My name's Jack Jones. I'm not much to look at - I'm skinny, with a plain face, plain hair, short height and my dick's nothing to brag about either. I'm gay as well, which no-one knows, except Steve, my best friend who I mess around with sometimes - blowjobs, handjobs, a bit of fingering if we're really frisky.

I have a serious muscle fetish though, which has gone unsatisfied for too long. I love watching the rugby team play, with their taut shirts, bulging muscles and savage faces as they batter their way through all opposition. I became obsessed with the idea of what it would be like if they just had their way with me. If they just took me and used me for their own pleasure - all of them, all at once. Little was I to know that one day, my dreams would come true...

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I snuck into the locker rooms while the team was showering. It was a habit of mine - whenever they played a match, I would follow them back to the changing rooms. They took their dirty kit with them when they left, so my only chance was a window of a few minutes while they washed off. I knew I was safe - the showers were around a corner, and I would have time to sneak out of the door if I heard any footsteps.

I darted through the room to find my prize - hanging on a hook in the middle of the room were the socks of Hunter Bedford, the number eight and captain of the school rugby team. I sat down underneath them and slipped my trousers down enough to get my cock out - it was already hard. I whipped a sock off the hook and held them to my nose and took a deep breath in. The sweaty scent of Hunter filled my nostrils. I imagined him, doing anything and everything he wanted to me - so manly, so virile, I thought of myself down on my knees, sucking the huge fuck rod that I thought he must have, making me his bitch, his willing bitch, maybe with some of his rugby friends too... yeah, maybe the whole team is there, and one after another, they fuck my mouth mercilessly, coat me with cum --

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" shouted a voice. I opened my eyes - shit, it was Blair, the full-back, at the entrance from the showers, staring at me wanking to Hunter's sweaty sock.

"Shit, Blair... I mean, fuck, I can explain--" I began, but it was too late.

The rest of the team, some in towels, some still naked, ran back to the changing room, alerted by Blair's shout. They all saw what I was doing, and stared at me in disbelief.

Blair walked forward, snatched the sock from me and inspected the label inside. "Hunter," he said. "It's yours."

Hunter, who hadn't had time to put a towel forward, hesitated for a second in shock, and then charged at me. He hit me, right in the jaw, throwing me onto the floor, before kicking me in the side. He jumped on top of me, straddling me as I lay face up, helplessly trying to protect myself, as he punched me more.

"YOU FUCKING FAG!" he screamed. "YOU CREEPY FUCKING STALKER! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

He got a couple of hits in before Mike, another player, ran over in a towel to stop him. Mike caught Hunter's arm before he could hit me again, but didn't have the strength to actually push him off me.

"Jesus, man, look at what you're doing to him!" Mike told him. A trickle of blood was coming from my nose, and I felt the beginnings of a black eye. "Look, it's fucked up, I know, but you can't just beat the shit out of him, you know?"

Hunter breathed, relaxed slightly, and put down his fists, but remained of top of me. I started to cry, in pure relief.

"But we can't let this fucking queer get away with him, Mike - we have to teach him a lesson," replied Hunter, trying to persuade him.

Jim, a prop, cut in: "But dude, look at it this way - we own him now. If he doesn't do whatever we tell him from now on, we can just tell everyone the fucked-up shit he gets up to! He's a nerd - he can do our homework, do our chores, even suck our dicks if we tell him! Jesus, I know he'd be up for it, and I heard fags give the best blowjobs!"

"Yes!" I cried out. "Yes, anything - I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me any more, and please don't tell anyone!"

Hunter considered it for a moment. "Huh... I guess we can make that work. You're our bitch now, you understand, Jones?"

I nodded frantically, willing to do anything to get out of this mess.

"You do whatever we want, bitch, and maybe, when we got a case of the blue balls, you get rewarded with a bit of this."

Hunter took his cock, even bigger than I'd imagined, and slapped it against my chest. I'd completely forgotten in my terror that Hunter Bedford himself was straddling me naked, but I suddenly remembered as the danger passed. Suddenly I realised that my fantasy man - and ten other muscle-men - were surrounding me, all either naked or wearing towels. I couldn't resist my bodily urges - my dick started to harden at breakneck speed.

"Oh my God, Hunter, look behind you - he's getting hard already!" one of the players chimed in.

Hunter looked, and laughed contemptuously when he saw it. My rock-hard dick was only just the size of Hunter, flaccid. "Oh, my, my, looks like the bitch is ready for an advance payment!".

And with that, Hunter shuffled up, and shoved his cock in my mouth. I opened up readily enough - whatever the circumstances, this was Hunter we were talking about, and I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It tasted of heaven. That's the only way I can describe it. All my dreams came true, and the some. Hunter's circumsised cock was warm, and sweaty, and carried a thick, manly musk. I enveloped a quarter of it with my mouth, licking, slurping, anything I could do to get more of him. Hunter's hairy balls rested on my chin as his soft cock drooped down into my mouth as I lay on the floor. As I looked up, all I could see was Hunter - huge, domineering, cruel, rough, savage, in control. His muscles bulged in graceful bundles all over - his pecs, biceps, abs, every part of him was twice the size of mine. Hair bristled all over him, not least in the dense, trimmed forest of his pubes, glistening with moisture, tempting me to dive in and lick it all off. On one level I was doing this to keep my secret safe - not that I was gay (that was always going to leak out eventually), but that I was sneaking around to get the rugby players' sweaty clothers. But on another level, all I was thinking was: "Holy fuck! Hunter's letting me suck his cock!". I wasn't hurting that badly, and besides, I'd always loved to imagined being roughed about while Hunter dumped his cum on me. If that could actually happen and stay secret, I had no regrets about what was happening. Hell, I'd never tell anyone this, but I was feeling so grateful to Hunter, making my fantasies come true like this.

Hunter laughed again. "Dude, film this shit, I want this on tape!" he said, as his cock hardened in my mouth. He pulled me up, onto my knees, and stood up himself, so that the angle was easier on his cock.

His friends began to circle me, stripping off themselves and jerking off as they watched me in full slut mode. I saw a camera flash go off a few times, and the beep-beep of someone starting to video my efforts. Harry, another team-mate, actually had a pen-knife in his bag. He took it and started to cut my clothes off, leaving me naked, surrounded by ribbons of fabric as I sucked on, oblivious.

I barely noticed what was going on around me, even the stripping away of my clothes - I ignored it. I was totally focussed on my idol in front of me. Hunter's cock was rock hard now and was enormously long. I could take about the top half into my mouth and used my hands for the rest. Precum oozed from the tip, and I lapped it up happily as a foretaste of what was to come. Back and forth went my mouth along his gargantuan fuck-rod until I gathered up the courage to try to deep throat him (which, admittedly, I had practised before on my friend Steve's smaller dick). On the forward stroke, I opened my throat and, resisting the urge to gag, let Hunter's cock slide slowly down my gullet, stretching the walls with its incredible girth.

His cock finally bottomed out, and I found myself staring deep into a bush of pubes, inhaling its masculine scent as a thick cock filled my mouth and my throat. I looked up to Hunter for approval, and I saw him, grunting with pleasure, eyes pointing up to the ceiling as an indication of my success.

Suddenly, Blair piped up from the circle-jerk around us: "Hunter, that shit looks awesome - can you hurry up so we can get some?"

"Yeah it's fucking amazing - like, the best blowjob I've ever had. Let me just finish off and you can have a go."

And with that, Hunter grabbed my head and raised the pace. He took control of my head, throwing it back and forward along his cock, so that one moment, my nose was nestled in his crotch, and the next, only his head was still in my mouth. I had to discipline myself so I made sure I breathed while there was nothing in my throat - otherwise, I might black out and displease Hunter.

But it was so hard to concentrate since I was in ecstasy. Hunter was using my mouth as a pussy, as a dump for his cum and nothing more, as just an object. Over and over again he penetrated my throat, until finally he climaxed. With a mighty roar, he pulled his cock out of my wide-open mouth and started to jizz all over my face. Ropes of cum lashed me in the hair, the eyes, along my cheeks, but mainly into my mouth. Jets of the stuff swirled around my tongue, and I gulped it down gratefully, savouring the taste of this heaven-sent manna.

When Hunter had finished, I licked his cock clean. I glanced at the mirror in the corner and saw myself - a pathetic wretch, bruised and bleeding, dripping cum and on his knees. But I loved it, and I wanted more.

Three more stepped up next - Blair, the tall, lithe full-back who sported a thick, medium length rod; Jim, the shortish, stocky prop with a long, thin dick that was already dripping precum; and Mike, from the back row, a tall gym-freak with a veiny, average length cock. They stood in front of me, waiting to be served.

I grabbed Jim's first, swallowing it in one and working on it like a bitch in heat while the other two jerked theirs and slapped me a bit on the cheeks with their own cocks. I moved on from Jim to Mike, who immediately took charge, grasping my head and relentlessly pounding my throat, balls slapping hard against my chin with every stroke, hurting me a lot with his vice-like grip on my skull as he fucked my mouth hard. Then, Blair, a bit more gentle, who rocked slowly back and forth but allowed me to do most of the work.

They'd all gotten pretty horny from watching my performance with Hunter, so it didn't take them long. In fact, they all finished within 30 seconds of each other, like some sort of erotic chain reaction. At the time, I had Jim halfway to my stomach, so he blasted directly into my throat, while the other two hit me from the sides, adding to the puddles left by Hunter and making veritable lakes of jizz on my face. Blair actually whipped out his phone at that point, and I looked directly into the camera with a slutty grin on my face for him to take a picture. At that point, I was so far gone I didn't care what they did.

A few more looked like stepping up, but Hunter intervened. "Guys, this is fun and everything, but this is taking way too long - we're gonna be late for the bus if we don't speed this up. What I'm thinking is that our little bitch here has two holes - it will take half the time if we use both... how about we lube him up and then keep going?"

A few people looked a bit uncertain, but they were soon carried along by everyone else's enthusiasm. Me, I was terrified. This was new ground for me - I knew it would hurt, I knew this wasn't something that people found enjoyable the first time from what I'd read. Jesus, and they were all so rough, and there were so many - I wasn't sure my ass could take multiple cocks, one after another like this. But I knew I couldn't protest. Jim was right earlier - they did own me. So I braced myself as they dragged me to my feet and bent me over, so my arms were holding on to the narrow wooden bench below me.

They saw my ass was clean - I'm fastidious about that stuff - and they got to work without hesitation. I didn't even know who it was who stepped up to bat first, all I heard was a few spitting noise, some saliva being rubbed on my hole, and then the piercing pain of a long, thick cock penetrating my ass, pushing inexorably up to the hilt, burying itself deep in my boy-pussy. I screamed in pain - I felt like I was being ripped apart, and I tried to pull myself off the cock, but I was held firmly in place while the man behind me gave me time to accustom myself.

I was still shrieking in pain though. "For fuck's sake, I'll shut him up then," said Tyson, as walked around the back of the bench and shoved his dick in my mouth. Tyson was famous for throwing backwards anyone who dared to oppose him in the ruck. He came from Nigeria originally, and was the only ethnic player in the team. He was huge: he went to the gym every day, took protein shakes and even (rumour had it) steroids like there was no tomorrow and it paid off. He looked like a professional weight-lifter - no-one I had ever seen in the flesh came close to the muscle he had on him. Seeing him nude for the first time was just as I had dreamed - he was the African stallion of every true bottom's dreams, and he had the cock to match. 13 inches long, almost as wide as a Coke can, I had never seen anything like it, on the screen or in reality. But I had no time for pondering, as he stopped my screaming with his throat-busting black baby-maker. I could hardly breathe as he slammed it over, and over, and over.

But I wasn't distracted for long. Just then the mystery man behind me decided to get going, seeing that I had my adult pacifier in now. There was no build up with him - he went from 0 to top speed immediately. My sphincter felt like it was stretched around a water melon - that's how wide I thought this cock must be. It reached deep inside me, tickling my innermost nerve-endings. But the pain began to subside, and as it did, I realised that there was a spot he was touching, a few inches in, with every thrust. I realised it must be my prostate, my G-spot, and every time he touched it, something tingled inside me, sending electric sparks through every nerve inside me. This is what pleasure feels like, I realised.

With my black stud feeding me from the front, and the anonymous player rocking my ass from behind, the pressure suddenly built on me. I hadn't been wanking - I had too much else to co-ordinate - but my cock was rock hard, pointing towards the floor, and suddenly it was too much to bear. My dick spurted all over the floor, pulsing and convulsing as I dumped my load onto the changing room floor, and a greater climactic tingle than any I had felt before that afternoon filled me up.

Soon after, the guys began to finish up. Tyson, ahead of me, came first, squirting deep into me, impregnating my throat with his beautiful African seed. Next, the man behind. I felt pulses wash run along his cock through the walls of my boy-pussy before suddenly he came explosively. Ropes of cum washed like a tsunami through my canal, filling it up to the brim as he slowly withdrew. I felt like an overflowing pint glass as the vessel is slowly pulled away from the beer dispenser. When he exited me, I felt a gaping hole, needing to be filled, but finding no such satisfaction now that he had gone. I felt completely isolated now that both men had walked off, leaving me standing in the middle of a leering circle, bent over, dripping man-cream down my legs and face.

It was at this moment that a couple more of the guys peaked just from watching and jerking themselves off. One left streaks all down my back and left side, while the other drenched the back of my head and neck, pushing my face down to achieve maximum coverage.

Most of them were done now - some were showering, some watching, idly jerking off their semi-flaccid dicks, one who had taken over filming duty. I mentally counted the men who I'd gotten off so far - eight. Three were left - Lars, a tall Norwegian with a faded six pack and a well-groomed appearance; Alec, the lean winger who had a disproportionately huge cock; and Dan, the tall, wide prop who had limbs that looked like tree trunks.

They discussed their game plan together, in front of me, but completely ignoring me, knowing that my wishes were irrelevant to the decision they came to.

"How the fuck do we top that?" said Alec.

"Beats me," Lars replied.

"I have an idea, guys," said Dan. "Tyson and Mark [so that's who that was!] fitted two cocks in two holes. Why don't we do the same, but with three?"

"Fuck yeah!" said Lars. "Let's DP that little bitch!"

Their strategy decided upon, they hurried into position. Dan lay down length-ways on the wooden bench, with his back to the wood, cock pointing upwards. Lars stood to one side while Alec stood on the floor with Dan's feet at his knees.

Hunter, always happy to help humiliate me, manoeuvred me into position. He picked me up (I was much shorter and lighter even than Alec, the relative "baby" of the team - if that word can describe him - he was about 5'9" to my 5'2") and lowered me gently onto Dan's cock. It slowly filled me up, eliciting a long, satisfied moan from me, to a few people's amusement. I ended up lying down on Dan's cock, my back resting on his hairy, muscly torso. Because of our extreme height difference, my head ended up nestled snugly underneath his chin, while my heels barely even reached his ankles. But the cock, it was pretty big, but nothing I couldn't handle now that I had got used to it. It was the second cock that scared me.

Once I was in this position, I was moved slightly again. Alec lifted my legs slightly and spread them to a savage angle, as far as they would part without breaking them. Then he spat one last time on his cock and slid it in above Dan's.

Jesus, it hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. My ass was not built for this, I told myself. It can't take this sort of strain. So I screamed, louder than I had before, at the top of my voice, a high-pitched girl's scream, so emasculated did I feel. But the men had learnt from before, and Lars was on hand to plug me up.

Which was a good thing, because I soon realised I didn't want to put them off trying this. The pain faded, exactly the way it had the first time, and I discovered the same amazing feeling of being filled up completely. It felt so good - sorry I can't be more eloquent, but that's all there was to it. There's this amazing sense you get when someone's inside you that they're taking you, somehow, that you're being defiled, but at the same time that you're being loved and protected and cared for, even if intellectually I knew that the last part was 100% not true in this case. Multiply that feeling by 3 and you begin to understand the level of existential joy I was on.

Besides those two cocks starting to pump in and out of me, massaging my prostate and everywhere else for that matter, there was the matter of Lars too. He was holding himself up above me, essentially like at the top of a push-up, facing the opposite direction from me, so that if he ever cared to do a 69 (which, of course, he would never dream of), he would have been able to. He lowered he pelvis, so that his balls rested on the top half of my face, filling my nose with the musky scent of the manly sweat of a descendant of the Vikings, ready to defile another innocent. Just the thought of what came next got me super hard. He lowered his dick more, into my mouth as it pointed directly upwards, and further, into my throat which I gladly opened for such a lovely rod. He started to do pelvic push-ups, slapping my face nonchalantly with his balls as his shaft slid into my throat over and over again.

I came again, all over my stomach, coating the last cum-free area of me with jizz. And much as I hoped this moment would last forever, the sheer eroticness of the situation got to the men pumping me for all they were worth. Dan came first, filling my ass with his juicy cream, and I guess that must have set off Alec, because he withdrew, jerked himself off a bit and then sprayed his fuck-juice all over my dick, balls, ass and lower stomach. Lars sped up too, and when the other two had taken their dicks out of me, he flipped round, made me sit up and then skull fucked me in the position too. He came in my mouth so I could savour his man milk first. It came in great wads, dousing my tongue, teeth and the inside of my cheeks with great globules of his delicious cum. It was slightly salty, slightly bitter and completely awesome. I swallowed it down with real pleasure.

My view had been blocked by Lars' balls before, so I didn't realise everyone had gathered round again. They were shocked that I managed to take three of them at once - even Hunter had a faint look of disbelief on his face, although not enough to break through his permanent mocking look.

"Well," said Hunter. "It appears we've found ourselves a proper little queen. Well done, I guess, Jack. I wouldn't say we're proud of you, 'cos obviously that was fucking disgusting what you just did [cue laughter from others] but I think it's safe to say your secret is safe with us, as long as you keep us happy. If you don't, well, let's just say a certain video might leak to the internet!"

Hunter walked up to me with his phone, and took a whole body picture of me - drenched in cum, looking battered and bruised in the face, utterly pathetic, but still with a rock hard boner.

"Now get the fuck out of here, bitch."

Dazed, I let him drag me out of the locker room, and slam the door behind me. It was only a few seconds later that I realised I was naked, dripping jizz and in the wrong town.

THE END

 

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