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“My, my, Jakey…” I grinned, “You’re lookin’ real pretty tonight…”

Embarrassed, Jake held on to my waist, blushing. The jock sat on my desk, dressed like a slutty little maid, wearing lace stockings on his meaty, muscular legs and a tiny crop-top that could barely contain his pecs.

Just a few hours earlier, he had been running around on the football field, all sweaty, powerful and masculine - and now he sat here in this humiliating outfit, already spreading his smooth-shaven legs for me.

“Does the co-captain like his new lingerie?”

Jake nodded slowly, staring at me with puppy eyes. He was mortified; he hated himself for letting me treat him like this, time and time again. Each and every time, he told himself it would be the last. But my big stud just couldn’t help it. This stuff ticked all of his boxes.

I let my hand stroke down his back, feeling the muscles underneath his skin. Slowly, I stroked toward his thick ass; as soon as my hand glided over his cheeks, Jake gasped, instinctively spreading his legs a little further. Like I said, he really couldn’t help himself.

The co-captain of the football team was just dying for my cock.

“Mmm…” I purred, digging my nails in his cakes, “I could just bend you over this desk right here. Pound that fat fucking linebacker ass as hard as I want. Breed you till you pass out. Wreck your cunt and leave you like a gaping, fucked-out cumdump. Wouldn’t you like that, Jakey?”

Again, Jake nodded. Humiliated. Excited. Terrified. His face was burning red, and his mouth had fallen open slightly. His beefy pecs were heaving up and down, his perky nips begging for attention. If his cock hadn’t been locked up, it would’ve been jumping with excitement now, slapping against his abs, leaking precum.

“Yeah, I bet you would. Kinky little whore.”

My fingers slowly stroked down his crack. Jake hadn’t been able to cum in weeks; and now this, sitting here in his slutty new outfit, being told what I was going to do to his ass - it was driving the beefcake insane.  

“F-fuck-” Jake moaned, shuddering when my fingers brushed over his hole, “P-please-  please…”

I chuckled. My other hand stroked up his torso, feeling his abs. It slipped under his new crop-top, onto his muscular chest, and grabbed his tit, sending another shudder through the panting jock. Jake’s grip on my waist tightened. He was really heating up, now.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned it, Jakey,” I said. “You guys might have won, today, but your performance was mediocre. Only the best of the best deserve Master’s cock. You know that. Maybe I should be looking to find myself a new, better jock.”

My fingers moved away from his hole, and Jake whimpered, desperately pushing back his ass against my hand. Fuck, he was horny. This bitch would do anything to sit on my rod.

“P-please,” the linebacker panted, “I-I’ll be better next time. I’ll practice more, I promise.”

My grin widened. He already practiced almost every day, going through drill after drill, spending hours on the field; and when he wasn’t on the field, he was either getting stronger in the gym, or rewatching old games at home to analyze his past mistakes. Jake had to be the best of the best - because his Master wouldn’t accept anything less.

In truth, his performance on the field today had been perfect. Without him, they probably would have lost the game. There was a reason they’d recently named him co-captain, after all: Jake knew exactly what to do to win. 

He really was the best of the best. But I didn’t need him to know that. It was so much more fun to see him work for it.

“I-I’ll be better next time,” Jake whimpered again, “I-I swear, sir.”

I scoffed. “Discipline. That’s what you need, out there on the field. I saw you, walking around in your football gear, acting like you’re the man. Like you’re one of the guys. I thought that chastity cage would keep you humbled, but clearly it’s not enough. You need to be reminded of what you really are.”

Jake gulped.

“Next time, instead of a jockstrap, you’re gonna wear your new lingerie. You’re gonna wear it underneath your gear, right there on the field, in front of thousands. To remind you of what you are. ‘Cause you’re not a man, are you, Jakey?”

Humiliated, the big jock shook his head. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear - and he hated, hated saying it out loud.

“I-I’m a bitch, sir. I-I’m a fag.”

I laughed. “That’s right. A fag wearing frilly panties for his man, desperate to have his cunt blown out. You’re fag, on and off the field.”

I tweaked his tit, and he grunted softly. I saw the fear in his eyes, the burning shame. It was already hard enough for him to hide his chastity cage, every day in the locker room. There was no way he could hide lace stockings.

But then my fingers touched his hole again, slowly pushing inside this time, and Jake’s eyes misted over with pleasure. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t resist any of this. There was only one thing on his mind.

“So, Jakey, what do you say? You gonna be a good boy and wear your pretty lingerie for me?”

“Mmnn… y-yess-sirr…”

That’s what I thought. Without warning, I grabbed his meaty neck and slammed him down on the desk, in between pens and papers. With a grunt, Jake hit the wood; he lay spread out on Master’s desk, legs open wide for his Owner, 230 pounds of solid muscle stuffed into lace stockings and a tiny crop-top. My hand squeezed his neck, crushing his windpipe.

This was where he belonged.

“Beg for it,” I ordered, while Jake wheezed for air.

“P-p.. lease…” he sputtered, weakly trying to pry away my fingers, “Plea..se.. f-ff..uckk.. m-my ass…”

Grinning, I held his neck while my other hand pulled down my pants. Within seconds, my boner sprang up; I placed it at Jake’s crack, and he quivered with anticipation, moaning, gasping like the whore he was.  He wanted it so, so bad.

I spat on my cock and rubbed it around his entrance. That was all the lube this bitch was getting, tonight.

“The pretty maid wants to get fucked, huh? Right here on Master’s desk?”

All Jake could do was nod, still gasping for oxygen, instinctively arching his back. He felt it, pressing at his hole. Thick, veiny. Stiff as a pole. Ready to split him open, ready to pump him full with my seed. Every day, and every night, this was all he longed for.

“P-plea..se…” Jake whimpered. “Pl..ease, s-sirr…”

I finally pushed inside, and the linebacker’s eyes rolled back into his head. Fuck, he was still so goddamn tight; I groaned, driving my cock all the way into his ass, and I started to fuck him at last. One hand on his neck, one hand on his lace-decorated thigh.

Jake quivered, folding up his legs even further, desperate to feel me deep inside. His body worked to the rhythm of my cock; he moved his hips, arched his back, tensed and relaxed the muscles in his ass. The sounds that rose from his throat - slutty little gasps, whimpers, moans - mixed with the sound of my cock slamming into his cunt, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mmm…” I groaned, “That’s my boy…”

I gave a hard thrust, jabbing at that magic spot inside him, and Jake shuddered from head to toe, moaning loudly. His titties bounced, his fat cakes jiggled. My rod stretched his hole, wrecking his tight pussy for the millionth time. The linebacker was in paradise.

My hand rubbed up and down his thick, muscly neck, applying pressure on his throat, making sure every breath was a struggle. I was still teasing; not yet choking him properly, not yet fucking him at top speed. Just slowly, steadily working his ass, letting him feel my boner, letting him grow desperate for more.

“How’s that feel, Jakey? Master’s big, hard cock inside of you. Stretching your cunt. Filling you up. Doesn’t that make you wanna get hard, bud? Doesn’t that make you wanna cream all over yourself?”

Jake whined like a dog, still quivering, still bucking his hips into me. There was nothing he wanted more than to grow hard again, free from that cage; he would’ve shot his load at least twice already at this point, if he could have. His balls ached, his dick strained against the metal of the cage. Without cumming, the big jock was kept permanently horny, as he had been for weeks now.

For a while, I continued at the same, steady pace. Fucking him open. Teasing his g-spot. Jake moaned and quivered, puppy eyes staring up at me, fingers scratching at the desk underneath him. His face was burning red, his muscular torso gleamed with sweat. He loved this more than ever - but it still wasn’t enough. He needed more. Always more.

Desperately, the linebacker pushed his hips against mine, trying to impale himself further on my rod. He clenched his ass, making me grunt in pleasure - but I slowed down the pace in response. He wasn’t in charge, here.

“N-nnggh… s-sirrr….” Jake whined, thrusting his hips harder and harder.

“What’s the matter, Jakey? This ain’t enough for ya?”

Humiliated, Jake shook his head. The jock was begging for more, begging me to blow his hole out, begging me to do what I did best. I tightened my grip on his neck and leaned over, bringing my face close to his and pushing my cock all the way inside. That drunk, hypnotized look of pleasure on my bitch was making me salivate.

“Greedy fucking slut. Always needing more. Getting fucked on Master’s desk won’t cut it - you need your cunt destroyed. Fucked wide open. Pounded through the fucking floor, pumped full of sperm till you’re pregnant. Wrecked and ruined like the cumhungry bottom bitch that you are.”

My fingers dug in his throat, and Jake whimpered like the pathetic little fag he had become. The muscly, square-jawed, 230-pound linebacker lay quivering underneath me, dressed in his frilly lingerie with my dick up his ass, begging me to fuck him. It didn’t get better than this.

“Better arch that back, co-captain,” I growled in his ear, “Master’s gonna split you open now.”

With that, I rammed my cock inside his ass as hard as I could, burying it deep inside my bitch. Jake tried to howl, throwing his head back in ecstasy, but I squeezed his throat with all my strength, cutting off his windpipe. I started fucking him so hard and so brutal he nearly flew off the desk, slamming my hips against his fat fucking cakes at top speed, folding up his legs so much they might break. I pounded his prostate, wrecked open his tight hole without a sliver of mercy, and choked him with both my hands.

Jake shuddered, desperately trying to hold on to the desk, mouth agape while I bred his juicy bubble butt. His veins popped, his muscles tensed, his titties bounced and bounced; his whole body worked in tandem to my cock, taking it like only a true fag could. I smacked his head, then squeezed his throat again, ramming my boner deep inside his cunt. Harder. Faster. Ruining his pussy.

The deeper I fucked, the better he felt on my cock. I pounded hard, rearranging his guts, beating his prostate to a pulp; had it not been for his chastity cage, Jake would have creamed himself twenty times over. Instead, the linebacker was trapped in his own pleasure, unable to ever climax, driven insane by the feeling of Master’s big, veiny rod inside his ass. The perfect cumdump, unable to ever be satisfied.

With every thrust, I thrusted harder, deeper, ruining his cunt even more. Jake’s eyes had rolled back into his head, his mouth open wide, my hands crushing his meaty neck while I fucked him into oblivion. His back was arched so much it looked painful, his jiggly glutes bouncing to the rhythm of my boner. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think - there was only cock, Master’s cock, filling and wrecking his desperate hole.

My balls slapped against his cakes while my rod split them open; this was my fleshlight, my fucktoy, my dirty motel whore, destined to be used and filled like a silicone cunt, bred till he was sloppy and fucked out forever. After riding my cock for years, Jake’s pussy was molded after my cock, shaped and cored out by Master’s rod. He belonged to me, and me alone.

“A-AH - AHH!!!” Jake gasped, fighting for air, quivering and shuddering underneath me. More, more, more, please sir, fuck me sir, more-

I pounded his ass at full speed, plowing his hole like a machine in overdrive, shaking the whole house as I fucked him. Destroying his hole.  This is what he deserved. Master’s favorite faggot.

Finally, with a roar, I slammed my cock all the way inside and pumped a white-hot load of semen inside the beefy linebacker. Burying my nails in his throat, breeding his fat fucking ass. All my muscles tensed, pleasure burning through my veins as I fed the bitch my seed. Wave after wave of spunk shot up Jake’s cunt. My orgasm seemed endless.

When it faded at last, I stood back upright, admiring the sight of my beefy, fucked-out victim.

“Mmm… the pretty maid liked that, huh?”

Jake lay motionless on the desk before me, tongue hanging from his mouth. Passed the fuck out from being choked. He was drenched in sweat from head to toe, his face burning red. A useless heap of muscle and testosterone, dressed up in frilly lingerie. I pulled my cock out of his ruined hole, and a sea of sperm gushed down his meaty thighs. Beautiful. My jock had never looked better.

“Wakey, wakey, bud,” I grinned, smacking his pretty face a couple times. “We ain’t finished till the cum comes backing up out of your nose.”

I flipped the linebacker onto his stomach, and pulled his ass toward me. Those pale, round cheeks made my cock instantly hard again. The slut would wake up soon enough, still horny out of his mind, and he’d be able to enjoy the ride all over again. And again. And again.