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 andmy 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.
