The School’s Star Athlete Gets Ambushed
Please be aware that, similar to my previous work, this series may not have a 'happy' ending as many of you might wanted. However, I hope that readers who appreciate stories with darker ending will find resonance and enjoyment in joining me on this journey.
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Jaxon Holt was the king of Westview High. Smart, good-looking, a beast on the soccer field, and a state-ranked swimmer, he came from a solid family and had half the girls in school dripping wet for him. But Jaxon kept his focus on college apps, brushing off every admirer with a polite dodge.
He wasn’t one for drama, always keeping things chill. So it caught him off guard when Brody Kane, the school’s resident thug, cornered him after practice. Brody, with his bleach-blond buzzcut and cocky smirk, was Westview’s self-proclaimed “alpha.” Rumor had it his dad, a shady nightclub owner named Mason Kane, ran with some rough crowds in the city. Nobody messed with Brody—not with his rap sheet of fights, hookups, and whispered stories of getting girls into trouble, probably knocking them up and leaving them crying.
Brody rolled with his crew: Tanner Voss and Max Delgado, two meatheads who’d earned the nickname “The Westview Wreckers” for shaking down kids and throwing their weight around. They called Brody “Boss” and acted like his personal enforcers, always itching for a scrap.
Jaxon had no clue what he’d done to piss off Brody, but the guy came at him like a freight train, shoving him against a locker. “You think you can mess with my girl, pretty boy? Think you can stick your dick where it doesn't belong?” Brody snarled.
Jaxon pushed back, not one to take crap lying down, but before he could swing, Max grabbed him from behind and kneed him in the back. The three of them dragged him to a beat-up van parked in the lot. Max hopped in the driver’s seat while Tanner yanked a pair of zip-ties from his pocket. Jaxon fought hard, thrashing against their grip, but Brody landed two solid punches to his gut, doubling him over. Tanner cinched the zip-ties tight around Jaxon’s wrists, and with Brody and Tanner pinning him down, he couldn’t move.
“Let me go, you piece of shit!” Jaxon spat, struggling against the ties.
Brody grabbed him by the collar of his soccer jersey and backhanded him across the face—once, twice, then again. The slaps stung like hell, leaving Jaxon’s head spinning and his vision blurry. Tanner held him steady, his meaty hands like a vice, while Brody kept going, his hand cracking against Jaxon’s cheek until his face burned and swelled.
“Shut up and take it like a good little bitch,” Brody sneered, leaning in close. Jaxon’s pride was screaming, but the pain was too much. He grit his teeth, tears stinging his eyes, and choked out, “Alright, alright, stop—please, man, I’m done.”
Brody grinned, all teeth and menace. “That’s more like it. Now, who’s in charge here? Who owns your pretty little ass?”
Jaxon’s jaw clenched, but he knew he was out of moves. “You are, Brody,” he muttered, hating every word.
“Louder, faggot!” Tanner barked, giving him a shake.
“You’re the boss, okay?” Jaxon said, voice hoarse. “I screwed up, alright? Let’s call it.”
Brody chuckled, patting Jaxon’s swollen cheek like he was a dog. “Good boy. Now tell me—what’d you do wrong?”
Jaxon didn’t have a clue what he’d done wrong, but he wasn’t dumb enough to mouth off. Swallowing hard, he mumbled, “Brody, man, just tell me—I don’t know.”
“That’s your first mistake, punk,” Tanner growled, shoving him. “When you’re with the Boss, you’re nobody. Just a piece of meat for him to use. Got it?”
Jaxon’s eyes stung, his pride in tatters. He’d never been humiliated like this. Choking back a sob, he said, “Boss, I don’t know what I did.”
“Thought you were tough, huh? Couple slaps and you’re done, you crybaby,” Brody sneered. “You tryin’ to steal my girl? Trying to get a taste of her sweet pussy?”
“No way, I swear, I didn’t touch her,” Jaxon said, head snapping up, desperate to clear his name.
Brody raised his hand like he was gonna swing again. “Where’s your manners? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?”
“Boss, I didn’t mess with your girl, I swear,” Jaxon said, face burning red. He’d never felt this low, forced to grovel to a thug like Brody in front of his crew. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“That skank Lily was all over you this afternoon, huggin’ your arm like it’s her job,” Brody spat, rage flaring. He cracked Jaxon across the face, the slap echoing. Jaxon’s pretty-boy looks, the kind that had girls swooning, were now swollen and bruised.
“That wasn’t my fault, Boss,” Jaxon said, voice shaking. “Lily came up to me, started talking, grabbed my arm. I didn’t even give her the time of day.” He was catching on quick—Brody’s rules were sinking in, and calling him “Boss” was the only way to avoid another hit.
Brody didn’t care. He swung again, the slap landing hard. “Don’t gimme excuses. You touch what’s mine, you pay. And I’m gonna make you pay with that tight, untouched pussy of yours.”
Max, lounging in the driver’s seat, laughed. “Boss, all the girls at Westview call this guy some kinda heartthrob. Last week, I was with that chick Tina, and she wouldn’t shut up about how ‘dreamy’ he looks in his soccer gear. Look at him, still in his little uniform, probably thinks he’s hot shit. Time to show him who runs this school. Time to show him what a real man’s cock feels like.”
Brody snorted. “Pretty face, huh? Let’s see if he’s got anything else.” He reached for Jaxon’s soccer shorts, grabbing him through the fabric. His fingers squeezed Jaxon's balls, making him yelp.
Jaxon thought the slaps and groveling were bad, but this was a new level of shame. He squirmed, but Tanner’s iron grip yanked his arms up, hooking the zip-ties to a bar on the van’s ceiling. Jaxon’s back pressed against the seat, arms stretched taut, leaving him helpless.
“Damn, soccer boy’s got some legs on him,” Tanner said, pinning Jaxon’s thighs down. No matter how hard Jaxon twisted, he couldn’t break free. Brody slid his hand under the shorts, grabbing him again. “No boxers? You’re out here commando, huh? Showing off that pretty dick for everyone?”
Brody tugged the shorts down, exposing Jaxon, and started messing with him. His rough fingers stroked Jaxon's shaft, then found his virgin tip and pinched it hard. “Look at this guy, all fresh and untouched. Bet you never even been with a girl, huh? Spill it, pretty boy—you ever get any pussy?”
Jaxon shook his head, humiliated, tears welling up as Brody’s eyes gleamed with malice. He braced for another hit.
“Westview’s ‘king’ and still a virgin? Still got that tight little cherry waiting to be popped? Oh, we’re gonna have fun,” Brody said, grinning like a predator. Jaxon had no idea what this blond psycho was planning, but it wasn’t good. Brody’s thumb kept working, rubbing circles around the sensitive head of Jaxon's dick, sending jolts through Jaxon’s body, making him writhe despite himself. Tanner laughed. “Easy, Boss, he’s squirming so bad I can barely hold him. Guess he likes your touch.”
“Almost there,” Max called from the front. The van swerved, then screeched to a stop. Tanner grabbed the zip-ties and shoved Jaxon out. Before he could get his bearings, they slammed him against a brick wall, hooking his restraints to an iron ring above. His toes barely grazed the ground, leaving him dangling, defenseless.
Brody stepped up and drove two brutal punches into Jaxon’s stomach. Jaxon gasped, his body jerking against the wall, tears streaming as the pain took over.
“Keep your mouth shut and do what I say, or I’ll gut you like a fucking pig,” Brody growled, pulling out a sleek, black combat knife. This wasn’t some cheap switchblade—it was the real deal, its polished blade glinting as he tapped it against Jaxon’s cheek. The cold steel sent a shiver through him, and Jaxon froze, his voice breaking. “What do you want from me, man?”
Brody raised the knife, and Jaxon flinched, blurting, “Boss, I messed up, I’m sorry, please!”
Brody smirked, eating it up. Max, leaning against the van, chimed in, “Damn, Boss, you’re a legend. Half an hour and you’ve got anyone begging. Sucking your dick if you asked, I bet.”
“Damn right. Nobody breaks ‘em like me,” Brody bragged, tapping the blade on Jaxon’s face before grabbing his soccer jersey and slicing it clean open with a flick of his wrist.
“Yo, this kid’s ripped,” Tanner said, eyeing Jaxon’s torso. “Eight-pack abs, man. Almost as jacked as you, Boss.”
“Check out those pecs,” Max snickered, leering. “Perfect for grabbing while you’re fucking him from behind.”
Jaxon wasn’t just a brainiac—he was an athlete through and through. Soccer gave him thick, powerful thighs and a chiseled core, while swimming sculpted his arms, chest, and smooth skin. His eight-pack was the stuff of legend, always drawing squeals from girls when he’d lift his shirt to wipe sweat on the field.
“Bet this pretty boy loves showing off,” Brody said, smacking Jaxon’s abs hard. Then he grabbed one of Jaxon’s nipples, twisting it viciously until Jaxon yelped.
Jaxon wasn’t used to this—hell, he barely even touched himself. His small, sensitive nipples couldn’t handle Brody’s rough grip. “Boss, please, I’m sorry, that hurts! Stop it, please!” he gasped, squirming against the wall.
“Quit whining, you’ll learn to love it, faggot,” Brody said, letting go. He yanked Jaxon’s shorts down next, exposing him completely since Jaxon hadn’t worn anything underneath. His soft, uncut length hung there, framed by a patch of dark hair.
“Damn, that’s a jungle,” Brody said, pressing the knife against Jaxon’s lower belly. He grabbed a tuft of hair and sliced it off with a quick flick, the blade so sharp it cut clean. The cold edge grazed Jaxon’s skin, making his breath hitch and his body shrink in fear. He didn’t dare move, tears silently rolling down his face. "Gotta clear a path to that sweet virgin pussy."
Brody kept trimming, leaving the patch uneven. Max and Tanner pointed and laughed, mocking Jaxon’s exposed state.
“Alright, string him up proper. Spread those legs wide so we can all get a good look at his hole,” Brody ordered, stepping back. Max and Tanner grabbed Jaxon’s legs, spreading them into a wide V and tying ropes around his thighs, securing them to the wall.
Jaxon thrashed, but with his arms pinned above and legs hoisted, he had no leverage. “Let me go, you sick freaks!” he shouted.
“That’s the spirit,” Brody said, grinning. “Been waiting to take you down a peg, pretty boy. All that good-student, star-athlete crap? I’ve wanted to wreck you for ages. Wanted to make you my personal bitch.”
As Jaxon struggled, he realized they were in an old, abandoned factory. Rusty machinery and broken crates littered the place, the kind of spot you’d find in the sketchy part of Old Town. Word was, this was where gangs settled scores. Jaxon had never set foot in a place like this, and now he was trapped, tied up like an animal, his ass exposed for the taking.
Brody stepped closer, grabbing Jaxon’s balls and squeezing hard. Jaxon sucked in a sharp breath, pain shooting through him. “Listen up,” Brody said. “Play nice, and I’ll make this fun. I’ll make that pussy of yours feel so good you’ll beg for more. Keep fighting, and I’ll cut these off. You believe me?” He dragged the knife lightly across Jaxon’s thigh, the faint sting shutting Jaxon up fast.
Brody’s hand moved to Jaxon’s length, gripping it with a sneer. “Westview’s golden boy, huh? Tell your Boss—ever jerk off? Ever get that pretty dick hard and shoot your load?”
Jaxon’s face burned, too humiliated to answer. Brody squeezed again, harder, making Jaxon’s vision blur. “Y-yeah, I’ve done it,” he stammered, voice tight.
“Don’t make me ask twice, you little shit,” Brody snapped, stroking roughly. He pulled back the skin, exposing the flushed tip. “Clean, I’ll give you that.” His thumb pressed hard against the head. “How old were you when you started playing with yourself?”
Jaxon swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Fourteen.”
The humiliating question made him want to disappear. Brody cackled. “Straight-A kid jerkin’ off? Since you were that young? How’d you figure it out? Did you watch your daddy fucking your mommy?”
“Watched… some stuff with friends. Saw what they did,” Jaxon mumbled. Max and Tanner burst out laughing, making his face burn with shame.
“How often you rub one out?” Brody pressed, grinning, his eyes glinting with predatory intent.
Jaxon’s voice cracked. “Two, maybe three times a week.”
“Only that? Lookin’ like you do, I figured you’d be at it every day, dreaming of some hot pussy,” Brody said, his hand moving with practiced ease. He worked Jaxon’s length, sliding the skin up to cover the tip, then pulling it back to expose the flushed head. Sometimes he’d squeeze the tip, making Jaxon tremble. Despite the fear, Jaxon’s body betrayed him, hardening under Brody’s grip. It was clearly untouched—veins faint, skin pink and smooth, but over 17 cm when stiff, with a thick, straight shaft and a plump head. “Well, damn, Westview’s golden boy’s packin’. Bigger than yours, Max. But what’s the point? It’s still a virgin dick. You’re getting’ hard from me messin’ with you. You like this, don’t you, you little pervert?”
Jaxon bit his lip, silent. Brody’s eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question. You like me playin’ with your cock?”
“Yeah… yeah,” Jaxon choked out, tears in his voice.
Brody smirked at Max. “See? He’s already cryin’. Such a sensitive little bitch.”
Max, catching Brody’s vibe, leaned in. “You gonna thank the Boss for touchin’ you? For making your pretty dick feel good?”
“Thanks… thanks, Boss, for… for messin’ with me,” Jaxon stammered. The star athlete, top of his class, reduced to thanking a thug like Brody—it stung worse than the slaps.
“Bet you want more, huh? Bet that virgin pussy of yours is itching for a real man's cock,” Tanner said, grabbing Jaxon’s pec and kneading it with a sleazy grin.
Jaxon was only a senior, but years of sports had carved his body—square, chiseled pecs that turned heads whenever he went shirtless. Now, Tanner’s calloused, shot-putter hands groped him like he was some cheap hookup, tweaking his nipple with rough fingers.
Not only was his chest being manhandled, but Brody kept working his length. Jaxon couldn’t form words, turning his head away in shame.
“Still actin’ tough? Still think you’re better than us?” Tanner snapped, squeezing Jaxon’s pec into different shapes. His finger flicked Jaxon’s nipple rapidly, the untouched bud hardening under the assault. A strange, electric tingle shot through Jaxon’s body, making him flinch.
Right now, his arms were stretched high, zip-tied to the iron hook above. His legs, bent at the knees, were roped to the wall, spread wide. His shredded soccer jersey hung like a vest, exposing his sculpted chest. His shorts dangled around one calf, revealing his thick, defined legs, still clad in knee-high soccer socks and cleats that twitched as he squirmed. Tanner kept at his nipple, rolling and tugging it, the unfamiliar sensation making Jaxon’s body buzz with a mix of itch and heat. He let out a soft, involuntary groan.
“Kid’s sensitive as hell,” Max said with a laugh, grabbing Jaxon’s other nipple and joining in. “Bet his little pussy is even more sensitive.”
“Come on, Boss, pop his cherry already. Fuck that tight virgin pussy. I wanna see what the school’s golden boy feels like,” Tanner urged, egging Brody on.
Jaxon’s blood ran cold as he realized what they were planning. He thrashed harder, but it only made Max and Tanner twist his nipples more viciously.
Tanner stepped up, dropping his pants right in Jaxon’s face. His thick, stubby length was already hard—maybe 14 cm, but absurdly girthy, like a fire hydrant, with a fat, purplish head that looked intimidating as hell. “Gonna stretch that pretty pussy out for the Boss.”
“Nah, let me go first,” Max cut in, unzipping his own jeans. “You’ll wreck him, and then Boss won’t have any fun. His pussy will be too loose.” Max’s was longer, about 16 cm, with a narrow slit and a pointed, reddish tip that curved slightly left. He waved it like a snake, leering at Jaxon with a sick grin.
“I’m takin’ this one,” Brody snapped, shutting them down. “I’m gonna break him so bad he’ll be beggin’ for my cock in his pussy every day.”
“Damn, Boss goin’ in himself? Kid’s lucky. Getting his pussy popped by the alpha,” Max said, laying on the flattery.
Brody ripped open his belt, yanking down his jeans. He pulled out his length and gave it a couple strokes, letting it spring up. Jaxon glanced down and froze, his stomach dropping.
Brody’s was massive—at least 20 cm, long and thick, with dark, veiny skin that looked like a coiled beast. The head was huge, angry red, with a flared ridge, the whole thing curving upward like a wicked blade. It was the kind of thing that’d make anyone wince just thinking about it ramming into their tight, virgin pussy.
“Gonna make sure you never forget your first time getting your pussy fucked,” Brody said, swinging it for emphasis. It was so hard that when he pressed it down and let go, it slapped his stomach with a loud thwack. He pulled his shirt up over his neck, showing off a body just as ripped as Jaxon’s, but covered in coarse hair—a thick trail from his chest down past his navel, merging with a dense patch below. It screamed raw, animalistic power.
Max faked a pout. “Man, Boss, once you’re done, he’ll be so stretched out our stuff won’t even faze him. His pussy will be a fucking cavern.”
“Don’t worry,” Brody said, smirking. “I’ll get him so worked up, his pussy will be tighter and hornier than ever.” He stepped closer, spitting into his hand and jamming his middle finger into Jaxon’s backside.
Jaxon’s rear had never been touched, let alone violated. He bucked wildly, cursing through gritted teeth. “Brody, you sick freak, let me go! I’ll kill you!”
“Talkin’ tough now? Still think that pussy is yours to protect?” Brody sneered, pulling his finger out and spitting again. “Damn, still tight as hell.”
“Use some lube, Boss,” Max suggested. “That monster of yours’ll tear his pussy up otherwise.”
“Pfft, my junk’s too big for its own good,” Brody grumbled, stepping back. Max pulled a small bottle from his pocket, pouring a slick, reddish oil onto his fingers. “You better thank me, golden boy,” he said to Jaxon. “Last time Boss went in dry, the guy needed stitches in his ruined pussy.”
Jaxon’s stomach churned, and he spat, “You’re all disgusting! Let me go, you psychos!”
But Max ignored him, sliding his long, thin finger into Jaxon’s rear. The oil wasn’t just lube—it was spiked with something extra, the kind of stuff Brody’s family used at their shady clubs to loosen up models and party girls. It didn’t just relax; it made you itch, crave, and ache for more. It made your pussy throb for a hard cock.
Brody’s massive, curved length, paired with that spiked oil, was a weapon no one could resist. It broke people, left them craving more.
Max worked two fingers into Jaxon’s rear, loosening him just enough before pulling out. “Can’t make it too easy for him,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t want Boss to get bored before he even gets his cock in that sweet pussy.”
Brody nodded, impressed. “You know my style, Max.”
He gripped his thick shaft, rubbing the swollen head against Jaxon’s entrance a couple times before pushing in. Jaxon let out a sharp cry, the pain so intense he couldn’t even scream properly—it was like being speared by a hot iron. His virgin pussy was being torn apart. But Brody’s chiseled, hairy abs flexed with raw power, and with Max and Tanner holding Jaxon’s legs, Brody grabbed his hips and drove in steadily.
“Damn, this is tight. This pussy is fucking virgin gold,” Brody growled, forcing Jaxon’s ring open. Without the oil’s effects, it would’ve torn him apart. Brody’s eyes glinted with cruelty as he let go of Jaxon’s hips, letting his weight sink down, impaling him fully on the 20 cm beast. Jaxon’s neck snapped back, breathless, like he’d been punched out. Brody’s entire length buried deep in his core, stretching his pussy to its absolute limit.
“Fuuuck, this is premium. Best pussy I’ve had in ages,” Brody said, voice thick with lust. “Hot, tight—never had anything this good. Born for this, huh? Swallowed me right up, didn’t you, you little pussy-slut?”
Jaxon was too overwhelmed to speak, pain rendering him mute as Brody started thrusting without mercy, gripping his legs and going to town.
Seeing Brody fully in, Max and Tanner let go of Jaxon’s legs, letting his weight rest entirely on Brody. They went back to toying with his nipples, pinching and twisting, adding to the sensory overload.
At first, Brody was controlled, pulling out just a bit before sliding back in. But soon, his excitement took over. His powerful hips moved like a machine, glutes clenching and releasing, picking up speed. His shaft nearly pulled out completely each time, then plunged back in deep. The thick, flared head stretched Jaxon’s ring wide, scraping past it with every thrust. The ridge was so pronounced that each pass made Jaxon gasp involuntarily. When Brody pulled back, the head dragged against Jaxon’s insides, stretching him further, the folds of his entrance pulled taut into a gaping, slick hole that made obscene sounds with every motion.
Thanks to the oil, the initial agony began to fade, replaced by a burning, full sensation. Jaxon’s rear, stretched to its limit, went from pain to a numbing heat that spread through his hips. Brody’s upward-curved length hit his prostate with every thrust, sending jolts through Jaxon’s body. His belly felt tight, like he was holding in a flood, teetering on the edge of release. His own length, untouched, started leaking, clear fluid dripping from the tip, matting the trimmed hair below.
“Nn… stop, let me go…” Jaxon managed, his voice weak but defiant. He’d never felt anything like this—a mix of discomfort and something else he couldn’t name. The relentless friction from Brody’s thrusts sparked a growing pleasure that radiated from his core, creeping through his body. He didn’t know about the aphrodisiac in the oil, how it kept him lucid but made him looser, needier, hungrier with every second. His pussy was learning to love the abuse.
Brody gripped Jaxon’s hips, pounding with ruthless precision, each thrust slamming upward. His heavy sack slapped Jaxon’s cheeks with every stroke, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the grimy factory—squelch, smack, squelch. Brody’s pace only got faster, more brutal, his hips jackhammering like a machine. Jaxon’s body rocked with the force, sweat dripping, skin flushed red. His hands gripped the zip-ties, knuckles white, and when Brody hit too deep, his roped legs jerked taut, trembling in the air.
“Look at this guy,” Max jeered. “Getting’ railed like some porn star, legs all tense. His pussy probably clenching around Boss’s cock with every thrust.” He yanked off Jaxon’s cleat, revealing a white soccer sock caked with dirt and sweat. Jaxon’s foot, still in the sock, flexed and curled as the sensations overwhelmed him, his calves and thighs clenching and releasing.
Max shoved the filthy cleat in Jaxon’s face. Jaxon twisted away, but he couldn’t escape. The stench of days-old sweat and grime filled his nose, choking him. He held his breath as long as he could, but eventually gasped, sucking in the rancid odor of his own foot.
“Yo, he’s getting’ off on sniffin’ his own nasty shoe,” Tanner laughed. “Look, he’s rock hard. Guess that’s what happens when your pussy’s getting the fucking of its life.”
“That’s ‘cause I’m wreckin’ him,” Brody grunted. “Kid’s lovin’ it now. Check it—his junk’s leakin’ like a faucet. His pussy is probably dripping wet too.”
Jaxon glanced down, mortified. His length was stiff, dripping steadily, the clear fluid pooling in the patchy hair below. It was more humiliating than the act itself. Brody scooped some of the slickness onto his fingers and held it up. “What’s this, huh? Actin’ all tough, but you’re wet from getting’ pounded. Leakin’ like a chick. Your hole’s greedier than any girl’s. That pussy of yours is a fucking vacuum for cock. Admit it—you’re a slut, aren’t you?”
Jaxon stayed silent, jaw clenched. Brody grabbed his thighs and unleashed a ferocious barrage, thrusting relentlessly for minutes. The overwhelming pleasure drowned Jaxon, his body shaking, moans spilling out uncontrollably—ragged, desperate sounds he couldn’t stop.
Then, abruptly, Brody pulled out. Jaxon’s stretched, aching rear suddenly felt empty, the absence of that 20 cm beast jarring. His pussy felt cold and abandoned.
“Wha…?” Jaxon’s eyes flicked open, confused. He caught himself, face burning, and clamped his mouth shut.
“What, Boss tired? Need a breather before you fuck his pussy some more?” Tanner asked, leaning in.
Brody shot him a glare. “Tired? I railed that basketball punk, Kyle Reese, for three hours straight last month. Kid was beggin’, sayin’ he couldn’t take any more, his pussy was so raw, or I’d have gone another three.”
Jaxon’s heart sank. Kyle was the school’s hulking center, a known brawler. If Brody could break someone like him, what chance did Jaxon have? He wasn’t even sure if it was true, but the thought chilled him.
“Chill, Tanner, you idiot,” Max said, smirking. “Boss is playin’ him. Makin’ our golden boy beg for it. Beg for more cock in his needy pussy.” He crouched down, lifting Jaxon’s hips to inspect. Jaxon’s rear was a mess—red, swollen, gaping open, the ring of muscle pulsing with every breath. The surrounding hair was matted with sweat and oil, a ring of white froth from the pounding adding to the obscene sight. It looked utterly wrecked, undeniably hungry. A used and abused pussy.
“This hole’s cleaner than that punk Shawn Long’s,” Max bragged. “That guy was a mess—took five rounds to wash his filthy pussy out.”
“Cause you went overboard with that shock toy last time,” Brody laughed. “Our golden boy here’s top-tier. Shawn’s got nothing on him. This kid’s pussy is prime.”
“You… you’re talking about Coach Long?” Jaxon stammered, stunned. Shawn Long was the new PE teacher, built like a tank, who’d flexed his strength by banging out over 80 pull-ups in his first class, intimidating everyone. The idea that Brody had gotten to him, to his pussy, was unthinkable. “No way. He’s a teacher. You wouldn’t dare…”
“Dare? That fool pissed me off, makin’ me run laps. That night, I had him screamin’ for mercy, his pussy clenching around my cock like his life depended on it,” Brody said, smirking. “Now he’s hooked—begs me to swing by his place. Washes up, wears those tight, slutty briefs. I told him to keep his hole plugged when I’m not around. Check his pants now, you’ll see a thong and a plug up that well-used pussy of his.”
Brody pulled out a cigarette, and Max quickly lit it. He stepped up to Jaxon, his hard length bobbing, teasing the head against Jaxon’s swollen entrance.
Jaxon’s mind reeled hearing about classmates and even teachers falling to Brody. For some twisted reason, it made his own length throb harder, still leaking. He tried to distract himself, arguing back, but the second Brody’s hot, thick tip grazed his hole, the overwhelming pleasure from before surged back. His lips stayed shut, but his hips betrayed him, twitching slightly, rubbing himself against Brody’s shaft, his pussy instinctively seeking the invasion.
“Needy little thing, huh? That pussy just can't get enough, can it?” Brody grinned, reading him like a book. He pushed the head in, groaning. “Damn, this kid’s unreal. Half an hour of pounding, and his pussy’s still tight. Feels like a mouth suckin’ me in. Better than that security guard’s hole last month.”
“For real? Hurry up, Boss, let us have a turn. I wanna feel that tight pussy too,” Tanner said, eager.
“Nah, he’s not fully broken yet,” Brody replied. He slid in halfway, then pulled out, dragging the head along Jaxon’s sensitive taint, slick with sweat and oil. He teased, dipping in shallowly, then out, over and over, tormenting Jaxon.
The aphrodisiac oil had fully kicked in. After Brody’s relentless, 20 cm pounding—especially that brutal final sprint—Jaxon’s hole was wrecked, unable to close, aching with emptiness. Brody kept teasing, sometimes pushing deep enough to stretch the ring and graze his insides, the flared head scraping just right, making Jaxon tremble. But then he’d pull back, barely entering, leaving Jaxon desperate.
His legs tried to clamp together, toes curling tight in his socks, soft whimpers escaping his throat, his pussy pulsing with raw, unfulfilled need.
Brody saw the need in his eyes and grabbed a nipple, twisting. “You want it bad, don’t you? Want my cock buried deep in that desperate pussy? Beg for it, slut.”
The oil didn’t cloud Jaxon’s mind, so despite the unbearable itch in his core, shame held him back.
Then Max pulled out his phone, shoving it in Jaxon’s face. The screen showed Jaxon pinned against the wall, legs splayed, head thrashing, moaning like he was lost in ecstasy. He hadn’t realized how wild he’d looked.
“You… you recorded it?” Jaxon pleaded, voice breaking, tears welling. “Please, delete it, I’m begging you.”
“Scared of seein’ yourself like this? Look at you, lovin’ it—Boss got your hole so wet it’s drippin’. That pussy of yours was practically begging for it on camera,” Max taunted, forcing Jaxon to watch the video. The close-up showed Brody’s thick, veiny shaft sliding in and out of Jaxon’s stretched entrance, every thrust deep and deliberate. When Brody pulled back, Jaxon’s hole gaped, frothy and slick, leaking down his skin. Seeing himself like that, knowing how he’d been taken apart, made Jaxon’s core itch unbearably. He bit his lip, refusing to speak.
Then the screen switched to another video. “Still actin’ tough? Next time, you’ll beg us to record. You'll want the whole world to see how much you love getting that pussy fucked,” Max said.
“Coach… Coach Long?” Jaxon gasped. The man in the video wore a white Adidas tee and a headband, his rugged, sun-kissed look unmistakable—Shawn Long, the PE teacher.
But below, he was bare, lying on the floor, knees pulled back, exposing himself completely. A voice behind the camera—Brody’s—mocked, “What you doin’, slut? Showing off that well-fucked pussy for me?”
“Sh-showing my hole… for Master,” Shawn stammered, face flushed with shame.
“Did I make you? Or you want this? Does that pussy of yours crave humiliation?” Brody’s voice was smug.
Shawn shook his head, his voice a mix of humiliation and hunger. “No, Master… I begged for it. Wanted it.”
“Why’d you want me to film?” Brody asked lazily.
Shawn’s breathing hitched, hesitating, then he blurted, “Please, Master, don’t leave! I… I need you to fuck me. My hole’s so empty, so itchy, needs your cock. I begged you to record it, to prove I’m a slut who needs it. A slut whose pussy only exists for your pleasure.” His pecs heaved, words spilling faster. “Master, film it—show my hole’s desperate, that I’m begging you to take me.”
His voice grew frantic, pleading. “Please, Master, fuck me now. I can’t take it, it’s too much, I need your cock! Ram it into my pussy until I can't think straight!”
The camera caught someone—Brody—grabbing Shawn’s length, stroking until precum splattered his chiseled abs. “Tried ghostin’ me before, huh? Now look at you, crawlin’ back, your pussy practically vibrating with need,” Brody sneered, stepping on Shawn’s shaft, grinding his balls with his boot. Shawn moaned louder, shameless. “Yes, Master, I was wrong! I was scared to admit how bad I wanted it. Now I can’t stop thinkin’ about your cock. Please, I’m begging, fuck me! Destroy my pussy!”
“Got a real talent for dirty talk,” Brody chuckled. He crouched down, his broad, tanned back filling the frame like a wall. Shawn’s obscene moans followed, raw and desperate. Max’s voice cut in: “Boss, make this slut lick it clean. Make him swallow every last drop you put in that pussy.”
The video ended. Max pocketed the phone, then aimed it at Jaxon, recording again. Tanner grabbed Jaxon’s leaking length, pressing it down. “Boss, this slut’s wetter than Shawn was. His pussy is probably a fucking waterfall by now.”
Jaxon’s body burned, his mind reeling from the video. Brody’s mocking gaze held a predator’s confidence, his thick tip still teasing Jaxon’s aching hole. Jaxon’s expression shifted from defiance to conflict, caught between shame and the unbearable need growing inside him.
Watching videos of others humiliated by Brody, especially Shawn Long’s depraved submission, made Jaxon feel like giving in wasn’t so impossible. Deep down, he was already breaking—his hole aching, empty, craving. His pussy was a traitor, begging for what his mind resisted. He understood Shawn now; the feeling of being taken by something so overwhelming was unlike anything he’d ever gotten from his own hand.
“Please… fuck me,” Jaxon whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He froze, shocked at himself, but Brody wasn’t letting it slide. “Forgot the rules already? Older guys call me Master, punks like you call me Boss. You messin’ up?”
He slapped Jaxon’s cheeks hard, the sting making his hole twitch with need. After the first plea, the second came easier. Jaxon’s voice cracked, pride in tatters. “Boss, please, fuck me. Fuck my pussy until I scream. I can’t take it.”
Seeing Jaxon’s teary surrender, Brody knew he’d fully broken the soccer star. He hoisted Jaxon’s hips, his jacked arms yanking the zip-ties free from the wall hook. Max rushed over, unlocking the restraints.
For a split second, Jaxon thought about bolting, but Brody’s massive shaft slammed back in, lifting him by the hips in a brutal, cradling position—deep and merciless. Jaxon yelped, clinging to Brody’s neck, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep from falling, only driving Brody deeper, his pussy impaled and claimed.
“Look at you, getting’ into it. Spreading that pussy nice and wide for me,” Brody laughed. His bulging biceps and chiseled delts flexed, effortlessly holding Jaxon up as his hips snapped forward, each thrust a loud slap.
In this position, Jaxon was at Brody’s mercy, every angle and rhythm controlled. Sometimes Brody loosened his grip, letting Jaxon’s weight sink, the shaft piercing so deep it felt like it hit his core. Jaxon lost control, moaning wildly, voice hoarse and broken.
Tanner dragged over a stack of grimy mattresses nearby. Brody pulled out, tossing Jaxon onto the pile. “Know how many sluts I’ve wrecked on these? How many pussies I've ruined? Past six months, I’ve had a dozen beggin’ right here, leavin’ their mess. Now you’re addin’ to it, you filthy thing. Get that ass up. Show me that pussy.”
Jaxon flashed back to Shawn’s position in the video, shame burning through him. But his hole, having tasted Brody’s size, was starving. He grabbed his knees, arching his back, offering himself up.
“Gonna show you what a forced shot feels like,” Brody said with a wicked grin, using a term Jaxon didn’t know. He squatted, spreading his legs, and pushed Jaxon’s ankles down, forcing his hips to tilt up unnaturally. Jaxon’s body folded, his gaping, frothy hole on full display, pulsing with every breath, visible even to himself. His pussy was a raw, open invitation.
“Look at what I did to your hole. Look at that wrecked pussy,” Brody taunted, circling a finger around the stretched rim. “Still so tight after all that? You’re somethin’ else, slut. First one to take me this long and stay this good. Best virgin pussy I've ever had.”
“Thanks… thanks, Boss, for fucking my hole. For fucking my pussy so good,” Jaxon mumbled, eyes red with humiliation, tears threatening to spill. Brody’s finger teasing his rim only made the itch worse, the need unbearable.
“Weren’t so grateful when I played with your junk earlier, huh? Learnin’ fast,” Brody sneered, pressing Jaxon’s ankles with his shoulders, leaning in closer.
Max, grinning sleazily, stepped up, filming Jaxon’s exposed hole from above. “Boss is lovin’ this one. Usually saves this position for after four or five rounds, when their pussies are completely blown out. First time with this kid, and he’s already getting’ it.”
Brody’s thick tip teased Jaxon’s pulsing hole, the sight of it pressing against him clear in the dim light. “This kid’s got a prize hole. A grade-A pussy,” Brody chuckled. “Gonna train it real good—ain’t many get this treatment.” He turned to Jaxon, then slammed in hard.
Jaxon instantly understood why Max hyped this position. Before, Brody’s thrusts had hit a spot deep inside that made him tremble with pleasure. Now, this angle drove Brody’s shaft straight into it with pile-driver force, plunging deeper into his core. Jaxon’s length leaked profusely, a thick stream of fluid dripping onto his abs.
“Feelin’ that spot, huh? That spot deep inside your pussy?” Brody said, grinding against it. “That’s your prostate, your G-spot. More sensitive than any chick’s. I’m gonna make you shoot from it. I'm gonna fuck that pussy until you cum so hard you see stars.”
He leaned down, rough hands gripping Jaxon’s pecs, his body pinning Jaxon’s. His hips worked furiously, slamming like a machine. Jaxon lost it, overwhelmed. “Ah, ah, no, Boss, I’m sorry, I can’t—can’t take it! My pussy can't handle it!”
The pleasure consumed him, driving him half-mad. His entire body focused on that one point, electric and numb, his length throbbing like it was about to burst. He clung to Brody’s neck, legs wrapping his waist, pinned to the mattress as Brody pounded relentlessly, the wet slaps loud and rapid.
“Boss, I’m done for, ugh, please, you’re wreckin’ me. You're wrecking my pussy!” Jaxon sobbed, pleasure so intense he couldn’t control it, drool spilling from his mouth.
“Damn, who knew this kid was such a slut? Pure gold. That pussy is a fucking goldmine,” Tanner said, watching eagerly.
“Told ya, my eye’s never wrong,” Brody bragged. “Knew he was a needy little thing. Didn’t expect him to feel this good, though—hottest, tightest hole I’ve ever had. Best pussy, hands down. Fuckin’ unreal.”
Jaxon suddenly screamed, clutching Brody’s chiseled back, eyes rolling back. Brody propped himself up, letting Max film. Jaxon’s length erupted, ropes of release shooting out—some hitting his face, the rest splattering across his pecs and abs, pulsing seventeen or eighteen times.
“Kid must’ve been holdin’ back for days, shootin’ that much from your work, Boss. Guess that's what happens when you fuck a virgin pussy just right,” Tanner said, hyped, before pleading, “Go easy on him, man. Don’t wreck him too bad, or I won’t feel nothin’ when it’s my turn. His pussy will be too loose for my dick.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Brody grinned. “This golden boy’s hole is unreal—still tight as hell after all that. Prime stuff. That pussy is a gift that keeps on giving. When he came, it clamped down so hard it nearly killed me. Just wait, your stubby log’s even thicker than mine. I’ll get him revved up for you. I'll make his pussy nice and wet for you.” He pinned Jaxon down again, Jaxon’s limp legs draped over his hips. Brody went at it for another brutal six or seven minutes, relentless, until he threw his head back, letting out a guttural roar. With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself deep.
After a moment, Brody slowly pulled out. His shaft, still half-hard and over 10 cm, glistened with slick release, dark and thick. As he withdrew, Jaxon’s gaping hole spilled a thick ring of Brody’s seed, the red, slick insides twitching, leaking steadily. His pussy was thoroughly flooded.
“Boss, my junk’s barely half as thick as yours,” Tanner whined, playing up the flattery. “You opened his pussy up like that, how’m I supposed to follow?” He fingered Jaxon’s stretched rim, spreading it to show the flushed, tender flesh inside, thick globs of Brody’s release oozing out. “You flooded him, man. This hole’s packed. That pussy is full of your cum.”
Brody smirked, shaking his dripping length. “Told ya, it’s a keeper. Better than anything I’ve had. Best pussy in Westview. You’re good to go.”
“Guess I’ll trust you,” Tanner said, lining up his short, absurdly girthy 14 cm shaft, still slick with Brody’s mess, and pushing in. Jaxon let out a weak groan, too spent to resist, still lost in the haze of his climax. Tanner started thrusting, taking his turn, ramming his thick cock into Jaxon's already wrecked pussy.
Max, buzzing with excitement, piped up. “Boss, golden boy’s top-tier, but that pussy ain’t enough for all of us. Tanner’ll probably wear him out. Want me to call that security guard from last time?”
“You and your thing for older guys,” Brody shot back, smirking. “They’ve got their charm, but that guard passed out last time. His pussy couldn't handle me. Didn’t even get my fill.”
As Tanner’s rhythm picked up, Jaxon’s body rocked on the filthy mattresses, his mind a blur of shame and lingering pleasure. The factory’s grimy walls seemed to close in, the weight of Brody’s dominance—and the promise of more to come—sinking into him. He was theirs now, marked and claimed, his world shattered in a single night. But even as his body surrendered, as his pussy learned to crave the abuse, a flicker of defiance lingered deep inside, buried under the heat and the haze, waiting for a chance to rise.
