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When stupidhimbohole asked Coach what the small door was in the corner of the locker room, Coach told him it was a steam tunnel that carried the hot water pipes from the services building to the showers. Coach warned him never to go into the steam tunnels. They were off-limits, and bad things happened there. Once coach had planted that seed in his brain, though, going into the tunnels was all he could think about. Before long he found himself wandering inside them.
The first time he went in, he used his phone because the tunnels were dark. As he turned towards the fine arts building, he heard some sounds. Before he knew what was happening, his phone was knocked out of his hands, he was shoved to the ground, and he felt arms holding him down. His shorts were ripped open, and some kind of rag was shoved into his mouth just before a cock was rammed up his virgin ass. He heard his muffled screams echo in the tunnel as he was fucked hard and rough. He thought it was over when he felt the man pull out of him, having left a load of cum deep inside his own tunnel, but almost immediately another cock was rammed into him. Then the rag was pulled out of his mouth and replaced with a wet cock. he was ordered to suck it clean. It smelled bad and tasted worse, but he did as he was told.
He had lost track of how many cocks had unloaded inside him, or how many he had sucked clean. It may have been as many as a dozen,but some of them may have fucked him more than once. When they were done, the men were gone as quickly as they had arrived. He was laying flat on the floor, his ass and throat throbbing. It seemed like only a minute later, the lights came on. His phone and his favorite shorts were gone, his shirt was torn, and he was surprised to find his jock strap was soaked with his own cum.
He limped back to the phy ed building, ripping off what was left of his clothes before sneaking out of the small door and into the shower. The next day, there was an envelope in his mailbox that contained his shorts, and a short note. The note said he could get his phone back if he came back to the same place in the tunnel the next day, but was prepared. It also contained a link to a web site explaining how to clean your ass to be fucked.
He did as he was told, and he was clean the next day. He also wore clothes he didn't care about. When he got to the spot where he had been raped just days before, he dropped to his knees and waited. Six dudes came out from a door in the wall. He recognized a few of them form classes o r just seeing them on campus. None was a jock like him. They circled around him, and he was instructed to ask each dude if he could suck their cock. When each man was asked, he pulled out his cock and let the jock have a taste. He noticed his phone was being used to record him as he sucked, and as all six of them came on his face.
He was handed his phone and the men all left him alone. As he walked back toward the gym, his phone beeped. He looked down to see a message. "Sorry. We can take care of that tomorrow. Same time. Same place." He didn't understand, so he scrolled up in the message history. He saw the video of six cocks unloading on his face. He was clearly identifiable, but the men using him were not. Just after that was a message that had been sent from his phone, thanking the men for using him and telling them how disappointed he was they didn't fuck him like they did before, especially since he had so dutifully cleaned his ass for them. The video had been sent to a bunch of people, and the reply was to the whole group.
He knew he was going to be fucked pretty regularly after that whether he liked it or not. He wasn't sure if he would ever tell them how much he really did like it. He figured they got off thinking they were really taking down a straight jock.
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When stupidhimbohole asked Coach what the small door was in the corner of the locker room, Coach told him it was a steam tunnel that carried the hot water pipes from the services building to the showers. Coach warned him never to go into the steam tunnels. They were off-limits, and bad things happened there. Once coach had planted that seed in his brain, though, going into the tunnels was all he could think about. Before long he found himself wandering inside them.
The first time he went in, he used his phone because the tunnels were dark. As he turned towards the fine arts building, he heard some sounds. Before he knew what was happening, his phone was knocked out of his hands, he was shoved to the ground, and he felt arms holding him down. His shorts were ripped open, and some kind of rag was shoved into his mouth just before a cock was rammed up his virgin ass. He heard his muffled screams echo in the tunnel as he was fucked hard and rough. He thought it was over when he felt the man pull out of him, having left a load of cum deep inside his own tunnel, but almost immediately another cock was rammed into him. Then the rag was pulled out of his mouth and replaced with a wet cock. he was ordered to suck it clean. It smelled bad and tasted worse, but he did as he was told.
He had lost track of how many cocks had unloaded inside him, or how many he had sucked clean. It may have been as many as a dozen,but some of them may have fucked him more than once. When they were done, the men were gone as quickly as they had arrived. He was laying flat on the floor, his ass and throat throbbing. It seemed like only a minute later, the lights came on. His phone and his favorite shorts were gone, his shirt was torn, and he was surprised to find his jock strap was soaked with his own cum.
He limped back to the phy ed building, ripping off what was left of his clothes before sneaking out of the small door and into the shower. The next day, there was an envelope in his mailbox that contained his shorts, and a short note. The note said he could get his phone back if he came back to the same place in the tunnel the next day, but was prepared. It also contained a link to a web site explaining how to clean your ass to be fucked.
He did as he was told, and he was clean the next day. He also wore clothes he didn't care about. When he got to the spot where he had been raped just days before, he dropped to his knees and waited. Six dudes came out from a door in the wall. He recognized a few of them form classes o r just seeing them on campus. None was a jock like him. They circled around him, and he was instructed to ask each dude if he could suck their cock. When each man was asked, he pulled out his cock and let the jock have a taste. He noticed his phone was being used to record him as he sucked, and as all six of them came on his face.
He was handed his phone and the men all left him alone. As he walked back toward the gym, his phone beeped. He looked down to see a message. "Sorry. We can take care of that tomorrow. Same time. Same place." He didn't understand, so he scrolled up in the message history. He saw the video of six cocks unloading on his face. He was clearly identifiable, but the men using him were not. Just after that was a message that had been sent from his phone, thanking the men for using him and telling them how disappointed he was they didn't fuck him like they did before, especially since he had so dutifully cleaned his ass for them. The video had been sent to a bunch of people, and the reply was to the whole group.
He knew he was going to be fucked pretty regularly after that whether he liked it or not. He wasn't sure if he would ever tell them how much he really did like it. He figured they got off thinking they were really taking down a straight jock.
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