't feel bad. With every movement, the dildo pressed at a different spot inside him, sending a shot of pleasure through him. He moaned.

Someone fiddled with the rag over Chad's eyes. When it was finally withdrawn, Chad was momentarily blinded. When he could see properly, Chad saw Ryan standing in front of him, with Troy kneeling at his feel. At this image, Chad suddenly remembered all that had happened. He glared at Ryan.

"This is all your fault", he spat.

Ryan laughed hollowly.

"In fact", he retorted, "you'd find that it's all Troy's fault, if we gave him time to explain. Unfortunately, we won't. I have better things I want to do with him than listen to him talk."

Ryan walked over to Chad, and slid a tube over his cock. Chad swore at the Drama Club President, but each time he moved – which was limited as it is – the dildo in his ass pressed another nerve, and a drop of precum formed at the tip of his cock. Ryan waited until Chad had worn himself out, then pressed a button on the side of the tube. It began to vibrate. Chad stifled a gasp, but Ryan could see its effect on him. Quickly, the tube brought Chad to orgasm, which caused the basketball player to thrash at his bonds, and in turn caused the dildo to press further within him. Ryan laughed and turned to Troy.

The basketball captain had been sitting the entire time on the floor without looking at Chad. Chad wished that Troy would do something, even if he had had a role in this in the first place. But Troy didn't respond to any of Chad's actions. When Ryan approached him, Troy looked up at him immediately. Ryan didn't even speak to the captain. Instead, he just roughly pulled Troy so that he was on all fours, and thrust his cock into Troy's ass. Troy yelped, but a slap from Ryan on his ass silenced him. Chad had no choice but to watch Ryan fuck his friend.

Again, Troy refused to look at Chad. Finally, Ryan leaned over – simultaneously thrusting deeper into Troy than he had before – and pulled Troy's head up by the hair.

"Look at him", Ryan hissed.

Troy caught Chad's eye. He looked utterly defeated. Chad wanted to yell at him to do something to stop Ryan, but at that point, Chad came again. By the time he had recovered from yet another climax – he had forgotten by now how many times he had cum – Chad had no energy left to say anything.

Ryan had continued fucking Troy. Now that Chad could see Troy's face, he could tell that the biological impulses that had caused him to cum time and time again were also working on Troy. While his eyes were gazing at Chad, they were unfocused, and his face seemed slack. Ryan's face, on the other hand, was contorted with disdain for both Troy and Chad.

Chad lost track of time. Finally, though, Ryan came inside of Troy. He released the basketball captain, who collapsed on the floor. Ryan stepped over Troy without looking at him, and stood over Chad. His cock pointed directly at Chad's mouth.

"Clean my cock, and I'll release you from those toys of yours", Ryan said.

Chad looked at the member in front of him. Ryan's seed was still leaking out of the tip, but it looked much cleaner than he expected. Chad was also at his wits end, and would have done more suck Ryan's cock to get the tube off his cock, and the dildo out of his ass. He opened his mouth, and accepted Ryan's cock, licking off the cum and the juices. He was so exhausted by now that he didn't even taste anything.

True to his word, Ryan removed the tube from Chad's cock. He jerked Chad's cock a few times, and laughed when it spasmed without releasing any cum. Chad was all spent. Then Ryan whispered something in Chad's ear, and he fell into darkness again.


There was a note in Chad's locker first thing in the morning. He stared at it in bamboozlement. It read:

'Thanks for all your help!'

Chad had no idea what it meant.

"Check out what I found!" he said, turning to Troy. "What do you think it means?"

"I don't know", Troy said in a flat voice, not looking at the note.

"It doesn't matter", Chad replied, tossing the note back into his locker.

He wondered what was up with his best friend. Troy was rarely down. Maybe he'd had an argument with Gabrielle? Anyway, Chad was sure he'd be able to get the reason out of Troy sooner or later.