The scent of sweat and freshly mowed grass hung heavy in the air as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the Rochester University football field. The sound of cleats digging into the turf echoed through the empty stands, punctuating the grunts and shouts of the players as they pushed their bodies to the limit. It was a typical late-summer evening practice, the kind that separated the wheat from the chaff in the cutthroat world of college athletics.
Trent Parker, the towering senior quarterback, wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and glared at the freshmen who had just made their way onto the field. Among them were Justin Hall and Luke Vo, two hopefuls with a glint in their eyes and the promise of potential in their every move. It’s been three weeks since the new school year began, and the two freshmen roommates have been enjoying college life so far, evening opting to pledge Mu Sigma Tau, the most popular fraternity on campus. They’ve been riding high and they felt invincible. But tonight, their performance on the field was anything but stellar.
"Again," Trent barked, his voice slicing through the air with the sharpness of a switchblade. "This is fucking pathetic. We're going to be the laughing stock of the conference if you two can't even get a simple play right."
Justin's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew his performance had been lackluster, but the weight of his father's expectations and the whispers about his size from his new teammates had thrown him off his game. Luke, on the other hand, remained stoic, his eyes focused on the field as if the ground could offer him the answers he needed.
After what felt like an eternity, the coach finally blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice. The team dispersed, heading for the lockers, but Trent's gaze remained locked on the two freshmen. He strode over to them, a predatory smile playing on his lips.
"You two fuckers have it coming," he said in a serious tone. Justin and Luke looked at each other with anxiety as they walked to the locker room.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a couple of fresh meat that need a little... reorientation," Trent Parker, the senior quarterback, said with a smirk, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Justin's heart sank as he realized the entire football team was in on it. His 5’8” frame tensed as the guys, some of whom had been his teammates since high school, closed in around him and Luke Vo, their 5’7” roommate and fellow freshman pledge. The locker room lights reflected off Trent's blond hair, giving him an almost angelic appearance, which was a stark contrast to the devilish grin that played on his lips.
"Get on your knees," Trent ordered, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. Justin felt the weight of the stares on his back as the teammates pushed them both down. He stumbled, trying to resist, but the overwhelming force of the seniors was too much. Luke's eyes widened with fear as he glanced at the floor, his knees buckling.
"You're fucking kidding me," Justin spat through clenched teeth, his muscular thighs protesting the unfamiliar position. His eyes darted around the locker room, searching for any sign of mercy. Instead, he found only smirks and amusement mirrored in the faces of his teammates. Trent stepped closer, a wicked glint in his eye, and before Justin could react, a sweaty sock was crammed into his mouth, the salty, pungent smell of sweat making him gag.
Then the same happened with Luke. "Mmph!" Luke's muffled protests grew louder as his own sock was forced into his mouth. The fabric was soggy with the essence of a long day's practice, and the taste of defeat. The two roommates were now bound by the very thing they'd once used to protect their feet, their pride squashed under the weight of the humiliation.
Trent paced around them, his footsteps heavy on the tiles. "You think you can just waltz in here and mess up our plays?" He leaned down, his voice a low growl. "You think you're better than us?" The sock in Justin's mouth was sodden now, and he felt the bile rising in his throat. Luke's eyes were squeezed shut, his nostrils flaring as he fought to keep the nausea at bay.
The other players circled, whispering and laughing, their own past humiliations forgotten in the thrill of watching the new pledges squirm. Trent's hand rested on the back of Justin's neck, the grip tight enough to make him wince. The senior leaned in, his breath hot and minty against Justin's ear. "You're going to learn your place," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down the freshman's spine. "And I'm going to make sure of it."
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air as the teammates yanked down the waistbands of their pristine white football pants, exposing their jockstrapped behinds to the leering crowd. They also took attention to Justin’s huge bulge due to his larger-than-average cock, a trait he feels cursed with as it’s brought many humiliating moments growing up. The jockstraps had been a point of contention for Justin from the start—too 'gay' for his taste, yet a requirement for practice. Now, they were being used against them in the most degrading way possible. Luke's eyes grew wide with horror, the fear of the unknown etched on his face.
With a dramatic flourish, Trent produced two neon-pink dildos, each the size of a fist. He held them up to the light, the plastic shining with a sickeningly cheerful glow. "These are your new best friends," he announced to the locker room. "You're going to get to know them very, very well."
Forcing the dildos into the quivering freshmen was a process that seemed to take an eternity. The cold plastic invaded their most intimate spaces, sending waves of panic and disgust through their bodies. Justin's eyes watered, and Luke's nose wrinkled in revulsion as the toys were shoved up their asses. The team jeered and clapped as the freshmen were made to bend forward, their faces red with embarrassment and their asses on full display.
Once the dildos were in place, the humiliation grew worse. "Crawl," Trent barked, his voice echoing off the metal lockers. The two complied, the plastic phalluses sticking out grotesquely. The sight of their teammates' jockstraps flying through the air, headed for their heads, was almost too much to bear. The fabric was sticky with sweat and grass stains, a stark reminder of the power dynamic at play. They were forced to crawl through the locker room, the jocks slapping against their faces, the dildos bobbing with every movement.
The laughter grew louder as the teammates took turns wrapping the soiled garments around their heads. The pressure in Justin's throat built as the sock was pushed deeper, and he felt the beginnings of a sob threaten to escape. Luke's shoulders quivered with the effort of holding back his own tears.
Trent, ever the showman, couldn't resist the opportunity to twist the knife. "Look at the two of you," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and disdain. "Crawling around like little puppies. So eager to prove yourselves." He paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "But you know what? I don't think you're ready for the big leagues yet." He turned to the others. "I think we need to up the ante."
The room fell silent, the only sounds the labored breathing of the pledges and the slap of their hands against the cold floor. What new torment had the senior concocted for them? Justin and Luke exchanged a fearful glance, their hearts racing in unison.
With a swift motion, the brothers hauled them to their feet, their legs trembling. The dildos remained lodged in place, a stark reminder of their degradation. The rope was deftly unwound from around their wrists, only to be retied in a new configuration that secured their arms to the locker bars behind them, their legs spread wide. They were now displayed like trophies, the metal biting into their skin and the damp fabric of their jockstraps cutting into their thighs.
Trent stepped closer, his gaze lingering on the bulging pouches of their jockstraps. He reached out a hand, tracing the outline of their genitals with a smug expression. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The room erupted in laughter, and Justin felt his cheeks burn with humiliation. His huge cock was begging to be released from the confines of his jockstrap. The sock in his mouth muffled his protests, leaving him feeling utterly powerless.
With a cruel yank, Trent pulled their jockstraps down, exposing their cocks and balls to the leering crowd. Justin's cock, sprang free, and he couldn't help but cringe as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. His teammates were shocked with its size fully erect leading to snickers and jeers. The sight of his best friend's cock, equally aroused, only added to the mortification.
"So helpless," Trent mused, his eyes raking over their exposed flesh. "It's almost a shame we can't leave you like this for everyone to see." He stepped closer, the tip of his shoe grazing the side of Justin's cock. The contact made him flinch, and the senior took note, his smirk widening.
"But we're not here for that," Trent continued, his voice a sickening blend of amusement and authority. "We're here to teach you a lesson in humility. And what better way than to make you cum like the little bitches you are?" The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. The room had gone from rowdy to eerily silent, the only sound being the rustle of clothing as the brothers leaned in closer.
Trent pulled out his phone, a sleek black device that seemed almost out of place in the dingy locker room. He scrolled through a playlist, finally landing on a song with a slow, thumping bass that seemed to resonate through the air. He placed it on a speaker, the beat setting the rhythm for what was to come. His hand moved to the dildo protruding from Justin's ass, giving it a gentle twist. The freshman's body jerked in response, the muffled sounds of his protests lost in the fabric of the sock.
"You see, I'm going to edge you two until you can't take it anymore," Trent announced, his voice low and sultry. "And the first one to blow his load gets a special prize." His fingers danced around the base of the dildo, sending shivers up Justin's spine. "You get to eat your own cum," he said, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee.
The room erupted in cheers, the team eagerly awaiting the show. Luke's eyes darted around, desperation in every blink. He didn't know if he could endure this, the thought of tasting his own cum after it had been forced out of him was too much to handle. Justin, equally horrified, struggled against his bonds, the rope biting into his wrists. The sock in his mouth tasted of defeat, and his own arousal grew, trapped and painful.
Trent started with a feather-light touch, teasing the sensitive skin of their balls and cocks. The dildos were twisted and pulled, each movement sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain. The two freshmen squirmed, trying to get away, but it was useless. Their bodies were bound, and the players held them firmly in place, enjoying the show. The air grew thick with tension, the smell of sweat and fear mixing with the faint scent of arousal.
Justin felt his balls tighten, the pressure building, his body betraying him despite his mind's protest. Through the sock, he could barely make out Trent's taunts, his voice a dark whisper in the locker room's cacophony. "You're going to love this, Justin," he cooed. "And Luke, you're going to be so good for us." His hand moved faster, the strokes more deliberate, pushing them both closer to the edge.
The music grew louder, the bass pounding in their chests as Trent's ministrations grew more intense. Justin's vision swam, his mind clouded with the need to come. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and with it, a crushing wave of humiliation. The thought of cumming in front of these guys, of being forced to consume his own seed, was too much. He screamed into the sock, the sound muffled but the desperation clear.
But Trent was relentless, his grip on their cocks unyielding. He watched with a twisted satisfaction as they both squirmed and writhed, their bodies begging for release. "Come on," he murmured, his breath hot on their ears. "Show us what you're made of." The pressure grew unbearable, and Justin felt himself teeter on the edge, his body screaming for relief.
And then, with a final, cruel twist, it was Justin who went over the edge first. His body convulsed, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he came hard, the warmth spurting out and landing on the cold floor. The sock in his mouth was soaked with tears and drool, his eyes squeezed shut in anguish. The room went wild, the brothers hooting and hollering, and Trent leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Looks like you're first, little buddy."
Trent bent down and snatched a discarded jockstrap from the floor, the fabric still damp with the sweat of one of the players. He held it up to the light, the stain of its previous use clear to see. He wipes up Justin’s cum on the floor with, soaking the jock pouch. With a smirk, he approached the trembling freshman, the jock in his hand a weapon of degradation. "You've got quite the mouth on you, Hall," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "But it seems you're about to get filled with something else."
He brought the sweaty jock closer to Justin's face, the scent of manly musk and defeat wafting through the air. Justin's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to turn away, but the ropes held him fast. He removes Justin’s sock gag. "You've got something to say before I make you taste your own victory?"
"Fuck you, Trent!" Justin spat. "You'll get yours, you fucking asshole," Justin yelled back.
The room went quiet, the anticipation thick. Trent's hand hovered over Justin's mouth, the jockstrap poised for its next act of humiliation. The senior's eyes narrowed, and he spat a slew of homophobic slurs at the freshman. "You think you're so tough, but you're just a scared little faggot, arent you?," he jeered, his voice laced with venom.
But Justin was unbroken. He clenched his teeth, refusing to open his mouth for the foul object. The room watched, breath held, as the power struggle played out. Trent's face grew redder with anger, his grip on Justin's jaw tightening. ”Fucking open your mouth bitch," he growled, pushing the jockstrap closer.
Justin's eyes darted to Luke, who watched with a mix of fear and pity. The bond between them, forged in the fire of shared humiliation, grew stronger in that moment. Despite his own horror, Luke felt a strange kinship with Justin, a shared understanding that transcended their differences.
With a swift movement, Trent managed to pry open Justin's mouth and shove the cum-soaked jockstrap inside. Justin's eyes watered as he tasted his own bitter release, the sensation making his stomach churn. The previously used sock gag was tied around his head, this time securing the jock in his mouth, a grotesque accessory to his already degrading outfit.
The senior stepped back, his chest heaving with the exertion of his power play. The music resumed its throb, the party atmosphere returning as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Justin's world had shifted, the lines between power and submission, friendship and betrayal, blurring into a haze of anger and fear.
He looked at Trent through tear-filled eyes, the jockstrap muffling his cries of protest. The taste of his own cum was a vile reminder of his new reality, a symbol of Trent’s control. Trent's expression was one of triumph, the challenge in his gaze unmistakable.
"Maybe you've got a taste for this, Hall," Trent taunted, his voice filled with amusement. "Maybe you're the team's new cocksucker." The room erupted in laughter, the sound of it bouncing off the metal lockers and piercing Justin's ears. The thought was so repugnant, so far removed from the life he knew, that he could hardly process it.
But the humiliation didn't stop there. "And what about you, Luke?" Trent said, turning his attention to Luke. "You're looking a bit left out. Maybe your buddy here can help you out." His hand moved to Luke's cock, giving it a playful stroke. "You know, like a good wingman."
The idea was absurd, a twisted joke that had somehow become reality. Justin's mind raced, his body still shaking from the forced orgasm. The thought of performing such an act on his roommate and best friend was inconceivable.
"What do you say, Justin?” Trent continued as his eyes darted toward Justjn, his voice a taunting purr.
The locker room was a blur of faces and noise, the laughter and catcalls a cacophony of degradation. Luke's eyes met Justin's, and for a brief moment, the two shared a silent plea for this to end. But the pounding music and the weight of the dildo in his ass reminded Justin that he was at the mercy of these men.
Trent unties Justin from the lockers, freeing his arms and legs. Justin feels weak. The dildo up his ass and the disgusting cum-soaked jockstrap in his mouth is humiliating for him, and now he’s being forced to suck cock for the first time. Trent removes Justin’s jockstrap gag.
“Go on cocksucker,” Trent ordered. “Get back on your knees and suck off you buddy.” Luke's cock began to get hard again, anticipating the warm mouth that would suddenly be on it. Justin felt a strange mix of pity and anger, a fiery determination to somehow save them both from this nightmare.
"Do it, bitch," Trent said, his voice low and dangerous. "Suck your buddy off like the good little bitch you are." The room grew quiet again, the anticipation of the act a palpable force.
Justin looked at Trent, the words of refusal on the tip of his tongue. But the fear of what might come next was stronger. He leaned in, his eyes never leaving Luke's, and took the head of his friend's cock in his mouth. The saltiness of his own cum still lingered on his tongue, a bitter reminder of his submission.
The room exploded into cheers, the sound a mockery of the bond that had once existed between the two. Justin could feel the eyes on him, the weight of their expectations and amusement. The taste of Luke's precum was disgusting.
Trent and the teammates egged him on, their voices a cacophony of lewd comments and encouragement. "That's it, Hall," Trent jeered, his hand on the back of Justin's head. "Show us how much you love your little roommate's cock."
Justin's jaw tightened, his teeth gritted around the shaft of Luke's cock. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but the moans coming from Luke's gagged mouth and the way he was moving his hips suggested otherwise. The dildo in his own ass was a constant reminder of his place, a painful reminder that he had no say in this.
Luke's eyes were closed now, lost in the sensation of his best friend's mouth. His hips bucked, pushing his cock deeper into the warm cavern of Justin's mouth. The sight was almost too much for the watching fraternity members, their own arousal palpable in the stale locker room air.
Justin felt the pressure build, the inevitability of Luke's climax a looming specter. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, but his body responded almost instinctively to the rhythm. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, desperate to get it over with.
Finally, with a strangled cry, Luke's body went rigid. Justin felt the hot spurt of cum fill his mouth, a salty, thick taste that made his stomach roil. He wanted to pull away, to spit out the vile fluid, but Trent's hand was there, keeping him in place, his eyes glinting with victory.
As Luke's orgasm subsided, the room went eerily quiet. Justin's mouth was full, the taste of his friend's semen overwhelming him. He looked up at Trent, his eyes pleading for this to end. But the senior's expression was one of cold satisfaction.
"Swallow," Trent ordered, his voice a low growl. "Swallow it all down." Justin's eyes widened in horror, but the alternative was worse. He did as he was told, the cum sliding down his throat in a gag-worthy rush. He choked slightly, but managed to keep it down, the feeling of Luke's eyes on him making him want to disappear.
When he was done, Trent patted him on the head like a good dog. "Atta boy," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're learning."
The room erupted again, this time in laughter and high-fives, as if they had just witnessed the most epic of football plays rather than a brutal act of sexual domination. Justin felt his stomach heave, the taste of Luke's cum lingering on his tongue.
Trent's eyes never left Justin's as he turned to the others. "Alright, let's get Luke off the lockers," he barked. The same teammates who had tied Luke in place now moved to untie him. The ropes fell away, leaving red marks on his skin that mirrored the emotional scars this night was etching deep within.
With Luke released, the teammates started stripping Justin and Luke of their sweaty football gear, grabbing the last of their dignity. They ripped it away, leaving the two freshmen naked except for the humiliating neon dildos that still filled their asses. The cold air hit their skin, making them shiver and shrink in on themselves, trying to hide from the leering eyes that surrounded them.
Trent snatched a roll of athletic tape from the shelf and began wrapping it around Justin's forearms, crossing them behind his back. Once Justin was bound, the process was repeated with Luke.
"You're not going anywhere, not until we say so," Trent said with a cruel smile, watching the panic flare in Justin's eyes.
Justin's heart hammered in his chest as he struggled against his bindings. "Let us go, you fucking assholes!" he yelled, his voice raw and desperate.
Trent's smile grew even wider. "You think that was gonna be it? That's just the appetizer. We've got a full course of humiliation waiting for you both."
With a dramatic flourish, he bent down to a bag on the ground and pulled out two white thick diapers along with leather collars that had leashes attached to them. "Look what I brought for the two of you," he said, holding them up for everyone to see. "You're gonna look so adorable, walking around with these on."
