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Subject: Straight Jock Boy Chronicles 10 love to hear from all of you. xoxo – jasper ps. don’t forget to donate to ess (previously…) “Don’t worry, Ford; Lt. Caslen wants to see you right away,” the assistant drill sergeant – though tough – had immediately taken a liking to Ryan, as did everyone else at the military academy. “The superintendent?” Ryan froze; a familiar feeling arose from the pit of his stomach. The blond cadet felt a heat boiling from inside him, a dark and overwhelming urge he thought he’d long left behind. His long toes dug into the locker room floor. “Yes, newbie. Right away. In his office.” (now…) Though Ryan Ford’s body was still tingling, trembling, waves of nervous anticipation and anxiousness were slowly dissipating. The butterflies in his stomach gone… mostly. Earlier that day, Lt. Caslen, the military academy superintendent, had summoned Ryan into his office: The new cadet had finally earned the privilege of his first [non-holiday] weekend pass after four months of intense academics and rigorous physical training. Ryan’s grandmother, who raised him by herself since he was five years old, was planning on visiting along with Ryan’s long-time girlfriend. Both were shocked to learn of Ryan’s sudden decision to transfer to a military academy just one day into his sophomore year. Neither had seen him in months; the girlfriend was studying abroad all summer and the grandmother still lived in the South. Imagine their faces hen Ryan informed each that he had decided to stay at the military academy over the winter holidays… Why Ryan would do this was baffling to them. They both were [eventually] supportive of his decisions, and the adored athlete’s intense dedication to his military and athletic training could only be commended and supported. Ryan’s only focus during these four months was his routine, and every night the jock boy turned cadet would collapse in a heap from mental and physical exhaustion. The academy’s slogan, “Every Cadet is an Athlete”, was no joke. Between rigorously-scheduled military training, classes, athletic and rugby practices, and lights out at midnight, Ryan desperately clung on to this structured routine as a salvation from the dark abyss of his addiction: his insatiable urges, masochistic cravings, and unspeakable depravity. The two other cadets in his barrack promised no privacy for Ryan, an inescapable fact the blond jock cadet mostly appreciated. In nights like this, however, holding his first leave request slip, Ryan’s body tingled and trembled at the possibilities lurking beyond these campus walls. He buried the leave request slip at the bottom of his desk drawer. Laying restless in bed with his roommates dead asleep, Ryan’s heart pounded faster and faster, his mind racing as he laid there in nothing but his briefs. Memories from the past summer were forever burned into the jock’s memory and psyche. Hours of tossing and turning later, Ryan pulled on his camel colored tank top, grey sweatpants, and slipped his size-13 feet into his old pair of flip flops. It was 04:00, and Ryan stealthily ambled his way to the shared bathroom down the hall. His cock was swollen and throbbing; his perfect jock boy pussy aching to be touched and… ruined. He had only jerked off once in the four months since his arrival at the military academy (also during the dead of night, when the unstoppable physical urges of a sexually-ripe teenage boy with a filthy mind full of memories overwhelmed any limits of his imposed self-control). All cadets masturbate some time, some where, of course, but when Ryan locked himself in the stall and clutched his rock-hard, eight-inch cock for the first time at the academy – his then two-month load boiling to erupt – his shaking, eager fingers found their way to the blond cadet’s long-neglected jock hole. The pent-up jock boy had to bite on his dog tags in order to prevent himself from screaming out obscenities as he felt the satisfying pain of penetration. Feeling his own tightness and hot, wet hole with his middle finger for the first time since the summer, Ryan finally lost control. His rabid hunger took over as he got on his knees, spread his legs like he did in that filthy bathroom two months ago, and he impatiently shoved another finger deep inside his ass. He was tight, tight, tight, but quickly managed to insert three fingers inside himself with just spit and crazed hunger. He could only hear his blood boiling and his own animalistic panting and muffled whimpering in the dead silence of night; Ryan bit down on his dog tags and finger fucked himself – deep, hard and fast. Everything flashed back to him in that instant: his old college life as a star baseball jock, his coach, what he’d done that summer… the man who first paid him for his body… what Sam did to him… getting whored out all over town… the intoxicating stink of Pastor Rob’s feet… the Cuban cop who raped him in the back of a car… being blindfolded and collared… getting fucked by all those strangers… in the bar bathroom, on his knees, when he truly hit rock bottom… This night, in the dimly-lit bathroom, Ryan examined his reflection with both dread and excitement. The 19 year old’s athletic, all-American jock physique looked better than ever – his teenage body revealing even more definition and possessing a distinctively-military edge, particularly with his short, cropped haircut: His thick chest full and shoulders broad and sculpted, his muscled arms bigger than before, his abs so tight and lean that every single one was visible through his tank top. His fat jock ass – evident even in loose-fitting sweatpants – even thicker, rounder and juicier. His hairless pink hole… forever hungry… still ravenous. Finally, Ryan noticed his nipples – his long-neglected, sensitive nipples – were hard. Shaking and trembling with excitement, the blond jock eventually permitted himself to graze each thumb gently over each nipple, buffered only by the thin fabric of his tank top. “(Ughnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…!)” A deep, uncontrollable moan escaped Ryan’s throat as he instinctively spread his legs wider. The reflection in the mirror frightened him – a cherubic blond jock, his full and red lips agape, the revealingly-hard muscles on his body straining against fabrics, his raging cock tenting his sweats. His handsome, perfectly symmetrical face had matured a bit since the summer, still boyish but even more of a man. A jock. A cadet. His thumbs began circling each nipple and quickly found their ways underneath the tank top, skin to skin. “(Oh god… ughnnn… oh god…!)” Ryan buckled at the immediate pleasure he was giving himself as a small wet spot formed at the apex of his tented sweats. Ryan looked at himself, as his gentle teasing became harder and more hardcore, each thumb and index finger now pinching his swollen and sensitive nipples with zero hint of mercy or gentleness. “(OH GOD! UGHNN! OH GOD!!” Ryan whimpered, watching his angelic, symmetrical face contort with pleasure as he molested himself, feeling the pain and pleasure from the aggressive tugging of each nipple. The wet spot on his sweats grew as his panting and breathing became shallower and shallower, his long toes curled around the straps of his old leather flip flops as he spread his legs even wider. “(OH GOD! OH… UGHNN! UGHNN!! UGHNNN!)” Ryan’s whole body shook, a thin layer of sweat forming on his bare skin and staining his tank top. He needed it. He so desperately craved it. Abandoning one swollen and red nipple, the jock boy – his eyes glued to the crazed eyes of his own sweaty, perverted reflection – reached behind himself with his free hand. Ryan whimpered a high-pitched groan as he pinched his one nipple even harder while his hand worked its way down his sweaty lower back, roughly wedging the two beefy, thick mounds of ass muscle apart, his middle finger tracing the hot, steaming groove of his hairless ass crack until the tip of his trembling finger finally found his pulsating jock boy pussy, “(UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNN! OH GOD UGHNNNNNN!)” Ryan bit his lower lip as he felt electricity shoot from his teenage boy hole through his entire body, to his now red and puffy nipples to his fingertips and toes – Ryan felt drugged and high. As he penetrated his wet, quivering and very tight opening, memories of that night played back through Ryan’s feverish mind as the jock cadet rose on his tip toes, every muscle in his body taught tense and flexed. Memories of that night, visceral, pungent episodes interspersed with black outs, all came rushing back as Ryan’s middle finger fought its way inside his tight jock pussy. Ryan remembered the numbness of his bruised knees, the stinging of hands striking his ass, of hairy arms choking his neck, of hands and mouths tugging and chewing on his nipples, of the aching dryness of his balls after a fifth load was fucked out of him, of the fullness of his hole, the emptiness, the hot, wet heat of strangers’ sperm injecting again and again into his teenage boy hole, of the men surrounding him, calling him names, degrading him, fucking him, raping him, of the sounds of his own desperate moans, cries and whimpers as each spent cock reluctantly withdrew from his overflowing boy hole, of the flashes of cameras, red lights from video recorders, of yet another cock shoved brutally inside him, the coldness of the bathroom’s filthy tiled floor, the complete, utter brokenness and fulfillment he felt every time another man entered him, the total despair when that stranger pulled out and left his hole gaping and empty, of the sound of his own pathetic begging and pleading for more cock, and cum, of his own never-ending, insatiable need to be bred and used… the humiliation and degradation… the shame and the high he felt… “(NO!)” Ryan looked up from his dizzying haze. He saw in the reflection himself from that night four months ago. That desperate, unhinged feeling… Ryan quickly pulled his finger out of his ass, let go of his worked-over nipple and stood up in attention, the wet spot on his sweats obscenely large, his cock still throbbing underneath the fabric, his balls tight and ready to explode months of jock boy cum. One nipple escaped the confines of the thin tank top – red and puffy. Ryan looked at himself, a sweaty mess, a desperate whore. An insatiable masochist. A depraved slut. A pig. A cum dump. “NO!” (two days later) 04:00 again. Ryan gently pulled himself out of the creaky cot; his grandmother and girlfriend each sound asleep in their respective twin beds. Despite his initial apprehension, it was actually nice spending time with them off campus, and he charmed their panties off with his natural openness and boyish flare: He had sweet tea with his grandmother, held his girlfriend’s hand like they did in middle and high schools, while both visitors doted on the charismatic jock’s every move as they reminisced about everything and nothing really… Their hotel room was nice, and despite the butterflies in the blond cadet’s stomach, leaving the military campus for a couple of days was okay… for the most part. In the dead of night, though, Ryan’s mind wandered, meandered… Even with the two most grounding people in his life just a few feet away from him, Ryan was hanging on by a thread as tensile as a trickle of his own precum. Ryan changed in the bathroom. Stepping out of his pajamas and tossing off his old t-shirt, the jock cadet avoided his own reflection as he bent over and tore off his briefs. Swallowing hard and voiding his desperate cravings, he pulled on his pair of white jockstraps, grey sweatpants, a tight tank top and a hoodie With socks and running shoes on, Ryan headed for another middle-of-the-night run, as he had done the night before. He knew he shouldn’t do this, to be alone with his inner demons in such a big city, but what else was he supposed to do? He needed to center and calm himself in order to go to church in six hours with his devoted guests, and given his last visit to church… what he did after… what Pastor Rob did… the fullness of his jock boy hole… Well, running miles and miles in the near-freezing January air seemed a better solution than… than anything else, really… As he ran from the hotel, desperately trying to clear his head, Ryan soon noticed another runner, an imposing figure, lagging a block and a half behind him though consistently keeping up with Ryan’s impressive pace. Shit. Ryan’s immediate, panicked thought: Was this the same guy from last night? Not possible… can’t be… Ryan’s stomach churned as he instinctively ran faster He immediately felt his pounding heart sinking, his mind racing as his perfectly smooth jock hole quivered with every step. His strides became bursa escort wider and faster by the second, and his breathing quickened and became shallow by the second, with his sensitive nipples grazing against the fabric of his tank top and hoodie. Electricity shot through his entire body as his blood boiled. Ryan dug his long toes into the bottom of his running shoes and ran faster and faster as he sensed his resolve quickly deteriorating. (20 minutes later) Circling countless city blocks a few times over, Ryan found his way back to the hotel. Keeled over against the cold brick wall by the hotel’s main entrance, the jock boy desperately tried to catch his breath, his ripped, jock torso was soaked through and through with sweat. The wet fabrics clung onto the jock boy’s well-muscled body, revealing every sinewy muscle group, from his heaving chest to his hard abs and thick legs. In the cold air, the jock boy’s nipples were lewdly erect. For a split second, Ryan wondered what his sweaty ass looked like in those sweats… “(Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!)” Behind his own reflection in the hotel’s glass doors, Ryan’s eyes met those of that runner approaching. The older man had a stern – piercing brown eyes with striking jaws with overgrown stubbles nearing beard status. He was tall, maybe 6’2 or 6’3, and through his thermo running gear, his body built and muscled like a football player or body builder. Ryan couldn’t tell how old he was and averted his eyes, pretending to stretch, but he could tell the older man was eyeing him up and down, from head to toe, as he approached. The jock boy froze when he felt the man’s hot breath on the back of his neck. “(Don’t you dare run away from me again, boy…)” Ryan heard the gravelly voice whisper. His whole body shook from tension and anxiety, his knuckles white from clenching his fists so hard. He thought his heart would burst when he felt one of the man’s hands roughly groping his left ass cheek while the other calloused hand reached around to the front, tucking a plastic card between the shaking jock boy’s soaked tank top and smooth, hot skin. Ryan bit his lips and shut his eyes as he allowed this intrusion, swallowing a repressed whimper as he felt the hard plastic card momentarily grazing his left nipple. The jock cadet boy knew he’d already lost but desperately clung on to… something. Nothing? He dared not move or acknowledge the man. Just as quickly as Ryan felt the man’s hands violating his body, the man had disappeared. This brief encounter, coupled with memories from the night before and months of pent up sexual urges and cum… oh god… The jock boy’s swollen cock forced its way out the damp fabrics of his jockstrap, his hole throbbing. The teenager knew it’s all over. … (24 hours ago) Ryan knew he had made a mistake the moment he stopped running. Of course he had looked it up online, but it was cold out, surely he would be the only one stupid enough to be in the park so early on a Saturday morning (or late, on a Friday night?)? He could not explain why, but to run away from all the sunshine and rainbows of his little reunion, his cravings, his throbbing, empty hole, led the jock boy to the park. Ryan really knew he had made a mistake when, assumptions of his being the only presence in the city’s most notorious outdoor cruising area, was shattered by footsteps behind him. Ryan paced, to nowhere, in the darkness, his heart pounding and his body trembling, his mind screaming at his own weakness, feeling nothing but red hot heat and none of the January cold. Feeling his way through the empty tree branches, feebly attempting to find his way out of this hazy maze of depravity, Ryan began to hear more footsteps, soft whispers, sounds of saliva dripping from two mouths, from deep, guttural moans to the whimpers and muffled grunts of men, interspersed (or was it accompanied by?) the unmistakable sounds of bare skin and muscle slapping against more bare skin and muscle. Lost, Ryan, still breathing hard from his run and sweating profusely, made his way out of where he assumed was the epicenter of sucking, fucking, and who knows what more. The noises men made while getting fucked, while fucking, while cumming, faded into the dark distance. Feeling safe again from his urges, Ryan stopped against a large tree. Keeled over, he didn’t know whether he was turned on or just needed to throw up. His heart was pounding so fast, faster than any athletic drills, cardio workouts or marathon run. Right away, Ryan knew he had really fucked up. Shameful regret. He froze there, against that large tree, as he heard himself yelp in surprise. He gripped the branches tightly, his knuckles undoubtedly white and straining from all his pent up sexual tension, as he felt his sweat-soaked sweatpants roughly pulled down. He couldn’t move or make a sound for fear of what his body would do or what perversity would spill out of his mouth. He shut his eyes tightly, panicked, in shock, as the cold morning winter air invaded his now exposed ass: two glorious mounds of smooth, hot muscle. Ryan finally gasped out loud, making that noise he so hated, when the cold morning winter air was suddenly replaced by hot, calloused hands forcefully prying open his sweaty ass cheeks. His gasps turned into whimpers and moans as a hot, wet mouth joined the two hands, sucking and munching and devouring the jock’s long-neglected pink hole with insatiable and sloppy hunger. … The boy’s skin and body was radiating so much heat the man thought there would be steam coming off of the jock. Watching the lost jock boy meander through the woods of the park, bypassing an old man getting sucked, avoiding a screaming bear getting bred, and practically running away from the gang bang on the picnic table. The man would never have guessed in a million year that this jock, from his looks alone, would be a bottom boy let alone a cock-hungry, submissive slut. Though, seeing the innocent man-boy slumped over at that tree, clearly gasping for air and breathing hard, the man knew the boy needed to be fucked right then and there. When the blond jock made no sound and moved no muscle when his sweats were roughly torn down – unveiling the most perfect bubble ass framed in a white jockstrap, the man dove in. The sweetness of the boy’s ass, his fat, glorious ass, so smooth, so hot, wet with sweat and god knows what, was more than the man could’ve deigned possible. The twitching hole and the sound the boy finally made… was it a whimper? A desperate cry? Who the fuck cares, The boy was practically writhing into his mouth, as if his jock hole wanted to open up and consume everything in its path. Even in the dark he could tell the muscled jock boy was athletic and strong, but he didn’t think he would be faced with so much resistance when he tried to turn the boy over to face him. The boy’s desperate plea with a hint of a Southern drawl (“No… just do it… just… like this… please… don’t make me beg…”) turned the man on so much he knew he had to see the boy’s face. Forcing the jock boy around, feeling the thickness of his muscular arms, his wide shoulders, round, thick pecs, the man managed to overpower the fighting jock, forcing his face to meet his. The blond, cherubic face, just a teenager but with an insanely fit and ripped body… were those tears in his large blue eyes? His protesting, pouty lips tasted so hot, so sweet, so wet with desperation and sex; his body, the tight abs and waist, the two large mounds of muscle, firm, hot, and writhing. “(Shut the fuck up…)” the man could hear himself snap as he released the boy’s mouth from his own. Unzipping the the passive boy’s hoodie and marveling at the tank top clad torso within, the man licked one exposed nipple greedily, smelling the intoxicating scent of a sweaty teenage jock slut, tasting his armpit, hearing the boy’s moans increase in volume, returning to the same nipple as one hand smacked a plump ass cheek while the other snaked its way down the jock boy’s front, feeling a raging hard cock, thick and wet and angrily engorged, tugging roughly on the hairless balls before wedging his fingers past the balls and the smooth taint to that wet, hot hole… … Ryan whimpered, moaned then finally cried out as he felt teeth gnawing brutally on one of his nipples. He cried even louder as he felt the man’s fingers forced their way inside his long-neglected hole. He fought, struggled but the man was stronger somehow. Attempts to push him off of his exposed body were met with more biting, chewing and deeper penetration. Ryan got harder with every assault. “(Shut the fuck up…)” He heard the man’s gravelly voice intone, quietly but with undeniable authority. He felt one nipple released only to feel the pleasure and pain of the other one, gnawed and chewed and licked and spit on. Involuntarily, Ryan spread wide, with one foot on the ground and the other finding a low hanging branch to perch on, practically fucking himself, riding the man’s fingers like a bitch in heat. This is it… just… I… need more… “(Please, just… just do it… please..)” He heard his own pathetic voice beg, rewarded only with just another finger shoved brutally within him. He needed more… to finally feel full again… just this once… to be taken… to feel something again… “Please just get it over with, just… just… just please…” Ryan couldn’t utter say the words “FUCK ME”. He knew he was spewing precum like a leaky hose, his body was feverishly in heat, sweating so much as he heard the man whisper into his ears, between licks and bites and sucking, “(What do you want boy, tell daddy what you want…)” The delirious jock couldn’t bear to utter the words. He was already on the verge of cumming when the man began finger fucking faster and deeper as his teeth and mouth found their way back to Ryan’s nipples. Ryan responded with perverse whimpers and moans, spreading his legs wider, his ass sucking hard on the man’s fingers, his body begging even if his voice remained silent, his mind, screaming his deepest desires: Just do it… force me down… make me… submit… don’t make me beg for it… just use my hole… just fuck me… make me your bitch… use me… rape me… Ryan couldn’t stand the torture much longer. Riding that edge – that fine line between simply begging for what his body and ass wanted and the furious, inexplicably sadistic desire for the stranger to make him submit, to make him scream, to hold him down, to fight him, to own him, to spit on him, to slap him, to fuck him, to rape him… – Ryan suddenly heard other footsteps, murmurings, whispers from all around him. The reality of his circumstances hit him like the cold air. Oh god oh god oh god… How he must’ve looked splayed out, exposed like this, whimpering and moaning like a cheap whore that he knew deep down he was and will forever be. “No..no. NO!!!” When he felt another man trying to take off his hoodie and yet another set of teeth on his nipple, Ryan had a flashback to that night in the bar bathroom as the pleasure of both nipples and his ass sent shock waves through his body. He was so hard. He wanted so bad for that man just to fuck him. Why wouldn’t he just fuck me?! Why make me beg? Why won’t he just make my hole his when it was just me? Doesn’t he want my ass to himself?! Does he want to see me get fucked by all these men? To service each and every one? To take their loads? Why wouldn’t he just fuck me!?!? Does he know what I’ve done? Does he know me?! Has he seen me before?!? Has he fucked me already??! He knows doesn’t he?! What I’ve done?! He wants me to be the same, doesn’t he, just on my knees… begging for cock from everyone, doesn’t he?!?!?!?!! “NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!!” Broken. Hyperventilating. Struggling. Tears of shame percolated… the agonizing struggle between finally allowing his sexually-ripe body physical release, nearly verbalizing his dark, perverse desires, and teetering at the brink of crashing into the abyss and reliving his worst nightmare again, a throbbing, brutal reality every fiber of his body craved but his mind simply refused. Finding the resolve at last to push the man off of him and fighting off all the pathetic opportunists, Ryan pulled up his sweat pants around his dripping hard cock and wet, empty hole. He ran away as fast as he could, zipping up his hoodie and feeling his bruised and swollen nipples as he ran. … (now) When Ryan finally pulled the plastic card from his tank top, choking down a whimper as he felt the card graze his nipple yet again, he saw it was a hotel room key: the room number down the hall from his own. Blood drained from his rosy cheeks as he felt his cock raged harder, his boy pussy twitched. The sweaty jock cadet bursa escort bayan paced up and down the hallway of the hotel for what seemed like an eternity, nervously biting on his dog tags, as he circled the mystery door. Finally, with hands trembling, Ryan held the key card to the lock sensor. Please don’t work please don’t work please don’t work… His stomach sank when he saw the light turned green and heard the sound of the hotel room door unlock. With one foot in the dark room. Ryan stood at the doorway, uncertain whether to flee or to close the door behind him. “Shut the door.” The same gravelly voice. And so it was decided. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him and before his eyes could adjust to the dark, the anxious jock boy suddenly felt two strong hands on his shoulders, pushing him roughly against the door. His surprised gasp was quickly muffled by a hot mouth, his clean-shaven face feeling the rough abrasion of facial hair. The jock struggled against the bigger man, who managed, by pure force and barbarism, to wrestle Ryan’s wrists above his head, pinning both against the door with one calloused hand while the other wrapped around Ryan’s neck. A fresh wet spot formed instantaneously on Ryan’s sweatpants while the cadet, balancing on his toes, moaned and whimpered louder into the man’s mouth while feeling the muscular and powerful body roughly grinding into his own like an animal possessed. “(God you’re a hot piece…)” The man whispered into Ryan’s ear as he broke the kiss, hearing the jock boy gasp for air, his teenage body grinding and writhing between the door and the older man’s muscles. Tightening his grip on Ryan’s wrists and neck, eliciting an even more pathetic moan from the sweaty boy. The man inhaled deeply the sweaty sweet scent of the jock boy, and staring into the jock’s big, pleading, watery blue eyes, commanded: “Strip.” Released from the man’s hold, Ryan obeyed in silence. The man had backed away into the darkness, watching the perfect jock specimen kick off his sneakers. His eyes finally adjusting to the dark, Ryan peeled off his hoodie as he watched the older man, still fully clothed in his running gear, sit back on a couch, his eyes piercing with authority even in the dark. “So you like older men, huh?” “I… I don’t know what I like…” Ryan stammered bashfully as he stepped out of his sweatpants, turning beet red as he revealed his hard 8-inch cock which had escaped the fabric pouch of his white jockstrap. “Leave those on.” “Yes sir.” “Yah, you seem really unsure, son…” The tone was mocking. Sarcastic. Condescending. Ryan felt his hole twitch involuntarily. “So, what if I am…?” Ryan snapped as he toss off his sweaty tank top, his face burning a darker shade of red when he realized he’s standing their in nothing but tube socks, a jockstrap, and his dog tags. Face burning, he started to remove the dog tags… “Leave those on, too.” “Yes sir…” Ryan was near hyperventilating. His entire body shook. He wanted to turn and run right out of there, but his cock, raging red and hard, glistening in the dark with yet another bead of precum. This was a mistake… get out, get out, get out!! “On all fours. Crawl to me, slut.” Ryan’s cock was so hard it hurt. The teenage jock cadet swallowed hard as he dropped to his knees and elbows. He obeyed like a good soldier and slowly crawled towards the man. The near naked jock boy dared not look at him, keeping his face down and staring at his dog tags dangling and jingling with every step, not noticing the rough texture of the carpet on his knees and elbows turning into that of a thick plastic tarp. How he managed to reach between the man’s legs without cumming is a true miracle. Feeling the heat radiating from the man’s body, inhaling the masculine scent of sex and sweat… oh god… “Say what you want… ” The man whispered. “I… I don’t know what I want…!” Ryan was so ashamed of what he was doing… agitated, nervous. A fresh coat of sweat covered his perfect jock body as he trembled with anticipation as he knelt on the plastic tarp. “Yes you do, sweet boy… tell daddy what you want…” “I… I… can’t…” “What the hell are you doing here then…!” “I… I… don’t know…” “Sweet boy… tell daddy want you really want…” Ryan whimpered when he felt the man’s calloused hand gently caressing his flushed face. “I… I can’t…!” “I think daddy has a very good idea…” The man wrapped his fingers around the dangling dog tags and forcefully pulled the jock cadet up like a dog, staring down the boy’s beautiful face. Ryan, on the verge of tears, felt the man pull him in, roughly devouring his lips and tongue as he felt the tug and tightness around his neck pulling him in even closer, guiding the shivering and near-naked jock to climb on and straddle the fully-clothed stranger. Tasting Ryan’s mouth, smelling the jock boy’s sweet, boyish stink and the unmistakable scent of a jock’s precum, feeling the jock’s toned body, the man let go of Ryan’s chain and with both hands, pried open the teenager’s fat, muscled ass cheeks, hot and sweaty. Ryan screamed as he felt a finger brutally shoved inside, lubed with only his sweat and sweat alone. “UGH!!!” “(Tell daddy what you want!)” The man spat on his fingers and went back inside the hot, smooth hole. Deeper, harder. “UGHN! UGHNN!” “Come on boy… be a good little slut now…” Ryan’s cock trickled even more precum as he felt a slap across his face. A second finger entered Ryan. “(Fuck…!)” “Fuck what, boy? Tell daddy what you want!” Both fingers jammed deep inside. Ryan felt the finger tips pressing against his prostate. He gripped the man’s muscular shoulders tightly as he curled his socked toes. The jock boy couldn’t help himself as he began riding the man’s fingers as he did the night before, his raging hard cock bouncing between his smooth abs and the man’s clothed torso, hardening even more and glistening wet with precum as he felt the man slap his ass, harder and harder. “(Fuck…!!! Fuck…!!! Fuck…!!!)” “Can’t hear you son…!” Deeper, pressing harder against his boy prostate. “Don’t make me say it… UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNN!” Ryan cried out as a third finger entered his throbbing boy pussy as the man began gnawing on the jock’s sensitive nipples, making the pussy boy scream. Ryan began to ride the man’s fingers like a bitch in heat, precum splattering between the two of them, feeling the sting of the repeated spanking on his left cheek; he needed to cum so badly… just… he just needed to cum, to have his body be used without begging for it. Maybe… maybe the man will just… just… finally… “You fucking little slut…” Ryan felt his muscled jock body thrown off the man, landing on his back on the plastic tarp with a yelp like a bruised puppy. Laying there, in shock and absolutely hard and unfulfilled, Ryan saw the man methodically get off the couch and reach down and grabbing his dog tags. Feeling the chain tighten around his neck again, Ryan was flipped again on all fours, his head roughly pulled back. “UGHNNN!! UGHNNNN!! UGHNNNN!!!!” More fingers jammed deep inside. The jock boy was writhing in pain, pleasure and self-hatred, unrelentingly backing his fat, glorious ass onto the man’s fingers, his cock leaking a thick, steady bead of precum. Still unable to voice his burning desire, for he knows very well the moment he utters it, all this, everything that has transpired with this man, will be just another fuck, another pathetic instance in which he begged and pleaded for cock. He’d be the cumdump in that bar’s bathroom all over again, begging and letting to anything and anyone to fuck him. Maybe this man will just… just overpower… just… ughnn… dominate… ughnn.. rape… ughnn… Clicking of the door and a turn of the knob: Blood drained from Ryan’s red, cherubic face instantaneously. The door opened. “(No! Someone’s coming! STOP! STOP!!!!)” Ryan cried out in a hush, struggling against the chain around his neck and instinctively fighting off the man, whose fingers were wedged so deep inside his ass Ryan nearly came right then and there. The door shut, and Ryan – frozen in a panic – could hear is the sound of someone unzipping and unbelting. (“STOP! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNN STOP!!! GUHNNNN! GUHNNN!!!)” “Be a good boy now… daddy knows what you want…” Ryan winced when he smelled the odor of another man near his nostrils and lips: pungent and acrid. His ass was on fire, hungry. “Open up… come on, pussy boy, open up…” The taste of the second man’s cock was disgusting. The smell of his pubes were revolting. It was only 5 or 5.5 inches at maximum, but Ryan gagged and struggled to swallow the entire thing, still feeling the tightness of his dog tags around his neck. He could feel the man’s soft, hairy belly against his forehead as the man bottomed out in his throat. Tears overflowed the jock’s blue eyes when the man started face fucking him, whimpering and gagging all the while getting finger fucked from behind. The jock’s cock bounced with every assault. “That’s it, boy, open up, open up…” “(GUHNNN! GUHNNNN! GUHNNNNNNNN!!!)” The second man didn’t last long. Cum coated his throat. Ryan gagged, his throat involuntarily try to eject the erupting cock as he felt hands forcing his head back down. Suffocating, Ryan struggled: Kicking, writhing, and finally pushing the man away, feeling the last spurts of cum hitting his lips and face while sitting back and swallowing all four fingers with his stretched boy cunt. Ryan felt a the sting of slaps across his face as he tasted pungent ripeness of the cum in his mouth and on his lips. The chain tightened around his neck as both of his wrists were quickly and expertly restrained behind him with a leather belt by the second man, who slowly positioned himself over the jock boy once again. Ryan’s ass throbbed and sucked on the four fingers deep inside as he felt the belt tighten around his wrists. The teenager’s jock cock glistened with precum. “UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNN!!!!! WAIT! WAIT! NO!” Feeling the chain tighten even more and his short blond hair pulled back, Ryan bit his cum-covered lips in horror as he saw a stream of acrid piss rain from above for what seemed like an eternity. That was it. Over the edge. The degraded teenager shut his eyes tightly, his body shook and shuddered, gagging, struggling against his restraints, gasping for air. Feeling a level of humiliation he’d never suffered before, he rode the first man’s fingers deep and hard as he heard his pathetic whimpers as the hot, pungent piss showered over his entire body, smelling the putrid ammonia, tasting piss for the first time when he suddenly gasped, moaned, screamed: “UGHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!” Ryan came. Writhing on the four fingers and covered in piss and piss-soaked jockstrap and socks, Ryan shot load after load, months of pent up jock cum, erupted. His muscled body tense and shaking, revealing every nuance and sinew of his well-trained body, glistening in sweat, cum and piss. The shuddering jock cadet gasped for air as he choked on more piss while his boy pussy choked on the man’s fingers. Shame and humiliation… the jock boy couldn’t stop cumming. “UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!” “Piece of shit slut…” The man muttered. Unable to catch his breath, Ryan fell forward as the man behind him loosened the chain around his neck and withdrew his fingers, writhing face down on the piss- and cum-soaked tarp in pleasure and abasement. “(Ughnn… ughnnn…?!?)” Ryan whimpered openly, his ass gaping in the air like a cheap whore, wishing, just wishing… “Come to me, boy,” The first man commanded, watching the wreck of a jock boy writhing on the ground. By the time Ryan stumbled his way back between the man’s legs on his knees, with much effort and struggle due to his bound wrists behind his back, the door had slammed shut behind him. The soiled cadet shuddered at the sound. More footsteps. Door opening. More footsteps. “(Please… no…)” Ryan sobbed into the man’s steamy, still clothed crotch. “(Stop…) UGHN!!” “Good little slut…” The man slapped the military jock boy across the face, pulling him on his knees with his dog tag chain and once again dragging him to piss and cum-covered tarp, now encircled by a group of eagerly-waiting men. Even in the dark, Ryan saw shadows of men with their cocks out. So many men. The trembling, soiled jock cadet felt the chain tighten around his neck. He could hear the greasy stroking of cocks, smelling the ripe scents of precum, sweat, and ass. Every muscle strained on the perfect jock boy… his boy cock, rock hard again. None of the men in the room would’ve guessed Ryan to be such a submissive cock whore if they passed him on the street. Ryan escort bursa felt the chain loosen as the man released the dog tags and stepped away from him and the circle. “Open up, boy…” Immediately, the men closed in and took turns with the handsome jock boy’s mouth and throat, feeding him, face fucking him, slapping their engorged cocks across his face when he gagged, whimpered, and gasped for air. They spat on him, groped and molested his athletic and piss-stained body while waiting for their turns at the blond boy’s mouth and throat. Choking back tears of shame and rage, Ryan fought and struggled harder as the men got rougher, pulling at his hair and calling him slut, whore, bitch, pussy… brutally shoving cock after cock down his throat as he gagged and choked, slapping him when he bit and coughed and spat out a cock… The muscular teenager managed to knock over a few men with his brawny shoulders only then to scream at the pain and sting of slaps across his face and ass, feeling the suffocating shame of yet another swollen cock shoved down his throat. The men had to force the wild, volatile jock cadet to remain in his wide kneeling position, holding his wrists restraints tightly behind, broad shoulders down, face up and jaws open, his cock, achingly hard and dripping with precum. “(UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!)” Face fucked pass the brink of his limits, Ryan felt the cock in his throat swell and harden even more. Cum. Suffocating cum. More cum. All around him. Men moaning and stroking, orgasms one after another as thick ropes of cum covered his face, his lips, his broad shoulders, his full chest… in his mouth, on his socked feet, his thick legs, his tight, heaving abs… hot cum trickling down his back, down between his ass cheeks… another cock shoved in between his gasping red lips, tasting yet another man’s seeds, thick, pungent, and stinky. Fingers rubbed cum on his lips, on his tongue, scooped up more cum and shoved it down his throat while other hands molested his cum-covered body, furiously stroked his cock and brutally pinched his nipples. The jock boy gagged, whimpered, and quickly shot his second load while sucking on a stranger’s cum-covered fingers, his hole, achingly empty and agape. “UHGGNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNN!!! UGHNNNNNNNNN!!!” His body convulsing, his knees and legs numb from kneeling, tasting the bitterness and saltiness of cum as he sucked desperately on fingers and hands and knuckles and palms, the jock boy dreaded what he knew would come next. He struggled and finally managed to free his wrists from behind, but piss had already showered down on him, hot, steaming, pungent piss. His hair pulled roughly back and jaws forced open, Ryan clung onto the strangers’ legs desperately and swallowed, was forced to swallow, as he heard men’s moans and snickers… … “Go clean yourself up, slut,” The man muttered, observing all of this depravity unfold, as the other men – one by one – stuffed their satiated cocks back in their pants, zipped up, and left the room. “Get out of here, you little whore.” Ryan, his jock body still so turned on by the abuse – burning with horny desire, tasting the cum and piss on his lips and tongue – shook with rage and anger and bitterness in a pool of cum and piss. Frustration and fury… shame… confusion… unfulfilled… emptiness… the craving for… more… He’s not even going to fuck me… he’s not even going to fuck me… after all this, he’s not even going to fuck me… he’s not even going to fuck me… The soiled jock boy choked back tears of disappointment, ashamed at how much his body enjoyed the abuse… realizing how far he was willing to go just to satiate his perverse appetite. Staring the man in the eyes, at once pleading and angry, the jock cadet furiously tore off his soiled socks and jockstrap, throwing them at the man with rage, feeling so betrayed, used, and… unfulfilled. The man watched the defeated and naked man-child, his impressive eight-inch cock still swollen and dripping somehow, limp towards the bathroom, hearing sloppy, wet sounds of bare feet on tiled floors and finally the sounds of water pouring out of the shower. Feeling the hot water wash off traces of abuse and humiliation inflicted upon him, Ryan leaned his head agains the wet tiles and violently begin to stroke his still-hard cock. His empty jock pussy throbbed, his long toes curled, but nothing. Ryan’s jock cock was so sore, but he wanted so much just to cum once more, one more load… wishing the man would appear behind him… he has to… fuck me… he has to… make me cum… once more before returning to the academy, before burying all these cravings once again. His cock raged hard, but the boy was unable to ejaculate, no more orgasm; the man never appeared between his legs. The jock cadet felt empty as he began to sob bitterly, pounding the tiled wall as he frantically and desperately masturbated, pumping his jock cock so hard and fast, his hole gaping, neglected and empty… no cum, nothing… no release… no final orgasm… … Finally clean and finding a pitiful semblance of composure, Ryan got dressed in the dark, his sweatpants, tank top and hoodie still damp from his run. The jockstrap and socks… no way… just leave… get out of here… This was all a horrible mistake. Shutting off all feeling, Ryan willed himself to head for the door barefoot, quickly leaning over to pick up his sneakers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” Ryan flinched instinctively when he felt the man’s muscular warmth appear behind him as he reached for the door knob. He dropped his sneakers. The teenage jock heard his own voice shriek and body twitch.”DON’T TOUCH ME!!! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!!!” Grabbing his wrists and denying his shameful exit, the man shoved the jock boy face roughly into the door and pinning both wrists behind his back with one hand, The man savagely pulled down Ryan’s sweatpants, revealing those perfect ass cheeks as he had done the night before. “(OH GOD!)” Ryan felt an engorged, greasy knob rubbing impatiently at his boy hole. He wrestled his wrists free from behind him only to have them pinned palm down on the door, his teenage body, sweating a fresh coat of jock sweat, writhed and buckled underneath the older man, his fingers, pawing at the hard surface and his toes curling at the abuse. “GET OFF! GET OFF ME!!! GET… UGHNNN! OHHHH UGHN! FUCK! UGHN!N! UGHNN!!!!” In one shove, the man entered the jock boy’s tight, tight hole, hot and silky, pulsing and hungry. The man didn’t stop until he pushed passed the jock’s first ring and and bottomed out past his second anal sphincter. The teenage boy’s screams made the man harder and harder, leaking so much precum and lubricating the jock boy’s hole as he began fucking. Merciless, animalistic fucking. The harder Ryan fought and struggled, the harder the man fucked the boy. And the jock boy struggled and fought with all his might, every push back and every hint of resistance met with deeper and rougher pounding. Deep, relentless, unending, brutal fucks… “UGHNN! OH!! GUHNN!N!N STOP! UGHNN!N!!N!!!” The man was huge. Ryan couldn’t tell how big, but he knew it was a struggle to take all of his cock. The jock boy felt his hole stretched and torn up inside, the pain, the pleasure… Ryan had never been so turned on. Finally… finally… no begging… he… just took me… made me his… fucking me… raping me… What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with me?! I’m so close… so close… “(Shut the fuck up!)” The man grunted as he stuffed the jock boy’s soiled socks into his mouth as he slammed into the screaming boy, his wrists pinned far above his head, his back arched and stretched, has legs spread wide and balanced on his long toes, his ass slamming back on the man’s cock with every thrust, swallowing the man’s cock deeper and deeper. The jock cadet’s cock bounced and throbbed, leaving traces of precum on the door every time the man bottomed out inside his jock pussy. The man let go of Ryan’s wrists and wrapped his arms under the jock’s sweaty armpits and clasped his fingers behind the boy’s neck, fucking the writhing jock cadet senseless, using the teenager’s muscled body and hole like a toy, feeling his jock pussy open up, tighten, open up again and sucking tightly on his massive cock. Deeper. Deeper. “UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” Ryan screamed into his cum and piss-soaked socks, his toes and finger tips numb as he felt all the remaining cum from his balls well up, shooting ropes of jock cum onto the door. Thick blasts of teenage cum fucked out of the jock boy. “UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!!!!” Feeling the hot jock’s ass tighten from his third orgasm of the night nearly made the man cum as well, but no, he had to have this jock boy one more way. He rammed deep inside cumming jock boy, forcing the whimpering cadet down onto his knees before bottoming out deeper inside him, flipping one leg over his shoulder then the other, ripping off the jock’s sweatpants in the process, all the while pushing and flexing his cock deep inside the teenage jock. Seeing Ryan’s beautiful, flushed face, gagged mouth and eyes rolled to the back of his head, the man pulled out the socks from the jock’s mouth and tasted him, sucking on his tongue, his lips, tasting all the cum he swallowed, all the piss. The jock boy’s shivering and buckling body had not a moment of repose from his intense orgasm seconds prior before being violated all over again as the man unzipped his hoodie and pulled up the sweaty tank over and behind Ryan’s neck, revealing the jock’s incredibly tight abs and heaving, full chest. The man dove in, sucking and biting Ryan’s torso, licking every muscled crevice and gnawing on the jock’s puffy nipples while he kept fucking. The teenage cadet’s sweat and skin tasted so sweet in contrast to the cum and piss lingering on his lips and tongue… The man wiped Ryan’s thick, fresh cum from the door with his hands and fed it to the post-orgasmic and trembling jock, clasping his fingers together and covering the exhausted boy’s lips and began the final assault to the boy’s perfect, throbbing hole. With his legs draped over the man’s shoulders, Ryan whimpered, moaned, and cried out in pain and ecstasy as the he got fucked viciously; he thought the man would never stop, abusing his boy pussy past every limit the jock cadet thought he could withstand. Screaming into the man’s hands and tasting his own cum, Ryan thrashed violently beneath the man, both hands gripping tightly the man’s forearms as he got fucked like a cheap whore, his toes curled in the air, numb and strained, while his now tender and sore hole gaped so open, feeling the man’s cock withdraw completely only to plummet deeper every time. “(UGHNNN! UGHNN! GUHNNN! UGHNN! OH!! GUHNN!N!N!! UGHNN!N!!N!!!)” The jock boy’s body shivered as he squealed like a bitch, feeling the pulverizing and never-ending assault on his bruised and opened hole. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?!?! Ryan became more and more hysterical by the second, fearing his body will break in half, his grips on the man’s arms tighter as his athletic and powerful body – still impaled on the man’s cock – thrashed and buckled, pushing and fighting against his abuser. Every effort to wrestle the man off and out of him resulted in more punishing thrusts, the slaps of sweaty skin against sweaty skin and of an enormous cock slamming back inside without consideration or feeling. Ryan hated himself, hating that his body loved the abuse, craved the rape. “(UGHNNN! UGHNN! GUHNNN! UGHNN! OH!! GUHNN!N! UGHNN!NN!!!)” “You little bitch…” “(UGNNNN!!! UGHN!N! STOP! UGHNN!N FUCK! UGHNN!NN!!!!!!)” Powerless, exasperated, the teenage jock clasped his feet behind the man’s head as his toes flexed, his back arched and lifted from the ground and fingers dug deep into the man’s arms. He was past the point of delirium and ecstasy. He felt high. He felt drunk. No, he was high and drunk. His screams became dry, silent, his body shook uncontrollably – taut and strained with some much tension that every muscle on his perfect jock body was visible. A pool of clear cum flooded the jock’s eight-pack abs while his hole and insides quivered and spasmed and throbbed, swallowing deep every inch of the man’s demanding cock. The jock cadet’s anal orgasm refused to subside, even building to a higher peak as thrashing and trembling boy felt the man unload inside him, hot cum, filling him to the brim… his toes curled and flexed and curled in the air, soles to the ceiling, as he felt waves and waves of shivering and unending pleasure and shame radiate from his ass to every finger and toe and back to his ass again, throbbing, so full of cum at last, so full… so much cum… All the jock boy could muster in that moment was to clench, to hold on to his abuser’s cock inside him for as long as he could, to save every drop of the stranger’s cum inside him… … TBC…