It all started with a bet.
After weeks of trash-talking, Milo, the mouthy, too-pretty-for-his-own-good midfielder, finally pushed it too far. One smug smirk too many. One cocky flex in the mirror that had half the team grinding their teeth.
"Alright, hotshot," said Levi, the team captain, smirking lazily. "If you miss that last goal in Saturday's match, you become our team toy. For one week. No limits."
The locker room fell silent.
Milo, wiping sweat from his neck, raised a brow. "Toy?"
"You heard me," Levi replied. "Our personal plaything. Whatever we want. You kneel, crawl, obey- everything."
There were laughs. Whistles. A few of the guys shifted, intrigued.
Milo smirked. "And if I score it?"
"I'I clean your jockstrap with my tongue."
The room roared.
Milo didn't hesitate.
"Deal."
He missed.
Wide.
The ball bounced off the goalpost with a clang that echoed louder than the stadium crowd. And that night, back in the locker room, Milo knelt.
Shirt off. Hair sweaty. Knees on the cold tile.
The team surrounded him like wolves already shirtless, half-hard, grinning.
Levi leaned down. "You remember the rules, right?"
Milo looked up with defiance- and heat- in his eyes. "Yeah. I'm yours."
"Good boy."
Levi stood tall and addressed the team. "You've all had a rough season. This is your reward. For one week, this brat is ours. "
Hands were on him instantly. Multiple. Someone yanked his shorts down exposing his ass. Another grabbed his chin and shoved two fingers into his mouth.
Milo moaned.
"Filthy," growled Mace, the tallest defender. "Bet he's been waiting for this."
"He lost the bet on purpose," joked Ezra slapping Milo's ass hard enough to leave
a red print.
Milo gasped, but he didn't protest.
"I wanna go first," said Levi.
No one argued.
Levi unzipped and fed his cock into Milo's mouth. Milo took it easily, lips closing over the thick length, eyes fluttering.
"Shit," Levi hissed. "He's good. Already trained, huh?"
"Must've practiced with his water bottle," Ezra smirked.
As Levi used his mouth, Mace came behind Milo, spitting on his hole before pressing two thick fingers inside.
Milo choked on Levi's cock as his ass was stretched roughly, his moans muffled.
"You like being our little locker room
cocksleeve?" Mace growled, scissoring him open.
Milo nodded, eyes watering, throat stuffed.
"Speak up, toy," Levi ordered, grabbing his hair.
Milo pulled off, panting. "Yes... I'm your toy. Use me."
That's all they needed.
Mace replaced his fingers with his cock slamming into Milo's slicked, stretched hole.
Milo screamed into Levi's stomach as he was filled from behind.
Mace didn't go easy. His thrusts were brutal, deep, unrelenting. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the tiled room.
Soon, another cock replaced Levi's- Ezra's, rougher, needier. He face-fucked Milo while Mace pounded him from behind.
He was used. Fucked like a toy. No rest.
Another player, Jason, sat on the bench and snapped his fingers. "Come ride me pretty boy."
Milo crawled, dripping, open, still leaking Mace's cum.
Jason pulled him into his lap and pushed in without warning.
Milo moaned- cock bouncing, body trembling- as he rode him like a heat-starved omega.
"Good little fucktoy," Jason whispered. "You were made for this."
By the time every player had used him- mouth, ass, even rubbing against his flushed skin and face- Milo was a mess. Slick dripping from between his thighs, cum painting his lips, moaning through overstimulation.
And yet, he smiled.
"Is that all you've got?" he teased, licking his lips. "I still have six days left."
Levi stepped forward again, eyes dark with possession.
"We`'re not done. Not even close."
He bent Milo over the bench again slapping his ass until he cried out, then slid back into his hole alreadv full of other players' cum.
"You're gonna stay like this all week," Levi whispered. "Plugged. Used. Owned."
Milo could only moan.
And when the janitor came in to clean, the team didn't even stop.
Because the bet wasn't just about surrender- it was about becoming the team's favorite toy.
And Milo? He never wanted to win again.
Milo's legs were barely holding him upright.
His hole was raw, leaking cum from five different teammates. His lips were swollen, tongue sore, chest and thighs painted in sweat and seed.
He was wrecked.
And still kneeling.
Levi stood over him, hair wet from the post-game rinse. His hand gripped Milo's chin, tilting his pretty face up.
"Clean me," the captain ordered. Milo opened his mouth without hesitation.
Levi slid his cock, still slick with his own cum and Milo's saliva back between his lips. "That's it," he praised darkly. "Good fucking toy."
Behind them, the rest of the team was already in the showers- rinsing, laughing but watching.
They were far from done.
"On your hands and knees," Levi snapped. "Let's show everyone what a real team player looks like."
Milo obeyed instantly. His knees hit the cold tile as he crawled toward the row of open showers. Water sprayed around him, steam thick, and the boys stepped aside to let their pet in the center.
"Look at him," Mace said, stroking himself lazily. "Used, filled, and still hungry."
"He's dripping," Ezra added. "Bet I could slide right back in without lube."
"Then do it" Luca said.
Ezra didn't hesitate.
He knelt behind Milo and shoved inside making the boy jerk and cry out against the floor.
"Fuck- still warm," Ezra moaned, thrusting hard, slapping skin on soaked tile.
Milo's moans echoed off the walls, loud and raw.
"Louder," Levi demanded. "They should hear you out in the hallway."
Ezra fucked him harder. "Tell us how much you love being our cum dump."
"I-I love it," Milo gasped. "Please don't stop using me- please-!"
Another player- Jason- grabbed Milo's hair and rubbed his cock across the boy's cheek.
"You want to be cleaned up?" he growled.
Milo nodded frantically.
Jason came across his face, ropes of it dripping down his chin and onto the tile.
The boys laughed and groaned around him, cock after cock twitching in front of his face. Milo licked whatever they gave him- moaning, thanking them. He was soaked, plugged, owned.
Then Levi raised his voice.
"Alright. That's enough. For now."
Milo collapsed forward, panting.
But Levi wasn't finished.
"Lie down."
Milo obeyed.
"Spread your legs."
He obeyed.
Levi crouched down and inserted a thick black plug, stretching him wide before locking it in with a satisfying click.
"You're wearing this tonight," he said. "And you're sleeping in the center of the locker room. Naked."
Milo whimpered, eyes fluttering.
Levi stood, looking around. "He's not allowed to cum again until we decide he's earned it."
"Damn right," said Mace, grabbing his towel. "And if he leaks tonight, we'll punish him in front of the freshmen."
That made Milo's cock twitch- visible.
"You liked that, huh?" Levi smirked. "Exposing yourself to the newbies?"
Milo nodded slowly, body trembling from overstimulation.
Levi bent close, whispering:
"Then tomorrow, when the junior team walks in for morning drills... we'll make you beg for cock with your hole already leaking through the plug.
Later that night, long after the showers stopped and the lights dimmed, Milo was still there.
Laid bare in the center of the locker room floor, plugged, cum still drying on his skin, arms folded behind his back.
A few of the boys came back throughout the night to stroke themselves over his body, marking him again.
Mace made him open his mouth at 2am just to use him half-asleep.
Jason came on his chest and rubbed it in whispering, "You love being our dirty secret."
And he did.
By morning, when the junior squad arrived and found Milo still Iying there, eyes closed, legs slightly open and plug still visible.. he smiled without shame.
Because for this week- this glorious, filthy week-
he belonged to the team.
And he never wanted it to end.