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Subject: breaking baker mayfield – 12 Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional story, but please do let me know if it does turn out to be non-fiction ;-P. I love to hear from all of you. xoxo – jasper proseinourdreams@ proseinourdreams.wordpress p.s. don’t forget to donate to fty/donate.html Baker knew he was ruined from the beginning. As soon as that man, the most nondescript, nothing of an out-of-shape man, uttered those words to him, he felt his stomach drop, his balls burned hot, his cock throbbing, his long-neglected hole quivered with excitement. He really tried to fight it. Hoping, with doomed desperation, that the man was just be fucking around… just a coincidence… just a playful gag or teasing… Hoping, in crushed despair, that the man would not dare to be so impudent, so entitled, so knowing of his secret depravity and degenerate whoredom. The man was not fucking around. As soon as Baker felt that man’s brazen hand on his mouth… feeling the large body grind into his from behind, feeling the nobody of a stranger assume lecherous ownership over his body… feeling his modesty violated as a daring hand pulled down his shorts, hearing the unmistakable unzipping of pants behind him, feeling the unmistakable hardness of a fat penis… greasy and wet… press and rub against his sweaty, jock-strapped muscled ass crack… Baker knew it was all over. … The kid looked fine as hell, emerging from the RV in a sweaty tank top, black shorts, and nothing else, looking exhausted and pissed off, his hair a mop of sweaty mess. Any iota of doubt the man had was instantly eradicated – this was the kid from the sex dungeon less than two months ago. Those big brown eyes, his lips, the flushed cheeks… how sweetly stinky he smelled, how his long, talon-like toes clung on to the edge of the entrance steps to the RV… The kid’s cockiness immediately dissipated just by uttering a few triggering words. He could literally see Baker’s hands tremble and knees shake, his voice cracking, his long toes flexing so nervously he could barely stand in place. So distressed and fidgety, the kid’s beefy body shook as his cock bounced and tented impatiently in those sweaty shorts. His eyes were desperate. Wet. Pleading. A split moment proved to be the collapse of Baker’s new life: The moment he turned around frantically in search of his phone, the moment he inadvertently gave ground to the stranger to step inside the RV, the moment he gave the stranger full view of his sweat-soaked shorts from behind, its dampness clinging onto every muscled curvature of his fat glutes and the thin outline of a jockstrap… giving the intruder a pungent whiff of the stinky sweatiness … his musk. his odor, his pheromones, his sex… emanating from his ripe crotch and ass. … The man dripped precum as he felt the quarterback moan and whimper into his pudgy hand, an immediate surrender despite a momentary, pathetic attempt to refuse and to resist. The man felt the kid’s hot breath against his hand as he tightened another around the quarterback’s throat, feeling the hard, muscled body tremble against his out-of-shape one… those exposed fat, plump ass cheeks literally flexing and gripping hungrily on his hard, fat cock as he probed and lewdly ground against the athlete sweaty crack. How quickly the alpha quarterback turned beta… how he feebly held on to his abuser’s plump arms… how salty his sweat tasted… how sweet the skin on the nape of Baker’s neck tasted… how the instantly submissive rookie whined and whimpered, practically purring like a whore in heat, his hot, sticky body arching and writhing and trembling with obscene desperation. His turgid, six-inch, beer-can of a cock tenting the pouch of his jockstrap… bouncing and dripping in its tiny confinement. Hungry, hungry boy. “(UGHN! UGHNN! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNN!!! JESUS! FUCK! UGHNN!!!)” Baker’s wet eyes shot wide open as he shrieked into the man’s hand; he could barely breathe, gasping for air with tight fingers gripping his throat and clawing at the RV wall for support with white-knuckled hands. His body burned from head to toe as fresh sweat poured from every pore and orifice. The unbearable pain of sodomy. The feverish agony of penetration. The tormented pleasure. The torturous struggle. The sadistic addiction for more… more… more… The man couldn’t help himself. Feeling Baker’s sweaty bursa evi olan escort body against his, the way the athlete smelled and tasted, the pathetic way he purred and sniveled, how his back arched and how lewd his athletic body writhed, plus the hotness of his sweaty ass crack… the muscular strength of those ass cheeks flexing and clamping onto to his cock… The man couldn’t help himself as he brutally shoved his bare cock inside Baker. It was glorious… how the kid howled and screamed with agony at the sudden intrusion, how hot and tight his hole felt, how fresh sweat dripped from every inch of his burning, beefy body, forming a puddle of sweat on the floor. Forcing the jock to arch his back as deeply as the muscular body can handle by pulling on his throat and mouth, the man thrusted and jabbed into Baker as best as he could with just precum and sweat as lube, eliciting hoarse cries and sobs with every agonizing push. The kid’s ass was like steel, and his inner sphincter was like an iron ring. Clearly Baker had been a good boy all these weeks. The man couldn’t believe how tight his ass was. Hearing the kid cry and grunt with pain into his hand, the hotness of his breath, the hoarseness of his whimpers, the wetness of tears… feeling that athletic body quake and tense up with every staccato stab of his cock, trying to force past the kid’s second ring, to bottom out… to open him up… It took all of his willpower to stop fucking Baker, to pull out of the bruised hole he still hasn’t bottomed out in. In the dungeon, the man was one of the last men to have his turn with Baker, who was already fucked senseless beyond delirium. Having Baker’s cum and saliva-covered feet in his face, smelling the intoxicating stink of the kid and all the men who’d used him that night, sliding his fat cock into the gaping hole, bottoming out instantly with other men’s thick cum gushing out, feeling the worn jock’s hole instantly sucking on his cock like a whore’s expert throat, swallowing it as deep as possible, feeling it squeeze and grip his cock for dear life… Seeing the flushed, adorable, cum-covered face beneath his, seeing those blank, brown eyes barely able to stay open, seeing those red, cummy lips barely, barely muttering hoarsely “fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…”… the man came within seconds of entering Baker that night, even before he started properly fucking the mound of sweaty, cummy muscle. No. The man wanted more from the kid, who was gasping, writhing, trembling as he fell onto the RV’s built-in couch as the man released his grips and felt his cock pop out of Baker’s tight, spasming hole. He knew if he fucked past that second ring deep inside Baker, he’d cum instantly right then. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he wanted every inch of that hot piece of prized jock ass. … It all happened so fast. Baker didn’t have time to even react as he was suddenly getting choked out from behind. He was so scared, so nervous, so desperate, so skittish, so paranoid someone would walk in, but he was so damaged, so desperately horny after weeks of being a good boy. So overcome with desire and lust and sheer depravity. Baker was hysterical when felt that fat cock penetrate him. The pain from the truncated jabs and stabs into his hole, shoving ruthlessly past his outer ring and trying to probe and shove deeper inside him, elicited wild and animalistic shrieks from the broken athlete. It hurt so much, like his hole had never been fucked before… Baker lost all control of his body, his back arched so deeply as he struggled for air, his thighs burning from the semi-low squat position he was held in, already sore and spent from his morning workout and training. The pain, feeling like he’s being split into two halves from within, made Baker tremble and shake uncontrollably as he dug his toes into the sweaty floor of the RV. Shuddering feverishly, the jock felt the cum in his balls abruptly boil over as he gripped the wall, crying out as fresh cum erupted from his cock, drenching the inside of his white, tented jockstrap pouch. The wave of excruciatingly-painful pleasure was short-lived, however, as the man suddenly pulled out of his bruised hole and released his grips on his throat and mouth. Still trembling with cum squirting out of his swollen cock, Baker couldn’t even stand up or hold himself altıparmak escort upright anymore, collapsing face-first onto the couch, his out-of-control body continued to quiver as he gripped the cushions for dear life, his ass jiggling in the air as his body writhed with violent abandon. Cum began to dribble out of the oversaturated jockstrap fabric as Baker moaned and whimpered breathlessly into the cushion, his legs kicking behind him in the air with his long toes curled tightly, as the startling orgasm continue to send shock waves and electric spasms throughout his sweat-soaked, feverish body. … The man hungrily peeled the tank top off of the kid, still quaking with more cum still oozing out of his cock. Licking Baker’s sweaty body, from neck to shoulders down the groove of his drenched spine, the man felt every tremble and spasm coursing through the athlete’s beefy body via his tongue and lips. The sudden jerks of his body when a tongue passed a sensitive, erogenous patch of skin, or the incredible, overwhelming sigh that escaped Baker’s throat when the man finally dove face first into that sweaty, musky ass. It tasted even better than the man had imagined. Pungent. Dirty. Sweet. Baker nearly lost his mind. Feeling that tongue in his hole, the lips and mouth slurping on him, sucking on him, probing him, greasing him up as he feebly began to recover from that hands-free orgasm, all the quarterback could do was tremble and gasp into the cushion with every agonizing lick. He couldn’t move his body, arched so deep with his fat ass so high in the air, feeling the soft hands pry his cheeks open, feeling that hungry mouth munch on his most inner part, smelling his own stink from his armpits and crotch, the pungent odor emanating from his cum-soaked jockstrap… The kid’s body was even harder and more muscular than how it felt less than two months ago. His beefy musculature lean, hard and bulging, his scent just as intoxicating, just as filthy, just as sexy, as it smelled that night. Peeling the soiled jockstrap off of Baker, the man was amazed at how much cum was being held in that leaking jockstrap pouch, slipping the soaking piece of cloth off of the trembling athlete’s spit-covered ass and meaty, long legs, licking every drop of sweat off of the kid’s body, his ass, his thighs, his calves, his ankles, the soles of his feet, in between stinky toes, along the way. Baker felt his wet, dripping cock spring to freedom, groaning against the unexpected tenderness of tongue against every inch of his body. His still rock-hard cock bounced wildly between his beefy thighs as he felt the man suddenly, roughly, pulled on his sweaty hair, pulling his face off the couch. “UGHN! UGHN!! UGHN!! (UGHNN!! UGHNN!!!!)” Baker’s full-voiced grunts were muffled instantly as the man shoved the cum-soaked jockstrap into his gasping mouth. The jock felt the heavy weight of the still-clothed man on top of his naked, sweaty body, wedging his long, muscular legs apart, as his own cum dribbled out of his clenched jaws and the corners of his stuffed mouth. Feeling one hand gripping tightly the back of his neck, another pressing down on his lower back, choking on and feebly swallowing his own salty-sweet and thick cum, Baker screamed. “(UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! OH SHIT! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! NO! MMM! FUCK! OH SHIT!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNNNNNN!)” The RV rocked furiously as Baker got pounded by that man. Any apprehension or or paranoia for getting caught evaporated in an instant, the moment when that fat cock shoved itself back inside the quarterback’s bruised hole. The extra spit, with a helping of his own thick cum, helped the man’s fat cock insert itself, pushing past the steel ring of Baker’s inner sphincter, feeling the athlete exhale, inhale, exhale… his hole relaxing and opening… devouring and clenching, loosening and inhaling… gripping and clenching… sucking on the fat cock. “(UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! PLEASE! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! bursa merkez escort UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGNNN!! UGHN!N!!!!!!!!)” All Baker could hear was his own screams and the slapping of flesh against his muscular ass cheeks, choking on his own cum and jockstrap. The man slammed into Baker so deep and hard he even surprised himself at how rough and merciless he could be. Every cry and yelp from the quarterback was rewarded with a harder, deeper pounding. Baker was in tears, but the man didn’t care. Baker was barely hanging on as he got plowed like a cheap whore, screaming full-voiced, blood-curdling cries of pain and ecstasy, as he got held down by his neck. His knuckles were white from gripping the couch cushions, his legs kicking wildly and uncontrollably on either side of his rapist. His toes curled tightly in the air, his ass hungrily, selfishly, pushing back to meet every assault the man dealt. The beeping of the alarm on his phone snapped the whore of a quarterback out of his painful, blissful delirium. For a split moment, Baker thought he was dreaming, but the nasty, wet sounds of a bare cock slamming into his wet hole, of flesh and balls slapping against his ass and taint, of the creaking of the couch, of his own girlish cries… of the sopping, cum-soaked jock stuffed in his mouth… the rhythmic sounds of getting fucked… the painful pleasure emanating from the deepest part of his hole… the electricity shooting through every inch of his body from head to toe as he squirmed from the pain and the ruthless fucking… No… it was all real. Too real. “(UGHNN! Please! Please! I… UGHNN! UGHNN! I… Please…!)” Baker managed to spit out his cummy jock-gag. “UGHNN! UGHNN!!!! Please! STOP! Please…! UGHN! I… I… CAN’T! STOP!!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!” “PLEASE! PLEASE… UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! I’D DO ANYTHING! I’D DO ANYTHING! JUST… UGHN! UGHNNN! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!!!” … How Baker managed to get back on the field in time was a miracle even to himself. Nobody – not the coaches or the trainers or his teammates – noticed anything awry with their rookie star. A slight limp, perhaps, but they’ve been training hard. Sweat-covered and reeking, of course – they’re athletes after all. Hoarseness in his voice? Why not. Nobody could tell, just minutes before, Baker was getting punch-fucked in the RV, screaming his face off like a bitch. When the alarm went off, Baker was beyond hysterical. Sobbing, begging… while getting fucked… to do anything… anything… offering anything to that man… to just let him go. For now. Baker wished he could forget, as he continued on the field, about the large, butt-plug lodged inside his abused hole, lubed up with nothing but spit and his own ass juices. Play after play, Baker desperately fought against his tears, futilely numbing himself from feeling the intoxicating fullness inside him, of the large butt-plug that sent shock waves through his fingers and toes with every step and breath. No. Baker needed to forget. Just for the rest of that day. He needed to forget what he’d offered that man just to get out from under his large body… to not ruin his new life… his career. To get back on the field in time. No. Baker threw pass after pass, knowing full well he’d just made the biggest risk of his life. What he offered that man… what he gave that man… what he promised that man… … Back at his hotel, the stranger pulled out his phone. Video after video were in his messages. From Baker Mayfield. Short, shaky POV videos of a sweaty, muscled athlete on his stomach, with a hand gripping the back of his neck, getting fucked, his fat glutes jiggling and contracting, swallowing every slam of a fat, bare cock. Another, of Baker, clearly holding the camera himself, staring desperately and pathetically into the camera, his big brown eyes wet, his mouth gagged with clearly a white jockstrap, out as he got fucked… his cries muffled: “(FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!)” Of Baker, on his knees, puppy-dog eyes wet with tears, studying fearfully a heavy, black butt plug in his hands, his flushed boyish face incredulous, gobsmacked, as he stared at it, marveling at its width, its thickness. Of Baker, licking it, sucking on it, greasing it up with saliva. Of Baker, on his back, his meaty legs in the air, shoving the butt plug up his own hole with both hands… his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grunted and gasped with girlish surprise as the plug suddenly popped itself in, his long toes curled in the air, as streams of jock cum squirted instantly from his rock-hard cock. “UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!” To be continued… More ail