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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry nineteen >
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..."
...
"You gonna be a good boy, Baker? Huh?" Baker panted and winced as the officer stepped off his face and pulled him onto his bruised knees. He felt the officer behind him, feeling his muscular arm wrap around his heaving chest. "You watch that door. You watch door, Baker Mayfield."
"Guhnnnn!" Baker heard himself moan, feeling the officer's rough hand slide inside his shorts and between his clenched ass cheeks.
"(You're nothing but a pussy now, ain't you, Baker Mayfield..." Baker's eyes rolled to the back of his head when he heard those words and cried out when the officer shoved three fingers inside his cummy hole.
"Ughnn!! Oh god...! UGHNN!"
"You been busy huh, Baker Mayfield..."
"UHGN! UGHN! UGHN!! OH GOD! UGHNN!!!" Baker gripped the officer's arm, crying out when those long fingers began snaking into his hole. "UHGN! UGHN! UGHN!! OH GOD! UGHNN!!!"
"You been a naughty boy huh, Baker Mayfield..." A fourth finger. Deeper.
"UHGN! UGHN! UGHN!! OH GOD! UGHNN!!!"
"You're full right now, ain't you, Baker Mayfield..." Five fingers. In and out. In and out.
The doorbell dinging snapped Baker out of his momentary haze. What the fuck. What the fuck.
"You been a cheap little whore, haven't you, Baker Mayfield..." Deeper. Harder.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
"UHGN! UGHN! OH GOD! UGHN!! WAIT! UGH! WAIT! STOP! OH GOD! UGHNNN! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!! UGHNN!!!"
Deeper. Harder.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"(UGHN! STOP! STOP! WAIT!! STOP! PLEASE!)" Baker covered his gasping mouth with both hands, trying contain his whorish cries and pleas as he took a furious finger fucking from the officer. Sweat patches began forming on his Cleveland Browns hoody. What the fuck. What the fuck. Whoever was at the door was getting impatient.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"(PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! SHIT! UGHN! SHIT! UGHNN!!!!!! STOP!!!!!! UGHNN!!!!!!)"
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"(Oh god oh god oh god oh god...)" It was too late. Baker collapsed on all fours when Officer Kelly finally ripped his hand from inside the quarterback's cummy hole. Cum. So much cum. Baker's body quivered and trembled as he whimpered into his forearm, trying so damn, pathetically hard... clenching, breathing... failing. Cum began trickling out of the quarterback's ass. More cum... squirting out. More cum... gushing out. His shorts, already soiled, were instantly drenched as his ass expelled all those stranger's cum. Cum... so much cum... dripping down Baker's thighs and and pooling around his knees on the hardwood floor. "(Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...)"
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"Go on, then, Baker Mayfield..." Officer Kelly intoned... emotionless... mocking the heaving quarterback kneeling in a puddle of stranger's semen. "I think someone's at your door."
...
The humiliation. Opening his new home to a stranger, knowing the stranger had to announce himself to the concierge, knowing the stranger asked to go up to his penthouse, knowing the concierge had called up in advance, had spoken to the officer about this. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god...
It all happened so fast. Baker left a trail of cummy footprints as he limped to the front door with dread, cum still leaking out of his opened hole with his shorts completely drenched and dripping down his legs with every step.
It all happened so fast. Baker knew he had no choice, feeling Officer Kelly's eyes burning into his back. The quarterback remembered reaching for the doorknob, his hand shaking so badly as he struggled with the lock. Something had snapped inside him...
The quarterback didn't realize the stranger he just let into his home - the man he immediately dropped to his knees for, the man who allowed the crazed athlete to deliriously bury his boyish, crimson face into his crotch, sniffing, panting, licking... tasting and inhaling that steamy, saliva-soaked denim separating his mouth and nose and tongue from devouring that engorged and continuously-swelling big black cock - Baker didn't realized the man was a prostitute until well after he'd unwrapped that big black cock, tasting it, slobbering all over it like a dog, gagging on it for god knows how long... until he felt the man he was inhaling painfully pulled him off that big black cock by his hair.
"You gotta pay first, man, even if you're fucking Baker Mayfield... Where's the cash, man?"
...
Officer Kelly watched Baker lose his fucking mind over that big black cock, wondering just how long the escort was going to let the athlete taste the goods for free. The stunned look on the kids saliva- and sweat-covered face when cock was again denied and money was demanded actually made the officer's cock twitch a bit.
Of course the jock didn't keep that kind of cash around. Even in his cock-thirsty, hazy and dizzying mind, Baker knew how incriminating check, bank transfer, or even Venmo could be.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Officer Kelly taunted, hearing Baker's hoarse, girly gasp as the escort positioned himself behind the pleading, helpless quarterback. "Come on Baker... Come on Baker..."
"No...! Please... I... I... UGHN!" Baker gasped when he felt the prostitute tear down his cum-soaked shorts. The smell of sex and ass and cum permeated densely in that entryway as the powerless quarterback quivered with fear and dread and horny desire. "Please... you... I... I don't have that much cash here... I'll go get cash. I'll go and come right back... please!"
"What's this? Emily's on FaceTime, Baker..." Officer Kelly spotted Baker's phone on the entryway table.
"WHAT?! No... please... Ughnnnn! OH GOD! WAIT! OH GOD! Ughnnn! WAIT!!! PLEASE DON'T!" Baker suddenly cried out with abject panic, pleading and gasping as he was pushed down on his hands. That big black cock he was gagging on seconds ago suddenly started snaking its way inside his cummy, worn hole. It was a massive cock... even after a night of cocks and cum and the officer's hand... Baker struggled to take its entire girth and length."Ughn... Ughnnn! UGHN! UGHNN!!!!!"
"Should I answer, Baker Mayfield?"
"UGHN! UGHN! NO! NO!!! UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" Baker grunted and panted and whimpered, feeling the sting of the prostitute pulling him upright to face Officer Kelly and his phone by his hair as that big black cock started withdrawing from his ass and slamming back in. Harder and faster with ever thrust. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!"
"She's calling again, Baker Mayfield," Officer Kelly watched the quarterback get fucked doggy by a prostitute, clad in his now sweat-drenched Browns hoody, with that big black cock slamming into that quarterback hole harder and deeper. Baker was in tears as he struggled to formulate words or thoughts or anything and everything. He pointed the FaceTime screen at Baker. "I'm going to answer in 3... 2..."
"STOP! OK! UGHNN UGHHNN! I'LL UGHNNNNN! UGHNN! I'LL... UGHNN! OH FUCK! UGHNNN!"
"You'll what?"
"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! GUHNNNN!! OH GOD!! FUCK!!!! UHGNNNNN! I'LL TRANSFER YOU THE MONEY!"
With that, the prostitute bottomed out in the sobbing quarterback before ripping his engorged cock out of the inconsolable Baker, who remained shivering on all fours. Officer Kelly placed his phone underneath Baker's face, showing that Emily was still trying to FaceTime her cumpdump of a man.
"Transfer me the money, Baker..."
"Yes... yes sir..." Baker wiped away his tears, swallowing deeply his shame and humiliation, still on his knees, pathetically crawling to the officer, kicking off those cum-drenched shorts in the process, and defeatedly showed Officer Kelly the proof of instant transfer on his phone. With a nod from the officer, the prostitute positioned himself behind the trembling quarterback and slammed his big black cock back inside Baker with no warning. "UGHNN! OH FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!"
The pounding was immediately brutal and relentless. Baker instantly forgot about what had just transpired and its potential consequences to his reputation, career, and life. Every millimeter of his body burned with depraved pleasure; precum splattered between his cummy, sweaty thighs as he buried his face in the officer's crotch as Baker submitted to his abusers.
"(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!! Let me suck you... UGHNNN! Please give me your cock... UGHN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!" Baker moaned and whimpered into the officer, hungrily pressing his boyish, sweaty face against the rock-hard, engorged penis throbbing inside the officer's pants. The dam in his psyche was broken as wide as his hole servicing that big black cock. Never enough. Not enough. This is it. They can make him cum. This is his salvation. This is how he'll feel something... anything, again.
"(UGHNN! UGHNN! I'll... UGHNN! OH GOD!! HARDER!! UGHNN! I'll do... UGHNN! OH GOD! OH FUCK! Do... UGNNN!!!! UGHNN!!! Aything... UGHNN! Anything...UGHNN! UGHNNN! Please fuck me. UGHNNN! Use me... UGHNN!!! UGHNNN!!!! Fuck me!!!"
A text popped up from a random number on Baker's phone in Officer Kelly's hand.
/ How you liking my cage, boy? You being a good boy for daddy? /
"(UGHNN! UGHNN! I'll... UGHNN! OH GOD!! HARDER!! UGHNN! I'll do... UGHNN! OH GOD! OH FUCK! Do... UGNNN!!!! UGHNN!!! Aything... UGHNN! Anything...UGHNN! UGHNNN! Please fuck me. UGHNNN! Use me... UGHNN!!! UGHNNN!!!! Fuck me!!!"
Officer Kelly looked down at the wreck of a jock getting fucked senseless and ragged at his feet. Insatiable. Unhinged. Baker's eyes were wet and crazed as he pawed at the officer; he was getting fucked so hard, with the promise of more cock, that any moral agency, limits or self-respect were gone. The officer FaceTime called that number back right away, handing the dialing phone to the prostitute before yanking Baker up to meet his eyes via his hair and spat in Baker's face. Slap. Spit. Slap. Spit.
The pain and sting and degradation made the quarterback leak even more precum, his eyes rolled deep into the back of his head. Was that a hint of a smile at the corner of Baker's mouth? Did he whisper `thank you?" An agonizing, boy-like face brimming with ecstasy and misery... The officer spat on Baker's cherubic face once more before throwing the whimpering jock back down on all fours and stepped over the writhing, heaving quarterback. The fucking never wavered for a second.
"UGHN! UGHNN!! Where... where UGHNN! You going??! UGHN! Please... UGHNNN! UGHNN! Don't leave... UGHNN! UGHNN! I'll... UGHNN! Do... UGHNN! UGHNN! Anything... UGHNN! Please... UGGNN!!! UGHNN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNN!!!! UGHNN!!!!!"
"You think I'm touching that used piece of ass of yours?" Officer Kelly opened the door. "Say hi to your daddy."
The FaceTime call was accepted, and the man on the other end of the line was treated to the glorious POV shot of Baker, clearly getting fucked by a big black cock doggy style. The Browns hoody on that boy was soaked through with sweat, as was Baker's hair. The sounds coming through... flesh slapping against flesh, the pathetic, desperate whimpering, Baker's pleas for `HARDER' over and over, those fat ass cheeks engulfing that monstrous black cock.
"Well, well, well..."
To be continued...
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