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."
