Chapter 5
"Get off your knees, Pretty Boy."
Josh helps me up, but he only does it so he can direct me over to the bench. I know what's about to happen. What Josh, Mason, and the rest of the team want from me.
They want my ass. They want to fuck it. To finally bully their way into my hole and use me until they get off. I'm already a mess. There's spittle all over my mouth, and my eyes are watery as I assume the proper position to get fucked.
Hands and knees.
I wiggle my pink pantied ass in the air before Josh pulls down the fabric, revealing my puckered asshole. The guys are hungry for me. They can barely keep their hands to themselves as Josh drizzles lube along the crack of my ass and uses his fingers to shove it inside.
"Are you really sure he'll be able to take us all?"
"Damn right he will," Mason answers. "This slut is one kinky bitch. He lives for this free use shit. He gets gang banged on the regular."
"Shit, let me at him first. I'll get him ready for everyone else. I've done anal before," one curly-haired guy says. He takes the lube from Josh and coats his erection with lube. I shut my eyes, blushing intensely, and my thighs already quivering as I wait to be taken doggy style.
I feel like a bitch in heat. A beloved pet that Sir's loaned out for breeding.
"Please," I whisper as Josh uses two fingers to prepare me. I moan. I arch my back, begging with both desperate words and my slutty body. He fucks his fingers into me, but doesn't find my prostate. I'm left a whining bitch when he withdraws his fingers from my ass.
Mason comes over, still holding his phone, and draws the panties back up to cover my hole. He stretches out the fabric, and when he lets it go, the elastic strap almost feels like a light spank as it releases.
I feel the wet spot on the front of the pink lace get wetter.
"We're gonna leave those on," Mason chuckles, "you look way too hot right now."
"Fuck, he's prettier than any girlfriend I've ever had." The curly-haired jock steps up behind me. "Ready for your first cock, slut?"
He grabs at my skinny waist, his powerful hands holding me in place while his bulging dick drags along the back of my thigh. He pushes the fabric of the pink panties aside to access my hole, but my feeble dick stays trapped behind the lace.
He paused to direct a question toward Josh and Mason. "Do we gotta wrap it up?"
"No, he's clean. And coach makes us all get tested regularly, so we're good all around," Josh answers.
"Thank fuck. Time to turn him into a come dump."
"Ah!" I cry out, my eyes shooting open. I pant as he slams his cock into me. He has a monster-sized dick. My fingers curl against the steel of the bench as he thrusts slowly in and out, giving me a few moments to familiarize myself with his meaty girth.
Though the mercy doesn't last for long. After a few more thrusts, he picks up speed. I claw desperately against the bench, arching my back and moaning as he rams in and out of me.
"This bitch is noisy...can we shut him up?"
"Fuck yeah, dude. Let's do it."
A jock with light brown skin comes to my front, grinning wickedly as he holds up a jockstrap. The pungent odor hits my nose well before the gear is shoved between lips. It muffles my cries as I'm fucked from behind.
"There we go. That's it. Take my cock, slut. You love this? Love getting fucked by jock cock? Bet this is what you were thinking about the entire time we were on the field."
Since I can't speak, I take to nodding my head enthusiastically as he reams me.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, unable to watch as the rest of the team leers at me.
I'm worried about coming too soon. Usually when I get banged, Sir makes me wear a cock ring to put me in an extra slutty state of submission. It helps keep me focused. And eager.
Denying my pleasure until I've let plenty of other men use me to sate their dark lust might seem like a special type of torment, but I actually like it.
But there's no mercy tonight.
If I come early, well, tough shit. I'll still have to service the team. This won't stop until I've taken a load from each of them. I'm all theirs. Right now, I only exist to get them off. I'm just a toy, and my only worth is in how tight and warm my holes are.
"Fuck, that's it. Stupid slut, get stretched out. Take my big fat cock in your slutty ass."
He's going to come soon. I can feel it. I moan behind the sticky cotton of the jockstrap. The smell is stuck in my nose, and the taste buried down my throat. Sheer masculine victory. That's all I can smell and taste. And everything I hear is the vile things the jocks say to me.
Yet there's nothing they can say or do that'd make me want to stop. I want this. I need this. Need to be fucked and filled. And more than anything else, I need proof.
Both for myself...and for Sir.
I blink open my eyes and look directly up at Mason. And the eye of the camera on his phone. Sir is going to see this later. My Dom will watch as the team fucks me raw. Being used and degraded. This is exactly what Sir has trained me to do. Embracing my inner slut and accepting my gay desires.
This is what both of us want.
I can't disappoint him. Or betray myself. I might want to show off for Sir and put all my training to good use, but tonight is also about proving to myself that this is the life I want for myself.
That I want to submit...and that I need to be shared to find happiness.
I look into the camera and beg with my eyes. Give it to me. Make me take it. Don't stop. Never stop. Needy tears trail along my cheeks.
"Look at how pretty he looks. Letting himself get fucked and degraded by the team. Wish we would have had him for the full season."
"Shit, that would have been awesome."
"Our own personal locker room bitch."
"Better late than never. And c'mon, hurry it up, dude. My balls are going blue over here!"
The curly-haired jock picks up the pace. Within a few more thrusts, he's unloading into me. Hard. Hot. I'm filled with his seed, and when he pulls out, it dribbles down to my bunched up balls.
One cock. One load of come taken. This is just the beginning.
I'm not left empty for long.
Within seconds, another jock takes his place. He grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head back as he pushes aside the panties, only far enough to get his cock into me. I cry out, choking on the jockstrap as he bullies his way inside, my ring stretched out wide to welcome him.
"Fuck that bitch."
"Make him take it!"
My throat bobs as I bare my throat, my scalp burning as I endure the second fuck of the night. This jock won't last the distance. I can already tell. He's too eager and horny, ready to come within just a few quick thrusts. What he lacks in stamina, he makes up for in sadism.
His thrusts are fast and brutal. One hand in my hair and the other striking where my thigh meets my ass. I squeeze my ring around his dick on purpose, delighting in the way he comes so soon that the rest of the team ribs him for it.
I've barely had the chance to register his shot of come in me, or revel in my minor victory, before I'm reminded of my place.
"Flip him around."
"Yeah, I wanna see those boy titties."
I murmur nonsense behind the thick wad of sweat-soaked cotton in my mouth as I'm repositioned. A sea of arms reaches out, swiftly turning me around and pushing me down onto my back.
"Anyone got scissors?"
"What, why?"
"I'm gonna cut a hole in his panties."
My eyes widen, and I glance over toward Josh, but he doesn't have any objections to that idea. He's touching himself, lazily tugging on his cock while he takes a few photos of me in my new position.
Flat on my back on the bench. My knees pulled into a spread eagle position.
Pinned down and held open. Utterly, hopelessly defenseless.
I take shallow breaths through my nose as the jock wields the small pair of scissors, carefully sniping at the fabric until I feel air against my hole.
"There we go," this nameless jock grins down at me, his grin sharp and his eyes full of hunger. "This little nerdy come slut is open for business."
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I don't know how many guys have dumped a load in me. I lost track after the first few. With the jockstrap still shoved in my mouth, all I can do is moan and mumble behind the cotton. Or bite down on it as my body is used with brutal efficiency.
Blinded by the rush of victory, the team doesn't have any qualms about making me their bitch. Right now, I'm nothing but a hole to fuck and a toy to torment.
This group of immature jocks aren't as good at fucking me as the strangers and Doms at the Bear's Den are. They rarely hit my prostate, but what they lack in experience they make up for in boundless enthusiasm.
And coordinated teamwork.
I'm used to serving other men and being used without regard, but trapped between all these college guys and their endless vigor is really putting me to the test. I'm starting to understand how Sir must feel trying to keep me satisfied.
"Fuck, how is he still so tight?" the current jock in me grunts. "Someone pass the lube."
When he pulls out, come gushes out. It soaks the bench, leaving me in a wet spot as they continue to hold me down. There's two separate guys at my legs, each other keeping me wide open. Josh comes by with the lube and squirts some more into me.
"Play with your tits, Pretty Boy. Show the camera how much you love it when we treat you like you're our girl."
I nod my head and with trembling hands, I rub at my nipples. Arch my back. Curl my toes. The jock from before thrusts into me again, and he picks up the pace, ruthlessly chasing his own pleasure with no consideration for mine.
Though I'm getting closer and closer. Close enough that I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it back. They might not be directly hitting my prostate, but every so often they rub against it, and my entire body lights up.
I'm overly sensitive and enjoying myself too much.
"Dude, hurry up. We can't let coach catch us like this."
"Yeah, c'mon. He'll tan our hides. Or kick us off the team. You know how he is, doesn't even like us dating. He'd lose his mind if he found out about our locker room slut."
He fucks me faster and faster, eventually shooting his load into me, but he's barely stopped coming when he's pulled off and the next jock in line sticks his dick into me.
On and on it goes.
I'm almost ashamed to admit it. The vague sense of danger. The thrill of racing against an invisible clock. Their coach could come back at any moment and discover me desecrating the locker room by being the team's free use gangbang toy.
While the jocks are having their fun, something tells me their coach wouldn't take so kindly to these types of shenanigans. Not from the way they've spoken about him. Both equal parts fear and reverence.
I don't have to worry about that with Sir.
He's going to love watching me get used like this. Maybe we'll even watch it together. I get mean with myself as I think about my Dom, pinching at and twisting my nipples until tears leak from my eyes. That spark of pain is enough to push me over the edge.
With Sir on my mind and an extra thick cock in my hole, I orgasm. It takes me, and the team, by surprise. The jock inside me gasps as my ring clamps down on him, immediately milking his climax.
I shake and shudder, shouting behind the soiled jockstrap.
"Did he...did that bitch just come?"
"Fuck, he did. Came untouched like a whore."
"What a subby little gay slut. What's he even doing going to college? Should just be getting paid to give it away."
But money isn't why I do this. The only payment I receive is in come. I'm left boneless. My mine goes fuzzy and my body turns to jelly. I go loose. There's no more complaints about how tight I am after that. I'm able to take cock after cock without another lube break.
Josh comes over to brush my sweaty bangs away from my forehead. "You're doing real good, Pretty Boy. Your Dom is going to be so proud of you. Fuck, this is so hot. Thanks for letting us do this to you."
I try to speak, but the jockstrap silences me. Mason reaches over and finally pulls it out. I can't help it. Once my mouth is freed, I'm crying out in a high-pitched voice and start begging for it.
"Please, fuck, please. Fuck me, please. I need...I need your come in me."
"Don't worry, come slut. You're getting it. Keep being our good little team whore. Take my cock, needy bitch. Take another load like the come dump you are."
"Ah, please!" I beg again, sounding like a broken record as the guy inside me bottoms out, the rim of my asshole stretched wide around him.
It doesn't matter that I've already come and there's no more physical pleasure in it for me.
My mind is in a blissed out state even if my cock has gone soft.
Useless and trapped behind the pink lace.
Taken and used. Dominated. Degraded. And shared, of course.
The team's victory celebration doesn't end until everyone's had a turn with me.
..and until I've come one more time. With the eye of the camera phone held right in front of my face to catch each slutty sound out of my mouth and every expression I make while Josh and Mason finally dump a load of their hot, sticky come in me.
It's only after I've satisfied the jocks that I'm helped into the shower. All evidence of the wild degradation washes down the drain.
Well, most of it.
Josh stuffs the ruined panties into the back pocket of my jeans.
I might be Sir's submissive, but tonight I was the football team's girl.