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The jocks stared down at you with those amused smirks that had always turned you on. They'd found your hiding spot in the locker room where you'd stare at them and stroke your cock. After that even their himbo brains could put 2 & 2 together and figured out that their missing equipment wasn't lost, it was stolen. They told you you had a day to return what you had stolen from them or there would be consequences.
Fast forward to the next day, you came to the locker room with you backpack full of their gear. You tried to dump it and leave but they caught you. You were to weak to fight against these strong musculare hunks, so you had no choice but to do as they said.
The team captain walked up to you, looked at you with disgust, and ripped the clothing from your body. After that things moved quickly. Members of the team offered up their sweatiest peices of gear, and you were made to wear them. The musk was overwhelming, but atleast the cup that covered your cock didn't show your erection. Their sweat seeped into you skin and made you dumb. The cup over your face was filled with the stink of sweat and piss and cum. The smells and the sweat destroyed your mind.
There was no point in letting you go, so the Jocks shared your body. Each one took a turn using mindless stink obsessed body. They left you as a gift for next years team, and now you are permanent property of the team. Not that you care. The cups that cover your cock may hide your erections, but the look of orgasmic pleasure in your eyes as you huff the fresh musk from an the athletic cup over your mouth and nose tells people what they need to know. You love your new life.
"You must obey Master. You must serve Master. You are his slave."
Those words echoed around the emtpy room, piercing Silas's mind. He couldn't take much more. It had been days since Silas was taken by master no, not master, Silas thought, hes just some psycho from English class. It had been days since he had been taken.
The "training" had started emediatly. The first thing master... no, not master. The first thing he did was take all Silas' clothes, he has no idea what he did with them. Silas was cuffed and collared, he couldn't Fight, the drugs in his system made him too weak to resist. Silas was left alone after that. His new home, a blank room, brought him no comfort.
Unknown to him, a side effect of the drugs he had been given was near uncontrollable horniness and Silas found himself furiously Masturbating. Master couldn't allow that, locking Silas in a firm chastity belt, leaving him in a state of denial, horniness, groggyness, and desperation.
Then the noise started, a soft but intense buzzing that drilled its way into his brain, calming him somehow, breaking down his defenses. The voice started soft, telling him that he was a slave, telling him to obey. Slave tried to resist, but he knows now that he was wrong to.
Silas must obey Master. Silas must serve Master. Silas is Master's slave.
Thirsty?? Hahaha don't care 😂
My mission is to destroy that sissy pussy😈😈💀
