Josh the Cumdump - Part 5 and epilogue
by Keith Hernandez
Adam had no sooner stepped away when the rest of the team surrounded Josh. Like hungry Jackals waiting for the Lion to finish his meal, they moved in for their turn. Someone grabbed his arm, someone else pushed his head to the back of the couch.
"Hey...don't do any permanent damage," Adam said, pausing and looking back as his teammates tossed his mangled shorts away. "He's still my boy."
There were some laughs and a couple "OKs" but what happened for the next half-hour was nothing short of an unrestrained gang bang. The football players could sense that there was a bitch in heat that needed bred. Instinct took over.
They were all around Josh, presenting their big hard cocks, flopping around both black and white. All were hard or getting hard. One was seeking his mouth and a hand grabbed his head and wiggled the big dick inside. It smelled and tasted strange compared to Adam's cock.
The cock popped free and Josh made a face, looking up at the heavy-set black guy.
"You like that taste boy? You know what that is?"
Josh shook his head and whined as the funky penis slid back into his mouth.
"That's pussy...you suckin' pussy. Bet that's the closest you're ever gonna come to it, better enjoy it, yo."
Josh didn't have time to think about how dirty it was...being forced to suck a cock that had earlier fucked a girl. Things were kicking into high gear.
Hands pawed at his cheeks, squeezing, slapping, rubbing his sore hole, which was leaking Adam's huge nut. The degrading banter started in earnest and didn't stop.
"Bitch gonna take some serious dick tonight."
"Raw dog him."
"Fuck the straight right out of him."
Josh was draped over the back of the couch, his mouth stuffed with dick. The black guy in his mouth took hold of him by the back of his head and under his chin...he pumped hard and in the next moment he climaxed with a raspy groan. The semen was hot and watery. It tasted gross and Josh gagged and spit it out before gasping for air.
At the same time someone got in his ass. There were hands all over him and he couldn't tell who it was, but they slid in easily. The cock felt okay, not too big, until he pulled on his shoulders and pushed another 6 inches inside.
"Ohhhhhhh my God!" Josh cried and looked skyward. Nothing had ever penetrated him so deeply. He felt it up the back of his spine as the long, thin rod started banging into him. He glanced back and squeaked with each thrust as a light-skinned black kid stabbed his ass over and over again. Finally the black kid stood on his tiptoes and clenched up.
"Fag ass gonna make me pop! Oh! Oh! Fuuuck!" The long-dicked dude moaned before slamming hard into him and holding it as deep as possible before slamming hard one more time and emptying his nuts into Josh's rectum.
It just didn't stop. One guy after another pushed pushed him down into the couch, positioning him into their preferred fuck position, kicking his legs apart or pushing his knees together. However they wanted him, they got him. They bent him over and filled him with one massive load after another.
A couple of the guys were huge, muscle-bound goliaths. They had big boulder-sized glutes and when they started fucking Josh it was an incredible sight. Thick, ripped asses and thighs pounding away like machines, not stopping until the crying slut underneath them had taken another gush of spunk.
They left Josh no choice. He was a cumdump who was there to get fucked raw and filled with meat until he couldn't walk straight. They slapped him in the face with their cocks and laughed...they slapped his ass and gave each other high-fives...they laughed as his buttery ass jiggled with each strike.
Their cocks all felt different at first, but by the fourth or fifth guy, his ass gaped until it was hard to feel anything unless the guy was super hung. Most of them started on his mouth, making him suck before taking his turn. A guy or two walked up out of the dark and used his mouth until they spurted in Josh's mouth.
"Motherfucker has a phat ass! Look at those big-ass cheeks. You gonna be the team cumdump..."
"Bitch needs to swallow. Fucking better not spit out my nut. You hear me bitch? Swallow! Swallow that cum..."
Josh couldn't process that only a couple months ago he was a fairly straight guy just looking to work out. Now a crowd of horny jocks was pulling a train on him. He tried to stand and get away one time but instead he was shoved down roughly and pinned under a guy in a cowboy hat. He put him in his place by splitting Josh's ass apart fucking him extra hard.
"You aren't done until we say so, slut...You hear?"
"He asked you a question bitch..."
"Y-Yes sir," was all Josh could say as cowboy hat guy went to work on his guts with a fat pecker. He pistoned in and out, a thick bush tickling Josh's crack as he worked the kid over. The cock slid across his sensitive ring again and again, making Josh's toes curl and his cries of ecstasy ring out across the clearing.
"Look! Look! The little bitch is getting hard!"
The guys peered around and inbetween the fucking and laughed and jeered at Josh.
"The queer loves it! You love it don't you? Say `yes sir' again fag, say you love it, c'mon!"
"Y-Yes sir...I love your big cocks...unnnnngh...I love it, sir," Josh said, completely broken.
The football team's demands humiliated Josh but he submitted. What choice did he have? And they weren't wrong. His little weiner was hard, stiff as a board even, as cowboy hat guy began to seize and spasm and rut into his ass before delivering a series of punishing, balls-deep thrusts that both thrilled Josh and hurt him.
"Arrrgggghhhh! Arrrghhhh!" The cowboy hat guy's thick meat belched a load of cum into Josh. His hole was wrecked at this point. It had been pounded into a sloppy mess, a sloppy dripping pussy. Gaped and raw and pink.
When it was finally over the team drifted away, leaving Josh dazed. He had bright red hand prints on his ass, and marks all over his body, signs that he had just been on the receiving end of a wild fuck-fest.
He looked around for his flip flops, his shorts, his male pride. He found none.
He remembered someone said Adam had "fucked him female." He was sure that was probably true as he pulled his shirt down and tried to stretch it far enough to cover his privates.
Barefoot, half-naked, and with cum running down his legs, he limped through the remainder of the party looking at the ground and trying to keep the shirt pulled down over his bubble butt. It was hard to walk. He had been made to sacrifice his ass and mouth to the team. More than that, he had been made to sacrifice his manhood. He was the team cumdump. Adam owned him. And now they owned him too.
He finally made it to his car. Adam was nowhere to be found. He sat in the driver's seat and felt the cool leather on his beat up ass as he pulled the keys from the visor and finally fired up the engine.
By the time he made it home, enough cum had run out of his well-fucked asshole to make a puddle on his seat.
EPILOGUE
The team used Josh the rest of the season. They used him to get off whenever and wherever they felt like it. They even took him along on the final road trip. They passed him around the bus, making him give blowjobs. Even guys that said it was "gay" and scoffed at the whole thing eventually got bored or curious enough to pull him into their laps and get some head.
When he went to the gym guys would slap his ass and treat him like a piece of meat. In the locker room he would be forced to give someone a handjob or a blowjob. A communal tub of lube sat in the shower room and usually someone would pull him over, roughly lube him up and then pound out a nut.
Team gatherings and parties always included him. He wasn't treated badly, it was kind of like being the team mascot. As long as it was a mascot you could bend over and breed whenever you wanted.
Josh got spanked a lot. The black guys seemed to love that especially. Bending the white boy over their knees and paddling him always drew howls of laughter as he struggled and cried to get free, his ass bright red. And then down on his knees to relieve the ones that got aroused stiff by the discipline.
After the season the spring semester started, and things got kinkier. Maybe it was because the guys had more time on their hands. They started putting Josh in bras, panties, and high heels. They made him wear garters and hose sometimes. He was always taken into the showers and shaved. It was so emasculating to have big strong men hold you still and shave you bare.
Josh loved the cross-dressing though. It made him feel so girlie and submissive. Sometimes they would make him go all the way--adding make-up, a wig, and a dress. They would parade him around the dorm or take him to a party like that.
He would always end up getting gang-banged on those nights. Sometimes they would be loud and wild and boisterous...they would tear his ass apart and pump loads of cum down his throat, with two or three guys on him all at the same time. Guys jacking off in his face, spraying him with cum and howling as they came. It was almost out of control.
Other gang-bangs were quieter, more restrained, with guys taking long turns one at a time. Josh would usually have a devastating prostate orgasm during these sessions, squirting hands-free like a girl and crying out that he was coming.
The team was possessive of Josh. He was their secret, and no one talked about it outside of the squad. It protected the egos of the jocks, some of whom had girlfriends, even as they used Josh on occasion.
As the year wound down there were a couple final blow-out parties and the team even let some others have a crack at Josh. They sent him over to the baseball house and things got a little out of hand. He went over dressed normally, but he was nervous not knowing what was going to happen.
He had reason to be worried. The baseball team had heard about Josh and admired his ass from a safe distance at the gym. No one was going to make a move on the football team's cumdump, but when they were presented with him as payment for some poker losses, they took full advantage.
They duct-taped his wrists together behind his back and bent him over a couch, leaving him totally helpless. With nothing on but a jock-strap, nine or ten guys then ran a `baseball train' on his ass. They ball-gagged him and fucked him all night long. Josh whined and his eyes pleaded for them to stop each time a new player stepped up to the plate. They ignored him, of course, and just fucked him harder.
They finally cut Josh loose at dawn and noticed a streak of cum where the teen had obviously shot his load during one of the firm butt-fuckings. Dripping seed, he wobbled back to the football dorm, where the team toasted him for helping them out. That afternoon they rewarded Josh by getting him a tattoo of the Franklin Cougar. They put it on the small of his back like a tramp-stamp, which was only fitting.
As for Adam, he started hooking up with the big-tittied girl from the woods. She was hot, submissive, and gave good head. His type of girl.
Adam kept his eye on Josh, but mostly stayed out of the team's high-jinx with the kid and his nice thick ass. Mostly. Every once in a while, when the opportunity presented itself, he would partake. He always went first, and he always made Josh bust. It was like there was some kind of trigger in Josh's cunt. Every time Adam slid in and started deep-pumping, Josh would begin moaning and grunting with every thrust. And in a couple of minutes pre-cum would start leaking, moments before the inevitable spurt of gay boy-cum.
Everyone knew who Josh belonged to, and on occasion Josh would wind up in Adam's dorm room, curled up on the floor or sleeping in a chair. He would suck Adam off, and suck him off a second time in the morning, hoping he was as good as Adam's girlfriend. And wishing he was her.
But he wasn't, and Adam would send him on his way with nothing but a sore jaw and a mouth full of sperm.
When the college year ended and the dorms emptied on move-out day, Josh hung around and was mostly disappointed. Only one guy pulled him into the bathroom and made him suck him off. There were a lot of crude jokes, a few winks...and at the end of the day the team cumdump was left without a team.
Adam fist-bumped him like he was one of the guys and they talked about where they were going next year. Adam had to settle for an FCS scholarship. Josh still wasn't sure if was going to go to college at all. Adam's eyes and masculine good looks melted Josh like always but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just waved as he hopped in with his girl and drove away.
Josh eventually did make his way to a state school far away from Franklin. On the outside he looked like every other college freshman. On the inside he knew he was a submissive cumdump that any alpha male could breed.
But everyone turns over a new leaf, he told himself. And it was nice not to have a dozen well-hung football players pushing their cocks in his mouth all the time. He went to the campus gym and jogged a few laps before heading to the weight machine area.
He got a nice sweat going and then looked up to see an absolutely gorgeous, ripped man in a campus maintenance shirt start working on a broken treadmill. Josh's mouth parted and he stared at the guy's perfect body. He couldn't help but notice the bulge in the guy's jeans. His mind wandered back to Adam's cock for a second.
When he snapped out of it and looked up the hot maintenance guy was looking right back at him...a knowing smile creeping across his face.
THE END
Copyright Keith Hernandez
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