As Randy walked the path leading to the frat house, he felt the most masculine he had in months. It was a costume party on the Friday before Halloween and Chris had insisted he wear his military uniform. He felt his dog tags under his shirt, thankful that Mark had given them back after keeping them as a sign of owning Randy that past summer. Otherwise, he would have had to lie to Chris and say he'd lost them if he'd been asked why he wasn't wearing them. Although no one would know, he had been made to wear his pink thong under his clothes which was a stark contrast with the military look otherwise.
It had been a long week and Randy was looking forward to a night of partying with his friends. While they weren't really his friends at home anymore, more like his masters, tonight they had pretty much been treating him like one of the guys again. When they all piled into the car, Chris and Craig up front and Randy in the back between Calvin and Alex, they all talked like Randy hadn't just spent the day serving as their bitch. It felt strange but still nice to feel like old times with Chris. Randy pretty much stayed quiet as he listened to Chris and Alex talk about who they knew in the frat, since Calvin and Craig had just started attending the university and didn't know too many people yet.
As the guys talked on the drive over, Randy thought back on the past week. Chris had fully moved and Randy had been made to do most of the packing and moving, only getting help when something was too big or heavy for him to move on his own. Chris had even made him unpack all his stuff, which Randy didn't mind because he knew Chris had school to focus on.
In addition to the hard work of moving Chris in, Randy had worked two nights that week at the warehouse. And his mouth had worked overtime, as more and more men found out about how he wasn't there just to clean up the floors and bathrooms. At this point, he'd lost count of how much dick he'd sucked at work, but he imagined that Mark and Pablo were making a pretty nice side income off his efforts. At home there wasn't much rest after moving Chris, since he still had Craig and Calvin to service and his chores to take care of.
The week had started out rough with Chris. He had been visibly pissed after discovering that Mark had been at Randy's pussy before him. The fact that Randy had let his best friend's little brother make him his bitch had Chris fuming with Mark. And of course, Randy knew that Chris would be rightfully mad, which is why he'd kept it a secret as long as he had. He felt ashamed for betraying his best friend like that.
The worst part was having to tell Chris everything else once the store clerk left that afternoon, which was the reason Chris even found out how Mark had shared Randy's ass at the department store. He was made to kneel there in just his thong keeping eye contact with Chris as he felt the clerk's cum dripping from his ass. He spent the next hour detailing all the ways he'd behaved like a faggot this past summer.
It was one of the most difficult things he'd ever had to do, confess all of it with Chris' gaze hard on him. Chris seemed to calm down, but Randy could tell he was angry with him. And with Mark. Chris just listened for the most part, only asking questions for clarity. He laughed when Randy admitted how it had all started with Scotty and how Mark joined in on the fun and quickly took charge. Despite Chris being pissed off about Mark, he did seem proud of his brother for asserting his dominance and taking Randy away from Scotty right at the start.
He saved Alex for last, as he figured that would be the other person Chris would be upset about. But Chris seemed oddly unbothered when he learned that even Alex had a shot at Randy's ass, several times. Randy left out how Alex had fucked him in Chris' bed, with Chris sleeping right there. He was sure Chris would eventually find out about that, but Randy just couldn't bring himself to admit it.
Randy also didn't share with Chris how Alex's uncle Pablo and Mark were whoring him out at his job. He felt too embarrassed about it to tell Chris and he planned to quit next week. Any job would be better than that, especially considering his work paycheck wasn't much and the dollar he got for each blow job was more humiliating than it was helping.
After that confession, for the rest of the week Chris didn't have Randy serve him at all sexually. He pretty much ignored Randy except to give him orders to move this or unpack that, get him a beer, make dinner, etc. Which meant that Randy missed Chris' attention, and his cock. So it was that much more unnerving for Chris to be treating him normally at the frat party. And it didn't seem like anything was different between Chris and Alex either, so he figured they must have talked about it. Randy was just happy he hadn't been pulled into that conversation or that Alex hadn't been pissed at him for spilling their secret. Randy hadn't seen Mark all week, so he wasn't sure if Chris had talked to him yet. That was another talk he would not want to be around for.
It was all racing around Randy's brain, making it hard to concentrate on the conversations he was being pulled into as Calvin and Alex introduced him to different guys at the party. Craig and Chris looked hot in their costumes, having wandered off together to make the rounds. Craig was dressed as Tarzan, meaning his big hairy chest was exposed and he was just in a filled out loin cloth. Chris was a lifeguard, and although he was wearing a red nylon zip up jacket, it wasn't enough to cover up the big bulge in the red speedos he was wearing.
Randy was admiring the two of them from across the room, as he stood with Calvin and Alex who were chatting with a cute boy they'd just introduced Randy to. Craig had his arm draped across Chris' shoulders, emphasizing that Craig was a few inches taller. He watched as Craig ran his hand down Chris' back, almost caressing his friend.
He was shocked when Craig's hand continued down to brush the speedo clad ass, resting his hand on an ass cheek for just a moment before giving it a squeeze. Randy looked around to see if anyone else saw what he'd just witnessed, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the two boys. Randy returned his gaze and saw that Craig now had his hand lightly gripping the back of Chris' neck. And Chris didn't seem to mind or try to make Craig take his hand away.
He jumped slightly when he felt his own ass being squeezed and returned his attention to the three boys standing around him. It was Calvin who had his hand gripping his ass, as Randy made eye contact at the boy they were talking to. The boy smiled at Randy but seemed unaware of what was going on behind.
They were standing near the wall, so there was thankfully no one who could see Calvin slide his hand into the back pocket of Randy's military slacks. He was confused when he felt Calvin's hand against his bare ass, rubbing Randy's skin and pinching and lightly slapping the cheek.
"Like the alteration I had Alex make to your pants, baby," Calvin whispered into Randy's ear, "He removed the inner pocket lining to give us free access to that sweet ass of yours."
Calvin's tongue gave Randy's ear a little lick before going back to the conversation. Randy stood there, trying to not let on how Calvin was feeling him up in the middle of the party. It was hard to not grimace as Calvin circled his finger around Randy's hole under the thong strap. He turned his head to stare at Calvin, as the finger penetrated him and slowly sank in.
He was now thankful that Alex had made Randy strip naked and let Alex clean out his pussy earlier. It had been humiliating to kneel on all fours as Alex squeezed water into his ass, being made to hold it before ordered to sit on the toilet to expel the water. It felt like he was pissing from his ass. And the humiliation was repeated until Alex was satisfied that his ass was clean.
He tried not to react when Alex's hand slipped into the other pocket and rubbed his ass and joined Calvin in fingering his hole. He now had both boy's fingers wedged in his cunt as they chatted nonchalantly with the boy directly in front of them oblivious to Randy's plight.
Alex looked sexy as Aladdin and Randy couldn't deny how attractive Calvin was dressed up as a cowboy, complete with boots, a denim shirt and tight jeans with chaps over them. The cute boy was dressed up as a police officer and Randy found himself staring down at the sizeable bulge in the front of the boy's pants. Randy thought he could see the outline of the boy's semi hard cock. He didn't let his gaze linger, fearing he'd be caught staring.
Randy looked between the three of them as he got finger fucked, unable to suppress a slight moan. As he looked up, he saw the cute boy was looking down. Randy followed the gaze to his own crotch and saw his very hard cock was obvious through his pants. The boy also finally noticed how Alex and Calvin both had their hands in Randy's back pockets.
"Maybe we should show Randy the setup in the basement," Alex suggested, digging his finger deep into Randy's hole before extracting it and his hand from the back of his pants. He brought the finger up to Randy and pressed it into Randy's mouth. He was staring right at the cute boy as he was made to clean the finger.
"Yeah, seems like now's a great time," Calvin agreed, repeating the move Alex had just made, but turning Randy's face to look at him as the finger was inserted between his lips. Calvin smiled at him as he pressed down on Randy's tongue, "Come on baby, you need to see the downstairs."
Calvin wiped his finger off on Randy's jacket and grabbed his hand to guide him through the crowd. Randy looked back and saw that the cute boy and Alex were both following. He was led through a door and down a set of stairs. He heard the door close and lock behind them. They turned a corner and a large basement came into view. Standing there in the middle of the room was Chris and Craig, with a half dozen or so other boys standing around them.
"Welcome to the real party," Chris said, staring directly at Randy, "And you're the guest of honor."