teammates – Page 4 – sausagewithgirth

He had won, and needed to prove his superior dominance over me. He knew I did not want to lick his arm pit in front my teammates. He grabbed to back of my neck and pushed my head forward. I could smell his sweat, his odor and his masculinity. He pushed forcefully until my face was buried in his pit. My nose was nestled in the hairs of his armpit. He held it there, so I could not back off, and told me to lick. I had no choice, he had won, he was the better man. A bet is a bet. As my tongue pushed out past my lips, I heard the gasp of my teammates. I just blocked them out and counted down, in my mind as I licked, ten…..nine…..eight….seven….until it was over. As I reached one and the final lick, I realized he was no longer holding me in place. My face stayed deep in his pit of my own choice, not because it was forced.

After a moment, I pulled away. I looked into his face and saw joy. He had a smug, self satisfied grin on his lips. We made eye contact only for a moment, before I cast my gaze downward, submitting to him in even this smallest battle of wills. As my eyes looked at the floor, I could see his hairy legs, sticking out from the bottom of his basketball shorts. His shorts were tented out! He had a hard on, from having me submit to him. It looked huge! His massive cock was standing straight out from his body. I could not take my eyes off of it. I watched it twitch inside of the nylon fabric. He patted me on the head, like a puppy and said “Lets go to the showers”. I watched as he pulled off his shorts freeing his thick. ten inch slab of meat, grabbed a towel and headed into the shower room, without looking back to see if I would follow.

I looked around at my teammates for support, but found nothing but disgust, and possibly lust, in their stares. Seeing no support from my “friends”, I meekly dropped my own shorts and followed him to the showers to accept my fate. I knew that my punishment was not complete, but I could not imagine, how bad it was going to be. The licking of his pit was not going to be the end of it. I had already submitted to him, and for the rest of my life, I would know that I was not an Alpha male. He was superior to me and always would be. The only question now, as I stood before him, naked, in the showers of the gym, was how he would make me submit to him, and I guess, if he would share me with my former friends and teammates.

Bitch, I am going to make sure you never question my orders on the field again. I am the captain and the only way we win is if you follow my orders without hesitation. Therefore, from now on you will be taking my orders on and off the field. I am going to fuck all the resistance out of you. You will become very used to doing what I say, anyplace and anytime.

Since you decided to question my orders in front of the team, I guess its only fair that your training, to learn to follow orders unquestionably, will occur in front of the team as well. They should be coming off the field any moment now. Seeing you bent over, taking my cock up the ass, like a bitch, will reinforce, in the rest of the guys how important it is to follow my direction.

I bet when I order them to take a turn in your new cunt, they will do so without hesitation.

Knows his teammates are watching, and that his life as he knew it is over. It’s too late to regain his manhood at this point, so he closes his eyes, trying to block out the looks of shock, disgust and pity on his former friends faces and focuses on the task at hand. He does not open his eyes again until the opposing team’s quarterback shoots his load down his throat. As the man he was servicing steps away, patting him on the head, like a good dog, he looks around and sees his teammates forming a line.

“OK guys, I have him in position, line up.” His teammates could not help but notice that the small hole they put in Pete’s singlet, before the match, had ripped nicely to expose and give access to his hairy, virgin ass. They also could not help but notice, that despite all his protests (please don’t do this, I am straight”), Pete had a raging boner stretching out the fabric on the front of his uniform.

It took a while to get Joe’s thick cock fully into Pete’s new cunt, but once Joe started pounding away, Pete opened up nicely. After Phil and Rich took turns and unloaded in Pete’s ass, Brian found he no longer needed to hold him. Brian released his grip and Pete kept his legs stretched wide. It was quickly determined that all of Pete’s singlets needed to be modified to allow easy access to his gaping hole.

Pete quickly adapted to his new role and never again protested against being filled with wrestler’s meat. At the end of every “training” session, Pete would get on his hands and knees and lick the mats clean, to insure none of his teammates jizz went to waste, because no matter how hard he clenched down, eight to ten loads of cum were hard to keep inside while grappling and going for position. The puddle of cum that inevitably would build up under Pete’s dripping hole could not be left to stain the mats. Being able to lick up his teammate’s sweat was just a bonus.

“Hey guys, does your water taste funny? Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny, stop grabbing my ass. Why are all of you hard? What is the camera for?”

Steve had just taken the first step in becoming the wrestling team’s cum dump bitch. Once all of his teammates have unloaded in his new cunt, and photographed him taking their thick cocks up the ass, he will never be able to say no to them again.

After the game he quickly jumped into a cold shower. He did not even get fully undressed, just stripped off the uniform and ripped out the hard cup that had been confining his boner and preventing it from becoming fully erect, increasing his horniness.

Today, however, it was not working, the cold water was not helping to reduce the raging hard on he got every time he saw his teammates in uniform. Today he was going to need to ram his cock into one of his teammates. Only a tight piece of jock cunt was going to satisfy him.

One of the rookies was about to be bent over and turned into his bitch.

Tonight is initiation night , where I become a full member of the team. It has been a rough couple of weeks, but I made it thru. The guys have been very supportive, telling me every day that I have what it takes. That I will be a ideal fit for a missing talent on the team. They keep referring to a hole that needs to be filled. The team has been running me ragged, working out and training twice a day, with a lot of focus on building my stamina, and flexibility. It has really paid off, as I can now bend in ways never before possible.
As part of the initiation, this morning they had me shave off all the hair on my body below the eyebrows. It feels a little weird, being all smooth. But the guys all complimented me and said it made me look perfect for my new role on the team.
I still have to change into my uniform, including the jock strap they gave me in the team colors. Then I am ready to head over to the gym.
For some reason, the initiation ceremony will take place in the locker room. I was told it may take all night, but that by morning I will be fully trained to take my proper place and position on the team.
The only hint I was given about the ceremony is that each of the senior members are going to give me something big. I can’t wait.

Locker room cum dump getting ready for the team. He knows this is the last chance he will have to stand up straight or to touch his cock for the next several hours. He tries to position his cock to cause the least amount of pain as he is used. But he knows, from past experience, it will start to hurt soon. His meat will try to get erect as his teammates start feeding him cock, but trapped in his cup, it will only be able to twist around and attempt to seek escape. His teammates enjoy seeing, and feeling, him squirm as his neglected cock tries to plump up to full size. In fact, they bought him a new cup (boys size medium) that he now has to wear all the time, not just during and after practice. He continually begs his teammates to release him from confinement as he pulls the train, but they only laugh. In fact, it has become a good luck tradition on the team to rap your knuckles on his cup every time you dump a load in him.

It was summer break and we were all putting in time at the gym to make sure we were in shape for the start of the season. When Joe and Steve, my rivals for the position of starting quarterback, suggested I stay late, so they cold help me get bigger and stretch out my muscles, I took it as a sign that they had decided to put an end to our rivalry and work together for the good of the team. We spent the next hour working out and joking around. We spotted each other and encouraged each other to push our usual routines harder. It felt good to be working out with my teammates.The rest of the guys finished up, while the three of us kept going, enjoying ourselves and having a good time. Once the rest of the team had showered and left the gym, the whole mood of my “friends” changed, and they became harder and more aggressive.

Joe and Steve did indeed want to put an end to our rivalry, but they intended to end it by showing me that they were superior to me. They referred to themselves as alpha males meant to run the team, and I was nothing but a beta male, or as they called me, a bitch. Soon they were pushing me around and grabbing at me. Before long they had ripped my tee shirt and shorts off, leaving me wearing only sneakers and a jock. As they were working me over they told me that I was far inferior to them, not fit to be the quarterback and leader. They laughed at me and said that there were better ways for me to serve the guys on the team. Ways that would relax the guys and let them play better.

As far as my “friend’s” offer to help me get bigger and stretched out, they were not referring to my muscles. They were talking about my ass, or as they now called it, my new pussy.

“Relax, you have been way to tense lately. And your lack of focus is hurting the team. You need to figure out your priorities and your true direction in life. Then everything will fall into place and you will be happy. The team is tired of covering up for your mistakes, because you are distracted, and very tired of listen to you whine about your girlfriend. I know this cheating rumor thing with your girlfriend has you real worked up, but I know how to make your girlfriend problem go away. Step one is to accept that she is an unfaithful slut. She fucks other guys behind your back.” I started to rub his shoulders as he was listening to what I had to say.

“Relax, your tensing up again. Here have a drink.”

“If you want to relax and find your focus, you need to listen to me. She cheats on you. No, its not a rumor this time, she is cheating on you. Why would I lie to you, I am your best friend. I know she is a slut, because two days ago I had my big, thick dick deep inside her and she told me about how Rob and his roommate were taking turns plowing her the previous night. The whole time I was pounding her she kept going on about how much bigger my cock is and how much deeper it went than yours has ever been. I can’t believe what a whore she is, I mean imagine saying those things to her boyfriend’s best friend while he had his cock in her. It’s like she has no respect for you at all.”

“She has fucked most of the guys on the team. Her whoring around has really hurt your reputation as a man. Everyone laughs at you behind your back, saying how oblivious you are. Just last month when I was tag teaming her with Brian, he started to question your manhood. I stood up for you, saying you were a man, but I am not sure he took me seriously. That’s not the first time either, when Steve first joined the team last year he caught me fucking her, he commented that you must really be less than a man, to allow your girlfriend to fuck other guys on your bed. Then right before we spit roasted her, she started telling him how you never satisfied her. That’s probably why Steve has always talked down to you, right from the start he thought of you as less than a man.”

“So a couple of things, as your best friend I have been asked, by the team, to help you get your life together. Your girlfriend is a lost cause. Based upon the number of your friends she has sucked, fucked and stroked, you will never get her respect or theirs ever again. So just stop pretending to be her boyfriend. That will solve the problem of you whining about her.”

“Listening to your girlfriend described your sexual technique and the size of your penis, which we all know is small from the locker room, you will most likely never satisfy a woman. So to solve the issue of how you have been letting the team down, we are going to change your role. Instead of playing with the guys, the guys are going to start playing with you. Since you cannot satisfy a women with your dick, you will satisfy men with your holes.”

“Your new role in life is going to start now. Your best friend, me, is going to pop your ass cherry and fill you with a load of cum. The roofies in your drink should have kicked in by now, so lets get you in position and pull down your pants.” I stopped rubbing his shoulders and pushed down on them, forcing him into a bent over position, with his bubble but right at the level of my crotch. “We need to hurry cause the rest of the team will be here in thirty minutes.”