Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2020 11:21:41 -0700 From: Julio Sanchez Subject: Central Valley High Series - 6 With the permission of the author, I am 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 the world they have already built. 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 :-) If you like this, or have any suggestions, please let me know at julio.sanchez66677@gmail.com. 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 to help it continue to thrive – the link is https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And enjoy! ---- Central Valley High Football By Julio Sanchez Chapter Six Day 2 <> "Good boy." With one hand still on my shoulder blades, Chris brought his other hand down to my cock plug and got a good hold of it. He slowly started to pull it out and push it back in with little strokes. It felt so fucking good. "Because I'm gonna make sure you spend the whole day sweating. And remind you that, from now on, I own this ass." And he started twisting the plug inside of me. Chris started to pick up the pace and pulled my plug half of the way out and then let my ass suck it back in. I was feeling every bit of the Performance Juice start to hit me, as it was coursing through my bloodstream. If I wasn't caged up, my dick would have been rock hard. Instead, I could feel my penis leaking inside of the cage, getting slipperier and slipperier. Even that felt good, as the precum lubed up my cock head and made it rub against the hard nano-material. Or whatever that sci-fi stuff was called. What is this world?! I heard Chris start to breathe heavier and feared that he might be in the mood for a long session on my already tingling ass, in public no less. When suddenly a loud whistle coming from the football field snapped Chris out of whatever "cage rage" power trip he was on. So, he pushed my plug back into me with a huff and let go of my shoulder. I eased up from the chain link fence, stood up, turned around, and faced him. "We'll get back to this tight ass later. I want to see what the coach meant by the football team was having a special type of practice. So, shut up and follow me, boy." Chris barked at me and then started off for the football field at a brisk jog. Watching his naked Latin body run was so hot. His ass was bouncing everywhere. Before being further mesmerized, I jogged along behind him. We found an entrance to the fence that would let us onto the football field and we headed for the large group assembled on the field towards the center. It was clearly the whole football team, sitting on those locker room benches that I had seen earlier before we went into the swim team area. I could also see other types of gear, boxes, straps, and what looked like three individual padded benches arranged in front of the locker room benches, but I had no idea what any of it was, since this was definitely not standard issue football team equipment. Once we got closer, I saw that there were two older men next to the exercise machines, in front of the boys. The men were fully clothed, coach type clothing, so I could guess who they were. Looked like they were briefing the team on something, lots of hand gestures and pacing. I couldn't hear what was being said yet, just murmuring and some approving grunts from the seated football players. The football team was probably the hottest group of guys I have ever seen in my life. And they were all dressed so sluttily, of course. Jockstraps, cock cage poking out from the jockstraps, tiny football jersey, black cock plugs sticking out of their asses (just like me), and the team shoes/socks. All in the school colors of red and gold. Even for how slutty they were dressed, it served to made me feel even more naked by comparison. I was reminded anew how much we would stand out even in this world of boy whore jock uniforms. And my heart started to sink again. But at the sight of the sexy jocks I was horned up all the same. We got close and I could hear the coach spot us and break their speech to say, "And here are two of the swim sluts, who will be joining us in this extra-special practice." The coach pointed in our direction and the heads of every football player turned to look at us. I was suddenly being stabbed by a thousand little daggers as their eyes bore into me. Once they saw that we were naked they immediately started cat calling and whistling and jumping up and down to further humiliate them. Even from behind him, I could see Chris tense up with some embarrassment of his own. But I saw him put on a macho front and just give them all "the finger" from both hands and then he literally started barking back at them. Like a dog. What is going on here?! The football players obviously liked Chris' reaction and got a bit less aggressive but were still clapping and whistling intermittently. At Chris and me. They didn't even know me but were already seeing me completely naked and caged and plugged. I couldn't feel any dirtier and more humiliated. But I had to put on a brave face. The main coach decided it was time to calm the team down and said, "Okay, okay, that's enough boys. Coach Vicente told me to expect these two swim sluts at today's practice. Seems he has a new fish and wants us to help him get wet, so to speak." He paused with a smirk to let the boys let out some laughs and whoops at his pun but the coach put his hands up to cut the laughs off. "He also told me to expect two naked swim sluts to show up. Seems he wants to give the town more reason to use his boys, so from now on all swim team members are gonna be walking around with nothing but their plugs, cages, nipple rings, and a big `please-fuck-me' grin. So, get used to seeing the swimmers wiggling those tight naked asses around the school from now on and just enjoy the show." He looked Chris and I up and down before adding, "I know that I sure as shit will." And at that the football players let out more cheers and whistles in our direction. The second coach didn't say anything but waved us over to stand next to him, near the front of the rest of the team. Chris and I both walked over, avoiding football player hands reaching out to tweak our nipples or grab our naked butts. The head coach started to say, "but back to today's special training...", before suddenly being interrupted. "Coach, yo, coach! I got a question." The words were coming out of an incredibly sexy tall Latino football player who was seated on the front bench. He had stood up as he asked the question out of nowhere, raising one hand casually, in that jock way that all jock boys on my earth seemed to do as well. "Um, fine, what is it Elian?" The head coach sighed in exasperation but seemed to be willing to indulge the boy. The sexy boy was named Elian and I cannot understate how hot he was. Tall, strong, with a muscly ass barely contained in the Central Valley High Football jockstrap, with a large plug protruding out from his hole. He had the usual uniform but was also wearing a large gold chain around his neck. Very ostentatious. He must be an important player. Otherwise I'm surprised the coaches would let him wear it, since it's not part of the standard uniform. But in either case he was definitely the hottest boy on the team. My cock yearned to be free and hard just looking at him. The sexy football player began, "Well, Chris and the new swim slut are both late to practice. I know that they're guests and all but I think they should have to follow our rules when they're in our house. We all know the rules." He put up both arms and gestured to the rest of his teammates. "When any of us are late, we have to make it back up to the coaching staff, we have to make the disrespect right. Right?" At that, the rest of the teammates began to grunt their agreement. "The rest of the team has to run laps, but the offenders have to pay the real price." I didn't know what he meant by "make it up to the coaching staff" but I was beginning to get nervous. And something about the way Elian was staring at me and Chris – but mostly Chris. Elian had this smirk on his face that made me think there was something between the two of them. Like Elian was enjoying getting the chance to mess with Chris. And I looked over and saw that Chris had fixed Elian in a red-hot, hate stare. Must be some history between them. Elian kept up the taunting, "We all know the deal. In fact, just last week, when Chip and Angelo showed up ten minutes late. We all enjoyed the show, amirite guys?!" And the team all began to grunt and shout various guttural versions of "yes!" Now I was starting to get extremely nervous. "But Chip and Angelo took it like the Stallion Sluts that they are and rode you and Coach Tito until they had both milked out a load from your big Puerto Rican cocks. And I know they were two huge loads – I sucked the load out of Chip's ass myself!" Elian looked back over at us and said, "You two tardy boys ready to ride two of the biggest cocks in town?" And then he blew a kiss at Chris. Chris didn't move a muscle but he and I both looked at the head coach. This is crazy! If any football player is late to practice, they have to ride the coaches until they cum? How can they do that? And the boys all get to watch? Surely, they wouldn't make us do that, right? I wanted to run away but I didn't take a step. Just waited for what the coach was going to say. The head coach looked at Elian for a few seconds, then looked over at the other coach. They exchanged smirks, and then both looked over at us. I could feel both of their eyes running all over us and especially our asses. I was so tense I think I squished the plug inside of me into the smallest diameter that the techno sci-fi material would allow. After what felt like an eternity, the Coach looked back at Elian and said, "I appreciate your newfound interest in following the rules – Elian – but we have too much to do today. As much as I would like to give that new swimmer a welcome-the-school fucking myself, alas we must press forward. But I'll make sure to tell Coach Vicente and I'm sure he'll think of a suitable punishment for his two naughty boys. And maybe he'll even film it and we can all see it on the web for ourselves later. But for now, sit down and no further interruptions. Unless you want to volunteer for a ride on my cock yourself? I have not had a chance at that perfect ass of yours since your last Coach's Evaluation." With that, Elian sat back down in his seat with a smirk that was only a fraction less smug. I could feel myself and Chris both relax slightly. The head coach, who I learned is named Coach Suarez, had a slight East Coast accent to his voice that I couldn't place but Elian talked about their "big Puerto Rican cocks", which made me realize that the coach must be a New Yorker, which is why he had a slight accent. And I assume that the other coach, the Coach Tito, must be as well. They were both very attractive, maybe mid 40s, the head coach was bleached blond with no facial hair and the other coach was dark haired also without facial hair. They weren't especially big or bulky but were definitely fit. And apparently, they enjoy punishing their players by making them ride their dicks. That doesn't sound the usual coach-type behavior from my world. Not by a long shot. And, according to Elian, they had two of the biggest cocks in town. Maybe that was just brown-nosing but something about Elian's oozing glee at the thought of watching them sodomize us right then and there, made me think he just might have been telling the truth. And truth be told, I think it even made Chris flinch at the thought. I really dodged a bullet there. I'm not sure what separates a "Public Service" sodomizing from a "punishment" sodomizing in this world – but I'm sure it is noticeable. What brought two native New Yorkers to Texas to teach football? Very odd. Coach Suarez continued, "Now that our quarterback / hall monitor is done, time for today's practice. Today will be an Advanced Pegging lesson. I know your slut holes are all still a bit sore from yesterday's training machine session, so you can relax. A little bit. In a moment each of you will go over to one of the bins on the ground next to Coach Tito and collect a strap-on harness and a dildo of your choice. You have a wide variety to pick from and I suggest you pick well. Your performance will depend on it." Coach Suarez gestured at the bins on the ground and, looking over, I could tell that they were indeed full of black harnesses and an assortment of dildos. It looked like some were long, some were short, some were thinner, some were thick, some were ribbed, some had bumps on them, and some were twisted. And they came in all colors. "Boys, I also have a surprise for you. We have some special guests that will assist you in this lesson. And will be able to provide some immediate feedback to your performance. Without futher ado," and Coach Suarez ended by reaching down to the whistle around his neck and giving it one short, sharp blow. Directly across the field from us was what appeared to be the main football training gym and office, and at the sound of the coach's whistle the doors burst open. It was hard to see the details at first but we all immediately saw clearly enough to tell who was coming. It was four men. Or rather, three men being led towards us by a single man, who was clearly in charge. The man in charge was black, dressed in a full US Army uniform but topped with a big, shiny, calvary hat. He was holding a leather handle that connected to long metal chains that were tied to the three men behind him, attached to leather collars around their necks. The three men behind him were almost completely naked. Aside from the collars they wore brown Army boots, green socks, Army caps, and nothing else. The scene was so sexy in the bright morning sun. Clearly an Army sergeant and three of his soldiers. As they came closer, I could see more details. Two of the three men were white and one was Latino. All three were very attractive and fit but in different ways. The Latino was long and slim but fit, with a few tattoos and a golden-brown complexion. While one of the white soldiers was huge, maybe 6'2", and built like a linebacker with a dusting of very fine hair on his ass and chest – while the other was shorter, maybe my height, and thick with some hair but mostly smooth. And a huge butt for a white boy. I also could see that the three soldiers had their arms fixed at their sides because they were both cuffed at the wrists to their own thighs. They looked like leather handcuffs but tying their hands to their meaty thighs instead of hand-to-hand, so they could move their legs but not their arms. And topping off the control measures, they all had camo patterned ball gags in their mouths. They were clearly not having fun, since they seemed to be literally chomping at their bits and some drool was dripping down from their three angry mouths. I had a guess for why they looked so upset. Because it was also clear that all three of them had raging hard, throbbing, leaking cocks. Their erections looked red and angry. All three of them. They even seemed to be fucking the air as they walked. It looked like they were desperate to cum. But with their arms tied to their sides, they had no chance to reach over and jerk themselves off as long as they were restrained in this way. In a minute or so the lead clothed soldier dragged his three comrades next to Coach Suarez and shouted, "Halt!" All three desperately horny soldiers stopped moving but could barely stand still. They seemed to be trying to wiggle out of their restraints or fuck the air in front of them. It didn't even look like they were consciously doing this – something had just made them so worked up that they couldn't control it. They couldn't say anything but all three surveyed the crowd of football sluts with open, hungry eyes. Coach Suarez made the initial introduction, "As you can see, our guests are coming from the nearby Army base, Fort Spearhead. Staff Sergeant Burns here was good enough to agree to bring our special guests to help y'all train on them. So, I'll allow him to introduce our special guests. Staff Sergeant?" The coach nodded at the sergeant, who nodded back. He began, "Good morning, slut boys. Like the coach just said, I'm Staff Sergeant Burns, US Army Infantry. I was only just transferred to Fort Spearhead a few weeks ago, so none of you know me yet but let me promise you: the first chance I get to come into town, I'm gonna be using your holes as soon as I get here. This is one fine collection of boy whores. I've been watching some of your vids online and I am very impressed. Can't wait to get to dicking you boys down hard every payday. But you boys are gonna learn all about how I get down...later." "Today, I'm here for two reasons: help Coach Suarez train you sluts, and to use you to help train my soldier sluts. You see, in my company, Bravo Company, these cum crazy bitches are the lowest-performing bottoms we got. While all the other privates do their Unit Service rotations with enthusiasm and skill, these three shitbirds love to throw down a fucking but don't know how to take a real dicking and suck the load out with only their slutty holes. And I cannot abide that. My unit commander cannot abide that. And Uncle Sam cannot abide that. Not one bit." "So, it's simple. Me and the other NCOs spent the last two days teasing and edging these three shitbirds to within an inch of their life. They spend both days tied up in the barracks, not able to do anything but get edged and teased. And you better believe they are pumped full of military-grade Performance Juice. Their balls are beyond full and ready to burst! Ain't that right boys?" The sergeant then looked over at the three drooling soldiers who all looked over and vigorously, desperately began to nod their heads in agreement. Giving out what little grunts they could around the ball gags, making their drool foam up even more. "Now that's where you boys come into the picture. Y'all are gonna put on those strap-ons and go to town on these soldier boys. Drill them hard and deep and thorough. Your job is to make each of them cum twice. The one rule is: you absolutely cannot touch their dicks. The Army needs to teach them that just as much fun comes from their asses as their big ole dicks. You sluts get me?" And he looked over at the team who all shouted, "yes, sir!" The sergeant spat back, "Don't you call me `sir'! I work for a living. It's `sergeant' or `sarge', you sluts got me?" The team now shouted, "yes, sergeant!" The sergeant looked at all of the players with hungry eyes, dreaming of what he was going to do to them soon, no doubt, when he said, "Good boys." Then looking over at Coach Suarez, "Coach?" He then stepped back to show that he was done. Coach Suarez took over, "Stallions, your job today is to help the sergeant with his problem soldiers but to also to focus on you own training. The point of all of this is to train you on the proper way to peg. I know that most of you look forward to Public Service partly because you're hoping the customer will unlock your cage and let you shoot your load. And we all know that most of the time it doesn't happen. This makes most of you very frustrated and it can harm your performance during the service. Nowhere is this more evident than when the customer still wants to get fucked but does not let you use your own penis. This can be upsetting. You get more worked up because you have to pretend that the dildo you are using is your own penis and it creates a feedback loop of pure cage rage. I've seen it happen too often. And consequently, the customer does not get the proper pegging he deserves – that's if the Stallion slut even knows the first thing about pegging at all!" The coach paused and let the accusation hang in the air. I saw some of the football players look down in embarrassment. But not Elian. "So, this is your chance to practice as a team on some very eager customers who will give you immediate feedback on what is and is not working. If your technique is solid, they will shoot. If your technique is not solid, they won't. Simple. Simple enough even for you big, dumb, slut boys." "I'm going to place each of you into a team of three jocks. Each team will get 15 minutes with each soldier. Each team member will get five minutes of pegging time in any order that you wish but each boy must peg for five minutes. No one gets to hog up the entire 15 minutes. While one boy is pegging, the other teammates can encourage him and/or touch the soldier anywhere but the dick, balls, and taint. Practice will continue until all three soldiers have both cum twice, that's six loads total. I want these soldiers to leave drained and tired." Coach Suarez had a certain light in his eyes when he added, "And don't let it ever be said that your coach is not a fair man. I want this to be a real competition and I want to reward my best sluts. So, as a reward for the first team to make a soldier cum just from being pegged, that entire team will get unlocked and get to shoot one load." That immediately set all the boys on fire, some started to visibly begin bouncing in their seats, while others began to excitedly whisper to the player next to them, and couple began to punch the air with their fists in victory – as if they had already done won. Coach added, "And they can cum anyway they want, using anyone here to do it. Except for Coach Tito, the sergeant, and myself, of course." Looking around, now the boys were ready to get down to it. After the morning I had already had, the sexy players all around me, the hot naked soldiers, and the Performance Juice making it hard to concentrate on anything but the flesh around me, even my heart was fluttering at the thought of getting to ejaculate. Or no. Getting to cum. That just feels more apropos. The coach ended his instructions, "I'm going to pair you up before you get harnessed up. I already know the first team. Elian," the quarterback stands up at his name being called, "since you've taken such an interest in our guests, I'm going to make you into a team with them. Get on over there with them." The coach then proceeded to name the other players and assigned them into the other teams of three. As Elian walked over to us, he was nearly gritting his teeth in lightly disguised anger. Chris was just the same. These two must have had some serious history. Elian came over and without talking to us or saying anything, except looking me up and down for a long minute, took a standing position next to us. From up close I got a good look at his exposed ass and ripped body. He had some very vulgar tattoos all over his body. Which only added to his sex appeal. Seeing him in a jockstrap and tiny tank top, next to a naked Chris, was sending me into overdrive. Two extremely dominant jocks so on display next to me was too much for my juiced/caged body. I could feel the precum dripping out of my tip and into the interior of the cage. Once all of the teams were set, the coach had everyone walk over to the bins to get kitted up. My team walked over without saying a word to each other. We all grabbed a harness, which was made to fit over our cock cages, and then we picked out one dildo each. Elian knew exactly which one he wanted and was ready in one second. He picked a medium length but thick brown cock-shaped dildo. Chris was almost as quick but he picked a very different one. He picked a clear dildo that was covered in ridges along the whole length, it was not too thick but very long. Might have been 10 inches. My head was spinning with the decision of which dildo to choose. There were so many to choose from. In the end, I picked what looked like an average one. Cock shaped, black, not too thick and not too long. This was my first time even using a dildo, let along pegging a naked US Army soldier with one. We all put the dildos through the harness rings and then put on the completed harnesses themselves. Elian and the other football players had to take off their jockstraps first. But clearly Chris and I didn't have that problem. The dildo felt heavy but good. I could squeeze it and hold it in the ways I no longer could with my own penis. The harness fit snuggly over my black cock cage. Meanwhile, Coach Tito had been busy. I was too distracted to notice but with help from Staff Sergeant Burns he had dragged all three of the erect and bound soldiers to the three separate padded benches, which were evenly spaced about 8 feet apart from each other. They bent each soldier over the bench and then secured them to the bench by straps that tied them at both the upper arm and thigh. They still had on the same arm-to-thigh bondage straps and ball gags and the benches were not that large, so basically only their center chest was covered. All the rest, including their nipples, balls, and cock were still fully exposed and on display. The soldiers' heads just hanged low, staring at the ground. It was obviously taking everything out of them to be so horned up and to know what was about to happen. They were about to have the cum fucked out of them in a high school football team gangbang. This must be a severe affront to whatever macho soldier pride they still have to lose. But they still continued to shake and tremble, fucking the air, as their big Army cocks throbbed and dribbled pre-cum at a steady rate onto the green grass of the football field. I also noticed some camera tripods had been set up at various spots around the field to capture today's lesson. And in fact, there was a large multi-camera pod that seemed to be permanently stationed high above the football field, held in place by long cables that ran from tall poles at the far ends of the field. I guess that that was for recording all of the "action" of the football team. Game related or otherwise. Aside from everything else, it still amazes me how much money must go into all of this expensive equipment for a random high school. This world had some very bizarre financial priorities. Once all of the teams of three were assembled and outfitted with dildos, Coach Suarez told all of us the order that we were to get to peg the soldiers. My team was in the first "sprint" and we were assigned to the shorter white boy who was a little hairy and thicc. The back of his hat had a name tag that said "Gerkin", so I assumed that was his name. Private Gerkin. He had dark brown hair and some really huge thighs and legs that ended in a large, muscled ass. He had no tattoos, but his chest and leg hair in contract to his otherwise smooth skin were very sexy all on its own. He wasn't pretty in a male model way but something about him just said "country boy". His teeth were a bit crooked and he had the wide, slightly broken nose and tanned complexion of someone who spent a lot of time outside doing manual labor. I could picture him on a ranch somewhere. And here he was, ass exposed and tied down, ready for me to peg him until he cums. Add this as one more thing I never thought I'd get to do onto the list in my head. Peg a country boy. And I was so horned up that all I could think was, "why can't I use my own dick on this big ass?" I just wanted to pull my hard cock out and slam it into him until I'm ready to blow. This cock cage "juice" was turning me into a sex monster. Before Coach Suarez blew the whistle to say "begin", my team and the other two teams in the first sprint all assembled by their assigned soldiers. Chris and Elian and I had not spoken a word yet, just exchanged glances. But once we were all together, Elian decided he needed to take charge. He turned to Chris and said, "Okay, Aquaboy, you're in my house now, so I'm in charge. Make sure you and your little slut here understand that. Which means I decide the order we go in. This round your little tadpole is gonna start us off, followed by you, and then I'm gonna bring Private Gerkin home and win us all an easy load drop. You got that?" Chris got up in Elian's face, naked swimmer facing off against jockstrap-wearing football player, and said, "Who the fuck said you get to be charge of jackshit?" They were standing so close that their harness dildos were pressing against each other. "The coach did. When he made me QB. So, you better back down, unless you want to throw down. And if you do, you should know that after I whoop your ass, me and my teammates here gonna reenact your famous frat house night. You ever watch the vid they made? I know I still watch that video every time I need a good laugh. Maybe you want that, huh, bottom boy?" Chris' eyes noticeably twitched at the words "frat house" and he began to ball up his fists like he was ready to fight. I had no idea what that could mean but it must have been a serious incident from their past, for Chris to get so upset over the mere mention of it. And then Elian reached up to flick Chris' left nipple ring. Before Elian could reach it, Chris grabbed his wrist and held it in a vice-like grip. They both tensed up and started so deeply into each other's eyes that I was afraid one of the boys would clock the other before the pegging could even begin. If they started to fight, what would I do? After a few seconds of face-off, Chris abruptly backed off and let go of Elian's arm. Elian for his part also didn't press the issue. Both of them turned towards the naked and tied up Private Gerkin and let the matter drop. Chris just looked at me, gestured at the naked soldier, and said, "You heard the QB, get lubed up and ready to fuck." I was dying to ask what Elian had meant by Chris' "famous frat house night" but I was in trouble enough as it is with Chris, so I dared not even think to ask. Instead, I walked behind the thick soldier and looked down at this big ass. Chris shoved me and after I looked over at him, he gestured at the lube dispenser which had been placed next to the padded bench. So, I reached down to pump out some lube and began to slick up my dildo with it. I was running my hand up and down the dildo slowly and methodically, almost in a trance. I was so horny and frustrated at that exact moment that I could barely breathe. I wanted, no, needed it to be my own dick in my hand right now. But instead it was just this hunk of plastic and polymer. Pretty heartbreaking. Although, in hindsight, things were about to get much rougher for the bound soldiers. It was a hot sight, three naked soldiers, wearing only combat boots, an Army cap, and their dog tags, tied down ready to be pegged by high school boys. A thick brown-haired soldier, a lean Latino, and a huge blonde soldier with the body of a Viking god. All with throbbing erections, beginning for release. As I looked down at the big ass spread before me and kept running the lube over my pseudo-cock, I couldn't help but reach out with my other hand to stroke Private Gerkin's cheeks. I brought one hand down on his left cheek and cupped it, which made him do a sudden jerk in his restraints, like I had just given him a jolt of electricity. He also gave out a grunt that I could barely make out as a word. He said it again and I could confirm that he was talking to me. He was grunting, "cum." Not as a demand but a plea. It was muffled around his ball-gag but he was clearly begging us to let him shoot his pent-up load of semen. I heard Chris and Elian both chuckle behind me. I didn't say anything but continued to run my hand over his ass cheeks, moving between them, waiting for the coach's signal to begin. I was almost hypnotized by the huge smooth cheeks and the slightly hairy hole on display. His cheeks felt so smooth and strong against my bare hand. I ran a finger against his hole, gently, like a lover and I swear I could see a shiver run down Private Gerkin's spine as he raised his head to let out a short, gagged moan. I was so lost in the moment that I was about to start to push my finger into his tight hole when a sudden whistle blast broke the spell and jolted me back to reality. That was Coach Suarez's signal to begin! I was frozen for a second until Elian reached out and slapped my ass hard. He shouted, "Get in there, new boy! I'm not gonna let you two limp dicks cost me a free load shot!" And he slapped me again even harder. It made my ass clench around the plug in my ass and I had to bite my lip from letting out a gasp of pleasure. But wanting to avoid further "punishment" from Elian, I stepped towards Private Gerkin and held my dildo just in front of his now winking hole. He was clearly tensing up from the sounds of his two comrades already being vigorously pegged by football players, and the other players cheering them on to fuck harder and deeper. My dildo was slick with lube and shining brightly in the morning light. I rubbed the tight hole with my thumb just before pressing the dildo into the soldier's ass. He let out one long deep moan as I started to push the plastic cock into him, inch by inch. The other boys were not going too gentle or to slow so I didn't think I should go overly easy on him. I just pushed and pushed, not slamming it in but also not giving him much time to get used to it either. He was moaning so deeply I could feel it in my bones. I swear I could even hear a Midwest accent in the moan. I only had five minutes, so I knew that I had to pick up the pace. I pushed until my dildo's fake balls were pressed against his asscheeks. Once I bottomed out, I paused for a second before pulling out halfway and then pushing back into him. I kept at it, giving those halfway out and then all the way in strokes for the next few minutes minutes. He let out these groans each time I bottomed out, which that made me feel good about my performance. And even a bit physically good. Like his moans were tickling something deep in my own ass. I guess it was my prostate being tickled by the cock plug, but I was just now noticing how subtlety even little movements I made was causing a reaction inside of my ass. As I fucked the bound soldier, it felt like the plug was softly rubbing against my prostate with every thrust. Like I could feel my prostate grow just a bit more engorged with every stroke. I took the time to look over at the other teams and it was just as hot as I could expect. The Latino soldier was being pegged by a huge linebacker student. He was a black kid named Leo who had chosen a bright red dildo that was shaped like a corkscrew. He was mercilessly drilling into the soldier, holding tightly onto his narrow hips while methodically pushing all of the way into the soldier's ass and then almost but not quite all of the way out. The red dildo looked like an oil derrick mechanically drilling into the brown earth beneath it. The tall blonde Viking soldier was curiously being pegged by a much smaller boy named Chip. He must have been one of the kickers. He was a compact but toned white boy, almost as stout as a gymnast, and he had picked a long black dildo, classically shaped except for a very unnatural cock head. It was shaped like a more angular mushroom, which ended in a rounded point. And he was really jackhammering into the much bigger soldier. Casually slapping the near perfect white ass while pistoning into it over and over again. The blond soldier's head was straight up and he was screaming into his ball gag like a wild animal. His cock was dripping a near constant stream of pre-cum. So, I imagine the screaming was not borne of anger or pain. Just pure cum desperation. Staff Sergeant was walking up and down the line of his soldiers, making note of their progress, sometimes squatting down on his haunches to look into a particular soldier's eyes or check on the status of their throbbing erections. Looked like he was trying to gauge who would blow first. From my perspective, it still seemed to be anyone's game. As I kept thrusting into Private Gerkin's round, strong ass Elian got down on his knees in front of the soldier, so he was eye level. I couldn't hear everything, but Elian was whispering some things to the soldier while reaching over and playing with his nipples carefully. I only hear some snippets like "just a slut" and "taking that dick" and "rubbing that prostate" and "biggest load". His tone sounded like a mix of condescension and sympathy. Like he was both reminding the soldier how he was being used by a bunch of slut boys but also encouraging him how good it was going to feel to finally cum. As I worked, my own cock was leaking precum, I was so frustrated. The more I fucked the more frustrated I got. And I could see that same effect on the other boys. Instead of getting off on it, it was really just making us feel even crazier. Lord, all I was thinking was that if I didn't get to cum soon, I might just have to run back to my own universe and do everything I can to get this fucking cage off of my cock! (Sorry for the salty language, I'm not sure what's come over me since I arrived in this world.) Before I could tip myself into a cum madness, the coaches blew another whistle to tell us that the first five minute chunk was up and we were to switch teammates. I slowly pulled out and my exit was followed by a squirt of lube from the Private's ass. They must have really pre-lubricated these soldier boys good. Which was smart because the practice was just getting started. As I pulled out, Gerkin let out a grunt of frustration but it was almost immediately followed by a yelp of surprise because Chris wasted no time in coming in behind me and shoving his thinner dildo all of the way into the soldier in one deep thrust. Since Chris' dildo was covered in ridges it must really have thrown Private Gerkin for a loop after my classic, no-frills dildo. Chris wasted no time in hammering away at that big ass. He fucked with long thrusts in a series of three. Slam, slam, slam. Then he would push in all the way and move the dildo side to side, really stretching out the poor Private's (once) tight hole for a few seconds. Then back to slamming into the white cheeks. Chris also had both hands tightly gripping soldier's hips and his fingers were really digging into the man's butt, the flesh turning white under his fingertips. Private Gerkin was streaming a near constant chorus of "UGHMH UGHMH UGMH" and his cuffed hands were involuntarily gripping onto his owns thighs to handle the variety of sensations running through his body. The pegging from Chris and the ongoing shaming/encouraging narration from a kneeling Elian were clearly getting to him. The soldier's dick was starting to jump and twitch under the duress of Chris' "technique." I couldn't help but watch Chris with a twinge of personal interest. He was so sexy pounding to the older soldier and I couldn't help but imagine it was me laying there on the bench facing the Latino's sexual fury. He had already threatened to do as much. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. And his thick swimmer ass was looking amazing as it pumped and thrusted. I didn't think he'd complain if I stepped forward and buried my face into his ass. But I didn't know if that was against the rules, for one, and for two I didn't want to further disgrace myself in front of a huge crowd of other teen jock boys. But, in hindsight, that would be unavoidable in the days/weeks/months to come. Chris was beginning to really get into a rhythm and break into a sweat all over his body when the next whistle blew. He brought his hands up like at the end of a wrestling match or a magic trick and then stepped back from the young soldier. The dildo just slid right out like a wet snake. More lube dribbled out along with the dildo and the brown-haired soldier gave out another deep moan of disappointment and sexual need. He was beyond ready to cum. I looked over and none of the other two soldiers had cum yet. The Latino soldier and the big blonde soldier both looked to be at their wit's end, just like Private Gerkin. They had all taken two high school boy peggings but were as pent-up as ever. Though, based on the eager boys stroking their dildos all around them it would not be much longer before they got their release. While the third person in the other two teams both jumped right into those soldier asses, Elian took a more casual approach. He said some final things to Private Gerkin, slowly got up, let the soldier boy get a good look at the dildo that was about to penetrate him, and then walked behind the Private. Elian rested the head of his dildo against Private Gerkin's hole but didn't go any futher. He just said, "Tell me you want this, boy. Tell me you need this." At that the soldier didn't hesitate, he just starting shouting as loud as he could with a ball gag in his mouth "yes, yes". "Say `please', Private." It was muddled but a word was still audible, "Pleesh!" "Good," and as soon as Elian said that he began to push into the soldier. He slowly slid in but didn't go in all the way. He went in only an inch or two but then used his hand to angle the dildo downward. Like he was aiming for something inside of the Private. He only went a few inches further but then he stopped and began to make little small movements. Like wiggling it around on whatever spot he had focused on inside of the soldier's ass. Elian started to coach the soldier saying, "You like that don't you? Feels so good. You feel it hitting that love spot inside of you. Well you should like it. It's gonna make you cum. Gonna make you cum so hard." The soldier had his head down again and he was just giving off a high-pitched whine now. Like a dog begging for a treat. Elian continued, "You feel it don't you? Feel them butterflies in your stomach? Feel that heat start to grow, start to radiate out from your belly and out to your dick and your limbs and even reaching into your head. Yea, I bet you feel it. Feels good. Well, that's just the start. Feel that energy grow. Building and building and building. All of that energy has to go somewhere. Guess what, boy, it's going right to your dick." The soldier was now panting heavily. "You feel it build and build and build. This big cock is making you into a real bottom slut. Opening you up but good. Make you crave a hard cock in your ass." At what I guessed was about the one minute mark from the whistle, Elian stopped making small strokes and took his hand away from the dildo. Now he was just fucking him regular. Getting faster with each stroke. Going all of the way in and sliding all of the way out, making sure to focus on the bottom of his ass walls. Faster and faster. As he picked up speed he was almost shouting at the soldier, "You gonna cum for me soldier slut? You gonna cum for the quarterback? You need that cum. You want that cum shot, don't you? Don't you? So. Why. Don't. You. Just. Fucking. Shoot. That. Big. Load!" With each word he was finishing a thrust and with that last word, Private Gerkin let out his loudest shout yet and even made some spit shoot out from his ball gag. At the same time his dick shot the biggest and fastest shot load I have ever seen a person do. Not even anything in any porn film could do this justice. It was huge and there were so many spurts. The whole time Private Gerkin was just shouting and almost sobbing into his ball gag. But his load continued to come out. Meanwhile Elian had slowed his thrusts and put both of his fists up in the air in victory. Even Chris was pumping his fist up at Elian's victory, since he shared in the reward. The rest of the football team was also cheering him on but also some were grumbling the fact that they had all lost out on the competition. Even the two coaches and the Staff Sergeant were politely clapping at our team's victory. The other two teams at the other two soldiers were clearly a bit deflated and slowed down a bit since the reward was no longer theirs for the taking. But Coach Suarez blew his whistle and shouted, "practice isn't over you dumb sluts. You get back to practicing, so you can win next time. Get!" And at that the next teams took the places of the first sprint teams and got back to the task at hand. The rest of the "practice" was a bit of a blur after that first cum shot from Private Gerkin. The other two soldiers both shot their first loads in the second "sprint". My team went to the bottom of the "pegging order" while the other teams of three all took turns making the soldiers have a hands-free cum. By the time we were brought up to peg another one of the soldiers, he was the last that needed to cum for the second time. It was the taller, very pumped, blond white soldier. I didn't even get to go again. Elian forced his way ahead of Chris and I, and just got to wailing into the poor soldier. I think Elian must have had his eye on this one because he really seemed to get into it. He was pegging that huge blonde god at a mile-a-minute speed. Maybe he didn't repeat his earlier more sensual performance because he knew the soldier was already on the edge or maybe since he already won he just didn't care and only wanted to put the big Viking through the ringer while he had the chance. And the whole time Elian was slapping the beefy blonde soldier's ass until it was bright red. The quarterback looked like a real cowboy on a bucking broncho. And true to the metaphor, the blonde stud was not just passively taking it. He was thrashing against his restraints like crazy and really trying to get away from Elian's deep, hard pounding. But the soldier was securely tied down, so it only made Elian more self-satisfied. Apparently, they had anticipated this reaction and the benches were firmly fixed to the football green with heavy metal stakes. Even this blonde ox wasn't going to be bursting away from the Latin sex demon. The other teams were finished using the other soldiers, who had both cum twice hands-free, so the only thing going on was Elian's aggressive pegging and the quarterback was clearly feeding on all the attention focused on him. He was sweating up a storm, and shouting at the soldier, calling him a slut, a white bottom slut, and all kinds of dirty names, saying that he was now his bitch. It was quite a performance. And for whatever reason it did the trick. I was standing where I could see the blond soldier's face and I saw him bite down hard on the ball gag, watched his eyes go wide, heard him let out as loud of a growl/shout as he could and then under the bench his cock really exploded. Even though it was his second load of the last hour, the amount of semen that came out was tremendous. His cock exploded in all directions and was herking and jerking like it was having a seuizure. A bit of the semen even landed on my thigh. Without even thinking or taking my eyes off the blond soldier's dick and Elian's dildo assault, I reached down to scoop up the liquid and brought it up to my mouth to taste. It tasted virile. Strong. Just like this sexy blonde soldier. After that, the soldiers stayed tied down but the coaches told everyone to return their harnesses and dildos to the respective bins. I was a little uncomfortable again because at least the harness had been able to fool me into thinking I was wearing clothes again but now I was back to be just a naked swim slut again. But so was Chris, so the view wasn't all bad. We all gathered together at the benches and Coach Suarez announced, "Congrats to our first-string quarterback and the two guests from the Swim Team. That was quite a first load and might even be a new time record for pegging. I'm not sure Private Gerkin will ever feel anything like it again. Good job, Elian." The rest of the team began cheering and shouting Elian's name – so I guess Chris and I weren't included in the adulation as far as the team was concerned. As long as I get to cum, I didn't really care that much. Coach Suarez then said, "So, now your reward. Elian, Chris, and Altamash, we still have 30 minutes until class begins. Now's your chance to pick how you want to cum and with whom. Your choice and time begins – now!" Coach pressed a few buttons on his smartphone and just like that our three cock cages went away. The devices didn't completely dissolve, the black material receded down and turned into black cock rings. They were still firmly attached to our dicks but only against the base. My cock was finally free. Just the sudden feeling of warm air around my exposed dick – mixed with the plug, the nipple rings, the nakedness, and the entirety of my memories of the past few hours – was enough to make me rock hard in two seconds flat. I looked over and saw Chris and Elian's cocks for the first time. I felt a glob of pre-cum start to run down my penis at just the mere peek. Elian's cock was easily 9 inches, uncut, and just like the rest of him the only word I could think was "perfect". Perfectly proportioned, cylindrical, straight, and just thick enough to look scary but also beautiful. The dick was still encased in its jockstrap but almost entirely sticking out with the jockstrap pushed to the side. Elian was already stroking it and doing a big jock stretch, like he was a lion about to pounce. Chris' cock was also uncut but unlike Elian, even while erect, Chris' foreskin was completely covering his penis. His penis was maybe 8 inches but much thicker at the base ending at a tapered head. It curved downward ever so slightly. I needed to suck on those dicks. Someday soon. But for now I was focused on my own load. Chris and Elian were just as horned up as me, but they had opposite reactions. Elian didn't skip a beat. He already knew what he wanted. He walked back over to the blonde Viking-sized soldier, still tied down to the bench. Elian rubbed his long cock, reached down to get some lube to run over it, mixing with his already copious pre-cum, and started to grind his cock up and down the soldier's well-used ass crack. Based on the soldier's hat, the blond stud's name was Private Bernard. Elian's plugged ass was clenching and releasing with every grind against Bernard's Viking ass. This scene was hard to look away from but then I wanted to see what Chris was doing and noticed that he was just looking at me, stroking his cock by running the long foreskin up and down his shaft. He said to me, "What's it gonna be, tadpole? Who you gonna pick?" It seemed he wanted to let me get my choice of the rest of the boys here. It was uncharacteristically generous of him. It felt suspicious but I wasn't going to complain. I looked over all of the football players, who were either watching Elian's grinding with lust and envy or looking at Chris and I will excitement and apprehension at who we were gonna pick. Based on how a few were looking at Chris or my own dick, some were practically begging to be picked by us. Others less so. I started starring at the short boy who railed into Private Bernard earlier, Chip. Especially since they mentioned that he had been fucked in front of the whole team by the coaches recently. That had made my imagination go wild. I also zeroed in on the beefy redhead football player who I had seen being used thoroughly by the AV club at one of the "Breeding Stands" in the main building, Fitz. He had been so sexy while taking those teenage dicks. But, in the end, I couldn't get the memory of the way that Private Gerkin's thick ass had felt in my hands out of my head. I wanted to feel those cheeks slap against my balls. I wanted to hear what that sounded like. I wanted to know what his hole would feel like against my throbbing cock. I wanted him. I walked over to Private Gerkin and stepped behind him. I heard him give out a loud groan when he realized what was about to happen. He clearly knew exactly what was going on around him. I was in such a frenzy that I didn't even give myself any time to enjoy. I lubed up my cock, grabbed a fistful of a cheek with one hand, and guided my cock to his hole with the other hand. His hairy hole was covered in lube from the hour-plus dildo assault he had just gone through and the hole itself was definitely open and well-stretched. So, I didn't have any trouble slamming my cock all the way to the base with one push. Man, maybe it was the Juice or the plug in my ass stroking me from the inside, but I felt tingles all over my body just from the feeling of my dick in a (mostly) still tight ass. Tingles and shivers that started at my dick and radiated out to the rest of me. I bottomed out in the soldier and then then started pumping away. I was so horned up that I wasn't even thinking. Just an animal in heat. Private Gerkin was groaning up a storm from my cock. He must have assumed that he was done being fucked, at least for the morning, so this must have been a rude awakening. But hidden in his grunts, I could have sworn I heard some notes of pleasure. And then I looked down and his dick was hard again. That made me feel good. I still couldn't see who Chris had chosen but everything felt so good that I didn't even think about it. Meanwhile, the football team had been cheering the whole time, egging Elian and me on to fuck the soldiers hard. But a sudden shout from Elian made me look over at him. He shouted to the Staff Sergeant and asked, "Can I take the gag out of my bitch's mouth?" The Staff Sergeant looked back at Coach Suarez who nodded back the Staff Sergeant. The Staff Sergeant put on his most nonchalant expression and replied to Elian," Yea, you go right ahead Champ." Elian stopped his grinding to reach around and updo the Private's ball gag. It fell to the ground, along with a big wad of spit dribbling from the soldier's now exposed mouth. After coughing up some excess spit, the Viking soldier spoke, "Come on man. Go fuck one of your other football sluts, this soldier's ass is closed for business. You little shits already did a number on me." The football player went back to standing behind the soldier and grinding his dick into the thick ass, making Private Bernard squirm some more. Elian said, "Oh, that was nothing. Those dildos can't compare to a real man's dick." Elian continued to grind, clearly wanting to draw this out longer. Bernard scoffed and said, "I don't see no men here, just slut boys like you." The smile on Elian's face cracked just a bit at that dig. He had clearly had enough foreplay teasing the soldier and began to press his cock head into the well-loosened Army hole and said, "We'll see who the slut boy is when I blow my load deep inside of you." Elian then pushed in nearly all of the way, at least six inches deep, and the soldier let out a giant exclamation of "oh shit!" Elian quickly added as he bottomed out in the huge soldier, "And we'll see who the bottom boy is when I fuck another load out of you too!" And then Elian really started to fuck. He was like a machine. Pistoning his cock in and out of the Private with machine-like consistency and force. It must feel like being fucked by a piece of construction equipment. This made the Private really start to groan and shout and scrunch his face up into a snarl. But I could see that it had also brought his dick back up to being fully erect. Slam and thrust, slam and thrust, slam and thrust. Over and over again on the blonde soldier. Bernard was gripping onto his own thigh straps for dear life. Even his moans were starting to get high pitched. He must be wondering for how much of the 30 minutes remaining would/could Elian drag this out to last. The boys cheering Elian on gave out an even louder war whoop when Elian put an arm around the Stallions jersey he wore and shucked it off with a flourish. He had already taken off his jockstrap just before he started fucking the Private, so now Elian was completely naked except for the big gold chain around his neck, bouncing across his sweaty chest with every thrust. And a black plug sticking out of his perfect brown ass. Watching this Latino teenage sex god demolishing a big blonde army soldier was a wet dream come to life. But Elian, ever the glutton for more, wasn't satisfied. He turned his head and shouted to the crowd, "Axel, get over here and eat my fucking ass while I breed this slut." From out of the crowd a big, muscly Asian boy came dutifully running over to where Elian was fucking. The Asian boy, Axel, was a big boy, completely jacked, with a handsome face and jet-black hair in a flattop haircut. He also had the prettiest sparkling grey eyes. He immediately kneeled down behind Elian, who slowed his pace to give Axel better access, and gingerly pulled out the quarterback's plug. As soon as it popped out Elian gave out a deep grunt. Then Axel immediately began to dive face first into Elian's exposed ass. He gripped Elian's thighs with his hands to steady himself as Elian began to speed up his thrusts. But Elian was giving Bernard much shorter and slower thrusts to enjoy the ass eating that he was clearly loving. He put his head back and closed his eyes and shouted to no one in particular, "God damn." Axel was really getting in there and tonguing his hole with everything he had, and it was really doing a number on Elian. Private Bernard was still giving out mostly grunts and moans but, once we knew what was going on behind him, he started talking again. "So that's how it goes. (Oh fuck man.) The (fuck) big bad-ass football top likes getting his hole played with after all. (Oh shit fuck.) Well, don't worry. I ain't gonna forget this anytime soon. (Fuck.) I'm gonna order some Public Service from you the first chance I get. And I'll show you how I like to play with a big ass like yours." Elian began to pick up the pace a bit but didn't say anything, letting his thrusts do the responding for him. "(Fuck fuck fuck.) Maybe I'll even talk my whole squad into pooling our money together and getting you for a whole night. (Ugh, shit.) We'll take you back to the barracks and really show you a good time. Teach you what a football slut boy like you is meant do when he meets real men like me and my squad. Make sure you get to know all of...FUCK!" Elian had decided to shut him up by pushing in all the way and slowly moving his dick around, deep inside the Private's ass. It worked for the moment. I looked away to focus back on the ass I was pounding into and get back into it. When out of nowhere I felt a hand at my plug. I looked behind me and there was Chris with an evil glint in his eye. He pulled the plug out of my ass with one long pull, which made me cry out, and then let it fall from his hand down onto the green. My ass was now exposed to the open air and that's when I felt it. His big uncut cock resting on my asshole. I turned to look fully at Chris' face and before I could ask him what he was doing he said, "Coach said we could have any ass here. Guess who I picked?" I had completely stopped my thrusts and then Chris pushed me forward onto the soldier's meaty back, so I was fully impaled in Private Gerkin, who took the extra penetration with a loud "UMMGH". Despite all of the anal penetration I had already gone through today, this was the first time a real penis was inside of me for a long time. Since I was already impaled deep in an ass, I was trapped, Chris started to push in one slow but steady thrust. I couldn't help it, I started to shout, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, Chris. Chris Chris Chirs Chris!" Chris pushed inch after inch into me. Meanwhile my own penis was throbbing inside of the soldier. As Chris pushed inside of me, he started sucking on one of my ears and reaching around to play with my new nipple rings. It was making me moan like crazy. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but I couldn't stop it. It got harder and harder to take his thick dick, Chris' dick really tapered out to a girthy base. It felt like having a traffic cone in my ass. After the last few painful inches, I felt his balls and the black cock ring press against my butt cheeks and I knew he was all in the way inside of me. It felt so thick and went so deep. I couldn't even imagine what Elian's cock must feel like, since his was even bigger. Once he was all the way in, Chris leaned over and said, "I told you your ass belonged to me now." And then he started to pull out, got almost all of the way out of me before pushing back in. He kept doing this as I stayed pressed again the Private. His stroke length would change, sometimes he would pull out everything but the dick head or sometimes he would just do short little thrusts. But he kept it to a slow pace, obviously wanting me to get used to him. I guess we are teammates after all, only makes sense that he would not go too rough on me. And as far as he was concerned, I was a slut boy with not much training who wanted to be a pro like the rest of these boy whores. So, he was half right. After a few more minutes of this gentle fucking, he pulled almost completely out except for the head of his cock and said, "You still gotta get to nutting, tadpole. No one said you could stop. Get back to fucking." I straightened back up a bit and then started to pull back on the ass I was impaled into but that made me just impale myself on Chris' dick. I shouted "oh god, oh god, oh god" as I pulled back nearly all of the way and then thrust back into the soldier's ass. It was intense but it started to really feel good. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to last. I was really moving now, every pull out of Gerkin's ass squeezed the ass around my cock and then made me squeeze my own ass around Chris' cock. I was going faster and faster, ready to shoot my load, ready to explode. Chris' dick was hitting everything inside of me just right. The downward curve of his dick was making my heart palpate and my mouth run dry. I was fucking as fast as I could and I could even hear Chris start to breathe heavy, maybe he was close too. That's when I heard a shout from a bit far away but still clear as day. "Altamash, you little slut! I fucking knew it!" Without even seeing where it was coming from, I knew whose voice that was – it was KJ. How long has he been watching? I didn't have the willpower to think about that. I had to cum so bad, everything in my body was ready to blow. Just a few more strokes and I would be there. —— <> I turned to Diego and said, "Look at that little dweeb go! Prude, my ass, he's really taking it from both sides. Man, that looks like fun. Wait a sec, it looks like a whole orgy is going on here. Looks like Elian is really going to town on someone while another boy is eating his ass. This is so fucking hot." And then I did a double take and said to no one in particular, "Holy shit, are those Army soldiers!" -- End of Chapter Six --