Date: Mon, 18 May 2020 17:19:40 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: Owning Zach Ertz

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< OWNING ZACH ERTZ >

The crowd roared. Chants of "Fly, Eagles, Fly" began to ring throughout
Philadelphia's Lincoln Financial Field. Zach Ertz stood at the end zone
with his signature outstretched arms, one hand gripping the cowhide on the
game ball so tightly his knuckles were white, soaking in the glory of
scoring the winning touchdown in his home stadium and awaiting the
inevitable, animalistic embraces of his teammates and coaches.

Towering at six feet, five inches, the Philadelphia Eagles' star tight end
grinned boyishly as he felt the impact of his teammates bodies against his,
hugging him with joyful hoots and hollers, their helmets clanging, shoulder
pads banging. Total testosterone overload. Zach's heart pounded hard from
all the adrenaline, the energy of a buzzing stadium, the thrill of
victory... the butterflies in his stomach, the trembling toes and fingers,
the dread of knowing the unavoidable consequences of this win... Nobody
noticed Zach's shaking knees, or how his forlorn eyes watered with
trepidation despite his beaming smile.

For once, the 29 year old didn't rush out to meet his mom or speed home to
Skype with his wife, Julie, who - in addition to her own commitments to the
Chicago Red Stars' regular soccer season and training schedule, has
embarked on a whirlwind of press and tours after the U.S. national team won
the World Cup in 2019. Zach's teammates often joked how sickeningly-sweet
he and Julie are together - when they're actually together, that is -
good-natured digs at how infrequent the handsome athlete was getting
laid. Zach was actually scared to do the math of how many days they spend
together versus apart, but the days they do have together, the adorable
couple made the most of it, running a family charity foundation, going to
church, doing yoga, praying, and good ol' Ertz family time.

No. Zach's post-game routine dragged on and on that day.  After the usual
round of interviews and press, the athlete was slow to unlace his shoes,
slow to strip out of his gear and sweaty uniform, slow to peel off his
stinky socks, slow to soap up, to rinse off... The 250-pound mound of
muscle finally finished his shower after nearly every one of his teammates
had dressed and left, and yet he sat there on the bench next to his open
locker, naked except for a wet towel around his trim waist, his long toes
curling and flexing and his knees bouncing with anxiety, his long fingers
trembling as he fumbled with the silver cross he always wore around his
neck. Biting his luscious, pink lower lip with dread, Zach thought he may
be having a panic attack right then and there, his thick chest heaving, his
muscular body hot and burning as a new sheen of sweat began to percolate...

Zach couldn't help it. He had to win. His teammates and coaches counted on
him. His fans counted on him. His family, his wife... everyone counted on
him... to win. All his life, the alpha jock had to win. To be perfect. To
achieve. To accomplish. He knew the consequences of winning that day, but
losing, being subpar, was beyond his nature and controlling impulse. Of
course, Zach's overwhelming fear - buried deep down in the abyss of his
psyche - was the very real possibility that he... maybe... just
maybe... did want to suffer the consequences of winning that day, that he
wanted the unmentionable... maybe he actually wanted what was about to
happen... to happen.

The athlete drove off in a daze. He couldn't remember getting dressed or
packing up or getting in his car. The next thing he could consciously
register was getting down on his knees in that dark basement, the musky
stink of sex and regret, as he felt the hardness of a thick, mushroom head
of a hard, giant black cock pressing against his reluctant yet
desperately-wet lips. Zach gripped his left wrist with his right hand
behind his back like he was told, smelling the funk of a ripe, stranger,
slobbering all over the massive 12-inch tool, licking it, tasting it,
inhaling it, before feeling the cock's owner begin to pummel his face and
throat. Harder, rougher, and deeper with every thrust until drool trickled
down his strong chin and tears overflowed from his sparkling blue-green
eyes.

I'm ruined. Ruined. Ruined.

... ONE MONTH AGO TO THE DAY...

"No... no... no!" Zach began hyperventilating, his athletic body instantly
covered in a coat of cold sweat. Widely considered one of the best tight
ends in the NFL, he has not thought about that summer after his senior year
of high school... not even once... until now. "This is not happening..."

The Northern California boy was just acting out - exploring,
experimenting... blowing off pent up energy typical of any 18-year-old,
overachieving jock. The moment he entered as a freshman at Stanford
University that fall, the moment he put on the Cardinals jersey, Zach
efficiently locked away everything he'd done that summer, quickly and
completely forgetting everything. Every fuzzy detail, every "did that
happen?", "what did I do?!", "did I black out?".

Until now.

"No... no... no! This is not real..." Zach felt his body tremble and shake
with anger as he clenched his phone. He had not felt this kind of fear and
rage since meeting Julie, since rediscovering Jesus and their faith
together.

"What's the matter, babe?" Zach's wife Julie called out from the kitchen
after spotting her hunk of a husband suddenly retreat into the bathroom.

"Not... noth... nothing..." Zach stammered as he locked the door and opened
up the text message again. "I... I... I think I'm coming down with
something..."

No. It was definitely him.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Zach angrily typed on his
phone. Horrified. Ashamed. He sat on the edge of the tub, refreshing his
messages every second while broken fragments of that summer finally flashed
before his rage-filled eyes. His long, talon toes curled, leaving behind
size-15 steamy foot prints on the cold, tiled floor.

(... Eleven years ago...)

Drugs. Alcohol. Girls. Repeat...

An 18-year-old Zach, freshly out of high school and needing to unwind,
quickly fell in with older guys from town. A joint here, a hit of coke
there, a random girl every night... the jock had to get it all out of his
system before college. After years of being perfect... studying, working
out, training, basketball, football, practices, training, training,
training... every sacrifice and bottled adolescent desire led to that
summer of complete debauchery. He had gotten into Stanford. He was going to
play college football and was, without an iota of doubt, well on his way to
to the NFL. He could fuck whoever he wanted, the hottest girls around town
and their sisters and moms and aunts. He was already a fucking star.

People flocked to him. Parasites. Users. Abusers. They gave him free
weed. Poppers. Ecstasy. Molly. Coke. Crack. As soon as he walked and
grabbed his high school diploma and a fake ID, the 18 year old was
black-out drunk practically every night, save the days he was too hung over
to get out of bed. People bought him drinks until he started buying
everyone drinks. People gave him drugs until he started owing them
money. Easy girls turned into prostitutes. One favor after another, another
line, another joint, another cracked out night in some random person's
basement after sweaty hours dancing and drinking at the club. He buried his
fat 10-inch cock in every pussy that came across his lap, fucking them to
wet climaxes night after night until he blacked out again and again.

Zach owed money. A lot of it, and everyone started holding out. Girls
suddenly closed their legs, dealers threatened him. Ultimatums. You gotta
pay up, kid. Zach spiraled so fast he didn't know what hit him. He couldn't
remember how it all happened, but he needed another hit in that dank
basement. He was wasted and high but needed more. The 50-something-year-old
taunted him... preyed on him... used him.

...

The boy was a sight for sore eyes. High as a kite and and all over every
girl in sight the entire summer He was
beautiful. Tall. Beefy. Athletic. Blue-green eyes, chiseled face. Long,
shaggy dirty blond hair. Charming as fuck and a messy drunk. Clearly horny
and always dressed in a tight t-shirt and gym shorts with a backwards cap
and Addidas sliders, the surfer kid, jock-frat-bro-in-waiting cut a
striking figure.

It wasn't hard to wave a few $20 bills in front of the desperate jock to
get him to drop his gym shorts that first night. The kid was so out of it
he could've fucked a telephone book. Pimps and dealers were threatening to
beat him to a pulp night after night for not paying up, and the man
observed the beautiful teenager's descent into debt and desperation for
weeks now. Sucking from a crack pipe, Zach grabbed the $20 bills with no
hesitation and felt the mouth of a dirty old man on his cock for the first
time, somehow allowing the stranger pull up his t-shirt to feel his tight,
six-pack abs and his full, round pecs and hard nipples... Zach had long
blacked before the old man swallowed ropes and ropes of his fresh, teenaged
jock cum.

That old man paid to suck Zach's 10-inch jock cock every other night. After
he'd fucked girls, their moms, or random hookers who gave it up for
cheap. There were nights Zach was so high and drunk he couldn't remember
how he ended up in that basement, only to wake up the next morning,
sometimes just in his t-shirt, sometimes completely naked, to find cash
strewn on his exposed body before stumbling home to pass out again.

...

Zach slowly pieced together the long-forgotten fragments from that hazy
summer 11 years ago. It was just a blow job from some old perv. Memories of
different nights in that man's basement flashed back, though. Again. And
again. More and more. On the couch. On the floor. On the stairs. Getting
sucked off and having some old perv swallow his jock cum... until he saw
flashes of his teenage self on his knees, the unimaginable and locked-away
memories of the pungent taste of a penis and another man's rank semen...

He'd forgotten about the night when he pounded on the old man's door - who
lived down the street from him and his family - begging for cash. No. Zach
had forced himself to forget that moment when he begged that man for more
money, how he tearfully got on his knees, how he - with trembling hands and
shaking fingers - unzipped that old man's pants, feeling the wet, hard cock
press against his sweet, quivering lips for the first time.

So what. I sucked cock for cash. I needed it. I got out of debt. Who the
fuck cares. Julie doesn't need to know. Nothing bad happened. I aced
college. Aced the draft. Aced the hot girl and am acing my career. So what
I sucked cock?! Who the fuck cares?!?! Zach caught himself at the last
second, stopping himself from smashing the phone against the wall. His
boyish face was red with rage.

Zach's stomach dropped when the man texted back a video. With hesitant
fingers, he tapped the screen. It was him. Was it him? A blond,
shaggy-haired, muscular man-child was his back. His long, muscular legs
spread wide with hands around his ankles. The stunned athlete nearly
dropped his phone when fumbled to mute the girlish whimpering and
screams. It was him. Was it him? Getting fucked senseless on the floor,
Zach couldn't believe it and watched in horror, seeing this fit kid's long
toes curl in the air, his hands gripping the old man's saggy ass so tightly
his knuckles were white. His naked, teenaged body, smooth all over and
already so sculpted and defined, took the man's hard pounding. Zach clasped
his mouth in shock when he saw the young jock's back arch off the floor,
his long, thick cock hard and bouncing off his tight abs with every
thrust. Zach's throat was dry but he couldn't help himself as he un-muted
his phone...

"UGHN! UGHN! UGHNN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE!
FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE DADDY!!! FUCK ME! UGHNN! UGHNNN!
UGHNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!"

"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE YOU FUCKING FAKE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!! STOP TEXTING ME OR
I'M GOING TO THE POLICE!!!!!" Zach pounded away on his phone. Beyond
enraged. Beyond scared. Beyond petrified. The 6'5 mound of muscle was
shaking from head to toe with fear and rage, uncontrollable feelings he
hasn't felt since... since finding Christ.

Another video popped up on the phone. It was him. It absolutely was him. No
dark lighting. No far-away camera. On all fours, an 18-year-old jack back
arched deeply, his boyish and handsome face facing directly at the camera,
his watery eyes staring into the lens. Pink lips agape. He was clearly high
and the man was mounting him from behind, pulling on his shaggy, blond hair
as he fucked the jock...

"You like Daddy's dick, Zachy? Tell Daddy how much Zachy loves taking
cock!" That familiar voice...

"UGHNNNN! UGHNNN! YES DADDY! UGHNNN! I LOVE IT! I LOVE GETTING FUCKED! FUCK
ME! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! UGHNNN! YES!!!! UGHNN!!! MAKE ME CUM
LIKE THIS DADDY! UGHNNN! PLEASE DON'T STOP! UGHNNN! MAKE ME CUM! UGHNNN!
UGHNNN! CUM INSIDE ME! CUME INSIDE ME DADDY!!!!!!!!

Jesus. Fuck. Zach's cherubic cheeks were ghostly white as he quickly muted
the short clip. He couldn't remember any of this. Sucking cock,
hazily... yes. But not this. No. Absolutely. NO! There was no way this was
him. How could he not remember this? It can't be... but it was him... the
second video was crystal clear. Zach couldn't fathom uttering these words,
ever... ever... ever... There were a few seconds left of the video, but
Zach deleted it as soon as he could.

"What the fuck do you want?!?!" Zach angrily typed.

"Come over, boy." The response was instant. With an address not far from
the Eagles' home stadium.

"No fucking way."

"Or I'll upload the vids to PornHub."

"You're insane."

"Or I'll upload ALL the vids."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!"

"You really want to play it this way, son?"

"..." Zach buried his handsome face in his large, calloused hands. I'm
ruined. I'm ruined... What did he mean "ALL" the vids!??

"Now. Son."

"You're not going to get away with this!!!!!!"

"Now. Zachy. Bring your Eagles gear, too. All of it. Pads, jersey,
everything."

"..." Zach was so confused. So lost.

"NOW. BOY."

... ONE HOUR LATER ...

The drive was a total blur for Zach. He couldn't recall getting dressed or
what he'd said to Julie before getting out of the house. Nor could the
tight end recall throwing his shoulder pads, helmet, jockstrap and jersey
from the Eagles locker room into a giant gym bag, or what pathetic excuse
he made up to the security staff explaining his odd presence on an off
day. The first thing the enraged tight end could consciously register was
that familiar, panic-inducing voice.

"You grew up nice, didn't you, boy? Have a seat," The man had aged
considerably since that summer 11 years ago. Zach thought he'd vomit right
then and there. He must've made up some lie to Julie to get out of the
house. He had never lied to her before. "Don't scowl, son."

"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want. From. Me." Zach intoned mechanically,
swallowing his rage and practically flexing his masculinity through his
baggy sweat shirt, his arms crossed in self-defense as he leaned his tall,
muscular frame against the wall, petulantly refusing to sit down. His
socked toes curled tightly in his sneakers. He couldn't look the man in the
eyes. He was sweaty. Overheated.

"Would Jesus want you to talk with a filthy mouth like that, son? Plus, you
know what I want..."

"YOU'RE NOT LAYING ANOTHER FUCKING FINGER ON ME EVER AGAIN!!!!!" Zach
suddenly screamed and banged the arm of the sofa, exasperated, confused,
scaring himself with the screeching pitch of his cracked voice.

"No boy, I promise I won't... I just want to see you in your Eagles
uniform."

"..." Zach was still shaking from his enraged outburst and stammered,
suspect and doubting. "That... that's all you want...?"

"I promise I won't lay a finger on you, son... get on with it."

"..." Zach fidgeted. "You... right here?"

"You change in front of your teammates all the time, boy... don't be shy
for me now!"

"That's all you want?!"

"Get on with it son."

Swallowing deeply. Zach reluctantly pulled off his thick hoodie and
defiantly kicked off his sneakers, stripping off his socks angrily and
tossing them aside. The jock did not hesitate peeling off his tight t-shirt
to reveal his thick and chiseled torso, ever so lightly hairy on the chest
and abs, but he suddenly froze when he went on to pull down his sweat pants
and boxers.

"You'll leave me alone if I do this?" Is this really all the pervert
wanted?

"Boy... you ain't got a choice now, do you?"

It was humiliating, standing there in the middle of undressing for the
man. Zach bit the bullet and in one swoop pulled down his boxers too,
kicking both items off, standing there in front of the old man completely
naked, save for the silver cross he always wore around his neck. Please
don't touch... don't he dare touch me... Zach raged inside, his stomach
turning, sweating profusely already.

"Son, you grew up real good..." Zach winced hearing the running commentary
on his body. His long toes flexed and curled, digging into the old carpet
as his heart pounded faster and harder.  "You really bulked up, didn't you?
Those arms... your thighs... your chest... you did good, boy..."

Without a word and desperately trying to block out the man's taunting, Zach
hastened to bend over to unzip his gym bag, hoping to get dressed as
quickly as possible, blushing crimson red when the man whistled and
realizing he'd given the man a full view of his lightly-hairy ass
crack. Maybe, maybe he wouldn't dare to touch me now... I could beat him to
a pulp and nobody would give a damn... Furious thoughts raced through the
jock's spinning head, scaring himself with these dark thoughts in order to
get out of this... this... whatever this was.

"Damn son, that ass of yours..." The man sort of knew what to expect from
his jock boy, seeing him on TV and ads and social media, but his body, his
masculine scent, his thick musculature, and the hardness, roundness, and
tightness of his ass... were above and beyond any fantasy and
expectation. Zach's cock just was as the man remembered... pink and cut,
low hanging, giant balls, but now groomed and trimmed neatly. "You should
really let that bush grow back out..."

Ignoring the man, Zach was breathing deeply when he hastily pulled out his
white jockstrap, stepping his large feet through them and pulling them up
as quickly as he could to cover his cock. Though, in his dazed, mad rush to
get to get here, Zach had forgotten to bring his Underarmour
shirt. Whatever. On went the shoulder pads, the Eagles jersey. Shit. He'd
also forgotten his pants, socks and shoes.

Standing there with his bottom half bare save the jockstrap, Zach, unsure
of what to do, hesitantly reached for his helmet.

"You can leave the helmet off son... I want to see that pretty face of
yours. But where's the rest?" The look of this half-dressed stud jock
before him was perverse and glorious.

"I... I... forgot..."

"Baby boy... I gave you one task..."

"I'M SORRY! I... I..." Zach was breathing so hard he thought he'd faint. He
was so embarrassed, so ashamed of the lewd absurdity of standing there half
naked in his beloved Eagles gear... how did he end up in this situation?!

 The man cooed. "But..."

"But, what?!" Zach snapped. Exasperated. So lost. So confused. He was on
the verge of crying. Please don't touch me... he wouldn't dare after all
these years... Zach instinctively covered his crotch with his helmet.

"How much do you love your wife? Your Jesus?"

"What?! You can't... I'm... I'm HERE AREN'T I?!?!?!!"

"You fucking pussy..." The man interrupted. "When was the last time you
fucked Julie?"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING MENTION HER NAME!"

"Sweet boy, you're horny as fuck ain't you?"

"YOU. ARE. INSANE.!"

"Your balls look blue even in covered up in that jock, Zachy..."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?!?!?!?!?!!" Zach choked back tears of
frustration, his knuckles white from clenching his helmet so hard. He hated
himself. He knew his cock was growing rigid, pressing against the tight,
white pouch of his jockstrap and the back of his helmet as he felt more and
more and more out of control. Loads and loads of fresh jock cum was boiling
inside his heavy ball sac. He hadn't been laid in months.

"Not what I want. What HE wants."

FUCK. Zach nearly jumped out of his skin when he suddenly realized someone
else was in the basement with them this whole time. He dropped his helmet
and froze in fear. His knees were shaking in a way he'd never experienced
before, his long toes dug into the carpeted floor for support.

The man emerged from the shadows, completely naked except for a mask that
professional wrestlers wear. Not as tall as Zach nor nearly as beefy, but
the man's body was lean and cut, his smooth, black skin glistened in the
dimly-lit basement. But it was that cock. The massive
tool. Hard. Raging. Thick. Meaty. Veiny. Zach was dumbstruck.

"What do you say, boy? Small punishment for not following my orders? Small
price to pay for your past indiscretions, eh?"

"..."

"You know what to do."

"..."

"You. Know. What. To. Do."

"I... You... you're... the devil... (I... can't!)" Zach choked back tears,
hating himself for his inability to take his eyes off the hooded man's
giant, erect penis.

"Don't worry. He won't tell nobody about you. You're our dirty little
secret."

"YOU'RE INSANE! YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!" Zach screamed,
pounding the wall behind him with both fists. His shoulder pads clacked
against the wall.  The perfect life he'd built - the perfect wife, the
perfect career, discovering his faith thanks to his perfect church and
community - was rapidly crumbling. The feeling of being totally out of
control... the athlete hadn't felt like this since... that summer. He
didn't realize he had punched cracks in the wall behind him while screaming
at the top of his lungs. His 10-inch cock, rock hard, tenting his white
jockstrap pouch, desperate to escape its pathetic confines.

"Shhhhh, sweet boy.  You know what to do. It's like riding a bike..."

Zach's face was beet red, wet with tears. He cringed with every word that
came out of the man's mouth and was horrified to look down to see his own
hard cock.

"See boy? You do remember!" The man patronizingly nodded to Zach's
erection, now barely contained by the white fabric of his jockstrap.

"(You can't do this to me... please...)" Zach's knees buckled and the beefy
stud of an athlete fell on his knees in front of the old man, begging,
pleading, choking back tears and hyperventilating. "(Please don't do this
to me... please...)"

"You should be begging him, son. You'll call him Sir from now on. You
remember what you used to call me?"

"(Please... please... don't... please... please don't do this... Daddy...)"
Zach's red, hard cock finally escaped his jockstrap and bounced between his
legs, perverse moments of his past flashed through his tormented
mind... finally uttering "Daddy". He was so humiliated. So ashamed. So out
of control. So turned on.

"Good boy... sweet boy, but ask him..." The man motioned for Zach to turn
around.

"(Please... please... Sir... please... don't... do...)" Turning towards the
hooded stranger and before Zach could finish his plea, the tip of Sir's
12-inch rock-hard cock lewdly rubbed against the jock's wet, pouty
lips. Looking up with teary eyes, Zach felt his own hard cock jump with
excitement as he reluctantly opened his mouth.

"That's it boy, open..."

"(UGHN!! UHGNN!!!)" Zach gagged. He almost threw up. The taste of a
cock. The thickness, hardness, veiny-ness. Pushing past his full lips,
slowly fucking his quivering mouth.

"Good boy. Lick it up. Slobber all over like you used to suck me."

"(UGHN!)" Zach lost his mind. What was happening?! He couldn't recall how
he'd ended up on his knees like this. Dressed like this. He was so
horny. His own cock ached from its hardness. Unable to control his body,
the hunky pro athlete licked the length of the foot-long cock like he was
told, getting used to its taste, its girth, its heaviness. He suddenly
whimpered when he felt Sir reach around and feel his exposed meaty, bubble
ass. "GUHN!N!! NO! NO! NOT THAT! I CAN'T! UGHNNN! HMMMM!!!"

"Shut the fuck up you pussy boy... you were always a natural cocksucker,
weren't you, son?"

"PLEASE NO! PLEASE! NOT UGHNN! THIS UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" Zach slobbered
hungrily at the cock as he felt Sir's cock lodged deep in his throat, his
abuser's hands reaching down to pry open his furry cheeks, exposing his
pink hole winking amidst his lightly hairy ass crack. "UGHNNN! UGHNNN!"

"Attaboy! Open up!"

Everything happened so fast. Zach found himself whimpering like a girl. He
sucked on that cock like he'd been hungry for 11 years. Like his life
depended on it. His first cock in 11 years. He was on a high. From Sir's
musk, his cock, the taste of precum, the saltiness of a man's skin...the
finger probing at his pink hole... gagging... choking... his eyes
watering... "UGHNNNNN!!! UGHNNNN!"

"You were always a screamer, weren't you, son?" The old man marveled at the
sight before him. Zach on his knees, the trembling torso clad in his Eagles
jersey and pads, his last name ERTZ printed big and bold on the jersey,
struggling to swallow all of Sir's 12 inches, whimpering and crying like a
little bitch as Sir's long middle finger pushed inside his tight, pink jock
hole. "Arch that back, boy."

"(UGHN!!)" Zach gagged and choked and slobbered on Sir's monster cock as
tears streamed down his face, arching his back and feeling the sting of
penetration as his hard cock bounced between his muscular thighs. He
slobbered all over that cock as a long strand of precum oozed out of his
red, hard cock.

Zach couldn't admit to himself. He'd fingered himself while jacking off
ever since that summer, though he'd conveniently blocked out how he'd
discovered ass play in the first place. However, he hadn't touched his hole
since he married Julie. Everything changed when he married her. Once a
cocky alpha, Zach turned rather docile when with Julie, obliging to her
every request, demand. No more masturbating, even when they were apart for
weeks and months. No more porn, no matter how horny he got. Just Julie. And
church. And Christ. Nothing else mattered. No more perverse desires,
cravings.

Their faith. That's all they needed. People presumed, because they're both
top athletes in their fields, the golden, beautiful couple, the
boyishly-handsome Zach and the pretty Julie, that they fuck all the
time. Crazy wild sex. However, nothing could be further from reality. Zach
had to bury his natural kinky desires, his dark inclinations... of rough
sex, of bondage, BDSM, fetishes... He wanted to get fingered, to get
rimmed, to get pegged... to have threesomes with trannies... to fuck and be
spanked, gagged, pissed on. It was all buried deep inside when he married
Julie. But no, everything was vanilla between them, so sweet, just tender
and barely any at all. His new-found faith, their faith, kept him going
even though there were months he thought he'd break inside, or the shameful
mornings waking up alone to discover cum-soaked sheets. No. They were meant
to be. They had to be. She had saved him. Or he thought.

"Julie doesn't finger or eat you out, does she, son?"

"UGHNNN!! UGHNN!" Sir was face fucking Zach now, mercilessly, as the jock
gagged and drooled, his large hands held on to Sir's lean hips for dear
life, his thick jock ass instinctively grinding back against Sir's prying
finger. First one, Then two. It hurt, but Zach's cock oozed more and more
precum from the pain. Cock-muffled screams escaped his full throat when
Sir's third finger stretched him open, a long strand of precum pissed from
his hard cock as Zach feebly tried to slow down the dominant Sir's face
fucking by futilely pushing against Sir's hips. The 6'5 muscle hunk
could've easily overpowered Sir in a brawl, but instead, Zach remained on
his knees with his ass up, sucking cock. As soon as he gagged and spit out
the footlong cock, Sir would grab his hair and shove the athlete back
down."UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!!"

"Jesus fuck shut the fuck up, son... get on with it..." Daddy motioned to
Sir. Without a word this entire time, Sir pulled out his wet cock and
fingers from Zach''s two holes and swiftly got behind the trembling
hunk. "Look at me, son."

Zach looked up, his face wet with tears, his cheeks red and lips puffy,
gasping for air. His eyes filled with lust and rage. With a nod from Daddy,
Sir pushed his cock inside Zach's near-virgin hole.

"UGHNN! OH GOD! UGHNN! DADDY PLEASE DON'T! UGHNNN! PLEASE! SLOW....! UGHNN!
UGHNN!! OH FUCK! PLEASE... SLOW... SIR... SLOW... UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN!
UGHNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Zach screamed bloody murder as he felt his hole
stretched open, feeling his body get torn in half by Sir's monster
cock. His protesting hands trying to push back Sir's hips were slapped away
and roughly repositioned in front, as Sir held on to Zach's Eagles jersey
collar with one hand, pulling the screaming jock back on to his big black
dick, brutally snaking six inches inside the squirming tight end, striking
the athlete's ass with his other hand. Zach grunted deeply, struggling to
crawl away from Sir's cock, feeling the sting of a hand on his ass cheek
and his own balls rise and his hard cock bounce between his thighs. Sir's
cock was so big, so hard, so rigid. It hurt so much... The jock had to
cover his own mouth with both hands... he couldn't stand hearing himself
like this as his body desperately tried to shake away Sir's intrusion as
his abuser pushed in and pulled out, over and over again, thrusting deeper
everything time. His beloved Eagles jersey and pads were
suffocating. "(UGHNNN! I... I CAN'T! PLEASE! UGHNNN!!! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT
OUT! I CAN'T!!!!!)"

"Look at me, son... Don't you try to run away from your Sir..." Daddy held
out a bottle of poppers under Zach's nose.

"No... no... UHGN! OW...! UGHNN! The jock protested, gasped, his body on
fire, shaking his head furiously, crying from the pain of losing his anal
virginity for a second time and the shame of his very real reality.

"Come on boy, you love poppers..." Daddy held out the bottle to Zach
again. The pain was too much for the tight end to endure, and the 6'5
athlete, grunting and panting with fear and regret and humiliation, took a
giant sniff, and another, and another, and another... His body suddenly
flushed with pleasure amidst the pain, his hole
relaxing... opening... remembering... his screams and grunts turned into
moans when Sir finally, finally managed to bury the entirety of his
foot-long shaft deep inside the jock's quivering hole.

"Attaboy... there's my greedy boy..." The sight before Daddy. Those pouty
lips. That face. Those wet, conflicted eyes. Zach's 10-inch cock swelled
thicker, hanging and bouncing between those giant thighs, his balls tight
and contracted, readily to blow at any moment."Just like riding a bike..."

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!!" Zach suddenly cried out, finally feeling the
pleasures of pain and submission he'd denied himself all these years,
reawakening to that summer of debauchery and perversity. Sir began
withdrawing his footlong cock until just the fat mushroom head remained
just inside Zach's pink, stretched anus, then slowly pushing back in to the
now whimpering athlete's hot, tight hole, withdrawing again faster, shoving
in harder, again and again, picking up in pace and roughness and finally
fucking the squealing pig of an athlete long and deep. Zach took it on his
knees and elbows, sweating in his Eagles pads and jersey and feeling his
muscular, massive body push back against Sir's cock and hips... the
familiar sounds of hip smacking against his muscular ass.

With one brutal slam and a rough hand behind his neck, Zach was forced
down, his face buried into the musty carpet. Zach gripped madly the carpet
with his fingers, his large feet kicking wildly behind Sir, his long toes
curled tightly in the air, as he endured the fucking of his life. All 12
inches of it, to his Daddy's delight. "UGHNN! UGHNNN!!! UGHNN! UGHNN!
UGHNNN!!!!!"

"What do you say to your Sir, boy?" Daddy marveled at the athlete arching
his back and the sounds of flesh against flesh.

"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! FUCK! UGHNN! OH GOD! OH GOD!
FUCK... FUCK... FUCK ME SIR! FUCK ME SIR! FUCK ME HARDER SIR!!" Zach
screamed into the carpet as his jock hole opened up and inhaled Sir's cock
with every brutal thrust. His pads and jersey were soaked with his and
Sir's sweat. Taking Sir's merciless pounding like a champ, Zach felt the
pain of the foot-long black cock hitting the deepest part of his jock
pussy, making him grunt and whimper and cry, making his hard cock bounce
and leak. Time stopped for Zach as he got plowed like a bitch. As soon as
the athlete got used to Sir's girth and thrusts and tempo, somehow Sir
would surprise Zach by harder and deeper, mixing up the rhythm and
eliciting from the jock more and more desperate cries each time.

"OH FUCK!" Zach winced in pain as Sir suddenly grabbed his hair and
bottomed out inside him, grinding deeper and deeper, and deeper forcing the
jock to look back up at his Daddy while hitting deeper and deeper
inside. The athlete shot his hand back to push back Sir's anal assault,
only to have it roughly twisted and held behind his back.  "JESUS FUCK!"

"What. Do. You. Say. To. Your. Sir."

"UGHN! JESUS! FUCK... UGHNN! TH... THAN... THANK YOU! THANK UGHNN! UGHNN!
THANK YOU SIR!!!!" Zach cried, whimpered, moaned. It hurt so good. His ass
was on fire, but it felt so good to be manhandled, to be overpowered,
to... relinquish control. To have Sir pull on his hair, to be used like a
sex toy, a hole. The harder Sir fucked him, the harder Zach's cock
swelled. The more pain Sir dealt him, the more his cock spewed precum. Zach
was fucked to the brink of limits, only to be pushed past it and fucked
some more. His voice cracked, hoarse from screaming and crying and
whimpering and grunting, begging for more. "JESUS! FUCK! JESUS! FUCK!!!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!"

He couldn't believe how good Sir's abuse made him feel, using him,
dominating him, fucking him. He couldn't believe how rock-hard his cock
was, how much precum he was pissing, how he buried his handsome face in his
large hands now as he got fucked brutally, how he sobbed and grunted and
moaned and screamed, how he didn't care about anything any more... how he
was broken. How he was ruined.

"JESUS! UGHNNN! UGHNN! FUCK! UGHNNNN! OH Y GOD!!!!!! UGNNN GUHNNN! GUHNNN!!
FUCK!!!!! OH MY GOD OH GOD OH GOD UGHNNNN!!!!!!!! UGHNNN!!!!!!!"

...

Somehow, the delirious jock regained consciousness. Did I black out?! Zach
found himself on his back, looking up at his hooded Sir. Zach had been
stripped naked, his balls sore and cock deflated but leaking., his heaving,
muscular torso dripping with sweat. What happened?! What happened?!

"Sweet boy... taste your cum for Daddy... come on, open up..." Daddy
whispered as Sir immediately scooped up a glob of creamy cum from the
thick, cummy puddle next to Zach, with his fingers and wiped it on Zach's
pink, full lips. The athlete, still groggy and regaining his senses,
cringed, finally snapping to reality and remembering where he was and what
had just happened.

"What... ughnn! UGHN!! What.. UGHNNN?!?" Zach felt Sir's giant cock head
pressing against his sloppy, swollen hole, him, tasting his own cum for the
first time in forever. His large feet framed Sir's hooded head above him,
as sweat dripped down on his thick pecs. He felt so empty, gaping.

"You came without permission, boy... You came buckets, son. You always cum
when getting fucked with your ass up like that, don't you remember?"

"You... I... please... no more..." Zach's face was white He couldn't help
himself... smelling his own funky sweet cum on his lips... the athlete gave
in as he licked his lips, his body spent, his balls empty, his hole
aching. He wondered if Sir came inside him... he hated himself for these
thoughts... did he breed me? God... Oh God... Zach raged against himself,
for knowing deep down he'd wished he hadn't blacked out just then, he
wanted to feel that orgasm, to feel Sir's big black cock pummeling the cum
out of his boiling balls. He wanted to reach down to feel his hole, to see
if Sir had came... wishing he hadn't... wishing for more cock inside his
jock pussy.

"Come on boy, eat up... you love eating cum, don't you remember?" On
command, Sir scooped up more cum, and more cum, wiping his cummy hand on
Zach's mouth and face until the athlete started licking it... sucking on
it... tasting himself and feeling a thrilling rush shoot through his body
when Sir sniffed his toes and inhaled his soles, feeling so vulnerable and
exposed, feeling the pleasure of submissiveness and of being out of
control, feeling his worn, aching hole forced open...

When Sir slammed his cock deep inside him again, taking no time this second
round and hitting a new spot deep inside him, Zach screamed. It wasn't any
easier the second time, and he was sweating so hard, whimpering so loud, as
his ass gripped on that big black cock. The jock's desperate cries and
cummy lips were instantly covered by Sir's cummy hand, as he held on to
Sir's bony hips for dear life, getting fucked senseless, pulling Sir
deeper, wrapping his long legs around his abuser and locking his ankles
behind Sir's waist.

"That's it... breed him... breed my boy... There's my horny little fag..."
Zach couldn't contain himself. He was humiliated by Daddy's taunting, but
his spent, flaccid cock bounced back to life, swelling harder and harder
with every slam from Sir and every disgusting word from Daddy.

"Boy. You're hard as a rock. Use him. As hard as you want. He won't
break. Trust me, he won't break." Zach's eyes rolled to the back of his
head when, still with Sir's cummy hands covering his panting mouth, Sir
leaned and pressed his forearm against Zach's throat, choking harder with
every thrust while the athlete's turgid cock bounced between his own tight
abs against Sir's lean eight pack, his toes curling and flexing as girlish
cries tried to escape his muffled throat and mouth.

"That's it, fag... that's it..." Zach lost his mind, writhing underneath
Sir, pulling him deeper with his powerful legs, his large hands rubbing his
own thick pecs as he lost air, feeling Sir's cock filling in completely
before withdrawing and slamming back in, pinching his own nipples and
stroking his shockingly-hard cock, harder and harder, feeling his veiny
cock swell thicker in his hand with every stroke, and every pinch of his
nipples. He was just a few strokes away from cumming again.

"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGNNN!!!!!!"

"Did I say you could pleasure yourself, boy?" Daddy nodded to Sir, who
withdrew his hand and arm from Zach's mouth and throat, slapping away the
jock's hands. "Pleasure your Sir..."

"UGHN! (Yes... Daddy...)" Zach whined, his red cock bounced, his balls
tightened... he was on the edge, so close to that orgasm he so desperately
wanted to feel.

"Put that ass all the way down on that dick. Come on, all the way in."

"UGHNN!" Zach winced as he dug his toes into the carpet behind Sir,
hesitantly lowering his sore hole down on Sir's giant cock.

"Now slide it out."

"UGHNN!" Zach exhaled, raising his hips, his muscular torso flexing,
sweating, heaving.

"Back down. Yah, ride him like that."

"UGHNNN!" Zach grunted as he impaled himself on Sir's big black cock.

"Pull up. Back down, nice and slow. Yah, keep it like that." Daddy's
play-by-play instructions turned Zach crimson.

"UGHNNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!" Zach moaned, wrapping his hole around Sir's
entire cock.

"Good boy, massage his fucking dick with that ass. Make your Sir feel
good."

"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!" Reluctantly, Zach reached up and began feeling
the hardness of Sir's torso, grinding his hips and ass on top of Sir's
turgid cock, fucking himself, impaling himself, swallowing and gripping
Sir's cock, bouncing down on it, slamming his ass on it, harder and faster.

"That's it. Bounce that ass. Bounce it. Open up that fucking ass." Daddy
was pleased to see the corners of Zach's mouth curl up ever so slightly
into a smile as he grunted and cried and whimpered.

"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!"

"Say `Fuck me, Sir!"

"UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! (Fuck... fuck me, Sir...)" Zach echoed feebly, and
Sir immediately took back control of the fucking, pulling Zach's thick legs
over his shoulders, bending the jock in half as Zach was lowered to the
ground and immediately began pounding away.

"UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNN!!!!!!" Zach threw his head
back as he cried like a girl, the pitch of his cracking, hoarse voice
climbing higher and higher with every thrust. His toes curled, and his
ankles locked behind Sir's head as his hole withstood slam after slam,
deeper, harder, deeper.

"That's it...that's it boy... make your Sir cum inside you..." Zach's back
arched off the floor when Sir reached and wrapped his hands around the
athlete's neck... his 10-inch cock at full mast, standing straight up from
his crotch, flinging dribbles of precum as he got pounded "Squeeze that
dick... Squeeze that dick... You like that, don't you, son?"

"UGHN! Yes.. UGHN!! YES! UGHNN!!!"

"What do you say to Sir, boy?"

"UGHNN! CUM... CUM... IN ME! PLEASE SIR! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!
CUM... CUM... PLEASE CUM IN ME... BREED ME... I NEED IT... I NEED YOUR CUM!
UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, looking up at Sir, Zach finally realized why Sir was
hooded. There were flashing red dots everywhere in that
basement. Cameras. Recording. This. Whole. Time. But he couldn't not squeal
like a slut it, he couldn't stop begging for Sir's cock and cum as he felt
Sir's hands tighten around his throat.

"OH GOD OH GOD UGHN! OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!"

All Zach could do was cover his face with his hands, as he whimpered and
screamed and sobbed like a cheap whore, knowing he was ruined forever,
knowing he would cum any second now getting fucked like this... on
camera. He couldn't believe he'd said those words, begging, pleading, to
get bred. He didn't even remember how he acquired `breed me' as part of his
vocabulary. He just knew he wanted Sir to keep fucking him, harder. To fuck
him past his limits. To hurt him. Zach wanted more of the pain, wanted to
be choked out. The athlete wanted Sir's cum inside him. He wanted to cum
with a big black cock buried deep inside him.

Zach began sobbing into his hands... his ankles still locked tightly behind
Sir's head, his toes flexing in the air. He hated himself for loving every
second of Sir's abuse. He hated hearing himself squeal and whimper. He
hated how turned on he was by Daddy's humiliating words. He hated how hard
his own cock throbbed with every slam from Sir. He hated he knew Sir was
close to cumming inside him due to the increased, frenzied pace by which he
was getting fucked. He hated his cock pissing so much precum that his tight
abs were completely coated and glistening. He hated himself for wishing Sir
would choke him harder. He hated the thrill, the overwhelming high he felt
when Sir finally dumped his load inside him, filling his jock hole to the
brim. He hated his own girlish, pathetic whimper as his own cock exploded
with jock cum, covering his face and chest. He hated himself for wishing
Sir would remain inside him. He hated his disappointment when Sir withdrew
that footlong, dripping cock from his cummy, worn hole.

"Fuck.. Jesus Christ... oh my God... oh my God..." Zach laid there, spent,
trembling and quivering, covered in sweat and cum, unaware that, in
addition to blowing thick globs of jock cum onto himself, he had just
experienced his first anal orgasm. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't stop
shaking, buckling... whimpering, feeling the fullness of hot cum deep
inside his jock ass.

...

"Every time you win at home, you come straight here, you got it, Zachy?
Daddy will help you celebrate..."

"..."

"You go that, son?"

"Yes... yes Daddy..." Zach grunted as he tried to pull his naked, abused
body off the floor while holding in Sir's cum, desperately looking for his
clothes.

"Every touchdown you score, you get another cock, you got that boy?"

"..." Everything hurt. Zach's back and knees and elbows were rubbed raw,
his meaty legs still quivering, his semi-flaccid cock aching, his big, full
balls drained. He wanted to touch his stretched hole so badly, to feel it
gape, to feel how wet it is, to... to lick his fingers... to taste Sir's
cum.

"YOU GOT THAT BOY?"

"Yes... Daddy..."