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< BREAKING BAKER MAYFIELD > < entry four >
"WAIT! PLEASE... PLEASE.. DON'T... NOT... NOT THAT... PLEASE! UGHN! UGHN!" Baker could feel the man behind him and squealed and whimpered, gasping for air. He'd never heard his own voice so shrill, so whiny, so girlish...
"Come on... don't fight it, faggot. Open up. Open up...!" The man scooped up the quarterback's fresh cum from his belly and rubbed it all over his cock and hole. With one brutal push, the man shoved his ten-inch cock half-way inside Baker, who heard himself scream and shriek pathetically, all the while desperately trying to shake off his abuser. The man leaned in to the panting, whining quarterback, gripping one hand around the athlete's throat and another clasping his cummy lips, and whispered so softly only Baker could hear, "(Come on... Baker... take it, Baker... open up for daddy, Baker... or I tell the whole world what a faggot you are, Baker...)"
`FUCK HIM!"
"FUCK THAT KID!"
"FUCK HIS ASS GOOD!"
Baker wished desperately he could just black out, but he could hear his own muffled, girlish cries against the taunting of everyone. Devastation. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Regret. It's over. It's all over. Someone knows. The secret's out... He wanted to crawl into a hole or just to die, but he had no choice. He couldn't breathe. Baker had never felt such pain... such violation and abuse. His red and raw cock bounced between his legs, flicking last drops of his load every which way.
Feverish and shaking and gasping for air, Baker shut his eyes as he felt the hands tighten around his throat and mouth, roughly pulling his torso back and making the future NFL quarterback arch his back as the athlete struggled in his wrist restraint. Tears trickled down his boyish face and soaking the man's hand as he grunted and groaned with every millimeter of cock brutally snaking into his hole, feeling the incredible pain of penetration, feeling his ass stretch open for the first time, the indescribable feeling of getting split into two. Feeling his recently-drained cock grow harder and harder with every micrometer of cock invading his ass; feeling fresh cum boil in his balls as the man pulled harder on his mouth and throat, as the jeering and the shouting around him became louder and louder.
"That's it... scream, boy..." The man maintained his steady pace and began pushing in and pulling out to feel Baker's tight, hot ring clench around his mushroom cock head before shoving back inside, probing deeper with every agonizing thrust. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight Baker was, how that beefy, sweaty body writhed and trembled, how that iron-tight hole clamped down so desperately hard on every inch of his cock he thought Baker's hole might snap his cock in half. He leaned into the struggling quarterback, tightening his grasps on the jock's mouth and throat, and whispered so deep and low only Baker could've heard him. "(Take it, Baker... You fuckin' pussy boy... Take it like a champ, Baker... Don't you fight me... You open up, Baker... Open up... Be a good boy... Baker... Or else...)"
"(I... I... UGHN! UGHN! I... UGHN! PLEASE! GUHN!!!! PLEASE!! NO! UGHN! OH GOD!!! GUHN! UGHNN! UGHN!!!!)" Baker felt something break inside him, something snap. He began sobbing and screaming at the top of his lungs into the man's hand as he felt the man finally bottoming out deep inside, burying that cock there, flexing it and trying to probe even deeper even knowing that was Baker's breaking point. The pain was too much to bear, but Baker, with his wrists and knuckles white from the strain of the belt behind his back, was leaking so much fresh precum he could feel warm, sticky dribbles dribbling down his hard cock and tightened balls.
"GOOD BOY!"
Then it began. The brutal pounding was immediate. Baker realized just how easy the man was taking it with him previously. The quarterback could barely breathe, feeling the man behind him slam into him, harder and harder with every thrust, hearing and feeling balls slap against his taint with increasing frequency, sending shockwaves from his ass to his fingertips and toes to the top of his sweaty head and back down. His backward baseball cap was now soaked with sweat and cum. All Baker could do was shriek from the excruciating pain and whimper from the emptiness the man's cock left him feeling every time he withdrew.
`(UGHNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! UGHNN GUNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNN!!!!)"
The man marveled at the sweaty quarterback impaled on his cock. Within seconds of bottoming out inside the boy, Baker was taking cock up his ass as expertly as he inhaled cock down his throat. Other men watched with unimaginable envy as the beefy boy more than withstand the ruinous pounding, how his screams eventually turned into girlish grunts and whimpers into that man's hand, how the boy began pushing his juicy, plump ass back onto the man's cock like a seasoned, hungry whore.
"(UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!!)"
Everyone heard the kid suddenly beg, scream, his desperate pleading ruining the rhythm of his sexy grunts and pathetic whimpers, his body thrashing violently and out of control, his bound hands futilely attempting to push back the man. As the man tightened his grasps on Baker's face and throat, pulling him back to so far that Baker was practically riding on that cock, everyone saw the horror in Baker's wide, wet eyes as piss started leaking from his hard cock, at first a wet trickle then quickly full, steamy streams of steamy piss - seemingly endless - squirted up onto Baker's heaving chest and belly when the quarterback was no longer able to hold it in.
"BAD BOY!"
Baker was horrified, drenched and kneeling in a puddle of his own urine. Before he could process what had happened, smelling his own piss in that sweaty cubicle, another big black cock fell out of the glory hole in front of his face.
"YOU WANT IT BOY?!? YOU WANT IT?!?"
Baker was broken. Completely broken... he couldn't believe he had soiled himself, literally getting the piss fucked out of him, pissing all over himself. He so badly wanted to just disappear, to run away from all of this raunch, all the perversity, but Baker couldn't take his eyes off of the big black cock dangling so close, so near.
"UGHN! UGHN! UGHNN! OH GOD! OH GOD! GUNNN! GUHNN!! UGHNN!!!) UGHNN! UGHNN! GUHNNN!!!!!" The man started pounding the piss-soaked quarterback again with fervor, and Baker, hearing his own full-volume, hoarse grunts and girlish whimpers unmuffled for the first time, felt the man's free hand on the back of his neck again, slamming the teary-faced jock's gasping mouth onto that big black cock.
"GOD DAMN BOY! GET ON IT!"
Baker hated himself for wanting another cock down his throat while getting fucked. He hated the girlish whimpers and cries his screams turned into. He couldn't believe how hard he was for the pain, which somehow had dulled to confused pleasure while getting his throat pounded at the same time. Pivoted only on two cocks via his two holes and teetering on his two bruising knees with his bare feet kicking in the air behind his abuser, Baker gagged and slobbered while feeling his ass gape and filled over and over as he struggled to remain upright while spit-roasted.
Just as the man had suspected, Baker was a virgin. But the kid was a fucking natural and stayed hard the whole time even while getting the piss fucked out of him. His body was burning hot, covered in sweat and cum and piss. The way the kid started backing his ass up while getting his throat pummeled, the way Baker's ass sounded slapping against bare skin, the way his flailing ankles and feet dug into the man's thighs, the way that fat ass jiggled, the way his hole felt, tight, strong, hot, smooth... deep. The boy could take it deep. And hard.
All Baker could do was suck harder and gag deeper. He had to ignore the man's hands gripping his hips, his own hands going numb from being bound behind his back, the demeaning taunting of strangers from other sides of the cubicle, and the devastating feeling of getting sawed in half, of the sloppy sound of balls slapping against his taint and chin, the unbearable pain and pleasure, the vulnerability and humiliation of getting fucked while devouring cocks - one after another, with everyone watching.
The men watched Baker bring cock after cock to eruption, swallowing the cum, getting his face and torso covered in loads he couldn't manage to swallow, how hoarse his voice was, barely able to get the words "THANK YOU" out between grunts and whimpers.
The quarterback had quickly lost count. But one by one, men left after using his mouth, dumping loads deep into his throat. His knees were beyond shaking and aching. His jaws were sore. His hands had lost circulation long ago, and his ass was numb from the severe pounding, his cock... still hard... still leaking.
"You little pussy slut... you got enough cum, boy?"
"UGHN!" Baker cried in pain as the man tugged on his balls. Hard. He cringed as he felt the man's beard rub against his neck.
"Are you gonna be a good boy, faggot? (Come on... Baker...)"
"UGHNN!" Baker felt the man pull on his balls again. Then the fingers pinching his sweaty and cum-covered nipples with teeth clamping down on the quarterback's sweaty neck and shoulders. "UGHN! YES! YES SIR! UGHNN!!"
"Say you want it, boy... Say you want it!"
"I... I... UGHN! UGHN! I..." Baker cried into the next cock lodged in his throat, feeling the man tighten his grip around his sensitive balls. He heard men laughing. "(I... UGHN! UGHNN!!! OH FUCK! UGH! OH GOD! JESUS FUCKIN UGHN! CHRIST FUCK!!!!!)"
"That's it. You're a pig boy, ain't you? (Baker?)"
"(UGHNN! UGNN! GUNNN!!!!!!!)" Baker felt the next big black cock erupt down his throat, ropes and ropes of cum, gagging him, suffocating him, as he felt the man move inside him, probing deeper, grinding his long, fat cock every which way inside, opening him up, stretching him, pushing him well beyond his limits. He could sense the crowd depleting around him - the more cum he swallowed, the more cum that splattered all over him - the quieter the room got. Baker was euphoric. Delirious. Maybe he blacked out. Or maybe his brain shut down completely, allowing his body and urges to take control. When Baker came to his senses, all he could hear were his own hoarse, desperate grunts and the sloppy sounds of a man slamming against his thick, white boy ass, over and over.
...
All Baker could remember was how disappointed he was when he realized there were no more cocks for him to suck, no more men watching him get fucked. He must've blacked out. The man was fucking him so brutally, choking him so hard, stroking his cock so furiously, all Baker could remember was the overwhelming surge of aching hotness inside him as he screamed "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!!!!" over and over again.
Baker knelt there, alone in that cubicle and collapsed on his knees with his head against the wall. He desperately wished he'd remembered how it all ended. How it felt to cum with a cock buried deep inside him. He must've not blacked out for that long - everything in that cubicle, himself included, was still wet and sticky. His wrists were unbound now, but Baker couldn't move. He knew, without touching himself, that his balls were drained and his cock ached. He could smell his own fresh cum on his belly and wall. He dared not reach behind himself... he knew innately the man had dumped a giant load into his quarterback hole... he knew he was instinctively, desperately, trying to hold that load in for as long as he could, though trickles of cum continued to leak out down his thighs.
Baker didn't care what time it was. He couldn't care anymore. Every little creak or squeak in that dank, silent dungeon made his raw cock jump. The putrid odor of piss and ass and cum and saliva, the wet, stickiness that covered him, made Baker devastatingly hope that that, just maybe, he would hear more footsteps descend into the dungeon... just maybe, if he knelt there long enough, there would be another man to find him on his knees that night... so he could remember how it felt... to hurt... to cum... to orgasm... to explode... while getting fucked. Just maybe...
To be continued...
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