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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry sixteen >
The kids ass felt as tight and hot and wet as Officer Kelly had remembered. Kudos to the whore quarterback, though, for swallowing all the screams and grunts and girlish whimpers the officer knew that quarterback wanted to cry out in full voice as he suddenly and immediately took to a merciless pounding.
Officer Kelly could feel Baker's hole open up, feeling the quarterback's hot , wet breath in his hand, feeling the slut athlete arch his back and spread his legs, taking the brutal anal assault and clearly loving every second of it, feeling the jock back up on that big, veiny cock, squeezing down on it, milking it... feeling that expert, hungry hole sucking on it and opening up for more every time the officer bottomed out. Baker's breathing became so shallow, so fast, so erratic... his muted girlish whimpers higher and higher in pitch... Officer Kelly could feel the hungry boy's body literally quake and tremble and shake from the inside out as Baker got impaled and railed over and over again. He knew Baker was close. Riding that edge. So close... just after a minute of getting fucked. The officer couldn't see, or gave a shit about, Baker's precum filling, soaking and dripping out of his jockstrap pouch... He knew what the kid was after. What a fucking whore.
"(Not so fast, you little faggot whore... suck my cock... suck it...)"
Officer Kelly's steely, cold eyes were met with Baker's fiery, confused and ravenous gaze as the officer ripped his massive cock out of the quarterback's cunt and turned the quaking athletes around. Why would he stop fucking me? Why? Why? Why?
"SUCK. ME. FAG."
"UGHN!" Baker cried out in full voice as he felt the officer's hand slap him across his cheek, feeling powerful hands on his shoulders as he got shoved down on his knees.
"If you want more cock in that pussy of yours, you suck this cock, BAKER MAYFIELD."
"(UGNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!!)" Baker gagged and choked on the officer's cock, his eyes welling up with tears as his fucked-open hole gaped in the steamy, sweaty air of that tiny bathroom.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"We're ready for you, Mr. Mayfield..."
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"One... One second! (Ughn!) ... One minute, guys!!" On his knees, between breaths from sucking a fat, veiny cock, Baker managed to choke out a voice as normal, as deep baritone, and as masculine has e can utter. He thought it was all over. The reality of his predicament, his perversity, his depraved addiction, sank in immediately.
"(Taste your cunt, kid, taste your pussy... show daddy how much you want it... show me how much you want it in your faggot cunt... come on... suck it... suck it... Prove how much you want in in that boy pussy...)"
"UGHNN!" Baker coughed and gagged as Officer Kelly suddenly withdrew his cock, feeling the officer's hands on his shoulders, turning him around to face the door, on his knees. Baker shrieked silently into his own hand, clasped tightly around his wet lips with the other hand pushing against the door, bracing for impact as that giant cock slammed back inside his hole with a painful, sloppy thrust. "(OW!! JESUS! UGHN!! SHIT! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!)"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"We're ready for you, Mr. Mayfield! Do you need anything?"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"One... One second! (Ughn!) I'll.. I'll be (Fuck!! UGHN!!!) right with you guys!!!!! (JESUS! CHRIST! UGHNN!!)" Baker managed to choke out these words as he felt his ass stretched open and fucked ruthlessly once again. How his voiced managed to sound so in control, so deep, so masculine, so alpha - while getting plowed from behind - he had no idea. The athlete just wanted the officer's cum... to fill his hole fill with cum... to fill the ecstasy, to feel the indescribable elation, the high, of getting bred. Baker was pissing so much precum his jockstrap was completely soaked and overflowing. A puddle of the quarterback's precum formed on the steamy bathroom tiles between his muscular legs.
Officer Kelly could feel Baker working overtime, feeling that jock pussy gape and swallow and hoover desperately on his cock... hungry for cock and cum and more... Such a selfish little cunt.
"UGHN!!!!!" Baker literally fell face first into the door, slamming into it as Officer Kelly shoved his cock in so deep inside the quarterback it made Baker scream bloody murder, hurting him at his deepest, most neglected point of his demented sexuality the quarterback's body instinctively tried to jump off that monstrously large cock, his body's reflexive reaction to get away from the pain, and penetration and forced intrusion.
Such a pussy boy, the officer watched a panting Baker, in pain and panting with a pathetic grimace, gripping his broken pussy with both hands after collapsing into a sweaty heap against that door. His soaked, jock-strapped crotch leaked everywhere between his legs.
"(SUCK.)"
Baker was literally on the verge of sobbing from the hurt, from the humiliation, from the anxiety of everything... the knocks on the door, the faint voices next door, the pain from his bruised hole, the emptiness of his hole, the fullness of his balls, the struggle of his cock pressing against that cock cage as it tried in vain to grow harder and harder... The taste of his own ass on the officer's fat, veiny cock... His head was spinning so fast Baker thought he'd faint.
"I'll (UGHN!!!) I'll be (UGHNN!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! SHIT! UGHN!!!) right with you guys!!!!!" Baker, who was barefoot and lost his cap and sliders ages ago, felt the officer's hands grip the back of his sweaty head, the pain of brutal hands pulling on his hair, the fullness of a monster cock lodged deep in his opened throat, feeling the man's body suddenly buckle and shake, feeling rough, bushy pubic hairs against his nose and lips and hairy balls slapping against his chin, hearing a deep, sonorous exhale, as rope after rope, after rope, after rope of thick cum shot down his throat.
("UGHN! UGHNN! UGNN!!!!)" Baker felt like he was drowning. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Gagging and falling back off of that erupting cock, the quarterback felt spurt after spurt of cum... cum gushing out of that monster cock onto his tongue, on his lips, on his nose, on his face, on his jersey... everywhere.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Mr. Mayfield?"
"I'm... I'm... I'm coming... one sec, man..." Baker swallowed as much of Officer Kelly's cum as he could as he cried out, nursing on that erupting cock for as long as he could before the next knocks came pounding against that door.
"(You remember this cock when your out there, faggot...)" Officer Kelly whispered into Baker's ear as the quarterback began wiping the cum off his face with his arms and struggling to stand up to cleanup off in the sink, frantically washing his face and arms clean of all that thick, pungent cum. "(You come right back for more of this cock, you hear, you little faggot.)"
"OH GOD! OH FUCK! JESUS OH SHIT! UGHN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!" Baker saw his own eyes roll to the back of his head in that bathroom mirror, with the water running on high, as he felt Officer Kelly giant, hard body behind his, feeling the thick, muscular arm wrap around his neck with the other hand clasped over his mouth, feeling the officer a cummy, turgid cock snake its way back inside his exposed, gaping hole. Baker couldn't believe his own image in that mirror. Sweaty and soaking through his jersey, his hair sopping wet, his face... red... covered in cum...
The officer held his turgid cock inside the quarterback, as deep as their position would allow, watching the light go out of Baker's eyes in the mirror. The quarterback was on the tip of his toes, his hands gripping the edge of the sink tightly as that cummy cock started to pull out and slam back inside that jock cunt.
"(UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!)"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Mr. Mayfield?"
"(You feel this cock inside you during that press conference, faggot... you feel me inside you... don't you forget how it feels, pussy boy... You come crawling back to this cock after... you got it, faggot? Prove to me how much you want cum in that pussy of yours... You come crawling back for it, kid...)"
"(UGHNN!!! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!!!!)" Baker cried into his rapist's hand, choking back screams as he turned the water in the sink even higher, spreading his legs wide like a whore in a dive bar, his bare foot somehow finding the handle of the toilet to create even more noise in that tiny bathroom in a desperate attempt to drown out his own buried whimpers and screams as the officer suddenly began slamming so deep and hard and brutally into his hot hole. Baker was seeing stars and could feel his own precum, seeping through his jockstrap, splattering all over his bare thighs, calves and feet with every slam of the officer's cock "(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!!!!!)"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Mr. Mayfield?!?!"
"(Get the fuck out of here you little faggot...)" Officer Kelly suddenly withdrew after a few last painful, ruinous slams into that horned quarterback, giving Baker's plump, muscular ass cheeks a few hard spanks. "(You come crawling back for this cock, you hear me clearly, faggot? Prove to me how much you want this cock back inside you...)"
To be continued...
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