Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:17:39 -0500 From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com> Subject: straight jock boy chronicles: entry v Thank you all for the amazing feedback on this series so far! Always looking for ideas, fantasies, etc., to incorporate into this series! Love to hear what you all have to think, as usual! xoxo - jasper proseinourdreams@gmail.com proseinourdreams.wordpress.com <Straight Jock Boy Chronicles> <Entry FIVE> (previously) ... the whimpering jock boy felt his insides overflowing with heat, his knees shaking inconsolably as the unending sounds of a monster cock entering and withdrawing from a hole became wetter and wetter, sloppier and sloppier, deeper and deeper. The foreign sound of his own voice - shrill screams, hot moans... begging... pleading for more - frightened him. Ryan, gasping, finally collapsed on his knees, forehead pressing against the steamy wall and fingers gripping and clasping uselessly yet desperately onto the bare wall, his fingertips seeking solace from the rough surface, ass red and arched in the air, his tender, broken hole fucked wide open and filled with cum, his blond, meaty legs still spread so wide apart. Trying to catch his breath, unable to turn around to face the man - the men - who set this up, seething and shaking with rage, shame... and his insatiable desire for more. (now) "Very, very nice..." Ryan blushed instantly from the compliment, grinning shyly like a little schoolboy, his eyes filled with uncertainty and anxiousness that betrayed his disarming, charmingly adorable grin. "Fits you perfectly. Turn." Ryan obliged obediently, spreading his arms wide and slowly turning around, his long toes digging into the rug beneath him as the 19-year-old jock boy rotated in one spot. More blood flushed his face. He felt his cherubic cheeks burning. "Very, VERY nice... are they comfortable?" "Yes... yes sir...!" Ryan blurted out as he completed his 360-degree rotation, feeling the hard plastic of the football shoulder pads against his smooth, bare skin. The blond jock felt his heart pound faster, while the fine, blond hairs from his exposed armpits felt damp from sweaty anxiety. "Good boy... tell me what you do..." "I'm... I'm... a college quarterback..." Ryan lied. He was always the wide receiver when he played high school football, a sport he hasn't really played since focusing his college sports career as a popular freshman baseball star. His smooth upper torso started to glisten with a light sheen of sweat. The teenage jock's voice quavered a bit from his mistruth, obvious to him and the man before him, but that didn't matter. "Good boy... tell me why you are here..." "I'm... I'm... here to... for... my physical... pre-season physical... sir... coach..." Ryan struggled to spout out more lies. This stranger was not Ryan's coach, and they both knew that. The pads were a size too small on Ryan's developed and full chest, resulting in the jock boy's red and quarter-sized nipples peeping out from underneath the pads; the grooves between his lean ab muscles deepened as the jock inhaled and exhaled deeply, sharpening the jock boy's prominent "V", the taught lower abs that lead eyes straight down to Ryan's hairless groin: a fat and full package barely enclosed by a thin layer of white cotton jockstrap. Perhaps also a size too small, the jockstrap futilely strained to preserve the jock's modesty; the thin, white elastic bands barely, barely framing Ryan's fat, smooth ass cheeks, which spilled out obscenely from between the jockstrap bands. "Lick your thumbs." Ryan obeyed, slowly, coyly, forcing again his boyish grin. His eyes, again, betrayed his cheeky smile. "Touch your nipples with them..." "(Coach...!)" "Touch your nipples..." "(Ughnnn...!)" "That's it... good quarterback... following coach's instructions... rub your jock nipples... gently..." "(Ughnn! Ughnn!)" Involuntary grunts escaped from the jock boy's throat as electricity shot from his nipples to his fingertips down to his wriggling toes. Ryan felt a stir in his balls and cock. He knew what would happen next if he kept flicking his sensitive, slut-making nipples. The man before him knew, too. "Harder..." "(UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNN!)" "Harder... that's it... good boy... god jock boy..." "Ughnn! UGHnnn!" "More. Harder! You love it don't you? Harder!" Ryan's turgid, 8-inch cock burst out of the confines of his jockstrap, angry red and flexing with every torturous thumb flick. Ryan's bare toes flexed and curled, agonizing from pleasure. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and armpits. "Squats. Give me 20..." "Ughnn...! Yes... yes... coach... ughn!!" Ryan spread his muscled legs shoulder-width apart and lowered himself into a low squat position, feeling the tingling sensation from his exposed, pink jock hole. The fake coach circled Ryan, burning gazes into Ryan's bare ass and thighs, rising and lowering, revealing every taught, developed muscle on the blond teenage jock dripping with sweat and sex. "Good. Good form. Who said to stop flicking your boy tits? Harder. Pinch them. That's it. Moan. Make yourself moan like a little bitch. Go lower next rep. More!" "Ughn! Yes... yes... sir... I mean... coach! Ughnn!!!" Ryan's face burned crimson as the fully-clothed stranger circled him, practically drooling, lecherous and greedy, as he repeated the squats, going as low as he could, feeling his thigh and ass muscles flex and relax over and over, his thumbs pressed against his nipples, his rock-hard cock obscenely dripping a stream of precum. Ryan's heart pounded against his chest... red faced and avoiding eye contact with this man as he pleasured himself via his sensitive nipples. "Don't you dare cum, quarterback. On your knees." Ryan's body shook and trembled as he lowered himself onto the rug, his thumb flicking hard against his swollen and red nipples, high-pitched cries began to escape his dry throat. His cock was so hard, so fucking hard, dripping and flexing and dripping. Ryan bit his lips and shut his eyes as he teased and edged himself in front of the older man. "What are you?" "(Ughnn...!) I'm your quarterback, coach! UGHN! UGHN!" "And?" "I'm... ughn! I'm... ughn! Your bitch, coach...! I'm your little jock bitch!" Ryan awkwardly recited his script verbatim and gasped in surprise as he felt his hands get slapped away from his sensitive, raw nipples, replaced quickly by a hungry mouth on one, biting, sucking, licking voraciously, a rough hand on his other nipple, twisting, pinching hard and sadistic. Ryan's eyes instantly rolled to the back of his head and cried out, "Oh god! UGHN! OH JESUS! UGHNN! UGHN!!!" "Yah? You're my little jock slut, aren't you?! Fucking piece of hot jock ass?! Little fuckin' whore?! Wanna please coach? Wanna make coach happy?! You hot little fucker. Dirty piece of shit." "OH FUCK! COACH! UGHNN! UGHN! OW! SHIT! NOT... SO... UGHNN! HARD...! UGHNN!" Ryan heard himself go off-script. He couldn't help himself as the man fiendishly fed on his nipples, pushing him down on his back. Ryan instinctively wrapped his powerful, blond legs around the man's torso as he gripped tightly onto the soft rug with each hand, moaning, gasping in pleasure and pain. "Want it?! Want coach?! Come on! Say you need coach! Say it! Say it!" "UGHNN! I... UGHNN! YES... I... I... OW! ... WANT IT! I NEED... COACH...!! UGHNNN!!" "Say it! What do you want from coach?! Say it you piece of shit faggot jock! Say it!!" The man spit on Ryan's cute face and slapped his ass before biting and twisting Ryan's raw nipples harder, feeling the shivering jock boy buckling underneath, thrashing about, grunting and making pitifully desperate sounds, legs tightly wrapped around him, knuckles white from the death-grip he had on the rug. "UGHNN!! I... I WANT TO! I NEED... I... I WANT... UGHN! TO CUM! PLEASE! UGHNN!! OWW FUCK!!! "Good horny quarterback. Open wide, boy! That's it! Feel coach's finger spreading your tight little fuckin cunt open? HUH?! Say it! Say it!! BEG!" "OH GOD! COACH! OW!! UGHNN!! SPREAD ME... OPEN!! PLEASE!!" Ryan spread his legs wide like a good little jock whore, letting this man violate his boy hole with two spit-covered fingers. Instantly, Ryan's entire body shook uncontrollably. His long toes curled tightly in the air. Teeth nibbling on his swollen nipple, a rough hand twisting the other, two fingers inside him pushing against that... that... one spot. "UGHNNNNNNNN!! UGHNN!! OH FUCK! UGHN!!! PLEASE... OH SHIT! UGHNN! YOU'RE GONNA... WAIT! OH GOD!!! WAIT STOP! FUCK! UGHNN!!! YOU'RE... GUHNNN! STOP! YOU'RE GONNA... UGHNN MAKE ME... UGHNN!! UGHN! UGHNNNNNN!!!!!!!" Ryan's flat, heaving abs were instantly covered in globs of spewing jock cum as Ryan threw his head back onto the rug and arched his back, his hungry, desperate hole sucking on the man's two finger like a vacuum. The man could feel Ryan's pounding heartbeat from inside his hot, smooth jock hole. The smell of fresh teenage boy cum filled the steamy space between Ryan and the man. "UGHN! I'm... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I wasn't supposed to cum yet... oh god..." Ryan, panting, trembling and covered in sweat and cum, dug the palms of his hands into his eyes as the remainder of his jock cum trickled out of his still hard cock, body convulsing. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Right on cue, the man thought to himself. Sam was right - damn, this boy's a pro. Ryan, still shaking from his sudden ejaculation, felt the man unclench his teeth from his aching nipples, felt a rough hand scoop up the cum overflowing from the ridges framing his abs. As soon as Ryan felt the man's greedy, hot mouth covering his own parched lips, Ryan cried out in pain, body buckling, thrashing. He felt a hard, greasy something painfully forcing its way into his tender, clenching hole. That wasn't part of their agreement: role-play only, no kissing, no cock-ass penetration. Be the man's sex toy until you shoot your load. Sam was clear about the terms, or Ryan thought, as his face winced with pain from the forbidden penetration and his body, his aching hole, burned with hungry, conflicted desire. "(PLEASE! ughnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn oh GOD! ughn!!! I... can't! I'm sorry!! UGHN!!!!!!! FUCK! UGHN!! OH GOD!!!)" Desperate tears formed in Ryan's clear, baby-blue eyes as he struggled under the man, feeling that... sensation, the craving... as his boy hole got stretched wider and wider. The sight of Ryan, spread helpless and exposed before him in shoulder pads and a useless jockstrap, moaning and grunting, wet with cum and sweat, the pungent smell of jock cum, sweat and ass, was too much. He had to fuck this jock, to taste his red lips and sweet mouth, to be inside him. With his wrists helplessly pinned down above his head, Ryan's screams into the man's mouth were instantly coupled with the rough and sloppy sounds of heavy balls slapping against a plump ass and the unmistakable sounds of a thick cock fucking open a boy hole with nothing but fresh jock cum as lube. The man's cock, fat and long, with just the right curvature, made Ryan's toes curl and eyes roll to the back of his head. Ryan's entire body melted with lust and desire. He heard himself: protests turned into a pathetic, whimpering and quavering voice, groaning and moaning into the man's hot mouth as he gave up fighting the man's tongue, mouth and cock. That spot deep inside him, with a cock pressing against it, rubbing against it, pounding it, drilling it, instantly made Ryan submit his whole body, his bare heels pulling the man deeper inside his wet hot boy cunt with every angry thrust. "UGHN!! UGHNN! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! ME! GUHNNN!! PLEASE!! HARDER!! HARDER! UGHNN!!!!!!!!!" "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you nasty little piece of jock ass!! Yah! Scream like a little whore! You want coach's cock in your boy pussy? Open wide! Spread wide for coach. Don't fight it. That's it. Take it. Take it like a girl! You fuck your girls like this, huh?! You fuck them long and hard like this? HUH? Deep?! That's it! Do your teammates know their quarterback gets fucked like a girl? You can take a real cock, quarterback... take it, you filthy little jock boy! Want it deeper?! Take it! Yes, squeal like a little pig slut bottom you are! Say you want it! Say 'fuck me deeper'! Beg! Beg for cock you perverted little shit! Scream! Nobody can fuckin' hear you! Take coach's cock! Take it! Gonna breed your fuckin' jock ass! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!!!" (one day prior) "(Sam...)", Ryan - red-faced and heart pounding, breathless - finally willed himself to turn around. Sam was alone, his towering figure leaning against the cum-soiled row of lockers, stared down at the naked, sweaty jock boy, still on his knees, his broken hole wet and red, leaking a trickle of thick, white cum between the two meaty mounds of jock ass cheeks. "(Sam... I'm... I'm sorry...)" No response. Just a steely stare. "(Sam!)" Ryan gulped, swallowing hard and tasting his own cum on his lips and tongue, pleading desperately, his voice dry, breaking and raspy from hours of grunts, moans and screams. "(Sam! I'm sorry... please...)" Silence. Steeling stare. "(Please... say something...!)" Ryan's eyes filled with tears as he willed his aching, abused body towards Sam, his balls so drained of cum, his finally-flaccid cock tender and red, slowly crawling on all fours towards the older jock. His voice cracked. "Please don't tell coach... I'm begging you...!" Nothing. Sam stuffed Ryan's wad of cash into his back pocket. "Please..." Ryan's naked body made its way to Sam's feet, every muscle on the jock boy's lithe body aching and covered in ejaculate, saliva, and/or sweat, his big blue eyes nearly overflowing with tears. Ryan pawed at Sam's thighs as he begged, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Please don't tell coach... please... I'll make it up to you... please... you know me... let me make it up to you... please..." Sam watched in silence as the blond jock whore rose on his knees, pathetically imploring. Ryan's trembling hands groping futilely at Sam's denim-clad tree-trunk thighs, his cum and tear-covered face, somehow even more perversely boyish and innocent than ever, nuzzled against Sam's crotch. Near delirium, Ryan didn't really know what he was doing... he just wanted to appease Sam somehow, and there is only one thing that ever appeased Sam. Breathing in the older jock's familiar and masculine scent, Ryan ran his trembling hands all over Sam, feeling the hard muscle underneath his clothes. He kissed Sam's thighs, his crotch, his t-shirt covered belly, as he slowly, achingly and dizzily rose to his bare feet, softly and pleadingly kissing Sam's calloused hand, tasting his salty skin, his hairy forearms, bulging biceps, inhaling deeply the taller jock's rank and smelly armpits, finally wrapping his bare arms around Sam's muscled torso as he planted more desperate kisses on the taller man's neck. "Please... let me make it up to you... please don't tell coach... let me make you feel good... please... I'll do anything... anything... ughnnn... ughnnn...!" Ryan gasped as he felt Sam's rough hands on his ass, kneading the two mounds of used and abused jock muscle deeply and mercilessly, holding onto Sam's muscled body tightly as he felt his ass get spread open, feeling the hot locker room air on his abused cummy hole as he nuzzled in Sam's embrace, licking the salty nape of Sam's neck as he arched his back and rose on his bare toes, his own fingers digging deep into Sam's muscular back as he pushed his cum-filled, used, filthy whore ass back into Sam's greedy hands. "(ughnn... ughnn... anything...) UGHN! OW! UGHNN! OW!! FUCK! UGHNN!!!!" Ryan cried in surprise as he felt Sam strike his ass, hard and brutal. He held on and buried his wincing face in Sam's hard pecs. The spanking continued mercilessly and endlessly as the blond jock muffled his cries, or attempted to, as the sounds of palm against jiggly and plump ass cheeks filled the locker room. Ryan's ass was on fire, he gritted his teeth as he endured Sam's punishment, breathing in the musky smell of the jock who fucked open his jock cherry for the first time so many years ago, his sore body shaking uncontrollably, spanked to the verge of losing control. Ryan dug his nails into Sam's back and cried for mercy... "PLEASE! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! PLEASE!!!! UGHNN! UGHNNNNN! SAM! FUCK! UGHNNN! OW! OW! GUHNN!!! GUHNN!!!" Sam was relentless, spanking the naked jock whore in his embrace, feeling Ryan's hot, cummy breaths on his chest as he struck the cum slut in silence. Suddenly, the hot, pleading breaths on Sam's chest turned into soaking tears as Ryan lost any control he had left of his naked body and began sobbing, wailing, and crying from the pain. Only, his jock cock was hard again, so fucking hard and red, aching and sore against Sam's rough denim, his entire body buckling and jerking every which way in Sam's arms as Sam continued his spanking. Suddenly, Sam grabbed both red and tender ass cheeks hard, spreading and kneading Ryan's best assets wide apart. Ryan lost it. Completely lost control. Every bit of it. Streams of cum gushed out of his open hole. He could feel it, hear the splattering of soiled cum hitting the cement floor. So much cum. Gushing. It made him harder than ever, more aroused than he ever realize he could get. "Go clean yourself up," Sam intoned as he released Ryan's from his powerful grip as the shaking and crying jock boy fell limply to his knees on top the thick puddle of soiled cum. "(Sam...)" Ryan blubbered as felt his knees and feet coated in cum and his own ass juice. "But first... ass up," Sam deadpanned, smirking on the inside as he watched his personal jock whore obey without question, leaning down on all fours and raising that glorious, juicy ass up. Ryan could smell the cum and his ass on the ground... and fought his inexplicable desire to stick his tongue out and lick the cum clean off the floor. "UGHN! UGHN! SAM! UGHNN!!!!" Ryan gasped and winced in surprise, pain, and pleasure. Could it be? Please let it be. "UGHN! OH SHIT! OH FUCK!!" "Go get cleaned up. You keep that thing in. You hear?" "Oh... fuck... yes... yes, sir... ughn! UGHN!" Ryan complied as Sam spanked his red and now plugged up ass two more times, disappointed, somehow wishing it had been Sam in his ass rather than the humongous... whatever it was... filling his stretched out, cummy hole. "Hit the showers... and don't you dare touch that cock of yours." (a few minutes later...) Ryan felt the hot water pour over his violated body, feeling the soreness of every muscle as all the cum and sweat and sex got washed away. He was hard. Still so hard. Sam's masculine smell lingered in his senses, the stinging rawness of his spanked ass cheeks, the massive toy Sam had shoved inside his worn and cummy hole. Ryan stood alone in the massive, open shower, forehead pressed against the tile wall in the corner, feet crossed tightly around the ankles as he desperately, hungrily squeezed his sore ass muscles tightly, sucking the plug in deeper with ever squeeze, feeling his cock that much closer to erupting again. "Ughnn! Oh... oh fuuuuck!" Ryan felt the toy vibrate inside him. "Sam...? Oh Jesus! Ughn...! Sam!? Ughnn! SAM!!" "UGHN! OH... FUCK!!! UGHNN! UGHNN!" Ryan felt the intensity of the vibration/electricity increase, doubling the tremors the deeply-lodged sex toy sent throughout his shaking body. Ryan buckled from the heightened sensation and fell to his knees, whimpering... unable to stop squeezing his ass cheeks lewdly together, sucking the vibrating toy deeper and deeper. "OH FUUUUCK! JESUS! SAM!! FUCK!!! FUCK! FUCK!!! FUUCK! SHIT!! OH GOD! SAM! PLEASE!!!!!!!" The vibrations doubled again... the toy seemed to get bigger, harder... electric currents... Sam watched from the other side of the showers with a remote control, observing his jock whore fall on all fours, ass up, fists clenched and toes curled under the shower. Ryan's toned body shook more violently with ever increase of the dial, his eight-inch cock swung obscenely between his legs, red and angry and dripping, nearly bursting. "FUCK! FUCK! JESUS CHRIST SAM! FUCK! PLEASE...! OH GOD! OH UGHNN!! UGHN!! OH FUCK!!!" Ryan desperately wanted to jack himself off - he's been on the edge ever since Sam's brutal spanking - but he knew Sam was watching. He howled in frustration and pleasure as he pounded his fists against the wet tile floor, arching his muscled back and gyrating his hips and ass like a bitch in heat. Sam turned up the dial. "OH FUCKING GOD! JESUS... OH OH UGHNN UGHNN UGHNNNN!! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!! GUHHNNNNN!!!!" Ryan's eyes rolled to the back of his head as electricity shot through every inch of his body. He for sure thought he'd cummed already from the sensation, but his cock is just leaking, long streams of clear jock juice. Ryan could do nothing but scream in pleasure and agony, not daring to touch his cock. "OH! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! YES! OH FUCK! JESUS CHRIST PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!" More electricity, vibrations, and near orgasmic spasms sent Ryan on his back, buckling, shaking, whimpering uncontrollably. His legs in the air, toes clasping so hard in a tight curl, Ryan grunted and whimpered and cried like he was getting slammed by... god knows... a team of horny, hungry hard-fucking men. His cock stood perpendicular to his tight, flat stomach, so red, so turgid, so wet and desperate to erupt. His legs shaking as he struggled to breathe amidst the pulsating pleasure in his hole and the endless stream of water, Ryan began flicking his nipples with his thumb and desperately pushed himself out of the stream of pouring water. Sam said nothing about his nipples. He was so close. "UGHNNN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!" Right away, Ryan felt more electricity shoot through his body, sending his naked torso and legs into convulsions and orgasmic spasms. He pinched his nipples, squeezed them, twisted them, cried desperate cries as he finally felt the deep, hot, swelling from his balls struggle to gush out of his cock. Screaming for more, harder, harder, more, spreading his legs wide, Ryan threw his head back in pleasure as he spotted Sam with the remote on the other side of the room. And another man. And another. And another. And another. And another... as he moaned and squealed like a slut getting pounded, alone, in the middle of the empty shower, legs spread wide, shaking, convulsing, grunting, whimpering, screaming... it was too late... Ryan, at once horrified at the realization - and the recognition of many faces standing there... many from the bar that he... oh god... - blasted gushing streams of cum, endless, in a seemingly endless orgasm driven by whatever was sending electric waves throughout his numb and tingly body. He could hear his own cum spray out of his cock, hitting his face, chest, abs, everywhere on the wet tile, with the pouring water a few feet away. Ryan, beyond horrified, could only lay there limply, feeling the toy in his ass finally subside, the rest of his cum dribbling out of his sore cock. Ryan faintly heard Sam intone before he blacked out: "Show's over, guys. You wanted first dibs on the boy, right? What's your fancy? Jock? Perfect... football? Quarterback? You got it." "What's that? No problem. I'll tell him it's off limits. Yah... then just fuck him. He'll love it. He'll try to fight it because I said 'no', but don't worry. Fuck him as hard as you want. He'll try to obey me like a good boy, but just fuck the shit out of him. You'll see. Boy's a pro." Thank you all for the amazing feedback on this series so far! Always looking for ideas, fantasies, etc., to incorporate into this series! Love to hear what you all have to think, as usual! xoxo - jasper proseinourdreams@gmail.com proseinourdreams.wordpress.com