Chapter 3

Kyle left a river of cum and spouge trailing behind him as Allan half dragged half walked him back into the main part of the locker room. The team of horny men cheered at the sight of their fuck bitch. Kyle was led to a bench to lay down on his belly. Cum oozing from his ruptured cunt flowed down his nuts and over the edge of the wood. The splats are so loud and so frequent. The team hears them and it excites them for what’s to come.

A shorty named Dwight steps up to be next. He’s built like a fire hydrant, with a cock to match. Both are short but wide. Dwight tells the group watching that this slut needs to be enjoyed warm. As the cheering begins Kyle felt the sting of the first smack land on his right cheek. Taunt enough to crack a walnut his ass jiggles from the shorty’s strong hand. A series of hard smacks land, back and forth across both cheeks.

Kyle screamed and cried as his ass was abused in a new and different way. He barely noticed the spanking had stopped when his open hole was plugged by that hydrant like cock. Allan may have broken his hole wide open, but Dwight’s cock ripped his boy pussy apart. Kyle howled as he was ruined. Dwight couldn’t reach that deep inside of Kyle, but his jackrabbit fuck was driving the boy wild. Like a vibrating coke bottle, Kyle could feel his abused cunt lips getting pulled from his body before getting shoved back over and over again. There was no pleasure in this fuck for Kyle. The drugs did their job and kept Dwight’s cock hard. He fucked hard and sloppy for over half an hour steady. Several guys kept their cocks hard, using Kyle’s screaming wet mouth.

Over a dozen guys came hard inside his mouth while the shorty Dwight pulled his cunt hole. Thankfully for Kyle he felt Dwight grunt and stiffen and blast his load. Kyle got confused and for a few brief seconds thought his nightly ordeal was over. Then the next cock pushed inside him.