Team Party

Each football party ended the same way for James. He'd wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and his ass in numb pain, accompanied by the dull sense of pleasure from his bruised prostate. His underwear would be around his knees, and he'd have no clue where his pants disappeared to. The smell of sex sat heavy around him, his sweat and the fluids of his teammates soaked into the coach underneath him- not to mention the sizable deposit of cum leaking from his crack.

James was the only member on the team who somehow hadn't grown a hair on his body, his entire figure smooth aside from his head. He never figured out why his body was this way. It had been a blessing during middle school, when everyone else was changing in the locker room. He had been the one making fun of them. Now in college everyone around him was much more developed, their bodies pumped full of testosterone and wrapped in fur. James was the odd one out.

It made James the prime target of the team. His teammates would call him bitch boy, making fun of his feminine figure. They'd ask when he got a brazilian wax, when he'd get his nails polished, grow tits. James thought it was just karma for his old habits, that it was his turn to be the butt of the jokes. But, there was something more to it.

Slowly the jokes became closer and closer to harassment, and James grew more and more uncomfortable around his team. They'd ask when his next period was, whether he spit or swallowed, if they could take his panties for the night. James didn't think anything of it at first, until he realized the way they all had begun looking at him more like an object. They'd steal his towel, slap his ass in the locker room. It was no longer a playful bout, but instead almost as if they liked it. He felt he could relate to what it must feel like to be a girl surrounded by men, only being seen as a tool for sex.

Finally the day came when James realized his underwear had indeed disappeared from his locker. His teammates had stolen his towel, following in a circle behind as he made it to his locker. They whistled, gazing at his smooth ass as he bent over in his cubby trying to find his briefs. Their fingers played with his exposed body, sliding fingers over his rear and giving it playful smacks. A deep inhale caused James to turn around.

In the clutches of one of the heaviest lineman was the piece of clothing James had been searching for. It was pressed against their nose, the brute's eyes closed as they sniffed in heavily. With a heavy sigh they handed it to the next teammate, their eyes shifting back to James with an intentive stare. James realized a few of his other teammates were sporting boners at this point, watching him like a stripper at the clubs they frequented.

James's eyes widened as the huge figure approached, the space closing in on him before they stood face to face. James felt like he were facing a wild animal, frozen in place waiting for a fight or flight response to kick in. Instead, James felt something else. He felt his system kick into gear, growing aroused at the moment as his teammate placed a hand on him.

"I would love to fuck you, pretty bitch" The lineman growled.

The crowd chuckled watching, James not knowing why his system was responding the way it was to the high-testosterone man in front of him. The space was flooded with the brute's smell, the pheromones quickly invading James's nose. James felt small, weak, docile. He felt an instinct he didn't know start to kick in, an emotion that told him he was meant to serve. James didn't know why, but he nodded.

With a grip of solid concrete, his teammate spun James around like a doll. They were the strongest and most developed on the team, pinning James's wrists up against the wall of lockers. They didn't need to hold James there for long as all 300+ pounds of body weight followed behind, James feeling the prickle of chest hair on his back as his teammate encroached. There was no escaping now.

James wanted to cry as he felt a massive cock at least twice the size of his own sharpening at the crevice of his posterior. He knew how long it was, having seen it dangling from his teammate's crotch many times before, the largest on the team. James felt its tip at his taint, its stiffened base all the way at the foot of his back. It spanned over the length of his entire crack. James flinched as he felt it start to push between his cheeks, the thick head lodging tightly between the skin.

The next second it was in, the entire thing. James thought it might have ripped through his body while it entered, but there was nothing he could do while he felt it penetrate into him, his teammate's bush set against James's rear. James wasn't sure if it was instinct or his own decision, but all his muscles instantly gave in, forcing him relax in order to endure everything. He was afraid to move, to tense, his body a ragdoll stuck on a pike. Then, came the pleasure.

Like a growing warmth, James felt a glow start in his crotch, spreading to the rest of his body like tendrils of gold. It escaped to his skin where he felt a tingle all across his surface, electricity coursing across his exterior. His teammates hands moved from James's wrist to his chest, pulling James close against his perpetrator's body. James couldn't stop himself from moaning, his loose body slipping just a little further onto his teammate's cock, accepting his position. Then he started being fucked.

Each thrust was like a wave of ecstasy, almost as powerful as an orgasm as his prostate was hammered. Despite the sexual energy, James's dick was still soft. That didn't matter as precum began to stream from its tip, the dampened sense of constant ejaculation ensuing. The room was cold, but James felt himself break out into sweat anyway, his body quickly growing slick allowing the cock to slide in much more easily. All James could do was ride it out, no longer in control of his body.

Finally the beast inside James came, and that was it. James was left on the floor along with the other shots of cum his teammates had fired while watching. James could barely focus on anything but the pleasurable pain inside his ass as the team dispersed, but thought he saw their expressions as they turned away. It was a mix of shock and horror, almost as if to realize they had just jerked off to a man fucking another man.

James didn't go to the next practice, though he still saw his teammates in his classes and dorm. Surprisingly, they all barely looked at him now, unlike before. They seemed meek, as if they were still coming to terms with what happened. James was trying to deal with it in his own way too. He felt violated, having been pinned down and fucked, but anytime he thought of it he just grew stiff. He… Liked it.

He couldn't get the memory of being fucked out of his head, finding himself jacking off to it in his dorm. He loved each moment of it, wanting to recreate it, wanting to go back in and be abused. He needed it.

He finally decided to go back to practice, but despite that, the team kept their distance. It was almost like they had no interest in him anymore. James was disappointed at first, but felt conflicted. Was he crazy for wanting it again?

The answer didn't matter. He couldn't control what he liked. And he liked being fucked.

James felt one last chance- and that was the team party. After each game there were drugs, booze, the team celebrating. That was the only place he felt it could happen.

Once James entered the house, he felt his teammates eyes turn on him, surprised to find him there. The team shortly went back to their own deeds, hitting on the girls they brought, ignoring him. James decided to stay there, see how the night would go, watch as his brothers slowly grew more and more drunk. He watched as their eyes slowly returned to his face as the number of females dwindled, either taken home or leaving after being satisfied. The men were still hungry.

None of them made an action, at least, until the star lineman came back down from his room shirtless, leading a girl out. As he passed back through, however, he cornered James.

"What do you think you're doing here?" He growled, getting up close.

Their eyes were shifty, clearly drunk, laying hands on James's chest.

James suddenly felt like it was a mistake to have come, suddenly cornered by everyone once again. The image of the locker room came back to his head however, causing the familiar tingle of arousal to spread through his body once again.

"I-" James didn't need to speak. The lineman's hands were already under James's pants, pulling it down as the rest of the team watched. A few whistled as his thick smooth legs were exposed, a tight ass that rivaled some of the girls who had shown up. The grunt didn't waste anytime getting his hands on the round peach, leading James over to the couch.

"I don't care that you're a guy. You have a tight ass that was made to be fucked, and god it feels good."

James was pushed onto the cushions, and as the weight of pure mass and muscle fell on top of him, James was in heaven again. The noise of sex filled the room, James getting lost in his own mind as endorphins flooded his system. In a roar he felt the man on top of him finish, but it didn't end then. James barely needed to wait until he felt his next teammate get on top of him, easily entering his bludgeoned hole that could fit a cock twice the size, the cum acting as lubricant.

James felt himself filled up slowly for the rest of the night, his body taken by almost every team member. They seemed to have settled their qualms with the situation, James's lower half hotter than any of the females they had settled for before. They proved it by splitting his cheeks, not caring about the cum in the hole, just caring that they had something to fuck. James would return to that couch for every party from then on, and some nights he was straight up fucked just because the team wanted to.