Ben’s hands slid down from behind, unbuckling Alex’s jeans, knuckles brushing his skin, gentle and certain.
“Just trust me, babe,” Ben murmured by his ear, calm, steady.
Alex barely registered the words. He was staring at Marcus, naked and kneeling on the dorm floor, chain locked tight around his neck, tongue out, eyes glazed, face already shiny with spit. Surreal. For a wild second, Alex thought it had to be a prank.
He almost laughed, voice coming out thin. “You’re joking, right? Is this some fucked-up prank?”
Ben squeezed his hip, steadying him, but when he spoke over Alex’s shoulder, his voice was ice.
“Not a prank. I was going to save this for your birthday—wrap him up nice after I finished the last tests, some additional training. But after what he did to you today?” Ben’s jaw clenched, anger barely contained. “I couldn’t let it wait.”
Without thinking, his fingers brushed the bruise on his face, sting still fresh—a memory of Marcus slamming him against the locker room tile.
The same Marcus was now on his knees, moaning, rocking forward, tongue trembling, chain rattling as he begged, “Please, let me suck cock. Please, Ben, I want it. Need it. Please let me—”
His voice was all wrong, empty and needy, none of the usual bite.
Ben nudged Alex gently forward until his soft cock brushed Marcus’s tongue. Marcus latched on instantly—sloppy, awkward, spit pooling on his chin as he tried and failed to take more of, Alex's cock hardening under the desperate, fumbling motion.
Ben’s snort was pure contempt. “Pathetic. You see this? Took me two weeks just to get him to stop using his fucking teeth. It’s not really in him—never was. But he’ll get better with practice. Eventually. We have the time.”
Alex watched Marcus drool, working awkwardly, eyes filled with obedience and empty hunger. Ben suddenly yanked Marcus’s chain, forcing his head harder onto Alex, then back and forth.
“Open wider, you useless cocksucker. Work for it, bitch.”
Marcus blinked, tongue lolling, voice flat, mechanical: “Yes, sir. Want it… tastes good, sir…” Drool poured down his chest, jaw slack, body shuddering.
Alex hesitated, nerves sparking, but Ben’s palm stayed supportive at his side: You’re safe. You’re in control.
He glanced from Marcus to Ben. “Does he… even remember this? When it’s over?”
Ben shook his head, softening for Alex. “Not like this. He’s barely here. Nearly total control.” Ben’s mouth twisted in a cold smile. “But I can show you more. Watch.”
Ben leaned close to Marcus’s ear, voice sharp. “Mode Three.”
Marcus jerked, eyes snapping wide—terror, hate, humiliation flooding in. He tried to pull off, to spit Alex out, but his mouth kept moving, sucking, tongue desperate, spit and precum dripping.
He choked around Alex’s cock, words bubbling out: “Stop—stop! Ben, fuck, let me—let me go—” His voice was a raw mix of panic and fury, but his head just bobbed, mouth working on autopilot.
Alex instinctively tried to back off, but Ben’s hand steadied him, thumb circling gentle at his waist.
Ben crouched, voice pure venom for Marcus, cold as winter. “In this mode, he feels it all, remembers it all, can’t stop a thing. My favorite. Now go harder, Marcus—Alex isn’t going to cum if you just slobber on him.”
Marcus’s lips worked faster, tears shining in his eyes. “Faggots—fucking sick, I’m not—”
Ben twisted the chain, yanking it tight, voice like a knife. “Enough. Obey: silence command.”
Marcus whimpered, choking on spit and cock, but his mouth kept working, jaw aching, eyes full of fury and shame.
“Finish for him, babe,” Ben murmured, gentle now, hand rubbing Alex’s back. “He’s not going anywhere until you do.”
Alex let go, shuddering, spilling into Marcus’s mouth, cum and spit mixing, Marcus gagging and swallowing, tears running down his red cheeks, chain rattling with each sob.
Ben snapped his fingers. “ Obey: memory wipe. Mode One.”
Marcus went slack, face slack and shining with spit and cum, eyes empty again. Ben looked at Alex, saw a flicker of his old light coming back—a bit of the boy Marcus broke, restored.
“Happy early birthday. I saved his virgin hole for you.”
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