(Starring Michael Owen)
Diomedes Hunter sat at his desk flicking through the day's newspapers. Every sports' page made mention of the infamous Owens incident that had occured last night. The more respectable newspapers had published a statement from a BBC spokesman that said Michael was merely suffering from hayfever and had been trying to sneeze.
Hunter smirked and turned to the double page spread in the Sun, across which was a blown up screen-cap of Michael with his head back and mouth open.
"Oh-ens puts the OO back in football," blared the the headline. The article then went on to detail Michael's squeaky-clean history and then the incident itself, including a comment about "mopping up."
This was perfect, thought Hunter. He hadn't planned this little episode, but it was proof that the phynlthylodine was working. Now the tabloids had gotten wind that something was up, they would pursue him until every sordid detail came out. And then there was the video.
Hunter had always intended to sell it, keeping a copy for himself of course. It would be the final nail in the coffin. He already had a porn distributer in Holland ready to produce copies. Of course, the other players' faces would be distorted - all people would see was Michael Owens taking it like a pussy-boy
He was almost there.
* * * * *
"So what actually happened last night?" asked Jerry Stevens as he lathered his body with showergel.
Michael smiled slightly and gave the stock reply, exactly how Dupret had told him. "I was sneezing. It's this bloody hayfever."
"Pull the other one, sniggered Emile Harris from his left. "You don't have hayfever any more than I have trouble getting it up."
Michael laughed. "Oh yeah?"
Harris turned and displayed his erect black tool, wiggling it suggestively. Michael looked up and down his hard dark body and immediately started to harden.
"As you can see," continued Harris smugly. "No problems there."
Stevens walked over to Harris and touched his boner, smiling. "Come on, Mick, admit it. You wanked on the telly. It's ok."
Michael said nothing but kept watching Stevens stroking Harris' imposing cock. The thing had to be at least nine inches, and thick. He jumped as Stevens touched his right nipple.
"Feels good, right? Seems everyone's been a bit ummm, sensitive lately."
Michael moved in closer and wrapped his hand tight around Stevens' stiff cock. "You asking for a shag, Jez?"
Stevens' grin answered the question. Michael started stroking Harris' broad chest with his free hand as he worked on Jez's hardon.
The boom of the closing door echoed throughout the locker room. They broke hastily and resumed showering. Michael glanced over his shoulder and saw his master. Stevens and Harris followed suit. They all knew why he was here and what he had brought for them.
They stepped away from the showers and fell to their knees, mouths wide open. The master administered their vitamins then stepped back. He and his two henchman, one holding a camcorder, watched silently.
Michael turned to Stevens, then Harris. He knelt down in front of him and started to run his lips up and down the dark shaft. Then he took Harris in his mouth and swallowed the enormous dick in one go.
He sighed happily as Jez' finger pushed its way into his ass from behind and began twisting from side to side, loosening up his ring. Michael had noticed the distinct lack of pubic hair on Harris' crotch. He clasped Emile's buttocks with his hands and realised that the it had been shaved, along with his crotch. Well, so what? As long as everything else was in working order.
As Michael sucked, a number of images flashed through his mind. All he wanted to do was let Emile take his big black tool and use it to plug his ass. Jez' finger only helped to amplify the visions.
Then Michael moved round behind Harris and pushed his tongue between the Emile's taut buttocks. Stevens had started sucking Emile off. Michael preferred it this way. There was something so good about tasting a man this way. It made him feel dirty, bad, and he liked it.
Emile turned around and looked down at him. Michael lay back, spreading his legs. He didn't care if it hurt, he wanted that big cock to fuck him until he screamed. It started to slide into him. He gritted his teeth as the head burrowed deep into his ass.
It was much thicker than Jamie's dick had been, and thickness, Michael was discovering, was everything. He let out a groan as Emile's hard ramrod finally made it all the way inside and started to slide back and forth.
Michael just had time to hook his legs over Emile's broad shoulders before his vision was completely obscured by Jez' ass. For a moment, he felt claustrophobic - not being able to see that thick member thrusting into his butt while his nose was jammed against another man's crack.
The feeling passed. Michael began to search for Jez's asshole with his tongue. He promptly found it and wasted no time licking it out. At first they were subtle, tickling motions, but then Jez started to press down on his face, almost begging Michael's tongue to explore him deeper.
Michael had no problem with that. He shoved his tongue inside Jez, tasting that familiar male musk. Emile was jackhammering his ass now, helped by Stevens, who was holding Michael by the ankles and spreading his legs wider.
The pleasure was exquisite, thought Michael. His cock was rock-hard, but there was nothing he could do about it. Even his moans of pleasure were stifled by Jez' buttocks, where his breath tickled and condensed around his puckered asshole.
He was almost shocked when he felt Emile's cock leave his body and Jez get off him.
"I wanna fuck you like a dog," grunted Emile.
Michael looked from him to Jez, who was also stroking his hard prick. Facing him, Michael got on his hands and knees and waited. He felt the rough intrusion of Emile's nine-incher a second later. This time he screamed.
Then his mouth was stopped up. He gagged on Jez' dick as it forced its way into his mouth and down his throat. Michael quickly recovered and started to deep-throat his team mate quite easily.
This was perfect, he thought to himself. Boned one end, sucking off at the other. It was all so...natural. Both cocks thrust into him in beatiful unison. Now if only someone would stimulate his own poor dick, which throbbed hard against his belly.
Both his friends were getting rougher now with their respective orgasms impending. Emile had him by the hips, pumping at his tightening asshole hard while Jez had a fistful of hair in his hand, using it to guide Michael's head over his stiff length.
And then it happened. In his ass, in his throat, it happened simultaneously. Two hot wads of jism burst into him, one from each man. Michael closed his eyes, squeezing them so tightly shut that his vision whited out.
The groans of his team mates slowly subsided and he opened his eyes. His first instinct was to reach back and touch his sore, and now- vacant, bumhole. Then his hand slipped from there to his cock. It was sticky to touch, and when he peered back between his legs he saw a small puddle of his own cum.
Emile and Jez were both smiling widely. Michael grinned back. He felt like he'd just blasted a ball into the back of the opponent's net.
* * * * *
Johnny arrived home late that night. He set his Burger King takeout on the table and headed for the bathroom to freshen up. Then he heard grunts coming from Michael's room. The door was ajar, so Johnny crept forward.
As he came closer, the noises became clearer. There was definitely someone else with Michael. Johnny knelt down and peered around the door. A man's back was just visible. He chanced nudging the door open wider. Now he could see perfectly.
Long brown hair clung to the man's sweat-covered back. Michael's feet rested on his heaving shoulders. Johnny could see the fair-skinned cock, which he was sure belonged to Patrick Berrenger, plunging into Michael's ass.
And the sounds. The steady slapping noise was accompanied by groans of unadulterated pleasure from both men. Despite his intense jealousy, Johnny found himself hard in his jeans. The temptation was imposible to resist - he started stroking himself.
Berrenger was making short, sharp thrusts into Michael's asshole now. Johnny couldn't see his face, but with every intromission his toes curled tightly. He was loving every minute that Berrenger was in him.
It should be me doing that, he thought bitterly, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Life's just not fair.
Then it occured to him that all he had to do was walk in there for some action. Michael would just smile and spread his legs. After all, that was all he seemed to have been doing lately. Why not jump on the bandwagon and have a ride like everyone else?
But it wouldn't be right. None of this was right.
Johnny jumped up and marched into the room yelling, "Alright, you can stop that right now!"
Berrenger pitched forward with a cry then rolled off Michael, trying to cover his glistening shaft with his hands.
Michael started laughing. "Come on, Woody, there's plenty to go round."
Johnny watched in surprise as he reached over and swigged from a bottle of Absolut.
"Don't tell anyone," begged Berrenger, pulling on his underwear and jeans. "Please don't tell anyone."
Johnny caught him as he tried to stagger out of the bedroom. He was completely wasted. Michael had picked up a beer bottle and was working the neck into his butt as Johnny carried Berrenger out.
Ten minutes later, Johnny had put him in a cab and was about to return to the flat when a hand clasped his shoulder. He spun round to find his father standing there, bleary-eyed.
"Hello, boy," he slurred, clutching Johnny to steady himself.
Johnny steered him over to the steps and they sat down. It seemed as though it were a night for drunkeness.
"What's wrong?" asked Johnny.
"So much," replied Dupret. And then, more thoughtfully, he said, "You know I'm a good man, don't you Johnny? I know I was never really there for you or your mother, but I'm still a good man aren't I?"
" 'Course you are."
"Only, I've done something very bad..."
Johnny didn't think he could be shocked any more this week. He watched Dupret pull out a dropper bottle from his coat pocket. "What's that?"
"That," said Dupret as he handed the bottle to Johnny. "Is what's wrong with Michael."
* Johnny awoke in his bed with a wet sensation on his right foot. It took him a few seconds to realise that the covers had been thrown off and his underwear pulled down around his knees. He jerked his head and saw Michael kneeling at the foot of the bed with his toes crammed in his mouth.
"Get off!" he yelled, pulling his foot out of Michael's mouth.
"I was," grinned Michael. He climbed onto the bed and sat on Johnny's dick. "Calm down, Woody, I was only returning the favour."
Johnny went from angry to embarrassed. He jerked his body sideways causing Michael to topple off him onto the bed.
Michael laughed and lay on his side, brushing his hand up and down Johnny's chest. "Come on. We both know what we want, so let's just do it."
Johnny looked away from him at the clock. It was only half past five in the morning. Let's just do it. The offer was so enticing. Michael's hand felt so soothing on his body. Would it really be so bad to give in?
"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, mate," continued Michael. "Just let me suck you off. I'll let you put it in my bum as well, if you like. I just want you to cum inside me."
And that reminded Johnny why he had to ignore his libido for once. "Do you ever wonder why you feel like this, Mick?"
Michael shrugged. Johnny pulled the dropper bottle out of his drawer and showed it to him. "They've been giving you all this. My dad and some bloke named Hunter."
He had expected Michael to look shocked, or even upset that someone he trusted had betrayed him like this. Instead, he sat up straight, his eyes wide with greed.
"Let's have some, Woody. It'll be a laugh."
"No! This is what's been making you do all this crazy shit."
Michael made a grab for the bottle. "Give me the fuckin' thing!"
Johnny tried to roll off the bed but Michael pinned him down. The last thing he remembered seeing was Michael's raised fist.
* * * * *
Michael burst into the locker room and waved the bottle at his team mates. Redmond was already smiling devilishly. Sammy Henriksson and Jez stopped kicking a ball to each other and came closer.
Xander Westers and Jamie Callaghan, who were only in their briefs, walked up to him and fell to their knees, mouthes open.
Michael smiled to himself as he unscrewed the bottle. This was going to be fun.
* * * * *
Johnny felt himself being shaken hard. He opened his eyes and then glanced groggily from Dupret to a tall, dark-haired man. His jaw throbbed with pain. He pulled up his shorts to cover his nakedness, mumbling, "What's going on, Dad?"
"Where's Michael?" demanded the dark-haired man. Two ominous-looking thugs flanked him.
"Do you still have what I gave you last night?" asked Dupret, helping him up.
Johnny shook his head. "Michael's gone. He took the stuff with him."
"Then we must find him, and quickly," said the stranger.
And then Johnny realised who he was. As he turned to go, Johnny made a lunge at him, sending them both to the floor.
"You bastard! What did he ever do to you?" he yelled as Hunter's bodyguards pulled him off.
"He captivated me," grinned Hunter, getting to his feet and dusting his suit off. "And unrequited attraction is a painful thing, isn't it, Johnny?"
"So you try to ruin his career?"
"His career is the problem. Before now, Michael would never have even dreamt about doing what he's been doing with men. Even if he did, he'd be too ashamed to admit it. After all, no one likes a gay sportsman. So the answer is simple. Get rid of his career and he's mine for the taking."
"You really are a sick bastard," hissed Johnny. He turned to Dupret. "I can't believe you'd let him do this to Michael, Dad."
Dupret just shook his shoulders and looked away.
"Don't blame your father for the wise choice he made," taunted Hunter. "One way or another, Michael still would've ended up like this. And once he's finished in football, I'm going to turn him into my fuckboy. I think bondage would look especially good on him, don't you?"
With a final smirk, he nodded to his bodyguards, who threw Johnny to the floor and followed Hunter out.
"We have to get after them," he said to Dupret as he pulled on pair of jeans. "My money's on the training ground."
* * * * *
Michael gave a long moan of pleasure as he slid down onto Jamie Callaghan's stiff prick. He took the eight-incher easily, thanks to the ten minutes of solid rimming he'd gotten from several of the players at once.
Callaghan, who lay flat on the floor, began bucking his hips upwards. Michael rested his hands on Jamie's brought chest to steady himself, gasping as the hard member moved inside him.
The rest of the team stood around him in a circle, slowly stroking their hard cocks. Michael had sucked on each of them for a bit before finally deciding to take the ride on Jamie's. Patrick Berrenger was the first to make a move.
Michael opened his mouth as he stepped forward and swallowed his throbbing meat whole. Patrick pressed closer until his balls were squashed up against Michael's chin. He kept sucking, loving that smell of another man's cock.
A second one was forced into his mouth. Sammy Henriksson was its owner. He took fistful of Michael's hair and slowly slid his smooth hard shaft back and forth over his soft lips. Michael kept bouncing happily on Callaghan's cock. He was too horny to care what the others did to him - as long as he was being fucked.
And then he screamed out loud. Both Henriksson and Berrenger backed off in surprise. Michael turned his head round to see Xander Westers starting to cram his rock-hard eight inches of dickmeat into his ass along with Jamie's.
The pain was unbearable, almost as if his ass was being torn apart. It was.
"Come on," he grunted, pushing back onto both cocks. "Yeah, pork me like that!"
Being fucked like this had set his own dick ramrod-straight. With each thrust, a sharp tingle went all the way from the base of his balls to the crimson head of his cock. Berrenger and Henriksson came forward again, joined this time by Jez.
Michael opened his mouth wide and accepted all three simultaneously, lavishing them as best he could with his tongue. All he could think of was how much cum would shoot forth, over his mouth and down his throat. And then the two men to ejaculate their hot spunk deep inside his ass...
Hands were stroking his chest and cock now, from his left and right. He knew it was Jamie Redmond and Emile. They were wanking as the each took a hold of his tender nipples and pulled them taut.
Michael uttered a stifled grunt as Xander gripped his hips and started pumping harder, the top of his cockhead scraping all the way over the upper part of his rectum. Jamie Callaghan was taking it all in his stride, but Michael could see his blue eyes half closed and knew he was almost ready to cum.
The cocks in his mouth were close too. All three sets of balls had pulled up tightly. Michael groaned as Emile took a firm hold of his cock and balls and began to rub them. Redmond's hands busied themselves elsewhere - he reached under Callaghan and behind Westers to slide two fingers into their assholes.
"Ahhhh fuckkk!!!" yelled Jez suddenly. A second later, Michael tasted the first sour mouthful of cum as it spewed forth from Stevens' dickhead. With his tongue, he managed to coat some over Berrenger's and Henriksson's.
Michael ground his ass down over Jamie and Xander's cocks. He needed their cum to soothe his sore butt. Or maybe to lubricate it, he thought, looking up at the three guys he was sucking off.
Patrick was the next to come. His jism hit the room of Michael's throat, causing him to gag for a second before swallowing it all down. Michael's vision was beginning to blur as he felt a powerful orgasm building, thanks to Emile's steady hand.
Sammy's load blasted straight down his throat. Squealing, he pulled out and proceeded to jerk his cock, milking the last drops onto Michael's lips.
Michael clutched Callaghan's chest as a fiery orgasm ripped through his groin. Two ropes of thick spunk jetted out from his cock onto Jamie's neck. He bent forward, dazed. Both dicks pounded his ass mercilessly while Emile's hand massaged his sore shaft till the very lest drops of semen had dripped onto Jamie's belly.
Through teary eyes, Michael saw Redmond shove Sammy out of the way. He grabbed Michael's hair, pulled his head up and proceeded to shoot his load noisily over Michael's lips and cheek.
Michael had just started to lick at Jamie's cum when he felt Westers and Callaghan orgasm inside him, almost in unison. Their hot, sticky eruptions splattered deep within his butt. The thrilling sensation brought him to a second climax, his jizz splattering all over Callaghan's chest as he writhed on top of him.
* * * * *
Johnny raced down the flight of steps that led to the locker room. Just in front of him, he could hear Hunter barking orders to his cohorts. He rounded a corner just as the swing doors to the room were closing. Dupret followed closely behind.
He burst into the locker room and almost gagged on the stale, sickly sweet odour of sweat and cum. One of Hunter's men was setting up a camcorder while Hunter himself was walking forward to the cluster of naked footballers.
Johnny caught sight of Michael on the floor surrounded by bare legs. His face was flushed and glistened with cum. A few players turned and looked at the newcomers.
Hunter was shaking an identical dropper bottle in the air. Johnny was about to tackle him while his back was turned when he heard Hunter whisper to the second bodyguard, "Something's wrong. They're not on their knees."
Johnny moved right back as Jamie Redmond started to advance on Hunter with an evil glint in his eyes. One by one, the players turned their attention away from Michael to Hunter. The cameraman left his position to back up the other bodyguard.
Redmond was the first to make a move. He grabbed Hunter's crotch hard, grinning wickedly. The first bodyguard tried to pull his hand away and was punched to the floor for his trouble. Stevens and Berrenger brought down the second man while Harris and Henriksson began tearing off the first one's clothes.
Callaghan and Westers held Hunter down flat on his belly while Redmond yanked his trousers down and knelt between his legs, erect penis in hand.
Johnny hurried past them to Michael, who was still sitting on the floor looking confused. He pulled him to his feet and ran back to the door. Dupret was standing by the camcorder, his eyes fixed on Hunter.
"Let's go!" Johnny shouted to him.
Dupret shook his head. "Take Michael to the car. I'll be out in a minute."
Johnny saw the resolute look on his father's face and knew it was pointless to argue. He took Michael's hand and led him out. As the doors swung shut behind them, Hunter's piercing scream rang out form the locker room.
* * * * *
Dupret looked at Hunter's pain-contorted face pitilessly. Redmond was on top of him, sodomising him hard.
"Make them stop!" screamed Hunter.
Dupret said nothing. He walked over to the camcorder, stopped it and removed the cassette. Then he came forward and knelt in front of Hunter.
"Tell them to get the fuck of me!"
Dupret smirked as he ripped the tape within the cassette before Hunter's furious eyes.
"My boys need to work your vitamins out of their systems," murmured Dupret. He patted Hunter on the cheek and rose. "Make sure you give them a good time."
He left the locker room with a satisfied smile.
* * * * *
Two Weeks Later
Johnny sat on the grass of the training field pitch watching Michael finish the last lap of his run. They were alone on this dull Sunday afternoon under a low, cloudy sky. As Michael ran up next to him, he got down on his back and started doing sit-ups.
"My gran can run faster than that," teased Johnny, holding Michael's feet down."
"Sod off!" Michael panted with grin. "Your dad's got us all working like dogs ever since we made the qualifier."
"Things back to normal then?"
"Pretty much," said Michael as he continued his sit-upd. "Jamie's apparently doing the deed with two sisters on different days of the week. Everyone's been out on the pull since. How many's that?"
"Twenty," replied Johnny. "I suppose it's their way of denying what happened."
"No one talks about it. Things get a bit awkward in the shower sometimes. Other than that..."
"And there hasn't been any word from that Hunter bloke?"
"Nope." Michael laughed. "I was waiting to see an article in the Sun the next day. 'Businessman gets bonked by football team'. Your dad reckons that's just what he needed."
"I heard Jez say they all fucked him so hard he ended up with internal bleeding. No sympathy from me though. He wanted to fuck up your career just so he could have you."
Michael did one more sit-up then lay back on the grass. "It made me think. If I really wanted someone, like really really, my career wouldn't matter."
Johnny stared down into his eyes and smiled. "No?"
Michael lifted his leg up and stroked Johnny's cheek with the side of his calf. "No."
Johnny started kissing his leg, moving his lips down to his ankle. With his teeth, he untied Michael's shoelace and slipped off his football boot and sock together.
Grinning, Michael ran his toes over Johnny's lips before slipping them into his mouth. Johnny suckled them gently. The sharp taste of Michael's sweat set his own cock hardening in his track-bottoms.
He reached forward with one hand and rubbed the front of Michael's shorts where a hard bulge protruded. Michael sighed contentedly, wiggling his toes inside Johnny's mouth.
Johnny slid his hand up Michael's short-leg, beneath his underwear and gripped the stiff shaft tightly. He stroked it up and down as best he could, watching Michael writhe on the grass with pleasure.
Then Michael took his foot away and drew Johnny's head down to his. Johnny felt a sense of surreality as Michael started to kiss him, sliding his warm tongue inside his mouth. Johnny sucked it gently as he inched Michael's shorts down.
Michael pulled Johnny down onto the grass and climbed on top of him, still kissing. Johnny moaned as Michael's cold fingers found his nipples and pinched them. His hands found their way back to Michael's ass and pulled down his shorts and underwear.
He watched Michael slide down his body and, lying between his legs, freed his cock. Johnny let a long sigh escape his chest as Michael's soft lips touched his hot, throbbing dickhead. Michael kissed up and down Johnny's shaft before finally taking it into his mouth.
Johnny gripped the back of Michael's head as his cockhead was engulfed in the warm, wet paradise. Michael cupped his balls in one hand as he slid his lips lower and lower. Keeping his tongue flat, he moved his head up and down slowly.
Johnny dug his fingernails into his palm. He couldn't believe it was finally happening. Michael giving him head. And in broad daylight where just about anyone could see. It had been worth waiting for.
After a few moments, without taking his mouth of Johnny's dick, Michael slung his legs round and straddled Johnny in a sixty-niner Johnny took his erect six inches down easily while is hands ran up and down Michael's bare buttocks. With his thumbs, he exposed Michael's pink anus to the light.
He heard a groan of pleasure when he dipped his fingertip inside, twisting it from side to side to loosen Michael up. Within a minute, he had managed to slide his entire index finger into Michael's warm ass. All the fucking it had been getting lately had left it looser than Johnny remembered.
Letting go of Michael's cock, he pulled his hips down and slid his tongue in Michael's backside smoothly. They began to move in perfect rythym. Each time Johnny pulled MIchael onto his tongue, Michael's lips would slide up Johnny's shaft and then back down again when he was released.
Johnny was momentarily shocked when the soft, warm cheeks of Michael's ass vanished from in front of him, taking with them that intimate odour. He look up and saw Michael with his back to him, squatting over his shiny prick, trying to ease it into his hole. Johnny held his dick upright and groaned as it slid smoothly up Michael's warm, wet passageway.
Michael came all the way down and back to grind his ass back and forth over Johnny's belly, his moans of pleasure growing louder and louder. One hand cupped Johnny's balls tightly while the other busied itself on his own cock.
Johnny grasped his hips, closing his eyes to focus his senses on the sweet ecstasy Michael's ass muscles were massaging into his throbbing shaft. He knew he wouldn't last long. There was too much pent-up lust to hold it back. His balls felt heavy with desire, tightening, ready to fill Michael with the physical expression of his love.
He pulled Michael back onto his chest, squeezing his pecs tight as he continued to thrust upwards into him. Michael lifted his legs in the air and rocked up and down Johnny's body fast.
Johnny squeezed his eyes shut. His orgasm was reaching the point of no return. Michael's gasps mingled with his own. He could feel his balls slapping against Michael's as as he shoved his dick deep one more time.
The moment he had dreamed of for so many nights suddenly became reality. With one last grunt, he shot blast after blast of his cum deep into Michael's ass while an intense orgasm exploded within his groin.
Johnny felt his body go limp, as if he had just run ten miles. On top of him, Michael was still jacking his own cock. His gasps were intermingled with unintelligible words. Johnny opened his eyes just in time to watch Michael's creamy spunk burst forth, splashing over his chest and the surrounding grass.
The rest of the world blurred and faded away as they lay there, exhausted, satisfied, silent.
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