An Accidental Snap - Part 4

I'll be adding one more part to this story from December. I've gone back and tagged them so they should be easy to find, and I'll add them to a collection once it's finished! Enjoy :)

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I sat in the crowd with beads of sweat trailing my face. My heart raced frantically, and my clammy hands gripped the edge of the plastic chair that I’d been sitting on for over an hour. It was relentless. Waves of arousal hit me like punches, and all I could do was sit in place and endure each one as it happened.

I hadn’t worn underwear. Tommy had insisted on it, and instead, the tight, white shorts that left absolutely nothing to anybody’s imagination, had become soaked in excitement at the front, whilst preventing any possible movement of the vibrating plug in the back.

It wasn’t just vibrating, either. Tommy’s small collection of teasing toys were nothing if not frustrating. The plug was large enough to keep me full, and thick enough to remind me of his delicious cock. The setting had been left on high, and gave no respite whatsoever. My hole squirmed and clenched around the base, involuntarily squeezing it against my hungry prostate and forcing ropes of thick, clear pre-cum to drain from my cage and soak my shorts. Yet, the power was just enough to keep me on the very brink of orgasm, but not enough to take me any further, and so I watched another wrestling match, and continued the struggle.

Either side of me, burly young men cheered and shouted as they watched their friends. Since becoming Tommy’s personal toy, every one of my senses had been heightened. It felt almost like a super power. I could smell the men around me. The heavy, ripe scent of manly sweat as they raised their bulging arms and exposed the damp, warm pits below. I could hear them now, too. Not like before, though. Their conversations were filled with their dirty secrets, and they had no idea that next to them, a caged, horny slut listened on intently.

“Yo Trev” one of them had said, “you should have stayed at the party last week, man, you missed the main event!”.

“I had my own main event to go to” Trev grinned deviously, “her name was Casey, and ho-ly shit”.

The way they spoke about women was a world apart from how they spoke to women, because when Trev’s girlfriend returned and sat next to him, having no idea that a week prior, he was fucking a woman named Casey, he greeted her with a kiss and dropped his arm over her shoulder.

I’d become addicted to men. Being Tommy’s toy had awoken that inside me, and it didn’t matter what they were like or how cruel they were, all I could do was sit there, swelling inside my cage, and dreaming about what it would be like to be a Casey in a world full of Trevs.

“Let’s go, Tommy!” Someone roared from behind me, and my eyes darted across the hall to find Tommy. My Tommy, strolling confidently in his tight, blue singlet.

Words couldn’t describe the man accurately enough. His muscular, beefy body swallowed the thin material. His pecs, nipples and abs were so sharp that it looked as though the singlet had been painted onto him. His large bulge, which I had grown all too familiar with, gave every person in the room a view of his most private parts. He turned around, boasted to the crowd, and caught my eye. It only lasted a second, but I knew what he wanted from me.

I jumped to my feet and cheered him on. Given his way, I knew he would have had me in a cheerleading outfit if he could. His own personal fucktoy singing his praises from the stands, whilst his male friends imagined me in all sorts of depraved positions.

The memory wasn’t lost on me, that somewhere in the crowd, a number of those same men had received a photograph of me with Tommy’s fat cock inside my throat. Were they looking at me now? Were they near me? Next to me? Was Trev one of those men? None of the questions did anything to help the burning arousal, but then again, nothing helped that anymore.

Being constantly horny was part of my life now. I woke up caged. I spent my days in a fever-like day dream, always thinking about cock. Always thinking about Tommy. I ate, horny. I worked out, horny. I fell asleep, horny, but most importantly, I ensured that my man never suffered the same frustrations.

I watched as Tommy man handled his opponent. He reminded me of a feral beast, the way he stalked the poor young student who had no idea the power that Tommy possessed. He swung him through the air, slammed him to the mat, held him, dragged him, squeezed him. I wished that it was me, but I wouldn’t have to wait long to experience the same. The fight continued, but it wasn’t much of a fight at all. The crowd laughed when Tommy lunged and the young man scurried off the mat, and laughed harder when Tommy won the match and insulted his broken opponent with a humiliating kiss on the forehead. They loved him, but not as much as I did.

“Are you wet?” He asked, cornering me in the empty hallway and sliding his hand inside my shorts. I was, but that was nothing new. He collected a palm full of my clear juices and rubbed it across my face. It spread over my flesh like wet silk, and instinctively, I lapped at it.

“I’m not even showering” he grinned, “I know you like it like that”.

“Yes Sir” I breathed, straining in my cage.

“Are you ready to meet my friends?” He asked, smirking, and I nodded intently.

Tommy drove, and he did so with one hand on the wheel, and one hand sliding up the leg of my shorts, teasing me endlessly as he spoke.

“We’ve fucked chicks together before” he said, “Jake Thompson, you know him, right?”

Who didn’t? Jake was the college equivalent of God, and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know him, and love him.

“He’s got this big beer can cock” Tommy laughed, “watching a chick’s eyes when he shoves that shit inside, damn!”

The idea caused another leakage of pre fuck to pour from my wet nub.

“And Omar, god damn it, that guy could fuck all day and night and still have juice in the tank!”

He was another footballer. A monster of a man, with dark brown skin, tight black hair, and an ass made for worshipping.

“You’ll meet the others” he continued, still squeezing my thigh as we pulled into the parking lot of a run down looking bar.

“I don’t have a fake ID” I told him, and he scoffed.

“You won’t be drinking” he reminded me, “you’re here for us. Plus, Bill Tykes owns this place, and that motherfucker don’t care how old you are as long as you’ve got money”.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and stepped out of the truck. I didn’t like the fresh air anymore. It washed away the beautiful, sharp stench of Tommy, and I would have preferred to bury my face under his arms and stay there forever, instead.

“Damn, look at that ass” he teased, as I walked ahead of him, “pull those shorts down and let me see the plug”.

I gulped, and looked around. Yes, the parking lot was mostly empty, but cars zoomed by on the road outside, and it was barely three in the day.

“Here?” I asked, feeling my cheeks burn red.

“Yeah, here” he scoffed, “or should I just strip you myself and let the guys have a real good laugh inside?”

As hot as the idea was, I decided against it. I glanced around once more before slipping the back of my shorts down and feeling the cool wind against my warm flesh. I pulled my plump ass cheeks apart and let Tommy watch as the plug continued to pulse and vibrate inside my tight hole.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see the guys use that pussy” he grinned, and lashed his strong hand against my ass cheek as he walked by. “And remember, I want you slutty in here, you got that?”

“Yes Sir” I nodded, and scurried after him like a lost puppy.

“Who knows?” He continued, as we reached the door, “maybe if you do a good job, I’ll give you a real nice treat later on tonight”.

There was most certainly a time not so long ago when the idea of doing something so surreal would have terrified me. Back when I was a normal college student, and my only focus was on getting my degree and finding a decent job. Now, however, after months of chastity, months of becoming a plaything for Tommy, I was just about ready to do anything.

The bar was exactly what I expected it to be. A relatively young man stood behind the counter pouring a pint of beer, and the loud group of unruly young men in the corner were the only other occupants. They roared out in celebration as Tommy walked in, and ignored me completely.

I watched as they hugged, fist pumped, bumped chests, and did all that other stuff that people like them did. I listened as they spoke about Tommy ‘whooping ass’, and congratulated him on yet another victory, and all I could do was stand awkwardly as my hole vibrated and my cock leaked.

“I think you all recognise him” Tommy smirked, jerking his head toward me. I could hardly take my eyes off the floor, but when I did, my breath caught in my throat.

Omar wrapped his lips around his beer bottle and slid his juicy tongue inside. He was grinning at me, and the sight made my knees buckle.

Jake Thompson glared at me like I was a chunk of meat that he was just waiting to rip into. He looked even more handsome than usual as he sat there wearing an oversized football jersey and a red cap turned backwards. Next to him, Liam Cuffe, a senior and captain of the college soccer team laughed and shook his head.

“What?” Tommy laughed, “it’s 2024, it’s about time we started expanding our options a little”.

“He’s a dude” Liam said, and I squirmed as another blast of vibrations teased my eager prostate.

“Only just” Tommy grinned, and without a single word, my shorts shot to my ankles, and my most private parts, became far less private.

“Ready to impress, slut?” He whispered, and breathlessly, I nodded.