Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2020 16:08:05 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: Breaking Baker Mayfield - 3

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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry three >

Baker finally admitted to himself that he'd hit rock bottom. The week
before he was due to return to Oklahoma, the unhinged athlete had spent
three nights in a roll in that same dungeon. He'd stopped searching for new
places since that first night sucking all those cock and swallowing all
that cum. He'd return to that same spot a month later, then three weeks
after that, then two weeks. Then a week. Then a few days later. Then the
next night. And the next. And the next.

Though his breakdowns and sobbing fits had stopped, Baker knew this was
truly the last hurrah. He was going to be the starting quarterback for the
Sooners. His face would be on TV, in press conferences; he wanted to win
the Rose Bowl, to win the Heisman, to get drafted into the NFL as number
one pick. In Baker's mind, they were just anonymous cocks. Just cocks and
cum. That's it.

The more Baker suppressed his desires, the harder he worked out. The deeper
he buried the memories of what he'd done, the cockier and fiercer he became
on the field. The harder he fought his urges, the more of a champion he
became. He dared not go back to Texas, even during off season. Instead
opting to train harder, hone his skills, and build a team that'll get him
into the NFL.

He fucked every girl in sight. It was so easy, being a starting quarterback
at OU. Too easy. There were nights after a lousy fuck that Baker would
literally throw his car keys out his window to keep himself on campus. The
hornier he got, the wilder his antics on the field. Cocky, wild, overtly
confident and extremely talented, Baker had the national spotlight on
him. He knew, deep down, he was on an unsustainable trajectory, but his
hunger for success overtook everything.

After three successful seasons at OU, winning the Heisman, and even meeting
his future fiancée, Baker finally cracked. He'd been so good. So
fucking perfect, even with his cocky antics on and off the field... it was
all fine... as long as it wasn't "that"... anything but "that". Everything
was going as he'd planned and worked for. The week of the NFL draft, Baker
cracked.

He was back in Texas. He didn't want to, but his family wanted him there to
celebrate his inevitable draft to the NFL, not to mention his 23rd
birthday, which took place just before the draft picks were announced. It
was suffocating. His fiancée. His parents. His entire extended
family wanted a piece of him that week. He wanted the NFL so badly, he'd
worked so hard these past years. He didn't show it at all, but Baker was a
nervous wreck. He had to drive away, to clear his head. Everything was
under control. He didn't slip up once in these three years. Not once. He
fought so hard. He could control himself now. He wasn't weak anymore. All
out of his system. He just needed space. Just to drive away for a bit, to
be alone from his family for a bit. To...

As soon as Baker saw the XXX sign in the distance, he knew he was
fucked. Three years of repressed hunger and urges busted through that
cracked dam he'd built. He didn't have a chance. No. It was too
close. Everyone knew him in these parts of Texas. Literally everyone. And
he'd never cheat on Emily. Never. But was this cheating? Baker was so
confused. He kept driving mindlessly until hours later he found himself in
that same sex shop from years ago, the one with the basement
dungeon. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Baker hadn't felt this out of control in years. It was like his first time
all over again, how out of depth he felt, how lost, how scared, how horny,
how excited... All the arguments he had with himself... surely nobody out
here followed OU football... surely it was far enough from home, surely,
after that summer, nobody knew or found out or cared, surely that's a fine
now, too?

Before he realized what he'd done, Baker found himself in that same
cubicle, in that basement, in that dungeon. His entire body was
buzzing. The sex shop above was empty - he didn't even see anyone behind
the counter. But that dank, sexy smell of the dark, basement dungeon, the
sticky floors, the stuffy, sweaty musk of a locker room... He didn't even
realize he'd completely stripped naked, as he'd done before all those
times, all those years ago, until he felt his bare feet step in a puddle of
cum as he got on his knees. As soon as a big black cock fell through the
glory hole in front of his face, Baker threw all caution to the wind and
inhaled that cock like his life depended on it.

...

The men watched from their dark corners silently as Baker descended those
stairs. Hoody, OU cap drawn low, shorts... Nike sliders. They weren't sure
if he was the same insatiable stud boy whose mouth they'd all used and
abused, over and over, that summer when they first saw him. Scruffy with
facial hair, broader... beefier... It wasn't until they saw through their
glory holes the jock strip, saw his juicy, plump jock ass and saw how he
swallowed that big black cock, that the men realized their hotshot kid had
returned.

They all had haunted the dungeon every night for weeks and months after
Baker's last bender, hoping to catch the young jock in action again. Some
remembered the kid, and the new guys just wanted to use the young stud they
saw devouring cock in front of them. Baker was beefier now, thicker,
broader, but his baby face, despite the scruff, was unmistakeable. Nor was
the furious, desperate way he sucked cock. How he knelt there, his sigh of
relief when a big black cock plopped out in front of him, how he wasted no
time whatsoever before gagging and chocking on the giant member.

How submissive he was, how obedient. How he worshipped that big black cock
with his tongue, how he relished in tasting it, smelling it, rubbing his
face all over it. His YES SIR's. His UNH HUHN's. His whimpers. His
groans. His grunts. His compliance with everything the owner of that big
black cock demanded of him. To deep throat. To lick. To slobber. To
choke. To gag. How easily his boyish face took a pounding. How his
accommodating throat opened up almost immediately, despite a few moments of
struggle at the beginning. How eager he was to stroke other cocks that fell
out of other glory holes. How his muscular glutes jiggled as his throat got
brutally pounded. How his six-inch, beer-can cock stood straight up with
that upward curve, dripping wet despite him never touching it once. How
focused he was on sucking cock, on stroking cock, on pleasing the men on
the other side of those walls. How his thick, muscular torso became
drenched in sweat instantly, how he shook and trembled from head to toe
when he finally managed swallowed his first load in years. How he gasped
and panted for air as he kept stroking the two cocks on either side of him,
how he whispered THANK YOU SIR over and over again as he rubbed his face
all over the cummy cock and drool-covered balls before hungrily sucking
every drop dry.

One man watched Baker in disbelief from from his little peep hole. He was
there that summer when that little cock whore of a kid showed up out of
nowhere. He'd used that mouth and throat so many times, especially those
last consecutive nights like so many of these men, that he was stunned to
realize, tonight, years later, that his suspicions all this time were
true. Baker Mayfield. It was him. The man had thought that cock slut kid
bore striking resemblance to the now infamous OU athlete but had long
dismissed the notion as an impossible fantasy. But here, through the side
glory hole, even with nearly no light whatsoever, he could see Baker's cum-
and saliva-covered face clearly... there was no doubt. The OU cap. The OU
shorts rumpled in the corner. The kid had even worn Sooners tank top on
numerous occasions before. Baker. Fucking. Mayfield. A few nights away from
the NFL draft. On his knees. Swallowing his first load of the night and
panting THANK YOU SIR before resuming to suck every drop dry. The man
watched, wondering if anyone else had the same realization he just
had. Second cock. Second load. Third cock. Third load.

...

High as a kite from fresh cum and buzzing with uncontrollable, pent up
excitement, Baker suddenly felt the tense energy escalating all around and
beyond his four confining walls. Cheers made him suck harder, jeers made
him stroke faster, slobber more, gag more, choke more. It took Baker
minutes of voracious abandon to realize that, the sudden eruption of hoots
and hollers were for someone else when he heard the door behind him shut
close and lock. The heat of another person's body filled the small space.

Baker froze. Panic set in. He thought he'd locked the door as usual. He
dared not turn around, and a decent-sized white cock throbbed in his
mouth. He couldn't bring himself to turn around, to flee. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

"Keep sucking, boy..."

The tense sexual energy in that entire dark dungeon, in the adjoining
corridors and cubicles surrounding Baker, nearly boiled
over. Electricity. Sexual tension. Game changer. Baker didn't know what to
do. Sheer, horny panic. Can other's see me? All he could do was keep
sucking like that man behind him said to do. He ignored the intruder's
presence with all his will power. He sucked harder. His eyes shut tightly
as he gagged and choked as he forced every inch of the decent seven-inch
cock down his throat, his hands gripping the sticky walls for support,
desperate to service the cock to completion before he made his escape.

Suddenly, with a choked whimper due to the cock in his throat, Baker felt
the the man behind him grab both of his wrists, painfully twisting and
quickly pinning them against his back. Before Baker could react, to spit
that cock out of his throat, to fight and kick that man's ass, a leather
belt tightly wrapped around Baker's wrists. Stunned by how strong that man
was, Baker felt a large, rough hand grip the back of his neck as he felt
the belt tighten around his wrists.

"Don't stop now, son."

"UGHN! UGN!!! UGHNN!" Baker was on the brink of a total meltdown. He
struggled for balance, to stand up, to spit that cock out, to fucking
flee. But no, before he could get a grasp on what to do, the man was
shoving Baker back down on that cock, gripping his neck so tight and
slamming his face back down on that cock and glory hole so hard a long
strand of precum leaked from Baker's rock-hard cock. The athlete gagged,
choked, slobbered, gasping for air before getting his mouth and throated
impaled again on that cock in front of him. "UGHN! GUHN! GUHN!!!"

This time, the man held Baker down on that cock. Baker could barely breathe
when he suddenly felt that cock in his throat swell. The wall and glory
hole shook against his forehead as another load erupted down his
throat. Baker's entire body convulsed, writhed as he struggled to breathe
and swallow.

"Suck him dry. Come on, boy... suck him dry..." The man eased up on Baker's
neck, and immediately the jock complied, gasping for air, with tears
streaming down his cheeks, sucking on the quickly deflating cock. "What do
you say, boy?"

"UGHN! UHGHN! Thank... thank you... sir...!" Baker panted and whispered. So
scared. So hard. So horny.

"Can't hear you, son..."

"UGHN!" Baker gasped, feeling a hard, rough hand strike his bare
ass. Again. And again. And again, and again, before Baker screamed at the
top of his lungs: "UGHN! UGHN! GUHN! THANK... THANK YOU SIR!!!!!!!!"

"Good boy..."

"You... you can't do this..." Baker begged. His head hung low. He was in
tears. His ass stung. He could feel the man pulling on the belt, tightening
it around his wrists even more. His everything was crumbling around
him. His safe place... he could, for the first time, see bright, hungry
eyes through all the other glory holes leering hungrily at him. "Please..."

"You fucking faggot... keep sucking... you love a big black cock don't
you?" The man pulled Baker up by his neck again. Everyone surrounding the
cubicle saw Baker lick his cummy lips instinctively as a giant, footlong,
turgid black cock fell out of the glory in from of hip, practically
smacking Baker in the face. "You want that big black cocks, don't you,
son?"

"..."

"Can't hear you, boy..."

"Yes..."

"Yes what?!" The man struck Baker's ass again.

"UGHN! Yes... I want it..." Baker whispered. "UGHNN!!"

"Can't hear you, faggot."

"UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! YES I WANT THIS BIG BLACK COCK! UGHN!" Baker was shaking
with rage and humiliation. He was practically pissing precum now.

"Well, get on it now, slut..."

Baker groaned. He whimpered. He gasped. As he slobbered over the giant,
footlong black cock in front of his face, his entire body suddenly twitched
and writhed uncontrollably. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his
long toes curled. He'd never experienced this before. Ever. He felt so
violated. So exposed. So vulnerable. So used. So humiliated. So
confused. So... hard.

The man had started eating Baker's virgin hole out as voraciously as Baker
sucked and worshipped that big black cock. Judging by Baker's reaction, the
man could only surmise that the athlete was either a total, absolute power
bottom pig, or he was a total ass virgin. The way Baker arched his back
with every probe of the tongue on his ass hole, how his entire body
quivered with every slurpy lick up and down his hairy ass crack, how Baker
started slamming his face and throat down on that footlong, harder, faster,
and deeper with every vigorous munch and sloppy slurp of his pink hole...

"That's it, boy... that's it little pussy boy..." The man started licking
Baker all over...tasting the sweet, musky sweat on his neck, the back of
his ears as Baker writhed and moaned while gagging on that footlong cock.

"UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!" Baker suddenly spat out that big black cock and
cried out. "GUHN! WAIT! PLEASE! STOP! STOP! UGHNN! GUHNN!!"

"Don't you keep sucking. You wanted that big black cock, didn't you, son?
You begged for it."

"(UGHN! UGHN! UGHN!!!)" With his cried muffled by the cock lodged once
again, Baker's whole body buckled and shook tensely and wildly as the man
grabbed him by his neck and impaled throat deeper onto that
cock. Simultaneously, the man had shoved two fingers into Baker's
hole. Damn. Maybe this kid really is an ass virgin, the man thought to
himself, feeling the hot, tightness of Baker's unbelievably tight hole
fight desperately to reject his fingers.

"Open up, boy... open up you little fucking piece of shit..." With more
spit, the man managed to pry Baker's hole open with the two fingers. The
kid was crying, screaming bloody murder between ever gasp of air before
getting his face shoved back on that cock. Baker's body was buckling and
shaking, feverish with sweat and reactively trying to crawl away from the
painful intrusion. "Don't you run away from me, boy. Open up!"

It hurt so badly. Baker couldn't believe what was happening. He was getting
face fucked as fast and furiously as fingers were painfully shoved in and
out of his hole with matching pace. It was only when, feeling that familiar
sensation of a giant black cock swell in his throat, that Baker knew he was
done for. So much cum was shot down his throat that he felt like he was
drowning. Feeling that man roughly pull his him back by his throat, Baker
felt the satisfying sensation of cum splattering all over his face and
chest and belly. So. Much. Cum. His ass was burning as he managed to wrap
his cummy-wet lips around that erupting black cock and kept sucking with
wild abandon, and resignation, as he endured the sting of that man's
fingers probing his virgin hole. He wanted to break down sobbing as he'd
done many times before, but he knew deep down, despite scared shitless, he
actually maybe wanted it. All of it. Right there. Right then.

"Come on... smell your hole... taste your own pussy, boy... Lick it
clean... lick it clean, boy..." The man withdrew his fingers from Baker's
quivering hole and shoved them in the quarterback's wet, cum-coated
mouth. "Suck on it... good boy! Lick my fingers clean..."

Baker shut his eyes tightly and sucked on that man's fingers and licked his
hand like it was a big black cock. The raunchy, dirty smell of his own ass
on that man's fingers, which were shoved in his mouth over and over, made
Baker gag and cough and gasp... his cock bouncing and leaking nonstop. The
man suddenly clasped his hand over Baker's mouth and wrapped his other hand
tightly around on Baker's hot, leaking cock, stroking the beer-can jock
cock rough and hard, tightening his hand over Baker's moaning mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby boy... I'm gonna breed this fat white
ass of yours..." The man whispered for everyone to hear, licking Baker's
neck, biting it, feeling the thick, muscled body shake and that cock throb
and flex in his hand. "You want it bad, don't you, boy? Sucking cock isn't
enough for you, is it, faggot? You're gonna get your ass filled tonite,
son..."

"(NO! UGHN UHN! UHNN UHNN! PLEASE! UGHN! UGHNN!)" Baker shook his head
violently and begged desperately through the man's hand, with more tears
welling up in his big, panicked eyes; his body thrashed wildly under that
man's control. writhing and buckling with every furious stroke of that
man's hand... Suddenly, just a few seconds into that man roughly pumping
his cock and muffling his mouth, Baker threw his head back, grunting and
whimpering into the man's hand as squirt after squirt of thick cum erupted
from his cock, drenching his abs and chest. "(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!
UGHNNN!!!!!)"

To be continued...

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