Steve hated this.  He had been in the stocks for hours.  He had lost track of how many men had shot a load in his ass.  He still made this face each time a guy came in him.  He could feel the jizz dripping out of his gaping ass and running down his taint and thighs. From behind he could hear the men talking and laughing, he had no idea how many men were still waiting to fuck him.  Most of them were strangers, but he recognized the voice of his best friend and at least two of his teammates.  

He would just have to endure, until the men were done.  Then he would be released and could try to forget about this.  He would never be able to speak to his best friend again, and he would need to quit the team, but he was strong and could move on past this.  He would never speak of it again, and eventually this weekend would fade from his memory, or so he hoped.

What Steve did not realize, was that this entire event was being recorded and uploaded.  He would be recognized on the streets and in bars as a cum whore for the rest of his life.  Random men would pull him into alleyways and toilets and force him to take dick.  His teammates and former best friend, used him every night that week, spit roasting him raw and hard. Steve had become a cum dump.  He would never go back to being the “man” he was prior to the stockade weekend.