The Game - Part 2 (Patreon)

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I could have argued. I could have declined. I could have done a lot of things, but there was something disturbingly arousing about knowing that Tanner Prescott was going to use me however the hell he wanted to use me.

I barely slept that night. My cock remained stiff and aching as I tossed and turned, but I decided to keep my balls full, because I knew that any post-nut clarity would have changed my mind.

Saturdays on campus were always quite dull. Most people went home, and those who didn't were either hungover or spending the day in bed. I tried to get in some more studying as my roommate packed up his stuff, and by the time he left, I was still on the first page.

I checked my phone repeatedly. Tanner hadn't messaged me since the previous night, and as the day went on, I became more and more convinced that it was all a joke. Perhaps they'd gotten drunk and wanted to have a laugh at someones expense. Perhaps I was that someone.

Closer and closer it got to the faithful hour. Would he show up? Did he even know where my dorm was? He hadn't asked, and I hadn't told him, so it was doubtful.

Despite the fact that I still wasn't entirely sure about how serious this whole thing was, I still took a second shower at seven and scrubbed every inch of myself until I tingled. I shaved, moisturised and did all those things that I'd read about online in preparation for bottoming. I felt cleaner than I ever had been before, inside and out.

I found my favourite pair of underwear. They were tight and velvety, and made me feel a little sexier than usual. Almost immediately, the crotch became wet in the fluids of my panicked excitement.

Eight o' clock came, then eight thirty, and as the clock ticked closer to nine, I was shaking with nervousness and anticipation.

"Calm down" I told myself, breathing deeply as I paced the room again, "it's probably all a joke".

Up and down, up and down, up and down. I checked the clock. Five minutes to nine. Another breath, another shake of my hands, and then the phone buzzed and I almost yelped.

With trembling hands, I opened the message and read it.

Number 92

Nothing more, nothing less. A dorm number, of course. His dorm number. I gulped. That wasn't what we'd agreed. We were supposed to do it here, in my dorm, where I knew I was safe. I thought back to his message "you don't make the rules, I do". We hadn't actually agreed to anything.

My breath shook in my throat as I blew it out and considered it. If it was going to be a joke in my dorm, then it was going to be a joke in his dorm, too. What was the point in turning him down, simply for the location?

Okay.

I grabbed my keys and the two condoms that I'd stollen from my roommates bag, and with one last look at my bed, I left the dorm.

"The next time I see you, I won't be a virgin" I said to myself as I clicked the lock shut.

The walk to the other side of the building was the most nerve wracking walk I'd ever taken. My heart was beating so loud that I could hear it over my footsteps, but I drove myself on until I stood outside number 92 and hyperventilated.

"This is it" I whispered, sweat beginning to form, "this is it".

I knocked twice and sucked air into my lungs as I listened for his footsteps on the other side. I was quite sure that I'd never been as nervous in my entire life, but when the door finally swung open and Tanner stood casually on the other side wearing nothing more than a pair of flowing basketball shorts and a cap turned backwards, I almost whimpered.

"Sup" he nodded, and stepped back with a slice of pizza in his hand.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see. I'd never been in a frat boy's place before, but I guess I was hoping for something a little more romantic.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want rose petals or anything, but as I walked up the little corridor and stepped over discarded socks, wet towels and female's underwear, I squirmed. Despite the mess however, there was something even more shocking waiting in the room.

"Sup" Ryan Allen said, barely looking at me as he gulped from a beer can and looked back to the football game.

My eyes widened and I immediately turned back to Tanner who was walking in behind me.

"What is this?" I asked, my voice cracking with fear.

He looked at me confused, then his beautiful brown eyes flicked over to Ryan and he scoffed. "Oh, don't worry about him" he said, catching some pizza with his teeth, "he's just here to watch".

"Watch?!" I gasped, and he gawped at me again.

"Uh... Yeah?" He pushed by me and sat down on the double seated sofa that they'd set up in front of the tele.

Two beds were situated in the exact same place they were in my own room, separated only by a locker. Tanner picked up his beer as he finished his pizza and chugged it.

"You can wait on the bed" he said back to me, his mouth still full, "you can leave your clothes on the floor".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did this guy really think I was going to go through with this while his fucking buddy sat there watching? It was absurd! It was ridiculous! It was... Kinda hot.

I strolled cautiously toward one of the beds and sat down on the edge.

"FUCK!" Ryan barked as something happened on the television that I had no idea about.

Tanner slapped his knee and glanced back over at me.

"What?" He asked, as I sat there fully clothed.

"I um... I just..."

He rolled his eyes and stood up. Ryan followed with his head, as the muscular young heartthrob walked over to me and reached for my shirt. I stopped him.

"Dude, what is up with you?" He asked, and without saying a word, I simply looked at Ryan.

"I told you already" he said, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and dragging it over my head, "he's just here to watch".

Tanner pushed me back on the bed until I was looking up at the ceiling and immediately began yanking off my shoes. I considered stopping him, but what was the point? I was here now, and although I had an audience, there was something remarkably arousing about the whole thing.

I was barefoot, my socks thrown into the pile of clothing on the floor that belonged to all of the other people that the young men fucked here. His hands grabbed at my pants, and a powerful surge of pleasure rushed through me at the fact that Tanner Prescott was taking my clothes off.

"I um... Can I leave them on?" I asked, as he reached for my black velvety underwear.

He raised a brow, scoffed and said "fuck no", and then I was naked, and my hands clasped over my junk like a bullet from a gun.

"I wanna watch the end of this" he told me, hooking his strong hand under my arm and dragging me to my feet, "we can start over here".

Ryan turned back and my face burned as he watched me stumble across the room completely naked. I wasn't sure what I'd gotten myself in for, but I was about to find out.

Tanner situated me in front of him as he sat back down on the sofa. He looked up at me as though I was somehow meant to know what to do, and then he rolled his eyes again.

"Get on your knees?" He said, as though it was obvious, and perhaps it would have been obvious if I'd ever been a fucking sex slave before.

Mindlessly, I got to my knees between his legs, and he watched the game over my head. It felt extremely demeaning to be nothing more than a toy for him, yet it was also one of the hottest things I had ever experienced.

"Suck" he said, and gulped from his beer.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nervously reached for the waistband of his shorts. It felt like I was doing something very wrong by touching him, but when my fingers slid inside and began to pull on them, he simply lifted his ass and let me pull them down.

"Dude, I don't know why this FUCKING MORON IS STILL PLAYING!" He roared, making me jump, but Ryan nodded in agreement.

Straight guys are fucking crazy.

I let his shorts slide down to his ankles and he kicked them away so that I could crawl closer to him. My eyes remained on his long bulge, where I could see the curved outline of his large manhood beneath the white fabric. I almost drooled again.

"Every season, man. Every fucking season" he growled.

I reached for his boxer briefs, but he glanced down at them as though he forgot I was even there, and yanked them down his thighs himself. His thick cock flopped back and lay curled in his bush of pubic hair.

"Madison is a fucking warrior!" He hissed, pumping the air with his fist, "RUN MOTHERFUCKER!"

It felt like some sort of fever dream, but if it was, it was the best god damn dream I'd ever had. With his mind on the game, I took his thick pole in my hand and felt his warmth as he swelled. Ryan stole a glance at me but it was almost like this was the most normal thing on the planet, and he returned to watching the game.

I jerked Tanner's cock downwards, peeling back his loose foreskin until his pink helmet appeared and my own prick, which was almost half the size of his, bulged between my legs. I prayed that neither of them would notice it.

"Dude, if he doesn't start fucking RUNNING!"

I leaned forward, unbothered that there was no condom to prevent his wonderful taste from spreading across my tongue, and I took him in my mouth.

"Oh shit, yeah bro" he groaned, grabbing the back of my head and holding me in place as he swelled. "RUN YOU DUMB FUCK!"

As Tanner held me down on his cock, he began to grow. There wasn't much taste from him, but the faint saltiness made pre-cum leak from me and pool on the ground between my knees.

I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, and gagged again when he kept me there.

"Look at this dumb ass" Ryan sighed, "how has he had ten games this season?"

I choked on Tanner's pole until finally he released me and I gagged drool down his meat. He didn't notice, so I sucked it off before he did.

I felt incredible. I was actually sucking off the hottest guy on campus, and although it felt like he wasn't even aware of the fact, I certainly was.

I returned to it, plunging deeper as I became more confident. I licked the head, tongued the underside and even began playing with his heavy balls in my hand. I sucked, swallowed the juices that poured and repeated. My mind raced and my cock twitched, but all I wanted to do was pleasure the man of my dreams.

The final whistle went, and Ryan stood up.

"Wanna beer?" He asked Tanner who nodded and finally turned his attention toward me.

"Deeper" he ordered, grabbing my head with both hands and stuffing his pole fully inside my throat.

I coughed and spluttered onto his pubes as he kept me in place. His hips thrust roughly upwards, making noises pour out of me that I'd never heard before. Tears and spit messed my face, but he continued until Ryan returned and handed him a can, and then finally I was able to catch my breath.

"If next season isn't better than this season, I swear to fuck, man" he growled, cracking his beer and pouring it into his mouth.

"Hey" Ryan snapped, as I kept only the head of Tanner's wet cock in my mouth, "you're supposed to be sucking".

I never really liked the guy, but I wasn't in a position to argue, so I returned to my duties as the two young men continued their conversation.

I swear I must have sucked that cock for an entire hour. My jaw ached, my neck hurt, and my entire body was exhausted and covered in sweat. I wasn't even hard anymore, but my flaccid cock continued to drool onto the floor.

"Post match analysis" Tanner said, "I'm just gonna fuck you here, man. That good?"

My eyes widened. I'd almost forgotten that I was going to be fucked tonight, too. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat back and waited for him to make preparations. He simply glanced at me.

"Um... Will I get the condom?" I asked sheepishly, and the two of them barked with laughter.

"Condom?" Ryan wheezed, "what's a condom?".

The two of them cackled again until Tanner composed himself and wiped the grin from his face.

"Last I checked, bro" he said, clearly teasing me, "you ain't got a womb, so come on, sit down on this meat stick".

"Meat stick" Ryan sniggered.

"Um... I just... It's just that... What about diseases and stuff?"

Tanner grabbed his phone and turned it around to me a moment later. I had to hand it to him, for a guy who seemed completely unbothered about everything, his latest test results were only a week prior, and all clear. I felt slightly more comfortable, and nodded.

"And uh... What about... Lube?" I asked, wincing.

Ryan reached over before I could protect myself. I thought he was about to hit me, but instead, he wiped his hand across the floor where my large puddle of pre-cum lay, and covered his hand in the stuff before sliding it up and down Tanner's hard cock. I gawped at him as they both laughed.

"There" Tanner shrugged, "now sit".

I couldn't really argue. I took a breath and rather awkwardly, I straddled Tanner's crotch and he held me to the side so he could still see the tele.

I sat there, hovering over his large rod and staring over his shoulder as he concentrated on the fucking post match analysis and mindlessly positioned his cock against my virgin asshole. There was no preparation, no fingering, no rimming, just straight in.

"Sit back" he told me, as his slippery glans glided back and forth across my opening.

I did as I was told and winced as he began opening me.

"I hate this guy" he said, pointing at the screen, "he never has anything good to say about us".

"Right? What a fucking loser!" Ryan scoffed.

"Ahh!" I whimpered, but I was completely ignored as my hole stretched around his meat.

"And to think he used to fucking play for us, man!" Tanner snapped, "what a traitor! Dude, just relax your asshole man, it's not a freaking fist".

I barely realised that he was talking to me, but when I did, I took his advice, and Tanner rammed his cock entirely inside me.

"It's like a band aid" Ryan guffawed, slapping my bare ass, "you just gotta rip it off".

The two of them laughed as I wheezed in pain and tried to adjust to the large tube that was now pulling me apart. It felt like a bad burn, then it felt sharp, and as Tanner began lazily thrusting up into me, the pain began to ease.

"I ain't doing the work here, alright?" He said, his strong hands holding my hips as he fucked me, "you've gotta learn to do this yourself".

I whimpered as my body became limp on him. It hurt, but it hurt in the most spectacular way.

"Go on" Ryan said, slapping my butt again, "start bouncing".

I lifted off Tanner's cock and dropped back down, squirming and wincing as he pushed my insides out of his way.

"Again".

I did it again, allowing a gentle moan to escape my lips.

Another slap, another bounce, another moan.

"Again".

Over and over again.

My ring remained tight as I fucked myself on his thick cock. Every bounce made my own pole twitch and drool pre-cum onto his chiselled abs, but they'd turned their attention back to the television now, and I was left to perform in peace.

I bounced quicker, enjoying the feeling of my prostate being slammed. Quicker again, as the feeling of needing to pee began to fill me. Quicker and quicker I went until I didn't even notice that Tanner's eyes were on mine, and the two of us were moaning in unison.

"That'a boy!" Ryan cheered, whacking my ass, "get that cum you little fucker!"

Tanner's hands pried my ass cheeks apart even further, and as I bounced, he slammed deeper and we found our rhythm as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt began burning through my sweaty, naked body.

"OH FUCK!" Tanner growled, "I'm cumming up your shit hole"

Charming.

I felt him swell inside me. My hole spread even further as spurts of cum rippled into my guts, and with each powerful explosion, my own cock began to spasm.

His chest became drenched in my load. The stench of sperm filled the room and the sounds of our fucking became wet as his cock squelched inside me.

I'd never blown a load as large in my life, and I watched through teary eyes as it poured down his hard abs and pooled in his pubes.

When it was all said and done, I got off him and felt his juices around my open hole. I stood there for a moment, dizzy and disorientated, and couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"Nice one, bro" Ryan grinned, fist pumping his friend who smirked. "We really thought we'd get you by filling the hat with guys, but I guess you really are the champ".

I felt a sting of shame as Ryan looked up at me and scoffed.

"You can go" he spat, and his eyes briefly landed on my naked body and he shivered with disgust.

I felt humiliated and used, but I wasn't going to stand there and face their ridicule. I hurried over and grabbed my clothes and within a minute I was limping back toward my dorm as sperm oozed from my ass.

"What a fucking douche bag" I snapped, slamming my door. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I considered ignoring it when I saw who it was from. A moment later, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened it.

Really sorry about him, bro. I gotta admit man, that was the best sex I've ever had. How about we do it again some time. Alone?