Zack left Two at the bus stop, taking the long way to get back to the hotel, walking with his hands in his pockets as he considered what he had just done to Dustin. Also, the nagging question of where Cody was set his mind off track, made him question what might be wrong. He had asked his brother to be at the condo, Cody could have enjoyed Dustin just as much as the other boys had, but Cody was very late, uncommonly late, and that made Zack feel worried and upset.

It took an hour to walk home, and the sun was long set as he entered the lobby, climbing aboard the elevator to go up to the 23rd floor, mistaking Dustin's key for the Suite's key, but he got it right eventually and entered.

The bedroom door was closed, and Cody never closed it if he was home alone. Zack knew that his mother was working, so what was the issue? What was Cody doing that he was trying to hide? Was he napping, and didn't want to be disturbed as his mother got ready for work?

No noise issued from the bedroom, disturbing Zack further, so he went to the door, dropping his bag on the couch, leaning his ear against the door quietly to see if Cody was making noise in there.

A whispered voice, no, what sounded like grunting. What was going on? Was Cody masturbating without Zack's permission?

Zack opened the door, glancing at his bed, no Cody, and at his brother's bed, his mouth falling open at what he saw.

Cody was on his bed, ass in the air, being ridden quite hard by one of the boys on the football team, a very popular boy who happened to absolutely hate Zack.

Zack asked, "Just what is going on in here?"

The boy, his name was Taylor, looked over at Zack, looking shocked for a moment, but he grinned when he saw that it was Zack. Cody, however, looked horrified, and started squirming, trying to rise up to look at Zack better, but Taylor pushed him down against the bed.

"Your brother wanted me inside him. He said you weren't enough for him."

"NO! Zack, I-I-" Taylor slapped Cody's ass hard to make him shut up.

"Shut up Cody."

"How about you get out of my brother and leave? There doesn't need to be any trouble here, alright? Get your dick out of him and go!"

Taylor looked upset, but he knew he could get in trouble if Zack wanted to make it, so he pulled himself out of Cody, standing up off the bed and getting his clothes on. "It's okay," Taylor said, "he's not even good, just damaged goods. He isn't even tight."

That made Zack grin despite himself, for he had seen Taylor's dick, and it wasn't as big as his, but he needed to be alone with his brother, so he pointed at the door. "You found your way in, you can get out as well."

Taylor pushed past him, chuckling, and said to Cody, as he left, "You ever want more; you come to my house next time. Lose this faggot."

"I'M HIS BROTHER!"

"Whatever queer. Bye." Taylor slammed the front door as he left, leaving the twins to look at one another, Zack quite angry at his brother, and Cody ashamed.

"B-before you get mad-"

"Don't even speak, Cody. Dustin is a slut, alright, he's just some boy that I want to take my aggression out on, he isn't you, and you KNOW that! You know how much I love you, how much I care about you, why would you cheat on me? And with him? He doesn't give a fuck about you!"

"And you do?" Cody stood up, fumbling his bathrobe on with shaking hands, looking flustered and upset, like he was on the verge of crying, but he met Zack's gaze well.

Zack growled. "Say that again, and you'll pay."

"What are you going to do, leave again? Spend time with Dustin?"

"I told you he means nothing to me! He isn't you, Cody, you're my brother, you mean everything to me! I invited you to go to the condo with me, and you didn't want to go, I guess."

"If I want to be with you, I want you alone, Zack! I don't want Dustin in the way, whoever he is, I don't care about him! You shouldn't concern yourself with others if you actually love me as much as you say!"

"I have the right to fuck someone else! But you, no, you're my property; you can't give your ass away like that. Giving dick isn't the same as getting it, Cody, you need to understand that!"

"Wait," Cody looked as though he was getting mad now, "so, if I'm your property, which, I don't mind, by the way." He blushed, for a moment. "Then shouldn't I be able to lay claim to your dick? Just like you own my ass, I should own your dick!"

Zack shook his head, walking slowly toward Cody. "I don't just own your ass. I own your eyes, your lips, your ass," he pulled the bathrobe apart and grabbed Cody's penis, "your dick. All of you."

Cody shuddered, leaning against Zack, their lips an inch apart.

"Did he kiss you?"

Cody shook his head desperately.

"Did you suck him?"

Cody shook his head again.

"I don't believe you!" Zack kissed his brother, pushing his tongue in Cody's mouth aggressively to taste Cody, and, glad that he couldn't taste cum, growled, "Did he cum inside you?"

Cody, again, shook his head. "W-we had just started when you got here! And he was wearing a condom!"

Zack nodded. "Why'd you guys wait so long?"

"He didn't want to do it, because he isn't queer," Cody blushed again, but it lingered this time, "and he couldn't find the hotel so well. I had to go and meet him."

Zack rolled his eyes. "He's so not queer that he put his dick in you, yeah. How was he?"

"Not as long, o-or as thick!"

Zack squeezed Cody's penis, forcing his brother to whimper. "No, how was he inside you?"

"Not as good as you! Please don't squeeze!"

"This is my penis, Cody; I can do with it as I wish." He kissed his brother again, leaning close, pushing Cody against the bed as he growled, "Just like these lips. If I want to abuse them, I will. Right?"

Cody's eyes fell closed. "Y-yes Zack!"

"How about we clean up, you can get the lube off your thighs, and out of your hole," Zack pushed his hand between his brother's legs, "my hole," he pushed two fingers in nice and slow, looking up into his brother's eyes, making Cody gasp for him...

...

Zack wrote a letter the next day, put it in his bag, and tried to forget what he had done to Dustin. The boy would be alright, sitting in the condo, lonely, desperate as a lost puppy, but he would make it. What choice did he have?

Zack would leave him alone for three days, ultimately, slipping the letter under the door of the condo to let Dustin know his instructions. Then he returned home, hoping that Dustin wouldn't be too mad at him in the morning. He knew the wait must have been excruciating for Dustin, especially after all that sex had been forced into him, but it was almost over now.

Dustin's instructions were to meet Zack at the school, at half past noon, to talk about something special. Dustin didn't notice the letter for almost three hours, but read it over and over, his fingers touching the letters Zack had written, glad to know that Zack had held this page, had written it just for him.

He showed up at school, having basically cleaned himself, as Zack instructed, and dressed in casual, discreet clothing, although, sitting in a Bentley as he was, he stood out like a pink dog would. He checked his watch every few seconds, looking out at the school, wondering when Zack would show up, feeling quite desperate to get some kind of interaction. Zack had instructed him not to speak to anyone but the driver, and he had adhered to that, even when a neibour boy said hello to him in the elevator.

Zack was sitting in the lunch room when he saw the Bentley, sitting beside his brother, sharing lunch with him, joking and laughing as they always did, but the sight of Dustin, lonely little Dustin, sitting in the back seat, stirred Zack, made him stand without a word and go outside, walking as quick as he could to not be spotted, going into the parking lot and wrenching the door open to the car, shocking Dustin, who smiled with eyes wide and tried to hug his Prince, but Zack had him by the scruff of the neck, and dragging him back to the building.

There was a janitor's closet on the second floor, the least used, especially when there were messes being made in the lunch room, so there they went, all Dustin's questions ignored for the time being. The closet was unlocked, as it always was, and empty, so in they went, in to the rushing of pipes, a hazy, musky feeling hanging in the air, as though the room was humid, but it didn't feel hot. It felt like a place that Zack had used before, and Dustin knew what the agenda was.

Zack's eyes were hot, his growling, husky voice whispering to Dustin, "You're going to have to be quiet in here; it isn't like the condo, where you can cry out. No, in here, you have to keep your voice in, okay?"

Dustin nodded hopelessly, standing in front of Zack, not knowing what to do. Zack was surveying him, not touching his body at all, and he wasn't undressing yet.

"Y-you've had other boys in here, haven't you?" Dustin's voice quivered.

Zack nodded fervently. "Cody was the first, yeah, then the boys that were in you, and three others."

Dustin's eyes went even wider. "S-seven people?"

"Eight, now, counting you."

"Why'da you want me in here?" Dustin looked to the corners, observing dust, and spider webs.

"Because I'm not supposed to have you in here. It's against the rules."

"I don't like breaking rules though!"

Zack shrugged, pulling his shirt off over his head and laying it over a pipe beside them. "Shirt off and pants down, the sooner we're done, the sooner you get to go back home."

"I don't want t-to leave you though!"

Zack pulled Dustin's shirt off for him and opened the boy's pants, turning him about and growling, "You'd better focus on not saying a word, or we're in big trouble." He bent Dustin over, getting straight to business, pulling the plug from Dustin's hole with a whispered, "Good boy for keeping that in, now relax."

Zack pushed the butt plug into Dustin's hand and pulled his cock out, growling as he pulled his foreskin down, spitting on his hand and slicking it up and down the shaft, and he grabbed Dustin by the shoulder, pushing his cock roughly against Dustin's tight, flexing hole, and, without asking if the boy was ready, started to shove the head of his cock on in, not caring when Dustin asked him to slow down.

"Relax your ass, boy, we'll be at this for a minute, so you focus."

He pushed in three inches, spreading Dustin wide in that incredible way, forcing pain into the boy, caring nothing for Dustin's pleasure. He let his erection go, grabbing Dustin's hip, pushing even harder, forcing in five inches, feeling Dustin's skin prickling under his fingers, Dustin's tight hole crushing his cock from every angle. Dustin reached back, spreading his legs to accommodate, and held his butt cheeks open, looking back as Zack shoved in more, making him whimper, and he slammed in the last few inches, making Dustin clench up as though he had cum, but the cock ring kept him from shooting.

Zack left it in deep, rubbing up Dustin's back, along his spine, pulling back to thrust in again, making Dustin whimper from the stretch, groaning when Zack's thighs pushed against his, his little balls bombarded by Zack's massive balls.

Zack slapped his ass, slamming in hard and strong, and Dustin whimpered, "O-OW! I'm n-not ready!"

"Get ready fag, you knew this was coming for you."

Dustin moaned, "Ah, s-sorry, you're r-right!"

Zack nodded, slapping Dustin's ass again and starting his rhythm, using his hips like a strong piston to fuck Dustin hard, much harder than he had ever done to Cody, or the other boys. Dustin was here for this. He knew his purpose, and fell to it willingly. He knew he could end it at any time, but he didn't.

Or, at least, Zack hoped that Dustin knew that.

Zack wasn't being friendly at all. He wasn't letting Dustin get used to it, he didn't seem to care that Dustin hadn't been used in a few days, so his little hole and thighs were getting an extra hard pounding right now, but he was stifling his moans, his eyes shut tight as he was invaded, used for Zack's pleasure.

Zack's hand held Dustin's shoulder, keeping him still as he was fucked, putting a bend to the boy's back, his hips pushed up to that Zack could go all the way in and back out, shoving all the way to his balls before he pulled out, all the way up the length, until his foreskin was exposed. Then he shoved all of it back in, all eight thick inches, each slam shaking Dustin, making jets of pain rip through his belly. Dustin could feel his belly stretch from each pounding thrust, his insides pushed to capacity by Zack.

His hole was spread as wide as it could go, and filled by Zack. He was used like a sex doll, fucked hard on purpose, so that Zack could show his ability off to no one but a boy who already knew he was incredible.

"You're my boy, aren't you Dustin."

Dustin nodded.

"Isn't good enough, speak."

The boy groaned, looking back as best he could. "I'm your boy!"

"Yeah, and you wanted my dick, all the time you were alone. Say it."

"I-I wanted your d-dick Zack!"

Zack growled, shoving it in deep and hard and leaving it there for a good few seconds. "Happy?"

"Y-YES ZACK!"

And Dustin came hard, his insides clenching beautifully around Zack's cock.

"Say my name, boy."

"Z-Zack!"

Zack spanked him hard on his ass.

"H-harder Zack!"

Dustin's words shocked him as they came out, for he could barely handle this, but, before he could counter himself, Zack started to fuck him harder, pounding into him strong and fierce.

"Was I not going hard enough to start?"

"It's, ow, p-perfect!"

"Are you my boy?"

"I'm, oh, y-your boy, Zack!"

The hand that wasn't pulling hard on Dustin's shoulder went along the boy's side, feeling for his little cock, and pulled all the skin that was left of his foreskin, the skin that had been severed when he was a baby. Zack gathered this to stretch up, making Dustin whimper, and he growled, "You can feel my foreskin in your ass, can't you boy?"

Indeed, there was a layer that was helping Zack shove himself in and out thickly.

Dustin whined, "Yes Zack!"

"Well, it's good that I got more than enough for the both of us, because," he pulled up and down on Dustin's penis, stretching his skin out painfully, "you don't have much."

"I-it's not my fault I-I was bo-born, OW! with less!"

"That was your chance to say yes, boy. Ya blew it."

He pulled the skin as far as it would go, making the boy whimper, and he whined, "I-I already know you're bigger, oh, you're in my b-butt right now!"

"Yeah," Zack shoved in particularly hard, just to show off, and Dustin came again, swearing hopelessly. "But have you felt your little penis. It's barely there."

Dustin's cheeks glowed pink, and his head fell, his legs twitching as he was fucked still, deep and hard, and his little penis was tortured in that unpleasant way, stretched all the way up the length of it, and Zack pulled on his balls as well, biting the boy on his back to make him squeal, and soon, pulled his cock out, turning Dustin to face him, and glared into Dustin's eyes.

There was a chair in the room, and Dustin knew, from the way that Zack was staring at it, that he would soon be sitting in it. Indeed, Zack sat with his back to the chair, patted his thighs, and whispered, "Climb abroad, boy, we don't have all day."

Dustin tried to sit with his back to Zack, but Zack chuckled and turned him about, making him sit, holding his heavy cock for Dustin to find, and the boy took it in with a heavy moan, looking shyly into Zack's eyes as he slid down the length of it.

"You do the work, I'm going to stretch your penis some more."

Dustin flushed pink again, nodding as he started to ride it, rocking his hips back and forth, dropping his hands on Zack's shoulders and kissing his King in the forehead.

Zack's fingers were deft, pushing their way between his chubby belly and Dustin's furious grinding, touching the boy's straining pink dripping hard little penis, meeting his eyes as he gathered all that was left of Dustin's foreskin once more and pulling on it as hard as he thought Dustin deserved.

The boy grunted, both from the cock in his ass, and Zack's continued harsh treatment of his sensitive penis. Zack kissed him on his lips, making the boy grunt from low in his throat, and he tried to deepen the kiss, but Zack pulled away, growling, "You just be glad I didn't tell my friends that you were coming over, boy. They asked about you all weekend, wondering how that ass is." He kissed Dustin again. "They want to fuck you again, and I have half a mind to let them."

Dustin moaned hopelessly, not quite knowing what to say to that right now. He could barely handle Zack inside him right now, and thinking about this, and then those other boys, and then more of this sounded delightfully painful.

"You want that, boy?"

"N-no Zack! T-they aren't as good as you!"

Zack pulled on the boy's balls, squeezing them harder than maybe he should have, but it made Dustin's high pitched voice get even more desperate and squeaky.

"I know they aren't, now, ride it up to the top for me, will you? Hurry before I take charge." His eyes flashed dangerously.

Dustin immediately shifted his focus, pushing off the floor staring into Zack's eyes with helpless devotion etched into every line of his face. He took it to the top of Zack's cock, making sure to feel the head almost come out, before he sunk on it, groaning as it pushed in, so hard and thick inside, and so long, working up into his belly.

Zack had his unfortunately hard penis stretched so far that he was starting to whimper, each tiny flicker of pressure sending a wave of pain through him, making his thighs seize up as he tried to work in, but all he wanted to do was collapse against Zack and get pounded. He knew that stopping would be bad though. Last time he had disobeyed Zack, he had been forced to pleasure Zack's friends, and last time hadn't been this strenuous.

Not even close.

He rode it to the top, his thighs still twitching as Zack worked his penis, rubbing the tight skin up and down the shaft, glancing down at Dustin's little penis with a smile on his lips, but it always melted away when he looked into Dustin's face, adopting a commanding glare, making sure Dustin was entranced in him.

He kissed the boy on his lips, grinning as Dustin fell forward, but he pushed the boy up, making him stay upright, to ride it better, keeping his hands on Dustin's thin hips and forcing it into him, pushing him down.

"You'd better work a bit harder boy, I'm not getting a sense that you enjoy this. Am I not satisfying you?"

Dustin squeaked in fright, pushing up to the top faster and letting himself fall hard, his little cock shooting a thin jet of precum out as their eyes met. "N-no! You are satisfying me!"

"I don't believe you, boy, I think you should, uh, get busy on my cock. Fuck yourself good."

"I-I can't handle more than this!"

"Want me to call my brother and see if we can both fit in that hole?"

Dustin moaned, shaking his head, trying to speed up, rolling his hips up and down to try and work Zack's cock hard and well, trying to pleasure Zack as best he could.

"I think I should, fag, I know you want him inside you. We'll have to really push, but, we can get in. Where's my phone?"

Zack pushed the boy up and off of him, standing and fishing in his shorts for his phone, ignoring Dustin's twittering, the hands that Dustin put on his arm, trying to keep him from calling Cody up, but it didn't work.

Dial tone, then Cody said, "Zack, what the hay, where did you go?"

"The Janitor's Closet, second floor, now. I need you."

Silence, then, "O-okay Zack, let me cut class." And Cody hung up.

Zack dropped the phone on his pants, glaring at Dustin, and said, "Just you wait, fag, you'll see what we give you."

Silence as they waited, Zack staring at his prey, and Dustin cowering, unable to cover himself, or hide, knowing he had trapped himself for Zack's punishment, worried that he wouldn't be able to take Zack and Cody together, that he would disappoint Zack.

After thirty seconds, Zack grunted, "Suck on my dick while we wait."

The response was immediate. Dustin fell to purpose; taking Zack's cock in as far as it could go with a horny moan, glad to be able to taste this amazing, thick, powerful thing, even though it had been in his butt. But he was clean inside, and so was Zack's throbbing erection, the foreskin soft as he licked it, the veins on the top of the shaft pulsing exotically. This was a wonderful privilege that Dustin would never give up, not for anything in the wor-

The door opened, and Dustin, assuming it was Cody, didn't stop, but Zack pushed his head away. "What the fuck?"

A man had said this, not Cody, so Dustin turned about, squeaking in surprise, to spot a man, obviously the Janitor, from his attire, and the mop in his hand, standing in the door.

"Zack, you are in trouble now, buddy. Who is this boy, I know he isn't a student here! Get your clothes on, both of you!"

Zack did just that, pulling his pants on, grinning that the Janitor was staring at his cock as he did so, and pulled his shirt on.

"Get to the Principal's Office, both of you!" He grabbed Zack by the scruff of his neck and pulled him into the hall, away from Dustin, and dragged them to the first floor, to the Principal's Office...

The next hour was quite harrowing, as they waited for their parents to arrive, but before too long, Carey and a man that could only be Dustin's father showed up, almost at the same time. He was Dustin's older copy, a handsome man with a pressed suit and clean hands, black, shiny glasses flashing as bright as his smile, appearing nonplussed by the occasion. He and Carey spoke to the Principal for a bit, in the office, before Zack was called into the office to face his mother and this man's wrath.

Ooor not.

Carey was blushing when he came in, and Dustin's father had a rather sly hand on her knee. He held that hand out to Zack do it could be shaken, and Zack, feeling a bit hung out to dry, did just that.

"My name, son, is Martin. You are Zack, and your mother is quite a wonderful singer. I've see her show every night that I have been in town, and I have gathered a, shall I call it, fascination with her."

Carey giggled helplessly, flushing even brighter red.

"We have spoken to your Principal, you are going to be suspended for a week for what you and my son did in the Janitor's Closet, but, I know you'll learn your lesson and not break the rules here at school, right son?"

Zack's eyebrow shot up, and he looked from the Principal to his mother and back to Martin. "'Kay."

Martin slapped his knees and stood, offering a hand to Carey. "I insist on giving you a ride back home, Carey. Zack, I saw that Dustin brought a car, I'm sure you can make it home alright?" And he swept from the Principal's Office with Carey on his arm, neither of them looking at Zack, and he watched them go, completely stunned by what had just happened.

The Principal shooed him out, whispering, "Bad boy, I can't believe you'd do what you did. Go home."

He left, shooting her a bad look and gestured to Dustin to follow.

Cody was outside, appearing desperate, a smile stretching his lips to see Zack, but his eyes narrowed when he saw Dustin. "What happened?"

"We fucked in the Janitor's Closet, I got suspended. We're going to his condo, want to join?"

"S-suspended? Who was that man with mom?"

"His dad."

Zack made the short journey to his locker taking his books and shoving them in his bag, knowing that Cody was pouting at him.

"You coming or not?"

"School isn't over!"

"We can wait in the parking lot."

"Z-Zack! I want to be with you!" Cody whispered this, leaning against his brother, divesting Dustin's grip of Zack.

"Come to the condo then, you'll get all of me there."

Cody blushed, but he shook his head. "You and me, alone, or nothing at all, Zack."

Zack rolled his eyes, slamming his locker shut and zipping his bag closed. "Your choice, dude, we're going to have fun."

"Z-Zack!"

"Just come with us!"

Cody stepped away, glowering at Dustin, and spun on his heel, storming away dramatically. To Dustin, Zack whispered, "See what I have to deal with? Come on, let's go back to the condo and finish."

"B-but, what about your mom, isn't s-she mad?"

Zack scoffed. "My mom already tried to fight me about sex she didn't win. She knows I fuck lots of boys from school, and my brother, so it isn't news. Plus, she's all over your dad's dick. I dunno why; if he's as small as you, she won't be impressed."

Dustin moaned from embarrassment, looking away, and they started to walk toward the doors of the school.

"I mean," Zack continued, "I thought mom would at least be mad that I got suspended, or your dad would be mad, but, they don't seem to care at all. She must like him because he's handsome and rich. I dunno." He thrust the front doors of the school open and started down the stairs, walking quickly for the car, antsy to get his dick back in Dustin.

He opened the car door and ordered Dustin to sit, dropping his bag on Dustin's lap, grinning when the boy's eyes went wide from the weight, and slammed the door shut. He buckled them in, strong arming his bag off of Dustin, and said to the Driver, "We're going to the condo please."

They swept away from the school...