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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry thirteen >
"You're late..."
The kid looked skittish as hell... paranoid, unhinged... clearly on edge... as he stepped feebly inside.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Baker's brown eyes were wet with fear; his husky, masculine voice quavering.
"You're late... did you forget the promise you made me earlier...?"
"I'm sorry! I... I got here as soon as I could..."
"You best say sorry properly, kid..." The man snapped.
"I'm... I'm... sorry... sir..."
The man couldn't tell what's hotter: Baker's body, his hole, the noises he makes while getting fucked, or the pathetic, surprised look on his face every time a cock penetrates him... his pouty lips, the half-open, half-shut eyes. Or just looking at him fully-clothed as he was - baseball cap, hoody, sweatpants... his large, bare feet in a pair of Nike sliders.
The way Baker's body shuddered and tensed up as foreign hands touched his body, molesting the submissive quarterback's hard torso through his clothes... the man tasted the trembling jock's lips for the first time, prying the kid's mouth open with a hungry tongue, hearing a purr involuntarily escape his throat...
"Such a good boy... such a good boy..." The man cooed deeply into the obedient athlete's ear, ignoring the kid's involuntary wincing as he reached around, feeling in each of his hands a plump, muscled asscheek, hard but not without a sumptuously jiggly bounce. He could tell Baker was beyond embarrassed by the novel intimacy of kissing a man... beyond humiliated as his abuser kissed the burning hot athlete, savoring his sweet, hot breath and fat, juicy ass cheeks, feeling the vulnerable jock's beefy, hard body tremble and shake. He knew Baker had no choice but to return to him that night, but he didn't care. He was going to finish what he started earlier that day the proper way. To breed him properly like he couldn't do back at the dungeon less than two months ago.
"Good boy... good boy!" The man condescendingly patted Baker's flushed cheek, seeing the quarterback suddenly shut his eyes tightly, a deep grunt escaping his red lips. His molesting hands, his fingers, finally found what they were looking for. Baker's body jerked and buckled violently, involuntarily, as the man's finger tips pressed against the end of the butt plug lodged inside the quarterback's hole, feeling the tight resistance of Baker's muscled glutes and hungry hole.
"UGHN!"
"Yes boy... good boy... you did wake up feeling dangerous didn't you..." The man pushed on that plug harder. Deeper.
"UGHN! UGHN!!"
"Oh yes, you like it hard don't you, Baker Mayfield..." The man gripped Baker's neck with one hand and slipped his other hand inside Baker's already-sweaty sweatpants, feeling the stiff end of the greasy plug between the quarterback's hard ass cheeks... pushing on it, harder, deeper, harder... faster... feeling Baker's instant hard on pressing against his belly, feeling the jock arch his back and gasp for air.
"There's that whore... no underwear... good boy... let it out, kid... let it out..."
"UGHN! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNN!!!!"
"Good boy... good boy..."
Baker suddenly felt his face slam against the door with a soft arm around his neck as he felt the man twist and pull on that plug, stretch his hole, punching it back in, twisting it, deeper... pulling out to its dull tip before brutally shoving it back inside.
"OH FUCK! UHN! JE...JESUS! FUCK! SHIT! UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!" Baker was writhing on his toes in those sliders and gripping the door frame for dear life when the man tore down his sweatpants, the front of which was already soaked through with precum. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNN!! UGHNN!!!"
The plug was massively thick and wide, but not particularly deep. The sounds it made, slurping its way out of the rookie quarterback's increasingly-gaping hole, the sloppy noise that hole made when the plug got shoved back in... matched the lewdness of Baker's increasingly hoarse and high-pitched wailing as that arm tightened tighter around his neck.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNN!! UGHNN!!! WAIT! WAIT! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!!!!"
"What's this... boy... what's this... naughty boy... VERY naughty boy..." The man wasn't surprised as Baker's body started convulsing wildly, how shrill his whimpers and moans quickly became, how he arched his back as his hole got punched wider and wider open with that plug, or how suddenly cum started spraying against the door when the plug was pushed deeper into that sloppy hole than ever before.
No. It was the trickle of cum leaking out, with every insertion, every gape, every slam back in... more cum would ooze out, wetting Baker's hole.
"Bad boy Baker... VERY bad boy, Baker..." The man ripped the plug out of the orgasming, shivering jock with both hands, leaving the brutalized quarterback quivering against the cummy door... his hoody drenched in sweat. The man stood back and watched Baker writhe and convulse, clearly incapable of controlling his body, as more and more streams of thick cum gushed out of his hole, dribbling down his thick thighs and soiling the sweatpants pooled around his ankles. "You DID wake up feeling dangerous today, didn't you, you little fucking whore..."
...Two hours prior...
"I don't care who the fuck you think you are. I need to see your credentials, son."
Baker was exasperated. He needed to get his bag out of the locker room that night. He had to. He had no choice. The security officer manning the athlete's entrance to the FirstEnergy Stadium's locker room was being a real prick, clearly giving no shits about the Browns or the team's new star quarterback.
"I'm sorry... Mr... Kelly, is it?" Baker tried to read the name off of the officer's badge, trying to make nice with the 6-foot-5 ox of a man in his way. On edge, and running late, the quarterback tried to bypass the tank of a man. "I left it in my locker - I'll go grab it and show you, man..."
"That's OFFICER Kelly to you, punk!" Officer Kelly barked at the cocky little shit. He'd been around enough entitled NFL athletes to not give a damn, body checking Baker as he tried to reach for the door to the locker room. Something was off with this kid.
"UGHN!" Baker was stunned as he nearly fell back on his ass. Of all the tackles he'd been dealt in games and drills, he was shocked by how strong the officer was. Pure muscle. Shockingly-red hair and beard... his piercing blue eyes uncompromising. Baker had never felt so small.
"You're not going in there unattended, kid."
"Fine! If you want egg on your face, let me in there so I can show you my ID," Baker muttered as he stepped aside. "(Asshole)."
"You better be who you say you are, kid."
Angry. disrespected, and on edge, the quarterback... clearly in a rush... waited impatiently as Officer Kelly... annoyed and irritated... painstakingly unlocked the locker room doors.
Rushing to his locker, Baker hurriedly unlocked the metal door and pulled out his credentials from his gym bag, throwing it at the security officer with cock and incensed indignation.
"SEE!?"
The quarterback fell immediately from his high horse as the officer caught his credentials, however, horrified as he watched his duffle bag drop to the floor, seemingly in slow motion, knowing exactly its contents... the only reason he came back in the middle of the night was to retrieve... it.
"Are you a pervert, son?" Officer Kelly surveyed the ghostly-white Baker frozen in front of him as a large, black butt plug rolled out of the fallen gym bag, bouncing on the tiled floor and stopping finally at the toes of his boots.
"You... You... You... you can't talk to me that way...!" Baker stammered. Horrified. He knew he was getting hot... sweaty... he knew his blood was boiling, his cum churning, his hole, quivering. He realized he should've just kept the plug in his hole like the man had instructed earlier... he knew he shouldn't have pulled it out and hidden it in his bag discreetly before showering after practice... Fuck. fuck. FUCK!
"Are you a cocksucker, Baker. Mayfield?" Officer Kelly intoned coldly as he condescendingly read the Baker's name off of the rookie quarterback's credentials.
"..."
"Are you a cocksucker, Baker Mayfield?" He repeated. Colder. More stern. Aggressively so.
"Please..." Baker felt tears filling his eyes. His stomach in knots. "I... I..."
"Show me what you do with that thing, pervert," The officer kicked the plug back towards Baker... barely a whisker of his ginger beard moved as he did so.
"You... you... you're out of your mind...!" Baker stammered as he felt his back against the row of lockers, unconsciously backing away from his imposing inquisitor. His long toes flexing nervously in his Nike sliders. He hated himself... humiliated... knowing full well he was rock hard and dripping.
"You sure about that, Baker Mayfield?" The kid was a mess. Sweaty. Shaking. Eyes darting ever which way to avoid his glance.
"UGHNNNNNNN!" Baker cried out like a little bitch, suddenly feeling through his sweatpants the officer's iron grip on his cum-boiling balls. A patch of wetness instantly formed on the quarterback's tented sweatpants. "JESUS!! UGHNNNN!"
"Surely you want something bigger than that little toy, Baker Mayfield..." The officer suddenly pulled Baker's baseball cap off his head, tossing it aside.
"Let... let go... UGHN... of me... please..." Baker was hyperventilating. He couldn't believe this was happening. In his stadium. In his locker room. After the day he had...the promise he had to fulfill later... He squealed full-voiced as he felt Officer Kelly tighten his grip on his balls, hurting him... demeaning him... "UGHN! OH FUCK! UGHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!"
With a slap across his face, Baker suddenly found himself on his knees. He couldn't even remember what had happened, but he was gripping Officer Kelly's thick, tree-trunk thighs, slobbering all over the largest cock he'd ever choked on. That he could remember, at least...
The way Officer Kelly manhandled him made Baker drip and leak. The way he tore off Baker's hoody, revealing nothing but a tank-top underneath. The man's thighs were like steel columns in the quarterback's hands. The pain of hand pulling on his hair, the struggle to deep throat a long, fat cock, the humiliating pain of a booted foot pressing and stepping on his turgid cock... the surprisingly exhilarating sensation of feeling his tank-top ripped in half and torn off of his sweaty torso... the gagging, feeling that enormous cock slam down his throat...
...
The kid flipped in an instant, falling from a cocky, privileged alpha to a pathetic, submissive cock whore. Officer Kelly didn't care who the fuck Baker Mayfield was. The kid was a punk, and he needed to be punished. The surprise was just how good of a cocksucker Baker was, how his mouth and throat were about to take a brutal pounding...
The sounds that little pig whore made, getting dragged by his hair over to a bench. Baker's tear and saliva-soaked and flushed face, winced and cringed pathetically in fear and lust as he got flung onto that bench on his back, feeling his boxers and sweatpants ripped off of his body with his sliders flying ever which way.
Bending the hysterically sobbing jock in half, with those muscular, beefy legs draped over his shoulders, Officer Kelly entered Baker's pre-fucked cunt. The fat, 11-inch cock rammed into the screaming quarterback's hole with no mercy. Pulling out before the squirming quarterback could get used to his cock's girth, Officer Kelly slammed back in before Baker could even breathe or gasp for more air. Fucking him deep, hard and fast from the second he entered that jock cunt... hurting him, raping him.
"UGHNNN! OH MY GOD! UGHNN! OH MY GOD! OH FUCK! UHGNNNN! JESUS! CHRIST! FUCK! OH MY GOD!!!! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"
Baker screamed, his hands clasped tightly over his eyes in a desperate attempt to stop crying, to not look at his rapist in the eye, to reveal how his eyes rolled to the back of his head with painful pleasure every time the officer bottomed out. He couldn't believe how painful it was, how large Officer Kelly's cock was, how hard and rough he was fucking him... No warm up, no nothing. The hours of having that plug inside him during practice did nothing to prepare him for the officer's long, baseball bat of a cock. Or how deep, how sadistic, the officer was. The pathetic fuck he received earlier that day in no way warmed his hole up for this kind of brutalization.
"UGHNNNN! OH MY GOD! FUCK! UGHNNNN! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"
How hard his own cock was, burning red hot and bouncing in the air and slappy against his abs... how full his balls were... how it felt... cumming on his back hands-free... feeling the degrading pain of sodomy, of the inhuman pounding he was receiving... of the thick, massive cock slamming in and out of his sloppy hole, of his own girlish cries echoing in his own locker room... feeling the officer's large, calloused hands gripping his crossed ankles, fucking him like a rag doll, raising his muscled ass off the bench, finding more and more ways to penetrate him deeper, deeper, deeper...
"UGHNNN! OH MY GOD! UGHNN! OH MY GOD! OH FUCK! UHGNNNN! JESUS! CHRIST! FUCK! OH MY GOD!!!! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" Baker dug his fingers deep into the officer's thighs, his sweaty back arching off the bench, impaled on that cock, his ass still on fire, his ankles and curled toes and feet in his abuser's hands, as a violent explosion of seemingly-endless ropes of cum erupted from his raging, hot cock, just minutes into the officer penetrating him.
The thing was with Officer Kelly, though... he didn't stop. The kid's ass was too good. His screams and whimpers were too good. Everything about the kid was too good to stop. He kept fucking Baker even after the kid shot rope after rope of cum in the air, coating his belly, chest, neck. No. Officer Kelly kept fucking, seeing the light go out of the kid's eyes as delirium set in, his screams turning into hoarse, dry gasps with every anal assault, pounding the jock slut so hard... literally fucking Baker off the bench.
"UGHNN!"
Baker snapped back to semi-consciousness with a pathetic squeal when he landed on the sweaty, wet tiled floor, feeling the sudden, unbearable emptiness in his aching, throbbing hole as Officer Kelly's cock was ripped out during his fall. Gasping for air, Baker pulled himself on his knees, catching his naked reflection on the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He'd never felt so humiliated... so low... seeing his beefy body, drenched in sweat... his face so flushed, the grooves of his musculature coated with his own cum... Seeing that massive officer behind him, still clothed in his uniform save for the obscenely large penis... feeling so small.. so inadequate physically... catching a glimpse of that officer's sadistic eyes... seeing the officer grab him by the back of his neck and tossing him back on the ground, landing with a sweaty, cummy flop.
"UGHNN! OH GOD! OH MY GOD! UGHNN! OH MY GOD! UGHNNN!" Baker screamed when the officer rammed back into him from behind. On his knees and hands, the quarterback felt the officer's steeling girth hit depths of his hole he'd never felt before... consciously, at least. Every painful slam or two, the officer would bottom out, viciously holding his throbbing member deep inside the whimpering quarterback, sending agonizing waves of hot heat and jolting pain throughout every inch of Baker's trembling, leaking body. The athlete's well-fucked hole still manage to spasm and quake when the officer did this... his body thrashing and jerking forward in a futile attempt to escape the torment of sodomy and physical assault.
"Don't you try to crawl away, pussy boy..."
"JESUS! UGHN! FUCK! OH MY GOD!!" Baker felt the sweaty, steamy tiles beneath his bruised knees and trembling hands with every slam, his body pounded forward, inch by inch, foot by foot.
"Ready? Ready, kid? Ready Baker Mayfield?!" The officer would pull out and taunt, barely giving the quarterback a second to breathe, a second of repose, a second of relief from getting his hole stuffed, rubbing that monster cock head against Baker's bruised, wet hole, and suddenly ramming back inside that bruised hole shaft deep again.
"UGHNNNNNN! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!" Baker was seeing stars, so close to blacking out from the pain and humiliation and pleasure, feeling the officer pull roughly on his hair, forcing him to face his reflection in the mirror.
"Come on kid... watch yourself... watch that whore... that's it... you like seeing yourself get pounded? You like the attention? You fucking little bitch..."
"UGHNN! OH GOD! OH MY GOD! UGHNN! OH MY GOD! UGHNNN!"
Baker got fucked across the locker room, literally, feeling the officer's strong hands on his shoulders, gripping him so tightly it left bruises, leaving behind a stream of sweat and tears and cum and precum across the floor, his ass pummeled to the point of absolute numbness. Sobbing and blubbering incoherently like a banshee, the rookie quarterback watched himself in the mirror... just a foot from his face now... watched every motion of his naked body... how he was used... how he was manhandled, raped... pleasured. How his raw, drained cock still bounced with every thrust from behind... how pathetic his expression... wincing in pain, gasping for air... brows furrowed... lips parted...
Baker felt Officer Kelly's entire, muscled body slam into him, harder than before, deeper than before. Then it commenced. Nonstop fucking. The officer jackhammered and rammed into the quarterback so face, so deep... so relentless, using him like a fuck doll with barbarous and ruthless ferocity, fucking him so cruelly, so demeaningly, so savagely... Baker's teary image of his own reflection turned blurry... turned dark. Blackness... leaving him with the sounds of his own shrill screams, the sounds of his hole getting pummeled, the sounds of flesh on flesh... leaving him with the overwhelming sensation of degenerate ecstasy, of humiliating thrill, of blissful perversity.
"UGHNNN! OH MY GOD! UGHNN! OH MY GOD! UHGNNNN!!! OH MY GOD!!!! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! UGHNN! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!! GUHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
...
Baker couldn't remember what happened after that. When he came back into consciousness, he felt so full... so spent... laying facedown in a puddle of his own sweat and cum, as Officer Kelly shoved that butt plug into his hole. The rookie quarterback could feel the officer's cum deep inside him as he winced and yelped, feeling that fat butt plug slip easily inside his gaping hole. He wished desperately the officer would leave... for him to shower... to clean himself... to expel all that cum waiting to squirt out of his hole.
But no. Officer Kelly stood there, watching Baker get dressed, pulling on his sweatpants, unable to find his boxers... Slipping his bare, cummy feet into those sliders, Baker felt the officer's burning eyes on him, and obediently pulled on his torn tank-top and hoodie.
"Get the fuck out of here, Baker Mayfield..."
...
Baker's hands were trembling as he approached the man's hotel room, and even before he could knock, or bail, feeling the cummy butt plug stuffed deep inside him with ever breath, the door swung open.
"You're late..." "I'm... I'm... sorry... sir..."
...
"Bad boy Baker... VERY bad boy, Baker..." The man ripped the plug out of the orgasming, shivering jock with both hands... his hoody drenched in sweat, standing back and watching Baker writhe and convulse, clearly incapable of controlling his body, as more and more streams of thick cum gushed out of his hole. "You DID wake up feeling dangerous today, didn't you, you little fucking whore..."
The kid smelled ripe as fuck. Stripping Baker naked, the man could see the bruises all over the quarterback's body, the hand prints on his ass cheeks, the redness around his ankles and wrists, the soiled, ripped tank top underneath that hoody, the completely worn hole, gaping not just from the butt plug, but from something much bigger and much more sinister. There's that little whore. Such a little whore.
"Bad boy... Very bad boy..."
To be continued...
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