Becoming A Rugby Bitch, 15

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 15
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"C'mon man, you never hang out with me anymore. Ever since Tyler came around, we're like strangers."

Ryder glanced up from his chemistry book at his roommate Conor. It was no secret that he found the guy ridiculously sexy. Before he had an outlet for his sexual needs, he'd been a little obsessed with him. Conor stood in front of him wearing nothing but a towel. His chest was damp and water dripped from his short, black hair.

"I want to hang out with you, but it's just . . ."

Conor had invited Ryder to a party at Adam Bates' house. Ryder had no interest in walking down that path, but he didn't want to explain why to his roommate.

"C'mon man. One Friday night together."

Conor had a point. Since he'd started spending time with Tyler, Ryder didn't have time for much else. Between studying for school, servicing the coach, and trying to date Tyler, his days and nights were full. He didn't even eat with Conor anymore. On the other hand, he wasn't interested in anything that would bring him into contact with Bates. He didn't trust himself enough to be around Bates without fucking something up.

Ryder texted Tyler to see if he could show up late to run some defense. Tyler said he couldn't come, but told Josh to spend some time with his roommate. That decided it for him.

"I'll come." Ryder said, "But I'm not fucking around when I say I don't want anything to do with Bates."

Conor laughed. "You guys had a falling out, huh? Not so long ago, you were sucking his cock. Now you avoid him like the plague."

"Long story."  Ryder said. Conor didn't pry.

Ryder put Bates out of his mind and decided that he would enjoy himself. Parties made him nervous, and he tried to chill out in the days before.  He still wasn't used to the fact that he was good-looking and popular. Hanging around with Tyler and the other Rugby guys had rocketed him into a fairly elite circle on campus. Even if Bates started to mess with him, he'd have plenty of bros around to back him up.

Before heading to the party he put on his favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He liked how the shirt showed off his biceps and hugged his tight waist. His ass, always his best feature, was framed perfectly by the denim. Even if he didn't have to impress anyone, he wanted to look good.

As soon as they arrived, Conor poured Ryder a shot and told him to loosen up. Ryder tossed the vodka back. The anxiety about running into Bates had him tense as fuck. He took the empty glass from Conor, filled them both up, and tossed back another shot.

Bates was nowhere to be found. Ryder wandered around the backyard with a little bit of a buzz, watching as the girls checked him out. Not long ago, he would have looked for a girl to go home with. That was before Coach Perry taught him how much he loved men. After that he'd never been able to get it up for a girl again, though he tried for a while. Still, he liked the attention.

Throughout the evening Ryder texted with Tyler, but the flow of messages slowed as the night wore on. Ryder got drunker, loosened up, and started to goof around with his buds. Conor kept bringing him drinks, and Ryder slowly lost his inhibitions.

Conor didn't tell Ryder that Bates had forced him to bring Ryder to the party, with specific instructions to get him drunk. A few months back, Bates had given Conor the answers to an exam, and Conor owed him an unnamed favor in return. He assumed that Bates wanted to get Ryder drunk enough that he would embarrass himself. At worst, Bates wanted to get Ryder drunk enough to put out. It seemed like harmless fun. He'd seen Ryder with Bates once before, and he didn't have know that the arrangement had changed.

Late into the night, when Ryder was good and drunk, Bates walked onto the scene. He wore a pair of dark jeans that sat right on his hips and a tight t-shirt that showed off his substantial upper body. He had a shadow of a beard and his hair was  a little messy. It was a well-calculated attempt to look like he didn't care about his appearance. It worked. He looked hot as hell.

Bates sauntered over to Ryder and suggested that they play beer pong with two of his roommates. Ryder wanted to sober up, but he didn't want to look like a pussy in front of Bates' roommates. Both of the guys were the sort of rough, surly men that drove him nuts.

Damian defied proportions. He stood around six foot five and had to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds. His skin was dark, and he buzzed his hair short. Tyler was a big man and Coach Perry was bigger, but Damian was the kind of guy who could pick up Ryder, haul him off, and do whatever he wanted with him. Ryder knew that he packed a huge eleven inch cock.

Joe, the other roommate, was also tall - maybe around 6'2” - but was wide and thick. He had broad shoulders and big hips. His waist and chest were big and maybe a little fatty, but he packed on a ton of muscle. Ryder glanced at the bulge in the guy's jeans and wondered what he was packing.

Ryder drooled while gazing at the guys. There was no way he was going to back out of a match, even if he was practically too drunk to play.

"Rugby vs. football." Bates called as he positioned himself on one side of the table with Ryder.

"We should bet something." Damian called out.

Ryder turned to Bates, "Dude, I'm pretty drunk."

"No problem," Bates said, "You've seen me play. I'm a fucking god at this game."

Bates turned back to the guys and yelled, "What do you want to bet?"

Damian looked at Ryder and got a hungry look in his eyes. "Him," he said.

"Not mine to give away." Bates said before adding. "Anymore."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Joe asked.

"This dude might look like a jock, but he'll hoover your cock better than any chick at this party. No joke." Damian said. He turned to Ryder, "You can bet yourself, then."

It was a perfect storm. Three hot guys, a lot of liquor, the feeling of being bet as the prize in a game, and Damian's lustful eyes moving over his body. He also felt like the match was in the bag. He agreed.

"What do I get when we win." Bates asked.

"My bedroom." Damien said. Damian had the biggest room in the house, and Bates had been after it since they moved in.

"Deal."  Bates turned to Ryder, "I know you like cock, like a lot. I mean, I've seen you do some twisted things to get your lips on a man's dick. But you better win this one for me."

Ryder blushed. Bates was practically yelling and was putting on a show for his roommates more than he was talking to Ryder.

The game started well enough. Everyone was a little drunk and misses were common. Bates sank his first few shots and put Ryder's mind at ease. It seemed like he was going to run the table. Things changed about half-way in. Bates started to miss, and Ryder got the feeling that Bates was trying to distract him. The guy stood right next to him and occasionally touched him. It wasn't overtly sexual, but Ryder was horny enough that almost any touch got him hard.

When they lost, Ryder's heart sank. He looked at Damian. He didn't beg, but his face made it absolutely clear that he didn't want to make good on the bet.

"Don't worry boy, we'll take real good care of you." Damian said, "Plus, if I remember right, you liked my dick."

"Guys, I . . . uh . . . I can't." Ryder took a step back and ran into Bates' hard body. He could feel Bates' cock, rock hard in his pants, push against his butt. Something was getting Bates off, and it took Ryder a minute to figure out what it was. He turned to look at Bates, who smiled from ear to ear.

"That was too easy," Bates said. He turned to his friends. "Ryder's not a free man. He made a bet he can't keep."

"Right, I can't keep it," Ryder mumbled, "I mean, I'm not really allowed to . . ."

"Listen up," piped up Joe, "I just won some action. If you're not going to do it, you need to find some other slut that will."

"No deal," said Damian, "That's the mouth I want." he pointed at Ryder.

Bates put his hands on Ryder's shoulders and squeezed. "I suggest you try to enjoy it. You can figure out how you're going to tell the coach and your boyfriend tomorrow."

As he looked over at Damian and Joe, both of whom looked like they would fight for their prize, he knew there was no escaping. Damian's hard cock snaked down the leg of his shorts and he was rubbing it softly. Joe also had a bulge in his pants. It wasn't like Ryder could run because Bates would stop him. He was screwed, literally.

Damian walked to him and moved close to the table so that no one could see. He grabbed Ryder's hand and put it on his cock. "Don't pretend you don't want that."

Ryder sighed and Damian smiled. "Let's go in the garage." he said.

Damian led the way and Ryder followed. Joe followed close behind, as if he thought that Ryder was going to make a break for it. Bates walked off toward the keg, apparently intent on leaving them alone.

"I've been waiting for this all night." Damian said as he slipped a hand behind Ryder and grabbed onto his ass.

"You mean . .. " Ryder said.

"I don't know what you did to Bates, but he really hates you. He wanted revenge and we wanted to get off. Seemed like a fair trade, though I don't really understand how giving dick to a cock-hound like you is revenge.

Ryder opened his mouth to explain, but Damian grabbed his shoulder. "I don't really care." He pushed Ryder to the ground. The garage smelled like oil and old tools. It had a musty smell that reminded Ryder of working with his dad back home. That smell was soon replaced by the smell of a sweaty man, as Joe grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into his crotch. The rough denim rubbed against Ryder's skin, and he tried to pull away.

"Chew on my dick, boy." Joe said.

"Joe's been waiting for this," Damian added.

"I don't get sloppy blow-jobs very often," Joe said, "My girlfriend is kind of a prude."

Ryder chewed on the heavy bulge and basically stopped listening to the guys. Joe moved his hands away for a minute before bringing them back and unzipping. His pants hung loose on his hips, and when he unbuttoned, they slid down revealing a hairy stomach and short trimmed pubes. The root of his cock was exposed. It looked thick, but Ryder couldn't tell how long it was.

Joe grabbed onto the back of Ryder's head and pulled him into his body. Any concerns or hesitations that Ryder had felt melted away. He looked up at Joe and breathed in the smell of his body. Then he opened his mouth and started to kiss the top of his dick.

Joe slipped a finger into Ryder's mouth, and Ryder started to suck. "You're a fucking cock-whore, aren't you?"

Ryder nodded.

"Do you want my dick, whore? Do you want it down your throat?"

Ryder nodded. Joe slapped him lightly on the side of the face. "Answer me."

"Yeah, I want it, sir." Ryder said.

"Nice," Damian hissed. Ryder looked over at him and noticed that he had a phone in his hand and was recording everything.

Joe pulled off his shirt and let his boxers fall to his ankles. His dick hung heavy between his legs. It was a thick cock, but didn't look like it would be too hard to take. Joe's body was bulky and beefy. He reminded Ryder of Bates, only with a huskier build. Ryder stared at him with his mouth open. Joe grabbed his dick by the base and smacked Ryder across the face. There was an audible smack, and Ryder's cheek turned red. Joe did it again and again, cock-slapping Ryder and smearing his juices across his face.

"I can't believe he just takes it, man. Who lets another dude cock-slap him like this without fighting back?"

"He likes dick, bro." Damian said.

"Yeah," Joe looked down at Ryder, "Your mouth watering yet? You drooling for my cock?"

Ryder nodded and opened his mouth to show off the pool of of spit. "Get it wet," Joe said.

Ryder grabbed onto the root of Joe's thick cock and licked it from the bottom to the top, letting his spit pour onto it. Then he took the head into his mouth and slid down the shaft until his lips were around the base. His spit dripped from the shaft as Joe's cock slid into his throat.

"Oh fuck," Joe said. He bucked his hips gently - just barely - and then Ryder slid back off.

"You're not new at this, are you?" Joe asked. His fingers were back in Ryder's mouth, and he couldn't respond. Joe pulled the fingers out. "How do you want it?"

"However you do?" Ryder said. He was into the sex now. He didn't care that he was breaking all the rules the Coach had laid out for him.

"Good answer." Joe said, "What if I want it rough?"

Ryder smiled. "I can take it."

Joe smiled and rolled his eyes. "Told you, he really likes dick." Damian said. He had his eleven inch dick in his hand. It was still soft, but it was growing quickly.

Joe put his hands on his hips and leaned against the wall. "Take it down," he said.

Ryder crawled forward and took the cock into his throat again, proud to show off the way he could drop down to the base with no struggle. The alcohol had relaxed him, and he'd lost all of his inhibitions. He came back up, and then dropped down again. This time Joe put his hand on the back of Ryder's head and held him there. "Take it." he repeated softly for several seconds. When Ryder started to pull off, Joe released him. Cock slime ran down his chin. "Spit it on my cock." Joe said.

Ryder drooled onto Joe's dick, and then Joe pulled him forward. This time he didn't push his dick into Ryder's mouth. Instead, he mashed his slimy cock against Ryder's face and ground it in. Then he pulled back his hips, aimed his cock at Ryder's gob and pushed into his throat again. "Oh, my fucking god, that's good." Joe howled.

"You better be careful, man, you're going to have the whole party in here."

"You think this slut would care?"

"Would you care, slut? Damian asked.

His phone was pointed at Ryder. "No." Ryder said with a smile.

"Slut could suck off a line of dudes all night. We'd feed him cum until he puked." Ryder rubbed his dick as he listened.

 Damian saw him. "You're such a fucking slut." Damian dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Then he sat against the workbench and opened up his legs. "Get on my balls, bitch."

Ryder walked to Damian and dropped to his knees. When he was just a few inches from the black stud's nuts, Damian stopped him. "Tell me what you want." Again the lens was pointed at his face.

"I want you nuts, sir." Ryder said.

"You gonna rub your face in them? Lick them?"

“Yes, sir.”

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to eat your asshole, sir." Ryder said.

"That was the right fucking answer." Damian let go of Ryder's forehead and let him fall forward into his junk.

Ryder planted his face in Damian's nutsack and took in the sensations for a minute. He loved the heat and the moisture of a man's crotch. When he breathed in he could smell Damian's body-wash and some of his body odor. He fell into a kind of trance, and a lot of time passed.

"Dude, did he pass out?" Joe asked.

"Wake up and get to work slut." Damian said as he slapped Ryder on the side of the face.

Ryder opened his mouth and sucked Damian's nut in. It was big, the size of an egg, and stretched his jaw. Then he moved on to the other one. As he suckled on Damian's nuts, Damian pulled on his dick, tapping it on the side of Ryder's head and rubbing it through his short hair.

After about a minute, Damian pushed down on Ryder's head. Ryder took the hint and licked under Damian's ball sack. The stud got up off the work bench and stood over him, squatting down just a little. Ryder stretched his neck and pushed his mouth between the black studs muscular ass cheeks. His hairy ass scratched against Ryder's smooth cheeks as he started to lick him.

"Yes, that feels good." Damian groaned. He pushed his butt down against Ryder's face, moving up and down over Ryder's soft tongue. "You ever had your ass eaten, bro?" Damian said to Joe.

"No way man." he said, "I didn't know that people actually did that shit."

"Take your pants off." Damian ordered.

Joe stepped out of his pants. Damian stood up, his heavy, hard cock dragging across Ryder's open mouth as he turned toward Joe. "Lean against the table, like this." Damian stood with his face toward the wall and his ass pushed out toward Ryder.

"Show him how it feels, slut."

Ryder grabbed onto Joe's ass cheeks and spread them open. Joe had a big, meaty ass. A patch of light brown hair at the top of his crack thickened as it went down. His actual hole was pink and clean, but surrounded by a ton of thick hair. Ryder dug in, licking across Joe's rosebud and then kissing his cheeks.

"This isn't a love fest." Damian said as he shoved Ryder's face deep into Joe's ass.

Ryder lapped away at the hole. Joe was silent at first, but was soon purring like a kitten. Ryder could tell that Joe was making a point not to moan too much while he was getting eaten out, but he clearly enjoyed it. Ryder dug his tongue into him, opening him up and toying with the muscle. Then he licked further up Joe's crack.

Suddenly, his mouth was filled with liquid. It burned as he licked it up. Damian was pouring straight whiskey down the small of Joe's back and into Ryder's mouth. Ryder drank as much as he could before he pulled away coughing.

Joe turned around, laughing, and his dick slapped Ryder in the face. He grabbed the bottle from Damian and took a pull before he poured some booze in his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. Ryder dove onto it, licking up the whiskey and then sucking on Joe's dick for a while, Damian then did the same thing and pulled Ryder over to his cock. Ryder moved between the two guys for the next ten minutes. His jaw started to ache. Both of the guys were leaking a serious amount of precum, but neither seemed close to cumming. The night of heavy drinking had dulled their senses.

As Ryder moved from one dick to the other, the guys got closer to one another. It was only a matter of time before Ryder had one dick in his mouth and another one pressing at his lips. Finally, when he had the fat head of Joe's cock in his mouth, Damian pushed in.

Ryder's jaw stretched as he worked to accommodate the second dick. When he looked up, Joe and Damian were standing elbow to elbow, but otherwise avoided touching each other. That was a true sign of a guy's straightness. They didn't want to do anything or say anything that would make the moment any gayer than it already was.

"I'm almost there," Damian said. He was jacking his dick now, letting Ryder take the occasional lick when he got a chance.

"Me too." Joe said. He looked down at Ryder, "I'm going to blow my nut all over your face, slut, and you're going to like it."

Damian laughed, "You still don't really get it. Of course he's going to like it. He's going to fucking love it. The dude lives for this shit."

Ryder's head was spinning as he moved from one cock to the other. The combination of whiskey and the vodka from earlier had him good and drunk. He was a little amazed that he was still in the game at this point. Damian finally pulled out and aimed his black cock at Ryder's face. The foreskin slipped up and down over the head, putting Ryder into a trance as he waited for the load. He opened his mouth wide, but wasn't surprised when Damian aimed higher. He didn't want his load in Ryder's mouth, he wanted it on his face.

The cum oozed out in thick gobs rather than in ropes. Damian rested his dick against the side of Ryder's face and moved it around, dragging the glans through the puddles of cum it was still creating. When he was finished, the right side of Ryder's face was covered in a thin layer of cum and dick slime. Damian slipped the head into Ryder's mouth and let him clean it up before he pulled out. Then he pulled his shorts back on and grabbed his phone off of the work bench. Before he started recording he looked at Ryder and said, "You're going beg my buddy for his cum, got it?"

Ryder nodded. When Damian gave the thumbs up, he asked Joe to cum on his face. When Joe shook his head, Ryder went into detail, telling him that he wanted to feel his load running down his cheeks, to taste it as it hit his lips, and to suck the last drops from his fat cock. His words were slurred, but he did a fine job getting the message across. Joe grabbed onto his cock and started pulling. It slipped through his fingers and bobbed in front of Ryder's face. Then he stopped, and his body tensed up. He grinned a little before he shut his eyes.

Joe's load blasted from his dick like water from a fire house. The first blast hit Ryder on the nose and upper lip. The force caused the cum to ricochet off of his face. Damian muttered 'Jesus' as the second shot hit Ryder, splashing across his cheeks. Joe grunted and moaned as his watery cum kept shooting out, stinging as it hit Ryder's face and pounded his skin. When Joe was finally done, Ryder' had cum dripping off of his jaw, while Damian's thick load still stuck to his cheek.

Damian stepped forward and pointed his phone at Ryder. He didn't need to tell Ryder what to do. Ryder scooped the cum off his face and ate it. He sucked his fingers clean each time and, in a moment of extreme horniness, hammed it up for the camera. He performed like a pornstar, and Joe and Damian laughed at him as he did it.

When they finished, Ryder felt like he was going to pass out. He was too drunk to feel shame and too drunk to understand that he'd been set up. It was good sex, which would have been better if he hadn't been shitfaced. Just as he was getting dressed, Bates walked back in.

"You guys took long enough," Bates said.

"Dude, this guy knows what he's doing." Joe said back.

Damian handed the phone to Bates. "We got all the good parts. He looks like a total whore."

Bates laughed, "He is a total whore." Then he looked down at Ryder, "Isn't that right, boy? What do you think your boyfriend is going to say when he sees you begging for my buddy's dick?"

Ryder looked at the ground. He felt like he was going to be sick.

"C'mon, you can sleep here tonight." Bates said. He grabbed Ryder by the shoulder and jerked him forward. Ryder stumbled as he walked into the house. When they got to Bates bedroom, he walked toward the bed.

"Are you fucking insane?" Bates yelled. "You're sleeping on the floor."

Ryder looked around, and Bates pointed to the foot of his bed. "Do I even get a pillow?" he asked.

"If you weren't drunk I'd slap you for even asking." Bates walked over to his closet. He grabbed his running shorts off the doorknob and pulled down the shirt he usually wore to the gym. Then he grabbed a few pairs of boxer briefs off of the floor. He crumbled them all up together and thrust them toward Ryder.

"Sweet dreams." he said as he walked out of the room and flipped off the light.

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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