Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 12:09:45 -0500
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: breaking baker mayfield - 4

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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry four >

"WAIT! PLEASE... PLEASE.. DON'T... NOT... NOT THAT... PLEASE! UGHN! UGHN!"
Baker could feel the man behind him and squealed and whimpered, gasping for
air. He'd never heard his own voice so shrill, so whiny, so girlish...

"Come on... don't fight it, faggot. Open up. Open up...!" The man scooped
up the quarterback's fresh cum from his belly and rubbed it all over his
cock and hole. With one brutal push, the man shoved his ten-inch cock
half-way inside Baker, who heard himself scream and shriek pathetically,
all the while desperately trying to shake off his abuser. The man leaned in
to the panting, whining quarterback, gripping one hand around the athlete's
throat and another clasping his cummy lips, and whispered so softly only
Baker could hear, "(Come on... Baker... take it, Baker... open up for
daddy, Baker... or I tell the whole world what a faggot you are, Baker...)"

`FUCK HIM!"

"FUCK THAT KID!"

"FUCK HIS ASS GOOD!"

Baker wished desperately he could just black out, but he could hear his own
muffled, girlish cries against the taunting of
everyone. Devastation. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Regret. It's over. It's
all over. Someone knows. The secret's out... He wanted to crawl into a hole
or just to die, but he had no choice. He couldn't breathe. Baker had never
felt such pain... such violation and abuse. His red and raw cock bounced
between his legs, flicking last drops of his load every which way.

Feverish and shaking and gasping for air, Baker shut his eyes as he felt
the hands tighten around his throat and mouth, roughly pulling his torso
back and making the future NFL quarterback arch his back as the athlete
struggled in his wrist restraint. Tears trickled down his boyish face and
soaking the man's hand as he grunted and groaned with every millimeter of
cock brutally snaking into his hole, feeling the incredible pain of
penetration, feeling his ass stretch open for the first time, the
indescribable feeling of getting split into two. Feeling his
recently-drained cock grow harder and harder with every micrometer of cock
invading his ass; feeling fresh cum boil in his balls as the man pulled
harder on his mouth and throat, as the jeering and the shouting around him
became louder and louder.

"That's it... scream, boy..." The man maintained his steady pace and began
pushing in and pulling out to feel Baker's tight, hot ring clench around
his mushroom cock head before shoving back inside, probing deeper with
every agonizing thrust. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight Baker was,
how that beefy, sweaty body writhed and trembled, how that iron-tight hole
clamped down so desperately hard on every inch of his cock he thought
Baker's hole might snap his cock in half. He leaned into the struggling
quarterback, tightening his grasps on the jock's mouth and throat, and
whispered so deep and low only Baker could've heard him. "(Take it,
Baker... You fuckin' pussy boy... Take it like a champ, Baker... Don't you
fight me... You open up, Baker... Open up... Be a good boy... Baker... Or
else...)"

"(I... I... UGHN! UGHN! I... UGHN! PLEASE! GUHN!!!! PLEASE!! NO! UGHN! OH
GOD!!! GUHN! UGHNN! UGHN!!!!)" Baker felt something break inside him,
something snap. He began sobbing and screaming at the top of his lungs into
the man's hand as he felt the man finally bottoming out deep inside,
burying that cock there, flexing it and trying to probe even deeper even
knowing that was Baker's breaking point. The pain was too much to bear, but
Baker, with his wrists and knuckles white from the strain of the belt
behind his back, was leaking so much fresh precum he could feel warm,
sticky dribbles dribbling down his hard cock and tightened balls.

"GOOD BOY!"

Then it began. The brutal pounding was immediate. Baker realized just how
easy the man was taking it with him previously. The quarterback could
barely breathe, feeling the man behind him slam into him, harder and harder
with every thrust, hearing and feeling balls slap against his taint with
increasing frequency, sending shockwaves from his ass to his fingertips and
toes to the top of his sweaty head and back down. His backward baseball cap
was now soaked with sweat and cum. All Baker could do was shriek from the
excruciating pain and whimper from the emptiness the man's cock left him
feeling every time he withdrew.

`(UGHNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! UGHNN GUNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNN!!!!)"

The man marveled at the sweaty quarterback impaled on his cock. Within
seconds of bottoming out inside the boy, Baker was taking cock up his ass
as expertly as he inhaled cock down his throat. Other men watched with
unimaginable envy as the beefy boy more than withstand the ruinous
pounding, how his screams eventually turned into girlish grunts and
whimpers into that man's hand, how the boy began pushing his juicy, plump
ass back onto the man's cock like a seasoned, hungry whore.

"(UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!
UGHNNN!!!!!)"

Everyone heard the kid suddenly beg, scream, his desperate pleading ruining
the rhythm of his sexy grunts and pathetic whimpers, his body thrashing
violently and out of control, his bound hands futilely attempting to push
back the man. As the man tightened his grasps on Baker's face and throat,
pulling him back to so far that Baker was practically riding on that cock,
everyone saw the horror in Baker's wide, wet eyes as piss started leaking
from his hard cock, at first a wet trickle then quickly full, steamy
streams of steamy piss - seemingly endless - squirted up onto Baker's
heaving chest and belly when the quarterback was no longer able to hold it
in.

"BAD BOY!"

Baker was horrified, drenched and kneeling in a puddle of his own
urine. Before he could process what had happened, smelling his own piss in
that sweaty cubicle, another big black cock fell out of the glory hole in
front of his face.

"YOU WANT IT BOY?!? YOU WANT IT?!?"

Baker was broken. Completely broken... he couldn't believe he had soiled
himself, literally getting the piss fucked out of him, pissing all over
himself. He so badly wanted to just disappear, to run away from all of this
raunch, all the perversity, but Baker couldn't take his eyes off of the big
black cock dangling so close, so near.

"UGHN! UGHN! UGHNN! OH GOD! OH GOD! GUNNN! GUHNN!! UGHNN!!!) UGHNN! UGHNN!
GUHNNN!!!!!" The man started pounding the piss-soaked quarterback again
with fervor, and Baker, hearing his own full-volume, hoarse grunts and
girlish whimpers unmuffled for the first time, felt the man's free hand on
the back of his neck again, slamming the teary-faced jock's gasping mouth
onto that big black cock.

"GOD DAMN BOY! GET ON IT!"

Baker hated himself for wanting another cock down his throat while getting
fucked. He hated the girlish whimpers and cries his screams turned into. He
couldn't believe how hard he was for the pain, which somehow had dulled to
confused pleasure while getting his throat pounded at the same
time. Pivoted only on two cocks via his two holes and teetering on his two
bruising knees with his bare feet kicking in the air behind his abuser,
Baker gagged and slobbered while feeling his ass gape and filled over and
over as he struggled to remain upright while spit-roasted.

Just as the man had suspected, Baker was a virgin. But the kid was a
fucking natural and stayed hard the whole time even while getting the piss
fucked out of him. His body was burning hot, covered in sweat and cum and
piss. The way the kid started backing his ass up while getting his throat
pummeled, the way Baker's ass sounded slapping against bare skin, the way
his flailing ankles and feet dug into the man's thighs, the way that fat
ass jiggled, the way his hole felt, tight, strong, hot, smooth... deep. The
boy could take it deep. And hard.

All Baker could do was suck harder and gag deeper. He had to ignore the
man's hands gripping his hips, his own hands going numb from being bound
behind his back, the demeaning taunting of strangers from other sides of
the cubicle, and the devastating feeling of getting sawed in half, of the
sloppy sound of balls slapping against his taint and chin, the unbearable
pain and pleasure, the vulnerability and humiliation of getting fucked
while devouring cocks - one after another, with everyone watching.

The men watched Baker bring cock after cock to eruption, swallowing the
cum, getting his face and torso covered in loads he couldn't manage to
swallow, how hoarse his voice was, barely able to get the words "THANK YOU"
out between grunts and whimpers.

The quarterback had quickly lost count. But one by one, men left after
using his mouth, dumping loads deep into his throat. His knees were beyond
shaking and aching. His jaws were sore. His hands had lost circulation long
ago, and his ass was numb from the severe pounding, his cock... still
hard... still leaking.

"You little pussy slut... you got enough cum, boy?"

"UGHN!" Baker cried in pain as the man tugged on his balls. Hard. He
cringed as he felt the man's beard rub against his neck.

"Are you gonna be a good boy, faggot? (Come on... Baker...)"

"UGHNN!" Baker felt the man pull on his balls again. Then the fingers
pinching his sweaty and cum-covered nipples with teeth clamping down on the
quarterback's sweaty neck and shoulders. "UGHN! YES! YES SIR! UGHNN!!"

"Say you want it, boy... Say you want it!"

"I... I... UGHN! UGHN! I..." Baker cried into the next cock lodged in his
throat, feeling the man tighten his grip around his sensitive balls. He
heard men laughing. "(I... UGHN! UGHNN!!! OH FUCK! UGH! OH GOD! JESUS
FUCKIN UGHN! CHRIST FUCK!!!!!)"

"That's it. You're a pig boy, ain't you? (Baker?)"

"(UGHNN! UGNN! GUNNN!!!!!!!)" Baker felt the next big black cock erupt down
his throat, ropes and ropes of cum, gagging him, suffocating him, as he
felt the man move inside him, probing deeper, grinding his long, fat cock
every which way inside, opening him up, stretching him, pushing him well
beyond his limits. He could sense the crowd depleting around him - the more
cum he swallowed, the more cum that splattered all over him - the quieter
the room got. Baker was euphoric. Delirious. Maybe he blacked out. Or maybe
his brain shut down completely, allowing his body and urges to take
control. When Baker came to his senses, all he could hear were his own
hoarse, desperate grunts and the sloppy sounds of a man slamming against
his thick, white boy ass, over and over.

...

All Baker could remember was how disappointed he was when he realized there
were no more cocks for him to suck, no more men watching him get fucked. He
must've blacked out. The man was fucking him so brutally, choking him so
hard, stroking his cock so furiously, all Baker could remember was the
overwhelming surge of aching hotness inside him as he screamed "FUCK ME!
FUCK ME! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!!!!" over and over again.

Baker knelt there, alone in that cubicle and collapsed on his knees with
his head against the wall. He desperately wished he'd remembered how it all
ended. How it felt to cum with a cock buried deep inside him. He must've
not blacked out for that long - everything in that cubicle, himself
included, was still wet and sticky. His wrists were unbound now, but Baker
couldn't move. He knew, without touching himself, that his balls were
drained and his cock ached. He could smell his own fresh cum on his belly
and wall. He dared not reach behind himself... he knew innately the man had
dumped a giant load into his quarterback hole... he knew he was
instinctively, desperately, trying to hold that load in for as long as he
could, though trickles of cum continued to leak out down his thighs.

Baker didn't care what time it was. He couldn't care anymore. Every little
creak or squeak in that dank, silent dungeon made his raw cock jump. The
putrid odor of piss and ass and cum and saliva, the wet, stickiness that
covered him, made Baker devastatingly hope that that, just maybe, he would
hear more footsteps descend into the dungeon... just maybe, if he knelt
there long enough, there would be another man to find him on his knees that
night... so he could remember how it felt... to hurt... to cum... to
orgasm... to explode... while getting fucked. Just maybe...

To be continued...

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