After getting some supplies, yes!

Ultraboy smiled as he replied that he'd be there soon in his civilian attire. His phone dinged not long after that with a picture that made the young superhero blush, Pleasure had sent him a picture of his erect cock dripping with pre-cum. Ultraboy smiled and blushed even harder as he sent back a message saying he needed to get some supplies and then he'd be there.

Bryce quickly made his way to a chemist that he knew and trusted and bought three tubes of lube, hiding them in his bag before heading to the local supermarket and grabbing two cases of energy drinks. After that, he took a cab to the location that he had been sent by Pleasure. After paying the cab driver, Bryce whistled at the size of the building, it was almost mansion size.

Texting Pleasure to let him know he was outside, Bryce casually leaned against the wall and waited to be invited in. Not too long after that, Pleasure opened the door, Bryce gasped as he recognized Paul, a new member of the swim team that had just joined the school. Paul smiled and grabbed Bryce by the jacket, pulling him in and shutting the door behind them, trapping Bryce up against it before capturing the blushing young man's lips in his own.

After a good minute, Paul broke the kiss, leaving Bryce breathless. Once Bryce recovered, he blushed even harder as he told Paul what he'd brought and about how hard he came after he'd recovered from being fucked goofy earlier. Smiling, Paul looked at Bryce and told him that he'd come back home and did exactly the same thing, he jerked off in the shower thinking about dominating Bryce again.

Paul led Bryce up to his spacious bedroom, explaining that his dad lived elsewhere and that this was Paul's place, explaining why Bryce hadn't seen him on campus. Once they were in the room, Paul asked Bryce to strip, Bryce, complied immediately, showing submission to Paul by looking at the floor after taking off every item of clothing.

"****, fetch the lube from your bag and bring it to me!"

Bryce blushed but complied, bending over in front of the dominant young man, exposing his taint, clean and freshly waxed. Turning to his Dom, Bryce looked down at the floor, his hands out in front of him, with the tubes of lube present and correct.

"Strip me, my ****."