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The Redridge University Stallions see their cumulative win rate climb from 0.55 to 0.75 over the first six matches after introducing what they call the bracelet rule.
The rule itself is simple. The first tenet—reminiscent of Fight Club—is that you don’t talk about the bracelet rule. The idea, born during a late-night post-loss drinking session at team captain Harley’s apartment, stays within the team and only within the team. The second is just as straightforward; after every victory, wing player Theo wears a bracelet—a small, woven band of thick black string tied around his wrist,
And while he’s wearing the bracelet, anyone on the team can fuck him wherever and whenever they want, granted it doesn’t break the first tenant.
When the evening’s game ends in a decisive, hard-won victory, Theo doesn’t even wait for the cheering to settle. Before they’re off the field, he slips the bracelet free from his water bottle and slides it onto his wrist—a motion lost in the blur of sweaty high fives and over-excited chest bumps.
He can already feel the weight of eyes on him as he makes his way toward the showers, the attention prickling along his spine. So when strong hands loop around his waist just as he’s rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair, it’s not a surprise.
“Am I the first to get you?” A familiar voice purrs low in his ear.
Theo rolls his eyes as Harley’s touch travels across his torso, one hand sliding high to his chest while the other drops to his hips. “You know you are.”
“Perks of being captain,” Harley says, nipping the shell of Theo’s ear before he grabs one of his thighs, hiking it up until he’s balancing on one leg with his hands braced on the slick tile.
“You better not make me fall,” Theo shoots over his shoulder as Harley’s other hand moves down from where it gropes at his chest, slipping around his hip. He bites back a sigh as Harley’s fingers graze his cock, rubbing up and down shower damp skin.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be real gentle,” Harley murmurs lowly, his gravely voice sending a shiver down Theo’s body, even if he doesn’t believe the captain for a second. “After all, I have to leave something left for the rest of the team.”
Harley toys with him until his cunt drips into the taller man’s palm, pinching and stroking his little cock until Theo can’t hold back his moans.
“Pl-please–ah… please just fuck me already,” Theo bites out, arching his back until his ass presses against Harley’s hips, his erection swigning bare between his legs, waiting to spear Theo open.
“I probably should, shouldn’t I?” Harley muses, lining himself up with one hand. “There’s a bit of a line forming.”
“Huh–uh—!” Theo glances to the side just as Harley’s cock sinks inside, heavy and familiar. Their bodies thud together with a wet slap of skin as Harley hammers into him, his rhythm swift and steady as he stretches Theo’s cunt around him. He’s distantly aware of eyes on him, shadows lingering just outside the shadow stall.
But he can’t focus on them much, not when Harley’s cock fills him so perfectly. His body shakes back and forth from the force of his thrusts, his entrance strained and reddened around that thick shaft as it slams its way deep inside.
“A-ah…! Yuh-y-yes! Yes! Haah… harder, harder—nnhg!” Euphoria sparks behind his eyes as Harley plows into him with his entire body weight, using his grip on Theo’s hips to pull him back into the thrust.
Harley lets out a sound between a chuckle and a groan. “You need it rough like a proper slut, don’t you, baby?”
“Ghh—! U-uh…! Y-y’suh—!” He babbles, wet curls clinging to his forehead as he nods shakily. “I-I’m–uh—! G-gonna–gonna…ah …ff-fuck, ah—!”
“Go on then,” Harley says, keeping his strokes long and bruising. “Cum on my fucking cock. Show me how tight that little cunt gets.”
“A-ah…!” He whines loud and open mouthed as his climax breaks. His base leg shakes wildly, back arching into Harley’s chest. Pleasure twists throughout his body, radiating from his gut with renewed intensity each time that cock plows back inside.
The first orgasm of many.
Harley finishes in him a moment later, pumping his load deep as soon as Theo’s body begins to fall limp. He barely bothers to clean the mess, doing a quick once over to rid himself of any new sweat and wiping his hand a few times between his legs before he turns the water off.
He sees half the team standing stiffly in the locker room around him as he pulls his sweat pants on, doing little to hide the tenting between their legs. Harley’s cum quickly soaks through his boxers, thick globs dripping steadily out onto the thin cotton, but he shrugs it off. He won’t spend very much time clothed tonight anyway.
To his surprise, no one else grabs him in the locker room. They wait, eyes following Theo, gazes dropping unabashedly lower as they talk—biding their time. Finally, after he climbs in the backseat of Harley’s truck, a hand rests on his shoulder, snaking slowly around the back of his neck. The teammate sitting next to him, Daniel, flashes a smile before shoving Theo down toward his crotch.
“Couldn’t wait until we got home?” Harley comments lightly, sparing them a glance in the review mirror.
“Fuck, no, dude,” Daniel laughs, hand knotting in dark curls along the back of Theo’s head as he works his waistband down the other hand.
“Fair enough. Just make sure he swallows. I don’t want jizz on my backseat.” Harley says before returning his attention to the road.
“Hear that, Theo?” Daniel croons as his cock springs free close to Theo’s lips. “Make sure you get every drop. Now, you want to suck it or do you want me to make you?”
Theo swallows, watching the streetlights as the catch on the smooth skin of his cockhead. Drool begins to pool behind his teeth. “...make me.” He admits quietly.
Both Daniel’s broad hands wrap around the back of his skull as he drives Theo down onto his cock. His tip jams against the back of Theo’s throat as he fucks the smaller bou roughly, shaking him up and down.
“Ghkk—! Gh–h–hk–!” Theo gags loud and wet as Daniel pleasures himself with his mouth more like a fleshlight than a person. He relaxes his jaw and tries to lick at the thick vein along the bottom of Daniel’s shaft, feeling his cunt grow wet again, arousal mixing with cum smearing across his thighs until it soaks a wet patch through his sweat pants.
God, he really is a whore, isn’t he? Getting off on being treated like this…
Daniel finishes deep in his throat as they pull up to the apartment, leaving Theo’s eyes red ringed and teary as he readjusts his shorts before Harley ushers them both out of the car.
The taste of salt and musk clings to his tongue as the door swings open, revealing Luca and a few members of the team that left ahead of them waiting in their shared apartment, beers already cracked and booze bottles sitting on the counter.
Luca thrusts a shot into his hand—chilled vodka, Theo’s favorite. He throws his head back as he downs it and a moment later, Luca has him on the couch, cum stained pants hanging around one ankle with his legs spread wide.
“Aw, look how wet he is,” Luca chuckles, tugging his boxers the rest of the way off to display the dark spot spreading across his crotch.
Laughs resound throughout the small apartment and Theo’s face flushes dark. “At least give me another shot if you’re gonna make fun of me.”
His wish is granted and then Luca’s cock is spearing him open, sinking in torturously slow increments. Luca fucks him shallowly at first, slipping his cockhead in and out a few times, thursing just a fraction deeper each time until the anticipation threatens to drive Theo crazy.
“Oh God, j-just fuck me already! Aah…d-dammit—!” He whines, throwing his head back into the cushions.
“So impatient,” Someone laughs from further in the living room, blocked by Luca’s body pinning him down.
By the time Luca’s hips finally press against him, the buzz of vodka has begun to blur the edges of his vision. It only seems to make him more sensitive, nerves overactive and tingling as he moans. Luca’s cock stretches him so nicely, shorter than Harley’s but thicker and gently curved into his upper walls. Every thrust drags across Theo’s G-spot, and when Luca slams back in, he can’t stop the gush of fluid that spurts out, soaking both their bellies.
Luca doesn’t waste any more time teasing him. His hands push Theo’s legs down into the cushions, folding him in half as he fucks the smaller boy with relentless, almost animalistic strokes. Each thrust ignites sparks behind his eyelids. He feels dizzy with it, pleasure and alcohol melting his brain into a cockdumb slurry between his ears.
He loves being used like this, used like a whore, used like a toy. His cunt squelches loud and wet and happy around every stroke as if letting the whole room know how much of a slut he really is.
“Haah…ah….s-so gg—! So-o-oh… g-good, good–ff-fuck—!” He babbles, his entrance growing red and puffy around Luca’s bruising strokes. His eyes flutter as his vision swims, hands scrabbling at the couch cushions as he cums again.
His body shakes limp and happy as Luca continues pounding, pounding, pounding away until his own orgasm overtakes him. He folds over Theo’s body, pressing him into the couch as his cock twitches.
“O-oh, yess…. cum in me. Haah… yes, yes…” He murmurs contentedly, still panting hard as he feels heat bloom in his gut. Luca’s cum fills him so nicely, flooding his cunt and dribbling out his entrance in thick white globs as he pulls out.
A warm, broad chest presses against Theo’s as he’s shifted around by a few sets of nameless hands until he’s laying on someone—Zach, he realizes belatedly as the man’s cock presses between his legs.
Zach fucks up into him with rapid strokes, fingertips digging into the soft skin of Theo’s ass, holding him in place to use the smaller boy’s fucked-out cunt however he pleases.
“He’s still so fucking tight,” Zach bites out, balls slapping against slick soaked skin. “We got lucky having such a good slut on the team.”
“Sure did,” Someone else agrees as a set of hands pull hip upward by his upper arms before a cock presses against his lips.
He opens his lips obediently, mouth pliant as someone begins bobbing in and out leisurely across his tongue, muffling his breathy little moans.
God, he loves the bracelet rule.