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(previously)
"Oh GOD oh god oh god oh god..." Feeling the pastor's fist reluctantly withdrawing from his broken jock hole, Ryan felt against his cheek the thick, creamy load he had just blown onto the door as his knees gave out.
"That's it, boy... lick up your load... that's it... lick the door clean... every drop, boy..."
...
(...that night...)
One by one, men sat down around the large table - four in total. The collar around Ryan's neck felt tight and suffocating. The blond jock boy could smell himself within the tight, hot confines, his own sweaty nakedness, his musky pits, his feet, his wet hole - barely recovering from earlier that morning - winking in anticipating, gaping with every breath. He remained on his elbows and knees like an obedient puppy, his chin desperately seeking support on his clasped and trembling hands on the floor while he maintained his arched back, his legs spread... ass up.
Through the heavy, black cloth that draped over the table to the ground (hiding Ryan's beefy, athletic body from guests), Pastor Rob's familiar suede loafers appeared in front of Ryan's face. Ryan could sense three other men take their seats, their feet and legs coming dangerously close to his trembling body. Ryan felt a pang of anxiety and disgust as an indescribable desire to worship the pastor feet consumed him... memories of their first encounter at the gym... the sweaty, salty taste of a man's foot... what he did... cum covered toes... the intense, brutal fucking... then just today, the pastor's fist...
No. Can't touch. Can't touch. God damn it! No!
The muffled chatter of men was barely audible to a transfixed Ryan, who could not take his eyes off the pastor's loafer-clad feet. The men must be playing cards... poker... laughter... drinking. Did anyone know he was down there?
Oh god... no... This shit is jacked up... Ryan gasped to himself as Pastor Rob slipped off a shoe. That familiar, dirty scent of a man immediately permeated the small, confined space underneath the table. The other shoe came off, too. Ryan felt high... his cock suddenly raging hard. God damn you!
Ryan had to force himself to look away, fearing he would lose control, to lose the one trial Pastor Rob set for him... to lose the chance to go home... be free. No avail - to his left, some man had slipped off his dress shoes, revealing a pair of large feet clad in dress socks.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Don't do it, Ryan... you can't...! Ryan willed himself, pathetically, futilely as perverse urges and desires boiled within him. Why am I here?! Why the fuck am I here?!?!
Dodging his glances to his right (by now, Pastor Rob's toes were maybe an inch from Ryan's lips - did he just hear a snicker? Can he feel my breath on his feet?), a pair of cement covered work boots started to get kicked off.
No... no... NO! You CAN'T!
Ryan cradled his forehead on the floor - he felt high... he WAS high - smelling all the intoxicating, manly musks, the sweat from shoes and feet - trying uselessly to calm his desires, the nasty things that popped into his mind, all the shameful, dirty, heinous thoughts. A bead of precum started to form and drip from Ryan's hard cock.
Behind him, between sharp breaths and nearly hyperventilating from excitement, Ryan saw through his bare, muscular thighs a pair of large, red sneakers settling in. Ryan's heart jumped. Sam's sneakers. Unmistakable. Large, size 15 sneakers.
He ALWAYS wears these... Ryan gasped as his heart pounded harder, if that was possible.
It was Sam. No doubt about it. Ryan's stomach turned, his cock grew so rigid and hard it hurt and ached. It took every ounce of energy to remain still, to will himself to stay put like a good little bitch boy, to not give in to his overwhelming instinct to service and please Sam, someone who mentored and coached him like a big brother since high school, someone who taught him how to pick up and fuck girls and their sisters and their moms, someone who fucked him so hard and good that very first night he'd ever had sex, someone who can make him cum buckets just with a finger in his hole and a mouth on his nipples, someone who knew every little button to push to make him squirm and squeal like a piggy bottom, someone who fucked and abused his body so roughly that he still craves it every second of every day, someone who pushed his sexual limits past all limits, someone whose tongue has graced every inch of his jock body countless times over, someone who could make him do anything anywhere, someone who could make him utter and scream the most perversely sexual obscenities, someone who co-owns his jock ass with his baseball coach, the one of two people he'd do anything in order to feel their cocks in his ass again, the one of two people in the world with whom he can truly scream and beg for cock and cum at the top of his lungs without reservation, shame or guilt while getting fucked: on his knees, on his back, in the back of a car, in the locker room, in the gym, in a back alley, in the middle of a baseball diamond at night... anywhere.
Snapping back to reality, Ryan found his lips wrapped around Pastor Rob's toes, sucking voraciously, desperately, piggishly. Hearing laughter above, Ryan choked back tears of shame as he fed - impulsively and uncontrollably - on the pastor's foot.
He lost. Pastor Rob would never let him go, at risk of him leaking his video from earlier... with the baseball bat... to others.
Ryan was furious. Seething with frustration, angry at his own lack of impulse control, aghast at Sam. Why is Sam doing this? When is enough punishment enough? Ryan teared up. He didn't mean to... this summer... the other men wanted him... he lost control... needed $$$... but... but...
Inhaling Pastor Rob's feet, Ryan moaned in surprise as he felt the man to his left shuffle closer, his dress-sock-clad feet reaching forward and groping Ryan's naked torso. Same with the man to his right... the dirty work boots were off; large feet clad in damp, woolen socks suddenly rested on his bare right shoulder.
No! No! NO! Ryan screamed inside as he feasted on Pastor Rob's manly feet, his long toes, lapping up every remnant of sweat from every crevice of his feet; Ryan had grabbed each foot with his hands as he worshipped his pastor, feeling the hard, calloused soles with his fingers and tongue as the two strangers molested his body, trying to box in his intense urge to grunt, to moan, to beg for the fourth man, Sam, to take off his shoes too, to touch him, to use him and his body.
He lost. No... he can't give in to the others... could he? Sam's here... Ryan knew what would happen eventually if this is kept up. They all know. They all know. They're probably watching that video right now... Pastor Rob is probably telling them what happened earlier...
(FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I can't... No! I can't... Sam will definitely tell Coach if he hasn't already... I can't...)
Laughter, chatter continued above... like nothing was happening. Gasping for breath between feet, Ryan looked down past his thighs... Sam had kicked off his shoes. Bare feet. Large. Like how he'd remembered him. Ryan muffled his groans as best he could as the two men on his sides found his nipples, each man's toes pinching, prodding, rubbing.
(OH FUCK!)
Suddenly, Ryan spine tingled and shivered... his hole quivering, as two hot, sweaty soles planted themselves on each of his muscular jock ass cheeks, rubbing, kneading, spreading each smooth mound. Ryan shut his eyes as he munched on the pastor's feet, two big toes in his mouth, as he pissed a clear stream of precum as the three men around him molested and teased his body, just wishing, deep inside, for Sam to just... just the two of them... like they always did.
Writhing in painful anticipating and ecstatic agony, Ryan felt Pastor Rob pull on his leash, pulling him past the pastor's jock-saliva-covered feet in between the pastor's muscular thighs. Chatter continued... socked toes probing, teasing his nipples... Sam's hot, sweaty feet exposing his used, abused hole... shivers... trembles... Ryan could almost make out Sam's voice as he felt the pastor's rough hands on his cheeks, forcing his angelic, boyish face into the older man's crotch. Ryan felt against his cheek the pastor's dress pants and underneath, a throbbing nine-inch cock that was just inside him earlier that day.
Instinctively, Ryan began licking, sucking, inhaling the man's cock through the fabric of his pants. He felt the pastor's cock swell and harden even more; the hungry jock boy ground his face and lips into the man's crotch, hoping, desperately praying, that the pastor would just let out his cock... just a taste... just another taste... or that Sam, behind him, would just... would just...
Feeling Ryan buckling wildly and quickly losing control, in heat, Pastor Rob took off his tie and reached underneath the heavy table cloth... feeling Ryan's beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face - wet with his own saliva and sweat, panting. Pastor Rob tied his tie tightly around Ryan's eyes... blindfolding the jock boy.
Feeling the pastor's hand on his face, Ryan could almost smell himself on the older man's fingers. He didn't have time to suck on the man's fingers, to taste the man and also himself, before he found himself in total darkness.
All of a sudden, Pastor Rob pushed back and stood up. Walked away. One by one, men withdrew their feet. No! Not Sam, too...! Ryan gulped hard as felt Sam's hot feet relinquish control of his ass.
Why?! Why!? Why is he doing this to me...?!!? The jock boy was angry, confused, his fist clenched tight. Frozen in that doggy position, tasting feet on his lips, Ryan's entire body shook with rage, trembling with frustration, his rock-hard cock dripping; his empty hole quivering. Feeling his entire body in heat, feverish with desire and emptiness, desperate with sexual hunger, Ryan choked back the tears he felt forming, pounded the floor with his right fist once as he inhaled deeply, swallowing all the shame of his intense, perverse desires, and heard his own dry voice utter:
"(Please... someone... fuck me...!)" Ryan's entire body burned with shame. He can't believe he's doing this... with two total strangers... what would Sam think?!
"Someone... please... Sam? Please... Pastor Rob...!
"Please fuck me! ... Someone... fuck me! Use me! Please...!" Ryan choked back more tears as he pounded the floor again in anger and frustration... and shame at the words that are painfully falling out of his mouth. His cock was aching, his hole begging, gaping with every sharp intake of breath. "PLEASE! SOMEONE! FUCK ME! PLEASE!
"SAM?! I'M SORRY! I... NEED IT! SAM?! PLEASE... JUST... FUCK ME... FUCK ME! I NEED IT... COCK... PLEASE... SOMEONE! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! JUST... FUCK...! UGHN!!! UGHNNN!!"
Ryan was screaming now, on the verge of sobbing and hyperventilating, breaking down. His near hysteria was snapped short as Ryan felt someone pull on his collar, dragging him on all fours out from under the table, choking him with every yank.
Reality hit. Ryan was horrified.
"Go boy... go get your cock," Ryan heard Pastor Rob's sadistic sneer above him, leading him across the room like a dog. "Beg Sam to fuck you. Beg."
"(Sam... please... fuck me... Sam...!)"
"Not good enough," Pastor Rob intoned as he lead the crawling, blindfolded jock between two legs of a man sitting on a sofa. Ryan's ass jiggled as he crawled, his smooth, golden body glistening with sweaty. "Beg Sam to fuck you."
"Sam! Fuck me! I'm your little bitch boy! Please... I need your cock... fuck me! Hard! I'd do whatever you want me to do! Please... use my hole! Use me! Fuck me! Hard! Please...! Please...!! I need it! I need your cock! Fill me up! Cum in me! Sam...!"
Ryan felt Sam's body heat as he desperately climbed on top of the muscular, tall, large frame as he begged and squealed like a little bitch in heat. Sam's pants were already down - Ryan could feel the intense heat of a raging, hard cock between his thighs.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME SAM! FUCK YOUR JOCK! FUCK ME!!!" Shrieking, Ryan couldn't wait any more - no more prolonged, torturous mind games. He needed cock. NOW. Sam's cock. He couldn't understand why Sam isn't touching him, feeling his body, spanking his ass, fingering his hole; why Sam doesn't just push him down on his back, spit on his face, slap him around like he used to do every day... enter him in one deep push... Ryan's voice became hoarse and hysterical, desperate. "PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!"
Crazed, Ryan straddled Sam, spit on his own hand twice, spread his jock spit around on his hungry hole, and impaled himself on the massive cock beneath him, holding on to Sam's muscular shoulders as he lowered himself all the way down, engulfing the bare cock greedily, wincing as the greasy monster penetrated his jock cunt, punching past his sphincter, and then his second ring... clear precum gushed from the crazed jock boy.
"UGHN! UGHN! UGHNNN! YES! FUCK! FUCK ME! USE ME!"
Ryan winced and grunted from the pain, fresh sweat poured from his pores as he leaned in to taste Sam's lips, to smell him, to feel that curve of Sam's cock hit that one spot that drives him nuts every time.
Ryan froze. It's not Sam.
It's not Sam.
It's not Sam's cock.
NO! It's not Sam!!!! Not his lips. Nor his scent. Definitely not his cock.
Ryan pulled his lips from the stranger's and froze, as he felt the stranger's pubes against his meaty, juicy jock ass, his rock hard cock leaking dribbles of clear precum every time he feels the cock deep inside him flex...
He heard Pastor Rob's sadistic snicker behind him, as well as the laughter from others in the room.
Oh God. They're all watching. Sam's watching. They heard me beg for it...! "UGHNN! UGHNNN! OH! UGHNNN!! GUGGNNNN!"
Before Ryan could react, the once passive top grabbed Ryan by his plump ass and began fucking him, deep and hard.
"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNN!! FUCK! FUCK! UGHNNNN!!!" Ryan felt the man wrap his muscular arms around his waist; the jock boy instinctively buried his face into the nape of the stranger's neck, fingers digging into the man's back as he braced himself for what he knew was coming. A rough, brutal fuck.
"OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN! OWW! UGHNNN!! YES! YES!! UGHNNNN!!!!!" Ryan cried out as the man pounded him from beneath, his tightly toned jock body bouncing on top, his fat, round ass cheeks jiggling and bouncing every time the man beneath him slams his cock into his eager hole, making that wet, slapping noise. "UGHNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! ME!"
"How's that hole?" Ryan heard Pastor Rob intone.
"Fucking hot... like butter..." Ryan finally hears the man's voice... gruff, deep... Ryan's toes curled as he felt the monster cock slam in and rip out of his wet, raw, jock hole. "How the fuck did you get your fist into this tight little hole?!"
"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN... (ughnnn...) NO...!" Ryan involuntarily wailed and grunted, protesting as he felt the man's cock slip out of him, that emptiness inside his gaping hole truly unbearable. He forgot about Sam in the room. "More... More... MORE!!"
"NEXT!" The man commanded beneath him, holding Ryan's sweaty, tight jock body in its place as another man lined up behind the still-blindfolded jock boy. He rammed his cock inside Ryan with no warning, relishing in the boy's initial yelp. With every deep thrust, Ryan's screams and moans climbed higher and higher in pitch and register. By the time the second man had ripped his dripping cock out of the boy's broken hole, Ryan was hysterically screaming like a bitch in heat.
The man beneath Ryan roughly guided the jock boy back onto his cock.
"RIDE. WHORE. RIDE IT!"
"UGHNN! UGHNN! YES!! YES!! SIR! YESS!!! GUHNNN UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" Ryan obeyed as he rode the stranger like a pro, grinding his juicy boy ass deep onto the man's cock, gyrating, slamming, milking... "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!!"
With no warning, the man beneath Ryan gripped his ass cheeks tightly, spreading them, as the second wet, hot greasy cock pushed its way inside Ryan's bruised and wet hole.
"OH GOD!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SLOW! FUCK! SLOW...!! UGHNN! YES! SLOW! YES! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN! FUCK... ME!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!"
Ryan about lost his mind as the second cock entered his boy cunt. Like a good, trained bitch, he held his position, straddling the man underneath as he felt the second pummel deep and hard, feeling his orifice stretch out to accommodate the two hard cocks. The second man would stop fucking as the man beneath would immediately pick up the brutal pounding.
"Shut the fuck up bitch."
The man fucking Ryan from behind pulled on his leash, choking the jock whore. Ryan's desperate screams were immediately quieted by a slap to his handsome, all-American face. The micro-second of shock was followed up with a third cock, stuffed down Ryan's throat, gagging him. The taste of the cock was clearly Pastor Rob... manly, musky... thick... leaking... Ryan grunted between breaths, holding on for dear life as his two holes got fucked, deep and hard.
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! THIS BOY IS FUCKING WILD!" With that deep, guttural groan... a swelling, turgid cock inside him... Ryan knew... one of the guys had shot his load. Like routine, Ryan instinctively clenched his ass and hole, feeling the slippery hotness inside him as the second man behind him convulsed and slammed inside him deep. Second load.
"FUCKING SHIT! FUCK! FUCK!" Pastor Rob suddenly exploded, taking Ryan by surprise as thick, creamy loads of cum coated the inside of his mouth and throat, gagging him; Ryan felt like he was drowning and coughed out the ejaculating cock, only to take two more streams of thick cum to his face. "FUCKING SHIT BOY! FUCK! SUCK! SUCK IT!! FUCK!!!! DON'T YOU DARE SPILL ANY MORE DROPS BOY!"
"MILK IT BOY! SQUEEZE THAT ASS! YES BOY! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL SLUT PIG BOY! YAH MILK DADDIES' COCKS! JUST LIKE THAT! TIGHTER! YES TIGHTER!!! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU FIND THIS LITTLE BEAUTIFUL SLUT?"
...
Ryan collapsed on the couch, finally pulling off of the two dripping, flaccid cocks and swallowing all of Pastor Rob's thick, familiar loads, his face wet and dripping with the pastor's escaped loads. His hole gaping, filled with strangers' cum... so much... so wet. Ryan felt his own still-hard cock bounce against his six-pack abs. He was sure he had orgasmed too; though his cock was still only leaking, his entire insides felt feverish, swollen... his fingers and toes numb. He must have blacked out, as there were no more chatter, no more sadistic laughter in the room.
Tears of frustration formed beneath the soiled blindfold. Men had used his body again... and he loved it. No, he wanted more. He knew he wanted more... more cock, more fucking... more cum... on him... inside him... he wanted more... but the pit of dread and shame... inescapable. Sam was there. He saw the whole thing, from Ryan's begging, his screaming, grunting, more begging... to getting plugged from both ends... all Ryan wanted... all he wanted... was for Sam to enter him... to enter his hole... all the other cocks and men could very well not be there... he would've been satisfied.
WHY! WHY!? Ryan began to sob as he remained on his back on the floor, his legs wide open, his hole wrecked from a brutal double penetration, wet and leaking trickles of cum. His lips puffy and red, trembling with humiliation and covered in the taste of cum. He desperately wanted to cum.
He was content once... with just Sam's expert tongue and cock... and Coach's ferocious fucking. It was their dirty little secret. WHY!? He didn't want more... he didn't know he needed more... more cock... always more cock... inside his hole, inside his mouth, lodged in his throat. Never enough cock... never enough abuse, humiliation... shame. Getting hard off of shame... when is enough enough? ...never...
Ryan felt another man between his meaty, bare legs... spreading them wider...
"(no... no more... please... I... I can't...!") Ryan cried out in a desperate, dry whisper as he felt the muscular, naked man lean in... feeling his body press against his own... feeling the toned musculature against his sweaty, smooth skin, feeling the tip of a fat, mushroom head rub against his broken jock cunt. "(no... no... please... no... more... UGHNNNN!!!) UGHNNNN!!!!!"
Ryan cried out as the man pushed ruthlessly inside... Ryan screamed as his raw, sensitive, abused hole suffered yet another intrusion. But he also felt hot lips on his own, fingers intertwined with his, a familiar scent intoxicating him, dulling the pain. His stretched hole clenched tightly around the familiar shape of the cock buried inside him, his own cock springing back to attention as that cock's curvature pressed against his prostate in just the right way, at just the right angle.
"(Sam...!)"
Ryan could barely gasp before Sam devoured him, began fucking him, sucking on the nape of his neck, pulling his arms up above his head as his free hand tweaked the jock boy's nipples, all the while slamming into him missionary, deep. Withdrawing. Deep again. Pulling out... deep...
"(You fucking little slut...)" Sam grunted into Ryan's gasping lips. Feeling the jock boy's broken hole clench tightly, perfectly, around his cock. "(You dirty little cunt...!)"
Slamming in... ramming deeper... deeper... harder... harder... until new tears formed in Ryan's eyes, out of bliss and ecstatic pain, as Sam finally ravaged him... Ryan had no screams left, only the conditioned desire to help Sam cum with his hole.
"(You fucking beautiful little bitch boy...)" Sam kissed his still-blindfolded whore deeply, feeling his jock boy wrap his muscular, beefy legs around his waist. Sam broke their deep kiss, eliciting a deep groan from Ryan. Looking down at his writhing, perverted creation - perfectly sculpted body... smooth... glistening... writhing... begging... the perfect bottom jock boy. Sam was angry, feeling his boy's hole clench and release, milking his thick, rigid cock. Sam pinned Ryan's arms above his head with one hand as he spit on Ryan's adorable face. "You nasty little pig!"
"You filthy whore!" Slap.
"UGHN!!"
"YOU INSATIABLE LITTLE CUNT!" Spit. Slap.
"UGHNN!! UGHNNN!!!" Ryan grunted, feeling numbness all over in his extremities as Sam fucked him. He knew what was coming next. Sam's teeth clamping down on his swollen nipple, his cock buried deep inside his jock cunt. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!"
Ryan's cock exploded instantly. Streams of creamy white cum coating his bare torso, his bare, jock legs spread nearly into a split in the air, toes flexing and clenching.
"WE'RE DONE! FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! WE'RE DONE!" Sam screamed as his free hand choked Ryan, feeling the expert, used hole grinding and sucking on his cock. Ryan was beautiful. Perfect. Soiled. Uncontrollable. Wild. "WE'RE DONE YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE! LITTLE FAGGOT SHIT! YOU HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH CUM?! HUH?! HUH?! EAT YOUR OWN! FUCKING EAT YOUR OWN!"
"Please... UGHNN! Please... UGHNN!! Please...!!!" Ryan, in his post-orgasmic state, felt Sam's hard hand scoop up globs of his cum, smearing it all over his handsome face, his lips, his tongue. More... More...
"OH YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!" Sam felt Ryan's hole work double hard, clenching harder, milking deeper... "OH FUCK! YOU LITTLE CUNT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!!!"
Ryan felt a swell inside him as he sucked on Sam's cum-covered hand. Here it is. Finally. Finally. Gushing... thick, hot... deep inside him... seemingly endless... gushing...
...
"(Sam...)"
"School starts tomorrow. You're on your own."
"SAM!"
"You deal with Coach yourself. I didn't train a nasty slut. You're on your own."
"(SAM!)"