The sun beat down on the field. But Milo's skin burned for another reason.
He stood with the rest of the team stretching, hydrating, pretending to act normal- except there was a remote-controlled plug buried deep in his ass, humming softly at Level 1.
Coach barked instructions at midfield. But all Milo could think about was how wide he'd been stretched the night before, how Levi had personally inserted the plug and told him:
> "You don't cum. You don't leak. You don't moan. You're our toy, not a slut."
He wore no underwear under his shorts.
He was dripping-already.
Milo flinched.
From the bleachers, Ezra held up the remote with a smirk and tapped the button again. Level 2.
Milo bit his lip. His thighs pressed tight together. The plug inside him pulsed harder now, pressing right against his prostate.
Across the field, Mace grinned and called out, "You alright, pretty boy? Need a break already?"
Laughter.
Milo swallowed. "N-No. I'm fine."'
Levi, walking past him, whispered low "That's your punishment for leaking in the supply closet. Don't you dare cum during drills."
Sprints.
Dribbling.
Corner shots.
All while the plug buzzed relentlessly inside him.
Every time he whimpered or stumbled, Ezra cranked it up- Level 3, then 4.
By the time Coach dismissed them for a break, Milo was shaking. His cock was leaking inside his shorts. The material clung l to him, and he was terrified someone might see the outline.
Levi walked over, holding his water bottle "You've been very disobedient today," he murmured.
"I-tried," Milo whispered.
"Did you touch yourself?"
"No..."
Levi grabbed his waistband and peeked down. "You're soaked."
"Please." Milo gasped, voice trembling. "I can't hold it anymore-"
Levi shoved him forward.
"Bench. Now."
The others gathered near the sidelines as Milo was bent over a wooden practice bench, ass high, face down.
"Team rule" Levi announced. "He leaks without permission- he pays in public."
He yanked Milo's shorts down.
Slick poured down his thighs.
The entire team groaned.
"You disgusting little cockwhore," Ezra laughed, palming his crotch. "You like being seen like this, huh?"
Milo's face burned, but he didn't deny it.
He loved it.
Levi pulled out the plug slowly.
"Let's see who fills him first."
Mace didn't wait. He stepped behind Milo, lined up, and shoved inside with one deep thrust.
Milo cried out.
His cock throbbed against the bench. He was stuffed- again- in front of the open field, the wind on his skin, the team watching.
Mace fucked him hard. His hands gripped Milo's hips like handles, slamming into him with wet, brutal sounds.
"You're just a training dummy with a hole," Mace hissed.
Ezra came in front of Milo, unzipping. "Open your mouth."
Milo obeyed instantly.
Ezra pushed in deep- gagging him- while Mace continued to pound him from behind.
Milo's moans were wet, messy swallowed by cock and humiliation.
More voices surrounded him.
"Look at his ass bounce."
"He's twitching- he's close."
"Don't let him cum. Edge him."
Mace groaned as he came deep inside Milo, filling him.
Milo shook, right at the edge- but Levi grabbed his cock at the last second squeezing the base.
"Not yet," Levi warned. "You don't get to cum until we say."
Milo whimpered, body trembling.
Then Jason took Mace's place- thrusting in without warning, fucking him with brutal speed.
One after another, the boys used him. They fed him cock, filled his hole, slapped his ass red. His body became the team's relief station, his moans background noise to their joking and taunting.
Finally, Levi stepped forward.
The others had all finished. Milo was wrecked- hole dripping, lips swollen, skin flushed.
Levi bent him over again.
"Your cock's been hard for hours," he whispered. "You want to cum, toy?"
Milo sobbed, nodding desperately.
" Please- Captain- please, let me..."
Levi slid in.
Deep. Slow. Possessive.
He held Milo down, hips flush, whispering filth into his ear.
"Say it. Say what you are."
"I'm the team's toy," Milo cried. "Use me, break me- just let me cum-please-"
Levi thrusted once. Twice.
And then pulled out
Milo whined.
"No. Not yet," Levi said.
Instead, he inserted the plug again- thicker than before- and clicked the remote. Level 5.
Milo screamed, grinding helplessly against the bench.
But he didn't cum.
He wasn't allowed.
That night, Levi made Milo sleep tied to the goal post. Naked. Plug buzzing. A sign hung around his neck:
> "DO NOT FEED - EDGE ONLY"
And every player obeyed.
They came by in the dark, watching him squirm, dripping, moaning silently.
Day 3 ended.
But the week wasn't close to over.
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Day 4
The team bus smelled like sweat, victory and testosterone.
They'd won 3-1 that evening. Coach was proud. The other school was pissed. But the locker room wasn't buzzing about the wIn.
They were buzzing about Milo.
In the back seat of the bus, legs spread skin flushed, sat the team's plaything Their toy. Their secret.
He wasn't wearing underwear under his uniform shorts.
He wasn't allowed to speak.
And inside him was the same remote-controlled plug, now upgraded with a vibration pulse and set to Level 1 for the ride.
Coach sat at the front, scrolling through emails.
The boys? They surrounded Milo.
"Look at him," Ezra muttered, licking his lips. "AIready twitching, and we haven't even touched him."
Levi smirked. "He knows the rule. If he moans, we edge him. If he cums..."
He leaned down, whispering into Milo's
ear.
"..he loses his right to privacy tomorrow. Showers with the freshmen. Plugged. Leaking."
Milo whimpered, biting his lip. His thighs pressed together.
"Bzzzt."
Ezra tapped the remote again. Level 2.
The plug inside him throbbed, pulsing right against his prostate. His breath hitched.
Mace leaned back lazily. "Let's play a game."
"What kind?" Jason asked.
"Let's see who can make him cum without touching his cock."
The entire back of the bus groaned in approval.
Milo's eyes widened.
"Close the curtain," Levi ordered.
It started simple.
Mace pulled Milo closer and kissed his throat, whispering filth between slow licks.
"You're trembling,"' he purred. "Your cock's leaking through your shorts."
Jason slid a hand under Milo's shirt and pinched his nipple, twisting it hard.
"Make a sound" Jamie dared. "We want to edge you."
Ezra sat beside Milo, one leg up, and reached behind to press the plug deeper with his palm.
"Bet I could make him cry without ever unzipping."
Levi snapped his fingers.
"Get him ready."
Two players held Milo down across the back row of seats, arms pinned, thighs spread. One licked up his inner thigh, the other kissed his navel.
Levi sat beside his head, feeding him a finger. "Suck."
Milo obeyed.
"Bzzzt." Level 3.
He twitched- desperately close.
Then came the edging.
Jason yanked his shorts down just enough to expose his cock- red, swollen leaking.
He wrapped two fingers around the shaft and stroked once.
Milo gasped- eyes rolling back.
Then Jason stopped.
The others groaned.
"Denied."
"Not yet."
Ezra reached around and held the base gripping hard.
Milo writhed, but he didn't make a sound even when they rotated hands- each one giving him three strokes, or just enough to make his body jolt- he kept silent.
Sweat ran down his chest. His thighs shook. He was right there.
And then Levi leaned in.
"Cum now," he whispered. "And I'll open the window and shout to Coach that you're our cockslut."
Milo froze.
He didn't cum.
He couldn't.
"Good boy," Levi purred. "Then suffer."
He turned the plug to Level 5- and didn't let up.
The rest of the ride was torture.
Hands kept teasing. Whispers filled his ear. His hole was buzzing, twitching dripping with slick and stimulation.
And the worst part?
Coach stood up.
"We'll be stopping for snacks soon," he announced, walking down the aisle.
The boys sat back, acting normal.
Milo pulled his shorts up, legs still wide, cheeks flushed, plug vibrating inside.
Coach walked right past him.
Milo didn't breathe.
Only once Coach stepped off the bus did the team return to him.
"You're going to break soon," Jason grinned.
"No," Levi said. "He's going to be broken later."
That night, back in their hotel rooms, the team gathered again. Milo was stripped bent over the bed, and edged ten more times.
Every time he begged to cum, he was gagged.
Every time his cock twitched, they slapped his inner thighs red.
He was their toy. Their fleshlight. Their favorite toy on the road.
And he still wasn't allowed to cum.
When he finally passed out, plug still vibrating inside him, cock aching and untouched- Levi kissed his forehead.
"One more day without release," he whispered. "Then we'll give you something
unforgettable."