The stadium lights had just shut off leaving the locker room bathed in a dim humming glow. The smell of sweat, musk and leather hung heavy in the air, thick enough to make any outsider choke. The match had been brutal, every tackle hard every sprint pushing them past exhaustion. But none of that compared to what was about to happen behind the ocked door.
Skye sat on the bench, his jersey clinging damp to his skin, chest heaving. He'd been the star of the game again, the one they all depended on- the pretty, stubborn boy who carried them to victory. He was flushed, lips parted, hair damp with sweat that stuck to his forehead. Too beautiful. Too tempting. And the team was done just watching him shine on the field.
Roman, the captain, leaned against the row of lockers with a smirk, peeling off his own shirt to reveal a body built from years of punishment in the gym. He didn't need to speak; his gaze alone made Skye's stomach twist. The rest of the team shifted around him, laughing low, eyes fixed on their prize.
"You think you can keep stealing the spotlight, huh?" Roman's voice was low, a growl that made Skye's spine tighten.
"Out there you're ours. In here... you're going to learn what that really means."
Before Skye could react, two of the guys- Drew and Landon- moved in. Drew grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the cold metal of the locker behind him while Landon yanked his legs apart, forcing him open on the bench.
"W-Wait-" Skye's protest barely escaped his lips before Roman's hand closed around his jaw, forcing his head back until their eyes met.
"No waiting," Roman hissed. "You're going to take all of us tonight. And you're going to love it."
The team crowded closer, surrounding him like predators circling prey. He was trapped, their bodies forming a wall of heat and sweat, the scent of male musk thickening as jerseys hit the floor, shorts yanked down without hesitation. Skye's pulse raced- half terror, half something darker, something he couldn't admit even to himself.
Roman pressed his thumb against Skye's bottom lip, prying it open, before shoving his cock inside without warning. Skye gagged immediately, throat clenching, but Roman only held him tighter, his other hand gripping the back of Skye's head to keep him still.
"That's it. Choke on your captain," Roman snarled, hips snapping forward.
The sound of Skye gagging filled the locker room, echoed by the heavy breaths and low laughs of the rest of the team. Drew leaned close to Skye's ear whispering filth while keeping his wrists pinned tight. "Better open up that throat. You've got a long night ahead of you."
At the same time, Landon had shoved Skye's shorts and underwear down to his ankles, exposing him completely to the hungry eyes around. Another player- Cooper knelt between his legs, spit dripping from his lips before he pressed his tongue roughly against Skye's hole, forcing it open. Skye jerked, muffled cries vibrating around Roman's cock, but no one stopped.
Roman shoved deeper down his throat relentless, while Cooper's tongue worked him open from below. Skye's chest rose and fell wildly, tears blurring his vision as he was overwhelmed from both ends.
"Fuck, he's tight already," Cooper muttered between licks, fingers spreading him wider. "He's begging for it."
"Then give it to him," Roman barked without slowing, rutting into Skye's mouth.
Cooper didn't hesitate. He spat again, slicked his cock roughly, and shoved in without warning. Skye's whole body arched muffled scream vibrating around Roman as he was split open hard and fast.
The rest of the team groaned at the sight, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. "Damn, look at him take it," one muttered. "He's made for this."
Roman tightened his grip on Skye's head holding him flush to his crotch as he came down his throat, forcing him to swallow every drop. Skye coughed and choked eyes watering, but Roman only smirked. He pulled out slowly, slapping his cock against Skye's cheek.
"Don't think it's over," Roman said, voice dripping with authority. "That was just the start. You're going to service every one of us until you can't even walk out of here."
Cooper was still pounding into him relentless, grunts echoing as his hips slammed against Skye's ass. Skye writhed, wrists straining against Drew's hold, but his body betrayed him- heat pooling low, every thrust sparking unwanted pleasure. His whimpers only drove the others wilder.
One by one, they closed in, waiting to use him, to claim him until he was nothing but theirs.
And Skye trapped in their hands, knew there was no escape.