Chapter 59 GANGBANGED BY MY TEAM PART 2
The freshman was last in the oral lineup, barely 18 but hung like a stallion—his large cock heavy and uncut, swinging low before Jason's face. Nervous energy crackled off him, but he followed the others' lead, threading his fingers through Jason's sweat-damp hair and pushing in slow at first, then faster as Jason's heat enveloped him.
'Oh shit, that's good,' the freshman moaned, voice cracking with excitement, his thick shaft stretching Jason's lips wide as he humped forward, spilling hot pre-cum that Jason swallowed reflexively, the taste bitter and fresh.
The room filled with grunts and heavy breathing, the wet slurp of Jason's mouth working each cock, the occasional slap of flesh against flesh or a degrading chuckle from the sidelines. Emotions churned inside Jason—shame at his own eagerness, the way his tongue flicked out instinctively to lap at ridges and tips; a desperate need to please them all, to atone through this degradation; the raw vulnerability of being passed around like a communal toy, his dignity stripped away layer by layer.
'Enough warm-up,' Coach Miller barked after the last guy, the freshman, had pulled out with a shudder, leaving a trail of pre-cum dribbling down Jason's chin. 'Get him on the floor. Time to really punish this fuck-up.'
Hands grabbed Jason from all sides—rough, calloused palms from the team yanking his jersey over his head in one swift motion, exposing his toned chest slick with sweat. They stripped his pants down his thick thighs, boxers following, leaving him completely naked and exposed on the cold tile. His tight ass clenched instinctively in the cool air of the locker room, goosebumps prickling his skin as the door's draft whispered through.
They manhandled him roughly, flipping him onto his back with a chorus of laughs, then spreading him wide—ankles hooked over broad shoulders, knees pinned to his chest by strong hands. Jason's hole winked exposed, pink and untouched, the vulnerability making his heart pound. Coach Miller knelt between his legs first, his massive frame casting a shadow, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto Jason's hole before rubbing it in with his thumb, the pressure teasing but not entering. Then he pressed his thick cock against it, the blunt head nudging insistently, still slick from Jason's earlier mouth.
'Beg for it,' Coach demanded, voice low and commanding, eyes locked on Jason's flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips.
Jason's breath hitched, his chest heaving, face burning with a mix of fear and aching want. The exposure, the eyes on him—it all amplified the humiliation, but his cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking pre-cum in betrayal.
'Please, Coach... fuck me. Make it right. Use my ass to punish me,' the words tumbled out, tasting like total surrender, his cocky shell cracking wide open under the weight of their gazes.
Coach thrust in hard, no mercy, the thick girth stretching Jason's ass in one brutal slide, burning pain lancing through him like fire as muscles clenched and yielded. Jason cried out, back arching off the tile, nails scraping at the floor.
'Fuck, you're tight—like a virgin,' Coach grunted, bottoming out with his balls pressed flush against Jason's skin, the fullness overwhelming. He didn't give time to adjust, pounding deep and relentless, hips slamming forward in a rhythm that shook Jason's body, each thrust sending jolts of pain morphing into twisted pleasure up his spine.
The team cheered, a raucous mix of 'Yeah, wreck him!' and 'Pound that hole!' as they stroked their cocks, waiting their turns, some stepping closer to slap Jason's thighs or pinch his nipples.
Mike went next, seizing Jason by the hips with iron fingers that dug into the firm muscle, flipping him onto his stomach in one forceful yank. Jason's cheek smacked against the gritty tile floor, the rough texture scraping his skin as dust and old sweat ground into his face.
He gasped, the air knocked out of him, but Mike didn't give a second's pause—he aligned his thick cock with Jason's already abused hole and slammed in deep, the girth splitting him open with a burning stretch that made Jason's vision white out for a moment. Rough and relentless, Mike's hips pistoned forward, each brutal thrust driving his shaft to the hilt, balls slapping hard against Jason's taint with a wet, echoing smack.
'Take it, loser,' Mike snarled, his voice a guttural rumble laced with contempt, one hand fisting Jason's sweat-matted hair and yanking his head back, arching his neck painfully.
Jason clawed at the tile with desperate fingers, nails scraping uselessly against the unyielding surface, his body overwhelmed by the invasion—the relentless stretch of his rim, the fullness pressing against his insides, the way his muscles clenched and yielded involuntarily around the invading length. Tears welled up, hot and stinging, mixing with the sweat beading on his cheeks and dripping onto the floor in salty puddles, but beneath the searing pain, a forbidden pleasure built like a storm, coiling low in his gut, his own cock trapped beneath him, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that smeared sticky trails across the cold tile.
Jason's entire body trembled under the onslaught, every muscle quivering like a live wire as the players' rough thrusts drove deeper into him, turning his once-proud frame into a shuddering mess. His ass burned fiercely from the constant stretch, the ring of muscle raw and inflamed, slicked with a messy mix of spit, pre-cum, and the remnants of Coach's earlier load that leaked out with each withdrawal. But the pain twisted into something hotter, more desperate, a throbbing heat that spread through his veins like liquid fire.
Mike's thick cock pistoned in and out of his hole without mercy, the veined shaft dragging along sensitive walls, each slam jolting Jason's hips forward against the unforgiving tile, bruising his hip bones and sending jolts up his spine. He felt the heavy weight of another teammate straddling his upper back, knees pinning Jason's shoulders down as he forced his slender dick back between Jason's swollen lips.
Jason's jaw throbbed with a deep ache, his throat raw and scraped from the earlier deep-throating sessions, but he opened wide anyway, sucking sloppily as Tyler thrust shallowly, the salty tang of skin filling his mouth. His tongue swirled instinctively along the underside, tracing the rigid vein, even as tears streamed unchecked down his face, carving clean paths through the grime on his cheeks.
The humiliation clawed at him like talons, reducing him to this—face-fucked and ass-reamed in front of his team—but so did the need, a deep, gnawing ache in his gut that made his own cock pulse untouched, trapped and grinding against the floor with every brutal push from Mike.
Calloused hands gripped his thighs from multiple angles, fingers bruising the toned flesh he'd sculpted through endless squats and sprints, prying his legs apart wider until his knees scraped the tile, exposing his hole completely to the room's leering eyes. The freshman with the fat cock knelt off to the side, his massive length gripped in one fist as he stroked himself slowly, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the swollen head, eyes glued to Jason's exposed hole—watching it clench and flutter around Mike's relentless pounding, the pink rim stretched taut and glistening.
Pre-cum beaded at the freshman's tip, dripping in thick drops onto the floor as he edged closer, breath coming in ragged pants, his inexperience making his hand tremble with anticipation. Jason's mind spun in a whirlwind of chaos—shame burning through him at how his body betrayed every ounce of his pride, his cock leaking profusely now, forming a small pool beneath his belly; mixed with a raw, exposing vulnerability that left him gasping, chest heaving against the pressure of Tyler's thighs.
He was the star quarterback, the one they idolized on the field, barking orders and leading charges, but now he was stripped bare, just a set of holes for them to dump their frustrations into, and the thought sent an electric shiver racing down his spine, tightening his balls even as fresh sobs bubbled up.
Coach Miller's voice sliced through the cacophony of grunts, wet slaps of flesh, and Jason's muffled whimpers like a whip crack, louder now, booming off the dented metal lockers and reverberating in Jason's skull.
'Harder, boys! Don't hold back on this fuck-up. Make him feel every goddamn inch of what he cost us out there.'