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The Team's Slut Chapter 2: The Captain’s Prize
🕑 Added 2025-06-08 16:00:11 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The atmosphere in the locker room had changed after Darren’s first submission. What began as a stunt had turned into something more, a ritual, a tradition. The guys joked about it constantly, teasing Darren with every practice, every pass, every goal.
Darren was starting to realize that this school was... different. The football team apparently had a designated team slut, someone expected to serve the other guys and that someone was now him.
“Better stretch, Knox,” Milo would say, grinning as he snapped his towel. “Gotta keep that jaw loose for the post-game.”
Chase, however, took it more seriously. He wasn’t just teasing, he was planning.
When they crushed Crestview in the season’s most brutal matchup yet, the locker room exploded into cheers and shouts. Darren was already on his knees before Chase even called his name. The familiar warmth spread through his chest as he opened his mouth, his lips wrapping around Chase’s meaty pole without hesitation. The taste was familiar now, the salty tang making his own cock stir.
The team watched, some cheering, others stroking themselves as Darren worked Chase’s substantial tool with increasing skill. He bobbed his head, his tongue swirling, his hands gripping Chase’s thighs for balance. The sound of wet suction filled the room, along with low groans from Chase.
“God, you’re getting good at this,” Chase muttered, his fingers tangling in Darren’s hair. “Fuck, Knox, I might have to keep you after graduation.”
Darren blushed, but he didn’t stop. He sucked harder, taking Chase deeper until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but kept going, determined to please his captain. Chase’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to thrust.
“You want it, don’t you?” Chase said, his voice low. “You love being the team’s little toy.”
Darren moaned around his ever hardening cock. He had never felt so desired, so needed. When Chase finally spurted cum from his cock, Darren swallowed every drop, the heat of it spreading down his throat. He pulled back, gasping for air, his lips swollen and glistening.
Chase grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “Good boy,” he said. “But I think it’s time we take this to the next level.”
Darren’s stomach flipped. “What… what do you mean?”
Chase knelt down, meeting Darren’s eyes. “You’ve proven you can handle the easy stuff. Now let’s see how much of a team player you really are.”
Before Darren could respond, Chase turned to the rest of the team. “Guys, gather around. Knox is about to get his full initiation.”
The locker room erupted in cheers and laughter. Darren’s heart raced as Chase helped him up and guided him to one of the benches. “Bend over,” Chase ordered.
Darren hesitated, his body trembling. He had never done this before. But Chase’s hands on his shoulders were steady, reassuring. “You trust me, don’t you?” Chase said, his voice quieter now.
Darren nodded slowly.
“Good,” Chase replied. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Darren swallowed hard and bent over the bench, his ass exposed. He felt the cool air against his skin, then the warm press of Chase’s hands on his hips.
“Spread your legs a little,” Chase murmured. Darren complied, his body stiff but obedient. The guys around them whistled and shouted encouragement, but Chase’s voice cut through the noise.
“Quiet down,” Chase said. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Darren felt Chase’s fingers brushing against his untouched hole, gentle at first. Then one pressed inside, making him gasp. The sensation was foreign, stretching him in a way he had never felt before. Chase took his time, adding another finger, working him open, whispering encouragement.
“You’re doing great,” Chase said. “Just breathe. That’s it.”
The cheers from the team grew quieter as they watched, captivated. Darren’s face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through him. When Chase finally pulled his fingers out, Darren’s breath hitched, his body tense his hole gaping and exposed.
“Ready?” Chase asked.
Darren nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah.”
Chase stood directly behind Darren, his mighty weapon pressing against Darren’s ass cheeks. Darren held his breath, his heart pounding, and then Chase pushed forward. The initial stretch was intense, a sharp burn that made Darren grip the bench for support. But Chase went slow, easing in, giving Darren time to adjust.
“You’re so tight,” Chase groaned, his hands steady on Darren’s hips. “Fuck, Knox, you’re perfect.”
Darren bit his lip, a mix of pain, humiliation and utter pleasure washing over him. The room seemed to fade away, the sounds of the team’s cheering blending into the background. All he could focus on was the sensation of Chase filling him, the way his body stretched and accommodated.
“Good boy,” Chase said, his voice strained with pleasure. “Taking it so well.”
When Chase was fully inside, he paused, letting Darren catch his breath. “You okay?” Chase asked.
“Yeah,” Darren whispered, his voice trembling.
Chase began to move, slow at first, each thrust making Darren moan. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by even more by this overwhelming pleasure. Chase’s cock hit something inside Darren that made him cry out, his hands clutching the bench.
“There it is,” Chase murmured. “You feel that? That’s me making you mine, making you ours.”
Darren’s own cock was throbbing, leaking uncontrollably onto the bench beneath him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only moan as Chase’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Chase’s groans.
“God, you’re so fucking good,” Chase growled. “I should’ve done this weeks ago.”
Darren’s legs trembled, his body shaking with each thrust. He was on the edge of something he didn’t fully understand, and when Chase reached around to stroke him, he couldn’t hold back. Darren cried out as his own dick erupted with white spunk from the tip, his body clenching around Chase, his mind spinning as the bench got covered in his own juices.
Chase’s grip on Darren’s hips tightened, his thrusts erratic as he found his own orgasm. Darren felt the warmth of Chase’s semen filling him, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced. Chase stayed inside him for a moment, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out.
Darren collapsed onto the bench, his body spent, his mind reeling. Chase leaned down, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You did great,” he whispered.
The room erupted into cheers and whistles once more. Darren looked up, his cheeks burning, but a small smile tugged at his lips. Chase ruffled his hair, grinning.
“Welcome to the team, Knox,” Chase said. “You’re truly one of us now.”
However, Darren had no time to recover after Chase finished. He knew things were about to escalate and, truthfully, he didn’t entirely hate the idea.
