Joe stumbled into the clubhouse, and stood awkwardly shaking in front of the
players. He scanned the room quickly. The AAA athletes were scattered about
the room, drinking beer and bullshitting. Most of them were naked, or still
in their jockstraps. The room smelled of man sweat and beer, heady and
musty. The sudden silence in the room was deafening. All eyes sized him up,
paying particular note to the very obvious tent in his shorts. As they
scratched idly at their pubes, Joe hung his head. Facing the ballplayers was
just too humiliating.
"Gentlemen," Chris paused and grabbed Joe's shorts tight from the rear. "I
believe I've won out little wager!" The tugging on Joe's shorts pulled the
flimsy mesh fabric even tighter around Joe's shorts, further enhancing his
obvious boner. With his grip tight, he pushed him closer to the men. "I
think our little ball boy likes what he sees..."
"Dammit!" groaned one of the younger players. "I told you he was a fuckn'
queer." His words stung Joe.
"Tell them you like what you see ball boy." Chris leaned in to Joe's ear and
grunted, then pushed his knuckles deep into Joe's ass crack. "Go on... tell
them how their naked bodies turn you on..."
"I like what I see...sir." Joe mumbled to the floor, barely above a whisper.
His boner continued to rage. He clenched the bats tightly in his arms and
bit his bottom lip. Chris released his grip from the rear of Joe's shorts,
reached around the front and tugged the material up quickly, exposing Joe's
drooling hardon. The eyes of the young athletes widened as Joe's cock
throbbed. As their eyes bounced from Joe's boner to the tortured expression
on his face, their own cocks began to twitch involuntarily.
"I think they can see that ball boy..." Chris yanked on his shorts, forcing
Joe's raging cock to dance up and down obscenely. The blatant act broke
whatever tension there was in the locker room. Joe listened as they chuckled
at his embarrassment. "Real athletes know a cocksucker when they see one,
don't you guys?"
There was a collective "hell yeah!" in the clubhouse. Joe looked up at the
AAA ballplayers and attempted an expression of relaxed amusement, but
instead - his eyes revealed fear, shame. All eyes were on Joe. As he scanned
their faces, Joe recognized the collective lust, the kind of hunger that
overtakes athletes after a hard workout and a few beers. The adrenaline
drive alone had pumped them up so much, that the absurdity of the situation
had separated them from right and wrong. To them, Joe was an easy target,
and Chris was offering him up for their use, their abuse. The offer was just
too kinky, too perverse to turn down. They were beyond rationale - their
lust over the very suggestion of what was about to happen, had overtaken
them. Joe watched in dismay as they mindlessly tugged on their steadily
growing cocks. Their hard, steely stares revealed a primal, frat-like,
animal instinct. Joe could feel the danger, the demand in their hunger.
Chris gave Joe a forceful shove, causing him to lose balance and fall to his
knees. The bats rolled from his grip and went sliding around the clubhouse
floor. His attempts to stand were cut short. Before he could move, Chris had
both hands firmly planted on his shoulders, holding him down on his knees.
"Now gentlemen," Chris spoke as a coach, a leader, as the ballplayers
mentally licked their lips. "Our ball boy here is going to hold up my part
of the bet." Reaching up, he grabbed Joe's jaw and cupped it in his palm.
With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed Joe's lips, forcing his painted
lips into a twisted kiss like gesture. "Look at these purty lips - just
waiting for you..." Joe laughed aloud. "C'mon guys - don't be shy...gather
round."
The minor league players moved from their benches and drew a semi circle
around Joe. Their wide eyes and steadily growing fat cocks revealed their
heated desire to fuck the college kid's mouth. As Chris held him down
firmly, Joe began to quiver. He was being offered up like a whore to these
guys and there was nothing he could do about it. Chris continued to force
Joe's painted lips into a kissing motion as the players stared down at him
and listened to Chris's hypnotic, lewd suggestions.
"This queer piece of shit love's the taste of ballplayer dick..." He yanked
Joe's head up and forced him to stare into the eyes of the horny men above
him. "Dontcha?"
"Yes sir" Joe groaned.
"Yes sir what?"
"I love the taste of ballplayer dick, sir." Joe's voice cracked. His throat
was dry. All sense of honor and dignity disappeared. The minor league
players gave each other inhibited, but victorious glances. The college kid's
admission was all the invitation they needed. One, by one, they began to
kneed their semi hard cocks.
"Now tell me what you want to do for my friends here ball boy." Chris
grinned; his control over the kid was a source of great amusement for him.
"I want to suck their cocks sir." he mumbled. Joe watched helplessly as the
minor leaguers closed their circle around him tightly. They mindlessly
tugged their cocks, slowly stroking. The bet had taken on a life of its own,
and each of them was now more than ready to have their knob polished by the
helpless college kid. Before Joe knew what was happening, 6 raging, hard
boners surrounded him. He could hear their breathing, heavy and irregular.
He could smell their crotch sweat. Joe's head spun as he stared at the
carnival of cock. 6 glistening, angry prick-eyes were aimed at him from
every direction. Joe's eyes darted back and forth, mentally cataloguing the
meat feast in front of him. Part of him was drowning in shame, but his
desire was reigning rule. He unconsciously licked his lips as he marveled at
the beads of precum that were beginning to drool all around him.
The sexual tension in the clubhouse was reaching a fever pitch. The AAA
players were ready for their kill.
"Who's first?" Chris challenged.
"Lemme at him." barked Clark, a southpaw from Minnesota. Joe stared up at
the lean, fair skinned ballplayer. Stemming from a thick forest of
strawberry blonde pubes, his cock was easily 9 inches long. "I'll give the
pussy some dick." The others cheered him on as he stepped forward and aimed
his dick at Joe's mouth. "C'mon queer." He jabbed Joe's lips with his slimy
cockhead. "Suck my fucking dick!" Joe stared at the fat slab of meat in
front of him and surrendered to his own lust. He opened his mouth and
swallowed the cock. As the other players drew closer to watch the beginning
of Joe's humiliation, Chris grabbed Brian's hand and placed it behind Joe's
head and encouraged him to push from behind. The assault on Joe's mouth had
begun in earnest. Chris stood back and watched the young players have their
way with his new toy. He smiled in accomplishment and let out a low chuckle.
His work was done. He walked past the new fraternity of pent-up cum and
retreated to the trainer's office. There were other, more important things
to do.
Clark jammed his cock deep into Joe's throat over and over while his
teammates jacked their cock's inches away from the teen's face. Together
they grunted their encouragement - "Yeah suck it you fuckin homo!" "Eat that
dick! Eat that dick!" They chanted as they watched in wide-eyed amazement
while Joe swallowed Clark's humoungous cock like a pro. Clark grabbed Joe's
ears and began ramming his fuckstick in earnest - He could feel the seed in
his nutsack begin to churn and wanted the cocksucker to work harder. "You
want my fuckn babymakers faggot???" he grunted.
Joe made a feeble attempt to nod only to feel Clark's cock lodge even deeper
down his throat. Brian shoved the helpless teen tight to his buddy's crotch
- pushing his nose deep into the musk of his thick pubic mane. "Yeah take it
all faggot!" Clark groaned, feeling his head lodge deep into Joe's throat.
Joe's head trembled; tears began to well in his eyes. And then it happened.
Joe could barely feel the first torrent of cum exploding down his throat. He
felt Clark's whole body tremble. He could feel his tormentor's knees buckle
and felt the muscles of his cock flex in his mouth.
"OH FUCK!" Clark groaned "I'm fucking feeding the cocksucker my cum!" Joe
began to feel his mouth fill with Clark's nut milk. He couldn't really taste
it, but he could feel it occupy every vacant crevice in his mouth. Joe
gagged reflexively, and attempted to swallow the flood of cum. "Take it all
QUEER!" growled Brian, pressing Joe tight against Clark's crotch. The other
players stared in amazement, in lust, as Joe's Adam's apple bobbed up and
down in machine like movement.
"Holy fuck!" Clark moaned as his upper body shook and his chest muscles
heaved. "This piece of queershit has one hot fucking mouth!" He looked
around at his teammates and grinned. They patted him fraternally on the
shoulders as he withdrew his engorged cock. The retreat made an obscene
"plop" sound. Cum drooled liberally from Joe's mouth. "Check it out
Jose'...fuckn rape his mouth - it's wild!" Clark took a step backward,
grabbed the elbow of his teammate and guided him into position.
Jose', the youngest of the bunch, was by no means the smallest. His body was
a perfectly chiseled mass of muscles. Pure, 100% beef. He hailed from Cuba,
and while his English was limited - his body language was universal. He
stood inches away from Joe, his massive legs spread wide, anchoring him.
With his thumb and index finger, he waved his fat, 8-inch cock teasingly at
Joe. Jose' had no words for the queerboy beneath him - there was no need for
conversation. He began to pistol whip Joe in the face - smearing his precum
lewdly all over Joe's face. Joe instinctively opened his mouth and waited.
The other players jerked their cocks wildly as they watched the silent giant
humiliate the young college homo. Joe stared up at Jose's massive pecs and
then felt his thick manshaft slide into his mouth.
Clark relieved Brian's duties from behind Joe. With his palm now resting on
the back of Joe's head, he leaned over and whispered in his ear... "We're
just getting warmed up faggot...I hope you're nice n thirsty..." With that,
Clark shoved Joe's mouth hard and deep onto Jose's cock, the action causing
Joe to choke. The minor leaguers all laughed loudly at the sound of him
gasping for air. Jose's eyes open wide as he stared down at Joe. They were
filled with angry lust and contempt. He began to thrust his prickmeat
rhythmically in and out, in and out of Joe's mouth. He shut his eyes and let
his mind believe that Joe was a sexy, dark skinned Cuban woman. He was
fucking Joe's mouth, but in his head, he was far, far away - planting his
cock in a tight, warm pussy. He rocked his thick meat back and forth,
ignoring the envious eyes of all those around him.
Unlike Clark, Jose' took his time. He hadn't shot a load in 2 or 3 days and
was more than happy to take full advantage of Joe. The other players jerked
wildly as they watched him pump unforgivingly. Joe just sucked and sucked.
It was the only thing he could do. The oral assailing went on and on, Jose'
never changing his rhythm, never slowing. Each thrust punched deep into
Joe's throat. Each thrust brought the players around him closer and closer
to their own orgasm. The sexual display had all witnesses breathing hard.
Saliva and precum drained regularly from Joe's mouth.
Suddenly, Jose' picked up his pace. His thrusts now had anger and purpose.
All eyes opened wider as they watched Jose' clamp around Joe's ears. Joe
stared at Jose's dark-skinned, hairy, balls and amazed at how tightly they
were drawing up around the shaft. He knew Jose' was close.
"ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Jose' grunted, followed by a string of foreign words
that Joe could not recall from high school Spanish. Then it came: a volcanic
eruption of Cuban manspew that instantly flooded and overpowered Joe's
mouth. As Jose's massive body shook, his fresh batch spilled obscenely from
the corners of Joe's mouth. Joe swallowed as much as he could, but the
attempt was futile. Jose' had easily deposited what seemed like a full pint
of cum in his mouth. A torrent of white pearl jam had gushed from his mouth
onto his chest, oozing slowly down into his bush. A silence fell upon the
other players as they gazed in amazement at the power and intensity of
Jose's climax.
"Home Run Amigo...Damn...!" grunted Jason as he patted Jose' playfully on
the ass. Jose' pulled his slime covered cock from Joe's mouth and shook the
excess sex juice all over the college kid's face. He stared down at Joe. The
expression was filled with disgust, with confusion, with satisfaction. The
exchange filled Joe with shame, but as he let his eyes drop from Jose's eyes
back down to his cock, he admitted silently to himself that he wanted more
of Jose's cock. He would do it all over again. Anywhere, anytime.
Before Joe could even ponder the opportunity of Jose's cock another second;
Jason has stepped in place in front of him. The center fielder from Virginia
was big - everywhere. Standing over 6'3", he towered over most of his
teammates. With his hands on his hips, and his thick 8 1/2" cock waving back
and forth in front of Joe's face, he grinned through his dark brown goatee.
"Batter up queerboy.." he teased. Joe leaned forward with his tongue
wagging, only to Have Jason pull back. Joe looked up at him. Jason was
enjoying this. "You want it faggot?"
"Yes." Joe surrendered.
"Tell me how bad..." Jason enjoyed his newfound power. 3rd in line for the
cocksucker - he wanted to have some fun.
"Real bad. Real bad." Joe's voice had a tremble - he struggled to block
himself from hearing his own words. The truth, however, is that he did want
it. He stared at Jason's cock wagging in front of him and all he could think
of was wrapping his lips around it. He did want it bad.
"Do anything for it???" Jason stared down at the college kid, covered in
cum; lipstick smeared lewdly all over his mouth.
"Yes." Joe pleaded. "Anything."
"Tell my buddies here that you live for my cock..." He grabbed his cock by
the base and placed the tip on Joe's nose.
"I live for your cock." Joe stared cross-eyed at the fat piece of manslab
resting on his nose.
"And you want my babies in your belly - don't you?" He rubbed his cock up
and down on Joe's nose.
"Yes. I want your babies in my belly."
"Kiss it faggot" Jason purred. Joe eased forward to kiss Jason's piss slit.
Jason once again, pulled it back.
"Say please."
"Please let me kiss your cock." Joe was now so hungry for Jason's dick; he
was oblivious to the chuckling from all sides. The other players were
enjoying his suffering.
"Good boy" Jason spoke condescendingly. He leaned forward and placed his
dick tip on Joe's cum/lipstick coated lips. "There. Kiss it. Kiss it like
you mean it." So Joe kissed. He kissed like a teenager kissing for the very
first time - with passion, with desire, with tender eagerness. His kiss was
to last but a second however. Before long, Jason's cock was deeply launched
into his throat. The cocksucking session had begun in earnest.
"Suck it queer... Suck it queer... Suck it queer... Suck it queer..."
chanted Jason over and over as Joe worked feverishly on the ballplayer's
cock. Unlike Jose's rhythmic thrusts, Jason paused periodically, withdrawing
his cock and commanding Joe to lick his balls. "Check it out guys..." He'd
gloat, "He really is a ball boy!" The others chortled as the watched Joe lap
hungrily at Jason's nuts.
"Fucking fag's licking my sweaty nuts..." he boasted, more for himself that
the others. Jason liked the sudden power he had over the kid. He jerked on
his cock as he inspected Joe worshipping his balls. The sight was just too
much for him. The gentle tongue strokes on his sack were driving his cum
motor into high gear. His fist clamped tightly around his prick, he pushed
Joe's head away from his crotch and held it firmly in one hand as he gave
his cock one last jerk. Joe had no time to react when the first sticky white
rope arced onto his face. It was followed by a second. Then a third. Joe's
face and hair was quickly coated with the ballplayer's cum. The other
players groaned in amused approval as they watched their buddy give the
cocksucker a sperm facial. Jason's body jerked back, his six pack abs
rippled like waves as the last blast shot squarely into Joe's eye. His eye
began to sting instantly and he reached up to wipe it clear.
"Fucking queer..." Jason slapped Joe's hand down. "I've fucking tagged you.
Now wear it." Jason stepped back and motioned for Roger to take his
position. "Your turn buddy - I warmed him up good for ya..."
Roger wasted no time. Back in Texas, he had plenty of queers hungry for his
dick - this scene wasn't much different than the gangbangs he and his
teammates at home had played out with the town faggots in the woods. He
lumbered into place and without missing a step, grabbed Joe by the back of
the head and instantly impaled him. He pushed his fat, bulbous head far back
into Joe's mouth until he felt the familiar throat muscles clamp around the
crown and sighed. "Yeah. Nice. Just like that...Fucking throat me pussy."
Joe looked up and attempted a plea for sympathy with his one good eye. The
brawny Texan would have none of it. He loved the feeling of a throat
stretched tight around his knob. Joe struggled for air through the cum
blocking his nostrils. Fear enveloped him. He couldn't breath! His face
began to turn red. Precious seconds ticked away as Rogers hands shook and
then, without warning, Joe felt the warm spew sliding down his throat like
maple syrup. He couldn't breath. He couldn't swallow. He began to see white
spots. Joe's body began to shake. He was convulsing.
"Yeah..." Roger growled. He had thrust his cock deep into Joe's throat only
once. The tight clamp and flex of the cocksucker's esophagus was just what
he needed to pop his nut. His teammates stared in amazement. As he pulled
out his cock, Joe began to gasp for air, choking and spitting. He doubled
over, his face near the floor. Roger stared down in amusement. The sight was
familiar to him. He knew that cum had been safely planted deep down into the
queer's throat. Roger took his foot and jammed it on top of Joe's head,
mashing his face into the rough carpet below. "That's where you belong
faggot..."
BJ and Mark stood on both sides of Joe. The last of the 6 players eyed each
other as they watched Roger grinding the kid into the carpet. Without
uttering a word, they read each other's minds. Mark reached down and yanked
Joe by the hair back to his kneeling position. He and BJ closed in on the
kid, aiming their cocks at his face simultaneously. Joe had no strength to
resist. He had barely caught his breath before both players began to jab
both their pricks into his mouth.
"That enough dick for ya queerboy?" Mark chortled. He and BJ high fived each
other as their cocks slid into Joe's mouth and stretched his lips out
widely. The invasion from both sides was more than he could handle, but
neither BJ or Mark would give up so easily. Together the rocked back and
forth in synchronized harmony - Mark pushing in while BJ was pulling out and
vice-versa. They worked like true teammates on Joe's mouth.
"Yeah! Fucking tag team him!!" Boomed Jason as he watched his teammates rape
Joe's mouth simultaneously. The other players cheered them on as they fucked
the teen's face. The sight was so lewd, so obscene, it brought most of them
back to full erection. Together, the ballplayers all jacked their dicks as
they assailed Joe with verbal abuse and rooted BJ and Mark on.
"Oh man..." Clark pulled his cock from Joe's mouth and yanked it furiously.
BJ stared at the stream of manmilk that shot from Clark's raging prick. The
spew planted squarely on Joe's nose and cheek and slid down like candle wax
onto his lips where BJ's cock was still squarely planted.
The sight was enough to dislodge his own hefty load down Joe's throat.
"Fucking faggot - drink my goddamn cum!" BJ growled. Both men shook
involuntarily after their mutual orgasms.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" moaned Brian as he unleashed a second load of cum on
Joe's back. As Clark forced Joe to lick his dick clean, Jose' silently
dumped another dose of Cuban sperm on the teen's head.
As Joe knelt on the floor, dripping in AAA sperm, the clubhouse was silent
except for the heavy breathing of the ballplayers. Roger stepped forward and
grabbed Joe by hair.
"We haven't seen the last of you cocksucker." He grinned and then walked
back over to the cooler of beer. He tossed each of his teammates another
cold beer and Joe listened to the sounds of can tops popping. "Get the fuck
out of here. This room is for ballplayers only you faggot." Roger boomed.
Joe stood, weak on his legs. His knees were sore and his steps were shaky.
He walked from the clubhouse in the direction of the trainer's room.
"Hey ball boy..." BJ stopped him in his tracks. "Aren't you forgetting the
real bats?" The ballplayers all had a hearty laugh. They sat bareassed,
swilled their beers and watched as the degraded college kid, covered in
their cum, scrambled to retrieve the wooden bats around the clubhouse. The
ballplayers air punched each other's fists as he submitted himself even
further.
As Joe scrambled to get away from his tormentors, they shouted insults,
abusing him even further. He heard the laughter of true men, teammates, as
he sheepishly retreated to the equipment room. His mind whirled. He was
nauseous. Joe was not prepared for any of this. He didn't understand why it
was happening. He wished he could somehow rewind the clock, undo this
bizarre mess he had gotten himself into.
