On their college soccer team, the Brownsville Bulldogs, they were known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse because they were always on the attack and usually slaughtered the opposition. Pete was striker, Jamie was forward, and Angus and Robbie were right and left midfielders respectively. Their skills did not come solely from their association on this team. This foursome had played together since Junior High, all coming from the same small town, and all eventually winning sports scholarships to the college at nearby Brownsville. They knew each other's moves and skills and strengths — and weaknesses — intimately. Which is why they were such an effective force.

That was not all they knew about each other intimately. As with any teenage boys who were together so much of their waking days, they had over the years investigated their sexuality together – never as a foursome, but as pairs – not always the same pairs, but over time every one of them had "played" with every one of the others. But every pairing was a "secret." There was always that "Don't tell anyone about this" caveat to every tryst that they had ever had between them. Such was the taboo of the "faggot" that haunted most teams of teenage boys. Each honestly thought that the blowjob he had given to or received from any of the other three was a secret known only to the two on them. Each honestly thought the butt-fuckings they had exchanged with the other boy was their own deep, dark secret. It was kind of ridiculous, almost laughable in its way. Even though, if they thought about it, and about the other three boys they had had sex with, that in all probability they had all done it with each other, no-one ever opened up and said so.

It might have stayed that way, if it were not for the unwanted intervention of a fifth person.

It was after practice one evening when things started to unravel. Pete was in the showers with long-haired Angus. There were just the two of them. The rest of the team were long-gone. Pete gave Angus a smack on his wet buttocks and a grope of his wet cock, hoping to get something going, since they were alone together. It was situations like this that usually led to a little horse-play, a little cock-play together. And Pete was feeling especially horny. He could do with a little cock-sucking today. It would be nice to have Angus's mouth wrapped around his knob; it would be nice to feel his cock pumping jism down Angus' throat. And he knew from years of experience that Angus loved to have Pete's cock down his gullet, to receive Pete's copious man-juices!

"Fuck off, man!" was all the response he got. Angus gave Pete a dirty look to reinforce his statement.

"Hey, lighten up!" Pete kidded. "I just thought you might want to play a little!"

"Well, I don't," Angus muttered. "That's the last thing I want."

Pete was astonished. Angus, of all the three of Pete's buddies, was usually the horniest, the guy most likely to be up for some cocksucking or ass-play; the most likely to bend over and let Pete fuck him, or to shove his large cock up Pete's ass if that's what they felt like on that occasion.

"C'mon," urged Pete. "I want to deposit a load. Let me soap you up and fuck your ass!"

"Not interested!" Angus muttered, anger sounding under his words.

"Then I'll soap up and you can do me," suggested Pete, trying to humour him.

"Just fuck off, will you!" came the explosive response. Angus' exclamation echoed off the walls of the shower room even over the sound of the running showers.

Angus stormed off, leaving Pete standing there under the warm water, stunned. He quickly turned off the showers, grabbed his towel, and followed Angus into the locker area.

Angus had dried off and was in the process of dressing.

"Hey, buddy," Pete ventured. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted a little fun. You're always up for it."

"Well not tonight," Angus replied. "Sorry I'm being such a shit, but I've got stuff on my mind.

"Then tell me about it. I'm your best buddy. Maybe I can help," Pete suggested as he towelled off and pulled on his briefs and jeans.

"Yeah, you're my best buddy, so I don't want to get you involved in this. He could make it bad for you, too." Angus looked pained, worried that he had already said too much.

"C'mon," Pete urged. "Out with it! Nobody's gonna fuck with me and my buddies. We're the Four Horsemen, remember!"

"Well …" Angus hesitated, afraid to go on.

"Well what?" Pete demanded.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"You know I won't tell our secrets. Did I ever tell anyone that you and I fool around?" Pete asked.

"Well, no …" Angus stalled again.

"Out with it!" Pete demanded.

"Well, it's sorta like our secret … like a sex secret …"

Pete pressed him: "Go on!"

"Well, I sorta got raped yesterday!" Angus finally blurted out.

"What?" Pete cried. "By who? How sorta? What do you mean? Tell me!"

Angus drew a breath then said, "Calm down and just let me tell it. But you've got to promise not to say anything."

"OK, go on," Pete agreed.

"Well, you remember yesterday when Professor Lovegrove asked me to stay behind after Calculus?" Professor Lovegrove was the teacher of their Mathematics class, a subject that none of the four friends were particularly good at but part of the Science prerequisite that their P.E. majors demanded.

"Yes," Pete said. He had never liked Lovegrove, a man who sneered at athletes, being far from the athletic type himself.

"Well, he threatened to fail me in Calculus unless…" Angus went on, but hesitated again.

"Unless what?" Pete demanded again.

"Unless I took off all my clothes and let him see me naked!" Angus blurted.

"And did you, Gus?" Pete asked.

"Yes," Angus admitted bleakly.

"Then what?" asked Pete.

"Then he insisted that I let him fuck me in the ass!" Angus finished.

"And you let him?"

"Of course," Angus admitted. "Like, it was not as if I'd never been fucked before. You've done me plenty of times, and you've got a much bigger cock than Lovegrove. I can't afford to fail the course. So I let him, so it wasn't actually rape, I guess. I'm a consenting adult. But I didn't really want him to fuck me." Now Angus had opened up, he let it all flow out.

"And afterwards he called me a stupid jock, called me a man-pussy. He said no real man would ever let himself be fucked in the ass. Said no-one has ever gotten his ass and no-one ever would.

"Then he raved on about how he'd overcome conquest and war and famine, and next he'd overcome death. Weird stuff!

"But mostly he went on about what would happen to me if I ever breathed a word. Said he would deny it. Said he would say I made it up out of spite because I was failing Calculus. Said no-one would ever believe me instead of him."

"What an asshole!" Pete declared. "Don't you worry yourself about him. We'll fix him somehow!" he declared.

Pete hugged his friend to him. Neither of them had yet put on their shirts, and holding his friend close like this, skin on skin, Pete felt his cock begin to stir once more.

"We've got to figure out what to do about this guy," he told Angus. "But in the meantime, you want to come back to my room and fool around? My roomie's gone home for a few days." All four of them lived in the dorms, but had not been able to wangle rooms together. They each roomed with guys outside their normal circle. It was the College's method of ensuring integration of different faculties and fields of interest throughout the College.

Angus smiled and nodded agreement, and the two finished dressing and headed off to Pete's dorm room where they undressed again. But it was not until the next evening that any more came of the problem of Professor Lovegrove.

It was the next night that Pete began to formulate a plot for revenge for Angus. Being forever a horny 20-year old, and taking advantage of his roomie's absence, Pete invited Jamie over for a little fun.

"A little fun" on this evening so far had been restricted to sucking each other's cocks, but both knew that that was not all it would be. They were taking it easy, being careful not to bring each other to climax. They were saving that for turnabout fucking later.

It was while Pete was having his dick expertly sucked by Jamie that he carefully broached the question. He didn't want to expose Angus' problem if he could avoid it.

"You ever have any problem with Professor Lovegrove? Sex problems?" he asked.

Jamie recoiled. He left off sucking Pete's big cock and looked up at his friend questioningly.

"How did you know?" Jamie asked, worried.

"I didn't — until now!" Pete told him. "Did he blackmail you into letting him fuck you?" Pete asked.

"Yes," Jamie admitted. "But how did you know? I've only told one other person. Did Robbie tell you?" he demanded, afraid that he had been betrayed by a lifelong friend.

"No-one told me," Pete assured him, trying to calm his fears. "Angus told me the Professor had blackmailed him into letting Lovegrove fuck him. Is that what happened to you?" Pete asked.

Jamie was reassured now, and opened up. "Yes," he said. And I'm not the only one. He fucked Robbie, too. Robbie told me about it when I told him about me. We didn't want to worry you and Angus with our problems."

"Hmm," Pete wondered. "Angus said the guy was talking crazy, about how he'd already overcome conquest and war and famine and how he was going to conquer death."

"That's not crazy talk!" exclaimed Jamie. "That's us he's talking about. He's done three of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Conquest and War and Famine — Me and Angus and Robbie! There's just Death left — That's you! He plans to fuck you next!"

"Not if we fuck him first! You go get Robbie and bring him here. I'll get Angus. It's time for us to strike back!"

And so the fearless foursome gathered together in Pete's dorm room to plan their strategy. With four heads concentrating on the problem, their plan came together pretty easily. It was only after they had plotted out their course of action did they take time to consider what they had maybe suspected all along — that each of them over the years had had sex with each of the others – that there was no need to hide this fact – that they should relish that knowledge and take advantage of the fact that they were indeed a foursome.

And so, for the first time, they set about to play together, not as couples, but as a foursome who already knew each other intimately. Just as four heads were better than one when it came to facing a problem, so it was that four cock heads were better than one when it came to exploring new avenues of sexual fun.

I won't go into intimate details of what the boys got up to that night. I'm sure your imaginations can fill in the gaps, and probably more luridly than I could ever describe. Leave it as accepted that much fun was had by all of our Four Horsemen in preparation for their ride of vengeance.

It was only two days later, during a morning class, that Pete's "turn in the barrel" came. At the end of the morning class, Professor Lovegrove announced: "Mr. Davis: You will meet me in this room at 4 pm sharp today to discuss your progress."

Each of the Four Horsemen knew what this really meant; they also knew why it was to be in this math classroom: the Prof shared his own office with another Prof; and this classroom could be locked from the inside.

When Pete arrived to "discuss his progress" at 4 pm, he appeared to have the room to himself. The Professor had not yet arrived. It was a typical math classroom, pretty barren, actually – about 30 student desks, the teachers' desk, a lectern, a couple of chalkboards and a couple of whiteboards, an overhead projector, and a screen. In a corner on on side, close to the teachers' desk, was a door. Pete knew that this was a large storage cupboard, mostly housing a couple of brooms and a window hook.

The Professor strolled in a few minutes later, very sure of himself, a smirk on his face. He was a rather dapper man in his late 40s, wearing a checked sports-coat, dress shirt with tie, and neatly tailored and creased slacks. He carefully locked the door to the corridor behind him. It would not keep anyone in, but it would keep intruders out!

He sat on the edge of the desk and eyed Pete up and down.

"Mister Davis," he eventually spat out. "How badly do you need to pass this course?"

"I need it very badly, sir," Pete admitted. "If I don't pass, it screws up my whole year. I lose my scholarship. I'd have to quit, sir!"

Lovegrove visibly smirked. "Would you consent to intercourse to pass your course?" He chuckled at his own pun.

"Intercourse?" Pete pretended to be puzzled.

"Sex, boy! Sex! Or didn't you know 'intercourse' is the correct word for 'fucking'?" The Professor was enjoying humiliating his new victim. "I'll put it this way: If you want to pass this course, you will start by talking off all your clothes!"

"What?" Pete played dumb.

"Strip! Or fail!" demanded the Professor.

Mumbling to himself, Pete discarded his clothes, dumping them on a student desk until he stood there naked and defiant.

"Now you are going to bend over and let me fuck your tight ass. What do you think of that?" the Professor announced, hoping to hear Death beg for mercy.

"No big deal. I've been fucked before! And by bigger dicks than you've got in your pants. Why don't you get naked and let me fuck you? I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Pete stroked his cock as he said this. It was already beginning to grow.

"Never!" exclaimed the Professor. "No-one has ever fucked me and no-one ever will!" he stated.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that!" Pete laughed, and at that moment the cupboard door opened and out came Pete's three buddies, all as stark naked as Pete. They surrounded the Professor and held him. He tried to yell for help, but Angus smothered his cry with a hand while the other two fashioned a gag from a cloth they had brought along for just this purpose.

Having gagged the Professor, Jamie and Robbie were busy stripping his pants and boxers off him. They even removed his shoes and socks. The Professor looked rather ridiculous standing there held by two young men, and wearing sports-coat and tie, but naked below the waist, his not-too-shabby dick poking its head out from under his shirt front. It was noticeably aroused, as if this activity were exciting him. Sometimes fear can do that to a man.

"Bend him over the desk," Pete ordered. "Angus, this is your chance to get revenge. Don't worry. The Professor is never going to tell anyone about this. Now that the four of us know what he has done, there is no way he can lie his way out of it if we choose to report it. But you know what that would do to our own reputations. People would always be pointing us out as the guys who got their asses fucked. They'd call us names like the Four Assmen of the Puckered Lips or stuff like that."

Angus' cock was not co-operating. It hung limp.

"Hey," said Pete, "just think about the fun we had last night … and like we'll have again tonight. My roomie's still away." That did the trick. Angus' cock sprang to life.

"Now, Mister Professor Ass-fucker Lovegrove, you are going to get fucked. But we are going to be kinder to you than you were to my friends. I've brought some lube to grease you up a bit so it won't hurt too much. Not only that, Angus is going first, and he has the smallest cock of us all. Not that it is a small cock — just the smallest of the four. If you didn't notice already, it's a good six inches of man-meat for your ass.

"Are you ready for it? Because Angus is, and here he comes."

Angus was positioned behind the Professor, trying to find the man's puckered hole, but he kept wriggling and squirming until Jamie and Robbie blocked him in with their hips. Angus pushed forward, and it was clear from the look of horror on the gagged man's face, and the stretching of his mouth as he tried to scream, that Angus' cock was inside him. Angus stayed still, allowing the Professor to acclimatise to the invading penis. Soon the pain faded from thier victim's face. It was obvious to all that he was growing relaxed enough to accept the cock inside him.

When the Professor had stopped resisting, Angus started moving inside him. He was pumping in and out of the teacher, who was actually beginning to look like he was not only accepting it, but beginning to enjoy it. When Angus eventually came, squirting his cum deep inside the Professor, the man pushed back, as if trying to get all the cum he could inside him.

When Angus pulled out, Robbie didn't have to be encouraged. He had half an inch more cock than Angus and he shoved it into his old tormenter ruthlessly. The Professor at first registered pain once more, but quickly grew acclimatised once more. He was actually pumping his ass back onto Robbie by the time Robbie's cock exploded inside him.

"Did you like that?" Pete asked the Professor, who shook his head negatively. "Tell the truth," Pete insisted. "Did you like that?" This time the Professor nodded his head.

"Then you're going to really like this! Jamie is longer than Robbie and thicker than Angus. And he's going to ram it into you NOW!" And Jamie shoved his big dong into the captive teacher. The Prof gave what might have been a gasp as Jamie's cock drove into him. As Jamie fucked him slow then fast then slow again, it was clear to all that their captive was now really enjoying being fucked, enjoying having his ass full of cum, which was dripping out onto the floor already, and he was about to get a third load. Twenty-year-old guys shoot loads and loads of cum!

Then Jamie's cum joined the other two loads inside the Professor.

Pete removed the gag from the professor's mouth. He didn't scream or cry out for help. He had stopped struggling at all, waiting patiently, almost eagerly, for the fourth cock – Pete's.

"Now you're going to get mine," he told the man bent over the desk. "It's longer and fatter than the other three." He waved his stiff cock in the Professor's face. "Do you like that? Do you want it?"

"Yes," gasped the teacher. "Give it to me. Fuck me with your big dick."

Pete moved behind him, placed his fat cock-head at the Professor's oozing hole, and slammed it into the man, who let out a brief yell, then accepted his fate, in fact, relished his fate. Pete wasted no time, fucking him furiously, until his load of cum squirted deep inside his victim.

As Pete and his friends cleaned themselves up and began to dress, Pete said to the man who had been their captive, who was now free, but showing no indication of trying to escape:

"Now you are never going to tell anyone about this, are you?" The Professor shook his head 'no'. "You are going to pass us all in Calculus, aren't you?" The Professor nodded his head 'yes'.

"Good man! And you understand this was a case of 'turnabout is fair play', don't you?"

"Yes," murmured the exhausted Professor.

"Well, then, if you're really good, one of these days I might give you a chance to turnabout with me. That's a nice-looking cock you've got there, and you still haven't fucked me." He nodded toward the Professor's cock which was very very hard and sticking up from under his shirtfront, dripping loads of pre-cum. The Professor's eyes lit up.

"C'mon, guys!" Pete said to his friends. "My roomie is till away. Let's pick up where we left off last night." And the Four Horsemen, fresh from their latest ride, went off to explore each other further, leaving the Prof busy jerking off, using his copious pre-cum as lube.