Football jock Cooper endures more bound gang banging from his teammates in the conclusion of Baby's Incorporated.
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Baby's Incorporated - Part 8
by GuysGoNakieForMe
Series: Baby's Incorporated
Tethered to a hammock inside the blackbox, quarterback Cooper McLaughlin's muscles ached. Anus and face hot-waxed smooth, doused with perfume, his plump lips painted a deep, shiny magenta, Cooper was experiencing the revenge of Coach Capilletti. Coop had participated in the Coach's forced milking by giving the Coach a nice prostate massage…with his eight inch uncut cock! Now the tables were turned, and Coop was the one immobilized. The roofies in his system pretty much meant he was powerless to refuse what was happening…as if he had a choice.
Outside the box, his buds from the football team were already lined up, ready to take their turn with the groupie slut who'd volunteered her mouth and ass to the team, not realizing who their whore REALLY was. He'd been warned by the Coach not to speak or reveal in any way who it was they really were about to fuck -- and Coop as all to willing to keep this horrible secret. Even worse, the silicon milker that had coaxed load after load from Coach Capiletti's unwilling balls was now attached to his own phallus. Heated and automatically lubing his pole every 30 seconds as it hummed and gripped around him, Coop truly felt like a whore as his erect cock betrayed him.
Jess Spencer had already dumped a huge load across his tongue, painting his face in the process, and his ass-cherry had been taken by the latino football stud he'd once called his best friend. Now Coach Capiletti was asking, "Who's next? Step up boys. This bitch is hungry!"
There was laughing, high-fiving, the sound of large young palms slapping against broad muscular backs. Bobby Wagner stepped up to the hole nearest Coop's mouth. He had curly blond shoulder length hair, and his deep tan made him look more like a surfer that a football player. When he broke into a grin, two dimples were chiseled into his cheeks. Now he was grinning that grin.
"Girl, here's what I want you to do. Trace your tongue from my balls to the head of my dick. I want you to worship this cock before you suck it!"
He crouched beside the box, gripping the ends with two hands. He lowered his fat, lemon-sized nuts onto the slut's tongue and released a sigh as he felt her trace over their surface. Each nut was protected by a platinum blond nest of blond fur and Coop really had to work to make them wet.
"Atta girl!", Bobby encouraged, "that's real nice!"
Coop slurped wetly, and the sound was both delicious and obscene, sending a bunch of the football players fishing into their jockstraps to pull out their cocks. Bobby shifted so that his balls pulled free of the whore's mouth and now the hungry tongue was tracing up the tumescent cockshaft. Coop paused mid-way up as his tongue made contact with the rifer of salty-sweet precum dripping down the shaft.
"A little taste of what's to cum baby… if you keep doing what you're doing!", Bobby smirked.
Shifting a final time, Bobby placed his cock knob against the "girl's" lips.
"Kiss it baby…Just keep kissing it."
Coops lips preesed softly against the head at first, lips parting slowly with each successive kiss. Bobby watched in dumbfounded amazement as the whore kept taking more of his dick in "her" mouth with heath kiss.
"Aw fuck, he said, his eyes rolling back in his head, "She is gobbling my dick right up!"
Staring ahead, Coop could see the beautiful fluffy halo of blond curls at the base of the fat cockshaft, forcing his throat to relax so that he could bury his nose in their downy softness. As he got closer, he could see his teammate's ridged abs tighten with each swallow, until at last his lower lip was buffered against the fullness of Bobby Wagner's ballsac and his nose was buried in the Ivory Snow- freshness of his golden pubes.
"Yeah girl, that's fuckin' awesome", Bobby screamed as he began to throatfuck his prone and disguised quarterback.
Justin Donatelli, took that as his cue to step up to the back hole and take his turn. "Keep her busy there, Bobby," Justin called out, "and she'll never know what just hit her.
Justin was 6'4, dark hair, dark eyes, furry buddy. He'd been the first one on the block to grow pubes. He'd had a five 'o'clock shadow in the sixth grade. He had as much testosterone coursing thru his veins as he had blood. but he was amazingly gentle with the whore… at first.
He traced his hands over her sweet ass-cheekslike he was petting a small rabbit. He gently parted them, spit onto the pretty pink hole and slipped two long, Italian fingers inside. Though her mouth was full of Bobby Wagner's cock, he could sworn that she gently moaned when he fingered her.
"You like that babydoll? Then you are going to love this…"
His cock was nearly purple as he pressed the fist-sized knob agains the hole.
"Don't be frightened, babydoll, I won't hurt you…much"
Grabbing the box for leverage, Justin pushed forward. Her ass was already broken in, prelubed with the cum of his team mate, so Justin didn't need to push nearly as hard as he would have liked. As he shoved himself into the fire-oven warmth of her asshole, he imagined what it would have been like to take her ass dry. Still, this little whore accepted his mammoth cock. Was she pushing back to take more. Shit yeah she was!
The milker around Coop McLaughlin's cock increased its speed just as the studs on either end started to ream his holes.
"Her throat is bottomless," Wagner called across to Donatelli.
"This bitch is milking my dick like she was trained for it," Donatelli said, swallowing.
Once again, Coop McLaughlin was working both ends, determined to make both team mates cum at the same time. But he felt Donatelli pull out. What was going on.
Donatelli was now beside Wagner.
"Just let her suck on the knob", he instructed.
Swirling his tongue in agonizing circle's around Bobby's cock head, it didn't take long till he was on the edge.
"Open your fucking mouth WIDE bitch", Donatelli barked
Coop extended his tongue and opened wide just in time to feel TWO cock knobs side b side against his lips. An arm around one another for balance, Bobby Wagner and Justin Donatelli started shooting their loads into the whore's mouth at the same time.
"Fuck Yeah."he heard from two different voices as two thick cum streams hosed his mouth.
"Lean your head back bitch, don't lose any. And don't swallow till I say so" Justin barked.
Coop's mouth was quickly filling, almost to the brink, with cum.
Suddenly he heard clicks; saw flashes. Coop realized his overflowing mouth was being preserved, digitally, door posterity.
"Now swallow, whore"
Coop gulped it back, choking as much as he could down, but some overflowed his lips and glazed his chin.
Justin scooped it up and fed it to him, letting the submissive little slut lick his finger clean.
"Say thank you, bitch" Justin ordered.
Knowing he could never speak, Coop McLaughlin did the only thing he COULD do. He gratefully kissed Justin Donatelli's spit and cum glazed finger.
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Trussed to a hammock inside the blackbox, football stud Cooper McLaughlin's muscles throbbed. His asshole and face had been hot-waxed smooth and he had been drenched with cheap perfume; his temptingly thick lips had been coated with glossy red lipstick as Cooper was experiencing the revenge of Coach Capilletti. Coop had joined in the Coach's forced cock-milking by some fucked up fertility doctor. He's been lured there under the pretext that he'd be meeting some football scouts. Instead he found his coach tethered to a crossbar, his massive dick suctioned to a silicon milking machine. The doctor was being paid to get the coach, whose potency was legend (at 28 he already had a brood of kids, and he'd knocked up a bunch more women beyond that). Once in captivity, rich women who preferred to remain private, laid on gurneys on the other side of a protective wall as the coach's cock was milked into a pneumatic tube that blasted his sperm deep into their cervixes. When he arrived Cooper had found the coach bound, glistening with sweat and moaning softly as his cock was milked for the fifth or sixth time. The doctor met him, and offered the football stud $1,000 to help the Coach produce a seventh load by giving the Coach a nice prostate massage… with his eight inch uncut cock! After getting the coach to cum, Cooper had blasted his own load -- twelve thick creamy blasts -- directly into the coach's mouth. After seeing the potency of this young stud, the doctor had drugged Coop and released the Coach to supervise the cock-milking of Cooper McLaughlin. Now Coop was the one immobilized. The roofies in his system pretty much meant he was powerless to refuse what was happening…as if he had a choice.
The doctor had invited the rest of the football team under quite a different pretext -- an anonymous female groupie wanted to service the team… under two conditions: 1) that nobody could see her face; and 2) that her pussy aws off limits. The team could use her ass and mouth as many times as they wanted, but no pussy.
The four members of the the football team who'd already taken advantage of the groupie-slut were sitting down, catching their breath, getting ready for sloppy seconds. Meanwhile, Adam Polaski strolled up to the whole in a way that could only be described as "cocky" in every way. He was 6'4" of solid, rippling muscle and looked more like the stare of a Greek god than a college football player -- and he knew it. His 9" fucker was already hard, purple and dripping.
"Give it a kiss, whore," he grumbled in a deep bass baritone.
Coop, lipstick smeared, face glued down with two loads of cum, parted his lips around the purple knob and began to worship it with his lips and tongue. He had no choice. The roofs he'd ingested had somehow stopped his will to resist and he had to submit to whatever carnal torture his teammates ordered him to endure.
Even worse, the silicon milker that had coaxed load after load from Coach Capiletti's unwilling balls was now attached to his own phallus. Heated and automatically lubing his pole every 30 seconds as it hummed and gripped around him. Subliminally he was beginning to associate the delicious feelings on his cock with the action of sucking cock.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," the Polish lineman moaned as Cooper swirled his tongue around the fat mushroom knob. Then he pulled out and did something totally unexpected. Adam Polaski kneeled down to the hole in the box and kissed the mouth of the female groupie.
Coop felt the rough stubble grind against his chin as Adam Polaski slipped his tongue into his mouth. His breath tasted of beer and cigarettes, but still, for some reason it made Cooper McLaughlin's cock throb.
Adam stood back up and said, "Now get back to work, girl," and slipped his knob back between the willingly parted lips. Adam started to buck his hips ever cogently, and with each thrust his cock went in a little further… a little further… until the knob hit the opening to the sluts throat.
"Take a nice deep breath through your nose, girl," was all the warning Coop got before the fat purple knob pierced his gullet and was stuffed into his throat.
The crowd laughed and clapped at the sound of choking as Coop frantically tried to get the cock out of his throat. Each convulsive grip, though, only made a nice tight caress around Adam's fat Polish cock. At last, the lineman pulled back and everyone could hear the bitch in the box frantically gulping in air. They laughed.
"Maybe this could help keep the whore focused," Rusty Harris said, stepping to the rear of the box. The punter was only 5'8, but it was lean hard muscle. A rippling eight-pack adorned the alabaster flesh of the redhead. His smooth chest was capped with puffy pink nipples, and in contrast his cock was rock hard.
Rusty brought his dick to the groupie's asshole. "That ass is so sweet and round," he thought to himself, "and I am going to ruin it."
Though his cock was smaller than those that had fucked the ass earlier, he was determined to fill it like it had never been filled before.
Grabbing the cheeks and parting them, he brought his knob to the soft pink hole, pre-lubd with the cum of his teammates. He stuffed the knob in easily, pausing a moment to enjoy the furnace-heat of her ass. Then, grabbing the edges of the lucite box, he let all 7 inches slide inside. There was slight resistance, but just enough to make her ass nice and tight. Now inside, Rusty began to piston-fuck her ass like a jack-hammer. He was like an animal in heat as he reamed that hole. His teammates watched in awe as the little punter fucked that bitch hard and deep, his eight-pack contracting with each thrust. Somehow, though, he was pacing himself, so he didn't cum too soon. He was determined to make this last and to make this an event that their fan would never forget.
Adam, meanwhile, kept throat-fucking Coop. The massive lineman would ram his cock balls-deep allowing Coop's spasming throat to milk his dick, then release it just in time for the bitch to catch another breath of air before being stuffed with cock again.
Coop was dizzy from the oxygen deprivation, and all his blood seemed to be going to his rock-hard cock, which was being milked mechanically as it was encased within the silicon tube.
From behind, Rusty had finally reached the point of no return.
"Take it bitch, take it" the horny little redhead screamed as four…five…six molten blasts of cockmilk blasted up Cooper McLaughlin's used rectum. Rusty's final slams moved the box forward a bit, forcing Coop's throat even further around Adam's dick. This was just the added sensation Adam needed to unload. "Oh sweet Jesus", Adam moaned as he flooded Cooper's throat and mouth with syrupy seed. He blasted faster than Cooper could swallow and some actually came out Cooper's nose. Still the massive lineman would not pull out. Not until he'd unloaded fully.
At last he pulled his cock from the groupie-whore's mouth. "Girlie, get it all." Coop licked the cook clean, and as he did he felt Rusty wipe the last remnants of his cum onto his ass cheeks. "Thanks, that was fun, bitch", the redhead laughed, his smooth pale chest and abs a glistening mirror of sweat.
Just as Coop lapped up the last remnants of jizz from Adam Polaski, the doctor remotely turned up the speed of the cock-milker, driving him over the edge. With Adam's cock resting on his tongue he began to moan, shooting thick white cum into the collection tube. His cumload was shot through the tube and directly into the waiting pussy of one of the doctor's clients.
"Oooooooooh, god, yessssssss," the client moaned into a little microphone near her head. The sound came back out through strategically placed speakers inside the box, making it sound like they were Coop's orgasmic moans.
"Fuck, this whore just cummed," Adam laughed to the crowd. "I think she wants more."
"Not a problem" responded a voice in the crowd. Four more football players stripped off their pants, their cocks already rock hard. Inside the box, the roofies were beginning to wear off. No longer bound by what the drugs were forcing him to do, Coop was faced with a choice. Continue to service his buddies, or reveal the awful truth of what was going on…..
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