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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry fourteen >
Baker woke up alone in the hotel room. Every muscle was tender and sore... with every breath he took, he felt his emptied balls ache, his cock... rubbed raw and spent... his hole... full and plugged. The groggy quarterback could barely piece together what had happened. Broken memories of obscene debauchery, of cumming so many times he'd lost count. Strewn on the bed was his trademark headband, still damp and soaked with sweat and cum. The confused athlete rubbed his tender wrists, red... bruised, one of which still had one of his resistance bands looped around it. The red ball gag next to him triggered something, as bits of that night... that early morning, began to reemerge from his broken consciousness. Baker winced as his hard bicep grazed his swollen, raw nipples. His torso, face, legs, toes, feet... everywhere... covered in dried cum and sweat and spit... with some traces of semen and god-knows-what still fresh and wet...
The quarterback was beyond disgusted with himself. How he'd let that overweight man into his RV, how he caved so utterly, so pathetically... how he let than man fuck him... how he filmed himself on his own phone... letting that man blackmail him... How he willingly showed up in that hotel room, how he let that nobody of a human specimen tie him up... gag him... blindfold him with his own headband... feeding on him... stroking him, hurting him... tasting him... every inch of his body... pleasuring him... for hours.
How... second after humiliating second of getting edged, of crying out... of begging for more. Begging to cum. Begging for the man to bite his tits harder, suck on them rougher... to use him... abuse him... How sensitive every millimeter of his body felt once deprived of deprived of sight, how ever stroke, touch, and slap across his body and face, how every graze of teeth and tongue and lips against his skin and nipples and balls and cock... how heightened the pain and pleasure were... caressing him, biting him, choking him, sodomizing him...
Draining him. The last memory of the night Baker had was the painful, agonizing orgasm the man managed to coax out of the athlete's spent cock and dried balls. The quarterback remembered teeth clamping down on his already raw and bruised nipples, biting them so hard, chewing on them so savagely... the unbelievable pleasures he didn't know he could derive from his nipples and excruciating pain... the man's unrelenting hand stroking his spent and ultra sensitive cock for what felt like an eternity... his own desperate, girlish whimpers and cries and screams echoing in his dull, aching head.
It was then, memories of the door opening, shutting, unlocking, shutting again... slamming close... until no more sounds of locks nor knobs... flooded back into his muddied and tormented psyche. The jock's hazy and confused head was spinning so fast and hard he thought he'd throw up.
"Oh god... oh my god... oh my god..." Baker fumbled over his phone, still greasy with god knows what... Nothing. No texts, no pictures, no videos... Hyperventilating, the trembling quarterback spotted a DVD on the nightstand, next to his phone... labeled with sloppy handwriting in black marker... "Baker Mayfield, 1".
"Oh my god... oh my god...."
...
Hours prior...
The quarterback was beyond consolable, cum dribbling out of his worn hole, his knees shaking, his entire body feverish, his long toes clenching the carpet beneath. How the kid limped to the bed, covered in sweat, bruises... his ass, taint, thighs and calves coated in someone else's cum... how he sobbed, begged, pleaded... how that beefy, sweaty mound of muscled body looked sprawled out on that bed, his soiled legs spread wide, his toes curled and flexed, as one wrist got bound to the bed post with another soon to follow. How pathetically Baker implored... "no more... no more... please no more..." as the man tightened the quarterback's own headband around his eyes. How hard Baker's red-hot, drained cock still was, bouncing in the air, against his abs, as the restraints tightened and his eyes cloaked.
Looking at Baker, his muscular arms stretched wide, his stinky, hairy pits wet and ripe with sweat, feeling that thick, beefy body, tasting the blindfolded kid's sweet lips, his gasping mouth as he shoved his raw cock inside the quarterback's worn hole... feeling that jock cunt, gaping and tightening, sucking and pulsating, quivering and hungrily clamping around his cock. As he'd feared, the kid's muscle ass milked and sucked on his cock so deep, so voraciously, so wet with another man's cum, the man barely lasted two minutes upon entering Baker's juicy, wet hole. He'd barely began fucking the athlete, barely started pummeling Baker, when the quarterback wrapped his muscular, long legs around his fat waist, pulling his abuser in deeper, his beefy torso writhing like a whore, his back arching deeply off the mattress as his innermost, darkest cravings and desires took over.
"UGN! UGHNNN! YES SIR! YES SIR! UGHNN! FUCK ME! UGHNN! FUCK ME!!! UGHNN!!! CUM! GIMME YOUR CUM! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!"
The man, upon hearing the kid's hoarse cries, smelling his intoxicating, dirty musk, feeling the smoothest, hottest, wettest hole he'd ever entered, feeling the jock's thick, powerful body beneath his own... feeling Baker hungrily taking over the pace of fucking... feeling the bound and blindfolded quarterback clasp his ankles tightly behind his abuser... impaling himself... fucking himself. The man lasted barely two minutes inside Baker's ravenous hole and body before dumping his load inside the crazed, delirious quarterback.
"UGN! UGHNNN! YES SIR! DON'T STOP! PLEASE! DON'T STOP! YES SIR! UGHNN! FUCK ME! UGHNN! FUCK ME!!! UGHNN!!! KEEP FUCKING ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!"
The man was drained, irritated with himself that he'd shot his load so quickly, but Baker's pathetic, desperate pleading... how sweaty his beefy body looked, how it writhed and moved, how the kid spread his legs as wide apart as possible, how his muscled arms looked bound to the bedposts... how the quarterback's red cock, with a dribble of precum leaking out, stood turgid in the air, bouncing against his abs as the boy deliriously, lewdly gyrated his body against nothing but thick, hot air, seemingly riding an imaginary cock with his long toes digging into the mattress as he moved like a bitch in heat, his red lips agape, those white teeth clenched... gasping for more, more, more...
Touching the kid's beefy muscles, licking his nipples, biting them, chewing on them, devouring every nuanced musculature... tasting his sweet lips, feeling his moans escape his throat as fingers pried open the quarterback's sloppy, opened hole, feeling the pulsating hotness of Baker's hole as another finger, another, and another, slipped inside the writhing jock's ass, one overflowing with two thick, cummy loads... The man waited... torturing, pleasuring, molesting Baker, edging his cock harder and harder, biting him, slapping him, hurting him... Hoisting those long muscular legs over his shoulders, licking Baker's stinky feet and toes as all five fingers disappeared into the insatiable, buckling mound of trembling muscle and girlish whimpers.
"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!!"
"God damn your hot piece of ass, kid..." The man was surprised, shocked... seeing the quarterback's arch deeply and suddenly feeling Baker's hot, wet hole open up even more... gaping... feeling his fist disappear into that hole... hearing Baker's sudden, desperate, blood-curdling shriek as that hole tightened around his fist, sucking on it, inhaling it... throbbing hot, wet heat around it. The kid's cock swelled harder and harder in his hand with every prod and push of his fist inside that glorious ass as the athlete clasped his ankles behind the man's neck. The quarterback was screaming so loudly, so whorishly while getting fisted - his long, sweaty toes flexing and curling in the air - that the man had to gag him with a red ball gag."Holy fuck kid... holy fuck..."
"(UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!!)" Saliva dribbled from each corner of the quarterback's gagged mouth as he sobbed and howled, feeling the man's first probe deeper, harder, faster... hearing his own gaping ass fucked open ruthlessly with a fist...
The man waited... refusing to pull out of Baker, refusing to stop punch-fucking the buckling, meaty muscle jock, refusing to stop stroking his still-turgid, still-dripping cock, until he finally heard the door open and shut behind them, until another load was finally pummeled out of the quarterback's raw and red cock. The man had never felt a hole quiver like this, never felt a body thrash about so uncontrollably, so violently, as Baker impaled himself deeper and deeper, covered in pools of sweat and fresh semen, whimpering and crying as his legs shook in the air, experiencing the most intense, abusive and denigrating anal orgasms of his life.
Baker's body couldn't stop quaking even after the man had withdrew his fist, withdrawing with a wet, sloppy plop and leaving the swollen lips of the quarterback's hole heaving with craving, emptiness, and insatiable hunger.
"(UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!!)"
...
"Oh my god... oh my god...." Baker's hands were trembling so hard he dropped the DVD, limping towards the TV and struggling to breathe as his shaking fingers finally managed to pop the disc into the DVD player. Collapsing on his knees in front of the giant screen, Baker saw the back of that overweight man approaching the door, demonstratively opening it. The near-hysterical quarterback clasped his mouth with both hands, smelling unfamiliar and rank debauchery all over his palms and fingers, as he cried out... seeing his unmistakable image appear on the other side of that open door, seeing his image on screen, clad in a Cleveland Browns' baseball cap, hoody, sweatpants... his feet bare in a pair of his Nike sliders.
The clear, colored footage was taken from a high angle at a corner of the room, capturing every inch of what transpired in that room. Every frame that the jock's broken psyche had desperately tried to black out was right there in front of his swollen, red eyes. All Baker could see of the man was from the back... seeing that man touching him, kissing him... seeing himself get slammed against the door, seeing himself getting choked from behind, his sweatpants pooled around his ankles, seeing that butt plug - the one he'd painfully shoved inside himself after Officer Kelly had brutally fucked him in the Browns' locker room - get pulled out and slam back inside himself as he braced the assault on his long toes against the door.
"Oh my god... oh my god.... oh my god..." Baker was frozen. On his knees. Gasping, hyperventilating, into his hands, on the verge of sobbing, as he watched ropes of cum gush out of his cum and splattering against the door, seeing cum dribble down his thigh out of his sodomized hole. "Oh my god... oh my god.... oh my god..."
Baker didn't remember the man putting on a leather hood, revealing only his burning eyes and hungry lips. Watching himself limp towards the bed, Baker flushed red and hot seeing the now-hooded man stripping him naked with every step. Seeing that man tie each of his wrists on the headboard of the bed, seeing his teary face... his wet, red lips mouthing something over and over and over as his sweaty headband got tightened around his big wet eyes. Hesitantly, the quarterback pressed the volume button on the TV and regretted instantly his action. His rosy, sweaty face instantly turning white as he heard his own pathetic, hoarse voice blast from the speakers.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE... SIR! PLEASE... PLEASE!!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE SIR! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE GOOD! PLEASE!!!!!!!"
Baker thought he was out of tears... But no... the quarterback cried out, hyperventilating... shaking with horror and regret as he watched that man position himself between his legs, slowly entering him, fucking him, kissing him... breeding him... fisting him. Baker could not believe what he was seeing... hearing... reliving every second of getting fucked, getting fisted... seeing his legs sprawled out like a whore as that overweight, hooded man punch-fucked his hole.
Baker thought the humiliating torture was over... but no. He must've blacked out after that man had pumped another load out of him. No. Baker didn't remember that door opening and closing as he ejaculated with a fist shoved deep in his already sore and worn ass.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck... oh m god... fuck... FUCK... FUCK!" Baker clasped his mouth in horror as he watched the hooded man pull his fist out... backing away from his own sweaty, cum-covered, quaking body... as a second man entered the room pulled on yet another hood, revealing just his burning eyes and greedy, bearded lips. And another man, and another... and another... another... all hooded and slowing encircling him, each observing lecherously his naked and soiled and sweaty body, writhing and shuddering from the pleasure and pain of getting fisted... each watching Baker's turgid, beer-can of a cock bounce with pre-cum leaking out as his athletic, muscular body convulsed with post-orgasmic sheen. "Oh no... oh fuck... oh my god... oh my god... oh my god..."
...
Baker was a pathetic sight, wreaking of sex and oozing depraved perversity. The man didn't know what was hotter... being inside Baker, groping him, fucking him, jerking him, tasting him, licking him, fisting him... making him scream like a whore in heat... or watching other men have their ways with the bound, blindfolded, and gagged quarterback, as he observed under the camera, out of frame, in that hotel room.
He almost felt bad for the second man, who barely managed to flip the limp and unconscious muscle jock over on his stomach, unbinding the quarterback's wrists from the bedposts in the process, in order to shove his cock past Baker's glorious mounds of glutes into that broken, wet hole. That second man didn't seem to care though, nor did the third or the fourth, each immediately slamming their dripping cocks into the blacked-out quarterback, each pounding away as fast and deep as they could and barely paying attention to the rest of Baker's beefy, jock body, using the quarterback as just a hole... just a cum dump, fucking Baker so hard and fast that the only sounds he could hear were Baker's fat, muscular ass cheeks slap against each man's hips and the sloppy sounds of penetration. Without fail, deep, guttural grunts quickly escaped each hooded man's throats as one after one deposited their load inside the comatose jock whore before each disappearing with a slam of the door.
It was the fifth man... with the biggest black cock the man had ever seen in person, that elicited a moan from the hazy, gagged jock. Seeing Baker's thick, athletic body gradually stir to life, hearing low moans slowly grow in volume, seeing the whore of a kid spread his legs wider and wider, hearing the moans turn into grunts, watching Baker arch his back as he emerged from unconsciousness, the muscles on his thick arms taught and flexed as he gripped the edge of the mattress, his face still buried in the bed but hearing that gagged grunt quickly escalate into girlish cries as Baker pushed back his ass to meet every inch of the big black cock, his legs kicking behind his rapist and his long toes curled tightly.
It was with this fifth man that everything devolved into sheer, depraved chaos, with even more and more hooded men entering the hotel room. This man bound Baker's wrists behind his back before flipping the sweaty, trembling jock on his back. Pulling Baker's meaty body to the edge of the bed and positing the kid's long, muscular legs over his shoulders, the man began jack hammering into the squealing quarterback mercilessly as others watched, fucking Baker so hard and brutally as he removed the blindfolded jock's ball gag.
"UGHNN! FUCK ME! OWW! UGHN! OWW! FUCK! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!!! UGHNNNN! FUCK ME! UGHNNNN! FUCK ME! UGHNNNNNN! CUM IN ME! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! UGHNNNN!!! CUM IN ME!! UGHNNN!! OH GOD! OH GOD! SHIT! FUCK! OH GOD! CUM IN ME!!!!!!!! UGHNNN!!!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At some point, the helpless Baker lost his voice, only able to utter dry gasps and whimpers, but his raw, aching cock remained hard, as man after man fucked him, used him, and stroked him until more jock cum spurted out of his red, swollen cock. The man watched Baker get fucked and dragged across the room, spurting cum and dripping sweat and saliva across every inch of that room... The man watched Baker take everything and anything the men decided to do to him like a submissive little bitch with his wrists bound behind his back the entire time.
Baker, on his knees and whimpering and moaning like a bitch as he got railed from behind and sucking on another cock; Baker pinned against the window as he got bred; Baker bent over the desk as men took turns shoving their cocks deep inside that jock ass; Baker getting dragged by his hair to his knees and get face fucked by three cocks; Baker, face down ass up, inconsolable and sobbing as he took a brutally large black cock as he licked dirty boots; Baker, on his knees, forced to lick and suck on dirty, hairy pits; Baker get slapped, spit on, and thrown back on his back on the bed by his sweaty hair before men fought to fuck that jock hole; Baker screaming dry screams and whimpering girlish whimpers as he got fucked like a whore with his legs trembling unctrollably in the air, with mouths and tongues devouring every inch of his body from head to toe; Baker, his cheeks flushed crimson and red, swollen lips agape, as another load gets pumped out of his aching cock and balls; Baker, gasping in surprise like a whore in heat, as man after another shot their loads on his face and his sweaty, muscular torso, as others continued to plow him missionary, his long toes curled tightly over each man's shoulders; Baker, manhandled and positioned over another big black cock, his muscles strained with his bound wrists, as he began riding that big black cock like a good little whore boy; Baker, howling, screaming, sobbing, begging, as he fell forward, feeling a second cock snake inside his already-full hole, feeling all the cum leak out of his broken, used hole, as the man underneath him held him tightly in place while the second cock snaked itself inside the quarterback's broken hole and began to slam into that opened, gaping jock cunt.
The way Baker's body thrashed and writhed... how the quarterback managed to take everyone's cocks... eat their loads, service each man's sadistic whims... how Baker's body looked... glistening with spit and sweat and cum... how red his beer-can cock was... how hard it still was when one man left after another... how, with his wrists finally unbound, and on his back, the kid desperately gripped a greasy cock in each hand, pumping them furiously and revealing every nuanced musculature of a quarterback's arms as he wrapped his long, beefy legs around the man fucking him, gagging and slobbering over yet another cock fucking his throat... how dribbles of cum leaked out of the quarterback's turgid, red cock and shriveled balls... how the expert cock whore managed to get four cocks to cum inside and on him - with him - at the same time before finally passing out again.
...
Robbed of his sight, Baker barely recalled suffocating under the weight of all the still-clothed men. But here he was, watching himself in a thick puddle of sweat and cum, his ankles crossed above his heaving, muscular chest, his knees pinned against his sweaty, ripe armpits... Here he was... folded in half and fucked like a whore with a line of men waiting for his ass.
The hysterical quarterback felt his ass gape and ache... empty yet somehow full... watching a long, black cock seesawing into him without an ounce of consideration or courtesy, feeling the dull trauma in his ass all these hours later...
Baker couldn't breathe. His entire body was numb. In shock. The blacked-out memories of the door opening, shutting, unlocking, shutting again... slamming close... until no more sounds of locks nor knobs reentered in his ruined psyche. The blacked-out memories of pain, of his own cries and hoarse screams... the blacked-out memories of cock... inside him... in his mouth... the blacked-out stench of cum... of men... of pits... of ass... of balls... of feet... more cum... more cock... all flooded his senses. He couldn't feel anything other than the sensory memories as he watched himself as the sole bottom slut in a gangbang for hours upon hours. He couldn't smell anything but cum, couldn't taste anything but more cum.
There were men. Not just the one. Not just the second. Baker lost count. Still on his knees... he eventually had to turn off the sound... but couldn't stop watching what had happened to him as every word and sound flooded his memories... what he'd done. Every second of it. Until the last man left him as limp and unconscious as the first man had found him.
Staring at the blank, black screen minutes past the end of his night of vile and depraved debauchery, feeling the tingling numbness of his body, of his fingers and toes, finally subsiding as he stared at that blank, black screen, Baker winced as he finally felt the pain of confinement, finally realizing he was hard this whole time from watching himself like this... realizing that his ass was full... full of cum and plugged with his butt plug the whole time he was watching himself service everyone like a submissive whore... finally realizing the pain in his groin, his balls, his cock... Baker's throbbing, turgid cock was struggling to burst out of a stainless steel cock cage. Locked. Tight.
A new message suddenly popped up on his phone.
"See you in a month, Baker Mayfield."
"Oh no... oh no... oh NO... oh FUCK! OH FUCK!!!!"
Baker felt the steel cage encased around his cock, and the cock ring at the base of it around his cock, just tight enough to allow for some hardening of his cock but definitely not enough room for him to achieve full erection. The harder the quarterback tried to free himself from the chastity device, the harder his cock swelled. The feeling of hopelessness and throbbing humiliation washed over the athlete at the verge of a nervous breakdown. The harder he breathed, cried, and weeped in bitterness and anguish, his ass seemed to suck on and pull in that stubborn butt plug deeper and deeper.
Literally finding himself in the middle of a panic attack, Baker felt dizzy as he tried to breathe. On his knees on that soiled, carpeted floor in front of that blank TV screen, the quarterback felt his body tremble... quaver uncontrollably... every aching muscle tense... contracting and flexing with every shallow breath... as he tried to breathe, his knees shaking so hard he had to grip the damp, carpeted floor- drenched in sweat and cum and god knows what from himself and all the men - with his white-knuckled fists for support.
"Oh no... oh fuck... oh FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
A wave of abject shame and humiliation washed over the trembling athlete. On all fours, every shallow breath Baker took drew that butt plug in, his wet, sloppy hole contracting with every muscle spasm, with every uncontrollable quake of his body. His thick, muscled glutes contracted and flexed without his consent, sucking on that plug, milking that plug... fucking himself with that plug.
Baker couldn't move as he held himself there. Hot heat emanated from his hole to his clenched fingers and curled toes. He saw himself from every angle - in the mirror and the window and the black TV screen - with revulsion, his back arched so deeply, his ass up in the air, his head strewn back... that cock cage. What's happening? What's happening?! What the fuck is happening?!?!?!?
With a sharp breath, the hyperventilating quarterback suddenly felt his body spasm out of control... his balls ached... his cock pushing at the unforgiving limits of its new cage... that plug throbbed so deep inside his cummy hole.
"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNN!!!!!!!!" Between gasps and sobs, Baker squealed as wave after wave of hot heat swirled through his bruised, muscled body. He fell backwards, feeling that plug push against one of his ankles, his body writhing, sweating, as he gripped his raw and swollen pec and tit with one hand and clasping his mouth with the other hand to stop himself from screaming too loud. "UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNN!!!!!!!!"
Baker writhed on the plug... fucking himself wildly, deeply, subconsciously wishing the plug was longer and can hit him deeper. The pain of confinement around his cock and balls... the helplessness... the hopelessness...
Wetness.
Streams of clear cum squirted and oozed out of Baker's locked cock. Stream after stream. Then rope after rope erupted violently as the quarterback began riding that butt plug against his ankles harder and faster, with wild abandon as he moaned and cried and screamed like a caged beast. Covered in a fresh coat of sweat, feeling an unknown, humiliating pleasure overtake his jock body, feeling the seemingly-unending wash of orgasm pulsating agonizingly through every hole, every pore, every finger and every toe... Baker fucked himself... impaled himself... pinching his sensitive nips and crying into his clenched fist as cum overflowed from his plugged hole and dribbled out of his caged cock...
To be continued...
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