Chapter 4
"Dude, there you are," Josh grins as he holds open the door. He hasn't showered yet. His hair is soaked with sweat, and there's a smudge of dirt on his left cheek. "Let's go."
I nod my head, shoving my phone into my pocket. I follow Josh into the locker room. I'll text Sir back when this is finished. As I walk, my body reacts to what it knows is coming.
A blush creeps down my neck. My dick stirs to life.
Goosebumps break across my skin.
I hear the other players before I see them. Loud voices and even louder laughter. The snap of a towel being whipped. Lockers slamming shut. The smack of a high-five. The scent in the air is thick with sweat, grass, and masculine musk.
Josh takes me by the arm, leading me out of the way as a group of beefy guys push past. They give Josh a nod on their way out, but ignore me. They're all dressed in shirts and sweatpants and the only scent they leave behind is the smell of soap.
Must have been the first to hit the showers.
"He's here!" Josh hollers in a cheerful tone, squeezing my elbow before he gently nudges me toward the middle of the room. Mason perks up when he sees me. He's wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, but has his phone in hand.
The entire locker room stops to look at me. Even the guys in the showers stop washing to look at me.
"Shit, you weren't joking. He really is pretty."
Someone lets out a wolf whistle. The blush crawling down my neck spreads back up to my cheeks. My eyes flicker around the locker room, trying to do a headcount. I get up to eight before I give up and stop counting. I stand there awkwardly, shifting my weight as Josh introduces me.
"So, this is Pretty Boy. If you recognize him from classes or whatever...no, you don't. He's just Pretty Boy tonight. He'll be helping us get the party started."
Mason holds up his phone, grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to take photos and videos. That's okay with you, right? Your Dom said so."
I nod my head quickly. If it's what Sir wants, that's what he gets. Besides, it's not like this is my first time playing porn star. There's the stuff I did with Josh and Mason. And then the whole dirty movie I filmed with Sir and Colt...and the fuck machine.
"Damn, you serious?"
"That's hot."
The reaction is instant, chatter and grins and jeers spreading like wildfire. I might be the most dressed guy in the room, but I feel the most naked. Everyone is watching me and looking at me, waiting for things to escalate.
A guy with a brilliant smile and dark curly hair stands up from the benches. He's tall and built like a brick house. He looks right at me. "Anyone ever tell you that you'd definitely pass for a chick if you had long hair?"
Someone else scoffs. "Not without tits he wouldn't."
There's a round of laughter and then another guy with dark skin strides out of the showers, not even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist. He simply walks around in all his nude muscular glory and raises an eyebrow at me. "C'mon, Pretty Boy. Let's see them. Show us your tits!"
They chant. Josh nods his head, and Mason holds up his phone, already recording everything that's happening. I swallow hard and with shaky hands, obey the demands of the crowd.
Slowly, I take off my jacket and peel off the sweater. More laughs, punctuated by wolf whistles and catcalls. Josh takes my clothes from me as I undress, storing everything away in his locker.
"Leave the panties on," Josh tells me.
When I finally pull down my jeans, the reveal of the hot pink underwear gets the biggest rise out of the team. Out of the corner of my eye, I can already see some of them tugging on their dicks. Towels are getting dropped like hot potatoes. I have to wonder how Josh and Sir arranged this for me.
Surely there can't be that many gay guys on the team? Maybe some of them are bisexual. Or just...curious.
My face flushes with heat. It must match the panties perfectly.
"Holy shit, he's really doing it! Dude, go play lookout. We gotta make sure coach doesn't find out about this."
"Why not? Maybe getting blown would make him chill out for a change."
Another chorus of laughs and jests, but the energy in the room has changed. It's hotter. And sharper. Now that these jocks have their dicks out and they're hard, I can tell they're getting impatient.
"Get down on your knees, Pretty Boy. I've told the team what a great cocksucker you are. Some of them can't believe you're better than a girl. Want to prove it?"
"Yeah," I say, licking my lips and lowering myself to the ground.
The floor is hard and wet, but I feel at home as soon as my knees hit it.
My cock strains behind the pink panties, the only piece of clothing I leave on.
My dick isn't the only thing that's hard.
My nipples are too, and I take them between my thumb and index finger, giving each one a little pinch.
I shiver from the sensation, my mouth falling open with a sudden gasp as I shut my eyes.
"So, we can just...fuck him? For real?"
"Sure can, this slut loves it." That's Mason. He's barely able to mask his glee. "Josh and I double-teamed him, and he couldn't get enough."
"I fuck him almost every day I'm on campus," Josh says. "I'm not gay, but his holes are too good. Real tight. Always eager. I figured he's cool with it and his Dom approves, so why not share this free use slut the rest of the team?"
One of the jocks scoffs. "Lucky bastard."
"No way, this cock slut is the lucky one. Look at him. Playing with his tits and kneeling there with his tongue out, ready to get face fucked. Move. I'm going in."
And then that's it. Things finally get started. There's a hand on my head and a cock shoved into my face. I say nothing. I don't open my eyes. I just open my mouth wider and service the guy in front of me.
"Fuck, that's nice. Thanks, Pretty Boy. Suck it. Yeah, that's right. Suck my cock."
The jock in front of me groans, jutting his hips forward, so he sinks deeper into my mouth. He hasn't showered yet, but I don't care. I accept the stench the same way I accept the way he makes me gag on his cock as he roughly grabs my hair.
"Please tell me someone has lube."
"Don't worry, I got plenty," Josh tells him. "Good job, Pretty Boy. How about you give everyone a quick suck before we fuck you?"
My mouth is too full to reply, but the rest of the team loves that idea. I listen to the shuffle as they line up, chuckling and lazily working their dicks to pass the time as they wait for their turn.
One by one, I taste each of them, slobbering all over their cocks. It's a good thing Sir has trained me up so well. I think of him as I become a service hole for the team.
"Don't stop playing with your tits, you gay little slut. Show us how much you want it."
I moan around the cock in my mouth, but I don't stop. And I stay obedient. As I suck, I play with myself, teasing my nipples. Pinching. Tugging. They turn into hard pink pebbles.
Both my nipples and knees ache as I blow the team. Sucking and licking, practically whining as cock after cock is shoved into my willing mouth.
As I suck them off, they talk dirty. I disgrace and debase myself for their pleasure.
One guy gets close to coming, but another guy pulls him off before he can claim his climax.
Even here, doing this, they act like a team.
They don't allow each other to come. And as they're each denied an orgasm, the room gets rowdier.
There are hands on me now. Holding me in place and pulling at my hair as I service this seemingly never-ending line of dick. I don't know anyone here but Josh and Mason, and nobody else introduces themselves.
That's fine. I don't need to know their names. All I need is their cocks.
"Fuck, you're right. He's great at this."
"Got a mouth like a vacuum."
"What a slutty bitch."
One of the guys lets out a shocked sound. "Shit, is it really okay to talk to him like that?"
Josh steps in then, shooing off the guy I'm currently blowing and taps my shoulder. He'll still not half the Dominant that Sir is, but Josh is getting better and better at it all the time.
"You all right with this, Pretty Boy? Sure you want us to fuck you and film it? You're okay with us sending it to your Dom? You don't mind us treating you like our fuck toy tonight and calling you names while fucking you?"
"Please," I pant, nodding my head and opening my eyes. I look up toward the guy who asked that question. I'm pleading. I'm begging. This is what I want and what I need. To be degraded like a whore and turned into a living toy. Made to serve other men.
"I want it," I croak around. I spread my thighs and touch my groin in my kneeling position, pinching my nipples with one hand and rubbing the front of my pink panties with the other.
I'm leaking. Staining the front of it. Proving just how much I want to be used by the team.
"Please, fuck me. I'm...I'm your whore tonight.
Ruin me. Do whatever you're too scared to do with your girlfriends. I can take it, I promise."
And I'll take them all.
I look up. Scanning the faces of each jock in the room. I act and speak like the submissive little slut that I am.
"Please," I beg again. "Make me your free use hole."