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(...previously...)
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Where is it?! Where is it?! Where the fuck is it?!
Ryan was covered in sweat. Fresh from the gym, the jock boy rifled through the bin underneath his bed holding underwear and socks. It's not here. It's not here...!
Since that weekend in the city... the bus... that night in the truck, the jock boy had tucked away the butt plug, only allowing himself to only grip with his hands once in a while when alone, feeling it's massive girth and its heaviness, smelling the remnants of his ass and strangers' cum on it. In the few moments of being alone between classes and workouts, or in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, Ryan would suck on it, taste it... feel his hole and cock throb and quiver... before shoving it back inside the bin, burying it with his socks and underwear.
...
Where is it?! Where is it?! Where the fuck is it?!
(...now...)
Seriously. Where the fuck is it?!?! Ryan was going out of his mind. Between drills, practices, classes, training, the gym, matches... all the jock boy think of was the missing butt plug.
Somebody took it. Somebody has it. Somebody knows.
Ryan would get hard as he obsessed about the missing toy. He would sweat. His neglected hole would quiver. His toes would curl in his sneakers. His nipples would turn rock hard. Cum would boil in his balls. His face would flush red.
Somebody knows. Somebody knows.
Ryan was losing his mind. He was so horny all the time. He couldn't stop thinking about the butt plug... obsessing about its massive girth, its smell... as his hole quivered and his cock throbbed. He started jerking off every morning in the shower, then every night as well. Luckily for the sex-starved jock, his daily schedule kept him sweaty and active, and every chance he had he'd steal an alone moment in the shower or the toilet stall. He started masturbating before class, then after workouts, and sometimes during the day between basic training, drills and wrestling practice. Any chance he had, he would try to drain his full and overflowing balls dry - futile attempts at quenching his dark perversity and and locking away his sadistic cravings.
He'd mastered cumming silently. No more girlish whimpers and screams. No more moans. No more begging. He was too afraid to finger himself, to pleasure that throbbing, perfect boy pussy... Under the hot flowing water or straddling a toilet, he'd shut his eyes, bite his lips and stroke furiously, maybe a few flicks of his sensitive nipples if he was in a time pinch, and In just a minute, if not less, Ryan would squirt fresh loads of jock cum out of his sore and rubbed-raw cock - always ropes and ropes and thick and creamy, no matter how many times he'd already cummed that day - dulling his thirsty body of lust and cravings just long enough to get through the next few hours of the day without popping a boner.
...
Instead of baseball, the jock was advised by the military academy to join the wrestling team after acing his physical exams upon enrollment... Fine. He couldn't hold a bat anymore without trembling anyway, without his knees buckling, without carnal memories of Coach, without tasting Coach's feet and cum, without feeling Coach's cock unloading inside his jock hole while Sam's cock spurted cum down his throat, without his hole gaping achingly wide, without wanting to get on all fours, arch his back, without begging for it... without desiring Coach to lube up their special bat, to inhale and suck on Sam's size-15 feet and long toes - their stinky, sweaty, masculine scent was like poppers to the jock boy - as his cum-filled hole relaxed and engulfed the fat tip of their special bat...
No. Life at the military academy and classes were otherwise going fantastically. Training was going well. Wrestling was going exceedingly well. The 19-year-old cadet managed to focus so hard on repressing his desires that he excelled during all the moments outside of the cum-covered shower or toilet stall. His cock and balls would get sore and raw from jerking off, but he'd ace every drill, pump more iron, run faster, jump higher, win more matches. His body became so lean and cut, even thicker and harder that the jock boy surprised himself once in the mirror, which he almost always avoids.
Nobody could even begin to guess the turmoil burning within the new star cadet. Ryan was so charismatic and gregarious, and exceedingly ruthless on the wrestling mat. The jock was an animal. No holds barred. A total alpha. Strong. Skilled. Dominant. Unbeatable. His opponents and training mates would've thought him to be a complete asshole if not for his affable charm, country-boy grin and intoxicating lovability off the mats.
The night after the blond jock was voted unanimously by his coaches, trainers and teammates to become captain of the wrestling team, Ryan laid in bed, hearing his barrack-mates snoring. It's been a month since the butt plug disappeared - three months since that debauched weekend. Although he managed to cum five times that day already, the jock trembled in bed - dead awak e- as the deep abyss of his sex-crazed and paranoid mind took over, reliving every moment of that weekend, every smell, every taste, every painful penetration, every degrading insult, every hand on his throat, every cock, every man...
...
A week later...
Ryan was spent. Completely covered in sweat. Every muscle in his body hurt. He was panting, gasping for air to the point of passing out. Everyone was watching. Pictures. Videos. Hooting. Cheering. Clapping.
The referee held the jock's arm up, exposing his sweaty pit. A hard-fought second win for the jock boy that day and a step closer to winning the NCAA championships.
...
(three hours prior)
Ryan stood out from the rest of the team. Even though everyone was dressed in the same black sweats, carried identical gym bags, had similar short, cropped haircuts, something about Ryan stood out from the rest of his teammates. It's not just his physical perfection, either, which was apparently evident despite the wrestling team's baggy sweats. The guys naturally gathered around him, followed his lead, laughed at his jokes, smiled when he beamed, listened when he gave a quick, bro-y pep talk as team captains do, getting his teammates fired up.
The middle-aged, overweight janitor noticed the jock boy as he and his teammates emerged from the bus one by one, making their way towards the gym and the visiting team's locker room. On days like this the janitor was glad nobody ever seem to care or notice his presence...
There was just something about him. Something... raw. Sexual. He wasn't taller than the rest. He wasn't even the most muscular or cut, believe it or not. Sure, the blond hair and rosy cheeks stood out, but he wasn't the only boy on the squad with that corn-fed complexion and coloring. Something about the way he walked. The confidence. The masculine swagger. The all-American cheeky smile. The beautifully-symmetrical face, at once boyish and rugged. The big blue eyes. The sexy way an alpha behaves in a pack of betas and followers.
The janitor couldn't put it together. As one fit wrestler after another from the military academy passed by, he could only see Ryan. His cum boiled only for Ryan. His cock swelled only for Ryan.
There was just something about him. The boys smelled fresh as they passed. Some of soap, some of deodorant, some of body spray, old laundry. No. When Ryan finally walked by... the janitor felt radiant heat emanating from the jock's body, an undeniably intoxicating and masculine scent that combines boyishness and manliness. Sweetness and pure sex. Honey and cum. Apples and ass.
Quietly mopping and doing god knows what in the periphery of the locker room, the janitor's cock throbbed even harder when he watched Ryan strip for his weigh-in. Even in a room of collegiate athletes in various stages of undress, the jock boy stood out. Wearing nothing but a tight pair of black briefs and black Nike slides, cockily joking with his teammates, bro-ing out with high-fives and low-fives, the 19-year-old's perfect physical proportions and symmetry, the wide shoulders and thick chest, well-muscled arms with a hint of veins underneath that beautifully smooth, skin covered in just a fine coat of blond hair, those tight, tight, tight abs... all eight perfectly sculpted and defined, the deep V drawing your eyes down to his veiled crotch. the slim waist, the tree-trunk legs and muscular calves... the long toes tapping and wiggling impatiently.
No. It was when Ryan kicked off his slides and stepped barefoot onto the scale, his back towards the room, that the janitor gasped. The jock boy's ass. Two massive mounds of jock muscle, barely contained within those briefs. The boy's white skin and the outlines of his cheeks stood out even more in contrast with the black fabric - clearly the jock stores all of his body fat in his ass.
Mesmerized and transfixed, the janitor watched Ryan step off the scale, seemingly in slow motion. Once again, cheeky banters, bros being bros, jocks being jocks. The boy's charisma was damn infectious. The janitor resumed his mopping, reciting the name "Ryan Ford" to himself over and over.
"Oh gosh! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" A deep, masculine voice with a Souther drawl snapped the janitor out of his lustful stupor. "Let me help!"
Ryan had accidentally kicked over the janitor's bucket and array of mops and cleaning supplies. Dropping his gym bag, the jock boy immediately started picking up the items he'd knocked over. "Let me let me!"
The janitor was speechless. Still in a trance over just watching the jock boy do his weigh-in and marveling over his perfect body and ass, here was the jock himself, still wearing nothing but his black briefs and Nike sliders on his feet. The janitor could feel the heat and smell the boy's sweet, muskiness, the masculine sexiness so ripe and funky, so intoxicating and downright filthy dirty. Before he had time to respond, Ryan was on his knees, hastily refilling the bucket with the cleaning supplies he'd upended. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention... but here... See? Just like before!"
The jock boy was fucking adorable. His chaotic and frenetic attempt at tidying his mess was, to be honest, quite pathetic (in a way teenaged straight boys often are when it comes to these things), but the sight of the 19-year-old wrestler on his knees, his muscles so toned and lithe and lean and thick and meaty all at the same time; the jock had lost his Nike sliders at some point during this and is now crawling around barefoot, and the janitor swears he could smell pure animal sex raging from every pore of this straight jock boy, from the top of his head down to his crotch and to between his toes and bare soles as he reached for spray bottles and re-rolling paper towels.
"Thank, thanks..." The janitor lost his words when the jock boy looked up from the ground, on his knees holding up the bucket for the older man. The boy's big blue eyes were shiny with sexy cockiness, combined with the most innocent, crime-absolving grin the man had ever seen, as if he's asking, `Did I do a good job?'. No. What stopped the man from saying more, from shaking the boy's hand in thanks, or even sneaking a pat on his shoulder or back as the jock hurriedly slipped his Nike sliders back on before disappearing behind a row of lockers... No. What made the man stop dead in his tracks was the split second Ryan bit his lower lip. Together with his alluring, sexy scent, the way he looked on his knees. Fuck. He couldn't be. There was no way? Other men had said the cocksucker was an army boy, but the janitor thought the dog tags were just for show. A catered fantasy only. Or was it?
Their physical resemblance was certainly similar, but to be fair, it was nearly pitch black in the hotel room that night, save intermittent flashes from phone cameras. Men were practically fighting to shove their dicks down that boy's throat, and during the janitor's brief minute fucking the boy's throat, that hungry cocksucker was already covered in piss and cum from head to toe, his eyes shut tight against the dribbles of cum and piss, with those full lips wrapped around his cock. No. Ryan couldn't have been that submissive whore, could he? But the way he bit his lower lip, just like that boy'd done in that split second when a camera flash went off... swallowing cum and awaiting the next man to service. But how that boy whimpered and screamed, squealed like a little bitch. Could he be? Could this jock make those sounds? Do those things?
The locker room quickly cleared for the first bracket of matches. The janitor disappeared behind the row of lockers as Ryan had done just minutes prior, hoping for a strewn about jock or sneakers or socks or something. Nothing. Damn. These army boys are tidy. As he about to head back to work, the janitor spotted a locker without a lock on it. Could it be?
Upon opening the locker, the man was struck by that sexy, boyish smell tainted by locker room funk and delicious musk. It is. Clear as day, on the bag, read: `FORD, R.'. With trembling hands, the man grabbed the Nike sliders that clad the jock's bare feet just minutes ago. Inhaling deeply, the man was immediately leaking precum. That scent. Oh fuck, boy. Does that hotel slut smell like this when all the piss and cum are washed clean? Fuck!
The man lost his discretion as he rifled through Ryan's gym bag, pulling out both sneakers, smelling the insides of each deeply. Size thirteen. FUCK. The smell of a man. That's a man. Not that slutty cock-sucking boy whore that everyone used that night. No. This was pure jock perfection. Crazed with his new obsession, the man found a pair of white tube socks. Still sweaty. Funky. Warm and damp. Damn this kid. And of course, the black pair of briefs. The man couldn't believe it. There was no way Ryan went commando for his match... or did he? The briefs nearly made the man cum right then and there... was this what his hole smells like? His taint? His balls? His cock? Piss? Precum? Cum?
Unable to contain himself, the janitor slipped Ryan's socks and underwear into his pockets. He couldn't wait to catch the jock stud in action on the mats.
...
Could it be him?!? The janitor was amazed at how rough and aggressive Ryan was on the mat. He could spot the blond jock from across the gym, despite the head gear and amidst all the scantily-clad athletes mauling at each other. Wearing a tight, FILA-cut singlet, the straight jock boy easily demolished his opponent, physically overpowering him in every way. How Ryan moved. Swift. Lithe. Agile. Flexible. Powerful. In control. Alpha. Dominant. How his body looked in that military grey singlet. How perfect the muscles from arms and legs looked when strained. How glorious that ass looked, in the air for all to see, as the jock boy pinned down his opponent for his first win of the day. There was no way this was the same submissive, cock-sucking, piss-drinking, cum-swallowing whore in that hotel room. No goddamned way.
In his pockets, the janitor caressed the jock's black briefs with one hand and socks with the other, wondering just what the beautiful boy is wearing underneath the sweaty singlet. The janitor couldn't resist as he took a quick whiff at Ryan's briefs. The jock was surrounded by his teammates and coaches and trainers. The janitor knew he had to get close to the jock again somehow. To smell him again, especially covered in sweat. To see up close what he's wearing under that singlet, or maybe he'd shower and change between matches. He'd for sure shake his hand this time, to use that moment to feel his heat. Shit. Where'd he go?
The locker room was still empty. Ryan's locker was as the janitor had left it. The bathrooms were clear. Nobody in the open showers. Damn it. Where the fuck did that kid go?
...
"OH SHIT!!!" Ryan froze in a panic when he heard the door swing open behind him. The janitor couldn't believe his eyes. There he was. The perfect all-American jock, on his knees inside the locked storage closet with his sweat-soaked singlet pulled down around his slim waist and exposing his perfectly-sculpted torso. The muscles on his beefy arms bulging as his hands desperately tried to stuff a raging hard cock back inside his singlet as he reluctantly turned around to face his intruder. The boy's nipples were hard and red, his full pecs and tight abs glistening with sweat and heaving deeply. The frazzled jock boy was beet red with embarrassment and shame as he knelt there, hands covering his still hard cock that refused to be stuffed inside his singlet. "Shit... So... Sorr... sorry... I..."
The janitor was silent.
"I... I... don't... know... what to say..." Ryan stammered. He looked deliciously adorable on his knees like this.
The janitor closed the door when he saw the jock bite his bottom lip again. The small, cramped closet wreaked of sweat, sex and cum.
"I... thought I locked the door..." Ryan was dying. He was literally at the brink of cumming when the older man barged in. The janitor marveled at every nuance of the jock's defined torso as the teenager gulped for air.
"This is how you lock the door, son..." This is him. Is it him? The janitor intoned deeply as he locked the door behind him. "Ryan, right?"
"Yes... yes, sir..." Ryan couldn't figure out what was happening. He was shaking. "I'll... I'll get out of your space..."
"Crawl to me," The janitor whispered. Whether this jock was the piggish whore from the hotel that night or not, he didn't care. The older man knew he had to have this piece of jock one way or another.
"Ex... excuse me...?!" The jock boy felt his hole quiver. His hands were sticky with precum soaking through the front of his singlet. "I... I...?!"
"Crawl to me..." The janitor unzipped his pants and let out a turgid stump of a cock. Short but fat. Raging hard. "Or do you want to get kicked out of the championships, son?"
"I... I have a match to get back to..." Ryan whispered. His suddenly-dry voice cracked. He couldn't contain his body's excitement. His balls ached so hard, his cock leaking so much precum, his toes curled inside his wrestling shoes.
"You're not due on the mats for another 1.5 hours, kid. Crawl to me."
"You... I can't..." Ryan gulped deeply as he matched the out of shape janitor's lustful eyes, gaze for gaze, almost defiantly, as he knelt there with his hands gripping his wet crotch. The janitor's cock throbbed harder as he watched the jock squirm. The way he bit his lower lip. This damn kid. "I... I can't! You... are out of your mind...!"
"Fine. Open up, slut," The janitor took a gamble as he approached the half-naked jock. He couldn't tell whether the jock's big blue eyes were wet with fear or excitement. Hopefully both. "OPEN."
"You... you're not fucking serious...!"
"OPEN."
"UGHN!" Ryan grunted as he felt the out-of-shape man slap him across his beautiful face. It wasn't hard but the jock was still surprised. "You're out of your goddamn mind!"
"Open." The man knew Ryan could beat him to a pulp if he wanted, but the alpha jock just knelt there and took it.
"UGHN! UGHN!!" Two more slaps. A bit harder but not enough to leave marks. Whimpers. Yes. This has to be the boy. That perfect, muscle-jock body. Those rosy cheeks. Red lips. Big blue eyes. Cherubic face. Slap. "UGHN! Sir... I... can't!"
"Open."
"UGHNN! UHNN! GUHN!! PLEASE!!" Ryan choked down tears as he looked up at the man, his bushy beard, big beer belly, and the short, fat cock the width of a beer can, as he felt his face hot from the man's hand. His nipples were so hard. His hole twitched with excitement. He was gripping his lycra-covered, leaking cock so hard it hurt. "UGHNNN!"
He was that fucking hotel slut. The janitor couldn't believe it when the jock reluctantly - yet hungrily - wrapped his full red lips around his cock. The hot, wet mouth, those lips. Yes. This was that fucking whore. God the boy's mouth felt fucking amazing. Hungry. Ryan gagged on the man's smell cock, nearly vomiting from the older man's dirty odor. He sucked as fast as he could, as deeply as he could, hoping the man would just fucking cum already.
"What... what... what are you doing?" Ryan stammered as the janitor suddenly withdrew his smelly cock and shoved the jock onto his back. Ryan grimaced as he felt the overweight man's heavy body on his own.
The janitor nearly came right then when he pinned the jock's wrists down above his head and began tasting the boy's lips, sucking on his tongue, licking his neck, tasting the salty-sweet sweat of a teenaged, an all-American, corn-fed alpha jock, licking the sweat off his pecs, that deep groove between two full pecs, lapping greedily on the jock boy's hard, sensitive nipples as he felt the jock - who was quiet and a zombie up until then - gasp and moan and thrash and buckle underneath him.
The janitor chewed and gnawed away at the jock's nipples, discovering the boy's weakness and relishing in the athlete's whimpers and moans that climbed in pitch and girlishness. What a difference is this kid, compared to the alpha, dominant jock from less than an hour ago. The older man let go of Ryan's wrists and covered the moaning boy's mouth with both hands, biting and licking and sucking and chewing the jock's red, hard nipples harder and harder, feeling the sweaty jock thrash and writhe uncontrollably underneath his beer belly, feeling the shockingly-submissive slut wrap those thick, muscular legs around his fat waist, feeling how strong the boy is, squeezing those powerful legs around his molester's body with hands gripping tightly on the out-of-shape and soft forearms.
Ryan whimpered and squealed like a whore into the stranger's hands as the janitor ravaged his athletic body. Nipple by nipple. Gasping for air as the janitor's hands withdrew from his mouth, Ryan felt the older man's mouth and tongue and pudgy fingers and palms venture steadily south, licking every groove of his heaving eight-pack abs, tracing the deep grooves of his V, ripping and pulling down the singlet to reveal his rock-hard, eight-inch cock that has long-escaped the confines of his tiny, white jockstrap. So this is what the boy was wearing under his singlet. Ryan swallowed his own humiliating, girlish cries, feeling the older man's hungry mouth on his cock, sucking and devouring all the while pinching both sensitive nipples so hard the boy spewed streams of clear precum onto the older man's tongue.
"Ughnn! UGHNN! UHGHNNN!NN!!!!" The jock boy couldn't stop precumming. He hasn't had a blowjob in ages.
The janitor hasn't tasted a teenager's cock since he was one himself. Fuck!!! This boy is huge... thick, heavy cock and balls... sweet precum, blond pubic hairs so fine and soft he might as well be shaved bald. How thick and hard the boy's chest felt, how powerfully the jock writhed, how sexy the boy's whimpers sound...
"UGHNN! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!!! UGHNN!!!!"
Ryan cried out as the older man withdrew his wet mouth from his nearly-erupting cock, grunting with frustration at the denial and seeing the stranger stare down at him with a smirk and feeling the man patronizingly slap his face. Much harder than before. The jock boy nearly came right then, when t man whispered into his ear.
"You fucking little pervert." Slap.
"UGHNN!"
"Little fucking slut." Slap.
"UGHNN!"
"Pussy boy." Slap.
"UGHNN!"
"Whore." Slap.
"UGHNN!"
"Faggot." Slap.
"UGHNN!"
The jock took the abuse all-too willingly, squirming with every assault, his cock harder and harder, redder and redder, with every demeaning and derogatory verbal insult, with every slap across his beautiful, boyish face. His balls burned and boiled. His toes curled and fists clenched. His entire body tensed and flexed with every strike, showing off the incredibly deep grooves of his muscles.
"Show me your jock hole, son... show it off to daddy..."
"Plea... please... I... I have to go...!" Ryan whined as he older man tore at his singlet, ripping off his sneakers and socks at the same time.
"Show me your fucking hole, boy...! Show it off to daddy...!" The janitor could smell the sex permeating from the struggling boy's body, his crotch, his ass, his bare, sweaty feet. So stinky, so sweet. Peeling off Ryan's sweaty singlet off of his perfectly muscled legs - feebly kicking - nearly made the janitor cum. The naked jock boy swallowed his pride and bit his lip as he hesitantly grabbed the back of his knees and pulling them down to his chest, horrified that he obeyed the janitor at all.
So smooth, so pink... winking. So tight. So hot. Quivering. Sweaty and wet.
"Such a pretty little hole, boy... such a pretty little hole..."
"UGHNNNN!!!!" Ryan moaned as he felt the stranger's mouth on his hole, munching and sucking, spitting at and licking, lapping, devouring with animal abandon. Eyes rolled to the back of the jock's head as his long, sexily stinky toes curled in the air.
Fuck this boy's wild, the janitor marveled as he tasted the sweetest, hottest, and smoothest hole he'd ever tasted, relishing in the jock's sweaty musk and feeling every hard ab and pec and nipple on the boy's sculpted torso with his grubby hands.
Oh god, Ryan was complete putty as he felt the older man withdrew his mouth from the hole to his torso, licking every muscle and beads of sweat and precum from his steaming body. The man crawled awkwardly on top of him, grinding short, beer-can cock against his own eight-incher, tasting his own ass on the man's lips and tongue, feeling the weight of the man's girth on his perfectly chiseled body, hearing the man whisper "Faggot", "Cocksucker", "Pussy", "Slut", "Whore", "Nasty piss-swallowing piece of shit" and more into his ear as clumsy hands wrestled his own from the back of his knees to stretched out above his head, maneuvering a thick, prickly rope around his wrists and the leg of a heavy, steel shelf.
"UGNN! I...! I...! UGHNNN!" Feeling the tighten around his wrists tighter and tighter, hearing the man call him a nasty boy over and over, licking him, kissing him, and suffocating under the man's weight, Ryan's body shook and trembled and burned while his cock rubbed against the man's hairy belly. The alpha jock boy bit his lips and shut his eyes, whimpered and shrieked as he suddenly shot his load. Spurts and spurts of thick, white, creamy jock cum greased the man's fat belly against Ryan's smooth eight-pack abs. The man was transfixed by the jock slut as Ryan kept cumming, bemusedly tightening the knot tighter and pressed his body harder onto the hard-bodied jock all the while continued his demeaning, verbal onslaught. "UGHN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!"
"Fuck, son..." The man finally raised himself up with much effort, looking down at the cum-greased jock, his wrists bound above his head, revealing sweaty, lightly-haired pits, heaving pecs, red-hard nipples, and cummy abs. Ryan's eyes burned with lust and shame as his muscled body continued to quake uncontrollably with the aftermath of the orgasm, that perfectly-deep V drawing the man's eyes down to Ryan's still-hard cock and leaking, and that white-jockstrap covering just one of the boy's hairless balls, with the white, soiled cloth and straps soaking up more cum. "Damn, son..."
"I... I... I... have to go... please..." Ryan was so embarrassed, so horrified. Hating his body for reacting to sadistic and verbal abuse. Hating that he still wants to cum again. Hating that his wet hole is still empty. "Please... please let me go... please..."
"Oh no, boy... you've got time... Kiss me..." The janitor checked his watch as he leaned in for a kiss, his groping hands all over the boy's thick thighs and legs. He spanked the side of Ryan's juicy ass cheek when he felt pressure against the jock's locked, protesting lips. "Kiss. Me."
"(UHN!!!)" Ryan whimpered into the man's mouth as felt the man's hand strike the side of his ass. Again and again until he finally opened his mouth to kiss the older man back.
The boy loves this. He fucking loves this, the janitor broke their kiss and looked down again at the submissive alpha jock. Spreading the boy's cum all over his rock-hard abs and scooping up as much as he could with his fingers, the man held his cumming hand up to Ryan's full, red lips. "Suck."
"UGHN!" Ryan cried as he felt a slap against his face when he refused. Again and again until his cheeks were bright red and tears began to well. He gasped when he felt the man's other hand on his throat and the cummy hand over his nose and mouth. "(GUHNNNNN!! UGHNNN!!!!)"
Losing air, Ryan's thick legs kicked and thrashed about, prompting the man to raise his heavy body and sit down on the wild jock's right leg. Finally Ryan opened his mouth and tasted his own cum and began sucking the man's hand like a hungry pup.
"That's it, boy... now... was that so hard..." The man taunted as he hoisted Ryan's left leg over his right shoulder as he scooped up more of the jock's cum from his hard, flat abs with his clean hand all the while pressing his cummy hand over the jock's mouth. Watching the boy licking his cum-covered palm, his big wet eyes wide with horror and lust, the man refused to break eye contact as he rubbed Ryan's jock cum on his own cock.
"(JESUS!!)"
"Relax... relax..." The jock boy's hole felt so hot, so tight.
"(FU... FU... FUCK! UGHNNN!!!!)"
"Relax, boy.. relax..." The boy's hole sucked and pulsed around the janitor's short, fat cock.
"(Slow!... Slow down!)"
"Open for daddy, baby boy..." So hot. So smooth. So wet with spit and cum and nothing more. The man could feel the jock's rapidly beating heart through his pulsating hole.
"(UGHNN!N!! GUHNNNNN!!!) UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN!! UGHNNNN!!" There it is. The man watched the boy's big blue eyes shut tightly and uncovered Ryan's cummy mouth, immediately hearing a guttural cry escape the jock boy's dry throat as he shoved his cock inside the boy as deeply as his beer-can cock could go.
"UGHNN!!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNN!!" Ryan squealed like a pig when the man pulled out and push back in. Over and over. No hesitation. The jock's wrists and fists strained white against the rope while the man fucked him, harder and harder, stroking his aching cock faster and faster while sucking and licking and pinching his nipples. The man could feel the boy's cock get harder and harder in his cummy hand as he bit and stroked and pinched harder. Shit, the boy's gonna blow again. "UGHNN!!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNN!!"
Clear cum leaked out of the jock boy's cum onto the man's stroking hand. The janitor continued fucking the boy as hard as his out-of-shape body could, continued pumping more jock cum out as he began licking Ryan's stinky foot, tasting the manliness of its wide sole, lapping up the musky sweat between every long, curling toe. The man suddenly felt Ryan's hole suck on his cock, tightening and loosening and sucking it in deeper. A fucking pro's ass. He kept fucking and pumping and licking the orgasming jock until he was sure no more cum could be squeezed out of the moaning boy.
"OH! OH!! OH!!! UGHNN! OHGN!!! OGHNN!!! FUCK!!! GUHNN!!!!!!!!"
"Come on, son... tell me what you like boy..."
"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!"
"Tell me how you like it boy!"
"UGHNN! UGHN! SIR! UGHNN! UGHNN!"
"Say it, boy!"
"UGHN! POUND... FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!"
"That's it son... let it out... let it all out...!"
"OOH GOD! THAT'S... UGHNNN! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK DADDY! OH FUCK!!!!!" The jock boy lost his mind and all inhibitions as he cried out, feeling the man's pudgy fingers grope and molest his body while fucking him so deep and hard.
"You like taking that cock deep don't you?!"
"DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!!" Ryan begged pathetically as the man grunted above him, sweating on him. Licking him. Biting him, kissing him. Slapping him whenever the moans and screams paused.
"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!! UGHNN! UGHNN! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!! OH! UGHN! OH! OH MY GOD! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!!! FUCK! SPANK ME! SPANK ME HARDER! FUCK!" The crazed alpha jock screamed,, giving in to his body's desires and long-repressed cravings. H needs it... harder, deeper, harder... deeper. "SLAM IT IN! SLAM IT IN! SLAM IT IN!!!!"
"Damn boy...!"
"DEEPER! DEEPER! DEEPER!!" Ryan felt the man's hand tighten around his neck as he readily wrapped his muscular legs around the janitor's fat torso. The jock boy's cries became desperate and hoarse, as he pulled the older man in and rose his ass up to ride the man's short, fat cock harder and harder, trying desperately to feel the man's short, fat cock deeper within him. "UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNN!!!!"
Ryan nearly came when the janitor pulled him in by his short, cropped hair for a deep, sloppy kiss, quickly followed by a hard slap across his burning cheek. The boy whimpered in pleasure when he felt the janitor break the straps on his jockstrap and stuffing the soiled jockstrap in his mouth. The janitor buried his face in both of Ryan's sweaty, stinky feet as he pounded the hottest jock he'd ever laid eyes on. God the boy smelled sweet and dirty. The janitor didn't notice, but there was a thick stream of cum overflowing the jock's eight-pack abs. It didn't matter. The older man kissed the alpha jock deeply, tasting the boy's lips and dirty jock as he finally, finally buried his seed deep inside that squealing, trembling jock's perfect hole.
...
Fifteen minutes later, the referee held Ryan's beefy arm up, exposing his sweaty pit. A hard-fought second win for the jock boy that day and a step closer to winning the NCAA championships.
Nobody noticed the smell of ass and cum on him, just sweat. Nobody noticed his forlorn look across the gym, dodging the janitor's knowing look as the fat, old man licked his lips. Nobody noticed he was naked under his sweaty, soiled singlet. Nobody thought twice about his red cheeks or the bruises on his wrists. Nobody knew how he desperately held in a stranger's load in his ass the whole time as he demolished his opponent. Nobody knew how raw his nipples were, how dry his balls, or why his voice was so hoarse. Nobody knew the perfect, physical specimen of an alpha jock, the captain of the wrestling team, readily gave over his perfectly fat and muscular ass to an overweight janitor... and craved more.
...
It was two o'clock in the morning. Alone in the hotel gym, Ryan had spent nearly an hour running aimlessly on the treadmill. Despite his coaches' instructions and his own futile hopes, the jock boy couldn't sleep: Too many dark thoughts, too many sadistic cravings, too many aching muscles, too many wild memories, too much cum boiling in his balls... too horny... too hungry. The jock cadet had held in the janitor's load that entire day, ever since getting fucked and bred minutes before winning his second match. He simply couldn't let it out, dreading the emptiness it would leave and what he would do to fill that emptiness. He thought he still reeked of cum and ass and sex and submissiveness despite endless scrubbing in the shower... No. He had to run.
"Damn, boy..." Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin when he got off of the hour-long run on the treadmill."That ass just won't quit, won't it..."
"...?!" Ryan froze in his tracks when he stepped off the treadmill - his grey, army sweats soaked through completely, clinging to his muscled jock body like clingfilm and revealing every toned curvature of his athletic body - and faced the man. The man from the park that weekend. The man who gave him the key to his hotel room. The man who finger fucked him until others showed up. The man who told all the other men to fuck his face, to use his mouth, to piss on him, to cum on him. The man who watched him service all those men and drink and swallow their piss and cum. The man who raped him and fucked him, just doors down from the room where his grandmother and girlfriend slept. The man who made him cum rope after rope of cum. The man who managed to satiate his depraved urges, albeit just for that night.
"Who bred you today?"
"Ex... excuse me?!?"
"Who. Bred. You. Today."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about..."
"Who. Bred. You. Before. Your. Second. Match. Today."
"I... I..." Ryan was horrified. Speechless. He never thought he'd see that man again, but here he was. Inches away from him.
"Answer me, son..."
"You... You're out of your... your... fucking mind...!" The alpha jock felt the man's muscular body press against his as he backed closer and closer to the wall. The man's scent and brutal physicality instantly brought back everything from that weekend. "I... I have to go...!"
"Tell me whose load you're carrying." The man was unrelenting.
"I don't fucking know what you're talking about...!" In a moment of bleak resolve, Ryan struggled to turn around, to leave all of this behind, to run away from all this depravity once and for all despite his rock-hard cock.
"THIS. Son..."
"UGHNNN!" The alpha jock yelped as he felt the man forcibly shove him face first into the wall, feeling an arm on the back of his neck as a rough, large hand shoved down the back of his sweaty sweatpants. "GUHN! STOP! FUCK!!!!"
"THIS. Boy."
"GUHN!N FUCK! STOP! STOP!!!" Ryan cried out when the man's long fingers roughly pushed their way between his muscular ass cheeks. The pain of fingers - the jock couldn't tell just how many - probing him. Hard and rough. Unsparingly. The alpha jock flushed red as he could feel the wetness of the janitor's cum slowly leaking out, the man's thick and long fingers, the slopping sounds of a cummy hole, the aching of his instantly hard cock pressed against the wall. The sounds of his own girlish whimpers as the finger fucking became deeper and harder, the embarrassment of cum and ass juices dribbling out of his abused hole, feeling the hot, day-old cum trickle down his thighs and soiling his sweats. "PLEASE UGHN! STOP! STOP! PLEASE... UGHN! UGHN! PLEASE...!!!!"
Ryan felt the man roughly pull down his sweat pants, feeling a muscular arm around his throat as fingers shoved in and out of his ass. So hard, so deep, so... so...
Ryan couldn't hold it in, as more and more cum leaked out of his worn hole. No! No! NO! NO! On the verge of sobbing as he lost control of his perfectly sculpted body and his ass, the jock buckled and fell on his knees. Burying his face into the man's bicep and forearm, Ryan cried - sobbed - as cum squirted out of his ass, coating the man's fingers and hand and his sweats. The jock boy was so humiliated, inhaling the smell of his own ass filling the gym, sobbing and gagging at the rank odor of the janitor's day-old cum. His ass, thighs, calves, sweats, socks, sneakers were wet with cum and his own ass juice.
"(UGHNNN!! YOU'RE INSANE! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! STOP!! PLEASE! STOP!!!! PLEASE! STOP!!!! PLEASE! STOP!!!!)"
The man said nothing as he forced four fingers expertly in and out of the jock's hot, cummy hole. When he was convinced the boy had let out all the cum, or as much as he could, the man easily threw the soiled jock on his back. The man gripped the kicking athlete by one ankle, ignoring the curses and whimpers and cries, and dragged Ryan through the double door into the main auditorium, tossing off the jock boy's sneakers and peeling off his sweaty socks along the way. Ripping off the struggling boy's cum-soaked sweat pants and briefs, the man threw the half naked jock - clad in just his hoodie, onto the center mat. Ryan looked up at his abuser on all fours, on the same mat he'd won his matches earlier that day.
...
The janitor watched jealously as the boy withstood the most brutal pounding the older man had ever witnessed - in fantasy, life or porn. The fully-clothed, muscular man was ruthless. Completely savage. Sadistic. And the boy's hard cock swung between his thighs, red and wetter and harder with with every full-body slam. The man fucked the jock so hard that the janitor, time and time again, thought Ryan had finally been pushed past his breaking point. Time and time again, the jock boy took more and more and more. Deeper. Harder. Louder. When the boy finally broke down and grunted the most hoarse, desperate and dry gasp - his athletic body clearly shaking and trembling uncontrollably - the man merely stripped off Ryan's sweat-soaked hoodie and continued fucking.
When the man found what he thought was the deepest point in the screaming, wheezing boy, he held his monster cock there, flexed and felt the sweet, wet hole tighten and throb. He'd wrap his muscular arms around the jock's neck and chest, choking him and pulling him back on just his knees and finding away to bury his cock deeper. The janitor gasped at the clear view of the jock's perfectly sculpted torso, those thick, meaty thighs, large red and hard nipples atop full, round pecs, all the grooves of his tight, eight-pack abs, his strained biceps and triceps and the whiteness of his knuckles as he held on to his abuser's hairy arms. That face, boyish, flushed dark red, red lips agape, cries, moans, whimpers. That thick cock so hard and clearly dripping with strands of precum stood so turgid and bounced and leaked with every flex of the man's cock buried deep inside.
That beautiful sight was short lived, as the man would - as he'd done the previous times he'd held the boy up like this - shove the jock boy face down into the mat again. The janitor watched in amazement as Ryan got fucked on his chest and elbows, his beautiful face mashed into the sweaty mat, his neck held down by the man's right hand while the other gripped tightly the boy's juicy ass.. Yes, the submissive jock no doubt enjoyed their encounter earlier, but clearly half of Ryan's previous submissiveness was for show, or fantasy. His body clearly craved more than what the janitor was able to give. As the man pounded away, slamming his muscular body into the perfect jock - whose taught, sweaty body was almost diminutive in comparison - it was obvious to the janitor that, right then - this very instant - was when the alpha jock was truly overpowered, truly out of control, truly out of his depth, truly dominated and used, truly humiliated...
In comparison, the janitor observed, their "rough" sex earlier was just an act... the boy submitted but craved to be made to submit. The alpha jock took his play-abuse, the slaps and spanks and the verbal humiliation, but all that appeared so fucking vanilla, so sadly plain, in contrast to right now. The man was raping the jock, who cried and shrieked and whimpered and squealed with a raw desperation at a degree so beyond the sounds he made earlier that day. The boy's presumed eagerness to satiate the janitor was clearly just impatience and desperation for more... more of something the janitor simply couldn't physically deliver nor imagine.
The janitor realized the jock boy wasn't pretending. He was actually overpowered by the man. All the physical struggle - the fighting back - it was all real. Every muscle strained, engaged, and pushed to its limits like when the alpha jock was wrestling. No. This is true physical domination and forced submission, and the alpha jock derived such intense and immense pleasure from every second of being manhandled and raped. His cries were more depraved, more hoarse, more dry. Desperation and elation... all from abuse. No begging. No pleading for deeper or harder or more. Just taken, used and abused for the man's pleasure only. No backing his ass up to meet the man's pounding thrusts. No more control of his body.
All that had come before was vanilla. The janitor had keenly sensed the boy's submissiveness earlier, but all the slapping, spanking and verbal abuse was for the jock's own pleasure. Little did he know what the jock boy ultimately craved was to be simply used. To hurt for others. Pleasure from being dominated. Pure humiliation. Not some basic role play but absolute submission by brute force, like he'd done to other wrestlers and training mates that day and every day in training. The man never kissed the jock, never worshipped his perfect, athletic body, or pleasured the boy. He just used Ryan's body and hole as he wished, and the masochistic jock boy responded with every thrust and slam and spank with shrill grunts and whimpers and his bouncing, leaking 8-inch, rock-hard cock.
...
The animalistic sounds Ryan made and the way his body shook when gushes of jock cum sprayed out from between his beefy legs, the sounds of cum splattering on the mat, the way the fucking continued relentlessly well after the jock's ejaculation - the janitor realized the boy was on the verge of an anal orgasm. He could hear it, see it, smell it percolating, building, and boiling from within that perfect jock boy. It was clear now, to the janitor, that Ryan had desperately attempted to attain this with his ass and hole earlier - the way he moaned and whimpered, tightened and squeezed his hole, pushing his ass back against the janitor's cock - but he simply couldn't give the boy what he truly wanted. But witnessing the alpha jock, impaled on an undoubtedly huge cock, that boyish face contorted with pain and humiliation and tears and sweat with a muscled arm choking his neck... the way the boy's body - every strain of muscle, every sinewy groove, every ab, every vein, every curled toe - looked when the anal orgasm finally, finally hit him.
The man must've cummed inside that boy right then, when he hoisted the boy up on his knees once more, but the janitor didn't care - his eyes were only on the jock boy. Panting, writhing, shaking, grunting, sobbing. That body. That perfect, shaking, sweat-coated, glistening mound of teenage jock muscle... how Ryan's body went limp as soon as the man withdrew his cock, how cummy and sweaty the mat sounded when the jock finally collapsed...
...
The janitor didn't know what to do: He came while twice watching the sadistic fucking from the dark corner of the gym but still craved to touch the heaving mound of teenage jock flesh. To feel the jock, to smell him, to kiss him, to worship his pecs, abs, nipples, ass, feet... to lick him clean.
To the old man's surprise, the jock slowly rolled over on his back, his thick chest heaving deeply, his body glistening from sweat and his own cum. To the janitor's dismay, the near-comatose jock slowly raised his knees off the floor, showing off those tree-trunk thighs and thick calves. The janitor was instantly hard again when he heard a small, girlish whimper escaped the alpha jock as Ryan, seemingly in pain, raised and spread his muscular legs - toes curled - into a near split in the dam, cum-scented air.
The whimper climbed in pitch as the jock shoved three fingers into his own ass roughly, moaning like a bitch as he fingered his cummy, well-fucked and bred jock pussy. The pathetic and girly cries this alpha jock made when he scooped out globs of cum from his own ass, sucking and licking his fingers clean as he shoved his other hand deep inside himself. Watching Ryan alternating hands and fingers as the jock feverishly finger fucked himself and voraciously swallowed every drop of his rapist's cum from his worn hole, the janitor came again, this time burying his face in Ryan's briefs and smelly socks he'd stolen earlier.
...
When Ryan finally got back on his feet and measuredly started picking up his strewn clothes, the janitor witnessed the submissive bottom boy slowly transform back back into the ultra-masculine jock from the bus earlier that day: the team captain, the alpha. The way he slipped his jockstrap and sweats back on, the manner with which he pulled on his hoodie, the masculine swagger as he stomped barefoot out of the gym. The janitor thought he spotted a slight, aching limp, but by the time the jock cadet reached the double doors, the limp was all gone.