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The Humiliation Games
CHAPTER 10
PART 19
Esteban returned to the stage but remained silent as the crowd continued to cheer and applaud for the veteran demon's first showing of the games. Zorren took a polite bow as the cheering continued before eventually gesturing for it to quieten and allow the MC to resume.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Certainly a humiliation worth waiting for!" Esteban said happily. "Let's just hope that not too many Plebiciles were hurt to manipulate the odds to have it happen!" He looked solemnly at the audience for a moment, who stared back silently before they all burst into laughter. "Oh, I couldn't keep a straight face," Esteban laughed. "We literally don't care about a single one of those insignificant creatures!"
The crowd continued to laugh until chatter began to slowly creep back in.
"Well then, it looks like we're ready to continue," Esteban announced. "Round ten, the penultimate turn for Team Trauxity and we have STILL yet to see Dazallan in action. Can he follow Zorren's lead and make a late entry into the competition? I guess only time will tell! Well... time and YOU. It's your call after all!"
Another gentle chuckle from the audience as The Terror remained, as ever, unmoved.
"Then I believe it's time for contestant number ten," Esteban called out. "Let's see him!" he added, gesturing to the large screen that popped up displaying the next volunteer.
The audience chattered eagerly as the man appeared on screen. The video showed a large, muscular blonde man in his late twenties dressed in rugby kit tackling another player in the middle of a match. While many of them men involved in the game would make visually pleasing targets, the focus was clearly on the man identified from his bio card as Ben Weston.
"Here we go, demons and gentlemen. Allow me to introduce you to Ben Weston, a former semi-professional rugby player turned motivational speaker from Glasgow in bonnie Scotland," Esteban said, in a truly terrible attempt at a Scottish accent. He shrugged as he said, "I may have exaggerated about my dialect skills on my job application, but I make up for it with charm!" He smiled broadly as the audience laughed.
"Ben is a single father of two, openly bisexual, an upstanding member of society and a well-regarded public speaker across Scotland and the north of England," Esteban explained. "Competitive, dominant and possibly even overbearing by day, Ben craves domination and control in the bedroom, so make of that what you will, Team Trauxity! And with that, let the timer... start... timing!" He smiled as the countdown appeared as usual.
"Look at them squirm," Master Ezekiel smirked to his team. "Zorren, your last humiliation was wonderful. You've certainly given them a hard act to follow."
"Very kind of you, Ezekiel," Zorren answered politely. He glanced to his side and said to Tharukan, "And nice of you to `pull your punches' so to speak in that last round and give this old timer a chance to shine."
"I have no idea what you could mean," Tharukan chuckled back.
"Very touching," Gokothon growled, "But we've only go one more humiliation to inflict before me move on and I'd like it to be the best, so whatever bullshit you pulled last round... stop it!"
"I think someone's just bitter they've only had one go!" Tharukan teased his teammate.
"Don't test me!" Gokothon growled.
"I wouldn't DREAM of it," Tharukan said, continuing to tease the Master of Nightmares.
"Hey, easy," Ezekiel said sternly. "You start fighting in here and you-know-who will eviscerate you with a glance!" he said, flicking his glance briefly to The Terror.
"I can wait until after," Gokothon mumbled grumpily.
Ezekiel rolled his eyes but remained silent as Zorren and Tharukan returned to chatting while Gokothon quietly seethed as the counter ticked down.
"Okay Team Trauxity, that's your time," Esteban announced as the timer concluded. "Who are we hearing from first?"
"We'll be starting with Dave this time, I believe," Master Sebastian said politely before looking back to his team. "Lord Dave, if you wouldn't mind!"
"Thank you Sebastian," Dave said with a nod as he passed the human to take centre stage. "I think it's time to pull out one of the old classics," he said casually. He raised his hand to reveal a small figure. It had not been there a moment before, but nobody had actually seen it appear.
The figure was a small-scale replica of Ben himself, dressed in a tiny little suit, identical to the type Ben wore when working.
"What happens to this figure, happens to Ben. I thought it might be... amusing to see what were to happen if it were to fall into the hands of an audience member at one of his next public events," Dave explained.
"So it's a voodoo doll," Gokothon muttered, unimpressed.
Dave glanced round at the other demon and smiled as he said, "Certainly not. Any demon with any level of experience would know that even we don't mess with voodoo!"
Gokothon growled a little at the admonishment, but once again remained quiet, fearful of causing a disturbance and incurring the wrath of their host.
"Well that certainly sounds like it'll make for an interesting speech," Sebastian chuckled as Dave returned to his seat. "Next, can I invite up Lord Buth'Taloz!"
"Thank you," Buth'Taloz said as he stepped up ready to present his suggestion. "It appears much of Ben's motivational work relies on self-empowerment. He likes to talk a lot about taking charge of his own life and his own destiny. I plan on showing his audience that's a load of bullshit by showing them just how much the self-empowered' Ben likes to be de-powered' in the bedroom. I plan to expose his biggest personal kink to his professional audience!"
"Aha, a classic move, wonderful idea," Master Sebastian chuckled as Buth'Taloz returned. "And last up, with what we hope will be his first humiliation of these games, I present Lord Dazallan!"
The thus-far unutilised demon stepped forward and cast his eye across the audience. He smirked as he said, "I saw you all looking when that video started. A burly, attractive Plebicile, rolling around with a bunch of other burly attractive Plebiciles... who doesn't love a sexy rugby player!" He stopped to look round at the other demons and added in a stage whisper, "But you can never eat a whole one!"
The audience laughed as the other demons chuckled at the comment, though it was unclear just how serious they were.
"Anyway, Ben likes to think himself the most attractive man on the pitch, so I plan to make his thoughts a reality and make him exactly that," Dazallan explained. "I have a feeling Ben will soon learn the perils of his vanity once every person on the pitch has the same high opinion of him that he has of himself!"
"Oh, splendid, wonderful," Esteban said, nodding happily as he returned to the stage. "And there we have it, people, your options for round ten. Will you be going with Dave's `not a voodoo doll' voodoo doll, Buth'Taloz's at-work exposure of Ben's kink or Dazallan's sexy rugby fever pitch? Cast your votes now and let's see what's in store for Ben!"
VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS
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Give an audience member at a motivational speech a Ben `voodoo doll' – 14%
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Show off Ben's interest in being sexually dominated to a professional audience – 14%
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Have Ben become the most desirable man on the rugby pitch – 71%
PART 20
"Ben Dover's at it again!"
Ben let out a groan as he heard the taunt from his teammate as he stood bent over with his foot up on a bench, tying a bootlace. "Yeah, you wish, Brat!" he snapped back as he dropped his foot to the ground and squatted down to finish tying it instead. Ben's last named was actually Weston, but like every member of their local amateur team, he had been nicknamed by his teammates, who had very originally chosen `Dover' for him for the obvious play on words when paired with his first name.
The named man who had taunted him was actually Chad, but everyone called him Brat. The only solace Ben got from snapping back at the other man was knowing that he hated Brat' as much as Ben hated Dover'.
"Yeah, you... you... wish I wished!" Brat attempted to retort, but scowled as a couple of the others laughed at the poor response.
Ben rolled his eyes as he stood up and shook his head before following the others out onto the pitch. Today was only a practice, which meant no opposing team. With a couple of guys absent for various reasons, they were down to thirteen men. As Ben cast his eyes across his teammates, he found himself mildly annoyed that Brat was quite correct. He actually did wish the comment had been some kind of come on, the same way he wished anyone else in the team would do the same!
Being the only non-heterosexual on the team hadn't caused the issues Ben had suspected they might when he came out as bisexual, but that didn't mean he didn't have a few problems because of it. The main problem was the constant arousal he felt whenever he practiced with them. A dozen attractive, athletic, sexy men... it was safe to say they had all featured in wank fantasies and sex dream dreams repeatedly, sometimes alone, often together. Alas, fantasy was the only place where he would ever see any action with them.
As Ben approached the gathering, ready to begin today's practice, he frowned a little as he thought he saw an ethereal green glow around the group, though as he blinked slowly and shook his head, the image cleared and he was back to just seeing his twelve teammates.
"Okay," Postie called out, the team captain taking charge as normal. "Usual warm-up then into usual drills for now," the burly man said gruffly, his eyes sweeping across the team before lingering on Ben for a few moments.
"Hey, you done something different with your hair?" Teaboy asked, the twenty-year-old cocking his head curiously at Ben as they started to jog for their warmup.
"What? Ya taking the piss?" Ben replied, scowling.
"No, he's right," Example replied, backing up his twin, the two youngest members of the team as inseparable as always. "You look... different!"
Ben reached up to touch his hair, then scowled again as he said, "If one of ya's pranked me and I'm walking round with shit on my hair or my face or something I swear I'll dropkick you both!"
"Wow, guy can't even take a compliment," Teaboy said with a shrug.
"I know right, but he's kinda cute when he's angry!" Example sniggered before the two of them jogged off ahead.
"So not in the mood for this shit," Ben muttered to himself, though he did find himself perking up a little as he got a perfect view of the two young men from behind.
Pert little bubble butts contained inside their rugby shorts while pale legs, toned but slim, protruded from them, peppered with a light smattering of hair that grew heavier down towards their shins. Their muscular backs showed through their tight rugby shorts as they ran, while they both looked back occasionally at him, boyishly cute with their smooth jaws and impish smiles.
"The fuck's got into them," Ben said under his breath as the twins continued checking him out, whispering and giggling to each other as they jogged around the pitch. He was shaken from his thoughts by a sudden sharp sting in his buttock. "FUCK!" he yelled out as the inflictor of the butt-slap he received moved up to his side.
"Damn, Dover! That's firm!" Peej said, shaking his head as he smirked at the look of annoyance on Ben's face. "Been putting in some extra squats?"
Once again it was a compliment, but he was so jaded by the usual teasing and taunting they all threw at each other that he was immediately suspicious, especially as it was Peej (a.k.a. Paul Jones), the eldest member of the team. At just short of forty, the large man was an imposing figure with trunk-like thighs, bulging biceps, a broad chest and big, bright ginger beard.
"Okay, what's the punchline?" Ben demanded, rolling his eyes.
"What?!" Peej exclaimed. "No punchline, that was just like slapping a fuckin' statue. Seriously mate, buns of fucking steel!"
Ben continued to frown, still suspicious. "Come on, stop fuckin' about. What's it gonna be? What have I been squatting down on? Have I been giving my butt extra workouts? Just say it!" he said with visible frustration.
"Jesus, just being nice. You gonna be this cranky all night?" Peej asked, shaking his head.
"I'm..." Ben went to argue, then realised that doing so would only reinforce the assertion, so he forced a smile and said, "Sorry, you're right. Thank you for the compliment!"
"You're welcome," Peej said happily before speeding off ahead to apparently pester the twins.
"Yo, Dover!" Ben heard as he continued on with his warmup job.
Ben glanced back to see Hooky a short way behind. He huffed as he said, "What now? Lemme guess, you think I look cute, or you like my butt, or these shorts make my dick look huge?! Let's hear it!"
"Wow, umm... wow," Hooky (a.k.a. Mizn Ho) said, clearly taken aback as he caught up to jog alongside the irritable man. "Literally just saying hi," the twenty-two-year-old comments innocently. As he saw Ben wince a little at the response, he added, "Ben, dude, you okay? You seem... stressed!"
Ben felt bad, and his anger was deflated a little from having his name rather than his nickname used. "Sorry Miz," he said, returning the courtesy as he used the shortening of Hooky's actual name. He realised how he had probably come across and got annoyed that he was only doing it as a result of his teammates being nice to him!? It was a confusing feeling.
"Y'know, if you're feeling tense, I'm a great masseur. I'd be happy to... rub you!" Hooky said, staring at Ben for a moment.
Ben was once again conflicted on how to respond. Of everyone on the team, Hooky was certainly one of the least antagonistic, so a comment from him was almost always genuine and sincere but... had he just offered to RUB him? What did that even mean? Did Hooky mean it the way it sounded? It's not like there was any kind of language barrier like they sometimes experienced with Hooky's uncle, who was also on the team. Hooky had grown up in England and didn't even have a hint of a Malay accent. "I... umm... I'll keep that in mind, thanks!" Ben said, not wanting to snap again at the polite young man.
The rest of the warmup brought a whole slew of other strange interactions with the rest of the team. Slaphead and Tigger hit Ben up for some workout tips, after claiming he looked like he was getting some serious gains lately. Messy, Ginelli and Doc had ended up teaching each other the phrase, `You look very attractive today' in Spanish, Italin and Malay respectively while warming up with Ben. Postie, Brat and Cracker didn't really say anything unusual to Ben, but every time he glanced round he could see them looking his way.
By the time the team were prepared to started on their drills, Ben was absolutely paranoid that something was going on, a feeling that only strengthened as Postie called out, "Right, pair up. Track and tackle!"
Virtually every member of the team called out Ben's name or made a move for him as they tried to pair up.
"Back off, I already got him!" Cracker said, having been closest to Ben and grabbed him immediately. The handsome twenty-one-year-old glowered at their teammates who backed off reluctantly, pairing up.
Ben scowled and started, "What the fuck are you lot..."
"Come on, I wanna show you my tackle!" Cracker said as he pulled Ben away to interrupt him. He shot Ben a grin and a playful wink before he said, "Or you can show me yours!"
Ben huffed, still confused and annoyed in equal measure, but glad of the potentially aggressive drill that would allow him to vent his growing frustration.
As Ben looked round towards the pile of hit shields, Cracker grabbed his shoulder and said, "Nah, skip the pads. I'm a big brave boy. I reckon I can handle ya without them!"
"Whatever," Ben huffed. "Your funeral!" he added with a shrug.
While Cracker (or Jacob Barclay off the pitch) was a fairly well build young man who had the sort of physique most guys his age would covet, he looked positively scrawny compared to Ben, who had ten more years of rugby playing and working out behind him.
"Oh, so scared. Bet ya can't even touch me!" Cracker goaded.
Ben charged, not really following the usual routine for tackling practice that Postie set, more just keen to prove the cocky young player wrong. As he leaned down and buried his right shoulder into Cracker's stomach, his arms wrapped around him. The momentum easily lifted him slightly off the ground before he started toppling backwards. Before he hit the ground, his own arms wrapped around Ben to pull him down with him.
Landing heavily on his back, Cracker hit the ground with the full weight of Ben on top of him moments later. "Unnh!" Cracker grunted, slightly winded.
"You were saying?" Ben sniggered. It took him a moment to realise Cracker was still tightly clinging onto him.
Cracker raised his head slightly so his face was next to Ben's head, sniffed slightly and asked softly, "You wearing a different aftershave? It smells... great!"
Ben pulled back, looking horrified at the young man. "Okay, what the fuck's going on?" he demanded angrily.
"Nothing, I just... noticed how good you smell!" Cracker said before biting his lip as he stared into Ben's eyes.
Ben suddenly pulled away and staggered back, falling away to sit on the ground as he stared at Cracker he knelt up to stare back. Ben looked at the young man, trying to figure out what was going on, but as his eyes lowered, they bulged slightly at the sight of a hefty bump in his shorts.
Cracker blushed as he looked down at the undeniable erection and said, "Sorry, probably just... friction, right?"
"You're supposed to be practicing, not sitting around fucking chatting!" Postie said, approaching the two as they stared each other down.
Cracker quickly reached down and adjusted himself to conceal the arousal as the team captain got closer.
"Sorry, we were just... umm..." Ben started, but he had nothing to offer as an excuse.
"Slacking!" Postie said gruffly. "You were just slacking!" he said angrily, though it softened as he said, "And don't think I'll go easy on you just cos you're cute!"
Ben frowned as he started, "What..."
"I know right," Cracker quickly interjected, "Seriously, something's different right!"
"It's the hair!" Teaboy said, moving up behind the captain, the whole team now seemingly giving up on their own drills to gather as Ben remained sat on the floor, bewildered by the apparent prank.
"It's not the hair!" Brat snapped. "He's, like... tanned or something!"
"This is Glasgow!" Peej replied, shaking his head. "We don't tan unless it's fake and he ain't orange!"
"He's just been working out! That's all!" Slaphead said with a shrug.
"Okay, stop!" Ben said, raising a hand out defensively towards his gathering team as he used the other one to help himself climb to his feet. "Whatever... whatever the fuck it is you're all doing... fucking stop it, okay. It's not funny anymore! I mean... it wasn't funny to begin with, but... but... just fucking stop it!"
Hooky started, "Seriously, Ben..."
"Dover!" Brat interjected.
"I wish he would!" Example called out, getting laughs and agreement from the rest of the team.
"Fuck this, I'm going!" Ben said as he turned to head back to the locker room, too annoyed to even keep talking to his team.
"GET HIM!" Brat called out.
The twins responded instantly, easily the quickest two on the team. As they charged at Ben, Teaboy went low as Example went high and Ben was easily knocked off of his feet. Tumbling to the ground tangled in the twins, Ben fell heavily but recovered quickly and rolled onto his back as the rest of the group caught up, gathering round.
In the fall, Ben's shirt had ridden up a little a few inches of bare flesh were exposed around his midriff.
"Damn, look at those abs!" Tigger commented, shaking his head.
"Yeah, see, I told ya, it's the muscles. He's been working out!" Slaphead insisted.
Blushing, Ben reached down to try and pull the front of his shirt down, but Teaboy and Example each grabbed an arm, placing their entire weight on them to pin him in place.
"Get off!" Ben demanded furiously.
"Fuck, how hot does he look like that!" Cracker growled, getting sniggers and mutters of agreement.
"Get his legs," Peej suggested as Ben began trying to buck his hips and kick out at the people around him.
Doc and Brat knelt down, pinning Ben's legs in place by his ankles.
"Wow, someone hasn't been skipping leg day!" Brat said as his hand stroked Ben's shin, feeling the soft blonde hair beneath his fingers as they slid round to the back of the leg.
"Stop that!" Ben demanded. "Stop... stop all of this!" he gasped, squirming to get free.
"Ooh, he's so forceful. Wanna tell me what to do, daddy?" Teaboy giggled as he kept an arm pinned. Though he laughed wickedly at his own comment, the others doing the same, he blushed heavily at his own choice of words.
"Wanna see a bit more?" Example asked, reaching down to grab the bottom hem of Ben's rugby shirt before lifting it to reveal the rest of his stomach.
Feeling the cool air across his exposed skin was a bizarre sensation for Ben. The entire situation was an absolute dream come true. As a lover of outdoor sexual activity, being sexually dominated and the attractive men on his team, this was close to actual fantasies he had jerked off over, but at the same time he felt slightly intimidated as he still had no idea what was happening or why. Fortunately (or unfortunately!?) the former aspect was winning as his abs were exposed and he stared down at the lightly-furred ridges of the muscles, he could also see the growing bulge in his own shorts as he cock swelled.
"Fuck, that's hot!" "Nice abs!" "I like the hair!" "He's getting hard!" "Is anyone really surprised?" the comments were coming from every direction, the team now fully surrounding Ben and the four men holding him down.
Postie whispered to Peej for a moment, then looked down and said, "Hey, this isn't fair, you shouldn't be exposing poor lil Dover like that!" He squatted down on one side of Ben as Peej squatted down on the other and they reached up to pull the shirt back down again.
"Aww!" "Hey!" "No fun!" "Get it out!" the team complained around them.
"He shouldn't be exposed like that," Postie repeated, then flashed a grin at Peej as he said excitedly, "Because he should be exposed like THIS!" The two men grasped at the rugby shirt, took hold and yanked in opposite directions.
The shirt never stood a chance, tearing immediately before mostly tearing away, exposing the whole of Ben's torso.
"No, stop!" Ben whined pathetically as his chest was now exposed too. His pecs bulged as he squirmed and flexed trying to get free, adorned with the same dark hair that formed the heavy trail down his stomach.
Peej and Postie pulled at the parts of the shirt that remained, tearing away the collar and then the sleeves to leave Ben laying fully shirtless at the centre of the mass of excitable men.
"Why are you doing this?" Ben whined.
"Hold up," Postie said before anyone else could respond. He leaned down and whispered in Ben's ear, "If you REALLY want us to stop, the safety phrase is `football is better than rugby'. Say that and I make everyone stop!"
Ben stared into the captain's eyes as he pulled back and held for a moment. It was obvious he was waiting to see if he would hear the phrase straight away. Ben gulped slightly but remained silent. While he hadn't crossed the line into compliant, he was now at least complicit!
"That's what I thought!" Postie smirked. "And hey, while I'm down here..." He reached out to place his hands on ben's chest, one hand cupping each pectoral which he massaged gently before letting his hands slide down onto the taut stomach.
The touching triggered a chain reaction in the rest of the team and Ben soon found himself being groped at by two dozen hands. While he was no longer being completely restrained, there was no chance of him making his way to freedom with the twelve men surrounding and touching him. His cock throbbed inside his shorts but thus far remained untouched.
"Postie, anything else coming off?" Teaboy asked excitedly as the groping continued.
Ben let out a groan as he heard the question and, without anyone actually answering, felt hands grasp at his shorts. He had expected them to be yanked down, but instead he felt momentary pressure before the sound of ripping fabric carried through the chattering and laughing of the crowd molesting him. The shorts were ripped off, leaving him in nothing but his briefs, rugby boots and socks.
"Back up, back up, back up!" Peej urged after a few moments and the hands finally retracted.
The crowd parted, revealing Ben laying on the ground looking red-faced, flustered and exposed as his briefs strained against the raging erection inside them.
"Jesus, what a fuckin' pervert!" Brat sniggered.
There was a sudden pause as the group seemed to come to the joined prospect of what was next, exchanging nervous glances with each other and longing stares at the throbbing, cotton-clad tumescence. It was a strange dichotomy, almost like a group of lactose intolerants staring at a massive bowl of ice cream, wanting it but knowing they shouldn't. For that brief moment, the team seemed almost as confused by the experience as Ben had been so far.
"He should... play with it!" Example suggested, frowning in confusion as he said it.
"Yes!" a few of the others yelled in unison.
"Take your pants off!" Postie said firmly, prompted to continue by the younger player's suggestion.
"What? No!" Ben objected as he stared back at the twelve confused/eager faces. Looking round, he was finally able to see the other players more clearly. The bulge he had been sporting before his shorts were torn off was now visible on most of the others too, some attempting to hide it, others seemingly unaware. As embarrassing as it was to consider being naked and aroused in front of the whole team, this was an opportunity. How often would he get to be in a situation like this? If he did what they asked, would they follow? Would his nudity lead to THEIR nudity? If that happened, would they want his... assistance? Jerking them off, blowing them... letting them fuck him? How far would he go? How far would THEY go? It was terrifying and exciting and humiliating all at the same time.
He reached down to his briefs, still laying on his back, then bucked his hips to raise his butt off the ground and pushed them down. He had been naked in front of them before, much as he had seen them naked too, in their post-game showers, but they never looked at him and he always went out of his way not to look at them... or at least not get caught being too obvious about it! Yet being naked with a raging erection, out in the pitch and the only one undressed made it feel like the first time they had seen him!
"Wow, he's big!" "He looks ready to blow!" "Huh, thicker than I thought it'd be!" the comments only made the exposure feel more real.
Once again the strange awkwardness wrapped around the group. Ben looked good... REALLY good, and he was laying there naked and erect, ready for action, but... what action... and who with... and...so many questions. The collective confusion was apparent.
"Maybe he... should just..." Hooky started, but shook his head, unable to finish.
"Jerk off?" Example suggested.
"Mmm-huh," Postie hummed absently, then realised the team were looking to him and quickly nodded as he said, "Yeah, he should jerk off!"
Ben wanted to object again. He could more than just object, he could stop it at literally any time. Sure, some of the harm was already done. Whatever THIS was, whyever it was happening, he had stripped naked on the pitch with a boner. It was the sort of thing the team would never forget, or let HIM forget. People had earned lifelong nicknames for less and he could only imagine what his own might become now, but could he really take it that far? Pleasure himself in front of them? It seems the answer was yes as his hand cautiously reached down to grasp his rock-hard cock.
"Jesus!" Cracker gasped as he saw Ben start. "Oh, not you!" he added as Messy (real name Jesus Perez) looked at him, getting a snigger from the group.
"He's actually jerking off, just... doing it!" Tigger expressed his shock.
Ben's eyes kept darting around the group. Their eyes were fixed on him. Most staring at his dick as he frantically pumped away at it, a few looking at his face, though as his gaze cast round and he made eye contact, they immediately looked away, blushing. Ben actually managed a slight smirk as he noticed Hook's hand had slipped inside his shorts but didn't look for too long. Bizarrely, he didn't want to embarrass the other player by drawing attention to it.
"Is he gonna... go all the way?" Teaboy asked shakily, fixated and repulsed at the same time.
"Yes he is!" Ben suddenly gasped. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he yelled out as his hips bucked again and he began to shoot. He had never been one to get a great distance with his ejaculations, but the size of the load was hefty and he spurted up glob after glob onto his firm, hairy stomach, some of it pooling in his navel. As the orgasm slowly subsided, Ben's hand slid away from his cock and he laid on the ground, spent and panting as the others milled around him. Unsure whether he was seeing things from the exertion, Ben thought he saw the green aura once again, though this time it seemed to flicker out feebly rather than simply disappearing. "What was..." he started, but was interrupted.
"Fucking hell, Dover, what the fuck are you doing?" Postie suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh my fucking god!" Teaboy gasped as he stared at his naked teammate.
"Is that cum?" Brat asked, bursting into hysterical laughter.
"Fuck, was he jerking off during practice?" Slaphead gasped, laughing in disbelief.
Ben frowned, more confused than ever. This was obviously part of the prank. Set him up, make him do things then act like they hadn't even been involved. "You cunts!" he snapped. "You absolute fucking cunts!" He quickly reached down to pull his briefs back on, the only clothing he actually had to hand. "YOU did this!" he snapped furiously.
"The fuck's Dover on about?" Peej asked, shaking his head.
"Dover? Nah, more like... Jackoff!" Brat sniggered.
"Fuck off. NO! That's... no!" Ben said furiously. Being Ben Dover' was bad enough. He wasn't spending the rest of his time on the team as Jackoff'! He climbed to his feet, looking round at the tattered remnants of his clothing. "You're cunts. The fucking lot of ya!" he snapped before turning to make a dash for the locker room.
"Hey, where's Jackoff going?" Brat called after him.
"Hey, leave Jacky alone!" Postie called out.
"Ha, Jacky!" Ben heard one of others laugh. That was it. he knew there was no way out of it now. Jacky would stick, he could feel it. "Fuck!" he muttered . "Fucking Jacky," he said, blushing at the thought of the constant reminder of his exposure.
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The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden