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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry eighteen >
"Celebratin' big yesterday, huh, Mayfield?"
Baker immediately burned crimson. His stomach turned as he approached the locker room, seeing Officer Kelly's imposing figure awaiting at the double doors, feeling his cock throb within the confines of that stainless steel cage. His hole quivered. His knees shook.
Shooting daggers of hatred, frustration and rage from his eyes at the officer, the quarterback stormed passed the 6-foot-5 ox of a man condescendingly opening the door for him. A quiet, girlish whimper escaped the quarterback's throat when he was stopped dead in his tracks, feeling the officer's large, powerful hand grip his heaving, thick chest through his hoody. Baker's toes curled in his sliders and felt cum boil instantaneously in his balls as the officer whispered into his ear:
"(Watch your attitude, faggot.)"
"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UGHNNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! OH SHIT! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! ME! FUCK! UGHN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!"
Flashbacks from yesterday immediately flooded his mind. Humiliated, Baker resentfully and rashly pushed past the officer and hid in the locker room. It was super early with no one around. But, but... Baker couldn't stay in his penthouse apartment a second longer after what he'd done yesterday...
...
"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UGHNNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! OH SHIT! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! ME! FUCK! UGHN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!"
Baker screamed, cried, begged, whimpered, squealed. Gripping his bare feet in the air for dear life with each hand and spreading his thick legs as wide as his arms could reach, the quarterback felt his body split in two, skewered, fucked open, broken. On his back, Baker heard his own hoarse moans and blubbering howls, feeling the disgusting, sopping sheets and mattress underneath him, drenched in his own precum, sweat and piss...
The quarterback's body burned, feverish with greed and humiliation and pain. It hurt so much, but all Baker could do endure. Endure the pain. Endure the shame. Endure the pleasure...
A continuous flow of precum trickled from a sticky pool formed on his belly down onto the soiled sheets and mattress as he took the relentless and savage pounding, his muscular legs spread wide by his own accord like a bitch in heat, offering total and open access to his gaping, seemingly-bottomless hole. It felt like getting fucked by a bull seeing red... it felt like he was getting thrown against a brick wall, over and over again.
He'd lost track of how long he's been taking this brutal pounding. Starting in the entry way of his penthouse apartment, fucked across the kitchen, the living room, spurting precum and god knows what everywhere. Now, In his own bed... the bed Emily had meticulously selected for their new apartment. On their new mattress, the perfect, crisp, white linen sheets Emily had bought and had not even seen or lay in yet...
No. Laying in his own piss and sweat and precum, all Baker could do was moan and whimper and beg. The pain and the degradation, the humiliation. So close... So close...
Just moments before getting flipped on his back, Baker was on his knees in that bed, gasping for air with two large, calloused hands tightly wrapped around his throat. Getting fucked like a gaping sex doll, Baker felt it. Or he thought he finally felt it. He could feel his confined cock throb and strain achingly against that metal cage. He could feel his insides boiling as that big cock slammed into his stretched hole from behind. Gripping his headboard with his back arched so deep it hurt, Baker heard himself cry out "YES! UGHNN!! YES! YES! UGHNN!! UGHNN!! DON'T STOP! UGHNN!! DON'T STOP! HARDER! UGHNN!! UGHNN!! UGHNN!! HARDER! HARDER!!!! HARDER!!!!" between gasps of air as his heels dug into the man's muscular glutes from behind.
Yes! Yes! Yes! So close... So close... This is it! This is it! Or so Baker thought. It's happening. It's happening.
When that cock bottomed out deep inside the deranged quarterback and was held deep inside him, skewering the sweaty, squealing pig of an athlete, Baker suddenly froze in place. Something was wrong.
No! No! No!
"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! STOP! UGHNN! STOP! UGHHNN!!! STOP!!!!!"
It was too late. Baker shuddered in horror and disgust... his hole clamped around that big cock, his toes flexing and curling... his knuckles white from gripping that headboard. He tried to stop it, but he could feel that cock flex deep inside him, over and over... so deep inside his jock hole... He couldn't stop.
A few drops leaked out of his throbbing, caged cock as Baker desperately tried to hold it in. Then a squirt. His entire body quivered and trembled and burned feverish as he clenched his ass and teeth. Heaving. Panting. No... It was futile. Too late.
Piss.
Piss. Streams of piss sprayed from the horrified jock's caged cock, each agonizing spurt after another seemingly timed with each flex of that cock buried deep inside him. So much piss. So much piss drenching and soiling his and Emily's new bed, headboard, sheets, pillows... everything.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...!" Baker collapsed face first into his own pool of urine as he gasped for breath. Piss was still leaking out of him when he was flipped over on his back. The man immediately wedged himself between those quarterback legs, roughly positioning them in the air as Baker feebly gripped each foot with his hands. On the verge of hyperventilating, the quarterback spread his legs even wider, feeling his empty hole gape in the steamy air, feeling all of his piss soak through his and Emily's sheets and mattress sopping against his back. Humiliated Dejected. Broken. His body was broken. His cock and balls were broken. He was broken.
Baker had momentarily forgotten about his phone pointed at them on the night stand. When he thought he was finally going to cum, taking that furious pounding from behind, the quarterback had momentarily forgotten that they were not alone.
"UGHN!!!!!!!!" Baker squealed as that cock shoved itself back inside his gaping hole, his toes curled in his hands as he tried to choke back his screams and whimpers, watching the man between his legs reach for his phone with shame and regret, as the reality of his whoredom sank back into his lurid psyche.
Baker's big, brown eyes, wet with tears and sweat, stared into the phone now pointed in his face as he got fucked, so blurry from the pain and pleasure and indignity and disgrace he was suffering that he could no longer see the nothing of a man he was FaceTiming this whole time with while getting brutally sodomized all over his penthouse apartment. The nothing of a man who'd caged him. The nothing of a man who broke him.
Haze and craze took over again. Baker could no longer see his prostitute's glistening black skin, he could no longer see the vicious, arrogant sneer on that face, those burning, cruel eyes. All Baker could feel was that big black cock ripping into him, ramming into him... that muscular and heavy body slamming brutally into him... the smell of piss and ass and sweat and funk... the drenched mattress underneath him... the pain of his turgid cock struggling inside that cage to explode as clear precum mixed with piss feebly leaked out of his cock. Splayed like a bitch getting fucked like a whore by a whore...
...
Two hours prior...
"You want this cock, don't you, faggot?" Officer Kelly intoned.
"..."
"Come on, Baker... you little cunt... You little whore... Never enough, huh, Baker Mayfield..."
The quarterback was a sight. Sweaty. Greasy. Dirty. Covered in dried cum and dirt and god knows what as he shut and locked the door behind him. Frozen in place, Baker gasped with terror as he made out the officer's striking figure on his designer lounge chair, smoking a cigar in his new home...
"Where you been, Baker Mayfield?"
"..."
"You didn't have enough in that park, did you, Baker Mayfield?"
With the night he just had, with all the depraved escapades and risky behavior, with all the consequences of his crazed addiction and blinding urges, Baker had never felt so violated standing there, shaking with fear and rage and lust and soreness, reeking of sex and ass and cum on his body, in his own home. His and Emily's brand new penthouse apartment, still full of boxes to unpack and awaiting Emily's arrival. The quarterback's knuckles were white from his clenched fists, his dirt-covered toes gripping the edge of his sliders for dear life.
Baker couldn't breathe. All he could feel was the wave of heat flashing through his used and abused body... the fullness of his hole and balls... the bruises left by other men on his body, the bruises on his knees... Baker thought he'd hit rock bottom before, but he'd truly never felt this low. This horrified. This hopeless. This violated. This turned on.
"Show me how much you want it, slut... Tell me what you want, whore... Show me, Baker Mayfield..."
"(Yes... yes, sir... ughn...)"
Baker winced as he instinctively lowered himself on his brand-new hardwood floors, surprised at his own submissive voice. He could barely make out Officer Kelly's belittling sneer as he crawled towards the officer. The cum in his balls burned, boiled, as he rushed towards his abuser... the cum in his ass slowly leaking out and soiling his shorts even more with every foot he traversed on all fours.
Baker was desperate. Sheer desperation. To abate that emptiness... to feel the pain, the fullness, again... He'd do anything Officer Kelly demanded. He wanted that massive cock. He wanted that pounding. To finally feel that orgasm...
Shaking with crazed excitement and burning with contempt for himself, Baker couldn't manage anything but to obey Officer Kelly. Licking the dirt off of the officer's boots... cleaning them with his tongue and lips and mouth... worshipping his tormentor... gagging and almost throwing up at the vileness of what he was doing... the raunchy taste of the bottom of those dirty boots...
Any attempt the quarterback made to unzip the officer's trousers, to rub his boyish, crimson face and hungry mouth again's the officer's hard crotch, was slapped away. Baker was wet, feeling the sting of a slap across his cheek or the pain of the officer's calloused hands gripping his hair, feeling the weight of the officer's boot on his face pushing him back down to the floor, where he knew he belonged. He was wet. Leaking with humiliating pleasure, whimpering as the officer stepped on his face, feeling the weight of the officer push down on his cherubic cheek.
What a slut.
Officer Kelly watched Baker gag and writhe beneath his now dripping and sloppy boots, the vulgarity of the NFL quarterback's body language, how he spread his legs, those large, bare feet planted on the hardwood floor as he arched his back and molested the floor with those muscular ass cheeks. How he worshipped those dirty boots. How he whimpered. How he leaked precum. A sweaty, dirty heap of writhing, deranged jock muscle in heat...
The jock's eyes suddenly widened and watered with horror as he heard his landline ring. Baker felt a trickle of precum dribble down his left thigh as the officer picked up the phone.
"He can come on up..."
To be continued...
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