One of your flatmates had found out that you were a faggot a couple weeks ago. He promised to not tell the other two that he had caught you gooning your fag dick to pictures of the three of them under a couple conditions. This was the third night in a row you sat kneeling under his desk. He had ignored you pretty much since he opened his door to let you in, grumbling about you being three minutes late. After that you had just been expected to know what to do. It had been four hours now, and the lack of attention was beginning to bother you. The other nights he had played with you between games, stroking your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper, commenting on what a good fag you were and how good your mouth felt. And now just hours of silent treatment, all because of being three minutes late. Fuck this. You focus on sucking as hard as possible, moving faster. "You're distracting me fag," he growled. You ignore him and begin moving your tongue over his head as you continue to suck harder. "Stop. Fuck. You... Fuck!" The sound of his fist slamming into the desk makes you hesitate for a moment as you keep sucking harder and deeper. "I'm gonna... I can't focus. Fuck." You look up at him, watching as he tries to concentrate on his game. "FUCK. OH MY FUCKING... OH GOD... FUCK. I'M GONNA... FUCK... FUCK..." every curse encourages you as you feel him tense. He drops the controlled and both his hands grab your head, forcing you down. You try to resist as you gag on his cock but he's to strong. His cock twitches, seeming to push itself deeper down your throat, before thick spurts of cum begin to rush out. Your mouth is over flowing in seconds making you choke. You feel it dripping out of your mouth and down your chin, falling onto your legs and his lap. "Fuck." He groans, thrusting a couple times into your mouth, forcing his cum deeper down your throat, before pulling out. "What a fucking mess." He looks up at the screen "And you made me lose my fucking game. Is that what you wanted faggot? Why did you have to be such a brat." As you rest your face against his thigh, still riding the high of swallowing his cum, you notice the mess soaking through your boxers and jeans. His foot presses against your crotch "damn, fucking pathetic." You kiss his balls in response. "Good fag." A knock at the door makes you look up. "Come in." Before you can process what's happening the door opens, revealing your two other flatmates standing in the doorway. "We heard yelling, what... going on..." "This asshole decided to get bratty with me. It made me bust a load just when I was about to win." "Damn," "And look at this." He rubs his foot against the stains that soaked through your jeans "You like that, fucking like being a brat." You try to think of a response. "I guess we'll leave you to it then." "Yeah, have fun punishing the fag." "I know a guy who makes great custom chastity cages, he caged both his housemates last year. You want his number?" "Sounds great." You feel him press harder against your cock "I can feel it getting hard at the idea." The door closes. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't tell them you were a fag. Maybe if you hadn't been such a brat they wouldn't have come in." You feel your cock twitch "What's that, maybe you liked the idea of getting caught. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll enjoy using you just as much as I do faggot." You whimper. "Good faggot. I don't think you deserve my cock again, but you can hump the floor to entertain me. If you cum again I'll message that guy who makes cages. You're paying of course." The floor feels scratchy and uncomfortable against your knees as you return under his desk after taking your jeans and boxers off. The carpet feels even worse against your already overstimulated cock as you begin to furiously hump the floor, your skin feels raw and your cock head burns with pain after just a few seconds. The last thing he says to you before returning to his game is "I didn't realise a faggot could be that desperate to get caged. Pathetic."
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