Winners and Losers
John woke up the next morning to find Conrad already gone. The memory of what happened last night made his stomach tight. But today was the last and most important game of the season. If they won, they would be champions. He knew he had to push everything else aside and focus.
At breakfast, David and Conrad sat together. David gave John a mocking look. “I hope you had fun yesterday,” David said quietly so only John could hear. Conrad added with a grin, “Don’t know about him, but I had a lot of fun,” and as he passed, he gave John a hard slap on the ass.
John felt humiliated but tried not to react. He kept his eyes down and joined the team to get ready.
The game itself was tough and close. Every play was tense and exhausting, with both teams fighting for every point. John’s mind sometimes drifted to David and Conrad, but he forced himself to focus. In the last seconds, John spotted Liam open and threw the ball to him. Liam caught it for the winning touchdown. The team burst into cheers, they’d won, but just barely.
Afterward, the others planned to celebrate at the pub, but John didn’t want to go. The happiness he’d felt after the win was already gone, replaced by a heavy sadness. Quietly, he slipped away, walked back to the hotel, and took a long, hot shower. It didn’t help much. He changed into clean clothes and fell into bed, quickly falling into deep, exhausted sleep.
John’s sleep was deep and dreamless, a rare escape from the tangled thoughts that had plagued him. But the quiet was short-lived. Whispers sliced through the darkness, jolting him awake. His heart hammered as he blinked, eyes adjusting to the faint light seeping through the curtains. The silhouettes of David and Conrad loomed by the bed, their voices low, laced with anticipation. Dread coiled in his gut. They had made their intentions clear before, and tonight would be no different.
“Wake up,” David hissed, his tone sharp yet playful. “We’ve got plans for you.”
John’s breath hitched as he propped himself up on his elbows, his body tense. Conrad smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t look so scared, cunt. You know you want this.”
David grabbed John’s shoulder, pulling him roughly to the edge of the bed. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice firm. John hesitated, his throat dry, before complying. He knelt between them, his breath shallow, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on the mattress. David’s hand tangled in John’s hair, yanking his head back. “Open your mouth,” he growled.
John obeyed, his lips parting as David pressed his thick, hard cock against them. “Suck it,” David ordered, thrusting forward until John gagged. Beside him, Conrad chuckled, unbuttoning his pants. “Looks like someone’s already getting what they deserve,” he said, pulling out his own erect cock.
John’s cheeks hollowed as he tried to breathe through his nose, David’s hand tightening in his hair. “Deeper,” David hissed, pushing further into John’s mouth. John’s eyes watered, but he forced himself to relax, his tongue flicking along the underside of David’s shaft.
Conrad knelt beside him, gripping John’s chin to turn his head. “Don’t forget about me, slut,” he said, guiding his cock to John’s lips. John moaned softly around David’s cock as Conrad pushed inside, the dual invasion overwhelming. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he struggled to take them both, his throat burning with the effort.
“That’s it,” David groaned, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again.
Conrad laughed, his hand slapping John’s cheek lightly. “Such a good little cunt,” he taunted, pulling out and pressing his cock back into John’s mouth. John gagged again, tears streaming down his face as he tried to please them both.
After several minutes of this, David pulled back, his breath heavy. “Enough foreplay,” he said, grabbing John’s arm and hauling him to his feet. Conrad pushed John onto the bed, ordering him to lie on his stomach. “Ass up, slut,” Conrad commanded, his voice dripping with dominance.
John complied, his face pressed into the pillow as he raised his hips, his thighs trembling. David knelt behind him, running a hand along John’s exposed backside. “Such a perfect little hole,” he murmured, giving it a sharp smack. John flinched, a mix of pain and arousal shooting through him.
Conrad lubed his dick and positioned himself at John’s entrance, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin.
Conrad pressed forward, his cock sliding into John’s tight hole with a slow, deliberate thrust. John gasped, his body arching as Conrad filled him completely.
“My turn,” David said, stepping forward. He gripped John’s hips, lining himself up before thrusting hard into John’s wet pussy. John moaned loudly, the sensation of being filled both front and back overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” David groaned, pulling back before slamming into John again. Conrad began to move in sync, their rhythms colliding as they took turns dominating John’s body.
“That’s it, take it,” Conrad growled, his hand gripping John’s hip tightly. David leaned forward, his mouth pressing against John’s ear. “You love this, don’t you, slut?” he whispered, his breath hot.
John whimpered, his body trembling as pleasure built within him. David reached around, grabbing John’s clit and pinching it roughly. “Cum for us,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Conrad pulled out, flipping John onto his back. “Suck my cock while he fucks you,” he ordered, pushing his erection back into John’s mouth. John obeyed, his lips wrapping around Conrad’s shaft as David continued to pound into his pussy.
“Fuck, yes,” David groaned, his hand spanking John’s thigh. “You’re so wet.”
John’s eyes rolled back as he teetered on the edge, his body tense. “Cum for us,” Conrad commanded, thrusting into John’s mouth harder. John cried out, his body convulsing as he orgasmed, his juices spilling onto David’s cock.
“That’s it," David growled, his pace quickening. "Now it’s our turn." Conrad pulled out of John’s mouth, his cock glistening with saliva, and moved to stand beside David. John lay on the bed, his body still trembling from the earlier orgasm, his mind foggy with humiliation and desire. He knew what was coming next, and the thought made his stomach twist. Conrad positioned himself on the bed, his erection standing upright, and grabbed John by the hips, forcing him to straddle his lap. "Ride me, slut," Conrad commanded, his voice rough.
John hesitated, his body trembling, but Conrad’s hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room. "Now," Conrad demanded. John reluctantly lowered himself onto Conrad’s cock, his vagina stretching around the thick shaft. "Fuck, you’re tight," Conrad groaned, his hands gripping John’s hips tightly. John began to move, his big ass bouncing up and down on Conrad’s lap, his cheeks jiggling with each thrust. The room filled with the wet slap-slap of skin meeting skin, the sound of their bodies colliding in a rhythm that felt both brutal and inevitable.
"That’s it, take it," Conrad growled, his fingers digging into John’s flesh. John whimpered, humiliation burning through him as he was forced to ride Conrad’s cock, his body on display for their pleasure. His inner monologue screamed at him to stop, to resist, but his body betrayed him, responding to the relentless thrusting. How much longer can I do this? he thought, his mind racing as his ass jiggled with each movement, the flesh shaking like jelly under their hands.
David moved behind John, his cock pressing against John’s ass. "No, please," John begged, trying to squirm away, but David’s hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp sting making John cry out. "You’re not going anywhere, whore," David said, his hand tangling in John’s hair and pulling his head back. John’s body tensed as David’s cock pushed against his entrance, the thick head breaching him. "Fuck, you’re tight," David groaned, his cock sinking deeper into John’s ass.
John cried out, his body stretched to the limit, both his holes filled with their cocks. The sensation was overwhelming—Conrad’s cock pounding into his pussy, David’s cock splitting his ass open. His big butt jiggled with each thrust, the cheeks shaking violently as they pounded into him. The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts, the wet squish of their cocks sliding in and out, and John’s whimpers.
"Fuck, yes," David groaned, his hand spanking John’s thigh, the sharp crack echoing in the room. John’s body trembled, his mind a blur of humiliation and pleasure. This can’t be happening, he thought, but his body was responding, his pussy dripping onto Conrad’s cock, his ass clenching around David’s. The two high-fived, grinning. "It’s been too long since we’ve fucked someone together," Conrad said, his voice laced with satisfaction.
David grinned, his hand gripping John’s hair. "And this one’s got a better ass and pussy than those cheerleaders," he said, thrusting hard into John. Conrad laughed, his hands gripping John’s hips tightly. "Look at this slut, taking both our cocks like a good little whore," Conrad said, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
John whimpered, his body trembling as they used him, humiliation and desire twisting inside him. "Fuck, you’re so wet," David said, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Such a good little slut," Conrad murmured, his thrusts deepening. John’s eyes rolled back, his body tense as they took turns fucking him, their hands roaming over his skin, their mouths whispering filthy affirmations.
"You love this, don’t you, slut?" David whispered, his hand gripping John’s hair and pulling his head back. John cried out, his body convulsing as they used him, their cocks stretching him to the limit. His big butt jiggled with each thrust, the cheeks shaking violently as they pounded into him. The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts, the wet squish of their cocks sliding in and out, and John’s whimpers.
"Fuck, you’re such a good little fucktoy," Conrad growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Take our cums, whore," David growled, his body tensing. John whimpered, his body still sensitive from his own orgasm as David’s cock twitched inside him, filling him with warm cum. Conrad followed soon after, his own release spilling into John’s ass.
"Fuck, that’s good," Conrad sighed, collapsing onto the bed beside John. David pulled out, lying on his back with a satisfied groan. "Best way to end the season," he said, his eyes closing.
John lay between them, his body exhausted and sated. The weight of their bodies pressed against him, their breaths evening out as they fell asleep. John closed his eyes, the hum of their whispers fading into silence as he drifted off, their cum still warm inside him. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing.
John’s mind was a blur; his thoughts tangled in a web of humiliation and desire. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time, but for now, he let the darkness take him, his body too drained to resist. As the night deepened, the question lingered: How much longer could he endure this? And what would happen when the season ended, when there were no more games to distract him from the truth? The answers remained elusive, buried beneath the weight of their bodies and the silence of the room.
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