I was gonna have to play the best I’d ever had, today. Knowing he was here, supporting me, watching me - besides making my stomach turn from the nerves - it also gave me strength. This game is more important than you think. But it was the first time he had explicitly told me he’d be there, front row for my first game of the season. I knew he had come to watch my football games before, through the years I’d known him. Close to the field, sitting with several suited old men. In the massive crowd of blue and yellow, a whole stadium filled with thousands of cheering fans, I found his eyes within seconds. I looked up at the rows and rows of seats.
Full house, tonight everyone had come to watch the opening game of the season. We ran out onto the field, and the air erupted with ear-deafening cheers. These last few months had been the hardest of my life. The torture was heavier than ever, Master had refused to fuck me for an entire month, Shawn found out about my secret and started blackmailing me with it, and I had to get used to sleeping in a metal cage on the floor. Since the last season ended, I had been forced to break up with Ashley, move in with Master, and wear a chastity cage on my dick without a clue as to when I could take it off. This was the first game of the season, the first real game of football I would be able to play in months. This was not the time to think about Joe - or his penis, damn it. Suddenly, Coach called everyone to the front, and I forced myself to switch into football mode. Or at least that’s what I wanted to believe. It was just because of the training, not because of Joe. On top of that, I hadn’t been able to get hard myself since April of course I was obsessed with cock. I’d been tortured till I begged for cock, made to watch gay porn for hours, and forced to sit on dildos so big they could’ve torn me apart.įor months, I’d been worshipping my Owner’s monstrous dick.
Quickly, in my head, I tried to blame it on Master’s training.įor months, all I’d been able to think about was dick, every single day. Never in my life had I thought about Joe’s cock - it was just wrong. The guy I’d shared a room with for 2.5 years. This was my best friend, I was thinking about. Big, sweaty, juicy - fuck.Īs soon as the thought entered my brain, my cheeks flared up, my stomach turning with shame. We’re gonna fucking destroy ‘em.”įor a split second, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He gave me a smile, and patted my shoulder pads. We were still in the locker room, getting geared up for the game. Joe’s voice woke me from my trance, and I looked up, quickly mustering a grin.