Athletic Trainer

[KCCumDump]

Amazing story, I want to be Jason so bad, cant wait for the next chapter

[foryouruse]

I think I have to memorize Chapter 7. I’ve tried something similar with Maximum Impact, but I’m going to ask a friend  try working me up to Luke’s approach.

[foryouruse]

On 4/30/2025 at 4:04 AM, foryouruse said:

I think I have to memorize Chapter 7. I’ve tried something similar with Maximum Impact, but I’m going to ask a friend  try working me up to Luke’s approach.

And hell yes, it works better than everything else I’ve ever tried. We went through lots of cans. I am probably going to be brain dead.

[Anone]

What an amazing and horny story which I am so enjoying what Jason has and I also want it bad.

[Willy29]

Wow ! It's so hot. 

[foryouruse]

I’m still hoping we see more!

[Cubicw]

Athletic Trainer 8

Luke clenched, soaking up Jason's hot, wet grip. Pre-cum leaked, a clear sign of his own need, but he held back, drawing out the delicious agony. Jason, lost in it, gasped, eyes shut, hands gripping his head, trying to breathe. He did not know if he would cum again; all he wanted was more, a desperate plea for it to never end. Luke watched Jason's desperate hunger, a smirk on his face, their secret known. This whole thing, from the start, had been planned by Luke and Brad. Now, the next part was unfolding, Luke driving them to the motel where Brad waited, ready to finish what they started.

"You want more, don't you?" Luke's voice was a low growl, cutting through Jason's pleasure fog. He traced Jason's hard dick, a teasing touch that sent shivers down Jason's spine.

Jason, still spaced out, sighed, eyes still closed. "Yeah... I cannot believe I am saying this, but yeah... fuck, that was so good."

"Glad to hear it," Luke purred, satisfied. "Let us wash up and get dressed. We are seeing a friend. We can keep going there."

They stepped into the shower. Warm water rained down as they scrubbed each other, their movements slick and sensual. Every now and then, their mouths met, a slow, deep kiss tasting of desire and anticipation. Their bodies pressed close, steaming together, the friction a gentle promise of more to come. As Jason's hand went back, Luke stopped him, his voice low and firm. "Nah... keep my load in there." Luke wanted his presence to stay inside Jason, a constant reminder of their fuck.

Out of the shower, they toweled each other off, hands lingering on warm skin. Luke told Jason to face him, eyes locking with Jason's before he slid a cock ring around Jason's swollen dick. The metal felt cool against Jason's hot flesh, a solid promise of heightened sensation. Next, Luke told Jason to bend over, a quiet command Jason obeyed without thinking. From a small bag, Luke pulled out a needless syringe, its clear tube of liquid. "Bong water. It will get you feeling pretty good," Luke explained, his voice flat as he injected the whole thing into Jason's ass. The water, Luke knew, had been collecting for days, a potent mix of countless hits. Its kick, even in that short time, was undeniable. Luke was sure Jason would not even know what hit him. After that, a small butt plug went in, its smooth surface disappearing easily into Jason's already loose hole.

"Before we go," Luke began, his voice serious, almost conspiratorial, "will you promise to be a good fuck boy and let me whore you out? It will make me so happy if you will."

Jason hesitated, the question hanging in the air. The idea, undeniably hot, also brought a flicker of doubt. He liked the thought, the dark pull of it, but was he really ready? "Um... yes," he finally managed, the word a soft mumble as they moved to the car.

"First off," Luke ordered, his voice sharp and decisive as they got in the car. "Put your hands behind the seat, reach as far back as you can." Jason, still in a daze of obedience, followed without question. In a swift, practiced move, Luke pulled out cuffs and locked Jason's wrists together behind the seat. A blindfold went over Jason's eyes, plunging him into darkness. From a small vial, Luke sprayed a strong, heavy-smelling liquid onto a rag. "Maximum impact, it is like popper," he muttered. The rag was stuffed hard into Jason's mouth, followed by a mouth gag that held it in place, effectively silencing him. "Now we are ready to go," Luke announced, a triumphant glint in his eyes. With a press of a button, the butt plug inside Jason started to vibrate, a low, insistent hum that resonated deep within him. Then, Luke started the car, pulling out onto the road.

The whole ride was a symphony of Jason's muffled moans; each vibration from the plug intensified the pleasure-pain within him. Luke, with deliberate cruelty, hit every speed bump without slowing; each jarring impact sent a jolt through Jason's body, making him feel as though the plug was penetrating deeper, harder with every bump. Finally, the car stopped, and with it, the vibrating hum of the butt plug ceased. Jason slowly started to wake up as the effect of maximum impact faded. A strange sense of being dumped washed over him; he felt as though Luke had just left him in the car, tied up and abandoned. Suddenly, the car door behind him opened. He felt a sharp jab in his left arm, then a pull, and then this crazy rush hit him, a fucked-up mix of fear and pure pleasure. Jason's head was spinning, thoughts crashing, couldn't focus on shit, especially not what was happening. His ass muscles were clenching and unclenching, spasms around the aching hole. Luke uncuffed his wrists and walked him into the motel room. Jason's eyes swam, dark and throbbing with his own pounding pulse. He barely saw the bed, but it pulled him in, and he scrambled onto it, his body just dropping into doggy.

Luke, smooth and slow, yanked the plug out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness felt almost as jarring as being full. Just as the plug slid free, Brad walked out of the shower, naked and slick with water, steam still on his skin. Luke gave him a subtle, knowing nod, a silent message passing between them. Then he poured a thick stream of lube right above Jason's crack, catching the first drops with two fingers, letting it run slow and hot, coating the soft skin. His left hand, still holding the lube, dug into his pocket and pulled out a big, jagged chunk of crystal meth. He held it up, catching the light, and turned to Brad, a wicked look in his eyes. "What do you think? Too much?"

Brad's lips curled into a slow, hungry smile. "Looks plenty to me," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that still sent a shiver down Jason's spine even as high as he was. Luke pulled his fingers away, leaving a smear of lube, then carefully held the crystal shard between his fingers. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic move, he slid it into Jason's hole, a gasp torn from Jason's throat at the surprise. The crystal then dropped deeper inside Jason. "All yours," Luke told Brad, a note of triumph in his voice. With that, Luke started undressing; his clothes hit the floor without a sound. He locked the door with a soft click, sealing them in, and then positioned himself right in front of Jason, leaning back on a stack of pillows behind him. Brad was already sliding the head of his cock, hot and thick, up and down Jason's open hole, a silent promise of what was coming.

"I've never seen his hole wink at me like it does now. This is some next-level shit," Brad said to Luke, his voice raw, almost in awe.

Jason felt a burning pain deep inside, a feeling that threatened to burn through the drug haze. He instinctively tried to push up, a desperate move to escape the growing intensity, but Luke's hand, firm and unmoving, ripped the gag free from his mouth.

"Take it easy, man," Luke muttered, his voice thick with a raw anticipation that filled every inch of the room. The air was heavy, charged with the musky, hot smell of male arousal, a primal stink that seemed to coat the walls, muffling the outside world. The only sounds were the ragged, rising rhythm of their own heavy breathing.

Jason nodded, a small, involuntary twitch, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum against the rough fabric still binding his eyes. He could feel the intense, radiating heat from deep inside his fucked hole, the foreign shit dissolving inside him. Jason's mouth dropped open, a silent gasp of anticipation. He felt Brad's hot breath on his ear, whispering low, encouraging words that sent shivers, both good and bad, down his spine, prickling his skin.
"Your hungry hole ready for me? I know you are. Open up for me," Brad said, his voice a husky command. Jason was so fucked up, so lost in the swirling sensations, that he did not even recognize Brad's voice, a familiar sound made alien by the drugs. The smooth, engorged tip of Brad's cock brushed tantalizingly against his cheek, the head glistening with pre-cum, a shimmering promise of coming pleasure.

In one swift, decisive move, Luke's cock filled Jason's mouth. Jason had to fight a visceral gag reflex as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, stretching him to his limit. He had never been so deep-throated, but the shocking thrill of this new, extreme feeling made him eager, almost desperate, for more, for whatever came next. Meanwhile, Brad's thick fingers were expertly teasing his entrance, circling, pressing, applying just enough exquisite pressure to make Jason silently beg for the main act, for the full, brutal insertion. Jason moaned, a low, guttural sound, his mouth full, his throat stretched tight around Luke. Then, the suddenness of Brad's penetration took Jason completely by surprise. A muffled grunt escaped him, stifled by Luke's shaft, as Brad drove into him. The feeling of being stretched open, of being completely filled, was almost too much, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Yet, miraculously, he managed to relax his muscles, welcoming the intrusion, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.

As Luke began to thrust into his mouth, setting a steady, relentless rhythm, Brad's hands tightened on Jason's hips, holding him firmly in place, nailing him to the bed. The primal sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic beat that matched the frantic pounding of Jason's pulse in his ears, a primitive soundtrack to their escalating depravity.

The two men chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Jason's body. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication of shared intent, that sent a fresh wave of intense excitement surging through Jason. He could feel their desire, a palpable force that seemed to thicken the air around them, making it heavy and electric. They began to spit roast Jason, a relentless assault that lasted for what felt like forever, though the clock on the bedside table would later show it was only five minutes. Luke finally unloaded in Jason's mouth. He made sure every drop of his man juice was swallowed before pulling his cock from Jason's mouth, leaving a slick, empty void, while Brad, seemingly insatiable, kept finding new ways to drill into Jason's hole, each thrust deeper, harder, more aggressive than the last. This relentless assault wrung high-pitched moans from Jason, sounds he never knew he could make, raw cries of pleasure and pain. Then, Brad slowed his pace, holding his dick deep inside Jason, allowing Jason's convulsing hole to contract tightly around him. With a few more sudden deep thrusts, Brad flooded Jason's rectum with his cum.

Luke winked at Brad, a silent signal. Then Brad and Luke finally stepped back, leaving Jason blindfolded and cuffed to the hotel bedframe, his ears plugged, muffling the sounds of their departure. They moved to the room next door through the room connecting door. Their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, and settled onto the bed. From there, they watched Jason through a hidden camera Brad had installed, its feed displayed on the hotel room television. The two exchanged thick cloud after thick cloud, the heavy scent of meth smoke mingling with the lingering scent of sex, their silent observation a final, perverse act of control.

Jason was disoriented, his breath catching in shallow gasps as he anticipated the next move in their twisted game. The door creaked open, followed by footsteps—someone new entered. A novel, pleasant scent filled the air, stirring a response in him. The first man, a young businessman radiating confidence, approached. The bed dipped under his weight as he settled beside Jason. Clothes rustled, and then a prick brushed against Jason's cheek. There was no mistaking it. A hand guided his neck, urging his face toward the anonymous erection. He opened his mouth, tasting the latex and sweat from his blindfold, mingled with the faint flavor of the stranger's precum. Hesitantly, he took the head in; his tongue explored the unfamiliar shape.

Behind him, heavier steps indicated the presence of another man—a bodybuilder. Jason did not turn but registered his approach. The room seemed to shrink. Jason’s heart pounded. He braced himself. The mattress shifted again as another body pressed against his back. He felt the man’s breath on his neck, the air thick with sweat, sex, and raw desire.

The businessman’s grip on Jason’s neck tightened, commanding, "Take more. Please me. Show me what you're worth." Simultaneously, the bodybuilder's hand found Jason’s ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumb teased the opening, already yielding from Brad’s earlier ministrations.

The bodybuilder’s hot, massive cock pressed against Jason, its head nudging his ass. The initial push was gentle, a silent promise. Jason's eyes widened behind the blindfold, his mouth full of the first stranger's cock as he moaned around it, the sound muffled by the new intrusion.

The businessman understood. His grip grew rougher, thrusting into Jason's face with a force that brought tears to Jason's eyes and a gag to his throat. Yet, a wild, hot surge propelled him forward, urging him to continue, to satisfy both men.

Both men groaned, a guttural sound, and released their cum deep into Jason's mouth and ass. Though he could not see them, the two men shared a kiss afterward. They quickly withdrew, dressed, and departed.

As they exited, a tall Black man entered, acknowledging them with a nod. Jason remained facedown on the bed, ass up, trying to comprehend the recent events. Then, strong hands gripped his legs, pulling him back for a wet, aggressive rim job. The man’s tongue worked intensely, then plunged into Jason’s cum-filled opening as if it were a feast. Jason felt so completely filled that he genuinely believed the man had inserted his entire tongue. This frenzied tongue assault seemed to last an eternity. Jason's mouth hung open, simply absorbing the sensation, barely making a sound because it felt so incredibly good. Finally, the man pressed his lips flat against Jason's hole and sucked out the cum, then spat it onto his own dick to lubricate it. Without hesitation, he rammed his 10-inch erection into Jason’s slick hole. With little resistance, he buried it. Just as Jason whimpered, the man growled, "Chill. Don't push me out or it'll go in harder. I ain't moving. My cock's stuck in you now. Breathe. Get used to it. I ain't moving till you say you're good, but it ain't coming out. Just relax."

He knew Jason was about to beg him to withdraw, but he had preempted that request. So Jason quickly regained control of his breathing, taking long, deep breaths in and out, repeatedly. With each exhale, he felt the cock sink deeper. Eventually, he was certain the man’s balls were knocking against his own sack. Somehow, having that monstrous dick inside him also gave him a raging erection, but the top paid no mind to Jason’s boner. His entire focus was on Jason’s hole. He relished watching it grip and suck against his dick’s thrusts. He slammed Jason down hard onto the bed and lifted his hips, pounding every inch of his dick into Jason with powerful, brutal thrusts. He ensured Jason understood he was merely a hole to drain his hard pipe. At one point, he repeatedly hit Jason’s prostate, causing Jason’s legs to spasm involuntarily, but the top used his knees to hold Jason’s legs open and continued to drill the tip of his dick against Jason’s prostate, making Jason scream louder than he usually did. When the top climaxed, it felt like a dam bursting within Jason’s hole. A torrent of warm cum shot into Jason, reaching as deep as possible. Then, as swiftly as that dick had claimed his hole, the top pulled out, wiped his dick clean, and left. Jason, still blindfolded, rolled onto his back to retain that warm load inside him for as long as he could. The thought that permeated his mind was "used." He felt as though that top had utterly violated his hole, and he was even a little proud that his ass could satisfy that man. He had never imagined getting pounded could feel that good.

After the tall black man left, satisfied. Shortly after, two of Jason's teammates, Dylan and Travis, entered the room, having seen an anonymous message about a "cum dump" in a bathroom stall. Though they did not know who they would find, they immediately recognized Jason, a sophomore who had quickly secured a starter spot on the team.

Dylan, 5'9" with a slender, athletic build and pale skin, had long, dirty blonde hair and script tattoos on his chest, a full back, and a color-tattooed right arm. He was the shortest on the team but confident and well-respected, known for his defensive speed. Despite having many female fans, he was secretly gay and enjoyed dominating taller, more muscular men. His 9.5-inch penis was noticeably large even when soft.

Travis, about Jason's height with a darker copper skin tone, had well-defined arms and chest, and short dark hair with a nice fade. He was 6'3" and muscular with an 8.5-inch thick penis, a high sex drive, and an online profile name of "holeopener." He enjoyed the sensation of pulling his penis out and re-inserting it. Travis and Dylan, now roommates, had arrived at the hotel together, suggesting a sexual relationship or some sort.

Upon recognizing Jason, tied up and blindfolded, Dylan and Travis giggled and whispered before stripping naked and approaching him. They had expected to see someone from another sport, not their teammate. Travis reached for Jason's hard, precum-dripping penis and began stroking it, mouthing to Dylan, "Dude... he precums so damn much." They had always found Jason attractive but avoided pursuing teammates to prevent awkwardness. Finding him blindfolded presented a perfect opportunity.

Dylan found lube, along with a tray of new and used syringes. He locked the door and brought the tray to Travis, who was lightly rubbing Jason's glans, causing him to moan. Travis, surprised by the tray, asked, "Where did that come from?" Dylan nodded to a dark corner of the room, confirming Travis's unspoken question about Jason's state.

Dylan prepared two points of crystal with water. They clearly had done this before at some point. They debated what to do with Jason, but Dylan decided against further manipulation due to Jason's incoherence. To appease Travis, they opted for a booty bump for Jason. Travis filled a needless syringe with crystal and water. They both injected themselves, finishing around the same time. After the rush settled, Travis signaled Jason to lie on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and aggressively face-fucked Jason's throat, bringing Jason's legs up to expose his used anus.

"Shit... it's filled with cum. Do you think he can still fill the booty bump?" Travis whispered to Dylan. Dylan silently examined Jason's anus. Travis then pressed his mouth around Jason's anus, sucking out and swallowing as much cum as he could and swallowed them like they were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted while continuing to penetrate Jason's throat. After a minute, Travis, cum dripping from his face, said, "I think he's ready." Dylan handed Travis the needless syringe and readied his phone camera.

The lube-soaked cum made it easy for Travis to push the booty bump halfway into Jason's ass, then all the way. He aimed Jason's ass at Dylan's dick. Dylan held his phone in one hand, jerking his hard, wet cock with the other. Dylan's dick wasn't huge at the tip, but it got thick towards the base, making the last third a real motherfucker to take.

Jason felt the booty bump as Dylan slid in. The last three guys and that reinforced bump had left Jason's ass wet and loose. Dylan slid in two-thirds of the way, no problem, but Jason screamed when Dylan slowly pushed in his thick cock. Travis quickly jammed his dick into Jason's open mouth, turning the screams into whimpers. Dylan kept stretching Jason's ass until his cock was buried deep. Feeling Jason's ass clench, Dylan whispered, "Relax. Breathe deep through your nose." Jason did, taking a few deep breaths. On the third one, Travis held poppers under his nose, making him take two more hits.

Seconds later, Dylan felt Jason's ass muscles loosen, though it was still tight, fighting Dylan's pull. Dylan moved his dick in and out, slow, short strokes. Travis, though, was rougher with Jason's mouth, squeezing his cheeks and holding his head back to keep it open.

Dylan leaned in, whispering to Jason, "Deep breath, then give up. Open your hole and your throat." He then stroked and pinched Jason's nipples, whispering again, "Another deep breath, then relax and let go."

Between the drugs and the poppers, Dylan's voice was like a spell. Jason's mind went blank, just focusing on the words. At the same time, Travis and Dylan broke through Jason's last fight, burying themselves in him from both ends. Both let out a satisfied "ahhhhh..." Dylan then told Jason, "You know you love it. Come on... show me you want it."

Lost in the crazy rush, Jason hung on Dylan's every word. Dylan's familiar voice was a faint whisper in the haze of being so turned on. His world shrunk; every feeling pulled him into the desperate act of breathing. Each breath was a ragged gasp, each exhale a shaky release. Time stopped; minutes felt like forever. Even though it hurt, a strange giving-up bloomed inside him, a willing surrender to the sweet pain. His racing thoughts locked on the huge, unmoving pressure of Dylan's thick cock, a feeling that changed what penetration meant. It felt like being ripped open, stretched beyond anything he'd known, and the quick emptiness when Dylan moved even a little brought a new kind of ache.

Suddenly, Dylan's hands grabbed Jason's neck, pulling his head forward. With a hard thrust, Dylan drove deeper, his cock punching into Jason's very core, his meat tunnel giving way to the deep invasion. Jason's head arched back, a silent scream caught in his open mouth, his eyes squeezed shut against the blinding intensity.

Above them, Travis, who had been quiet, got onto the bed, still thrusting hard into Jason's throat. Though his own eyes were shut, a primal sound ripped from Dylan's lips, a deep command that shook the air. "Push out now.  Come on. Let me in even more." Jason felt like he was at his limit, couldn't imagine taking more. Yet, as he strained, pushing out his colon as hard as he could, Dylan proved him wrong, a quiet, clear show of his unstoppable power.  Dylan push his dick forward even further.  Dylan's throbbing cock hit a spot that hadn't been touched, pulling a high-pitched moan from Jason that he didn't recognize as his own.  His hard, desperate cock bounced wildly with each powerful hit against his used hole.

Just as Jason finally pulled away from Travis’s cock, sucked in a shallow breath, a sudden, warm gush filled his throat. Travis, with a surprising surge, blew thick loads of cum, a shockingly big but sweet flood on his tongue. He swallowed it all in a desperate, almost frantic gulp, but even then, his focus stayed on the steady, constant rub of Dylan's cock head, deep in his ass.  Every thrust forward was a confusing sensation causing Jason’s eyes to rolled back.  Then came the final dump.  A wave of warm cum shot inside him, a raw, uncontrolled gush from Dylan.  At the same time, Jason’s legs buckled, a sudden, uncontrollable shake leaving him weak and trembling, like he'd just run a marathon.  Jason thought he blew the biggest loads but was confused when he felt no cum in front of him.  Slowly, carefully, Dylan pulled out, letting Jason collapse, spent and totally fucked, onto his stomach on the bed.  The finally, a big, wet puddle formed under Jason, the sticky warmth a mix of piss and cum, and he just didn't care. 

Travis and Dylan chuckled softly as they got up, their low voices filling the quiet room. They dressed with little talk, then, relaxed, helped themselves to the big spread of drugs, trying a bit of everything before they left.  

For Jason, the exhaustion was a deep, heavy blanket, pulling him onto the bed.  He spent several minutes to recover.  He didn’t even know he was just fucked and seeded by his teammates.  He never knew getting fucked could feel like this.  He could feel the wet cum instead of him and his tender hole puckering trying to keep the cum from oozing out.  
 

[barebamabear]

Awesome writing man 

[crawford912]

hot as fuck

[hotguynkansas]

more plz!

[seaguy]

what a fucking hoT story.  Great writting and characters which kept me hard and wanting more.

[Cubicw]

Athletic Trainer 9

The trainer's room door clicked shut, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting Ben as he leaned against the frame. Sweat plastered his jersey to his chest, every muscle screaming from the brutal double-header practice. "Luke? You still here?"

The heavy steel door groaned as Luke slammed it open with his hip, the wheels of the ice tub screeched against the concrete. "Your usual's ready in the back, Cap." He didn't look up, his muscles straining under sweat-soaked cotton as he shoved the tub into the shadowed corner. His athletic pants rode low, exposing the sharp V-cut above his ass when he bent over. Straightening, he wiped grime off his knuckles with the towel slung over his shoulder. A slow grin spread across his face as he caught Ben's eye across the empty training room. “All set for you,” Luke said, pointing his thumb toward the back of the room before making his way to his desk to look up something on the computer.

Despite knowing each other for a little over two seasons, after a hot day of practice or a game, Ben often visited the trainer’s room for an ice bath before going home. Ben has never been alone with Luke whenever he visited the trainer's room. Even though he has always thought Luke is a good-looking man, he has never allowed his thoughts to wonder beyond that. On the other hand, Luke has had his eye set on Ben since they first met. Standing at an impressive six feet, Ben's striking red hair and fair skin hint at a smoldering intensity just beneath the surface, a wild fire waiting to be unleashed. Luke has heard his teammates make jokes about his hung cock that girls gossip about.

Ben grinned back, dropping his gear bag with a thud that echoed off the sterile tile walls. "Missed me that much, huh?" He peeled off his soaked jersey, revealing a torso mapped with sweat-slicked muscle. The copper-red of his hair was matted and dark, clinging to a forehead that was flushed with a deep, furious rose from the practice. Next came the practice pants, shoved down past lean hips until they pooled around his ankles. He stepped free, standing in nothing but a black athletic jockstrap that strained against the full, heavy swell of his ass, the band digging into the damp skin of his waist. It was a harness built for force, now displayed for Luke.

“How are you doing today, man?” Ben said loudly from the back of the room while facing away from Luke.

Luke leaned back from his chair and was able to see Ben behind the room divider. Luke could see Ben’s round ass held up by the jockstrap fabric. He wished he could go back there and bend Ben over, spread those meaty cheeks apart and dig into that pink hole with his tongue.

“I’m well. How about yourself? Where are your minions?” Luke responded

“Oh….we’ve been traveling for most of of the week so they rushed to see their girls. Hang on…..I can’t talk when I’m in the tub.” Ben said while mentally preparing himself for the cold.

The first step into the slush burned like hellfire. Ben hissed through clenched teeth, muscles locking as the ice water climbed past his knees. He forced himself down until the frozen slurry lapped at his collarbones. Every nerve screamed. Across the room, Luke chuckled low in his throat—a sound like gravel under tires. "Quiet back there, Cap. Thought I heard you whimper."

Ben's glare could've frozen the tub solid. "Whimper? That was a battle cry," he ground out, breath fogging the air. "You’d know the difference if you ever got out from behind those towels." He focused on the sting, the dull ache in his knuckles from yesterday's sparring.

Luke walked to the back of the room and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet then leaned against the sink counter, arms crossed. "Behind the towels is where the magic happens, Cap. Someone’s gotta keep your precious muscles from turning to stone." As he walked toward Ben, he nodded at Ben’s submerged form. "Though looks like you’re doing fine turning yourself into a human popsicle."

Ben splashed water, the slush soaking Luke’s sneakers. "Oops. Slipped." He watched Luke’s eyes dart down to the wet fabric clinging to his feet. "Better get those off before you catch a chill, Doc." The title dripped with sarcasm.

Luke was unfazed. "Still more useful than you flopping around like a beached trout in there." He set the towel down on the padded table next to Ben then his voice dropping, shifting to a serious tone. "Saw you limping after that last drill. And not your usual ‘I’m tired’ shuffle. That hitch in your step when you thought no one was looking."

Ben’s smirk vanished. The ice felt colder. "It’s nothing."

Ice numbed his legs, but the heat in Luke's stare was a brand. Ben didn't nod. Didn't blink.

Luke's hand tapped the side of the tub twice. "Ten minutes," he said, too soft. "Then we hit pads, and I’ll have a look." Water dripped from Ben's hair. “Got it.”

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Twenty minutes later, Ben emerged, shivering violently, his skin mottled red and white. He gripped the edge of the tub, knuckles white. "Fuck, that never gets easier." Ben dried himself off roughly, then stood dripping on the rubber mat. He draped the towel over his shoulders but made no move to cover himself.

As a professional trainer who'd seen a hundred strained muscles, Luke knew what was going on with just one look from across the room. He rummaged through a cabinet, then approached with a tube of liniment.

"Lie down." Luke gestured to the padded table, his eyes never leaving Ben's gait as he crossed the room. The limp was subtle but unmistakable, a fractional hesitation when the left foot took weight. The vinyl felt cold against Ben's back. Luke knelt beside the padded table. His hands were warmer than expected when they gripped Ben's ankle, calloused palms sliding up his calf. "Flex." Ben obeyed. Luke's thumb pressed deep into the hollow behind Ben's knee, making him suck in a sharp breath. "Tendon's angry. Hyperextended during that last takedown?"

"Maybe." Ben stared at the ceiling tiles, acutely aware of fingers tracing his inner thigh. The pressure was clinical, searching for knots along the quadriceps. But the touch lingered just above his groin, knuckles brushing the straining edge of his jockstrap. Heat flooded Ben's belly, sudden and unwelcome. He cleared his throat. "Feels fine now."

Luke hummed, noncommittal. His hand slid higher, palm flattening against Ben's inner thigh. The contact was electric—a deliberate sweep that grazed the bulge beneath thin fabric. Ben's hips jerked involuntarily. "Easy," Luke murmured, fingers splayed like he was steadying a skittish horse. His thumb dug into the crease where leg met torso, rubbing slow circles.

Ben bit the inside of his cheek. The liniment's menthol burn couldn't mask the heat spreading from Luke's touch. He imagined those fingers hooking under the jockstrap's waistband, dragging it down. The fantasy hit him like a body check—vivid and unbidden. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the room's chill.

Luke's hand stilled, resting high on Ben's thigh. His pinky dipped lower, feather-light against the swell of Ben's balls through damp fabric. A heartbeat passed. Two. Then Luke pulled back as if nothing happened, reaching for the liniment again. "Need to work this out before it knots up."

The squeeze started at Ben's knee, firm and professional. Luke's thumb dug into the tendon, kneading with practiced precision. Upward his hand traveled, palm sliding along sweat-slicked skin. Ben focused on the sting of menthol, the sharp scent cutting through the humid air. Just the rub, he told himself. It is routine. But then Luke's fingers slid higher, tracing the taut line of Ben's inner thigh. Calloused fingertips brushed the crease where leg met groin. A jolt shot straight to Ben's cock.

Ben sucked in a breath, knuckles white where he gripped the table's edge. Luke's touch lingered, pressing deep into the muscle. His thumb swept in slow, deliberate circles, too close now. The heel of Luke's hand grazed the straining bulge in Ben's jockstrap. Fabric stretched thin. Heat pooled low in Ben's belly, thick and insistent.

Luke shifted his stance, leaning closer. His knuckles brushed Ben's balls again. The touch was fleeting, almost dismissive. But Ben felt it like a brand. Every nerve screamed. Sweat trickled down his temple despite the room's chill. Luke's expression remained focused, impassive. Luke's thumb pressed deeper into Ben's inner thigh. A slow, grinding rotation.

"Tighter than I thought," Luke murmured, voice gravel-rough. His fingers splayed, palm hot against Ben's skin. The heel of his hand settled against the damp fabric of Ben's jockstrap, applying steady pressure. Ben's hips jerked. A low groan escaped before he could choke it back.

Suddenly, static broke the silence from the walkie-talkie on Luke’s desk.

“Luke. Are you in the trainer’s room? Two of my players are on their way. They collided. I think they might have concussions.”

Luke calmly stood, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and responded, “Yeah, I’m here. I’ll see them when they arrive and let you know what’s going on.” He walked to the sink to wash his hands. He would have loved to finish what he was doing with Ben, but professional duty called. He felt a pang of disappointment at the unfortunate timing.

Seeing Luke walk to the sink and begin washing his hands, Ben assumed they were done. He reached for his pants and shirt, putting them on. He wondered if Luke was going to do what he had hoped for earlier. He tried to think of a way to get Luke back to what they were doing, but then he heard the radio. Other guys were coming. He pushed his semi-erect cock into his pants, facing away from Luke, then heard Luke say to him,

“I think you strained your muscles. Any over-the-counter product should work well. You should also consider making an appointment for a massage. It should help break up knots and allow you to perform at your best.”

This is it, Ben thought. He responded, “Oh, okay… make an appointment with you?” Ben pretended he didn’t know what Luke was talking about.

“No, Cap. I’m not allowed to give athlete massages due to regulations, but here are some recommendations you can call.” He walked to his desk and wrote on a note card, then handed the card to Ben. The card read, “Not here, but come to my condo tonight at 8 pm. I can help you out.  If not, here’s my number XXX-XXX-XXXX” There was some truth behind Luke’s recommendation, but it was also a last-ditch effort to bait Ben and hopefully get a shot at that nice ass of his.  

Ben read the note card and said “whhhhaaat!!?  I’m gen Z.  I don’t get ont he phone for nothing” he joked.  He drape his bag in front of him to hide is half boner and gave Luke a nod and a wink before he headed out.  

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Not long after Ben left, Dylan walked in, rubbing his temples. Luke greeted him.

“Hey Dylan. How are you feeling? Come sit over here.” Luke signaled for Dylan to sit on the table Ben had just vacated. “Who’s the other player, and where is he?”

“It was Travis. We both dove after a ball and collided head-on, but he went to the restroom, so he should be here soon,” Dylan said.

Luke went through the concussion procedure with Dylan. He thought Dylan seemed fine, but as a precaution, he gave Dylan instructions to follow when he got home and asked him to check in daily so Luke could grant him clearance to return to the court. When Luke asked if Dylan had any questions, Dylan replied, “Yeah, doc. I have a question.”

“What is it?” Luke asked.

“It was you who set Jason up to be a slammed-up bottom, tied up in a hotel room last week, wasn’t it?” Dylan asked with a grin, eager to see Luke’s reaction.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Luke said, hiding all emotion behind a straight face.

“I recognized your car when I drove around the hotel looking for the room. We found out about the party in a bathroom stall accessible only to students or staff, not the general public. When I thought about who could have done that to Jason, and then remembered seeing your car, things you said to me when I first got to this school started to make sense. You wanted a taste of my cock and hole then, didn’t you? Turning me into a hotel cum pig, too?” Dylan said cheerfully.

Luke stared at Dylan silently.

“You’re probably wondering if I have proof. Here it is.” Dylan pulled out his phone and showed Luke pictures of him helping Jason into his car that night. “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in getting you in trouble. I just need help with a few things. Help me out, then these pictures will be gone, and I’ll never say a word about anything.”

Luke looked at Dylan with no emotion, no smile. He knew how serious it could be if it got out. He thought he had been very careful and selective with his targets so far. Luke had made an offer to Dylan years ago, similar to how he had converted other athletes into horny pigs, but Dylan had turned him down at the time, having other things to do. The two never linked up because Dylan had no reason to see Luke for anything.

“Don’t look at me like that, doc. I’m not just here to blackmail you. I’ll have something for you, too.” Dylan adjusted himself, pulling up the left side of his shorts sleeve and showing the tip of his cock.

“Come have a taste. You know you want it. I’m guessing that you used athlete privacy as a reason to put up the divider, so this is a blind spot to the room camera. So come on… come have a taste of what you wanted a couple of years ago. I’ve saved up a big load for you. Blow me off and swallow my cum, then we can talk business. Travis isn’t coming. He’s my roommate and helped me so I could come talk to you. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him what I figured out, and I locked the door on my way in, so come on. You know you want it.”

Luke stood there for a few seconds. He was impressed that Dylan had put everything together accurately and had the audacity to come into his workspace to make demands. He wasn’t angry. Nor was he worried. He was rather turned on by this because normally, he was the one in control of situations.

Luke's gaze dropped to where Dylan's shorts sleeve rode up. The tip of Dylan's cock peeked out—thick, flushed, and already glistening with pre-cum. Even soft, it was massive. The sheer size of it punched the air from his lungs.

Without a word, Luke strode forward, his movements sharp and deliberate. He didn't kneel.  He crowded Dylan against the padded table, one hand shoving Dylan’s shoulders back while the other yanked his shorts and boxers down in one brutal motion. Dylan’s cock sprang free, fully hard now, a thick, veined 9.5 inches of pale, heavy flesh curving upward against his stomach. The head was dark, swollen, and leaking precum steadily. Luke’s nostrils flared at the musk, salt, sweat, and pure male heat.  

Luke said "Always knew you’d be packing, but fuck..." He didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, he licked a broad stripe from balls to tip, savoring the twitch against his tongue. Then he swallowed Dylan whole.  

Dylan gasped, head slamming back against the padded table. "Oh shit.  yes!" Luke’s mouth was furnace-hot, ruthless. No gentle exploration.  Just deep, punishing sucks that hollowed his cheeks. Dylan’s hips jerked upward, seeking more, but Luke pinned him down with a forearm across his pelvis. Luke’s eyes locked onto Dylan’s, unblinking, as he took him deeper, throat flexing around the girth. Spit slicked Dylan’s shaft, dripping onto Luke’s knuckles. 

"Tighter," Dylan groaned, fisting Luke’s hair. "Suck it like you mean it, doc."  

Luke obeyed, but viciously. He pulled off, lips glistening. "You want it rough?" Before Dylan could answer, Luke slammed back down, burying him to the root.  Luke already predicted Dylan’s reaction so before Dylan could make a sound, Luke’s hand cover Dylan’s mouth, forcing Dylan to shout into his hand as Luke’s nose pressed into his pelvis. He held there, throat spasming, until Dylan’s thighs trembled. Then Luke dragged up, slow and filthy, sucking hard on the head before plunging back down. Over and over. A brutal rhythm.  He slowly let go of his hand when Dylan remember where they are and control his volume.  

Dylan’s breath came in ragged bursts. "Gonna cum—fuck, *now*—"  

Luke didn’t pull off. Dylan’s hips pistoned upward, driving his cock deeper. Luke gagged but held, eyes watering as Dylan’s balls tightened against his chin. With a roar, Dylan came, thick, hot pulses firing straight down Luke’s throat. Luke swallowed convulsively, milking him, but Dylan suddenly wrenched his hips back.  

The first two ropes of cum splattered Luke’s face, hot streaks across his cheekbone, his lips, his eyelid. Luke snarled, wiping blindly, but Dylan grabbed the back of his head and shoved his cock back into that wet heat. "Take the rest" Dylan panted, thrusting hard. Luke choked as the last surges flooded his throat, thick and salty. Dylan held him there, grinding against his face until he was spent.  

When Dylan finally pulled out, Luke gasped, cum dripping from his chin onto the floor.  Dylan looked down at him, grinning as he tucked his his still-hard cock away.  "Good cocksucker.  One of the best if I’m being honest. Wish I had known that years ago but this way is much more fun" he murmured, thumb smearing a drop of cum from Luke’s eyebrow. "Now... let’s talk business." Dylan said

“I need an internship to finish my athletic training degree and YOU are going to help me so I can do my internship here. Show me how to get the newbies in your bed and get them willing to become cum dumps and of course…. imagine all the fun we can have together” Dylan said with a grin on his face. “Grab you phone and send me a text" Luke did what Dylan asked with cum still all over his face. 

“Good. I will hit you up when I think of something else I want from you” 

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The dashboard clock glowed 7:50pm. Ben sat in his car outside Luke's condo complex, fingers tapping the steering wheel. Just a massage, he repeated to himself. Nothing more. His pulse thumped against his ribs. Earlier in the training room, Luke's knuckles had brushed his balls twice while checking his hamstring. Accident? Ben couldn't tell. He has never thought of Luke sexually before but that encounter stirred something up in him.  He shook out a line of white powder onto the back of his left hand, pressed one nostril shut, and inhaled sharply. The bitter chemical burn hit his sinuses.  Warmth spread through his chest almost instantly.  

Even thought others gossip about Ben’s cock, Ben likes getting fucked. He found that out right after high school.  He would often satisfy his female hookups with his large penis, and then they would use strap-ons or dildos on him while he masturbated.  There are only a handful of girls who know about that side of him and they promise that they wouldn’t tell anyone. If they did, he can easily figure out who did anyway so his secret has been kept safe so far.  This school year, he started hooking up with guys online, letting strangers drill his ass anonymously. One guy, who he only knew by voice, introduced him to coke and tina. The dude left him two baggies of the stuff after fucking his ass into a gaping hole, telling him he could keep them.  He goes to the trainer’s room for ice baths often, so he knows he can talk his way out of a random drug test with Luke.  To him, getting fucked hasn’t been about attraction.  It’s been a body hight that he chases after so for that reason, he hasn’t really thought of Luke in a sexual way.  However, since earlier today, he’s been thinking about what it would be like to open his legs up for a guy as sexy as Luke and to look a guy in the eyes when they fuck him.  

He stepped out into the humid night air. Luke’s condo building loomed, sleek and modern. Apartment 4B.  The blonde security guy greeted him and made him sign the guest book before directing him to the elevators and stairs.  Ben took the stairs two at a time, the drug humming in his veins.  His dick is not fully erect, but not soft either.  He paused outside Luke's door, wiping sweaty palms on his gym shorts. Three quick knocks then just when he was about to try the doorbell.  The door swung open.

Luke stood framed in the doorway. Fitted black tank top stretched across his chest. Gray athletic shorts hung low on his hips. "Right on time," Luke said, stepping aside. His eyes lingered on Ben's bare shoulders. "Come on in."

The living room felt different than Ben expected. Low light came from scattered candles, not lamps. A portable massage table dominated the center space. Soft instrumental music played somewhere unseen. The air smelled faintly of eucalyptus and sweat. Ben's gaze darted to the table, then back to Luke. "Cozy setup."  He tried to hide his nervousness behind his usual way of talking.  

Luke shut the door. "Helps clients relax." He motioned toward the kitchen island. Two glasses of water sat beside a small towel stack. "Thirsty?"

Ben shook his head. "Nah. Just ready to fix this leg." He forced a casual tone. The powder's buzz intensified under his skin. Luke's biceps flexed as he crossed the room. Ben watched the way his shorts clung to thick thighs.

"Make yourself comfortable, however that is for you. Then lie face down. I'll grab a few things and be right back," Luke said, heading toward his bedroom. Ben ripped his tee over his head, muscles flexing across his abdomen. His torso, defined pecs, the deep V-cut leading below his waistband, the trail of dark hair.  His desire amplified by the mix of tina and coke. Without hesitation, he stripped off his shorts. Ben’s skin meeting cool vinyl. He rested his cheek on the face cradle then put on a towel covering his waist down.  He adjusted himself a few times, leaving his legs open just enough for Luke to go where he wanted Luke to go.  

A few minutes later, he felt Luke's hands, slick with oil, landed on his shoulders. Strong thumbs dug into knotted muscle.  Ben groaned. The touch traveled lower, kneading his back.  Oil gleamed on Ben's skin under candlelight.  Luke's fingertips traced each ridge of Ben's spine.  They slid over the curve of his ass, paused, then moved down his left hamstring. "Tight here," Luke murmured. His palm covered the back of Ben's thigh entirely.  Pressure built, deep and insistent. Ben's breath hitched.  The room swam. Ben doesn’t know whether it is the candlelight blurred at the edges of his vision or the drugs.  Warmth spread through his limbs. Luke's hands worked his calf now, fingers circling his ankle. The scent of eucalyptus filled Ben's nostrils.  The music faded into white noise.  His muscles went liquid.  Heavy.  His eyelids fluttered shut.

He drifted. Time dissolved. Sensations blurred—the rhythmic glide of oiled hands, the low hum in his veins, the distant thump of his own pulse. A soft groan escaped him. He floated in warm darkness. Blissful. Weightless.

Luke poured more oil into his palm. The slick sound echoed faintly. Warm liquid pooled at the small of Ben's back before Luke's hands spread it downward. Fingers pressed into the dimpled hollows above Ben's hips, working in slow circles. Then lower. Along the swell of his buttocks. The touch was deliberate, unhurried. Oil coated every curve. Luke's thumbs pressed deep into the meat of Ben's left cheek, kneading.

Ben's breath caught. Every nerve ending sparked awake. Luke's hands slid toward his inner thigh, thumbs brushing dangerously close to his cleft. They paused. Hovered. Ben swore he felt the ghost heat of fingertips grazing untouched skin. So close. Almost there. But not quite. The tease lingered like static in the air.

Then Luke's palms flattened, rubbing broad circles over both cheeks. Slow. Firm. Oil glistened in the candlelight as skin slid against skin. The friction warmed Ben everywhere. Up. Down. Around. Each pass dragged lower, thumbs skimming the crease where thigh met buttock. Ben bit his lip. His knuckles whitened against the table edge.

*Almost. Touch it.* Ben thought in his head with his fully erect cock hiding under his stomach.  

But Luke's thumbs dipped inward, pressing the sensitive tendon right at the top of Ben's inner thigh instead. A jolt shot through him. So close the air seemed to hum against his untouched hole. Ben held his breath. Waited. The hands slid away, kneading the dense muscle of his hamstring again. A low groan rumbled in Ben's chest, half frustration, half surrender. The disappointment was sharp, a phantom ache. But Luke's fingers found a knot deep in the muscle, working it with relentless, perfect pressure. Bliss surged, washing the edge of frustration away. It was good. Too good. The warmth, the scent, the deep, melting release in his muscles… it pulled him under.

His eyelids grew impossibly heavy. The rhythmic pressure, the heat blooming under Luke's hands, the lingering buzz from the powder… it all fused into a thick, syrupy haze. Consciousness frayed. The candlelight became a distant smear. The music dissolved into nothingness. Sensations blurred into a single, enveloping warmth. He floated. Drifted. Sank.

Then a sudden jolt. His eyes snapped open.  He had no idea how long he'd been asleep.  He realized the music had stopped. Luke's hands weren't on him anymore and the towel was still on him, covering his butt.  Slowly Ben lifted his head, disoriented. Blinked. Focused.

Directly in front of his face, inches from his nose was Luke's cock. Fully erect. Thick. Veins stood out against flushed skin. Precum glistened at the slit. A perfect line of white powder traced the entire length of the shaft, from base to tip. Ben froze. He swallowed a big gulb of his saliva then his gaze traveled upward, past taut abs, over Luke's bare chest. Luke stood beside the table, fully naked now. A lazy, knowing smile played on his lips. "I was just about to wake you up." Luke's voice was low, rough. He didn't move. His cock hovered, an undeniable offering. The powder line gleamed. Identical to what Ben had snorted in the car.

Ben's mind raced. His shorts. The baggie. Luke must have found it. He just kicked off his shorts without thinking.  Heat flooded Ben's face, his neck. His own cock stirred against the vinyl. Luke tilted his hips slightly. The powder line shifted. "Something fell out of your shorts when I picked them off the flood.  Based on what I found in your pocket" Luke nodded toward the gleaming shaft, "I guessed you might like this." He held Ben's stare. Challenge. Invitation. Raw hunger burned in Luke's eyes. The air crackled. Ben's mouth went dry. He could smell the musk, the faint tang of sweat. His heart hammered against his ribs. Every nerve ending screamed. He didn't look away. He leaned forward, just an inch. His breath ghosted over the powdered skin. 

Slowly, deliberately, Ben closed the distance.  Without saying a word, Ben left hand held Luke’s rock hard cock steady, his right hand holding his right nostril shut then he glide his nose across Luke’s hard throbbing cock.  He back away a bit and shook his head then without hesitation, he open his mouth for Luke’s cock that he was still holding with his left hand. 

His lips brushed the underside of Luke's cock, just below the swollen head.  This wasn’t the first cock in his mouth but it is the first cock he wanted in his mouth.  A low groan tore from Luke's throat. Ben opened his mouth wider, taking the thick head inside. Heat engulfed him. His tongue swirled, lapping the remnants of the drug, tracing the pulsing veins. Luke’s fingers tangled in Ben’s hair, not forcing, just anchoring. Guiding. Ben sank deeper, taking more. The stretch burned his jaw. He welcomed it. His own hips shifted restlessly against the table, seeking friction. 

Luke’s thumb stroked Ben’s temple. "Easy," Luke murmured, voice thick. "Take your time." But Ben didn’t want time. He wanted oblivion. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, pulling Luke deeper down his throat. The ridge of the crown hit his soft palate. He gagged, eyes watering, but pushed through. Luke’s grip tightened. A shudder ran through the trainer’s powerful thighs. Ben felt the tremor vibrate through the cock filling his mouth. Saliva slicked his chin. He breathed through his nose, nostrils flaring, inhaling Luke’s scent. Leather. Coconut oil. Pure male arousal.  The drug surged anew in his blood, merging with the taste of Luke, the heat, the pressure. His world narrowed to this: the weight on his tongue, the fingers in his hair, the desperate ache in his own groin pressing against unforgiving vinyl.

Luke's thick cock plunged deeper, stretching Ben's throat raw. Ben gagged, eyes watering as spit dripped down his neck onto the vinyl. His hands scrabbled uselessly against Luke's thighs, not pushing away, just clawing for purchase as the trainer fucked his face with brutal precision. Each thrust hammered against Ben's soft palate, triggering convulsive swallows that only seemed to drive Luke wilder. The bitter taste of precum mixed with residual coke powder flooded Ben's senses.

Luke yanked the towel off Ben's waist. Ben's cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and painfully hard, the swollen head glistening. It stood straight up, thicker than a beer can, veins pulsing visibly under the skin. Luke's calloused hand wrapped around the base, squeezing just shy of pain. "Fuck, you're built," Luke growled, thumb smearing a bead of precum over the slit. He stroked slowly, deliberately, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, letting the foreskin drag over the sensitive ridge. Ben's hips bucked off the table, a choked moan vibrating around the cock buried in his throat. Luke chuckled darkly, tightening his grip. "Easy, stud. We're just getting started." He trailed a finger up the throbbing underside, tracing the prominent vein, then flicked the swollen tip. Ben shuddered violently, his cock twitching in Luke's fist.

Without warning, Luke released Ben's hair, signaling him to lift his legs. Ben obeyed instantly, bending his knees toward his chest, exposing himself completely. Luke snatched the baggie, sprinkling a thick line of white powder directly onto Ben's tight, pink hole. He snorted most of it in one sharp inhale, eyes fluttering shut briefly before refocusing with predatory intensity. The remaining powder glistened on Ben's entrance. Luke spat onto his fingers, mixing saliva with the granules, then pressed a thick digit firmly against the clenching muscle. Ben gasped around Luke's cock as the finger breached him—slow, relentless pressure giving way to sudden, burning intrusion. Luke worked his finger deep, knuckle-deep, curling and scissoring, stretching Ben open. The dual sensation—throat stuffed full, ass invaded—made Ben's vision blur. Luke added a second finger, thrusting hard and fast now, the wet squelch loud in the room.

Luke withdrew his fingers abruptly, replaced by the hot, wet pressure of his tongue. He rimmed Ben with rough, open-mouthed licks, tongue delving deep into the loosened hole, lapping up the remaining powder. Ben screamed, the sound muffled and guttural around the cock still pistoning in his throat. Luke's hands gripped Ben's hips, hauling him backward off the table. "Couch. Now," he ordered, voice ragged. Ben stumbled on shaky legs, collapsing onto the leather couch on all fours, ass high, his massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs. He pushed his hips back, hole clenching around nothing. "Please," Ben begged, voice wrecked. "Need it... fuck me..." Luke climbed behind him, one thick arm snaking around Ben's throat in a vise-like chokehold, cutting off his air. The other guided his cockhead to Ben's stretched entrance. With a brutal shove, Luke sheathed himself to the hilt. Ben's cry strangled into a gasp as Luke began pounding him—deep, punishing strokes that jolted his entire body forward with each thrust. Ben's cock swung wildly, slapping against his stomach, leaking steadily onto the couch as Luke's hips slammed into his ass with a wet, rhythmic smack.

Luke tightened the chokehold, Ben's vision spotting. Every ragged breath he managed was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and sex. Luke's cock dragged against Ben's prostate on every inward plunge, igniting electric shocks of pleasure that warred with the suffocating pressure on his windpipe. Ben's huge cock throbbed violently, untouched, pre-cum dripping in thick ropes onto the leather below. His balls drew up tight against his body. Luke fucked him like he was breaking him—no rhythm, just raw, animalistic drive. The slap of skin echoed off the walls. Ben's moans were choked, desperate things, his body arching and trembling as Luke's relentless assault pushed him toward the edge. He felt Luke's grip shift on his throat, fingers digging into the tendons, forcing his head back. "Take it," Luke snarled, breath hot against Ben's ear. "Take every fucking inch." Ben could only whimper, his world reduced to the brutal stretch of his ass, the crushing pressure on his throat, and the agonizing, untouched ache of his own cock.

The trainer's hips snapped forward harder, deeper. Ben felt Luke's balls slap against his taint. The sting of the chokehold blurred with the blinding pleasure radiating from his prostate. Luke’s free hand slid down Ben’s heaving flank, rough fingertips tracing the dip of his spine before grabbing a handful of ass cheek, spreading him wider. The penetration burned—a glorious, searing stretch that made Ben’s toes curl. Luke’s grunts grew guttural, primal. He buried himself to the root and held, grinding deep, making Ben feel every thick, pulsing inch. Ben’s cock twitched violently, leaking freely now. He was so close, teetering on the brink just from the brutal fucking and the chokehold’s dizzying rush. "Gonna come?" Luke rasped, tightening his arm. Ben nodded frantically, tears streaking his face, a strangled "yes" escaping his bruised throat.

Luke released the chokehold abruptly. Air flooded Ben’s lungs in a ragged gasp. Before he could recover, Luke’s hand shot between Ben’s legs, wrapping around the base of his monstrous cock. The grip was punishing—all pressure and friction. Luke jacked him hard and fast, his strokes short and brutal, twisting over the swollen head on every upstroke. Ben screamed, back bowing, as sensation overloaded him. Luke never slowed his thrusts, pistoning into Ben’s ass with jackhammer force while his fist worked Ben’s cock like he was trying to rip it off. The dual assault was merciless. Pleasure detonated at the base of Ben’s spine. His cock pulsed violently in Luke’s grip, thick ropes of cum erupting onto the couch cushions beneath him. Wave after wave tore through him, leaving him shuddering and slack-jawed, impaled and milked dry.

Luke roared, his hips slamming home one final time. Ben felt the hot, sudden flood deep inside him as Luke came—a pulsing, possessive release that filled him to overflowing. Luke collapsed forward, his chest plastered to Ben’s sweat-slicked back, his breath hot and uneven against Ben’s shoulder. They stayed locked together, Luke still buried deep, Ben’s spent cock twitching weakly against Luke’s relentless fist. The air hung thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled release. Ben’s body trembled, utterly wrecked, every nerve still singing. Luke’s chuckle was a low rumble against his skin. "Good boy," he murmured, teeth grazing Ben’s shoulder blade. "Knew you had it in you." Ben could only moan, boneless and buzzing, the drugs and the brutal claiming leaving him hollowed out and humming.

Slowly, Luke pulled out. Ben gasped at the sudden emptiness, the cool air stinging his stretched, used hole. Cum dripped down his inner thighs. Luke stood, stretching his powerful frame, muscles flexing. He grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his cock with rough efficiency before tossing it toward Ben’s face. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, voice already regaining its sharp edge. Ben caught the towel weakly, the rough fabric scraping his oversensitive skin as he wiped the mess from his stomach and thighs. His hole clenched involuntarily, sore and open. Luke watched him, eyes dark, appreciative. "That ass," he said, almost to himself. "Built for taking cock." He reached down, tracing the swollen rim with a possessive fingertip, making Ben flinch and shudder. "Still hungry?"

Luke moved to the coffee table, pulling out the baggie. His movements were precise, practiced. He tapped out four thick lines onto the glass surface. The powder gleamed under the dim light. "Smoke or snort?" Luke asked, glancing up at Ben, who was still slumped on the couch, legs trembling. Ben hesitated, voice hoarse. "Never... smoked it before." Luke smirked. "Snort first." He handed Ben a short straw. Ben leaned forward, nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply. The bitter sting flooded his sinuses, sharpening the buzzing high instantly. Luke followed, snorting his line with a powerful sniff. Then Luke produced a small glass pipe and torch. He heated the tube until it glowed, expertly vaporizing the remaining powder into thick white smoke. "Seal tight," he commanded. Ben pressed his lips against Luke’s, feeling the hot rush of smoke flood his mouth and lungs. He coughed violently, eyes watering. Luke laughed. "Your turn." Ben fumbled with the pipe, mimicking Luke’s motions. He inhaled deeply, leaned in, and pushed the smoke into Luke’s mouth. Luke grabbed Ben’s head, holding him close, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thin stream through his nose. "Good," Luke murmured, pulling Ben into a rough, claiming kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting chemicals and sweat.

Luke pulled Ben onto his lap on the couch. Ben straddled him, feeling Luke’s hard cock pressing insistently against his ass crack. Luke spread his legs wide, trapping Ben between his thighs. Their kissing grew frantic, hungry & wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. Hands roamed, grabbing, squeezing. Luke’s erection slid slickly against Ben’s cleft, bumping his hole. Ben ground down instinctively, seeking friction. After minutes of fevered exploration, Luke gripped Ben’s hips firmly. He lifted him effortlessly, poised to impale him. But Ben shifted suddenly, taking control. He crouched over Luke’s lap, hooking his right hand behind Luke’s neck for leverage. Slowly, agonizingly, he lowered himself onto Luke’s thick cock. The stretch burned anew. Ben gasped, sinking inch by inch until Luke was fully seated inside him. Luke groaned, hands immediately finding Ben’s nipples, pinching, twisting the sensitive nubs until Ben cried out. One hand slid down Ben’s stomach, wrapping around his swollen cock. Luke stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking slit in rhythm with Ben’s tentative rocking.

Ben rode Luke in the cowboy position, thighs straining. He rose and fell, controlling the depth, setting a steady, grinding pace. Luke’s cock dragged relentlessly against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Luke’s hands stayed busy, one twisting a nipple, the other pumping Ben’s shaft. Ben threw his head back, moaning freely now, lost in sensation. Then Luke shifted. He slid his hands under Ben’s thighs, lifting him clear off the couch. Ben cried out as gravity took over. Luke bounced him effortlessly, driving his cock impossibly deep with each downward plunge. Ben’s prostate was hammered relentlessly. He had no leverage, no control, just pure, overwhelming sensation. "That’s it," Ben gasped, eyes rolling back. "Don’t stop!" 

Luke drove into Ben harder, faster. Seven minutes felt like forever. He pulled Ben into a searing kiss, then lowered him onto his back on the couch. Pushing Ben’s knees to his chest, Luke stood on the cushions above him. He fucked him top-down, deep, powerful strokes that knocked the air from Ben’s lungs. The meth buzz intensified every nerve ending. Pleasure crested suddenly. Ben yelled, arching violently as thick ropes of cum shot onto his own face and chest. Luke chuckled darkly, wiping a finger through the mess. He shoved it into Ben’s mouth. "Taste it," he growled. Ben sucked obediently. Luke’s thrusts became frantic, brutal. He grunted, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck—taking it!" Luke roared, slamming deep. His cock pulsed violently inside Ben as he came, flooding him anew. He collapsed beside Ben, breathing hard.

They lay tangled in silence, sticky and spent. Ben’s chest heaved. Luke traced idle patterns on Ben’s hip. The coke and meth buzz softened into a heavy, satisfied hum. Later, as moonlight filtered through the blinds, Luke rolled Ben onto his stomach. He entered him again without preamble, fucking him slow and deep until Ben shuddered through another dry, aching climax. Hours after that, Luke woke him with a hand on his shoulder. "Last time," he murmured, pushing Ben onto his knees by the couch. Ben braced himself, moaning softly as Luke filled him from behind, deep, grinding thrusts that left him trembling and hollowed out by dawn.

The silence stretched. Luke’s fingertips brushed Ben’s cum-streaked stomach, smearing the cooling mess. Ben flinched at the touch, oversensitive and raw. "Still buzzing?" Luke’s voice was rough, almost conversational. Ben nodded, swallowing against a dry throat. The meth still thrummed beneath his skin, sharpening the ache in his ass and the sting of his nipples. Luke sat up, wiping his hand on the towel beneath them. He surveyed the wreckage, crumpled towels, the pipe on the floor. He knew Ben would be a good fuck but he never expected the whole night. Ben left right before the dawn to go home and catch up on some much needed sleep.  Luke answer “of course”