He released my thumb from his mouth and fell to his knees, his face a mix of fear and anticipation. I circled the post and tied his hands behind it with the bandage. When I re-emerged before him, I slid my pants down. I’d already removed my socks and shin guards, and all that remained from the waist down were a pair of Under Armour pants and my jockstrap. My cock leapt out as I slid the jockstrap to the floor. I took off my jersey, stripped myself of the pads and tank I was wearing, then reached down to where the shoulder pads had landed on the floor and put them back on.
The hungry look in Cody’s eyes made my dick even harder. I knew I was a sight to behold, completely naked with just my shoulder pads on.
I closed the distance between us and said, “Open up.”
He opened his mouth. I leaned down, tugged at his chin to make him open wider, and spat in his mouth.
His eyes widened before rolling back, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he rested his head on the post.
I knew he’d fucking love that.
My lips curled into a smirk as I rose to an upright position, letting my cock dangle right in front of his face. I caressed his lower lip with my thumb before sliding it deep into his mouth.
He sucked on it for a bit before I replaced it with my index and middle finger. I shoved them deep into his throat, and Cody went wild. His body rocked against the column and his mouth grew needy, sucking my fingers deeper until I could feel the back of his throat.
I pulled my fingers out and slapped his face with my cock while saying, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me and choke on this cock, aren’t you? You know why? Because you’re a fucking whore.Mywhore.”
He whimpered and whined for my dick. “Please, Rafael. Please.”
“Say it. Say you want it.”
His eyes bored into mine. Then they closed as my cock trailed his face.
“Say it or you won’t get it,” I added.
“I-I want it. I want it. Please.”
“Good boy.” I smiled, then leaned in and licked his lower lip. “Open wide,” I sang.
He opened up, and I slid my cock in his mouth. The little slut took it as deep as he could. He choked on it, so I pulled it back out and said, “Let’s train that throat so you can suck me better than anyone else.”
He nodded and opened his mouth obscenely wide. My hands gripped either side of his head, and I slowly pushed deep into his mouth. It felt so wet and hot. With each thrust, I went a little deeper, and he moaned with delight. My cock head pushed further down his throat and the tears started falling from the corners of his eyes.
I pulled out. “Can you take it, Golden Boy?”
He gasped out, “Yes. Please. Please.”
“Good boy.” I gripped his head again and fucked his mouth. The garbled noises coming from his mouth sounded so filthy. His throat was completely open now, and he swallowed my length with desperation. I fucked his mouth deeper and harder—the tight channel hugging my cockhead and sending shockwaves of pleasure from the root of my dick to the rest of my body. My release was coming. I could feel it.
“You want my load? You want me to shoot my load down your fucking throat?”
He nodded and moaned so loud it bounced off the metal pipes of the locker room, creating a symphony of filth and desire.
“That’s it. Eat my fucking cum, Cody. It’s coming. Eat my fucking load, Golden Boy.”
With a hard thrust into his mouth, I came down his throat and, I’ll be goddamned, but that boy swallowed every last drop. “Good boy. Good boy.”
I filled his throat with my cum until there was nothing left.
I looked down at him. He was the most beautiful, filthy, little slut I’d ever seen. I could feel the tethers of my sanity fray as I gazed at that lascivious look in his eyes. I knew right then and there that Cody Bramble would be my undoing.
I patted the side of his face. “I’m proud of you, Cody. You took my cock so well.” He looked up at me with a smile.
I circled the post and undid the cloth binding his hands. He rubbed his wrist as he looked up at me.
“Now get your ass up,” I said. He did as he was told and rose to his feet. “It’s my turn.”
We pulled off his socks and shin pads together, revealing his pants. He eagerly pushed them down until I said, “Nuh, uh. You know how I like it.”
