“Our freshman year,” Max explained to the rest of the locker room, “we had an equipment manager—what was his name, Bruiser?”
“Fuck if I remember. I doubt I even knew it at the time. Just your basic cum dump.”
“Right. Whatever his name was. Point is, we had our own personal cum dump, and it was awesome. Hey,” Max said, waving at Alfie, “put your phone number on the white board.” He stared at Alfie until Alfie went over and did as he’d been told, sort of sleepwalking through the motions because he felt certain he must be in a dream, though whether it was a wet dream or a nightmare, he wasn’t sure.
“I didn’t know you were gay,” Ryan—whose name was actually Ryan—said as Bruiser used his phone to take a picture of Alfie’s number. “Last year you had a girlfriend.”
“I’mnotgay,” Bruiser said with a shrug, sounding unconcerned about whether or not anyone thought he might be. “But my dick’s equal opportunity, and I fuckinglovespanking a plump ass. Can’t go all out with a chick or I’d break her.”
He was going to break Alfie. Alfie could see it already. He didn’t want any spankings from Bruiser, and it wasn’t fair that Coach had said Bruiser could give him one whether he deserved it or not. Except Coach was probably right about him always deserving it. Even now, as humiliating and terrifying as the last ten minutes had been, his dick was once again trying to escape from its cage.
Only Max and Bruiser took down Alfie’s number. The rest of the team seemed uncertain about the situation.
“What if he doesn’t want us to use him that way?” Ryan asked. He had a lot of questions for someone who’d claimed not to have any interest, and it was annoying the way he kept addressing those questions to everyone except Alfie himself. Alfie opened his mouth to answer, but Bruiser beat him to it.
“He wants it. Just look at him, standing there with his mouth open dying for someone to shove a cock in it.”
The entire team turned to look at him, and suddenly Alfie wished they would go back to ignoring him. He shut his mouth. He didn’t know what he’d been about to say anyway. On the one hand, he wouldn’t mind sucking Max’s cock. Or Bruiser’s either, though he worried that Bruiser’s cock would be as big as the rest of him. But on the other hand…
He wasn’t sure what the other hand was actually.
Oh, right. The other hand was that he wasn’t a nameless cum dump. Except there was his phone number up on a white board so that anyone on the team could call and asked to be serviced, and when he looked at it he saw that someone had erased his name and written the words “cum dump” in place of it.
“You gotta figure there’s no other reason for him to take the job in the first place,” Max said as he slammed his locker shut. “It doesn’t pay in money, you know.”
Bruiser laughed. “Only pays in cock. So let’s make sure he gets his due.”
Max laughed back. Around the room other snickers sounded, and as the team filed out onto the ice, a few of the guys hung back to take a picture of Alfie’s phone number. Including, he noticed, Ryan.
Chapter 5
Alfie was staring at his phone when the text came in. He didn’t have anything else to do since he couldn’t jerk off. Porn wasn’t much fun when you couldn’t get anything out of it, and it never took him much time to get his homework done.
The remainder of the school week after that hideously embarrassing scene where Coach Brady told the team they could use him as a sex slave had ended with regular practices. Sure, he’d been clunking around in a cage, but no one except Coach Brady knew that, and he’d been careful not to get caught peeking into the shower. Other than that, it’d been a normal week.
Then Friday night they’d had a game, which they’d lost, and the team had gone out for drinks after, though no one had invited him. Now it was late Saturday afternoon and he was staring at his phone thinking that all that ruckus with Coach’s announcement and having to write his number on the board had amounted to exactly nothing when the text came in.
“Yo, it’s Max. Be at my place at 8. Bring condoms.” Followed by an address.
Alfie stared at his phone for a while, but no additional texts came in. Not even the word please. Just a stark command with all its suggestion. What should he do about it? He could text back “no thanks.” Or something ruder than that. Or he could ignore it.
Or he could pick up some condoms and go.
Max wanted to fuck him, which wasn’t an outcome he’d expected from becoming the QSU Rhinos’ equipment manager but only because his aspirations had been nowhere near that high. He’d hoped to catch a faraway glimpse of Max’s cock, not to see it up close and personal, not to have it actually in him. So while Max’s invitation was neither polite nor romantic, itwas still an opportunity to do what he would rather spend his Saturday night doing than anything else he could think of.
He walked to the drugstore for condoms, then called a Lyft and had it take him to Max’s place. It didn’t seem like he should be the one paying for both the condoms and the ride, given that he was the one providing a service, but then he remembered that Max would also be providing a service in the form of delivering a hard cock to his ass, so he decided not to make an issue of it.
Max lived on the second floor of an apartment building not far off-campus. At least it wasn’t a frat house. Just him and Max, having a sexy Saturday night together, hopefully without any roommates. Alfie rang the bell, fidgeting nervously on Max’s welcome mat, which read “FUCK OFF” in big block letters, as he waited what seemed like an eternity for Max to open the door. From inside, he heard a raucous burst of laughter, which meant maybe Max did have a roommate, and then the door swung open almost violently.
“Hey.” Max was wearing a pair of cutoff sweats that hung low on his hips. His maximally developed chest was bare, his super-toned calves were bare. Even the lower halves of his powerful thighs were bare.
Alfie swallowed.
“You got the stuff?”
Alfie held up the bag from the drugstore. He’d bought lube as well as condoms because he wasn’t sure he trusted Max to know they needed lube. Max seemed awfully heterosexual.
“Excellent.” Max grabbed the bag with one hand and waved Alfie in with the other. “Coach would kill us if he found out we were fucking raw.”
