Erotic short. A cheerleader loans out his favourite toy to the football players.
3k, rated E, trans M/many cis M. Continuing on from Stuck.
A cheerleader trains up another student to be a good fucktoy, and shares him out to local football players — featuring D/s, multiple orgasms, mild bimboification vibes, training, multiple penetration, degradation, objectification, anal, vaginal, and oral, big penetrations.
Theoretically, Colin came to college to study literature — he’s an English major, and his plans for after finishing college had been to do another course in library science, so he could work as a university librarian and liaise with an English department at the same time as writing further theses, essays, analysis. He’d had a twelve-point plan and everything, had known exactly how he was going to progress, what his fallbacks were at each point if anything took too long or didn’t proceed as he expected.
Alongside his studies, he was meant to be working on other stuff — do some of the library programs, write up essays and pitch relevant magazines and reviews, the college paper.
Most of that’s been forgotten, now — as soon as he finishes studying and his essays for the week, all his free time goes to Adam, and he doesn’t even know if he’ll be a librarian now.
“What do you want to go after college?” asks Randy, one of the big football players, of Colin on his knees — he’s weirdly casual about it, the whole thing weirdly casual, and Adam doesn’t give Colin chance to answer the question. He tightens the grip he has in Colin’s hair and holds Randy’s cock steady with the other hand, sinking Colin down onto it and fuck, fuck, what is with all these footballers being such superlatively big guys, and having such superlatively big cocks?
He’s had a lot of training the past few weeks, and that’s why he doesn’t choke right off the bat — Randy’s cock slides huge and fat over his tongue as a heavy weight, and Colin sucks on it as it sinks in deeper, all the way into his mouth until Colin’s nose is buried in the wiry nest of Randy’s neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Fuuuuck,” groans Randy, rocking his hips up and into him, and that makes Colin let out a squeaking little noise, choked and muffled by Randy’s fat dick filling his mouth all the way up. Randy is breathing hard, his mouth open as he stares down awed at the way that Colin’s throat has opened up to him, the whole thing huge and feeling like it should be bulging out his neck. “Shit, he’s better at sucking dick than a fucking girl.”
“This is what he’s going to do after college,” says Adam, and it makes Colin’s cunt clench around air and his ass clench around the plug Adam worked into it this afternoon before they’d come out; it makes him swallow too, and the gulp makes Randy groan and fuck forward again, hard enough that Colin chokes. Randy freezes, leaning back slightly, and Adam lets out a little scoffing sound and starts to move Colin by the grip he has in his hair, moving him up and down on Randy’s cock. “Don’t worry about hurting him, Randy. The whole point of this is training him up — that way he’ll be perfect by the time I take him home for the summer.”
“For the summer?” Randy repeats weakly, sweat beading and shining on his reddening face, but he does what Adam says, starts to rock his hips forward shyly, carefully. The regular push of his cockhead against the back of Colin’s throat makes his head spin as he tries to regulate his breathing, to take in the air he needs through his nose between his thrusts, and he’s rocking a tiny bit himself, wishing he had something to spread his pussy open as much as his lips are open right now, Randy’s huge balls nudging against his chin and making wet noises in the saliva wetting his lower lip.
His arms are cuffed behind his back to keep him from stroking himself off, and his cock is just bobbing there in the air with nothing to grind it against, nothing to put pressure on it.
“My family’s got a house out in Long Island, I spend my summers there when it’s too hot at home,” says Adam, “in between cheerleading meets. Colin’s coming along as my personal fucktoy — for me, and to share with my friends.”
“Holy fuck,” whimpers Randy, because Adam talking so casually about it, with such easy ownership and possession of him, makes Colin shudder. He bobs his head faster, sliding his tongue under the base of Randy’s cock as it throbs in his mouth, as Randy speeds up thrusting into him so that he really is fucking Colin’s face now, his balls slapping against Colin’s chin.
“He’s good, right?” asks Adam in that cool, easy way of his, drawling every word. He’s got an intent look on his face, not even glancing at Randy as he keeps his focus on Colin, so that Colin can see how his eyelids have come down slightly like he’s a satisfied cat. “If he’s really good, and keeps me interested, I might just take him home to Texas with me.”
Randy comes, and Colin swallows around him as best he can as it fucking shoots out of him, wet and slick over his tongue and down his throat, wet as Hell over his lips.
When Adam pulls his head back, Colin coughs slightly, looking up at Adam with slightly wet eyes, and Adam wipes off Colin’s mouth before he runs the same damp cloth over Randy’s prick. Colin is still amazed by how easily Adam tells the footballers and a lot of the other frat guys what to do, how much they just fucking do what he says.
When this had all started a few months back, Colin had been stuck behind one of the sofas in his apartment and his roommates had come back with Adam in tow, ready for a party — after Jack and Caleb had fucked one of his holes each, Adam had taken his turn and called the frat to bring the party to their place instead.
Colin didn’t know how many guys had shoved their cocks in him last night, leaving him stuck with his ass and his pussy in the air as dick after dick had split him open and left come dripping out of him, coming again and again, more times than he’d ever come in one night, maybe even his whole fucking life.
Adam had led all of them through it, had said, “You next,” and “No, Lemont, take his ass, you deserve a tighter fit,” and “Let’s make him come again before you take your turn, Mike, he’s getting too loose.”
That night, after he’d been fucked by twenty or thirty guys, Adam had easily lifted Colin up and carried him to the bathroom as easily as he carried any and all of the cheerleaders in their routine, had hosed him down and hosed him off, dried him, put him to bed.
Colin remembered how exhausted he’d been in the aftermath, how Adam had eased him down onto his knees and then slowly fed his cock into Colin’s mouth. He’d moaned so softly, had been so hypnotizingly beautiful as he’d pulled Colin up and down on his prick just as he was fucking him down on Randy’s a minute ago, and as he’d used Colin’s mouth he’d mused out loud how he’d been looking for a boy to spend his time and money on, how he hadn’t realized he could pick one from his classmates rather than having to look through some of the local whores for a suitable candidate.
The following afternoon, Jack and Caleb had let Adam back in, and Colin had nervously stood there with his dick hard and his pussy wet as Adam had gone through his wardrobe for the most flattering outfit — a set of black skinny jeans and a silk shirt Colin had never actually been confident enough to wear outside of the apartment — and dressed him in, then taken Colin with him to another party.
He’d been spitroasted between Adam and one of the other male cheerleaders, and he’d come so hard he thought he’d go blind.
Ever since then, it’s been night after night of the same fucking ecstasy, used as a toy in a way that sets his blood on fire and makes his brain turn to mush in the best of fucking ways.
Randy’s sweet and shy, hasn’t had much experience fucking a man, let alone fucking one who’s being used as a toy, and now as he tucks his prick back into his pants he looks flustered and self-conscious, but Adam still doesn’t so much as spare him a look as he gets to his feet.
Colin looks up at him from his place on the floor, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest — he’s vers, really, and normally tends towards topping, but there’s something about Adam’s confident demeanour and the sheer power he radiates that makes Colin’s stomach do flips, that just makes him want to drop to his knees, and that’s for the best anyway when Adam barely lets him off them.
His pussy is aching with how open it is, how desperate he is for a cock in him, and he wonders if his actual brain is being rewired by how much he’s being fucked recently. He’s definitely waking up hornier every morning, is coming so much more, feels like he needs to come more times to be actually satisfied.
Colin doesn’t know if he’s gonna come out of college with his degree, if he’s even going to come out with much of a brain — it makes his blood hot to consider that maybe he doesn’t even need one. Maybe Adam will just keep him on, keep passing him around, keep using him and playing with him and sharing him out to his friends, and Adam will do all the thinking.
Why would Colin want to spend all day counting numbers and walking up and down stacks and thinking hard about books he has to concentrate on, when all he has to think about now is where the next cock is coming from, and how best to please it?
“Fuck yes, here he is,” says DJ as he comes in, and that’s all the warning Colin gets before he’s lifted clean off the ground and thrown over one of DJ’s broad, heavy-packed shoulders. He’s so strong holding Colin in place that he doesn’t waver or wobble, keeps his knees spread a bit with a solid centre of gravity.
“Shit, he’s wet,” says Jayce — DJ and Jayce are in the next frat over from Adam’s, and they’re nice guys, sometimes help out with the cheerleaders when they want one of the footballers to be involved. They’re good dancers, they have nice smiles — they tend to fuck in tandem.
“Fuck,” Colin whines as Jayce pushes one of his hands between his legs, pressing his thighs slightly apart — he feels completely vulnerable like this, suspended in the air with DJ holding him up like this, not being able to see what anyone’s doing. Adam crosses the room, and Colin watches, his lips parted and soft moans coming out of his throat as he picks up a dildo, one of the short, thick ones that’s got studded texturing around the base. His cunt clenches around air, and he shivers. “Please,” he whines, and Adam laughs softly as he comes back around.
“He says please, Jayce,” Adam murmurs as Jayce slides two fingers under Colin’s aching, throbbing cock, swiping through the wetness of his cunt.
“Man, he’s gonna leave a snail trail on your shoulder,” Jayce says, and DJ laughs, reaching up with a spare hand and slapping Colin on the ass, making a loud slap and making Colin jump. A sharp yelp ekes out of him, and Jayce makes a low sound. “Fuck, that made him jiggle like crazy.”
They talk over his head as DJ ducks his head and rolls Colin off his shoulders, holding Colin straight on his back and underneath the swell of DJ’s pecks under his tight shirt, his legs falling open. Jayce smacks his palm hard against the open spread of his cunt and Colin lets out a cry at the sudden searing pain, his knees automatically coming up as he tries to block off access.
“Ah ah,” Adam scolds him lowly, gripping one of his knees under the joint, and DJ’s so fucking strong he can hold Colin’s body up at waist height with one arm and use the other hand to keep his other leg spread. “Give him a few more hits, Jayce.”
“No, no, please — ” Colin whines, and Jayce laughs as he smacks his cunt again, the blow making his dick jump and wobble, throbbing pain going right through from base to tip and heat radiating out from his open pussy, the plug in his ass shoved into him a bit more at the same time. Jayce smacks him again and again, each slap making a slick noise and making his juices splash against his thigh, and when Jayce finally stops laying a flurry of blows against his cunt he grabs Colin’s cock and squeezes it hard.
Colin sobs with the sudden transition from layered pain to abrupt and overpowering pleasure, his hips shuddering and his thighs quaking.
“You want this dildo in you?” Adam asks mildly, raising his eyebrows, and Colin nods immediately, his body feeling flushed and red all over, tears streaking his cheeks even though he hadn’t even realized he was crying. “Yeah? You want to get fucked?”
“Please,” Colin begs, looking from Adam to Jayce and DJ’s laughing faces, even to Randy who’s watching with a wondering expression on his face, his lips parted. “Please fuck me, please, please — ”
“You want this dick in you?” Adam presses him. “Where do you want it?”
“My pussy,” Colin answers immediately. “My pussy, please, please, I want it so badly, I just want it in me, I want to be fucked — ”
“Yeah?” Jayce asks, raising his eyebrows, and he slips two of his fingers into Colin’s open cunt and swipes slowly around the edges of the hole, where the flesh is still hot from the spanking, still burning, and he’s twitching, clenching, desperate to feel himself spread wide and to have the aching hunger in him satisfied. “You want it in here, pretty boy?”
“Please — ”
In one blindingly fast movement, Adam tugs the buttplug free of his asshole and slams the thick dildo into it instead.
Colin screams at the sudden stretch, trying to arch and struggle and get away, but DJ grips him tight around the middle with both hands and stops him from getting anywhere. His asshole burns but only a bit at the force of the stretch, lube covering the silicon cock and more wetness dripping down from his open cunt, and Adam laughs as he works the dildo further into him, thrusting it back and forth in him by a few inches each time.
“Drop him a little, D,” says Jayce, and Colin sobs as he keeps trying to struggle away, kicking his legs as DJ lowers him —
And Jayce must have been undoing his pants while he was distracted, because he suddenly sinks his hard dick all the way into Colin’s cunt, and there’s so much pleasure and so much pain in the moment that Colin honest-to-fuck feels like he’ll die from the orgasm that crashes over him.
His vision actually goes dark for a second before he closes his eyes tight shut, his whole body throbbing and going tight as a bowstring, hoarse whines coming out of him as Jayce begins to mercilessly pound into his cunt, DJ pushing him up so that Jayce can hold Colin against his chest and drop him down onto his dick, his cock rubbing against the dildo spreading Colin’s ass wide.
He feels so full it’s driving him crazy, Jayce bouncing him on his cock like he’s nothing more than a fleshlite, and Adam says mildly, “Go on, DJ, you have a turn too,” and tugs the dildo free.
Colin actually feels the little pop of his ring as the silicon cock slides out of him, the tight muscle forced to gape for a second at the sheer wide spread it’s been committed to even before DJ gets in behind him and lines himself up. When Jayce drops Colin’s weight down, he’s pierced on two cocks instead of one, and his overstimulated pussy can barely take it when he’s so tight from having just come so fucking hard, the aftershocks still shuddering through him and making his head spin.
Adam catches him in a kiss, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach when DJ and Jayce are both a head taller than him, and Colin tries so hard to make it good, to make it a nice kiss and not too wet or too sloppy. He’s exhausted already even though it’s still so early in the evening, and he can already feel his mind rising out of his body a bit, can feel himself kind of ascending to that purely pleasured place that Adam gets him to so easily, where he just ends up hypnotized by it all, his mind a blank slate.
“Adam,” says Randy quietly, “could I fuck his mouth again?”
Colin moans softly against Adam’s mouth as the other man pulls away.
“Oh, Randy, I don’t think that’s fair,” he says. “Jayce can fuck his throat, he’s had Colin’s cunt before — let’s get you sat down, and we’ll put him on top of you instead.”
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