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Caught Sniffing in Locker Room
Chapter 1 - The Humiliation of Being Caught
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Trevor Jenkins did not like sport. He hated the senseless waste of time and all the while he was in the gym or on the pitch he would think of his classmates and members of the team in ever increasing kinky sexual scenarios. This of course was not good for he was usually in his shorts and so he would often find the need to run away in the opposite direction to the ball in order to hide and control his erection!
He enjoyed the wrestling lessons that were part of the curriculum at his school but found that his excessive precum and boner would not permit him to spend long pressed against another guy's flesh before his excitement became obvious, usually giving in quickly so he could get just a little further apart. For him, the whole compulsory sports course was a disaster waiting to happen.
The most useful thing he could do, he thought, was to book his music lesson during the second period of sports, which meant that he could get just horny enough without being noticed and then get back to the changing rooms in time for him to get changed without anybody around. At first that was all he did - but over time he realised that he could masturbate and even cum in the quiet of the locker room, have a shower and take in the heady smell of young men's pheromones in the air at his leisure. He would never shower otherwise - he was too embarrassed and shy and would just wet his hair a little while still in his shorts and run to get dressed trying not to look too long at the guys around him, naked and erotic, glistening in the shower's warm waters. He longed to join them there but could not risk being seen to have an erection and his lusting after his team and classmates.
Soon however, Trevor realised that around him was a great sexual resource. Shoes, socks, underwear! At first he just looked and gently touched and felt the textures of the fabric that his classmates wore. Then as he did this he would make himself cum in his own underwear - feeling the garments of his sexy friends with one hand while massaging his dick in his underwear with the other. His legs would buckle and precum and cum would leak from his jockstrap and shorts.
Over the weeks Trevor became more daring - he would take a sock belonging to Steve. He would caress it and smell it - perhaps even tasting it - trying to work out how long it had been worn. He would take Steve's shoe and inhale deeply becoming intoxicated by his friend's odours. Trevor was attracted to Steve. He had often thought that he would have liked Steve to seduce him and control him. At home in bed he would lay with his eyes closed and imagine how Steve would treat him, forcing him to suck Steve's dick and balls and humiliate him for hours.
Steve was not the only one of Trevor's classmates that became alive in his imagination as his Master. Neil was another lad whose body Trevor craved to have pressing on him. Neil was a bit if a bully at times and was very physical with the others in the group, often Trevor would be hit hard on his arse or in his back by Neil as he enthusiastically encouraged his teammates - sometimes Trevor thought, a little bit too enthusiastically. Grabbing Neils sock one day he put it in his mouth and sucked in the aroma - this was new for Trevor. He almost came on the spot but he spanked his own arse hard three times which stopped him for a little while.
He then picked up Neil's boxers and sniffed. That was enough and he shot his load into his own jock strap under his shorts. He adjusted himself and with his now sticky hand wiped a little of his own cum onto the part of the boxers that would next come in contact with Neil's dick. This greatly excited Trevor and he was starting to get hard again as he imagined his friend walking around after the sports class with his body fluids rubbing on his friend's dick and balls.
Over the weeks Trevor's need to `serve' his classmates in this way continued. He imagined that the scent of his own cum, sweat and precum might in some way excite his classmates and would allow them to cum better and be more aroused.
A little of his urine dropped into a friend's shoe or precum wiped onto a locker door. There was nowhere that his cum and body fluids has not been placed in the school's locker room. He had even covered the water fountain in the hope that some of the semen would be drunk by his friends but this was not really Trevor's dream.
What he desired more and more was to be on the receiving end of his teammates excretions and he wondered longingly how he might fulfil these ambitions without being caught and labeled as a fag. His mind was in turmoil as he would dearly love to serve one of the young studs in his team but at the same time could not dare to be exposed as a slave or even as gay as the ridicule would have been horrible.
Trevor spread his cum over books and phones in the guys bags - again becoming horny that they would wipe his cum from their phone's camera lenses before Skyping with their girlfriends!
The more Trevor jacked off in the changing rooms the more horny he became - he could hardly wait to get home to cum again, indeed on occasions he would find himself playing with himself on the bus and towards the end of his trip, if he was far enough away from others on the bus, he would orgasm again. Their scent drove him wild and he longed to take a pair of socks or undies home - he hoped that one of the lads would forget to change. He tried dropping a pair of undies on the floor in the hope that they would be discarded but his hopes were always dashed.
Trevor was addicted to this process and revelled in the knowledge of his friends walking around covered in his secretions, oblivious to what they had on them - he would gasp when on occasions one would touch an area he had painted with his cum and then later put a finger to lip or nose. It was thrilling.
Unknown to Trevor, however, there was at least one of his classmates that was puzzled by events unfolding around him. One guy that noticed the movement of his clothes and property. The damp patches where normally there were none. Gary thought that there was something going on but did not suspect his friend - he thought perhaps that one of the perverted janitors was up to something. He decided to set a trap. Each time he made a photo of exactly how his socks shoes and underwear looked after he had changed into his sports kit. Slowly he was narrowing it down and would pop back to the changing rooms from time to time making excuses that he needed to pee or had forgotten to put his phone one charge. The photos confirmed that there was somebody moving his stuff and there was definitely not that water in his shoe when he went off to play sports earlier.
Paul was the cutest of the bunch, slim, pale and with vivid blue eyes that pierced through the heart to one's sole. When water fell on Paul in the shower it struck his skin and shone like little diamonds falling down his body. Paul's dick, Trevor had noticed, was often soft and nestled in firm balls, but had on more than one occasion become surprisingly large and semi erect when being washed.
Today it was Paul's turn to have his personal possessions and underclothing tampered with. Trevor stood next to Paul's clothes and pulled his shorts down over his arse and moved to one side the pouch of his jockstrap so his hard and sticky cock was free to coat his hand and Paul's garments with precum. Often bringing Paul's boxers to his face, stained a little with dried urine and precum, Trevor moaned and played with his dick and balls - alternating sock to his mouth, sock to his dick, boxers to his nose, boxers to his dick. Trevor edged himself closer and closer to orgasmn. He knew he was close and he started to feel his legs weaken.
"What the fucking hell are you doing???"
Trevor panicked - he both froze and struggled to pull his shorts up over his dick at the same time. It was like time stood still and his heart pounded - he felt sick and horrified.
"Your wanking over Paul's boxers! You fucking pervert. I'm going to get Paul. He is fucking going to explode when he sees this you little queer. You are so going to get a beating from the guys."
The anger in Gary's deep voice scared Trevor like he had never been scared before - he wanted to run, he wanted to piss himself, he wanted the ground to open up around him and swallow him whole. Trevor dropped Paul's undies and putting one hand instinctively over the erection still visible from the top of his shorts and another over his stomach in the hope it would help him to stop from throwing up.
"N ... no please, I mean ..., please Gary don't tell. You can't, please!!!"
Trevor's voice initially broken and shaking gave way to pleading and terror - his face reddened in embarrassment and his ears glowed contrasting with his light blond hair. He stumbled back and sat on the bench stuffing his rapidly decreasing dick back into his shorts and adjusting his jock strap to try and regain some little dignity without much success.
"... I'll do whatever you want - I'm begging you! Gary, please!?"
Trevor was too terrified and too busy trying to recover himself to see the look on Gary's face. His voice was harsh and anger was clearly directed towards Trevor but his face looked puzzled and gleefully surprised. A face that had won the lottery or had an unexpected kiss from an attractive looking stranger. Gary's dick twitched a little in his shorts and he looked at this pathetic creature before him struggling with his shorts almost curled into the fetal position on the bench clearly squirming and he felt for the first time that he had indeed discovered a prize!
"Begging me, you little punk??? Get over here now on you're fucking worthless knees and plead for your existence. What the fuck do you possibly think you can do for me to make this good???"
"Anything Sir, just please don't tell anyone. I'll be beaten so badly if the others ever found out - I am so sorry Sir!"
Instinctively Trevor threw himself at Gary's feet and sobbed. He was embarrassed at what had happened but he was even more embarrassed that he had just called someone, who had until that point, been one of his best friends, `Sir'! Could it get any worse than this he thought to himself.
"If you want to smell a man, you little shit, smell this!"
Gary grabbed the trembling friend by his hair and forced his nose and mouth deep into his groin, working it around over his dick and balls through Gary's shorts and sweaty jockstrap. It was hard for Trevor to breath and he gasped as he sobbed but his instincts were not dulled by his experience and he held onto the back of Gary's legs and pulled himslef closer still.
"Paul is just a wimp. You like this man cock smell in your face boy???"
The sounds of gasping were not entirely loud enough to hide the sound of a "Yes Sir" which both amused and aroused Gary.
"You actually seem to like this boy!"
Gary pushed the boy away from him and getting into the swing of being this little punk's Master perhaps slapped Trevor's face across his cheek a few times, lightly at first but harder on each stroke.
"You are getting a fucking hardon again in your shorts you little slut. Tell me out loud that you are a fucking slut, a whore and a worthless fag!"
Gary commanded Trevor and Trevor was happy to oblige - he was not out of the woods yet but at least there was hope if Gary could be persuaded to keep this all to himself.
Gary held the boy by the chin and twisted his face to one side, swatting down and his voice was menacing and cold in his ear, almost a whisper.
"If I choose not to grass you up to Paul and the rest of the class, boy, what will you do for me? What will my reward be, boy, for my silence as your punishment against my friend???"
"I am a worthless fag Sir, and I will be your friend and serve you in any way you want. You are a man and I am a pathetic fag, a worthless shit. Please use me as you see fit Sir."
Trevor's dick twitched a bit as he said it - and he knew that this was what he wanted - he could not believe that Gary, this rugged hunk from the team might make him his own. He started to panic a little as he thought this might be a trap and wondered if he should just run.
"Close your fucking eyes boy!" Gary's voice was now loud and in command and as Trevor obeyed and just before he shut them, Gary spat in his eyes. With the boy's eyes shut tight, Gary pulled his cock from his shorts and using it like a brush rubbed precum all over Trevor's face.
"Let's get one thing clear you little fuck. You are not my friend and I am certainly not yours. You are my slave and I am your Master. Are you clear about that boy?"
Gary slapped Trevor's face again.
"Ye ...Yes Sir!"
"You are mine now boy, You are my slave, my fag, my cunt to use, an object for me to play with as I wish. My pet." Gary expertly flopped his dick back into his shorts. "Are we fucking clear about that boy?"
"Sir!"
"You will do everything I say, if you want this to stay in this room boy! The others will be here shortly so you are to meet me here after school faggot! Clear?"
"Sir! I'm sorry Sir, I am your worthless fag Sir, a slave Sir, to use as you see fit. I'll be here right after class Sir."
Gary slapped Trevor's face one more time and pushed him away.
"You better fucking had be boy!",
Gary took some of the spit and precum that was lodged on Trevor's nose and with his thumb rubbed into the boys nostrils and around his top lip and over his teeth.
"You are not to wash this off your face boy before we meet. You are to get such a punishment for this today. Now get the fuck out of here boy so I can shower and change".
Grabbing his things in his arms Trevor rushed out of the locker room not wanting to be caught in this position and afraid of angering Gary further. Gary was one of the strongest members of the team so was not somebody to be trifled with and Trevor was still shaking as he got outside. As the cold air of autumn hit him, he wrenched and threw up in the bushes.
Gary, stripped and joking with his classmates that were now joining him, entered the showers and as the water splashed on his back he thought about ways in which his new slave and pet might be punished.
"Hey Gary!", Paul said, "where'd you get to?"
"Oh, I had a little matter to attend to Paul, you and the lads might be interested. Give me a day or two and I will fill you all in completely!"
... To Be Continued ...
Partially based on fact, Email me and tell me what you would do in his position! neversaycapture@gmail.com