Used jock

This is the new story from from the "New bull" universe. Enjoy

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Sam was a tall man with a great wrestler's physique who never missed a day in the gym. Every day he caught people staring at his body, but mostly men. Sam tried to highlight his physique with tight clothes.

He was a professional wrestler and often noticed his opponents' boners. But his career went downhill when he began to be haunted by a series of setbacks in the form of lost fights.

Suddenly, Sam received an invitation to participate in an underground, no-rules wrestling match. Despite having no prior experience in this unconventional type of competition, financial desperation left him with no alternative. The substantial payment for a single match was too tempting to resist, especially given his dire financial situation.

Upon reaching the specified address at the appointed time, Sam encountered a middle-aged man who inquired, "You're Sam, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me," Sam confirmed.

"Then come with me, Sam," the man responded, wearing a mysterious smile.

Guiding the athlete into an alley, the man led him through a door, revealing a staircase that descended into the basement. Inside, they entered a room resembling a locker room.

"Remember, this is no-holds-barred wrestling. The first one to pass out loses, but above all, you must put on a show!" the man explained. "Step out when you're prepared, stud," he added with a suggestive tone before leaving Sam to get ready.

“Stud?” Sam thought displeased. He will show them the stud!

The jock began to undress, shedding all his clothes. While removing his underwear, another man entered the locker room—tall and muscular, though not quite matching Sam's bulk. Passing by, he gave Sam a playful slap on the butt and remarked, "Don't disappoint the audience!" before disappearing behind another door.

Angrily acknowledging that the man who had slapped him earlier was his opponent, Sam fueled his determination to win. Putting on his boxers and shorts, he marched out of the locker room to face the ring.

The spacious room revealed a central ring, surrounded by a gathering of spectators, eagerly awaiting the impending match. The crowd's roars drowned out any semblance of individual voices. Sam's opponent was already positioned in the ring. Navigating through the sea of hands reaching out to touch him, Sam encountered unwanted advances, including a pinch on his nipple. "Freaking perverts!" Sam shouted at the crowd, pushing his way into the ring. As he rose to his feet, he felt another slap on his butt—only to discover it was the same man who had initially greeted him.

The man stood there with a glass of water, offering it to Sam. "Drink before the fight, you'll lose a lot of fluids," he advised. Without hesitation, Sam downed the entire glass. Turning to face his opponent, Sam understood the stakes—the prospect of substantial money awaited him if he emerged victorious. He had to win.

At the signal, they both rose, circling each other cautiously, searching for the opportune moment. Abruptly, Sam surged forward, seizing his opponent. The intense struggle commenced as they grappled and fought for dominance in the ring.

As they wrestled, Sam felt his cock getting harder and harder. After a while he was already rock hard, pulling on his shorts. "What the hell?!" thought Sam. He was filled with shame. It seems there was something in the glass of water!

"Enjoy wrestling with sweaty men?" the opponent sneered sarcastically.

"Fuck you!" Sam retorted, the rage within him reaching a boiling point. In an instant, he lunged, maneuvering under the man, seizing him, and forcefully hurling him into the ring. Sam swiftly took control, grabbing the opponent's hands, placing his foot on the broad back, and pulling the arms toward himself. The adversary's cry and the ensuing roar of approval from the crowd echoed through the arena.

After a while, Sam let go of the man's hands and began to walk around the ring, spreading his muscular arms, encouraging the crowd to scream even more. Sometimes he heard compliments towards his protruding penis.

Внезапно Сэм почувствовал, как большие руки противника обхватили его широкие плечи снизу. Хватка усилилась, и Сэм вздрогнул, испустив крик.

«Тебе это нравится, жеребец, я знаю, что все это знают!» - насмехался мужчина ему на ухо, прежде чем с силой швырнуть его на ринг.

Sam fell onto his stomach. Pleasure coursed through his cock as it was pinned between the floor and his own body. He began to stand up, noticing a stain of pre-cum on his shorts. Then he felt a blow to his back and fell again.

His opponent seized him by the muscular shoulder and deftly turned him over. The larger man sat on Sam's stomach, pinning his arms down. The crowd of onlookers erupted with cheers. "Yes! Ride him! Teach the stupid jock a lesson!" echoed the enthusiastic shouts. Sam struggled to break free, but his efforts were in vain against the dominating hold.

The opponent unexpectedly shifted tactics, tracing Sam's shoulders with an unusual tenderness before firmly grabbing his pectoralis major muscles. He began to squeeze Sam's sweaty chest vigorously, prompting a pained scream from Sam.

"What the heck, dude?" Sam roared, his frustration escalating as he grappled with the feeling of helplessness.

“You are mine now,” answered the man with a predatory look. And then suddenly he squeezed Sam's nipples so hard that he roared along with the crowd. Pain, and then pleasure, immediately spread throughout his body, and his penis reacted with another release of clear liquid.

“How can I get pleasure from this?” Sam thought with shame, noticing how his penis was throbbing from the advances of his enemy.

He then stood up, leaving Sam lying there. Sam tried to catch his breath. He slowly stood up, ready to take the rematch. On his shorts there was already a trail of absorbed preliminary sperm, originating from the rod pulling the shorts.

"Did someone's faucet burst?" the opponent mocked with a smile.

In response, Sam charged at him, swiftly grabbing the opponent's arm, but the adversary effortlessly slipped away. The next moment, Sam found himself caught in a chokehold. Despite his attempts to resist, an unexpected physical response added to his frustration. His dick twitched. Sam struggled tirelessly to break free, but his opponent's strength proved insurmountable. Trapped in the grip of the larger man, he felt like a helpless victim.

Then he felt one of the man's hands rest on Sam's sculpted abs. His hand slowly traced each abs. The hand then made its way under his shorts and then into his boxers. He feels a hand squeezing his balls. Sam couldn't help but moan as his cock reacted with another burst of pre-cum.

The man's hand then moved to his buttocks. Sam feels something poking at his anus. He freezes in horror and then tries to scream, but all he can do is grunt. He tries to run away, but he has already run out of strength in this grip. He feels how 2 fingers of this opponent penetrate his ass.

Sam tries to hold back the enemy's hand, but it easily penetrates his anus. The jock felt a sharp pain, incomparable to anything. Nobody penetrated it. Sam screamed not so much from pain as from shame. He heard the spectators cheer as the fingers penetrated further and further into his intestines.

Suddenly, fingers touched his prostate and wild pleasure spread throughout Sam's body. His mind is filled with even more shame as his cock reacts to every finger fucking and he can't stop this forced pleasure.

His shorts were already almost completely soaked in precum. Sam keeps trying to escape, to somehow resist, but it’s all in vain. Each thrust of his fingers brought him closer to orgasm. He felt his balls getting ready to be released. And just when he's almost reached the point of no return, the man suddenly lets go of Sam and pushed him to the floor.

As Sam lay on the floor, attempting to recover, the man seized his shorts and began yanking them down. "You won't need this anymore, stud," he declared with a lecherous grin. Once the shorts were fully removed, he tossed them to the cheering crowd. The eager onlookers wasted no time, snatching the discarded garment with audible sounds of fabric tearing.

He was so aroused, his cock was begging for it. His boxers were already completely soaked with his precum and the sweat of his muscular body, so they clung to his big cock and engorged balls so that they were clearly visible. But he couldn't just jerk off in front of all these people. But how he wanted it.

When Sam tried to get up again, mustering all his will, the man grabbed him again and threw him onto his shoulder as if he were a sack of potatoes. And he began to walk around the ring with him, laughing. The crowd roared as he began spanking the jock's buttocks. And Sam felt enormous shame, as well as aroused. Each slap caused his penis to pulsate and release clear liquid. He couldn't stand it anymore. Suddenly, he grabbed Sam's body and lowered it from his shoulder onto his knee, belly up.

“Here comes your climax,” the man said enthusiastically, slapping his abs, causing another moan. Suddenly he moved from his abs to his pubic area, gently stroking it. He moved his hand around the penis and began to massage the balls. His cock reacted immediately, sending strong waves of pleasure through Sam's brain.

“No, not this!” Sam thought, feeling a burning shame, but at the same time wanting it. He shouldn't let himself cum in front of all these perverts! But his body has been continued to betray him.

The man moved to his victim's penis in the ring and began sensually stroking his hungry penis through his boxers with his large and strong hands. With every movement, a groan came out of Sam involuntarily. When he tried to get up from his knee or stop his opponent from masturbating Sam, he fought off Sam's feeble attempts with his other hand. He must resist, he must not cum in front of all of them. His ego can't handle it.

Sam's opponent continued and continued stroking his penis, slowly picking up the pace. The warmth inside his loins grew and the tingling sensation in his balls increased. The orgasm was approaching. “Not this!” flashed through his thoughts again. He could only moan and squirm. He must resist! He tried to slide again, but his tired bodybuilder's body was no help against the strong man. His body continued to betray him.

“That's it, jock, come on! Show them all!” the man shouted.

Sam felt the sperm inside his balls approaching his cock. "Oh no! No! No!" Sam shouted with enthusiastic screams from the audience. He felt himself being forcibly brought to the point of no return by those strong male hands. He screamed sharply as his cock erupted and he came in his boxers. His entire muscular, ripped body shook, spurting cum from his cock. This was his best orgasm. His boner continued to shoot sperm. It was the longest orgasm of his entire life. His body shook constantly with each shot, and the cum splashed out and splashed out until Sam was exhausted and went limp.

The cum completely soaked his boxers, it flowed down his legs, spread across his stomach, and a little onto his chest. A puddle of cum had gathered under his limp body. The man's hand was covered in Sam's cum. He lowered the bodybuilder's body into the ring. Sam could barely move his large muscles after such an intense orgasm. He tried to catch his breath, groaning occasionally. But his cock was still rock hard and hungry for more. He was consumed with shame.

Then Sam heard a man come up to him, turn him over on his back, wrap his arms behind his back and tie him together with rope. “What is he doing?” Sam thought and began to resist. But the enemy was too strong, and Sam's large muscles were useless after such a tiring orgasm. He grabbed Sam's body and lifted it above his head, showing Sam's helpless, sweaty but perfect body to everyone, as if it were his prey. “How strong he is,” Sam thought with horror.

"Now it's your turn!" shouted the strongman. And he handed Sam over to the crowd.

"No! No! No!" Sam shouted, when suddenly he was picked up by dozens of hands of sexually excited men, “No! Let me go, you dirty perverts!”

They started touching him in all places like hungry dogs. His boxers were immediately torn. Sam's erect penis immediately fell out, attracting more and more hands. They touched his pectoral muscles, squeezed them, fingered them and licked his juices. Someone grabbed him by the neck and choked him for several seconds. “Fuck off! Coming..MMmmmmm!” someone covered his mouth with his hand.

Someone licked his abs, then beat his six-pack, and kept talking dirty words into his ears. But it was the dick and his ass that got the most attention. Dozens of hands and tongues attacked his penis. And all this brought wild pleasure. And also disgust and shame. His large buttocks were constantly squeezed and spanked, and tongues and fingers penetrated his ass.

The attacks on his dick and ass made him cum again. He fired and fired into the crowd. And all this time he moaned. He felt like nothing but a cumming whore. But after his orgasm they didn't stop. He was constantly touched in all places at once. Hands did not leave his penis for a second. And his prostate was constantly being stimulated.

He tried to break free, but the crowd had other plans. Then he felt that sharp pain in his ass again. His ass was penetrated by a cock! They started using his body as if he was just a sex doll. He wriggled and screamed, but this only excited the perverts.

His ass was constantly being used. Men came on his body and in him. And he came again. Then again and again and again. He didn't think so much sperm could come out of him. But every shot tired him. Then his balls emptied and he collapsed in exhaustion.

When he woke up, he saw himself tied to the edge of the ring and gagged. His whole body was covered in dried sperm. And his penis was still the same stone. His cock ached, but demanded more.

The same man who met him approached him, “Sorry, guy, but your beautiful body is no longer yours,” with these words, he stuck a syringe into his testicles and shoved a butt plug into his used ass. Sam screamed, feeling only pain and sexual arousal. Now sexual arousal will never leave him.

He felt a strong tingling and warmth in his balls. His cock throbbed with every tingle and his balls grew. After some time, he looked at his balls in horror, they had increased 5 times and groaned in the desire to empty them. Then the anal plug began to vibrate, affecting the prostate. He tried to reach his penis with his hands, but the bonds did not allow him to do this. So he could only squirm and moan. It was like a torture. He was burning with desire.

After some time, a couple of unfamiliar men came to him. Sam moaned, begging them to jerk him off. His nuts ached from the large amount of sperm in them. But they just smiled at him and each other and said, “The boss will be pleased.”

They put the ring on his dick and it glowed red. Sam's cock received great pleasure from just a little touch. Sam moaned asking for more. To his shame, the men only laughed. Then a 3rd man entered the room, he was muscular and dressed in tight clothes. He untied Sam from the ring. Sam tried to touch his dick, but the bodybuilder immediately grabbed his hands and tied them together behind his back. Sam was so weak that he couldn’t even offer proper resistance.

The man then put Sam on his shoulders and carried him out the door. He put him in the van and tied him to the wall of the van. Sam groaned in frustration, shame and humiliation. “Sorry, guy, but your beautiful body is no longer yours,” he remembered the man’s words and screamed in horror. Now a new home awaits him.