I was a lucky fan that won exclusive VIP access to the Lakers locker room after a home game, meet players, take photos, and walk out with a swag bag. The only 2 people that were on my mind was Austin Reaves and Dalton Knecht. I needed to make one or both mine.
The locker room was still buzzing with the afterglow of the Lakers’ latest win, the air thick with the scent of sweat and victory. I had just finished a post-game chat with some of the staff, standing near the lockers as I peeled off my Lakers hoodie, revealing my Austin Reaves Jersey . The room was mostly empty now, save for a few lingering players, and as I grabbed my iPhone to take pictures with the remaining players, I felt a pair of eyes on me intense, unapologetic, and hungry.
Glancing up, I caught Austin Reaves staring from across the room, his own locker half-open as he stood frozen, still in his purple and gold shorts and his white Lakers jersey. His brown hair was slicked back with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead, and his brown eyes were locked on my body, tracing every line and curve with an undisguised longing. His lips were slightly parted, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he realized he’d been caught. He quickly averted his gaze, fumbling with the strap of his bag, but the damage was done—the raw desire in his expression had already seared itself into my mind.
I straightened up, a smirk tugging at my lips as I draped the hoodie over my shoulder, letting the moment linger.
“See something you like, Reaves?” I called out, voice low and teasing, carrying just enough edge to make his head snap back up.
His eyes widened, embarrassment warring with something darker, needier, as he shifted uncomfortably, the bulge in his shorts betraying him.
“I—uh, sorry, man, I got to go.” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, but the way his gaze flickered back to you told a different story. Packing his bag in a rushed manner wanting to leave.
The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, ripe for whatever might come next.
“No. You’re not leaving now bitch. Get over here.” I commanded.
He obeyed instantly, terrified, rising to his feet, his 6’5” frame towering over my 6’0 frame yet somehow diminished under my control. His Lakers jersey clung to his broad chest, the purple and gold fabric outlining every muscle, still damp from the game. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his white compression briefs beneath, already stained with sweat. I could see the outline of his cock through the thin material, half-hard already from the anticipation.
“Strip,” I ordered, stepping back to watch on a nearby chair.
Austin seemed hesitate at first, but started peeling off his jersey first, revealing the lean, toned expanse of his torso, his abs flexing with each movement. His skin glistened with perspiration, a sheen that caught the fluorescent locker room lights. Next came the shorts, sliding down his long, muscular legs, leaving him in just those briefs and his white, sweat-soaked socks, the fabric clinging to his calves and feet, emitting a faint, musky odor that hit me like a wave of raw desire.
“Fuck, look at you. Turn around, I want to see everything. ” I growled, stepping closer, my eyes raking over every inch of him.
He slowly turned around. My eyes immediately went to his bubble butt. He had such a fat ass and it was going to be mine soon. He continued to turn till he faced me again. His briefs were tight, the fabric stretched thin over his growing erection, a damp spot forming at the tip where precum had started to leak. His thighs were thick and powerful, dusted with light brown hair, and his feet shifted nervously in those smelly socks, the scent of worn cotton and sweat filling the air between us. I reached out, running a hand down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the rapid thump of his heartbeat under my palm.
“You’re already so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, slut?” I taunted, my voice dripping with dominance as my fingers traced lower, brushing over the bulge in his briefs.
Austin let out a shaky breath, his hips twitching involuntarily.
“Yes,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
I smirked, gripping the waistband of his briefs and yanking them down in one rough motion, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the shaft veined and flushed a deep pink, the head glistening with precum that dribbled down in a slow, sticky trail. 6” of solid cock bobbed slightly with every breath, and below, his balls hung low, full and tight, dusted with the same light brown hair. The sight of him, completely exposed and vulnerable in the middle of the locker room, sent a surge of power through me. This is what I wanted.
“Hands behind your back,” I commanded, and he complied, wrists crossing as he stood there, awaiting my next move.
I circled him slowly, taking in every detail—his broad shoulders, the curve of his bubble butt, the way his thighs trembled slightly with anticipation. The smell of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweat from the game and raw, primal arousal, intensified by the lingering odor of his socks and underwear on the floor.
“On your knees,” I barked, stopping in front of him.
Austin dropped down immediately, the hard tile of the locker room floor biting into his skin as he looked up at you, eyes wide and eager. His cock twitched between his thighs, leaking more precum that dripped onto the floor in a small, glistening puddle. I stepped closer, towering over him, and gripped his hair, tugging his head back to expose the long line of his throat.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you tonight, aren’t you, you little bitch?” I sneered, the verbal humiliation rolling off my tongue with ease.
Austin’s cheeks flushed, but his eyes burned with need as he nodded.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Use me,” he gasped, voice raw with desperation.
I released his hair, stepping back to undo my own belt, the metal clinking loudly in the quiet room. His eyes followed my every move, hungry and pleading, as I freed my own cock, already 6.5” hard from the sight of him so broken and submissive before me.
“Open that pretty mouth,” I ordered, gripping the base of my shaft and stepping closer.
Austin’s lips parted instantly, tongue darting out to wet them, and I could see the hunger in his expression, the way his breath hitched as he waited. I teased him first, dragging the tip of my cock across his lips, smearing precum over them, watching as he fought the urge to lean forward. “Beg for it,” I hissed, voice cold and commanding. “Tell me how much you want to choke on my cock, you pathetic little whore.”
“Please,” Austin whimpered, his voice breaking as he looked up at me, brown eyes glassy with need. “I need it. I need to suck your cock, please. Fuck my mouth, make me gag on it. I’m your slut, just—fuck, use me.”
His words sent a thrill through you, and without warning, I thrust forward, sliding into the wet heat of his mouth. He groaned around you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine as his lips stretched wide to accommodate you. His tongue worked sloppily, swirling around the head, tasting the salt of my precum as I pushed deeper, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, eyes watering, but didn’t pull back, taking it like the obedient toy he was. I set a brutal pace, fucking into his mouth with short, sharp thrusts, gripping his hair to hold him in place. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, mixing with precum as it slid down his chin, making a mess of his pretty face.
“Look at you, drooling all over my cock like a fucking slut.” I spat, the humiliation making his cheeks burn redder. His cock twitched between his legs, untouched but throbbing, leaking a steady stream now, the clear fluid pooling on the floor beneath him. I pulled out suddenly, a string of spit connecting his lips to my tip, and slapped my cock against his cheek, the wet sound echoing in the room.
“You’re such a dirty fucking boy, Austin. Smell like sweat and cum already, and I’ve barely started with you.”
I pulled him up by the hair, dragging him over to the bench and bending him over it, his chest pressed against the cold metal, ass in the air. His legs were still shaky, socks slipping slightly on the tile, the musky scent of them stronger now as I positioned myself behind him. His hole was tight and puckered, twitching slightly as you spread his cheeks with rough hands, exposing him completely.
“Gonna fuck this tight bubble butt until you can’t walk straight,” I growled, spitting directly onto his hole, watching the saliva slide down, glistening under the harsh lights.
Austin moaned, pushing back against you instinctively. “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad,” he begged, voice wrecked.I didn’t make him wait long, lining up and pushing in slowly at first, feeling the tight heat of his hole resist before giving way.
He gasped, fingers gripping the edge of the bench as I stretched him open, inch by inch, until I was fully inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, his walls clenching around me, hot and tight, as I started to move, pulling out only to slam back in. Each thrust rocked him forward, his moans growing louder, echoing off the locker room walls.
“Take it, you fucking slut,” I snarled, gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, pounding into him with relentless force.
His cock bounced with every thrust, slapping against his stomach, precum splattering onto the bench below. Sweat dripped from my brow, mixing with his as I leaned over him, biting at the back of his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. His body trembled beneath me, overwhelmed, as I reached around, finally gripping his neglected cock. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, feeling the heat and the slickness of his precum coating my hand.
“Cum for me, bitch.” I commanded, twisting my wrist just right.
Austin cried out, a broken, desperate sound, as his orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock, splattering onto the bench and dripping down my fingers. It was white and viscous, pooling in messy streaks, the amount obscene as it kept coming, his body shuddering through the aftershocks.
I didn’t stop, fucking him through it, chasing my own release as his hole clenched even tighter around you. The locker room smelled of sex now, raw and filthy, the air heavy with the combined scents of sweat, cum, and those damn socks still on his feet. With a final, brutal thrust, I came, spilling deep inside him, the heat of my release mixing with his as it dripped out, sliding down his thighs in slow, sticky trails. I pulled out slowly, watching the mess, the way his hole gaped slightly, cum leaking out, white and thick, pooling on the floor.Austin collapsed against the bench, panting, completely spent, as I stepped back, catching my own breath.
“Good boy,” I murmured, a rare softness in my tone as I ran a hand down his back, feeling the lingering tremors.
The power I held over him, even now, was intoxicating, a dark thrill that left me hungry for more. This would be the start of something wonderful.
