Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2019 01:43:01 -0800
From: Julio Sanchez <julio.sanchez66677@gmail.com>
Subject: Central Valley High - 3

With the permission of the author, I'm writing a story set in the same
universe as the Nifty series "North Valley Football".  It's my single
favorite Nifty series and I could not resist adding my own contribution to
the great worldbuilding which the author started.  Please read the original
series before reading mine here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/north-valley-football/.  And my
story is non-Canon from the original author's work for now, so think of
this as an Elseworlds take on their universe :-)

I'm going to write as many chapters as it takes to tell the full story I've
been outlining in my head.  If you like this, or have any suggestions,
please let me know at julio.sanchez66677@gmail.com.  And one style note,
there are two main boys who each have a POV.  So, it will regularly
trade-off who the narrator is between the two of them.

Finally, I have loved the Nifty Archive for many years and I hope to
continue to do so for many years to come.  So please consider contributing
to the site on the main page help it continue to thrive.  And enjoy!

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Central Valley High Football By Julio Sanchez Chapter Three

Day 2

<<Altamash>>

I was sitting in the car terrified of what comes next, as Chris sped along
down the road. I looked him up and down and, while I was feeling quite
timid, was also a little conflicted.  Something about him just...got my
attention.  His nipples looked so exotic in the gold and red nipple spikes.
And he was wearing a way too small speedo that barely contained his
enormous penis, locked in some kind of plastic protective chastity device.
I can't see it, but I bet it's big and quite thick.  And I bet it's uncut
too.  I guess since most of the boys around here are Latino, I should get
used to seeing uncut penises.  For a moment I thought about what it would
like to taste a big thick dick like his.  In fact, I could just lean over
right now and if I could open the cage, I could just lick the...NO, I must
control myself.  The people here are going to try to turn me into one of
them but I must stay focused.  Focused on the mission and on keeping my
dignity intact.  If that's even possible.

We drove in silence for a minute before Chris spoke up, "So, Tadpole, what
are you sized at?  You look pretty tight to me, I bet you aren't even a
constant-3 yet."

"I don't know," I quickly spat out while starting to blush.  "We do things
different in Ohio.  It's not so important there..."

After that, Chris kept looking over at me hard, while also watching the
road.  Finally, he let out a big grunt and with a jerk he pulled off to the
side of the road and put the car into park, with the engine still running.
I started to panic, this strange speedo slut, with inches of height and 20
lbs of muscle on me, has me trapped in his car in this dirty filthy alien
world.  I had no idea what to expect.

He looked straight ahead with his hands on the steering wheel until finally
he turned to look at me and, with a sneer in his face, said, "Bullshit.
When's the last time your ass got sized?"  I was totally thrown off guard
and I must have had a look of utter surprise on my face – and fear.

Before I could even sputter out a response, he continued, "Yea, I figured.
Never been sized a day in your life, huh?  Your face told me everything,
Tadpole.  I've come across boys like you before."  I froze in terror,
afraid that he had figured out my entire mission somehow!

"Boys like you come from out-of-town and your Daddy wants to finally get
his prude boy all trained up, like the other boys his age.  So, he makes up
a story how his son was a "star" athlete back in Ohio or whatever
bumblefuck you came from.  Maybe even had to pay off the right folks here
in the school leadership.  How did I do so far?"  He looked over at me with
a smug look on his face.  Thank god he's so cocky that he thought he
already had me all figured out, while being off by a country mile.

But at the same time I didn't know what to say, I couldn't very well tell
him the truth.  So maybe this was the only way out.  I just nodded and
gulped – started to sweat heavily too.

He picked up on my nodding and ran with it, "I fucking knew it!  I can
always spot'em. Well, chulo, I like to look out for lost little lambs like
you.  For a price.  You're gonna be my boy from now on.  Anything I say you
do.  You got that?"  I nodded quickly.  "Good Tadpole.  But don't think I'm
some kind of monster.  I'm gonna take reeeal good care of you, make sure
you get broken in good and easy.  But make no mistake you're gonna be a
Stallion Swim Slut after we're done with you.  Coach Vicente expects the
best and we give it to him.  We don't the same praise or same number of
Service Requests as the Football Stallions but we give it our all."

I was just in a state of shock at what he was saying. Would I really be
like him soon?  Impossible.

"I bet you have some questions, little Tadpole.  Ask away."  And with that
he put the car in drive, and we got back on the road to Central Valley
High.

I didn't know what to say.  My brain felt frozen.  I didn't know what to
ask him, and my penis felt strangely hard and throbbing.  I knew I was
scared but why was my dick staying so hard?

After a minute spent mouth agape, I pointed at his speedo and asked the
first thing that came to mind, "That's your entire uniform?"

He chuckled with his deep voice, "Yep, this is it little Tadpole.  Isn't it
hot?  This year's uniform is so slutty, I can barely stand how horned up it
makes me, I can barely concentrate when I get all worked up.  Though, all
the bottom boys I service ain't complaining.  Like your boy, KJ.  I saw him
looking at my dick.  I can't wait to tear that boy up at the next group
practice – especially when he is wearing his own Slut Crew skirt."  He
laughed at the thought and I think I saw the plastic in his speedo throb
just a bit. "But yea, this is it.  Converse shoes, official speedo, cock
cage, nipple piercings, dildo plug, and that's it."

"Cock cage...," I asked.

"Fuck yea!  We're hardcore at Central Valley High!"  He shouted that last
part at no one in particular.  But then, looking over, he must have seen
the puzzlement on my face because he continued. "Oh shit, don't tell me you
don't know how we do here?"

I was quiet, so he began to explain, "All the top schools in Texas, like
Central Valley High, want to make sure its jocks are the best and sluttiest
motherfuckers we can be.  They want to keep us motivated and focused and
try to find ways to turn us into the horniest boys on earth.  So, every
jock at Central Valley High is not just fitted with a dildo plug but is
also given a cock cage that we have to wear pretty much all the time.  So,
all day, between getting our ass good and fucked on those plugs and the
sexy ass uniforms and getting felt up by the people around us all the time,
we're cock-crazed horn machines 24/7."

"Shit, Tadpole, I haven't cum in a few days and I'm about to lose my mind,"
as he talked he seemed to really work himself up into a lather.  "One of
the reasons why I gave KJ a rough inspection.  Pretty much all I can do
until I'm unlocked.  I just couldn't help myself.  Sometimes, some boys go
weeks without cumming.  Or, if the town really has it out for a jock, and
want to make him go crazy – it can be months.  It ain't pretty.  If it
weren't for anal orgasms, we wouldn't get off at all.  Thank god for those
anal o's."

I had no idea what an "anal o" was, in fact I didn't understand how any of
this worked.  I had a million questions.

"But how do you...go to the bathroom and how can it stay on you for so long
without any damage?"

"Oh, that's easy, Tadpole. It has a piss slit that opens wide for when we
have to go piss and then retracts back.  It's hella high tech.  Smithsonian
shit.  The material it's made from is like firm on the outside but just
soft enough on the inside.  And all kinds of other fancy tech shit that
you'll find out.  When you get yours."  With that he looked out and started
to give me a long leer, clearly drinking up the fact I was so horrified at
the thought.

"When do you get to take it off?"

"Man, oh, man.  They are some diabolical fucking cabrones when it comes to
these fucking things.  Get this, it's full proof –get hard with it on
and no way to get it off without approval.  But yea there three ways to get
it off."

"One, if we're at team practice and we need our dicks out to do the
workout, it comes off.  Two, when you're performing Public Service for the
whoever, if the person you're servicing wants to take your cock cage off,
it comes off.  Everyone in the state has an app on their phone, called
`SlutControl.'  It's how people pay for their purchased Public Service or
use a credit code if they've been given a code by someone in authority for
doing a good deed or some shit like that.  The app also has a map that
tells them the location of any specific boy at any given time in their
area.  Built into all our cock cages is a GPS tracker.  Makes them easier
to find us fuckers or have us come to them, if they pay a little extra or
if they got a super fancy code.  And, when they pay for us, they have the
option of unlocking our cage for the length of the public service but once
time's up we have to immediately put it back on, after the service is over.
They just click one button, the cage come off it come, and my cock comes to
life – or not.  It's up to them.  I can't tell you how many horned up
boys I've seen get looks of disappointment plastered on their face, when
their requestor hits the "stay locked" button on their phone.  But only for
a second.  Central Valley High sluts are pro's, yo.  And it usually means
that that boy is getting a good long fucking – while caged the whole
time."  And after that final line, he looked over at me, rubbed his cage,
and winked at me while dramatically flicking his tongue over his lips.

"That's why I'm lucky that I've got such a good cock for pounding out slut
boys.  I think my cage gets unlocked more than any other jock on the swim
team – maybe even in the whole school.  Those bitches come crawling for
some of my jizz to get pumped into their holes.  Mmm, fuck yea."  He
started to flick his nipple piercings and rub his pecs, obviously talking
about all of this was getting him worked up.  I also saw him start to air
hump a bit, but all caged up he couldn't do much. "But if not, I take that
dick like a champ.  I've got a good cocksucking mouth and a strong jock
butt and I'm at a constant-5 plug so I can take some serious dick and ride
like a proud stallion, taking every last inch!  But still, nothing better
than taking this fucking thing off, feeling my dick slide into a bitch
boy's ass, get all the way inside and start to drill.  Mmm. Fuck."  He
whispered that last line and started staring off into the distance, like he
could see something I could not.  He was even biting his bottom lip, hard.

I had to know the rest though, "That's two.  You said there were three ways
your...cock cage gets to come off.  What's the third?"

He snapped out of it and shook his head.  Then he said, "Oh, yea, sorry
lost in a memory fuck.  Uh yea, yea.  The third is the best and the worst,
the most diabolical.  I guess it's one of the main reasons why they lock us
up in Texas in the first place."  He paused for dramatic effect, and to be
honest my penis was hard, and I was hanging on his every word to find out
more about the terrible fate that awaits me.

"The third way is to win.  If the football team wins a game, or the
baseball team wins a game, or the swim team wins a meet, or whatever
whatever, the whole team gets their cages off for the whole rest of the
night.  From the end of the game to sunrise.  And man, I gotta tell you.
You have never seen a victory celebration quite like that.  A group of
jocks who have been caged for days or weeks or months all get their cages
off and suddenly it's the hardest dicks you ever did, across the whole
team, all dripping pre-cum like leaky pipes.  And then we are ready to go
go go.  Ready to suck and fuck and cum and cum and cum and cum all night
long."

"It's unreal.  I think I shot 6 different loads last time we had a `Victory
Night' on the swim team.  That's what we call it – a `Victory Night.'
And like I said, I get picked to fuck my fair share of guys in regular
public service.  So for me, it's not the end of the world if we never win a
meet all season.  But for others, especially the boys who everyone loves to
fuck or the ones the town just wants to make suffer for some reason, it's
the only time they really get to cum.  So, they get INTO IT on Victory
Night.  Try to get it all out of their system and out of their balls.  Most
of those boys shoot hands-free cum shots for the first two or three loads,
if they're getting fucked.  Then they have to switch back to manual haha.
You better believe I love helping them out too, especially Leon.  He's a
sophomore on the swim team, Argentinian boy.  Sexy little fucker.  He just
can't get enough of this dick.  His jock hole is so smooth and hairless and
it takes my dick so well, I even let him flip flop with me as long I get
second helpings of that tight boy hole later."

"Oh!  Man, I almost forgot the best part.  The absolute best fucking part.
It almost makes wearing these things worth it, yo.  Whichever team loses
not only have to keep their cages on – which makes the loss extra hard
on the team – but they have to spend the night with the cock cage-less
winners and do whatever they tell them to do.  We call it `Bitch Night'.
Victory Night for winning team and Bitch Night for the losing team.  And
I'll tell ya what, nothing more embarrassing than suffering a Bitch Night
in your own turf, especially since usually both sides spend the night in
the locker room and training rooms of the home team, because it spills out
across multiple rooms.  Sucks if you're getting humiliated where you have
to train and shower the very next day, so fucking embarrassing.  It's all
you think about for a week, every time you are in locker room.  How many
loads I had to suck down while caged like some punk loser.  Sometimes, for
special events, a special like, location, is set up.  Once, after a win for
our team they did it all on the football field itself.  Brought out special
equipment and mats and everything – made it easier to watch the whole
event, too.  Which was so fucking hot.  But that's a rare thing."

I had to ask, "Wait, people get to watch the "Victory Night'?!"

"Fuck yea they do.  It's always the most watched show in town, whether our
team won or lost.  Wherever it happens, they set up cameras all over the
place and it gets streamed on the internet in all its' glory.  Usually like
a dozen different micro cameras are strung up, so you can watch in any
angle and look around at all the celebration.  People pay like $2 bucks to
watch and they make millions from viewers across the country."

"They make even more when it's a rival team or a grudge match.  Those are
the most intense.  Because then whoever is on Bitch Night duty really gets
it from the other team.  Especially when there are personal beefs –
that's when both teams start to make plans on what they're going to do to
the other team, if they win.  And it gets creative.  Last year our football
team won against our biggest rivals, the Big Country Cougars, and man, they
still show a "best of" compilation of clips at our team parties.  Our
Stallions got real creative on them.  And it was damn good footage, it's
one of the most downloaded videos in town history.  Those Cougars got
uuuused. And our team kept their loser asses in our Victory Night til the
very last second.  They must still be pissed as hell, they got humiliated
and destroyed that night – our boys taught them what it means to be at
the mercy of a Stallion stud."

My mind was spinning with the implications of all this.  Victory
Night. Bitch Night.  This was too much to take in and to imagine myself on
either side of that equation.  Too wild to even picture.  And it's all
being filmed and recorded and posted to whatever they consider YouTube
here.  How can they do this?  Where am I, I thought for not the first or
last time.  Also, in my world swim meets are multiple schools but I guess
here it's one-one-one.  That's odd but I guess that was the least weird
thing about all of this.

"Have you ever been part of a...Bitch Night?"  I didn't want to ask but the
words seemed to just fall out of my mouth.

He chuckled and winced and I saw him absentmindedly running one hand along
his ass like the memory stung him or something.  "Yea man, we're a good
team but sometimes the other team is just better.  So, yea, I've been a
Bitch my fair share of the time.  The last one was fucking rough.  It was a
team we had beaten the last three meets, so I just knew it was a sure thing
and I was ready to cum all night.  At that point, I hadn't been unlocked in
almost two weeks.  I was losing it and I thought relief was on the way.
And then we just came up short.  I was angry and so so horny.  We had made
good use of that team and those sluts those past three meets, so this time
they were more than ready for revenge.  It was a long night.  My jaw was
aching and, while I've got a good strong jock ass, I was limping out of
there come morning.  That was only a few weeks ago and I still think about
it – as the team captain they planned out some special treatment for me
– everyone on the team got a turn to use my holes however they wanted.
Once I got home, I just collapsed without even changing.  I didn't even
shower off.  They had made us walk out of the gym without showering so we
were all covered from head to toe in their boy batter.  My bed was wrecked
when I woke up and I felt soggy and crusty, jizz was oozing out of every
hole I had.  But even I gotta admit, as a true slut, watching me and my
team get used like that was so hot that if I could have jerked off I would
have but I was still caged up and I was almost bursting.  That really
sucked.  But, eh, part of the motivation, I guess.  Now I'm gonna train
twice as hard to pay them back next time!  They're gonna be the ones
limping home next time we have a meet!"

I had to close my mouth from hanging out over at what he just described.  A
rival team gang banging him all night.  In that big firm Latino ass that is
barely being held in his speedo.  While he was caged up and had to just
take it from the whole team.  Oh god.  That's so much to picture.  I don't
want to...but I can't seem to stop.  Oh damn.

Before I could think more, we had arrived.  It looked just like a regular
high school from the outside, but I knew better.

"Okay, no more time for questions.  Time to get started on turning you into
a Stallion jock slut, right Tadpole?"

I gulped and got out of the car.

"Follow me, Tadpole.  Can't wait to see you get caged haha!"  I gulped
again.

There were other students getting out of cars too.  They all seemed to be
various jocks.  Football players with the same uniform I read about in the
Petros files: a tiny jersey with the words "Stallion Football" on it, a
tiny jockstrap, and converse shoes.  All in the team colors, red and gold.
and I saw a very similar uniform for the lacrosse teams boys, their teen
abs on display from their exposed midriffs.  So many attractive boys with
their asses on full display – and they clearly all had plugs and cages
on as well.  Mostly Latino boys of all colors, but the plurality seemed to
be Mexican American.  With some Black and Asian and White boys mixed in as
well.  I saw a bunch of the jocks playing with each other, grabbing each
other's butts or tweaking their nipples and a few were even licking each
other's nipples or pits as they walked towards the school.  It was a lot to
take in.

Chris said hello to a few of the jocks as we walked by and they all seemed
to give knowing nods at me and Chris just smiled back and did a thumbs up.
I said nothing and just kept walking.

"Hey, Tadpole.  Let's take you through the main hallway, show you around."
While all of the other jocks headed straight for the practice fields, we
veered off and went towards the main building.  Inside, all the doors and
interior rooms seemed at first glance to be no different from my last high
school, kindda blah.  However, I started to notice little things.  There
was a flyer taped to one of the doors that said, "12th Annual Best Bottom
Competition" and next to it was photo of a boy in a harness riding a man
lying down, bouncing on his dick while holding a large trophy above his
head.  And I saw another flyer further down the hall, of the type that has
those little tags you can rip off and take with you, which said, "Trainer
Sex Toys for Sale – ask for a viewing and demonstration by Clint, Senior
Class, jock code #S3456."

Also, every few dozen yards there was what looked like exercise equipment,
but not really.  It was always the exact same equipment too, just repeated.
There was always a tall metal pole, kind of like a tetterball set, but
instead of a ball at the top there were two synthetic rope straps hanging
down.  They resembled the kind of straps you use to lift weights with at a
gym but seemed to have buckles.  And there were no weights to be seen.
Also, there was a small platform on the ground a couple of feet away from
the pole and straps.  Both the pole and the platform seemed to be on
hydraulic motors controlled by switches on the side that seemed to able to
raise or lower the rope straps and the platform at will.  (I could tell
because they helpfully had labels, saying "up" and "down" and "rope" and
"platform".) Finally, the pole was firmly bolted to the hallway floor and
attached to the side of the pole were two things: a small shiny metal shelf
and some kind of downward facing liquid dispenser.  The former looked like
a metal soap dish only slightly bigger.  The latter liquid dispenser looked
like the kind you see in a cheap bathroom, which you activate by pushing
the palm of your hand against the bottom nipple to dispense a small amount
of something, maybe these had hand sanitizer.  I had no idea what these
"stations" were or what their purpose would be in a high school hallway.

Chris pointed out various teachers' rooms and what subject they taught but
honestly I was in such a daze I could barely retain anything he told me.
And I assumed I would meet the teachers in person soon.  He also seemed to
be talking about which of the teachers he has sodomized and when and how
and in which orifice, etc.  That made my head spin even more – students
having sex with teachers, how was this allowed?

It was early so the hallways were almost empty and silent but as we
approached a bend in the hallway, I started to hear noises up ahead of us.
It was muffled at first but I started to be able to discern a few different
voices.  A high-pitched voice was making occasional little shouts, while a
deeper voice was grunting and moaning, and two other voices seemed to be
making little giggles.  I also heard the unmistakable crack of a hand
smacking naked skin, hard.  Each smack led to more giggles and a loud grunt
from the deep voice.  The closer we got to the bend the louder it became
and other little squeaks and slapping sounds began to be audible.  I was
almost afraid to see what was causing the noise.

But then Chris and I turned the corner and suddenly two of my questions
were answered simultaneously: who was causing the noise and how the pole
"stations" were meant to be used.  Clear as day, I saw a Stallions Football
player tied at the wrists to the rope straps at the top of a pole, his arms
pulled high above his head, and he was arching his strong back while his
athletic ass was being energetically sodomized by a boy who appeared to be
a fellow student.  All of this was happening right in the middle of the
hallway, by the way.  The football player was one of the hottest boys I had
seen yet, a blonde white boy with wavy hair parted to one side. He was tall
and muscular but a lanky frame with thick thighs that ended up to a round
bubbly butt.  He was wearing his tiny uniform football shirt but his
uniform jockstrap had clearly been roughly pushed down, it was lying on the
floor between his legs.  I also noticed that his dildo plug was out of his
ass and had been placed on the "soap dish" I saw earlier, it must be
designed to hold the plug while its owner was being used.  The football
player was clearly still wearing his cock cage, so he would not be able to
ejaculate during this encounter.  The boy sodomizing him was a somewhat
skinny black kid, he might have been a sophomore or junior, with glasses
and a hat that had an anime character on it which I didn't recognize.  He
had taken his shirt off but his jeans were still on with the fly completely
open and pushed down slightly so his penis could come out to impale this
tall football stud tied to the pole.

Next to him, were two skinny Hispanic kids, clearly not jocks, also with
their penises out of their jeans and their shirts off.  One had glasses and
one did not, both had braces.  The glasses boy was slowly stroking his
penis while the other had clearly just finished because he was not stroking
his penis and it was dripping some residual cum.  They were both watching
and giggling at what was happening but as I got closer, I could tell that
they were both also playing "Pokemon Go" on their smartphones.  Could it be
that this was so ordinary that they weren't even willing to give it their
full attention?

The black kid was pounding into the football player at high speed
intensity, like a jackrabbit.  It was a blur of motion but I could tell
that he had a dick that was not terribly thick but looked very long.  Also,
he was standing on the platform and it was raised slight to correct for
this smaller height and allow him to get the perfect angle to sodomize the
jock in front of him.  Said jock was clearly being given a workout, he was
moaning and huffing with each thrust, and his muscular ass was half red
from all of the smacks he had been given.  His nipples looked a little red
too, as thought they had been twisted and pulled on as well.

Next to me I heard Chris shout to the tied-up jock, "That you, Fitz?"

"Ugh...yea...you know...fuck fuck...representing for the Stallions...oh
FUCK that's deep...making sure these boys get their...ugh don't
stop...money's worth...," his talk was suddenly halted with another loud
SMACK on his ass.

"I didn't tell you to speak, whore.  You got that," the black kid demanded.
And then he started to pull his long penis all of the way out out of Fitz's
butt and slam it back in, over and over, at breakneck pace.  He also took
one hand off of the jock's hips to put his hands through the wavy hair and
quickly pull his head back while thrusting into him.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, I'm sorry sir, oh shit shit shit. Please
keep fucking me with that big cock sir."  This exchange made the two
smartphone Latino boys break out into another titter of laughter.  I also
noticed that the Glasses Boy started to pick up the pace on his own
masturbation.

"That's better, jock boy.  With that cage on, your jock pussy is just about
the only way you get down.  So, you should be grateful we decided to stop
by early this morning to tap this pussy."  He looked like a nerd but talked
like an angry sex maniac.  This line of talk also made the black kid cycle
down to a fast paced but more graceful series of thrusts. He let go of
Fitz's hair and returned to holding onto Fitz's hips tightly but then I saw
him move one hand to the jock's cock cage and give it a hard flick.  This
made Fitz give out a long moan, but then went right back to soft cursing as
the fast thrusts continued.

Chris and I kept walking closer until Chris was right next to Fitz.  The
three nerds barely even registered us.  Chris put the football player's
head in one of his hands and put his brown thumb in the jock's mouth for
the boy to suck on, somewhat stifling his groans and moans.

Chris looked him in the eyes and said, "You get that dick, get that dick.
Show these boys that the Stallions are the best sluts in Texas."  Fitz
began to nod vigorously and suck harder on the thumb in his mouth and then,
maybe because of Chris' inspiration, began to not only take the nerd's
penis but started to rock back and forth to meet the already fast paced
thrusts.  All I could hear was the slap, slap, slap, slap, slap of a strong
ass forcing itself back onto a hard penis.

This must have taken Anime Hat by surprise because he suddenly started to
shout, "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum!  You're gonna make me...you're
gonna make me shoot all up in your PUSSY!" And with that he grabbed onto
those white cheeks even tighter and closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the
feeling of ejaculating inside that football player's big ass. After a solid
minute of what must have been a huge load pumped into Fitz's ass, he
stopped heaving and said, "That's good shit."

Chris let go of Fitz's face and Fitz's head immediately dropped down and he
started to huff and puff.  He then turned his head around to Anime Hat,
while still tied to the rope straps high above his head and said in a loud
but tired voice, "Thank you for your cum, sir.  I hope you have enjoyed
my...Public Service.  When you are out of my...jock hole please take a
moment to rate me...on your app. Leave any feedback about my
performance...and please use me again...soon."  Anime Hat slowly pulled his
long dick out of Fitz's ass (Fitz gave a little yelp as it came out) and I
finally got a full look at it, it was dripping juices onto the polished
hallway floor.  The dick must have been 10 inches long and only a little
thicker than a highlighter.  It must have really gone deep into his butt,
and based on the sounds Fitz was making, it touched him in places not
usually touched by the average penis.

Chris said to Fitz, "That's a hardcore Stallion, getting triple teamed
before 9am.  I know how sweet that ass of yours can be, can't wait til I
get another taste.  You get that Big A yet today?"  Fitz didn't speak but
just sadly nodded in the negative.  "Aww, well don't worry I'm sure it's
coming."

Fitz smiled and then immediately opened his mouth in a soundless-cry
because the third nerd boy, the Latino boy with glasses who had been
jacking his penis the entire time stepped up behind Fitz, used the liquid
dispenser that apparently held lube, lubed up his penis, and immediately
slammed his penis up Fitz's ass all the way to the base.  He didn't give
Fitz any time to adjust, just started to pound way, while playing with his
own dark nipples.  Glasses Boy wasn't as fast as Anime Hat but still had
the jackrabbit speed of an over-eager teenager, desperate to cum.  His
penis wasn't nearly as long as Anime Hat's but it was much much thicker.

Glasses Boy said, "You're not done yet, jock boy, we still have 5 more
minutes on the clock.  It's my turn to breed this ass." Smiling with his
big mouth full of braces, he continued to pound away.

Fitz immediately began, "God dammit, shit, shit, shit.  That's so good sir,
your dick is stretching my jock hole.  Don't stop sir, please don't stop."
The third kid, who had clearly already sodomized Fitz before we even
arrived, noticed that the new boy was not quite level with the jock.  So he
walked over to the platform control and hit the switch to make the platform
rise up a bit, making Glasses Boy more level with Fitz's hole.  That seemed
to have an immediate impact on Fitz.

He screamed, "OH FUCK.  That's it.  Right there.  Fuck me right there.  OH
GOD.  Please sir, please, please, please.  I need it so bad.  FUCK MEE."

Chris leaned over to me, "I think this one is gonna do the trick.  Get him
to the Big A.  Look at him go; he sounds like he needs it bad.  Must not
have cum in a hot minute."

I leaned in as well, "What's a `Big A'?"

"An anal orgasm, dummy.  When we're locked up, it's the best we can get.
It's like a full body orgasm but we get it from getting our hole fucked
down.  God it feels good, starts in the ass and just spreads to the whole
body like waves of energy or some shit like that.  But it's hard to do,
takes a real butt slut or being fucked by an expert cock to get to one.
Looks like Fitz is just pent up enough to get there with these boys."

Next to us, an ongoing symphony of "slap, slap, slap, slap" and
increasingly higher pitched "shit oh shit shit shit shit, please sir, shit
shit shit."  While the other two boys half watched and half played on their
phones.  Anime Hat took a selfie video of himself, two fingers up and
tongue out, while his friend was sodomizing Fitz in the background and
posted it on his social media.

"Well, Fitz, I've gotta take the Tadpole to his first practice.  I'll leave
you to it, good luck on the Big A. I believe in you." And we both started
to walk away, to the sounds of continued sodomy and teen giggling.

We only got 10 o 20 feet away when I heard the Anime Hat kid shout, "hold
up" and start waddling our way.  He was waddling because his jeans were
still not zipped, and his long thin dick was hanging down, so he had to use
one hand to keep them from falling down and tripping him up.

He walked right up to Chris and said, "You like the show?  I bet you did.
This is new kid, huh," he turned to look me up and down but then looked
back at Chris. "Does he know about what a top stud you are?  How all the
boys here let your big dick come out to play?  I bet it makes all your
teammates super jealous.  Half the boys in this school have taken a ride on
this here pinga." He then reached down and cupped the front of Chris'
speedo and cock cage in his hand and gave it a little shake.  Chris clearly
wanted to groan but stoically just gritted his teeth and took the teasing
from the much smaller twink.

"But, you know, seeing a big top jock like you just gets my dick hard."
The nerd then moved his hand from the cage to cupping Chris' speedo-clad
left ass cheek. "What's it been, almost a year since I took this big
Dominican ass for a ride?  I almost forgot how much tighter you are than
all those other senior sluts are, I've not nearly used you enough.  What do
you think, Aquaman, do I need to save up some credits to take you for a
spin before you graduate?"  Anime Hat then reached back even further and
started to reach into Chris' too tight speedo and play with his dildo plug,
pulling it out just a bit and then letting it sink back in, doing this over
and over as he teased the swimmer.  Using his other hand, he started to use
the red nipple piercing on Chris' right pec to twist Chris' nipple around
clockwise and then counterclockwise. Not too hard but not all that gentle
either.

This was too much for the, up to now, dom and stoic Chris.  His whole face
changed, breathing heavily and biting his lower lip, he even hunched over a
tad.  He looked down on the nerd with desperate eyes and said, "Whatever
you want, Gizmo.  I'm here to serve.  You're right, I love to fuck, but I'm
just as much of a bottom slut as any of these fucks, yo...ughhhh."  The
last line was just a long low groan Chris gave out as Gizmo began to pick
up the speed on his plug manipulation.  (And, good gravy, "Gizmo".  This
big masculine alpha male was being dominated in public by a boy named
"Gizmo."  That's just jarring.)

Gizmo stopped everything, which made Chris left out a loud breath, and with
a final smack on Chris' speedo ass said, "Good slut.  Maybe me and my club
will have to pool our resources and get you for a whole night.  I wanna see
how many loads I can pump into this tight swimmer's ass in one sesh, while
you don't get to shoot a drop of jizz.  See ya later, Aquaman."  He then
turned and carefully walked back to the sodomy station, where Fitz was
still getting a long hard drilling, while already back on his smartphone.

We continued walking to our destination, with Chris almost immediately
recomposing himself into his usual machismo self.  Once Gizmo was out of
earshot, he said without looking at me, "That's one dirty fucker.  He
really gets off on torturing jocks, especially ones like me who live to
fuck and cum.  I mean, half of the jocks at Central Valley love it and some
even come crawling back for more of his dom bullshit, but the rest of us
just have to take it and show that we're as good of a sub as any of them."

I had to ask, "What did he mean by `my club'?"

"Oh, yea, those three are the leaders of the Sci-Fi and Fantasy Club.
They're a total nerd crew but they really know how to fuck."  Chris then
absentmindedly started to rub his speedo where the plug was sitting for a
few strokes.  "And some of their families are hella flush, so they buy a
lot of Public Service.  A lot for high school kids at least, most kids our
age can only afford it once and a while.  Unless they get codes from
volunteering or some shit like that.  Some guys, man..."

Next question, "Who was that football player?"

"Oh, the slut getting tag teamed?  That was Fitzsimmons.  His first name is
really Ian but we all just call him Fitz.  The nerds must have caught him
on the way to morning football practice and used some service credit on
him.  Dragged him to the nearest "Breeding Stand" and started to dick him
down.  I bet he's gonna be dripping nerd cum all throughout today's
football practice.  Unless one of his teammates asks to suck it out of him.
Some of those cum sluts really get off on Gizmo and his boys' whole vibe.
Would love nothing more than to suck out what they slammed into Fitz."  I
started to picture that in my mind and suddenly I had to reach down to
re-adjust my underwear again.

Chris continued, "Fitz is the main kicker for the Football team.  He's a
junior and already at a constant-7 and loves to brag about it.  That's one
proud slut boy.  Did you see that meaty ass?"

"Yea," I whispered.

"Fuck I'm so horned up watching him get pimped out like that that.  I'm
gonna have to find him between classes, push him against a locker, and eat
that big ass of his until the next bell.  Fuck!"

I saw the wheels turn in his head and he turned back towards me.  Somehow
he was about to tell me something I didn't know, that he knew would get a
rise out of me.  I don't know how I knew but I just did.

"Fitz is gonna have a wild day.  But nothing like you, you're gonna have
one hell of a day."  I gulped and looked down towards the floor, afraid of
what I was about to walk into.

"But nothing like your sexy as fuck brother, KJ.  That bitch boy is really
in for it – he's gonna have some stories for you tonight."  I looked at
him quizzically.  "In fact, I'm gonna have to buy the video stream from
today's Slut Crew training session, since he's being sized today.  Gonna
download that shit as soon as I get home, just to see every inch of that
ginger slut's fine ass body when he meets The Twins.  Wish I could jerk off
to it too, but I'll just have to memorize how his face looks when they
start on him.  I'll think of him next time I get this fucking cage off."

"Wait, what do you mean by `the Twins?'"

Chris looked at me with a big wide insane grin and even started playing
with his nipple piercings again out of excitement, "Those dirty fucks in
the School Administration want to make sure our cheerleaders are ready to
rock and roll – best in the state and all that.  So, their sizing goes a
little different than they do to us jocks..."

"Different how?"  I had to know.


<<KJ>>

Arriving at Central Valley High, after the Cop had made Diego pay for his
speeding ticket on the spot, we pulled into a half-empty school parking
lot.  According to Diego, this was the "back side" of the school.  The
cheerleading practice area was a bit separate from the rest of the jock
areas.  Apparently, they maintain their own building, just for the
cheerleading team.

Diego and I stepped out of the car and walked around to the hood of the
car.  I took a quick peek at his sexy skirted Latino ass and still dripping
cock and said, "God, I'm already so horny.  Anything in this cheerleader
orientation gonna help me with that?"  I flashed my usual shit eating grin
at the sexy twink.

Diego returned my megawatt grin, watt for watt, but he had an
uncharacteristically mischievous look in his eyes.

He just replied, "Sí."

-- End of Chapter Three --