Fan Service

Nick was a new racer, up and coming on the track quickly garnering a following. New to the scene, he had to stay in touch with his fans, needing them to continue his career. When Nick had started growing out his beard though, his manager noticed something strange. Nick's pictures were finding their way onto 'Bears of Sports' pages, followed mostly by men. It wasn't long until they became a significant portion of Nick's fanbase, the manager feeling the need to cater to that group for success.

As Nick finished a race, sweaty from the heat of the car he was quickly ushered off for a fan meet. Nick was simply following his manager, unaware of the fan situation as he arrived at some bar as the venue. He was handed a drink before entering, told to down it before entering to help him loosen up. Nick didn't think twice about doing what he was told, throwing it down his hatch with no clue what was inside.

Nick swayed, suddenly dizzy as the drink took effect. He struggled to look around, the sun suddenly too bright as he felt confusion begin to roll into his head like a fog. He could hardly stand up straight as he was led into the building by his manager, entering a room with blaring music and a heavy beat that made it all worse. He heard some whistles as he walked in, finding himself quickly surrounded by men.

Their hands ran up under his shirt, raising it above his stomach to view skin. Nick felt helpless as he felt his body played with, powerless to stop it. It felt like he wasn't in his body, watching himself in third person as he fell to his knees underneath a big brute. The moment the man fished his giant cock out Nick fell on top of it, his mind emptying as the thick member filled his head, replacing his thoughts entirely.

Slowly each of them took turns with Nick, filling his head with their shafts before pumping a load into his stomach. In a few moments Nick was gone entirely, his brain splattered with multiple lines of cum, drying into his consciousness. His stomach was distended, flooded to the brim with doses of semen. An obsessive need had taken hold- he needed more. He had managed to stand up again, empty-minded, walking around with his tongue out hoping for any more men to use him.

The manager was glad Nick was treating his fans right.