Chapter 60 GANGBANGED BY MY TEAM PART 3
His cruel grin stretched wide, teeth flashing in the harsh fluorescent light, as he loomed over the scene, his broad shoulders and barrel chest casting a long shadow across Jason's sweat-slicked back, making the quarterback feel even smaller, more insignificant.
The coach's massive hand wrapped around his own thick cock, pumping it with deliberate slowness, veins bulging along the length like twisted ropes, pre-cum oozing from the slit in pearly beads that he smeared down the shaft with his thumb. He savored this power—the absolute control, the way Jason's cocky, swaggering facade had shattered into whimpering submission under his iron command, the star player reduced to a quivering toy for the team's amusement.
'Pound that ass until he begs for mercy. Show him exactly who's in charge here—no more stars, just a cum-hungry bitch.'
The players obeyed without hesitation, their aggression spiking like a adrenaline-fueled surge, the locker room air thickening with the musk of sweat and arousal. Mike growled low in his throat, a feral sound that vibrated through his chest into Jason's back, and he slammed in even deeper, adjusting his angle to grind against Jason's prostate with punishing precision, his heavy balls slapping Jason's ass cheeks with bruising force that left red welts blooming on the pale skin.
'You hear that, slut? Coach says fuck you raw—gonna ruin this hole for good,' Mike spat, his free hand coming down in a sharp smack on Jason's flank, the sting blooming hot and immediate.
Jason's body jerked forward violently with each thrust, his mouth popping off Tyler's cock for a split second with a gasp before the lean player shoved it back in, fingers tangling in Jason's hair to hold him steady. The dual invasion overwhelmed him completely—his ass filled to bursting, walls clenching spasmodically around Mike's girth as it withdrew and plunged back in; his throat stuffed full, Tyler's slender shaft bumping the back of his mouth, cutting off his air in choking bursts that made his lungs burn and his head spin. Pain radiated from his hole in sharp, unrelenting waves, the friction raw and tearing, but beneath it all, pleasure coiled tighter in his belly like a spring wound to breaking, making his toes curl against the tile and his hips buck back involuntarily, seeking more despite the agony.
Jason moaned brokenly around Tyler's dick, the sound muffled and wet, vibrating through the shaft and drawing a hiss from the lean player who responded by fucking his face faster, hips snapping in short jabs.
'Mmmph... fuck... please...' His voice cracked on the plea, barely audible through the obstruction, emotions crashing over him in relentless waves—humiliation at his total submission, the way he'd gone from team leader to team fucktoy in the span of an hour; a twisted gratitude for the brutal release it offered, absolving his on-field failures through this physical penance; the raw exposure of his desires laid bare, no hiding behind bravado now.
Pleasure and pain blurred into an indistinguishable haze, his body surrendering fully to the brutal rhythm that shook him to his core. He arched his back instinctively, pushing his ass higher to meet Mike's thrusts, the motion grinding his leaking cock harder against the floor, friction sending sparks up his spine. Drool escaped the corners of his stretched lips, mixing with tears on his chin in a sloppy mess that Tyler smeared across Jason's face with his thumb, laughing breathlessly.
'Look at you, QB—crying like a little whore. Bet you love this shit.'
The rotation didn't stop; as Mike's pace faltered, his breaths coming in harsh pants, he pulled out with a obscene squelch, leaving Jason's hole gaping and twitching, a dribble of pre-cum leaking out to trail down his crack. The freshman lunged forward eagerly, his fat cock—easily as thick as Jason's wrist—pressing against the loosened entrance before shoving in with a grunt, the stretch reigniting the burn tenfold as it bottomed out, the heavy balls nestling against Jason's perineum.
'Holy shit, it's so tight,' the freshman gasped, voice high with awe and lust, his hands trembling as they gripped Jason's hips for leverage.
He thrust clumsily at first, too excited to find a rhythm, but soon settled into deep, grinding pumps that made Jason's insides shift, the fullness pressing on every nerve. Tyler came with a shudder above him, hot spurts of cum flooding Jason's mouth, forcing him to swallow convulsively around the pulsing shaft, the bitter taste coating his tongue as Tyler pulled out, smearing the last ropes across Jason's cheek like a mark of ownership.
Coach Miller stepped closer, his presence a looming threat, and grabbed Jason's chin roughly, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.
'Eyes on me, boy. Tell me how much you need this punishment.' Jason's lips parted, cum and spit bubbling at the edges, his voice hoarse and wrecked.
'I... I need it, Coach. Fuck me harder... make me pay.' The words spilled out in a rush, sealing his descent, and Coach laughed, deep and mocking, before signaling the next player to take his place.
The barbell dragged uniquely inside, scraping Jason's walls with each thrust, adding a metallic zing to the overload of sensations. The defensive end waited his turn, stroking his girthy length, while others jerked off nearby, their pre-cum splattering Jason's back in warm flecks.
Hours blurred in the dim locker room, the gangbang stretching on as they passed Jason around like a ragdoll—flipping positions, double-penetrating when Coach ordered it, one cock in his ass and another forcing its way alongside in his mouth. Bruises bloomed on his thighs, his ass a swollen, slick mess that clenched greedily around each new intruder.
Jason's own release built unbearably, untouched but teetering on the edge from the constant prostate abuse, until finally, with the running back buried deep and grinding, he shattered—cum spurting in thick ropes onto the tile beneath him, his cries echoing as waves of ecstasy ripped through the pain.
The team didn't stop, using his spasming hole through his orgasm, drawing it out until he sobbed from overstimulation. Coach knelt last, reclaiming his ass with slow, possessive thrusts, whispering degradations that sealed Jason's submission:
'You're ours now, starboy. Every practice, every loss— you'll bend over and take it.' Jason nodded weakly, body limp and spent, the humiliation complete but the dark satisfaction lingering like an afterglow.