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Seattle’s baseball team was having an incredible season, thanks, everyone whispered, to the “Etsy Witch,” who had supposedly blessed their bats and bewitched their opponents. But nobody was more surprised by the team’s success than Cal. He was suddenly a star. Unfortunately, fame didn’t come with a paycheck.

Desperate for cash, Cal signed an endorsement deal with a new company, specializing in squat-plugs. The company promised “enhanced core performance”, “maximum stretching”, and “endurance prostate pressure technology.” Sounded fancy enough. Cal signed the contract, without reading the fine print.

The next morning, a mysterious package appeared in his locker, a gleaming, jet-black “butt-plug” with a note that said: Wear in every game. Contractually required. Directions explained to insert it into his jock hole before every game. Cal, unsure how to use it and not wanting his teammates to see, rushed to a stall where he grunted and strained, forcing the unlubed plug into his asshole. The pain was excruciating, but he pushed through, ignoring the burning sensation. Once fully seated, the flared base stretched his butt cheeks to their limits, making his already large ass look grotesquely enlarged.

During games, Cal felt constant pressure, not just from the crowd or the playoff stakes, but from the plug. Every inning was a battle as he squatted behind home plate, the intense pressure of the plug pushed deeper, hitting his prostate with every slight movement. The sensation was overwhelming, causing his cock to twitch and harden in his jockstrap. The relentless stimulation of his prostate sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the game, but the building pressure was too much. His cock throbbed, and with a final, agonizing squat, he felt a surge of release as a load of cum exploded into the cup of his jockstrap.

Each week, a new, much larger plug appeared in his locker. His weekly routine became a painful ritual. He would rush to a stall, his cock twitching as he grits his teeth and forced the oversized, plugs into his constantly tender and ever-stretched asshole. As the weeks went on, the plug milked his prostate, causing him to shoot load after load of cum into his jockstrap. The cup was quickly overwhelmed, and cum began to leak out, soaking his pants. Desperate to avoid detection, Cal began eating his own cum out of his jockstrap, swallowing the evidence of his forced orgasms.

Things hit peak embarrassment during the playoff game in Toronto. A fan showed up wearing a shirt printed with an image of the butt-plug “Big Dumper Pro Model” with Cal's jersey number on it. It was the exact same model Cal had stuffed into his ass. It was over a foot long and as thick as a 2-liter bottle. The cameras loved it. Social media exploded. Cal just hoped nobody would realize it wasn't a prank.

After the game, Cal stormed into the locker room, trying to hide from reporters shouting questions like, "Did you know that fan", “Is the butt-plug real?”, “How’s the Dumper holding up?” He tried to laugh it off, but it was no use. Desperate to escape the prying eyes of his teammates and the swarm of reporters, Cal found himself in a chaotic mix of celebration and media frenzy, frantically searched for a secluded stall. The overwhelming scent of his own cum, hung heavy in the air, and Cal knew it was only a matter of time before someone noticed.

As he finally managed to find a moment of privacy, Cal began to strip, his hands trembling as he reached for the plug. The plug had stretched his ass lips to their limits, and the mere thought of removing it sent waves of dread through his body. Just as he was about to pull it out, a teammate walked in, catching a glimpse of the plug's base pushing his butt cheeks wide apart. The teammate's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and Cal knew his secret was out.

Meanwhile, the media chased down the fan with the T-shirt, interviewing him eagerly. The fan, thrilled to be in the spotlight, revealed that Cal had been known since college for his peculiar habit of "feeding his asshole all kinds of things." He detailed how Cal had once stuffed a full-sized football up his ass during a fraternity hazing ritual and another time had used a giant dildo during a college party, much to the amusement of his peers.

The press ran a story the next day, detailed the fan's revelations, painting a picture of Cal as a man with a long-standing obsession with anal extremes. The story included quotes from the fan and even some of Cal's former college teammates, who corroborated the tales of his unusual exploits.