A Jock's Fall

Troy's life had taken a cruel turn. At 18 he thought he had it made- good looking and a football scholarship ready to go with the top college team in the state. And then it happened. Just one month before graduation he was blindsided on a country road. He staggered out of the car, dazed from the accident when someone jumped him from behind and pressed a chloroform-soaked rag to his mouth. 

He woke up naked...somewhere. Tied down with his cock in a cage. And men he'd never seen before told him he'd been scouted. Not for football but as a sex slave. He protested of course but he was told a dead body matching his height and weight and age- burned beyond recognition- had been put in the wreck of his car before set ablaze. As far as anyone was concerned he was dead. And now his new life could begin. 

He was trained mercilessly. The smallest disobedience resulting in an electric rod to his ass or sides. He was subjected to endless water torture to break his mind down. And his cock cage was only ever removed for cleaning under strict supervision, never allowed to get hard. The total removal his ability to cum was what broke him totally. And his kidnappers and trainers were very casual about it- he'd never get hard or cum again. 

His diet? Well it was optimized to keep his athletic physique. Just enough to maintain his body mass as he was exercised regularly under the watchful eye of a crop wielding overseer. He was given as much water as he wanted but his food was strictly regulated. His body was immaculate and he was always hungry. 

Three years later...

The club was rockin' and Troy was doing his rounds. That's where he was put to work, by the man who bought him from the slavers who'd kidnapped him. He and a few other boys were to look pretty, dance for the clientele, and let themselves be used by whoever wanted to use them. They were all naked, about the club, watched by armed guards to make sure the slaves knew their place. 

Troy had already been used three times, marked by three lines made on his left pec with lipstick. He was also covered in body glitter, and his blond pubes had been shaved into a hart and dyed red above his cock cage. His body objectified and put on display. But he'd been broken years ago and walked up to the bar, seeing a fresh face. He leaned against it flirtatiously and smiled- they all had to smile- and addressed the newcomer. 

"Hey Sir, welcome" he said trying to sound friendly. They got punished with the ball zapper if they weren't friendly enough. 

The newcomer in jeans, a polo, and sports jacket looked over and... 

"Troy?"

Troy's heart jumped into his throat, for a moment having some clarity beyond the training and conditioning he'd been put through. 

"Martin?" 

Martin, one of the kids Troy had bullied in high school, smiled and laughed. 

"Oh my god this is too perfect, look at this..." he said as he moved closer and grabbed the caged cock in his hands. No one would stop him. He was a client. It was his right. 

And Troy? He'd been forced to endure endless humiliations since his kidnapping three years ago but now... now he blushed deep. 

"Martin... I..." 

"Shut up, jocktard" Martin snapped. And Troy went quiet. A combination of his own slave training and shock at Martin's tone. 

"Thought you died! Can't say I was sad about that but this..." he smiled. "This is better" he tugged on the cock cage. 

"Hey remember when you called me a fag all the time?" he added. Troy looked down and Martin pulled on his cock cage. 

"Ye...yes..." 

"Well you were right" Martin smirked. He let go of his caged cock only to smack his ass. 

"Come boy" he barked and grabbed his hand, pulling him along. He'd been taken three times already, but this one... this one made Troy's stomach turn as he followed Martin through the club to the rooms in the back. 

"Get on your knees" Martin said as they entered a quiet room way in the back of the club. 

"Martin I..." 

"I said shut your mouth jocktard! Obey" 

Martin was no longer the skinny dweeb he'd bullied but even so, Troy was stronger. Bigger. But he was also broken mentally. And whimpered pathetically as he kneeled. 

"Listen here muscle bitch" Martin began. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Your C- average ass was gonna get a full ride because you're good at some kid's game? Nah nah... someone decided to make use of you the only way you were really useful. Being a hot piece of ass. All your fucking pride taken away, just here to look pretty and take cock. Only things you're really useful for." He slapped Troy across the face and for the first time in three years Troy's anger took hold and he jumped to his feet. But Martin just raised an eyebrow. 

"You gonna have a muscle bitch tantrum? Do I need to call in security?" 

Troy felt his heart racing in his chest, knowing that... that there was no way out. He just... he just fell to his knees. 

"Martin please, please I'm so sorry. About everything. Please... I just... I just..." 

He was slapped again. 

"I don't care. I'm getting what's mine," Martin growled. On the bed, ass up and back arched. Like a good trained slut. This place only buys trained sluts so I know your empty head knows that much at least." 

Troy whimpered and crawled onto the bed, assuming a position he'd assumed three times already today... but this one... was different. Martin stripped down and moved behind him, teasing his ass with his cock as he looked down. The muscular body of his jock tormentor conquered and subdued for his pleasure. 

"This really is all you're good for," he said with a smirk. "A hot piece of ass." 

Troy said nothing... and just heard Martin spit into his hole... and then it happened. The dweeb he'd bullied through high school pressed his cock against his asshole and forced himself in. 

Troy gasped and grunted, gripping the pillows and sheets as he was taken. Martin grabbing his slicked back blond hair and yanking as he picked up his pace, grinding and thrusting deeper... slapping his ass and thighs. 

"Woo boy, that's it," he chuckled as he fucked Troy as roughly as he could, "you were a Bronco remember?" he added reminding Troy of his high school football team name. 

"Gotta ride you like one then!" 

Troy's throbbing soft cock rocked in its cage as he was fucked as hard as Martin could, his grip pulling his hair by the roots in the scalp as he yanked his head back. And then his head was driven into the pillows as they muffled his moans and grunts, and Martin came, thrusting firmly in as he filled his bowels with his seed, milking his cock in his asshole firmly, thoroughly. 

Finally the grip on his hair was gone but Martin barked out the order to stay put with his head down and ass up, and Troy obeyed with a soft whimper. Martin pulled out a stick of lipstick from the nightstand, used to mark the boys' pecs after each use. But he had a different idea. He wrote "JOCKTARD" out over the small of Troy's back and then yanked him up by his hair. "Stand" 

Troy stood, face red with shame as Martin's seed trickled out of his asshole. The kid he'd stuffed into toilets had just raped him and he couldn't do anything about it. Martin used the lipstick to check off a forth line on his pec. 

"There" he said as he slapped his ass again. 

"Follow me." 

Troy, eyes and head lowered, followed him back out to the club.
"Get to to work," Martin barked. "I've gotta get going. Got an internship through college to interview for. Have a nice life, jocktard." 

And with that Troy watched Martin leave the club, off to his future. Whereas Troy's ass was immediately grabbed by an older, fat drunken businessman. His own future made clear.