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"My greedy little cum slut. You did a good job today boy," laughed Danny and then he reached in for another kiss. They kissed passionately but more tenderly this time. Marcus wasn't quite sure what had just happened but he did know he felt good wrapped up in Danny's arms. They continued with their cum covered kiss until they were rudely interrupted.
"What the fuck is going on here???"
Marcus went into panic. Who's voice was this? Whilst sat on Danny's lap, his cock still stuffed deep inside Marcus' ass, both of them covered in cum, Marcus was still handcuffed with his arms looped over Danny's shoulders. He tried to spin round to look, but the angle wouldn't let him look towards the changing room door where the voice was coming from.
"Danny, Danny, Danny boy, what trouble have we been getting into here?"
Marcus looked at Danny, expecting him to be filled with the same terror he was. However, what he saw was his lover with a wry smile spread over his face and suddenly Danny reached down beside Marcus, picked up the discarded blindfold and whipped it over Marcus' eyes once again.
Marcus was scared and confused. What the fuck was on? He wanted to ask Danny what was happening, who was this, but he couldn't find his voice. Danny then lifted Marcus off his lap, his cock pulling out of his ass with a satisfying pop and lifting Marcus under the armpits back onto the nearby bench on his back. Unable to stop it, Marcus could feel Danny's seed leak out of his ass as his hole twitched close and the cum dribbled down his leg.
"CLICK"
Off went the sound of a camera phone and Marcus was now terrified. What was Danny doing? Who was this mystery voice? Who had taken a photo of him looking at his most deprived and sluttiest, looking like the true cum slut he had been transformed into in just a short period of time.
"Mate, calm down," boomed Danny. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Well it looks to me like you've fucked that little cocksucker Marcus and came in his ass, so I'd like to see you explain what it is then."
Marcus winced at the thought of being a cocksucker, but as he could still taste the cum in his mouth that Danny had fed him and also the load leaking out of his ass, he began to think that maybe that wasn't untrue. He also knew he recognised the voice but couldn't quite picture who it was yet.
"Mate, it's just a bit of fun," Danny reasoned to the mystery man.
"And that's the problem isn't it? You know I'm supposed to have first dibs on all the cocksuckers around here, break them in!"
This revelation shocked Marcus. Who was this?
"Mate, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, how about you can have him right here and now?"
Marcus let out a gasp and even through the blindfold he could feel eyes turn towards him. He felt Danny move closer to him, his hot breath close to Marcus' face.
"Right Marky boy" he whispered in Marcus' ear. "Daddy Danny has had a lot of fun with you today, and let me assure you this won't be the last time, you belong to me now. But I did make a mistake and not follow club protocol by fucking you today and by rights, I should have let someone else have a go on you first... Now, you're going to do Daddy a favour and make up for my mistake and put things right, aren't you?"
Marcus just nodded.
"I can see," Danny added, " that this isn't really a difficult ask of a cock hungry faggot like you." And with that Danny gave Marcus's rock hard cock another squeeze, which had got erect from just listening to Danny's whispers in his ear.
"Right then," said Danny, standing up and talking in a normal voice again. "Looks like that's sorted. Marky here is going to put things right, aren't you. I'll call you later Marky boy, and make sure you look after your teammate as well as you looked after me."
He heard Danny walk off, towards his locker, collect his things, and seemingly leave the changing room, though God knows if he had actually left. Marcus was more concerned that one of his other teammates was seeing still looking down at him at his most sluttiest ever. The mystery teammate had gone silent though Marcus could hear some shuffling noise. After what was only a few seconds but felt like and eternity, Marcus dared to speak.
"Hello? Who is that? This has all been a misunderstanding, I was just messing around with Danny, it got all out of hand. I'm not gay, by the way, I've got a girlfriend, she'll be waiting for me actually. I need to get..."
But Marcus was rudely interrupted by a huge cock being thrust between his lips. Two massive hands took hold of Marcus' head and forced him to go all the way down on this gigantic dick. This cock was even larger than Danny's and he realised now that Danny had actually been pretty gentle on him. This absolute beast of a man had forced his massive tool down Marcus throat, and he began to cough and splutter. The two giant hands held him firmly in place however much he tried to squirm. He could feel his face turn red as he struggled to breath.
"Breathe through your nose, boy," commanded the dominant man.
Marcus followed his advice but he was still struggling and just when he felt like he was going to pass out, the man finally released him from his vice like grip and he could get some reprieve. Marcus gasped for breath, imagining what a state he looked like. He realised that despite the level of shock he had just gone through, his cock was still hard as anything. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying this. After he caught his breath, he felt the big hands push him towards the even bigger cock again but this time Marcus needed no persuading. he dived straight on to it and started to work up and down, taking it to back of this throat with every stroke.
"Fuck yeah boy, that is so damn good. You're a born cocksucker. Mmmmm this is the best damn blow job ive had in a while."
This encouragement made Marcus more determined and he started to bob up and down faster and faster. Slobbery spit mixed with this man's precum ran down his chin. He felt the man lean over and then felt his huge hands explore his ass, still leaking Danny's load. A meaty finger found its way to his hole and despite its size, it slipped in easily. Marcus just moaned in pleasure but didn't miss a beat while he continued to suck for his life.
After a few more minutes of finger fucking, the man stopped and reached down to Marcus's ankles and firmly gripped them. This move pushed the man's cock deep down inside Marcus and he coughed and moaned as he struggled to breath again. A split second later Marcus was taken by surprise again, as the man, obviously hugely powerful and strong as an ox, lifted the slim lad up in one go and dangled him by his ankles. During this move the man skilfully ensure his cock didn't leave Marcus's mouth and to his credit, Marcus kept sucking like a pro.
Now suspended upside by his ankles, the blood rushed to his head. He felt faint but this angle allowed him to take even more of the man's cock deep into his throat so he kept on sucking like his life depended on it. His attempts were verified as the mystery man groaned in pleasure.
Once the groans subsided, Marcus then felt a tongue begin to lap at his exposed hole. This guy obviously had more of a beard than Danny's stubble as the sensation felt completely different. His tongue went all over Marcus's ass and deep inside his whole, eating up the final remants of Danny Care's load which had been deposited into Marcus earlier.
"I forgot how good that fucker Danny tastes. Your hole is fucking delicious, too, boy," laughed the man and then dived back into tongue fucking Marcus.
Marcus was in heaven. The harder he sucked on his mystery teammate, the deeper he seemed to go into ass, which drove Marcus wilder and wilder. He was still in disbelief. One hour ago he was a straight rugby star with some hidden, closeted desires and now he had been fucked in the ass and bred by one teammate and another was holding him by the feet, eating Marcus's ass out while he gave him a blowjob. His mind turned briefly to his girlfriend for a second, feeling that pang of shame he had had when sat on Danny's dick earlier, but the sensations of pleasure and being dominated by this bigger man made this fade quickly.
"Lad, you keep going like this, you're going to make me cum soon," said the man lifting his face out of Marcus's ass for a second, but this only made him suck harder and faster. Having been held upside down for sometime now Marcus was close to passing out but the adrenaline was keeping him going.
"I think you've deserved this boy," declared his teammate and with that he moved his lips from Marcus's ass to his erect cock, which had been rubbing against the man's chest, and leaking precum nonstop. Marcus had never been blown by a guy before but he'd had heard how much better guys were at giving head. He now knew this was true, as he felt the warm sensation of the man's mouth ride up and down over his cock, his bread bristling against his balls. Here he was, Marcus Smith, the rugby boy wonder, having a vertical 69 with one of his teammates and he didn't even know who he was.
The man then slowly lowered Marcus to the floor, until they were lying down side by side but still in the 69 position, continuing to suck each other off. Momentarily he spat out Marcus' cock.
"I'm close boy, get ready!" he groaned, and then seconds later Marcus felt his cock started to pulse and a huge spurt of warm, salty cum explode into his mouth and down his throat. The initial spurt was so huge that Marcus couldn't contain it all and it spilt out over his lips and down his chin. This sensation pushed Marcus over the edge, and he too started to cum in his teammate's mouth. Having cum a little while earlier with Danny, his load was much more feeble in comparison, but his teammate still greedily ate it up and sucked Marcus clean as his body convulsed.
Marcus was in a daze, still blindfolded, as his teammate span him around and brought him to lie on top his huge barrel chest. Their cocks, barely getting soft yet, rubbed against each other.
"Well done boy, you've passed the Quins cocksucking test," said the mystery teammate and he gently pulled off the blindfold from Marcus. Once again acclimatising his eyes to the harsh locker room light to see whom he had his second gay experience with. Before him was smiling the huge, bearded, godly hulk of a man and rugby legend Joe Marler. Marcus gasped but before he could say anything, Joe pulled Marcus in for a sloppy, cum soaked kiss. Marcus was taken aback as his teammate made out with him, the taste of their cum combining together in their mouths as their tongues swirled together.
"It's been a while since I've done that," laughed Joe as he broke off the kiss, lifted Marcus onto the bench and stood himself up. "I knew you were different from Day 1, but I didn't realise just how much of a slut you would be. Though I'm still fucked off Danny got his hands on you first, so you're now his lad," he continued and then glanced over at the clock on the wall.
"Fuck, I'm so late, the wife is going to kill me," he groaned. He ran over to the showers, dived in and under the water to wash the sweat and cum off his body, ran back into the changing area, and gathered his belongings, all the while whilst Marcus sat silent, in a total daze. He wanted to ask what Joe had meant by being Danny's lad but he couldn't even string a sentence together.
By now, Joe was in his tracksuit, backpack over his shoulder, just about to leave. Looking over at the shellshocked Marcus he paused.
"What's wrong boy? Didn't like it? Having regrets?" Joe asked, which snapped Marcus back to his senses.
"No... it's just that... I'm not gay, but... I loved it," Marcus meekly admitted, and Joe just laughed.
"Ha ha, that's because you're a born cocksucker lad!" laughed Joe. "We've awakened your true calling today, never mind rugby! Right, I'm off, don't think that's the last time with me, but I'll leave Danny to it for now. Laters lad"
And with that Joe walked out the changing room. Marcus was still sat naked in the changing room, covered in the cum of both Joe Marler and Danny care. He looked around him and saw the discared handcuffs, blindfold, and his own ripped underwear. What had he done? What had he got himself into? However, even just thinking back to the events of the last hour betrayed his faux shock, as he began to get hard again as he remembered riding Danny's cock and sucking on Joe.
Hearing his phone vibrate from his bag close by, he woke up from his daydreaming again, got up and took out the phone. A single message from Danny was displayed on the home screen.
"It's time to take this to the next level lad."
To be continued...