Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Chapter 9

 Here's the new chapter, guys. Lots of oral and a little bit of drama at the end.

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 9
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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After practice, Ryder hung back in the weight room hoping to avoid Adam Bates. Earlier that day, in the student union, Ryder had refused to suck Bates off. The coach had been fucking his throat hard lately, and he had been sucking Tyler pretty frequently. The thought of sitting in a bathroom stall, blowing Bates while being called a fag didn't appeal to him. However, he hadn't thought things through, and Bates was obviously pissed off.

Ryder was only just beginning to understand the world the coach had brought him into. Guys like Bates were overly sensitive to what they perceived to be attacks on their superiority. When Ryder said no, Bates needed to reassert himself. During practice, he had gone after Ryder every chance he got. The other guys followed suit and worked out all of their aggression on the much smaller freshman. They didn't need to know what was going on to enjoy a chance to gang up on a rookie.

If Bates had thought that his display of aggression and strength would turn Ryder on, he had thought wrong. Ryder wanted to blow Bates even less after the practice was over.

"You hiding from me fag," Bates said as he walked around the corner.

Ryder avoided making eye-contact. Instead he glanced around to see if Tyler was in the room.

"You still owe me a blow job." Bates said.

Ryder turned away toward the showers. A few guys were standing at their lockers getting dressed. Ryder kept his head down as he walked past them. Before he knew what he was happening, he felt a hand grab him by the back of the neck. Bates' naked body pressed up against him and his voice hissed, "Don't ever walk away from me, Josh. Never."

Ryder tried to fight Bates off, but he wasn't strong enough. Though Bates was unable to get him to the floor, Ryder didn't have the upper body strength to shake the bigger man off. Finally, as a last resort, he elbowed Bates in the ribs. Bates turned quickly, and Ryder broke free. He only took one step before Bates shoved him roughly. He fell into another guy and dropped down onto the floor between his legs.

Tanner and Kyle, both of whom liked Ryder, held Bates back. From above, Miller, the player whose body towered over Ryder said, "Hello." Ryder looked up. Somehow, he'd never gotten a peak at Miller's package before, but the guy had a beautiful dick. Soft it was about four inches long, with a nice foreskin puckered over the head. His pubes were a light brown color, and his balls hung down low from his body.

Miller tapped him gently on the thigh with his foot. "Dude, you're kind of staring at my junk."

Miller laughed but Ryder was embarrassed. He had yet to master the art of controlling his eyes in the locker-room.

"He's a fag." Bates spat out. "He's probably thinking about sucking it."

Ryder got off the floor and ran back toward his locker. His face was burning red and his dick was getting hard. Even in a situation like this one, he couldn’t' manage to keep himself from getting an erection. Bates had gone back to his locker, hemmed in by Tanner and Kyle. Miller walked over to Ryder and put a hand on his shoulder. His flesh was hot against Ryder's skin and his body tensed up when Miller made contact.

Miller leaned over and said in a low voice, "It's true, isn't it?"

Ryder tried not to turn around. He stood perfectly still as the sweaty smell of Miller's body washed over him. Miller reminded him of the Coach. Strong and burly, he exuded a confident masculinity. He didn't need to assert himself like Bates did, because he knew he was on top. Ryder loved that kind of man. Strong, furry, and insanely masculine

"I don’t have a problem if you are," Miller whispered, "I love the way boys like you beg for daddy's dick."

Hearing Miller call himself daddy made Ryder even harder. He was still naked, and his cock stood straight out in front of him. He glanced down and saw a pearl of precum drop to the floor.

"Bates knows, doesn't he? I bet you've sucked him off." Miller said. "Who else?"

Ryder hesitated. Miller's hand moved to the back of his neck, gently massaging him. With each squeeze, he felt himself become more pliable in the bigger man's hands.

"Kyle," he whispered back, "and Tyler, and Tanner."

"Who else?" Miller pressed on.

"Coach Perry." Ryder said.

Immediately, Miller started to move his hand down Ryder's back. He rubbed his spine before gripping his firm ass cheeks. "I should have figured you would be one of Perry's boys. He's a sucker for fine asses like this one. You've got a beautiful ass, you know."

Miller's hand rubbed him aggressively now. The man was close enough that Ryder could feel his breath on his skin. He still hadn't turned to look at him.

"I bet you've got a tight pussy down there." Miller said as he slid a finger deep into Ryder's ass crack. He pressed his digit against Ryder's sweaty asshole and rubbed it. "Oh man." he hissed.

Ryder groaned. He thought he was going to cum just standing there. This guy who seemed like a perfectly straight stud was lusting over his ass, and the attention was almost more than he could handle.

"If I know the coach, he'll be damn protective of this pussy," Miller said. Then he slipped his finger, coated with Ryder's own sweat, into Ryder's mouth, "But he's not very particular about who uses this."

Ryder sucked down on the finger like it was a dick while he groaned loudly. He had totally forgotten that he was still standing next to his locker. Miller pressed his naked crotch against Ryder's hip. Ryder moaned again.

"You want to suck daddy's dick?" Miller asked. Again, Ryder was intensely turned on by the way he phrased the question.

Ryder nodded.

"Then get on your knees." Miller said.

Ryder didn't think twice. There were only three guys left in the locker-room and they all knew that he sucked dick. He dropped down to his knees and turned around. Miller's dick wasn't even hard yet. It hung in front of him like a thick tube of flesh. His balls were shaven clean and hung down behind his dick, loose in their sac. Ryder leaned forward to take the soft cock into his mouth, but Miller took a step back.

Ryder looked up, and Miller smiled down at him. He walked forward on his knees and tried to go for the stud's cock again, but again he was denied when Miller moved backward. Three more times they did this. Miller's cock began to thicken. Clearly he enjoyed toying with Ryder. Finally they were right where Miller wanted them, out in the open where anyone who walked into the locker-room could see them. Miller spread his legs wide and thrust his crotch forward. This time, when Ryder leaned in, Miller didn't move away.

Ryder didn't go directly for the cock in front of him. He wanted to savor the experience. He directed his aim at the inside of Miller's thigh and buried his face between his muscular quads and the shaft of his dick. He licked around the base of Miller's cock, letting the now semi-hard meet press against his face, before finally taking it into his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, baby." Miller moaned, "Get me good and hard."

Ryder was completely lost in the moment and failed to notice how loudly Miller was talking. He was making no attempt to keep what they were doing a secret. It was like he wanted to get caught.

"You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" Miller said.

Ryder glanced up at him with puppy dog eyes. He sucked even harder as Miller began to stroke the sides of his face.

"I don't really understand the way you gay dudes are wired. Every time I call myself Daddy, the guy between my legs gets all doughy-eyed." Miller said, "Not that I care what's going on in your head."

Miller grabbed the shaft of his dick and pulled it out of Ryder's mouth. Ryder thought he wanted a ball job, but instead he leaned back and slid down against the wall a little. He lifted his sack, and Ryder knew what was expected. He dove between the stud's hairy thighs and did his best to get at his asshole. It was nearly impossible. Ryder had to shove his face into Miller's body just to get a taste, and he kept needing to twist and turn in new ways.

"That's so fucking hot, boy." Miller said loudly, "I love watching a dude go for my asshole. Get at it."

Ryder kept trying to get deeper, but Miller kept moving his body or closing his legs. He was just starting to get frustrated when Miller quickly turned around. Without missing a beat, Ryder planted his face between Miller's hairy cheeks.

"Oh," Miller moaned as he pounded his fist against the locker, "Fucking eat that ass."

Ryder swirled his tongue around Miller's tight rosebud. The jock was twisting and turning as Ryder ate him out, and it made the rim-job more challenging and more fun. He kept it up for at least three or four minutes until he heard a voice behind him.

"See, I told you he was a fag." Bates said.

Miller straightened up a little. "I didn't need you to tell me. I saw it in his eyes."

"Get on my dick, fag." Bates said as he pulled Ryder's face away from Miller's ass and pushed it into his crotch.

"What the fuck man?" Miller said. "He was blowing me."

"Yeah, well now you're sharing him." Bates said. He grabbed his junk and pulled his huge testicles up toward Ryder's face. "Kiss them. Show him how much you love my nuts."

Ryder did as he was told. With the mood Bates was in, it wasn't wise to test him. He kissed each nut carefully.

"Miller, go get the guys in the weight room. Tell them I want to show them something." Bates said as Ryder worked his balls.

"You're an asshole, man." Miller said. "I just wanted to get off."

"Save your bitching for someone who cares." Bates sneered.

Miller skulked off, stopping only briefly to grab a towel to cover himself. Bates impatiently smacked his dick against Ryder's face while Ryder worked his nuts. Despite his growing distaste for Bates, he couldn't help but enjoy working the guy over. His attitude, beefy body, and rugged smell took Ryder to a deeper level of submission.

"Guess what fag?" Bates said as he turned Ryder's face upward. "We're going to have a little coming out party."

Just as he finished the sentence, Miller returned with three guys from the weight room. They were all freshman, and Ryder had seen all of them around. Two were wrestlers fresh out of high school, shorter guys with thick builds. One was a teammate from the rugby team, a smooth blond guy who had a smaller frame but was wicked fast.

"What the fuck?" one of the wrestlers asked when he saw Ryder blowing Bates. Then he looked more closely, "Josh?"

"Guys," Bates said confidently, "Josh is a fag, and if you want to enjoy yourselves while you're in college, it's time you learned how to use one."

Ryder had pulled away from Bates' cock, but Bates quickly pushed it back into his mouth. Before he planted his face in Bates' crotch, he glanced up at Miller who looked apologetic and embarrassed. He had been hoping that they would get caught by someone, but he hadn't figured on Bates making such a production out of it.

"A guy like Ryder might look like one of us, a muscular straight jock, but deep down he craves submitting to men like us. He lives for dick." Bates pulled his dick out of Ryder's mouth, "Isn't that right, Josh?"

Ryder knew that there was only one way this could go. If he resisted Bates, Bates would only make it worse. He nodded in response to the question.

"When a fag is trained up, he'll do almost anything for a guy. He'll suck your balls, eat your load, even lick your ass." Bates said.

"You're telling me that you've got Josh licking your asshole?" one of the wrestlers asked.

"Lick my asshole fag." Bates said.

Ryder crawled behind him and spread open his muscular cheeks. Bates' ass crack was furry and his hole was clean and tight. He took a quick lick before he started making out with the stud's shitter. Bates ground his body against Ryder, putting on a show for the three freshman.

"What do you say guys, you ready to get the blow-job that will change your life?" Bates asked.

There was a pause as each of them considered the proposition. Finally the wrestler who had been doing all the talking said, "I'm in." After that, the other two quickly agreed.

"Sit on the bench." Bates said as he stepped away from Ryder.

Ryder watched as all three guys sat down. Each was wearing gym shorts and had a visible erection. As the guy on the far end of the bench sat down, his dick popped out of the leg of his shorts. It was uncut and the tip glistened with precum. He was clearly ready to get some head. Ryder started to walk toward him, but Bates stopped him and said, "Start down there."

At the other end of the bench sat one of his teammates from the rugby team. Tall and blond, his thinness was offset by his amazing speed. Ryder knelt between his open knees and pulled at his shorts. His dick popped up, seven inches long and thin. Before Ryder got it into his mouth, Bates came up beside them.

"I heard you've never been laid." Bates said, "Have you even gotten a blow-job?"

"No," grunted the eighteen year old jock.

"Better make it memorable then, fag." Bates said as he slapped Ryder on the ass.

Ryder dropped his mouth down over the jock's cock and started to suck. He tried to give him the best blow-job he was capable of delivering. Precum was oozing from his dick and every so often Ryder got a taste. He heard the guy moan loudly and then felt a hand on the back of his head.

It may have been his first time getting head, but the dude knew what to do. He took control of Ryder's skull and pushed him where he wanted his mouth to go. He didn't try to fuck his throat, but he definitely wanted to control the pace of things. Ryder gave in, of course, and glanced up at the stud. His muscles bulged and the thick veins in his neck had popped out. He grinned at Ryder before pushing him down again. Ryder could only imagine how dominant the guy would be when he had some experience behind him.

It wasn't more than a few minutes before he started to blow his wad. He grunted and pressed down on the back of Ryder's head before his cock head flared and he spewed five or six shots of thick jizz into Ryder's mouth. Ryder drank it down, swallowing each shot as it came out. He loved eating a guy's cum more than he ever would have thought possible. When he looked around the locker-room he got off  knowing that Bates, Tanner, Kyle, and Tyler were a part of him in some way. Now, he had one more guy that he would see naked and remember his taste. He grunted in satisfaction as he pulled away from the still throbbing cock.

The blond dude pulled on his dick and milked out one last drop of cum. It glistened in the light, and Ryder sucked it up in one quick swipe. Then he bent over and kissed the man above his belly button and across his stomach.

"Time to move on, fag." Bates said from behind him. He pulled Ryder's head up and shoved him onto the next guy. Ryder barely had time to move his legs before another cock was in his face.

"Don't let fags start that shit with you," Bates said to the blond dude. "That lovey-dovey shit will send the wrong message. If you're not careful, they fall in love with you. Then you've got a problem."

Ryder took the wrestler's dick into his mouth. This guy was compact and shorter, but very muscular. His arms and legs were huge compared to his body size. His dick was pretty average, but Ryder enjoyed sucking it just the same.

This guy mumbled a little as Ryder sucked him, but mostly stayed quiet. Ryder didn't know anything about him, but it didn't matter. His cock was what he was after. The guy lost his hard on once or twice as he struggled to wrap his head around the fact that he was getting blown by a dude. Finally, Ryder moved his mouth to his balls and jerked him off. That seemed to do the trick. Within a minute he started to cum.

His cum didn't blast out of his cock, but oozed out like steady stream of thick white lava. It kept pouring out for an impossibly long time. Ryder watched as it dripped over his fingers. He kept stroking the pulsing cock, mainly because the wrestler had wrapped his hand around Ryder's, jerking himself off with another man's hand. Bates only let Ryder gaze at the frothy mess they were making for a second before he pushed his head forward.

"Don't let that load go to waste, fag." Bates said.

Ryder ate up the load, licking it off his hand, the wrestler's hand, and the tip of his cock. When he was done, he leaned back and stretched out. He'd been hunched over for too long and was starting to cramp up. He looked around the room and noticed that Miller had taken off, which bummed him out. He'd been hoping to get a taste of that guy.

Without warning Bates pushed him toward the third and final dude. This guy didn't have his cock out yet, and Ryder's face landed in the crotch of his shorts. Ryder couldn't believe how hot and ripe he smelled. Clearly this wasn't the first time he'd worn these clothes.

"Take it out, fag." This time the order didn’t come from Bates, but from the guy Ryder knelt in front of.

Ryder glanced up at him. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, but his broad muscular build was clear from the shape of his torso. When Ryder pulled at the waistband of his shorts, he felt a hard and hairy stomach. As he nudged down the shorts, a thick, seven-inch uncut cock popped out and a blast of sweaty crotch air washed over him. He recognized the smell immediately. Underneath the stink of sweat and man, he could smell the guy's ripe dick. There had been a few times when Coach Perry had been a little gamey, so Ryder knew the scent.

The wrestler noticed and said, "If I'd known I was getting head today I would have cleaned up. But from what I hear, you can't really say no, so get to work."

Ryder engulfed the head, eager to get the clean-up part of the blow-job over with. The guy's dick tasted a little sour, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. Within a minute, all that was left was the taste of dick and the smell of a hot man. Ryder put his hands on the stud's thighs and went to work.

The wrestler started to rub his back before reaching down for his ass. "He's a muscular fucker, isn't he? I love getting a jock like this between my legs. It makes me feel like such a stud. I don't want any of those limp-wristed fuckers around me, but I'll take a jock fag any day."

"He isn't your first?" Bates said.

"Nah. I used a couple of guys in high-school." He groaned loudly and gripped down hard on Ryder's shoulder, "But this guy is the real deal. Where'd he learn to suck cock like this?"

"I'm not supposed to say." Bates said. Apparently Perry's love of jock ass was strictly need to know.

Ryder tensed up as the wrestler's fingers slid under his waistband and down into his crack. The guy leaned forward as he pushed a finger against Ryder's hole. The weight of his torso pushed Ryder's head deeper onto his cock, choking him. The guy was pretty much ignoring the blow-job altogether, which made giving it even hotter for Ryder.

"Nice, tight hole, too." The wrestler said, "I bet he loves getting that ass plowed by a strong man."

He pulled his dick out of Ryder's mouth and slapped it against the side of his face. "Don't you, fag? You like it when some stud shots his seed deep into that cunt, breeding you like the bitch you are." Ryder nodded and tried to get the cock back into his mouth. "Yeah, I bet you do a real nice job, you pretty little bitch."

Ryder started to bob up and down again. "God, I'm close," the dude moaned. "Is his ass as good as his mouth?" he asked.

"Huh?" Bates said.

"Is he as good with his pussy as he is with his tongue?"

"I don't know man. I've never fucked him."

"You mean you've got this hot bitch hanging around you, sucking on your nuts, and drinking your cum, but you've never fucked a load into him?" He pulled Ryder's chin upward. "If you were on the wrestling team, you'd leave every night with my cum running down your thighs. That's how I take care of my fags."

Bates mumbled a few words before Ryder felt his hands on his ass. Bates pulled down his shorts, exposing Ryder's perfect bubble butt. The muscles had grown over the last few months of training, and his ass was now firm and bulky. His cheeks were pulled open, and he felt a cock slap against the top of his ass.

"I really shouldn't." Bates said.

"Fucking hard to resist though, right." the wrestler added. "That's about as nice as a man-cunt can get."

Just then a hand gripped the back of Ryder's neck and pushed him down. The wrestler muttered, "Swallow it fag." before his dick started to pulse in his mouth. The dude came a ton, and soon his load was dribbling down the sides of Ryder's mouth. Ryder did his best to swallow it all and licked up what he missed. During his whole orgasm, the wrestler didn't say a word as he expelled his sweet cum into Ryder's waiting mouth. Ryder ate it up, happy to add another dude to his list.

Just as the wrestler was finishing up, Bates muttered, "Fuck it." and Ryder felt the head of a dick press against his back door.

"Fuck yeah, bro.” The wrestler said, "Believe me, you're going to enjoy it.”

"No way man," Ryder said twisting away from the wrestler. The guy immediately jumped up and wrapped his arms around Ryder's torso. As he sat back down on the bench, he guided Ryder to the floor, so that he was now sitting face to face with Bates. "You stay away from my ass," Ryder said as he breathed heavily.

"Don't worry, Josh." The wrestler said softly. He moved his hand across Ryder's chest and tweaked one of his nipples. "You're going to like this. Trust me."

"It's not my first time, dude." Ryder said to the guy. "It's just not up to Adam Bates to decide who gets to fuck me."

"I've waited long enough." Bates said. His dick was rock hard and dripping. He pulled at it a few times. Ryder watched in awe as Bates's bull nuts swung back and forth between his legs. He had to admit that he wouldn't mind feeling those suckers smacking against his ass while Bates pounded him.

Bates pulled open Ryder's legs and started to advance again. Ryder tried to close his legs. The wrestler, completely into Ryder getting fucked a minute ago, seemed to be having second thoughts.

"Dude, if he doesn't want to . . ." he started.

"I don't want to." Ryder said, "You can't do this."

"Can't? I can't do this? Who the fuck is going to stop me?" Bates sneered.

Ryder saw Coach Perry coming before Bates did. He walked into the locker room with Miller trailing behind him. Tyler hung back in the shadows. Miller must have figured out that Bates was losing control and gone to find the Coach. Perry grabbed the back of Bates' neck and pulled him away from Ryder.

"I am." he growled.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Hope you shot your load. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie