I’m a 20-year-old university student with an exhibitionist fetish. One night, after everyone had left, I snuck into the men’s locker room of the school gym. The basketball team had just finished evening practice, but I thought they were all gone. The air was still thick with the smell of sweat, body spray, and testosterone. My dick was already rock hard the second I stepped inside.
I stripped completely naked, stuffed my clothes into a random locker, and went straight to the open shower area. I sat on the tiled floor with my legs spread obscenely wide, shoved a fat dildo up my ass, and started fucking myself while sniffing a used jockstrap I found on the bench.
My moans echoed loudly in the empty locker room as I pounded my prostate. I was so lost in it, drooling and jerking my cock furiously, that I didn’t notice the six tall, sweaty basketball players walking in until it was too late.
“Yo what the fuck…?”
The team captain, a 190cm beast with a deep voice, dropped his bag. The others, all ridiculously hot, muscular, and still glistening with sweat from practice, surrounded me.
I froze with the dildo halfway inside my ass and my cock rock hard in my hand.
One of them laughed loudly. “Holy shit, we have a locker room slut.”
The captain stepped forward, grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up. “You came here to get fucked by our smell, didn’t you, you pathetic bitch?”
All I could do was moan like a whore, “Yes… I’m sorry… please…”
They lost it.
In seconds they had me on all fours in the middle of the locker room. They took off their sweaty practice uniforms and shoved them in my face.
“Sniff it properly, dog.”
While I was burying my face in their musky jockstraps and armpits, they wrote on my body with permanent markers.
“TEAM CUMDUMP” across my chest.
“FREE HOLE” above my ass.
“DOG PENIS” on my bald-shaved pubic area.
“COCK WHORE” on my forehead.
Then they put a spare dog collar from the training room around my neck and attached a leash.
“From tonight, you’re the basketball team’s official cumdump.”
They started using me right there on the dirty locker room floor. Two cocks in my mouth, one in each hand, and two taking turns destroying my ass. The wet slapping sounds and my muffled moans filled the entire room.
They used me for hours. Every time one of them came, they made me thank them while pushing the cum out of my ass into my own mouth.
After they were done with the first round, they dragged me naked, covered in cum, collar on, to the team bus outside. They made me crawl on all fours across campus at 1 a.m. while they walked me like a dog, occasionally spanking my ass so hard the sound echoed between buildings.
When we got back to the dorms, they turned the common lounge into a fuckfest. They bent me over the pool table, fucked me on the couch, even made me ride them while sitting on the gaming chair.
The captain took a video of me bouncing on his cock, bald pubes, collar, and all the degrading writing visible, and said:
“Smile for the camera, slut. This is going in the team group chat. Every player gets to use you whenever they want. Before practice, after practice, even during halftime if we feel like it.”
I came hands-free again just from the humiliation.
By morning, I was passed out on the floor of the common lounge, ass gaping, body covered in dried cum and their signatures.
