Chapter 58 GANGBANGED BY MY TEAM PART 1
Kinks: gangbang, group sex, power exchange, oral sex
The locker room stank of sweat and failure, the air heavy with the sharp scent of unwashed uniforms and the low murmur of disappointed voices. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows on the dented metal lockers that had seen countless rough plays. Jason slumped on the bench, his muscular body still heaving from the game they had just lost. At 22, he was the team's star quarterback, all rippling abs and powerful thighs, but his signature cocky grin was nowhere to be seen. A knot of shame twisted in his gut as he wiped his face with a towel, avoiding the accusing glares from his teammates.
Coach Miller stormed into the locker room, his broad shoulders filling the doorway like a solid wall. He was an imposing figure, his face etched with lines from too many close calls and not enough wins. His booming voice cut through the murmurs.
'Jason! Get your ass over here. You think you can choke like that and just walk away?'
Jason's heart pounded. He stood, his cleats scraping the tile floor, feeling the weight of every eye on him. The team—eight guys, all between 18 and 24, their bodies pumped from the field—turned to watch. They were a mix of builds: some lean and wiry, others bulked with raw muscle, all radiating that post-loss aggression. Jason swallowed hard, his throat dry.
'Coach, it was just one play—'
'Shut your trap,' Coach Miller snarled, grabbing Jason's jersey and yanking him close. The coach's breath was hot against his face, laced with the bitterness of energy drinks and sheer fury. 'You lost us the game. Now you're gonna make it right. On your knees.'
Jason's mind raced. He knew Coach's punishments were brutal, but this? The word 'knees' hung in the air, and a chill ran down his spine. The team shifted, smirks creeping onto their faces. No one moved to stop it; they lived for Coach's commands. Jason's legs buckled under the weight of those eyes, and he dropped, the cold floor biting into his kneecaps through his thin pants.
Coach Miller stepped back, unzipping his fly with deliberate slowness. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy. 'Start with me. Show these boys how a real loser apologizes.' Jason's stomach flipped, humiliation burning his cheeks, but a twisted eagerness stirred low in his belly—he'd always been good at this, even if it broke him a little each time.
He leaned forward, lips parting around the coach's cockhead. The salty taste hit him first, musky and warm, as he pushed his mouth down. Coach's hand clamped on the back of his head, forcing him deeper. Jason gagged, throat convulsing around the girth, but he didn't pull back. Tears pricked his eyes as he sucked, tongue working the underside, feeling the cock swell fully in his mouth.
'That's it, boy,' Coach growled, hips thrusting shallowly. 'Take it all.'
The team watched, some palming their own crotches through their pants, the power dynamic shifting like a tide. Jason felt exposed, vulnerable, his own dick twitching traitorously against his jockstrap. He was the star, damn it, but right now he was just their toy.
Coach pulled out with a wet pop, his cock slick and shining from Jason's saliva, veins pulsing along its length.
'Your turn, boys. Line up. Make him earn that spot back.'
The players stripped fast, shedding jerseys and shorts in a frenzy, their cocks of all sizes bobbing free—thick ones veined like ropes, long ones curving upward, straight shafts with heavy balls swinging below, all hardening at the sight of Jason on his knees, lips parted and glistening.
First was Mike, the 20-year-old linebacker, broad and brutal with shoulders like boulders. He grabbed Jason's hair in a tight fist, yanking his head back before shoving his thick cock past those full lips, the head bumping against Jason's tonsils. Jason choked immediately, the invasion rougher than Coach's, Mike's musky scent overwhelming as coarse pubes scratched his nose. He forced Jason to deep-throat, gagging sounds echoing off the metal lockers like wet coughs.
'Fuck, yeah, suck it deeper,' Mike grunted, hips snapping forward in short, hard pumps that made Jason's throat bulge. Saliva bubbled out the corners of Jason's mouth, dripping down his chin in sticky trails, mixing with the sharp ache spreading through his jaw. He glanced up through watering eyes, seeing the smirks on their faces, the raw hunger in their eyes—it humiliated him to his core, reduced to a hole for their pleasure, but the submission flooded him with a dark heat, his own cock twitching traitorously against his shorts.
Next was Tyler, lean and 19, his body wiry from endless drills, his cock slender but rock-hard, the tip flushed purple. He didn't wait for Jason to recover, just rammed in with a sneer, holding Jason's head still between both hands like a vice.
'Swallow it, bitch,' Tyler hissed, voice laced with the thrill of dominance, his fingers digging into Jason's scalp. Jason's throat burned from the friction, but he obeyed, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside as Tyler thrust erratically. The lean player groaned low, pulling out with a gasp, strings of thick spit connecting Jason's swollen lips to the glistening shaft, snapping wetly as Tyler stepped back.
One by one, they used his mouth without pause, turning Jason's face into a slick, abused mess. The 22-year-old running back, agile and cocky, stepped up next—his cock average in length but pierced at the tip with a thick metal barbell that caught the locker room lights. He gripped Jason's ears, pulling him forward onto it, the metal tang hitting Jason's tongue like cold steel, making him gag harder as it scraped the roof of his mouth. 'Taste that, slut? That's for missing those plays,' the running back taunted, rocking his hips to make the piercing bob in and out, Jason's saliva coating the jewelry in a shiny sheen.
Then came the 24-year-old bulky defensive end, a wall of muscle with a cock as girthy as a wrist, foreskin peeled back to reveal a angry red head. He face-fucked Jason mercilessly, hands clamped on either side of his head, pounding in with brutal force that blurred Jason's vision and made his ears ring. 'Take it all, you worthless benchwarmer,' he growled, balls slapping Jason's chin with each deep plunge, pre-cum oozing salty down his throat. Jason's knees ground into the gritty tile, pain shooting up his legs, but he kept his mouth open, sucking through the tears streaming down his cheeks.