Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2021 22:08:46 -0400
From: ArILeo <mtlarileo@gmail.com>
Subject: What Happens in the Locker Room...

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction and all actions
depicted in it should be treated as such. The author does not condone
any form of violence, whether physical, sexual, or psychological,
except if done with clear informed consent from all parties. All
characters and events depicted in this story are the object of the
author's imagination. While some events might be inspired by personal
experience or other media, resemblance to real people is purely
coincidental.

M/m; Dom/sub; High schoolers; Underwear sniffing; Imagined group sex;
Throat Fucking; Verbal humiliation; Discipline; Spit; Cum; Piss;
Edging.

What Happens in the Locker Room...

Tom should have been studying or hanging out with friends, yet there he was
once again, jerking off, alone in the locker room. Of all places at school,
this certainly was his favorite spot to pleasure himself. He had gotten
used to sneaking in there after the football team had a match or practice,
making sure all the guys were gone, just to get off to the tang of manly
odor. Depending on his luck, he would sometimes come in to find a forgotten
jockstrap or some other piece of sweat-drenched clothing that he would
eagerly sniff while imagining the whole team using him like the good bitch
he was.

That day, as Tom was quietly sneaking into the empty locker room, he was
thrilled to see someone had left an entire sport bag full of dirty clothes
and equipment. His cock was grew in his pants while he sat next to it and
started digging through the used gear. After a couple seconds, he found the
reward he was expecting: a worn jock stained with sweat. Slowly, he started
to unbutton his tight jeans with one hand, and brought the dirty underwear
to his face.

As he took a first whiff, the boy immediately felt intoxicated by the
overwhelming spicy masculine musk. He could feel his already firm cock
leaking in his tight briefs. That salty yet somewhat funky fragrance that
he was craving for never missed to turn him into a horny mess, ready to get
naked and serve real men. Keeping the jock to his nose, he pulled his pants
down and started caressing his wet bulge before sliding a hand in his
underwear.  He could already imagine himself surrounded by the entire team,
naked and on all fours, being fucked in the mouth and the ass while
imploringly looking at the guys jerking off waiting for their turn.

("Look at that little faggot," was saying one of the buffer guys. "He
thinks his puppy eyes will make us stop!"

"Or... he's just begging for more!"

Tom grabbed his shaft and started stroking it, still sniffing the
jock. Lost in his fantasy, he was moving his hips, tightening and relaxing
his hole in rhythm with the motion.

"Guys, he needs a second cock to fill his mouth."

"And I need myself some twink's head," was grunting one of the captors,
getting closer. "Open wider for daddy's cock."

"Pfweave... nho..."

"Yeah, I know you want it! Open up!"

SLAP! The sound resonated in the room as someone struck his ass. Tom
imagined opening his mouth wider to accommodate the second dick, gagging
loudly while his sore ass was still being fucked.)

Kneeling alone on the locker room floor, he picked up the pace, getting
ever hornier. By now his hand was sticky with precum, lubricating his
movement. As he was rubbing the dirty jock on his face, falling deeper into
his fantasy, the boy noticed an acrid and pungent smell that made him
shiver in excitement.

"Fuck! Whoever was wearing this must've been leaking piss," he thought.

Tom had always been turned on by the idea of being pissed on, or better,
being forced to drink piss. He naturally tended to be quite subby as a
bottom, but had never dared fulfilling his deepest, kinkiest fantasies,
including to serve as someone else's urinal.

Intoxicated by the piss aroma, he immediately fell back into his horny
trance.

(Two guys were standing at the urinals on the side, pissing and angled to
look at the boy being used by their teammates.

"Can't wait to have him slurp the last drops from my hose," was saying one
of them.

"Bro, you gonna make him lick the piss off of it?"

"Fuck yeah! He's our obedient bitch, that's what he's here for. I bet he'd
drink it right from the tap if we made him do it. And he'd be begging for
more!"

"Nho! Pfleahe, nwot dhat! Shtofp!"

"Shut the fuck up and keep gagging!" ordered one of the guys brutally
reaming his mouth.

"Hurk...Ghogr..." Tom couldn't help but make distorted noises.

"That's it bitch. Show us what a good cocksucker you are..."

"Dude, this is some tight ass," was gasping the guy relentlessly banging
the bottom's hole. "He's gonna make me nut too fast!"

"Then let me stretch it a bit while you calm down that boner..."

Tom was imagining the guy behind him slowly pulling out, only giving his
poor hole a second of respite before being filled again by an even thicker
cock.

So vivdly taken in his dream he was almost crying out for real.

"Hooowwnnnnnng!"

"Yeah, pussyboy, I'll make you howl," was whispering the new top in his ear
while starting to fuck him, stretching his helpless hole. "You two make
sure to keep his mouth full. We wouldn't want him to be too loud."

"Don't worry, he's too busy catching a breath!"

"And gargling in his own throat juice... ain't it bitch?")

Tom could feel his whole body tensing up as he was jerking up faster and
faster, sniffing the used jock as deep as he could. The images in his mind
were also starting to pop up more erratically, jumping from one to another:
the top's sweaty balls rhythmically slapping against his taint, the thick
meat hitting just the right spots inside ; the slimy drool flowing from his
sore mouth, mercilessly fucked by two more dicks ; his own hard cock
leaking precum ; the remaining teammate surrounding them, slowly stroking
their own cocks, laughing.

By this point, Tom was breathing loudly, and every muscle in his legs and
arms were stiff with the intensity. He could feel his balls throbbing,
getting closer to climax. The jock was hard pressed against his face, as he
was trying to inhale every whiff of sweat and piss he could. His every
movement was fully focused on a single thing, while his mind was racing
through quick frames of raunch: his abused wet mouth, red hand marks on his
butt, guys pissing at the urinal, a stretched hole getting cruelly
molested...

His entire body was now shaking; this was now a one-way trip...

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"

Tom was startled by the surprisingly loud voice, not sure if it was real or
not. As intense as the fantasy was, it suddenly burst, only to be replaced
by utter panic. As he opened his eyes, he was terrified to see a tall
figure standing in front of the closing locker room door.

Dustin Cole, one of the linemen, and the object of some of Tom's many
fantasies, was staring down at him, frozen in his motion. He was wearing a
tight t-shirt revealing his chiseled upper-body, with arms probably as
thick as the twink's legs. As he lay kneeling there half naked, one hand
still pressing a dirty jock to his face, his shrinking dick in the other,
Tom felt totally mortified. The boy couldn't help but imagine the worst:
he'd probably get beaten up by one of the toughest - though hottest - guys
at school and could kiss his reputation goodbye. In a couple hours, he'd be
known by everyone as a creepy underwear-sniffing faggot and lose all
dignity. The two guys kept staring at each other for agonizing seconds
before Dustin broke the silence:

"What the fuck! I come back to get my bag and I find a random faggot
sniffing my underwear... that shit's fucked up!"

Tom shut his eyes while mentally bracing for a punch that would come any
second.

"That shit's fucked up," repeated Dustin. "...But fortunately for you, that
shit's also turning me on!"

While Tom was too busy imagining his social life falling apart, he hadn't
noticed the growing shape in Dustin's loose sweatpants.

"I'm not a fag like you but passing this opportunity would just be a
waste."

"Please, that's not what you think! I, I..."

"Oh, that's very well what I think it is! I've got a perv right in front of
me who's ready to do anything to save himself, right? Either you do as I
say, or you know what I do next," added Dustin, bringing a clenched fist
up. "Besides, I'm in need of a good blowjob. Girls around here don't seem
to know shit about sucking cock. I'm sure a homo like you can do better
taking it all."

By now, Dustin's hard dick was forming a long bulge in his pants. He
clearly wasn't wearing anything underneath. He quickly turned away towards
the door. For a second, Tom was sure he was about to open it and yell
something out. To his amazement, the bully shut the lock and turned back to
look at him. The boy's mind was still racing, but through all the confusion
he could feel the excitement growing back. His exposed cock was getting
harder and he was starting to think this was a fair deal for not getting a
broken nose, while also fulfilling a fantasy.

"We've had class together, right? What's your name again? Todd? Tim?
Whatever... right now you're just a good little bitch ready to serve me."

Hearing these words, Tom suddenly felt his dick get rock hard and leak
pre-cum.

"Yeah you like that don't you, little cocksucker," said Dustin as he was
slowly walking toward the kneeling twink like a predator approaching a
helpless prey.

He stopped right in front of his face, putting a heavy hand on the boy's
head. Tom could smell the fresh linen odor of the clean sweatpants, pierced
by a subtle musky tang.

"Rub your face on my crotch."

Hesitantly at first, Tom started rubbing his nose on the bulge. Guided by
Dustin's hand, he began using his whole face, quickly caressing the whole
length with his forehead, cheeks and lips. The heady smell was getting
stronger, only adding to Tom's willingness to do as he was told. He started
sniffing deeply, like he did with the jock.

"Yeah, that's it faggot, sniff it all in, show me how much you want it."

The boy slowly opened his mouth, following the long shape of the shaft
through the fabric and trying to feel the tip with his tongue. As he kept
rubbing and licking the bulge, Dustin's hand firmly grabbed his brown hair
and forced his face deeper into the crotch, keeping him there for a couple
seconds before pulling back. With his other hand he quickly pulled down his
sweatpants to his feet.

There it was, pointing toward Tom's eyes. At least 8 inches of girthy
glory, thick enough to stretch any mouth. The pubes were naturally short,
much darker than the dark blond of Dustin's hair, and was covering a pair
of rather big, loose-hanging balls. Tom couldn't hide his desires anymore,
his already open mouth betraying his horniness.

"You like what you see, don't you? I'm sure you couldn't even dream that
you'd see it from that close. I've made many chicks suck on it but none of
them could take it the way I want. I'm giving you the chance to do
better. Maybe I won't tell what you did here if you please me. Don't
disappoint!"

There was a short silence, as Tom was looking up at Dustin.

"Well, what do we say?!" grunted the jock, yanking back the twink's hair
again.

"Uhh... Thank you..." hesitantly replied Tom.

Suddenly he felt a hard slap on his cheek that left a warm feeling.

"Thank you, who?!" snapped Dustin.

"Thank you, Sir!"

"That's better, faggot! Don't forget it."

Before he even finished saying this, he rammed his cock in Tom's mouth,
using his hand to push down. Out of surprise, the boy gagged as his lips
and jaw were stretched. For the next few seconds all he could feel was the
non-stop thrusting of the shaft making its way down his throat. He couldn't
help but let out deep gargles with each motion and closed his eyes trying
not to gag too much. Dustin pulled out for a few seconds, letting Tom take
a drooly breath.

"Uh-uh, don't close your eyes like a wuss. You keep looking up at me while
I fuck your throat."

And he started the ramming again, pushing ever deeper. Tom's blue-grey eyes
were locked with Dustin's gaze. Kneeling and forced to keep looking up at
his captor as his mouth was being raped, he felt totally powerless. That
feeling of complete submissiveness certainly was one of the best he ever
had. Despite the humiliation and the discomfort, he didn't want to be
anywhere else and was hornier than ever. Under the constant pressure to his
throat, only getting seconds here and there to breathe, the sub started to
feel tears coming up and running down his cheeks.

"That's a good cocksucker. You're crying, but I see in your begging eyes
that you enjoy being treated like this, don't you?"

"Heh Hir!", replied Tom through his filled mouth.

"Yeah, that's what a little fag slut like you deserves," added Dustin with
a sneer.

Overwhelmed by his horniness and slowly spacing out, Tom brought his hand
back to his own leaking dick and started stroking it. Just as his motion
was getting in sync with the fat cock moving back and forth in his mouth,
He felt Dustin's hand violently pulling on his hair, forcing Tom to jerk
his head back.

"Did I say you could jerk off while sucking me?", angrily said Dustin as he
used a leg to push the boy's hand away from his dick. "I'm the one with the
real cock here. You're here to please me, and me only. You're obviously
having too much fun with this already. It wouldn't be a good lesson if you
weren't suffering a bit."

"Sorry...Sir!", gasped Tom.

"You're making a mess with that throat juice."

The hard face fucking had made Tom drool quite a lot, and the thick liquid
was covering his chin, slowly dripping down.

"Arms behind your back. You don't move them until I tell you to."

Still staring up at the Dom, he quickly obeyed, crossing his arms on his
back.

"Good bitch. Now you won't be tempted to touch yourself."

Dustin took his spit-covered cock and started rubbing it all over Tom's
face, who could feel getting all wet and sticky.

"I think you look much better like this. Mind if I add some of mine? Open
up!"

Tom opened his mouth wide. Dustin positioned his head right above him,
sucked his cheeks in, and let out a long, gooey streak of spit. It slowly
landed just above the boy's upper lip, some of it flowing down into his
mouth. This degrading surprise made Tom's horniness even more
unmanageable. He desperately wanted to relieve himself, and was so on edge
that a simple touch would've made him cum. Instead, his throbbing dick
started leaking even more, adding to the mess of spit and precum already
dotting the floor. The twink awkwardly swallowed the gift.

"Thank you, Sir..."

"You're learning quickly, bitch. Now, back to it."

Tom barely took a decent breath before Dustin's cock invaded his mouth
again. The jerk was so sudden that the shaft made its way deep into his
throat, making him let out a loud gag. Both of Dustin's hands were now
forcing the sub to stay in that predicament, one holding his hair, the
other tightly grasping his jaw. As Tom was gagging with his nose
hard-pressed into the short pubes, the top let his head fall back with a
deep moan:

"Hnnngghhaaaaawwwwww yeah! That's the way I like it! Fags suck so much
better than bitches!"

He pulled back, finally letting Tom breathe. The boy only had time to cough
before the mouth fucking resumed. By now the boy's throat was sore, but he
could barely feel it in his hazy state. He was still looking up at Dustin's
sneery gaze, but his own watery stare was blank. He was totally devoted to
pleasing this real man with nothing in return. His last remains of dignity
had vanished; he had become a cocksucking slut in Dustin's eyes, and that
fact filled him with utter satisfaction.

"Shit, what are you doing in school? You are meant to suck cock. I'm sure
there are plenty of rich dudes who'd pay to have a bitch like you at their
disposal."

Normally Tom would've been insulted, but right now, each word was echoing
in his mind, and he couldn't help but agree to them.

The whole thing kept going for a while, Dustin steadily thrusting his cock
into the sub's throat, only pausing to let him catch his breath and spit
the overflowing drool out. At a certain point, the pace started to quicken,
and Dustin was breathing more heavily. Tom felt the thick cock getting
stiffer in his mouth. He was getting ready for the explosion in his
throat. The top's grunts were growing louder, barely covered by the deep
gargles and moans coming from the sub. The boy was so excited he was almost
feeling like he was nearing climax too. He could feel Dustin's entire body
starting to shake as he was being forced to work his shaft all the way down
to his pubes. Any second now...

"I'm gonna nut!"

Tom closed his eyes despite Dustin's order, to make sure he'd be able to
down the load. He started to feel the cock throbbing and was expecting to
have it pushed in deep as it was juicing. Instead, Dustin forcefully pulled
out, turned to the side and jerked himself as a thick flow of cum spewed
several feet away landing on the tile floor. His entire body was tensing
and arching, some cum still shooting out in sync with his deep
grunts. Moments later, his seed was forming a long dotted streak on the
locker room floor. Tom, still kneeling with his arms crossed behind his
back, his dick hard as ever, had a proud look of accomplishment mixed with
a lust for more. His pleading eyes wouldn't get him anything.

"Holy shit! That was incredible. Who knew I'd cum like that thanks to a
faggot," said Dustin, catching his breath. Turning back to Tom he added:
"what are you waiting for, slut? Clean it up!"

The boy leaned toward the semi-hard cock and quickly licked the remaining
drops that had gathered at its tip, making sure to make the mandatory eye
contact with Dustin. After a few seconds, He felt his hair being pulled
back, right before he was pushed to the floor.

"ALL of it, ungrateful bitch!"

Tom crawled on all four towards the mess next to him, lowering his
head. Just as his tongue was about lick it, the jock interrupted him:

"Wait! I've got something for you, since you like sniffing dirty
underwear. I'll see how desperate you are."

With that, he took his now flaccid but still quite sizable cock, aimed it
toward the cum-covered floor, and let out a small flow of piss. It started
to form a pale-yellow puddle that engulfed the cum streak, barely mixing
with the thickened semen. It covered part of the floor around a shocked
Tom, wetting the boy's knees and feet before stopping.

As he was pissing, Dustin let out a long sigh of relief. After letting the
last drops out, he looked at the twink for couple second before saying:

"Well... you know what to do."

Tom's heart was racing. As much as he was turned on, this was a lot more
than what he thought he could handle. He kept looking back and forth
between Dustin and the mix of piss and cum in front of him. The muscular
top stood there, inflexible. He was not joking. The boy had no
choice. Focusing on his own horniness, he put his hands in the puddle and
leaned down. The smell was the same one he sniffed on the jockstrap, only
it was much stronger and pungent. He had to repress a gag-reflex as his
tongue touched the floor. The immediate taste was salty and bitter, but the
familiar flavor of cum was still present. He could do this! He started to
lick the cum eagerly, his chin, lips and nose bathing in piss.

"That shit's nasty AF!" said Dustin, who in the meantime, had taken his
phone out and started filming. "You really are a dirty pig. Don't worry,
this won't go out...if you agree to let me use your mouth again in the
future. Unlimited BJs, whenever I want. Sounds fair?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Tom between two licks, totally resigned.

"Right on. Anyway, it's either this, or I show the entire school what a
cum-eating piss faggot you are."

As the reality of the situation hit him, Tom could feel anger boiling
up. How could he have gotten himself into this? How could he have let his
horniness lead him to the locker room only to find this... irresistible
dirty underwear? To be caught in the act of jacking off to it, and then
forced to let a merciless top... achieve his deepest fantasy of utter
submission? How could he have agreed to service this... hot, hung guy, and
now lick his delicious cum and intoxicating piss? Fuck! His anger couldn't
take over his craving, his need to submit to real men. He was a submissive
slut, and deep down, he was proud of it.

With this new surge of excitement, Tom quickened the pace, licking like a
thirsty pup. His full face was now drenched in piss and he was swallowing
some of it with each gulp of cum he was cleaning off the floor. His cock
was still rock-hard and ready to shoot. Once he was finished licking and
gulping the pissy cum, the sub turned back to Dustin, catching his breath
while a mix of urine and spit was dripping from his nose, chin and hair. As
the Dom was still filming, the twink looked up and hazily said:

"Thank you, Sir, for letting me eat your cum and piss,"

"Holy fuck! I knew some people were into that kinky shit, but I'd never
imagine I'd find a slut who'd go that far. This was probably the dirtiest
thing I've ever seen, and I've filmed it all!"

Not at all phased by Dustin's blackmailing, Tom could only focus on his
raging need for release:

"Please, Sir, I can't hold it anymore! I'm begging you to let me cum too!"

"I'm no homo, fag. I don't wanna see you get off to this," snapped
Dustin. "Once I'm gone, you're free to do all the gay shit you want."

While speaking, the Top had pulled his sweatpants back up and grabbed his
sports bag from the bench, heading towards the door. He unlocked it and
turned back to Tom, who was still kneeling in the middle of the puddle of
piss that was slowly flowing down the drain.

"So we have a deal, right? BJs whenever I want, or else..." He waved his
phone as a threat. "I'll make good use of that throat. Who knows, maybe
I'll even share you with the rest of the team, if they'd like to relax
after practice or a game. Wouldn't you beg for that?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, sir," agreed Tom, trying to hide his sudden
excitement at the prospect by faking anguish and resignation.

"Good little slut. I'll let you know when I want to use you," said Dustin
with satisfaction, before adding: "By the way, keep that jock to worship,
and remember how much you need my cock. I don't wanna touch that dirty piss
rag anyway."

Following the Dom's line of sight, Tom saw the dirty jock he had sniffed
soaked in piss next to him. When he turned his head back to the door, he
only saw it slowly closing. For the next couple seconds, there was a heavy
silence that was only disturbed by the sound of the shutting door. It
resonated in the room around a horny piss-drenched Tom, left alone with a
raging boner, yearning for more cocks to serve.

The sudden sound brought him back to his senses. His first instinct was of
course to work his own cock and relieve all the pent-up horniness, but his
inner submissiveness just made it feel wrong to cum. After all, wasn't he
Dustin's suckboy, now? And wouldn't he regret everything he did, once he
came?

His disciplined sub side taking over his urge, Tom decided he would keep
torturing himself with the thought and excitement of the event, making it
linger like a bittersweet aftertaste. He was still kneeling in the puddle
of piss, covered in bodily fluids. At this point, falling even lower
wouldn't change anything, so the boy turned his attention back to the
soaked jock. This otherwise disgusting piece of dirty underwear was like a
sacred relic for Tom, a memento of the achievement of his deep
desires. Dustin told him to worship it, and the sub intended to obey.

He took the jockstrap and clumped into his hand. He felt it dripping with
the warm liquid and considered it for a moment, as if taking a good breath
before diving deeper into decadence. In a mechanical motion Tom rubbed the
jock all over his face, pressing to let the piss out. As he did, he started
playing with the head of his dick, making his hand all sticky with the
oozing precum. While he licked his slippery fingers, his tongue caught
drops of piss. Tasting it, he felt a sudden urge to get more, so he
re-soaked the underwear in the puddle, brought it above his open mouth, and
wrung it. His mouth filled with the yellow liquid that he swished around
with his tongue, savoring the rousing bitter taste. At the same time, he
got back to very slowly caressing his cock, which was enough to get him
closer to cumming.

His entire body was trembling with excitement, his balls were crying for
release. The previous minutes were rushing through his mind: the merciless
face fucking he had to endure while sustaining Dustin's verbal humiliation,
followed by the cum licking and piss that was still filling his
mouth. These vivid images and gentle touch on his cock quickly brought him
to the edge, as he could feel his balls throbbing and his asshole
clenching. His breath was getting short and His limbs tense as he neared
the plunge.

In one fell swoop he pulled away the caressing hand with the other while
swallowing the piss in one big gulp. The rush of excitement radiating from
his throat was unbearable as it didn't come with the expected release. Tom
was on the verge of tears, mouth wide open, feeling like something clicked
in his mind. He was now a piss-addict, a cum-whore and would remain so for
the rest of his life, always craving real men's cum and piss like the good
slut he was turning into.

For those few seconds, it was like time halted and space expanded. It took
long for the boy to come back to reality and he felt like he was waking up
from a deep, disturbing sleep. Only then did he realize how sore his jaw
and throat were. Looking around, Tom also realized his shirt was all wet
and his briefs were also soaked. With great indifference, He took his shirt
off, went to a shower stall and quickly rinsed himself. The hot water
running on his face was helping him get a grip back on his situation. He
was now forced to serve a man he wouldn't dare oppose, but he strangely
felt at peace with it, as if he always knew he would eventually end up in
such a posture. As he showered, some water was streaming on his sensitive
dick, but the sub didn't care. He wouldn't come tonight, nor tomorrow. He
wanted to preserve the rushing excitement he had felt debasing himself like
he just did.

Turning the water off, Tom patted himself dry as much as he could with his
shirt and pants, wrung his briefs to get rid of some piss, did the same
with the jock and got dressed. His wet clothes and underwear wouldn't dry
quickly, so he would have to skip his next classes to get changed, avoiding
people on his way home. The piss smell emanating from him would be hard to
explain. He then gently put the precious jock in an empty pocket of his
backpack that he then picked up before turning back towards the stage of
his transformation. Except for the smell and wet floor, nothing would lead
anyone to believe a scene worthy of a hardcore fetish porno had happened
here.

With that secret thought, Tom darted out of the locker room, leaving
someone else to clean the mess of his birth as a total and utter slaveboy.


This is the very first story I ever wrote and post, after much hesitation
and many edits. I finally felt ready to share it. Feedback and comments
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