Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2005 21:14:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bryan part 3

Bryan signed the contracts, then took the toy, another
metal butt plug, freshly chilled. Bryan whimpered as
his slid it up his ass. He dressed, tucked his
contract in his pants and turned to leave, then heard
a piece of paper slide under a door.
The paper was instructions on how to explain his
shaved body to his wife and team, plus another note
Bryan tucked in his mind.
As he walked down the stairs, filling the plug with
each step, he reviewed the schedule.
The next visit was in 2 weeks, the night of his first
football game!


As Bryan slid into his car, the butt plug pushed
against his prostate and made his dick start to swell.
"I was just brutally used," his mind swirled. "I'm a
whore. I didn't even set eyes on the guy!"
As Bryan relived the night in his head, and started
the hour drive home, he considered some things.
He was going home with a metal butt plug up his shit
hole, and with the contract he'd signed, he now
belonged to a guy he'd never seen, except for a couple
of pictures sent through the Internet.
He was also going home shaved.
Shaved.
The explanation was easy enough. He'd just decided to
shave and not deal with having to groom body hair.
That was the reason to give the wife. Bryan knew his
wife would buy that. What he'd have a hard time
explaining was why he'd been gone for 4-5 hours and
done it elsewhere. Bryan's owner had left that detail
to Bryan. It helped that Bryan's wife was visiting her
mother that evening, and if he beat her home, he could
say he'd done it at home, but if she was there, he'd
have to figure out when she got home to decided what
to say.
The explanation to the players was something else.
"Tell the players nothing. They'll notice. The
straight ones will say nothing or very little. The gay
players will ask. Get me pictures of the boys who ask.
Make sure they're legal."
His owner was using him to bait his team players.
Bryan was a little upset by this. He'd never touched a
player, and never intended to touch one. He'd had more
than his share of offers. Hell, one father had even
offered his son, knowing the son liked dick. Didn't
bother his dad. He just liked that his son wasn't a
limp-wristed prissy man.
Bryan hit a pothole and the butt plug hardened his
dick more.
He teared up trying to figure out how he'd get away
from the opening game to make his "date" with his
owner.
The schedule said "after the game".
	Bryan thought a bit, "that's kind of broad".
	If the team lost, he could probably leave from the
stadium. If they won, and he expected to win, they'd
want to celebrate, and his wife would want...he had the
e-mail. He'd ask if early Sunday morning would work.
	He was totally humiliated. He hadn't even been
fucked! He'd gotten off being fingered! Like a college
chick.
	Well, like he'd been in college by the geek.
	After Bryan lost a college game, the geek had left a
message for Bryan to visit. He'd walked through the
door, and the geek told him to strip. He'd done it.
	The geek told him to turn around and bend over,
grabbing his ankles.
	He'd done it.
	The geek walked up to him and fingered his ass, just
using a little spit for lube. Bryan had no idea how
long he was in that position.
	He thought the geek got tired of fingering his ass
when he told Bryan to stand.
	The geek disappeared, then returned with a leather
hood. The hood had an opening for the mouth and 2
snap-shut eye patches.
	Without a word, the geek had put the hood on Bryan,
and told him to stand in the middle of the room. It
was a large room that could host 30-40 people, and
soon they started coming in the door.
	Bryan was mortified. Through the eyeholes, he
recognized lots of fellow players, as well as jocks
from other sports. His dick was standing rock hard as
teammates and college jocks came into the house.
	He just stood there.
	Eventually, the geek commanded the group's attention.
Bryan took a look. No girls. What was going on?
	"Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. I'm sure many
of you know each other, and I'm sure you all
appreciate the opportunity I'm presenting you tonight.
	"Before you stands one of my sex toys. Do not remove
his hood. Do not ask him to speak in any manner to
you. Condoms and lube are handy throughout the room.
It swallows. Do anything you want with it. What you do
here, stays here. From the number of you here, I'm
sure you'll appreciate the discretion of myself and
your fellow college mates," the geek said.
	"Oh, and more alcohol is available. There's a frig as
an end table and the kitchen has kegs and the frig is
stocked."
	Bryan stood there for at least 15 minutes before a
guy came up to him.
	"Bend over," the guy said. Bryan hadn't seen him. The
guy was behind him, but the voice sounded familiar.
	The guy walked in front of him and his crotch was eye
level with Bryan's face. The guy unzipped and pulled
his dick out. "Suck it, fag," the guy commanded.
	Bryan took the hardening cock into his mouth without
using his hands. The dick wasn't huge, but it was
sizable enough for Bryan to enjoy.
	The guy muttered things like "fag", "cocksucker" and
"homo" but kept slowly humping his hips.
	"Damn, he's got a hot mouth, guys," the guy said.
	That's when Bryan recognized the voice. It was
Michael Curtis, one of the tightends on the team.
	"He must be a fag; his dick is rock hard," said a
voice belonging to Randall McIntire, the soccer star
player. "I hear fag ass is tighter than pussy."
	"Why don't you find out, Randy?" another voice asked.
Bryan couldn't place it.
	"Hand me some lube, dude," Randall said. Bryan felt
cool lube as Michael's dick slid down his throat. He
heard the rip of packaging, signaling a condom being
opened.
	A minute later, he felt what he presumed was
Randall's cock at Bryan's shitter.
	"Oh, fuck, that's is tight," Randy gasped.
	"Fuck him, man," a guy cheered.
	A hand wrapped around the back of Bryan's head and
Bryan started swallowing his tightend's gooey load.
Bryan held Michael by the hips and kept sucking past
the orgasm, making Michael squirm and Bryan sucked the
sensitive cockhead.
	"Shit! Stop, faggot; please stop," Michael begged,
but didn't try that hard to make Bryan stop.
	Bryan did release him, and his mouth was immediately
filled with another cock. Guy after guy got off down
his throat and up his ass, on and on.
	Bryan didn't even see half the guys that used him,
but he made mental notes of the guys he did. He was
done of the floor, the couch, the kitchen table, and
got fucked into morning in a bedroom.
Bryan noted some other things throughout the night. He
wasn't the only cocksucker and ass-fucked jock that
night, but at least no one knew it was him. The
football center was taking it up the ass. A pair of
the soccer players were swallowing and licking up cum
off other guys.
A hunky, hairy wrestler begged guys to cum on him.
He's suck them and finger their asses.
Guys paired off and disappeared into the several rooms
in the house.
Robert Pence, the star baseball player was the last
guy to use Bryan. Bryan didn't know which room he was
in, but he knew Robert was naked, hairy and kissing
Bryan on the lips, sucking cum off Bryan, cum from the
last blow job that had ended up being anonymous.
Robert spooned into Bryan's back and was sliding his
cock in Bryan's ass crack. "Want some dick, fag boy?"
Robert cooed. "Want my dick?"
Bryan nodded yes. He'd be careful not to talk all
night. Robert was starting to slide his cock up
Bryan's hole, uncovered. Bryan started to move away.
Robert said, "Hold still, jock fag."
Bryan tensed. Did Robert know who he was?
"Na, jock fag, no idea who you are, but there aren't
any guys with a bod like yers that isn't a jock,"
Robert said, then speared Bryan's shitter.
A few minutes later, Bryan felt Robert's cum dribble
out of his ass.
Robert licked down Bryan's back and Bryan felt the
baseball stud's tongue lapping his own juice from
Bryan's shit hole.
A bump in the road jolted Bryan back to reality. It
was his driveway, and the house was dark; no
wife-mobile in sight.
Bryan's team won the game. He'd noted a couple of
seniors overly comment on his bod, and gotten the pix,
and e-mailed them.
His owner had instructed him to come over as soon as
possible, and Bryan pulled in front of his owners
apartment around 1 a.m.
He rang the bell.

To be continued.

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