Part I
The locker room buzzed with the electric aftermath of the big baseball game, the air thick with the scent of sweat, dirt, and victory. The college team had just crushed their rivals, and the energy among the players was off the charts—pure, raw, masculine adrenaline pumping through every jock in the room. Among them was 19-year-old junior, Doy, a lean but toned shortstop with a golden tan, tousled light brown hair, and a 7.5-inch cock that was already stirring with a new kind of hunger. Doy had always been with girls, but earlier that day, before the game, he’d made a daring promise to himself: “If we win this game, I’m gonna damn dare to put the thing in,” he’d whispered in the mirror, his heart racing as he thought about the plug he’d bought on a whim. They won—hell yeah, they did—and Doy had kept his word. Right after the game, he’d slipped away to the bathroom, his hands trembling as he worked the plug into his tight, virgin ass. The sensation had left him damn hungry, his hole aching with need, and his curiosity about guys burning hotter than ever. At 5’10” with a runner’s build—wiry muscles, a tight bubble butt that jiggled slightly with every step, and a faint treasure trail leading down to his trimmed pubes—Doy was the picture of a young jock in his prime, his body radiating that 20-year-old college energy, his skin still glistening with sweat from the game.
Hours later, Doy and his teammate Kyle, another junior, found themselves at the campus bar, a dimly lit spot packed with students celebrating the win. The air was thick with the scent of beer, cologne, and raw energy, the music thumping through the walls as guys laughed and shouted over the noise. Doy sat at a sticky wooden table in a corner, sipping a blue cocktail that burned his throat, his cheeks flushed from the drinks and the heat of the night. His yellow baseball jersey was unbuttoned halfway, showing off his toned chest, the fabric clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. His 7.5-inch cock was half-hard in his tight jeans, the plug still sending waves of need through his body, making his ass clench with every shift in his seat.
Across from him sat Kyle, a 19-year-old black-haired, blue-eyed pitcher with a lean frame, his own jersey hanging loosely over his shoulders, revealing a glimpse of his smooth, defined pecs. Kyle was already tipsy, holding a beer in one hand, his cheeks red as he grinned at Doy, his blue eyes glassy with alcohol. “Heh heh! Nice!” Kyle slurred, raising his glass, his voice loud over the bar’s noise. “Doyle, the notes I borrowed really helped, right?”
Doy nodded, forcing a smile, but his mind was elsewhere—on the plug, on the way his body was screaming for something he’d never tried before, on the guys around him who kept stealing glances at his tight ass. “They did help a lot,” he said, his voice tight, his fingers gripping the glass a little too hard. “But it’s mostly thanks to my tutoring skill.” He glanced at Kyle, who was already swaying in his seat, and muttered, “Still…”
Kyle laughed, oblivious to Doy’s inner turmoil, his beer sloshing as he raised it again. “Fuck yeah, bro! Doyle, we passed! Let’s go celebrate at a gay bar!” he cheered, his voice booming, loud enough to draw a few looks from nearby tables.
Doy’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning hotter than the alcohol in his system. “Hush! ‘Gay bar,’ keep it down!” he hissed, his heart racing as he glanced around, his 7.5-inch cock twitching at the thought of being surrounded by guys who might want him. He wasn’t out—hell, he wasn’t even sure what he was—but the idea of being in a place like this, with all these hot dudes, was both thrilling and terrifying, especially with his ass still aching from the plug.
Kyle laughed harder, his lean frame shaking as he leaned across the table, his blue eyes glinting with drunken mischief. “Oh, they’re gay!” he said, gesturing vaguely around the bar, his voice slurring. “It’ll be great if you hang out in class… shit, bro, you see that guy over there? The one with the tats? I’d let him bend me over the fuckin’ pool table if he asked.”
Doy’s jaw dropped, his own arousal spiking at Kyle’s words. “Dude, what the fuck?!” he laughed, trying to play it cool, but his voice cracked with nervous energy. “You’re so fuckin’ horny when you’re drunk, man. What happened to that chick you were banging last week?”
Kyle grinned, leaning back in his chair, his legs spread wide, his bulge obvious in his jeans. “She was hot, bro, but I’m tellin’ ya, I’ve been thinkin’ about dick lately. Like, fuck, imagine getting railed by a dude like that—big, sweaty, fuckin’ jock energy. You ever thought about it, Doy? Come on, bro, don’t lie to me.”
Doy’s heart pounded, his ass clenching around the plug as he shifted in his seat, his 7.5-inch cock now fully hard and leaking into his jockstrap. “I… uh… nah, man, I’m good with girls,” he stammered, his voice shaky, but his flushed face and the way he couldn’t meet Kyle’s eyes gave him away. Inside, his mind was screaming—I’m thinking about it right now, you idiot! My ass is fucking starving!
Kyle smirked, taking another swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Bullshit, bro. I see the way you’re squirming. You’re fuckin’ horny as hell. Bet you’d love a big dick up that tight ass of yours. Shit, I’d watch that.”
Doy’s face burned, his hands trembling as he took a gulp of his cocktail, the alcohol doing nothing to calm the fire in his veins. “Shut the fuck up, man,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words, only raw, nervous energy. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.”
Kyle laughed again, his voice getting louder, more slurred. “Oh… baby, don’t drink too much,” he teased, mimicking Doy’s earlier tone, his blue eyes half-lidded with drunkenness. “I am not carrying you back to the dorm!”
“Got it—I won’t!” Kyle giggled, then pointed at Doy’s drink, his words starting to jumble. “Butterfly cocoons are tasty… Ha ha… Doyle, you should try one too…”
Doy’s frustration boiled over, his 7.5-inch cock throbbing in his jeans as his ass ached with need, the plug driving him fucking insane. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he snapped, his voice cracking with a mix of irritation and arousal. “This dumb dog only had two drinks and is already this drunk? Ridiculous!”
Kyle, now completely out of it, slumped forward onto the table, his beer spilling slightly as he muttered, “Did you have to punch me in the face… you asked for it…” His head hit the table with a soft thud, his black hair splayed out as he passed out, leaving Doy alone with his raging hard-on and his spiraling thoughts.
Doy sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair, his body buzzing with need. “Fuckin’ lightweight,” he muttered, standing up, his tight jeans doing nothing to hide the bulge of his 7.5-inch cock. “Guess I gotta find a taxi for his drunk ass.” He adjusted himself, trying to ignore the way his ass clenched around the plug with every step, and headed for the door, the cool night air hitting him as he stepped outside into the campus courtyard.
He was mid-thought—I need to get Kyle back to the dorm, but fuck, I’m so horny I can’t think straight—when he turned a corner and bump—collided right into a wall of muscle. “Aahh!! Sorry!” Doy yelped, stumbling back, his cheeks flushing as he looked up at the two towering jocks he’d just crashed into.
The first senior, a 24-year-old redhead named Tor, was a buffed-up stud, standing at 6’2” with a higher fat ratio that made him look like a goddamn tank. His broad chest strained against a tight white tank top, the fabric stretched to its limit over his massive pecs, his thick biceps flexing with every movement, the veins popping under his skin. Tor’s body oozed masculine dominance—his abs were slightly rounded but powerful, a thick happy trail disappearing into his black shorts, which hugged his tree-trunk thighs and did nothing to hide his 8-inch cock, already half-hard and pressing against the fabric, dripping with jock passion and horniness. His red hair was buzzed short, and his hazel eyes glinted with a predatory hunger, his 24-year-old jock energy radiating like a furnace.
The second senior, a 24-year-old golden-blond named Kip, was the complete opposite in build but just as commanding. At 6’3”, Kip had zero fat on his frame—his black tank top was practically bursting at the seams, revealing every shredded muscle, from his chiseled pecs to his rippling eight-pack, the deep V of his Adonis belt leading down to his tight black shorts. Big, pulsing veins ran down his forearms and across his biceps, a breathtaking sight that screamed raw power, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat that made his golden tan glow under the streetlights. His blond hair was tied back in a messy bun, a white bandana keeping the strands out of his piercing green eyes. Kip’s 8.5-inch cock was just as impressive, the outline obscenely visible through his shorts, the fabric stretched tight over his bulge, his entire body radiating a primal, 24-year-old jock libido that could make anyone’s knees weak.
Doy rubbed his forehead, his heart jackhammering in his chest as he stumbled back from the collision, his cheeks already burning from the alcohol and the plug still teasing his ass with every shift. The two towering jocks loomed over him, their muscular frames radiating heat under the courtyard’s dim streetlights. His 7.5-inch cock twitched hard in his tight jeans, the precum soaking through his jockstrap as his mind scrambled to keep up with his body’s screaming need. He opened his mouth to apologize, but his nerves—and that damn plug—had his thoughts in a blender.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to… uh… hit on you guys,” Doy stammered, his voice cracking as the words tumbled out wrong. His eyes widened, his face flushing crimson as he realized what he’d just said. Hit on you? His brain screamed, panic flooding him as the accidental innuendo hung in the air like a lit fuse. He tried to backtrack, his hands flailing slightly, “I mean, not hit on you, just… I wasn’t trying to, uh, make out—make up for it or anything!” The second slip hit like a thunderbolt, his tongue betraying him again, turning his clumsy apology into something dripping with unintended desire. His 7.5-inch cock throbbed painfully, the plug making his ass clench as his subconscious spilled out in front of these two dominant jocks, the air crackling with electric tension.
Kip’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his veiny hand landing on Doy’s shoulder, fingers squeezing just enough to make Doy’s breath hitch. He leaned in close, his green eyes glinting with predatory mischief, the outline of his 8.5-inch cock now rock-hard and obscenely clear through his tight black shorts, a thick vein pulsing along the shaft. “Oh, hit on us, huh?” Kip purred, his voice a low, teasing growl that sent a shiver down Doy’s spine. “And make out? Sounds like you’re begging for something, rookie.”
Tor stepped closer, his buff frame towering, his hazel eyes darkening with lust as his 8-inch cock strained against his shorts, a wet spot forming where his precum soaked through. “Yeah, bro, you wanna make out to make it up to us?” he rumbled, his deep voice dripping with dominance, twisting Doy’s words into a challenge that made his knees weak. “Careful what you say, kid, or we might take you up on it.”
Doy’s heart pounded, his ass clenching around the plug so hard he nearly moaned, the sensation pushing him to the edge. His 19-year-old mind was a mess of panic and arousal, his body trembling as the two seniors closed in, their jock energy overwhelming. He’d meant to apologize, but his clumsy words had lit a match, and now the courtyard felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
Tor stepped closer, his buff frame looming over Doy, his hazel eyes darkening with lust as his 8-inch cock strained against his shorts, a small wet spot forming where his precum soaked through. “I will make you out to! I’ll do anything you ask for!” he rumbled, his deep voice dripping with dominance, the wordplay hitting Doy like a freight train—make out, not make up, the mistake amplifying the sexual tension to unbearable levels. Then, Tor’s expression shifted, a mock concern in his tone as he added, “Are they going to kill me?”
Doy’s heart pounded, his ass clenching around the plug so hard he nearly moaned, the sensation driving him to the edge. He was spiraling, his 19-year-old mind racing with a mix of panic and arousal, his body trembling with need. These seniors were hot—jocks in their prime, their bodies sculpted from years of training, their libidos practically radiating off them like heatwaves. Doy’s own 7.5-inch cock was leaking precum into his jockstrap, the wet spot growing as the tension built, his mind screaming, I’ve never done this, but I want it so fucking bad.
The night air was cool, but the heat between them was suffocating. Tor and Kip exchanged a look, their eyes glinting with shared intent, their 24-year-old jock energy zeroing in on Doy like predators. Doy, catching their stares, felt his heart race even faster. “Pfft!” he gasped, his ass clenching again as his 7.5-inch cock throbbed painfully, the precum now soaking through his jeans. “Hmm…? They’re… not angry?” he whispered to himself, his 19-year-old curiosity spiraling out of control, his mind a whirlwind of fear, desire, and raw need. He’d always been with girls, but the plug had awakened something in him—a hunger he couldn’t ignore, a need to be taken, to be used by these dominant jocks.
Tor stood, his buff frame towering as he approached Doy, his thick thighs flexing with every step, his 8-inch cock now fully hard and tenting his shorts obscenely, the fabric stretched so tight it looked like it might rip. “Sure, I could use some fun,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance, his hazel eyes burning with lust as he licked his lips, his gaze raking over Doy’s trembling body.
Kip followed, his shredded, veiny body a stark contrast to Tor’s bulk but no less commanding, his 8.5-inch cock straining against his shorts, the outline so defined Doy could see the thick head pressing against the fabric. “Woah! Looks like a show about to start!” he said, his grin wicked as he locked eyes with Doy, his green eyes glinting with predatory intent, his veiny hand flexing as he adjusted himself, the movement making his biceps bulge even more.
Doy’s breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire, his ass aching with need as the plug pushed him closer to the edge. “Eh, wait! What… what are you guys doing?!” he stammered, his voice high-pitched as Tor and Kip closed in, their towering frames boxing him in against the wall of the courtyard.
Tor grabbed Doy’s wrist, his grip firm, his 8-inch cock now leaking precum through his shorts, the wet spot growing as he pressed himself closer, his buff body radiating heat. “Don’t you back out now,” he growled, his hazel eyes burning with lust, his free hand brushing against Doy’s hip, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Kip leaned in, his veiny hand sliding up Doy’s thigh, his 8.5-inch cock tenting his shorts so obscenely it was almost obscene, the fabric clinging to every inch of his shaft. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make out?” he purred, his green eyes glinting with predatory intent, his voice a low, seductive rumble that made Doy’s knees weak.
Doy’s mind spun, his ass hungry and his 7.5-inch cock throbbing as the two senior dom tops surrounded him, their 24-year-old jock energy overwhelming. His 19-year-old body was screaming for them, his curiosity and fear battling with his raw, primal need. He was their toy now, and the night was about to get a whole lot hotter.
Part II
The gym utility room was a dimly lit, cramped space behind the campus weight room, the air heavy with the lingering scent of rubber mats and sweat-soaked towels. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting shadows on the sports mat spread across the floor, where Tor and Kip had dragged Doy after cornering him in the courtyard. The mat squeaked under their weight, the surface slick with the residue of past workouts, adding a gritty edge to the scene. Doy’s back pressed into the mat, his 19-year-old body trembling, his 7.5-inch cock throbbing in his jockstrap, the plug still stretching his ass and making his hole ache with desperate need. His tousled light brown hair was damp with sweat, his golden tan glistening under the faint light.
Kip grinned, his veiny hand brushing against Doy’s hip, his 8.5-inch cock pressing harder against his tight black shorts, the outline so defined it looked ready to tear through the fabric. “Woah! Looks like a show about to start!” he said, his voice wicked as he locked eyes with Doy, his golden-blond hair catching the dim light under his bandana, his green eyes blazing with predatory lust.
Doy’s breath hitched, his body shaking with a mix of terror and desire, his ass clenching around the plug as his cock leaked precum into his jockstrap. “Eh, wait! What… what are you guys doing?!” he stammered, his voice high-pitched as the two seniors closed in, their muscular bodies towering over him on the mat.
Tor’s grip tightened on Doy’s wrist, his 8-inch cock now fully hard, a massive wet spot forming on his black shorts as he pressed his bulge against Doy’s thigh, the heat of it searing through the fabric. “Don’t you back out now,” he growled, his hazel eyes burning with lust, his free hand sliding up Doy’s chest, fingers pinching his nipple through his yellow jersey, making Doy gasp.
Kip leaned in, his veiny hand sliding higher up Doy’s thigh, his 8.5-inch cock tenting his shorts so tightly it looked ready to burst, the veins pulsing under the fabric. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make out?” he purred, his green eyes glinting with predatory intent, his breath hot against Doy’s ear as he whispered, “Let’s see how much you can handle, little jock.”
Doy’s mind spun, his ass clenching around the plug, his cock throbbing as the two 24-year-old dom tops took control. Tor shoved him down onto the mat, his buff chest pressing into Doy’s back, his 8-inch cock grinding against Doy’s ass through their clothes. “Time to break you in, bro,” Tor rumbled, his voice dripping with dominance as he yanked Doy’s jeans down, exposing his tight bubble butt and the base of the plug, the sight making Tor’s hazel eyes darken with hunger.
Kip knelt in front of Doy, his veiny hands gripping Doy’s hips as he tugged the jeans lower, freeing Doy’s cock, which sprang up, dripping with precum, the head glistening under the flickering light. “Look at this hungry little toy,” Kip teased, his green eyes locking onto Doy’s as he licked his lips, his 8.5-inch cock straining against his shorts, a bead of precum soaking through the fabric. “Let’s start with that pretty mouth.”
Tor chuckled darkly, his thick fingers hooking around the plug and pulling it out slowly, the sensation making Doy moan involuntarily, his ass gaping and twitching, begging for more. “Fuck, he’s ready,” Tor growled, tossing the plug aside. But before he went further, he reached into a small fridge in the corner of the utility room—a spot where he always kept his “supplies” for moments like this. He pulled out a small container of egg whites, his hazel eyes glinting with perverse intent. “Gonna make this real messy, bro,” he said, pouring the cold, slimy liquid over Doy’s exposed ass, the egg whites dripping down his crack, coating his hole as Tor smeared it around with his thick fingers, the slickness making Doy whimper.
“Take it, bro—let’s see how deep you can go,” Tor growled, positioning the thick head of his cock at Doy’s entrance, the egg whites mixing with Doy’s own juices as Tor pushed in, the stretch burning but slick and slippery, sending waves of pleasure through Doy’s 19-year-old body. At the same time, Kip grabbed Doy’s jaw, forcing his mouth open and sliding his 8.5-inch cock past Doy’s lips, the veiny shaft filling his throat, the salty taste of Kip’s precum hitting Doy’s tongue. “Suck it good, jock,” Kip commanded, his voice rough as he thrust shallowly, testing Doy’s limits.
The dual assault overwhelmed Doy, his body caught between the two dom tops, his throat stretching around Kip’s cock while Tor’s 8-inch length plunged deeper into his ass, the egg whites making every thrust wet and obscene, the sound of slick skin slapping skin echoing in the utility room. Tor’s hands gripped Doy’s hips, his buff frame slamming forward, each thrust making Doy’s tight ass ripple, the egg whites whipping up with the friction, turning creamy and frothy, clinging to Tor’s shaft as he fucked harder. “Fuck yeah, squeeze me tight,” Tor groaned, his hazel eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his thick thighs flexing as he pounded relentlessly, his cock hitting Doy’s prostate with every thrust, the creamy egg whites dripping down Doy’s thighs, pooling on the mat.
Kip, meanwhile, gripped Doy’s hair, his veiny biceps bulging as he forced his 8.5-inch cock deeper, the head hitting the back of Doy’s throat. “Choke on it, bro,” Kip growled, his golden-blond hair falling loose from his bun as he thrust, his shredded abs flexing with each movement. Doy gagged, tears streaming down his face, but Kip took it further, his perverse dominance kicking in. He wrapped one veiny hand around Doy’s throat, squeezing lightly, feeling the bulge of his own cock as it slid in and out, the dynamics of his shaft stretching Doy’s throat making Kip groan with sadistic pleasure. “Feel that, bro? That’s me fucking your throat raw,” Kip hissed, his green eyes blazing as he tightened his grip, Doy’s gags turning into desperate, muffled whimpers, his cock bouncing helplessly, precum dripping onto the mat.
The challenge escalated as Tor kept fucking Doy’s ass, the egg whites now a thick, creamy mess, frothing around his cock as he neared his climax. “Gonna fill you up, toy,” Tor growled, his voice a deep rumble as he slammed in one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, hot streams of cum mixing with the creamy egg whites, the warmth flooding Doy’s ass, making him moan around Kip’s cock. Tor pulled out slowly, the mixture of cum and whipped egg whites dripping from Doy’s gaping hole, a perverse sight that made Tor smirk with satisfaction.
Kip pulled out of Doy’s mouth, his 8.5-inch cock glistening with spit, and traded places with Tor, his green eyes glinting with depraved intent. “My turn to wreck that ass,” Kip said, positioning himself behind Doy, his veiny hands spreading Doy’s cheeks as he admired the creamy mess Tor had left behind. “Fuck, that’s the best lube I’ve ever seen,” Kip growled, dipping his fingers into the mixture of cum and egg whites, smearing it over his cock before slamming into Doy’s already-stretched ass with a force that made Doy scream, the sound raw and desperate.
“Take it all, bro,” Kip growled, his shredded body flexing as he pounded, his hands gripping Doy’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin, leaving red marks. The creamy mixture squelched with every thrust, the sound obscene as Kip fucked Doy harder, his cock thicker and longer than Tor’s, stretching Doy to his absolute limit, the mix of cum and egg whites dripping down Doy’s thighs, coating Kip’s balls as they slapped against Doy’s ass.
Tor, now in front of Doy, grabbed his hair, cock still semi-hard and slick with cum and egg whites, and shoved it back into Doy’s mouth. “Clean me up, toy,” Tor commanded, his hazel eyes glinting with dominance as he face-fucked Doy, the taste of cum and egg whites filling Doy’s senses, making him gag harder. Tor’s hands roamed, one pinching Doy’s nipple, the other slapping his cheek lightly, the humiliation driving Doy wild as his cock pulsed, untouched, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the mat. As Kip started to really rail Doy’s ass, his cock slamming in with brutal force, the creamy mixture of cum and egg whites squelching with every thrust, Tor watched Doy’s face—a raw mix of heavenly pleasure and deep, painful fullness, the junior jock’s eyes tearing, his expression contorted in a haze of ecstasy and agony. The sight was so intense that Tor felt an urge to counterbalance the deep, hard pressure Kip was inflicting; he flexed his massive biceps, the thick muscle bulging under his skin, and growled, “Bite it, bro—bite it hard.” Doy hesitated, his mind a mess of sensations, but then sank his teeth into Tor’s bicep, the sharp pain making Tor hiss as he felt the acute sting, his hazel eyes flashing with a mix of pain and dominance. In response, Tor delivered a hard, stinging slap across Doy’s cheek, the sound echoing in the utility room, and barked, “Harder, toy!” Doy bit again, and Tor slapped him again, the cycle repeating several times, each bite and slap fueling Tor’s sadistic pleasure until his cock was rock-hard again, throbbing with renewed need. Tor gripped Doy’s hair tighter, his bicep still marked with red bite marks, and started using the boy’s throat again, thrusting deep with a renewed ferocity, his groans mixing with Doy’s muffled gags as Kip continued to wreck Doy’s ass.
Kip upped the perverseness, reaching around to grab Doy’s cock, stroking it roughly as he fucked him, the overstimulation making Doy’s body shake uncontrollably. “You’re gonna cum for us, bro—show us how much you love being our toy,” Kip growled, his veiny hand working Doy’s cock in time with his thrusts, the creamy mess in Doy’s ass making every movement slick and filthy. Kip leaned forward, biting Doy’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing the skin as he growled, “You’re ours now, jock—gonna mark you inside and out.”
Doy’s body was a wreck—his ass gaping and raw from Kip’s brutal thrusts, the creamy mixture of cum and egg whites dripping down his legs, his throat sore and stretched from Tor’s relentless pounding. His 19-year-old mind was a blank slate of pleasure and submission, his body pushed to the edge of consciousness. Tor’s hands tangled in Doy’s hair, pulling hard as he came again, hot streams flooding Doy’s throat for the second time, forcing him to swallow or choke, the taste of cum and egg whites overwhelming. Moments later, Kip roared, his 8.5-inch cock pulsing as he unloaded deep in Doy’s ass, the warmth of his cum mixing with Tor’s and the egg whites, filling Doy until it overflowed, dripping onto the mat in a filthy puddle. Kip pulled out slowly, his cock still rock-hard, glistening with the creamy mixture, and as he did, the thick, frothy blend of cum and egg whites started to drip out of Doy’s gaping, wrecked ass, sliding down his trembling thighs in slow, obscene rivulets. The sensation of being so utterly filled and used pushed Doy over the edge—his cock twitched violently, and he came hands-free, a guttural moan escaping his raw throat as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him, his cum shooting in thick, forceful spurts onto the mat, his body shaking uncontrollably from the sheer force of the release, the pleasure so overwhelming he nearly blacked out.
Doy collapsed onto the sports mat, his throat hoarse, his ass used so good, his mind shattered by the intensity of the domination. His cock twitched, finally spilling his own load onto the mat as his body gave out, the orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Tor and Kip stepped back, their cocks still semi-hard, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat under the flickering light, their chests heaving as they admired their work.
“Fuck, he took it like a champ,” Tor said, his voice rough with satisfaction, his hazel eyes glinting as he wiped the sweat from his brow, his buff frame still radiating dominance.
Kip smirked, adjusting his bandana, his green eyes gleaming with sadistic pride. “Destroyed him good, bro. That’s what happens when you hit on the wrong jocks,” he said, his veiny hand giving Doy’s ass a final smack, the sound echoing in the utility room.
Doy lay there, panting, his 19-year-old body fully claimed, his ass and throat wrecked by the two 24-year-old dom tops, his curiosity sated in the most intense, kinky, and perverse way possible. The creamy mess of egg whites and cum pooled beneath him on the sports mat, a testament to the depravity he’d endured, and as his vision blurred, he knew one thing for sure—he’d never be the same after this night. Tor, still catching his breath, his buff frame glistening with sweat, looked down at Doy with a wicked grin, deciding to put the cherry on top of their depraved masterpiece. He picked up Doy’s plug from the floor, the toy still slick from earlier, and coated it with the creamy mixture of egg whites and cum that dripped from Doy’s gaping ass. “This is your souvenir to remember us by, bro,” Tor growled, his hazel eyes glinting with sadistic amusement as he pushed the plug back into Doy’s wrecked hole, sealing a decent amount of the frothy cum and egg whites inside, the sensation making Doy whimper as his overstimulated ass clenched around it. The act was so perverse, so final, that Doy’s completely exhausted cock, which had been limp moments ago, surged back to life, growing hard as a rock, throbbing painfully against the mat as a new wave of arousal hit him. Kip, watching the scene with a smirk, his golden-blond hair loose and his green eyes gleaming with mischief, adjusted his bandana and said, “I think you got ahead of yourself, Tor—I brought my spiked leather harness and a 9-inch vibrating dildo to really break this toy in for round two.” The promise of an even more challenging, depraved experience hung in the air, Kip’s words igniting a fresh wave of horniness for what was to come—Doy’s journey as their ultimate fuck toy was far from over.
