“Doesn’t it hurt?”
Alfie shrugged. Of course it hurt. His whole backside was on fire right now.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen signs of it. Sometimes your ass is all red. Or even bruised.”
“He’s not supposed to leave bruises, but he gets pretty enthusiastic. He likes to rub off on me while he spanks me until he comes.”
Ryan grimaced. “We’ve been abusing you. We’ve been abusing you, and I’ve been pretending I didn’t know it was happening. Pretending you liked it.”
Alfie stood there for a few moments, doing nothing except breathing while he summoned his courage.
“I did like it.”
“Alfie, your dick is locked in a fucking cage. Why didn’t you tell me that? And don’t tell me you liked it. Come on, Alfie. It’s just—” Ryan turned to face the wall he’d been leaning against and kicked it. Hard.
“Hey, don’t do that. You need that foot to skate. We’ve got a tournament coming up.”
“I don’t care about the tournament. I care about you.”
“Well, I care about the tournament. And also about your foot.”
Ryan stopped kicking the wall, but he didn’t turn around. “I thought we had something between us.”
“Me too. That’s why I worked so hard at not letting you find out about the cage. No one else on the team cares about my dick. Or about making me come. They like that I can’t come, because then it’s not gay or something. What you and I were doing was different, and I wanted it to stay different. I didn’t want you thinking of me as… as a cum dump.”
“I don’t want you tobea cum dump, Alfie. I want you to be mine. But I can’t have you because I don’t deserve you.”
“How do you not deserve me?”
“A guy who deserved you would come out of the closet for you. A guy who deserved you wouldn’t have stood there while twenty-four other guys abused you. A guy who deserved you would have insisted on reciprocating, would’ve known your dickwas in a cage. But I let you pleasure me while I looked the other way on what the rest of the team was doing. What Coachtoldthem to do. What he was doing himself. It’s disgusting.”
“Ryan, stop. I guess maybe you’re going to hate me for this, but I’ve enjoyed this season. I like when Bruiser gets off on spanking me. It’s hot. And I like when the guys tag team me. That’s hot too. I even like sucking off Coach because he’s an authority figure, you know? I like all of it. But most of all I’ve liked spending time with you, and I’m sorry I fucked that up by not being honest about the cage and being kind of a slut.”
“You really like having your dick in a cage?”
“Oh, no, not that part.” If there was one thing he would change, it was definitely that. “But once you and I started fooling around, I didn’t mind as much because you gave me such great prostate orgasms. I never knew I could come that way. It’s pretty awesome.”
It turned out even the cage had its upside. Still, he’d been looking forward to the end of the season when it would come off, though he’d been assuming Ryan would be touching his dick once it came off and now that seemed unlikely.
“But the other stuff you liked,” Ryan said. “So even if I did deserve you, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you. I’m just one guy, and I don’t want to hit you.”
“Not even, like, a friendly spanking?”
Ryan shook his head. “So I guess that’s that then. You can be the team’s… cum dump, and I’ll just fuck off.” He walked away, head down, as Alfie watched, trying to decide whether to go after him but not sure what he could say if he did.
The following week was a slow grind. The team was too focused on the tournament to call him, and Ryan didn’t call either. They saw each other at practice, but they didn’t talk, and as their final game approached, Alfie was left pondering the prospect of an empty off-season. He’d grown accustomed tohaving a bunch of cocks in his ass and mouth, to the constant thrill of chasing new, wild sexual experiences, but seeing how completely irrelevant he became when the guys weren’t looking to get their rocks off started to wake him up from the fantasy he’d been living in.
College was a time for exploring, and he’d had a lot of fun this season doing exactly that. But did he really want to live his life as a cum dump in a cage? Definitely not. He wanted a boyfriend—a hot, handsome, nice boyfriend who would try as hard to please him as he was trying in return. In short, he wanted Ryan. And he was pretty sure he could have him, if he gave up the rest.
The night before the championship game, Bruiser called him over. Alfie hadn’t entirely healed from the group assault in the locker room, but he didn’t complain. He was going to have to ease Ryan into dispensing the occasional light spanking, but for now he would take one final harsher spanking from Bruiser.
Bruiser was in a contemplative mood, spanking him slowly, almost languorously, rocking his hips in rhythm with his strokes while a hockey game played in the background.
“I’m going to miss this ass,” he said, as if already knew Alfie wouldn’t be back next year, and then he laid into Alfie full steam until he came against Alfie’s stomach and Alfie very nearly came himself.
The next night, the QSU Rhinos won the division championship, and the heavy pall that had hung over the locker room was replaced with wild celebration as champagne corks popped and towels snapped and everyone got sprayed and smacked and hugged, including Alfie.
Coach called them all together to hand out MVP awards, and he had a special one just for Alfie.
