Learning to Work Together

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Desperate Jocks

Logan was desperate to have Jonathan’s dick up his ass. Jonathan was desperate to pound Logan into oblivion, it had been three weeks since he’d last gotten to cum. This was all their coaches fucked up idea. He wanted to ensure that his players did the best job they could, so he decided to try a new tactic this year using some of his family magic to motivate his players (he would never use magic to outright cheat that was wrong). He made all his top players into desperate gay tops like Jonathan here, and he made all his second-string players that just weren’t that good into the receivers or bottoms like Logan. The only time the top players were allowed to fuck was for a two-hour period after any game they won. They would be so backed up by that point they could go again and again, and the receivers were more than ready for it.

To ensure that tops didn’t use their cocks when they weren’t supposed to, their jockstraps were incapable of being removed without the coaches help, which means yes, they have to piss themselves to go to the bathroom. The bottoms on the other hand kept their asses plugged at all times until the appointed orgies (except for when they were getting their daily enemas).

Today is the game, and both Logan and Jonathan are psyched for it. It will be nice for Logan to have his ass filled with a real cock, and Jonathan just wants to bust a nut in Logan’s ass. At least they can pretend until then, and kiss.

The Price of Baseball

These professional Baseball players know that there’s a price that comes with playing Baseball for millions of dollars, and that price is their heterosexuality, or more exactly their assholes. They are in intense training preparing for the next season, having their assholes stretched wide. For some reason having a team of once-straight-now-bottom sluts makes them the hardest team to beat in the league. Maybe some of the other teams should try this out. There’s nothing wrong with guys needing dildos, butt plugs and cocks shoved up their asses.

Sure, the players are shocked and against it when they first get brought on this baseball team, but within a week, with some help from mind-altering steroids they usually learn to accept it, and eventually love it. Just look at Albert here who is graduating from dildos to baseball bats.

Saying No to the Coach

I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many years it’s been now that I have lived this unplanned life I’m stuck in. I know it started back in high school. I was a Junior and an average guy on the baseball team with great skills and a scholarship for college if I played my cards right.

My coach Mr. Jox was a bit of a creep and pervert, but it wasn’t until one day after a game when I was alone with him that I figured out just how much of one he was. He grabbed me, forced his lips on me and had his hand in my pants before I realized what was going on. Of course, I pushed him off and told him I wasn’t no faggot. I added that if he ever tried that again I would go to the cops. Honestly, I would have gone to the cops right then if it wasn’t for the fact that it could mess up my future, that and I didn’t want word getting out that I had been emasculated by another dude.

The next morning when I got to school I found a brand-new bat in my locker which I figured had to be a sorry sort of gift from the coach, it could also be a bribe to keep me silent. I wasn’t above accepting it, I came from an extremely poor household, so I never actually had a brand-new bat all my own. 

Upon grabbing that baseball bat my life changed forever. I was immediately under its control. I walked out of school and across the city to where Coach Jox lived and waited for him to get home. That night I discovered I would be spending the rest of my life as a slave to his perverted urges. Of course, I didn’t want to be his slave, still after all these years I don’t want to be his slave, but I no longer had any free will. I could only think of coach as my master, and was incapable of disobeying in any way.

 

Working as a Team

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Waterboy Slut

Trevor had never been good at football, but he had always wanted to be on a team, so when a spot on his college football team opened up for a water boy/towel boy he jumped at the chance. Now he’s not so sure that was a good ideal.

It wasn’t until he was actually on the team that he learned this football team was a little different than others, or at least their water boy/towel boys were. On this team the water boy/towel boy was expected to offer his ass or his mouth at any time to any of the players on the team. Well the problem was that Trevor wasn’t gay, but the second he had acccepted the new position he found he was changing, and couldn’t say no to any of the players and their cocks. And if that wasn’t bad enough, now that he’s home he’s actually horny, really starved to have something filling his ass. It’s a good thing that the team sent him home with this dildo to practice with.

Trevor isn’t the first boy to go through this. Every year the team gets a new guy to fill the position, for by the time a years up all Trevor will be able to think about is cocks. He’ll then be given, like all the ones before him, to a player to keep as their personal slave for the rest of their lives.

Training With Mr. Sticks

Cole wanted to be the greatest lacrosse player there ever was. He was good at the game, and after graduating high school and going to play for college he decided if he wanted to be the best he should learn from the best, a man named Mr. Sticks currently held that honor.

Cole tracked down Mr. Sticks and begged the man to teach him everything, to train him. Mr. Sticks agreed but warned Cole it would not be easy and that there were consequences, Mr. Sticks even made Cole sign a binding magical contract that Cole stupidly didn’t bother to read.

Once Cole had signed his free will away the training began, and Mr. Sticks told him that if he dropped the ball ever, or missed a target he would regret it, there would be great consequences. Cole quickly learned that every time he messed up on the field, he would lose a piece of his freedom, and lose a chunk of his sexuality. He quickly realized that every mistake had him drooling over men more and more and also had him desiring to serve Mr. Sticks like a slave more and more.

When he realized what was going on he became more focused on the game than ever, knowing that any screw-up would be bad. He became the best player he could possibly be, until one final mistake and he felt the effects immediately. He had lost everything, and he knew not why he ever desired to play a sport when he could be servicing Mr. Sticks instead.

That was a year ago, and this year while on a camping trip with his master a new guy has shown up wanting Mr. Sticks to train him. Cole knows what will happen to this new guy, he’ll end up in the same predicament as Cole, but all Cole can think about is how nice it will be to have a fellow slave.