Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The locker ❯ One-Shot

Slightly tipsy from the after party celebrating their victory, Duo wandered aimlessly around the coach's villa while the man got the rest of the boys out and sent them home. He wasn't quite sure why the coach told him to stay put when he could have left with his friends and saved the man an extra trip. He thought maybe he did something wrong in the game and the coach wanted to chew him out in private. But while he might be a little muddle in the brain right now, he couldn't think of any instances where he didn't perform well for his chosen role. 

Roughly shook out of his nap where he had collapsed on the leather couch, the boy staggered into the darkened theatre room meekly as demanded with his eyes barely open. He didn't realise a movie was playing on the cinematic screen when he walked in. But as he stumbled around, he frowned at the weird, yet strangely familiar murmurs floating in the room. He couldn't recall why he should feel any familiarity to the background noises, but a soft cry was all it took to wake him up completely and make him look.

There on the screen, in a strangely dim and empty changing room was a lone young man. He was crouching with his knees spreading wide apart awkwardly on the wooden bench with overhead hooks placed in the middle of the room. Wearing nothing but his damp, loose long hair around his freshly showered body, the beautiful boy had his hands clutching white-knuckled at the smooth metal from above while gyrating his hips in an unmistakably sexual manner. There was no doubt he was performing some sort of erotic act as he continued to undulate his pelvis, moaning and gasping, begging for release as he lost himself in a carnal fantasy.

Seemingly nailed to the spot, beads of perspiration began to roll down the slender body as the rocking intensified and became more explicit in nature. But it all came to a very sudden end when the boy went rigid and threw his head back in an extremely provocative pose as his belly and genitals covered in white sticky juice.

Sated and exhausted, the boy pulled himself up gingerly with the help of the hooks after a long while, only to have a thick phallic toy he had temporarily fixed to the bench slid out of his hole with a wet, squelchy sound as he slowly climbed to his feet...

'Nngh... Harder... Fuck me harder...' 

If it had felt like an eternity in hell watching himself riding a dildo on the screen for the past half an hour or so, Duo knew he was definitely burning in hell when the coach caught his waist from behind and repeated those sinful words in his ear in the same breathy, needy tone as his doppelgänger did while having another go with the toy on his back on the bench. 

Feeling sick to the stomach, he quivered in terror as the coach nibbled his ear and licked his neck suggestively, his intention to have sex with him clear as a bell. The boy struggled feebly when a hand slipped under his loose T-shirt and tried to pull away from his would-be assailant. But him being heavily intoxicated by alcohol and the staggering weight of his exposed secret had rendered him rather useless against a burly man's strength as he was quickly stripped down to his underwear.

Picked up and thrown roughly onto the huge sofa bed set up recently in the middle of room, the boy was surrounded by several camcorders used for recording their games. Duo was momentarily stunned and he didn't recover quickly enough before the coach cuffed his limbs and chained him to the bed.

'What a feisty little thing you are...' The coach licked his lips wickedly as he watched his prey struggled to roll over, trying to reorientate himself as he shook his head to clear the dizziness. He then took off his own clothing, and slowed his movement to a tease once he noticed the boy's half amazed half horrified stare as he exposed himself and revealed his swelling erection. Putting on a balaclava and rolled it down over his face, the man circled the bed like a hunting cat and switched on all the camcorders as he went. 

Duo paled at the sight of the man's action and tugged at his chains frantically - while he might have fantasised about getting fucked in the ass by a man, he would rather keep his first time for a few more years and not have it on tape like his first anal experiment in the locker room! 

Realising he wasn't getting out of his bonds after a minute or two, the boy scurried away from his would-be attacker and to the furthest corner of the gigantic bed in muted panic. He wished he had changed to his boxer briefs earlier instead of leaving his jockstrap on, so he wouldn't be sitting nearly bare-assed on the satin sheet; he wished he had left with his friends, even if it only delayed the inevitable a little longer; and he wished he had taken his experiment somewhere else, so he wouldn't even be in this predicament right now! 

...how the hell did the man even get his hands on that ...thing anyway???

'Tell me,' causally grabbed hold of one of the dainty chains near him, the man reeled his struggling prey closer and forced the boy to his belly, hands straining over his head with the pale, flushed body forcibly stretched out as he was dragged across the sheet, 'have you ever had a man's cock in you? Mind you, if you lied to me, I'll find out. And you would not like the consequence when I find out about it.'

The boy trembled at those words, and he turned paler when the coach got onto the bed and perched on his back, callused hands grabbing and kneading his buttocks rather aggressively. 'I... No...ugh. I've never... Uh... I don't...ahh... No...'

Smirked at the gasping stutters and the gradual rise in temperature from the smooth skin, the man continued with his vigorous ministration, his fingers occasionally dipped between the clefts, prodding teasingly at the hidden jewel. It didn't take long for his prey to melt into a reluctant moaning, panting heap under the forceful erotic massage. When those tensed long legs began to relax and slide apart subtly seeking more attention, the man causally slipped his fingers down further, feeling his way between the heated flesh as he explored the boy's mostly untouched secret place.

He grinned when the body underneath him suddenly bucked like a wild horse. Catching the narrow waist firmly between his thighs, he forced the dazed youth to lift his hips and tuck his knees in against his own outer thighs. He then spread the fleshy cheeks before him and dug in, ruthlessly nailing the sensitive magic spot with his tongue and fingers as his prey writhed and howled in blinding ecstasy. 

Essentially a virgin still, Duo never thought he could feel such intense pleasure as the coach ravished his perineum. He was so conflicted and confused about the assault and the rapture he was experiencing he barely realised in time he was being prepared for an ass fucking session when the thick scented oil covering his bottom started dripping down his lower back and inner thighs. He knew he ought to fight for his freedom and his virtue, but everything seemed pale in comparison to the sensations the man invoked with his touches. Before he could gather himself, he was lost once more and slowly drowning in sexual desires as he was being speared in the ass and ferociously fucked by thick fingers.

Soon, a desperate shriek, followed by a mighty spasm, Duo was rolled to his back in a boneless sprawl with his legs spread gracelessly apart, senseless from the mind-blowing orgasm forced upon him. His front, despite the skimpy jock, was a total mess of glistening oil and creamy semen, while his dripping hole could be seen gaping and convulsing occasionally in the shadow.

Stroking at his own painfully hard erection, the coach enjoyed the view for a few moments before picking up a camera and started snapping pictures of the comatose boy. It wasn't long before he became unsatisfied and took a scissors down the middle of the thoroughly soaked pouch, unveiling the treasure within. Undid the tie on the boy's hair at the same time, the man shook the silky tress loose and moved the limp body into various suggestive and lewd poses for more photos, only stopping when the boy showed signs of returning to the living. 

Switching the camera for a camcorder, the man slipped between the widely spread legs and aimed the lens at the heart shaped face. He prodded the sensitive entrance gently at first, before thrusting his fingers deep and hard into the tight passage in quick succession as soon as the boy started opening his eyes. 

Shocked into the waking world, the lithe body arched in a voiceless cry and writhed wildly as the youth clawed and clutched at the sheet above his head, slender legs struggled to squeeze together in an attempt to fence off the violation. But his defence crumbled almost immediately when the magic button inside him was viciously attacked. Body shuddering violently as it rebelled against its owner's will, the exquisite bliss had him widening those milky thighs and wound around the man's waist in reflexes, hips gyrating wantonly as the greedy little mouth underneath eagerly gobbled up as much as the rude intruders would give. The boy was so knocked around by the escalating pleasure and drowning ecstasy his reluctance and inhibitions evaporated rapidly like the morning dew, making him completely susceptible to his attacker's whims. 

Smirking at the dazed-turned-horny look on the youthful face, the man put down the camcorder in his hand and pulled his willing prey into his arms. He feasted on him; kissing and licking and tasting and leaving not an inch of the slim body untouched. He forced the boy to watch as he went down on him, sucking his dick while fingering his ass, deliberately driving the teen crazy with unfulfilled needs. 

He knew he had his boy where he wanted him when the young man eagerly dove for his cock when he made him kneeled at his feet and pressed that pretty face into his laps. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the man picked up his equipment once more and started recording, taking close-up shots of the chained youth's face as he worshipped his engorged member fervently with his tongue and lips, swallowing him to the point of gagging at his own free will. He enjoyed the fellatio for awhile, stroking the bobbing head in praises as he tormented the boy's hardening sex with his foot until it was a weeping mess, before pulling the panting youth off and dragged him back in bed. 

Laying the unresisting body with the head slightly over the edge, the man shoved several fat pillows under the narrow hips for support and moved it so that the youngster could look at the screen comfortably upside down. He then uplinked the camcorder in his hand to the cinematic screen and poured the cold massage oil in his other hand on the elevated bottom of his prey, taking the boy's attention from the flicking screen as he lifted his head to pout at him. 

Leering in reply, he threw the empty bottle away and aimed the camcorder pointedly at the hand that was grabbing at the dainty genitals, petting and massaging the boy's privates intimately, knowing the boy would notice what he was doing as he touched him. He was worried for a moment when the boy stared at him blankly, but he relaxed and knew he wouldn't have a fight in his hand when the boy laid back down and wrapped his chained arms tightly around his widespread knees, giving him an unobstructed view of his balls and anus, while wiggling a toe or two at him playfully. 

Suckling at a wiggling toe, he took the time to tape the sensual massage of the boy's sex and the final stretching of the tiny bud before the defloration. Seeing how relaxed his prey was to his touch, to the point where he had even learnt how to clench his tight passage around his fingers at will, he removed his oil-soaked hand and greased his own cock, before taking aim with both his cock and the camcorder and started nudging his way into the young sexy body.

Duo was having the weirdest, darkest and most debauched, sexual fantasy of all times.

In it, he was being chained down by a masked man with a big fat cock. The man had given his ass a fantastic workout with his fingers, sucked his cock and fucked his mouth, before laying him down to show him his first uncensored, up close and personal anal sex action. 

Mouth agape at the obscene sight of a monstrous cock prodding and probing a well-oiled rosy bud, the boy swallowed hard and started to pant, his hazy eyes glued to the cinematic screen as his body burnt hotter and hotter with desperate needs at every teasing touch. He was so distracted by the onscreen foreplay it took him awhile to take note of the persistent jostling at his own backside. Eyes brightened with lust and body shaking from uncontrollable excitement, Duo crooned and licked his dry lips in anticipation - he was already missing the fullness and those sharp stabs of ecstasy from the rough fingering before. And although he had had a taste of being fucked by a dildo, he just knew it was going to be different somehow when the blunt heated rod nudged a little harder against his entrance.

Lifting his hips in earnest after the retreating pseudo cock, the sex-crazed teen slid his hands down between his legs and grabbed at the toy when it returned. He was surprised for a moment at how realistic, and alive, it felt as he run his fingers over the rigid, yet slightly curved appendage, but his mind went blank as soon as it thrust powerfully into his hands one, two, three times. Getting hot and bothered from the mental images of having this thick fleshy tool wreaking havoc inside of him, he planted his feet firmly on the broad shoulders and relaxed his sphincter, putting up no resistance when the slick tip came exploring again. 

Nudging and pushing it against his sensitive entrance, the boy's eyes crossed for a moment at the incredible sensation of being stretched to the limit as the thick bulbous head followed through and forced its way into his passage relentlessly. Not even his first time with the dildo had made him feel so turned on as his ass burnt and throbbed with the gentlest thrusts. He could almost visualise it, and definitely feel it, as his rectum was being opened up and stretched apart, and mapped out millimetres by millimetres by the merciless intruder. Breathing shallowly as he laid atop of the pillows, Duo undulated his hips instinctively, letting himself be broken in as it slid in deeper and deeper, leaving nothing untouched and unowned.

It felt like forever before the possession was completed, and he couldn't be more happier when his gaping little mouth in the rear finally met with something solid and hot. Mildly curious and a little wary at the furriness of the heated surface resting against his spread cheeks and the back of the his thighs, his attention was abruptly jerked away by the callused hand kneading at his lower abs, reminding him of the thick hard rod currently seating deep within him and the guilty pleasure of loving every single second of being filled to the hilt. He was relaxed and at ease when the slow thrusting began again, and despite his discomfort, he was surprised when an startlingly sweet meow escaped his lips when it hit just right for the first time. He never knew he could moan in such a sexually-charged way - not only did it heightened his sensitivity to the rocking movement within and against his passage, it seemed to change the direction of the thrusting as he found himself starting to let out these erotic little cries more and more from the constant spikes of rapture. 

Losing himself in the drowning ecstasy, Duo ignored the tiny alarm bell ringing at the back of his mind and rocked back against the increasingly vigorous pounding of his ass, both his legs hanging loosely over either a shoulder or an elbow around the muscular torso. He could feel callused hands squeezing his buttocks and fingers digging into his pelvis painfully. But the stark contrast of pain and pleasure only pushed him further toward the edge as he threw his arms around his masked attacker's neck and ground his hips just as hard as he was being drilled. 

Screaming loud enough to wake the dead as he cummed, the overwhelmed youth was nothing more than a boneless clay, cradled and held up only by the hands and arms around his lower back as his faceless lover continued to bounce him in his laps. He was drifting in and out of consciousness when his wandering gazes were seized by various erotic acts showcasing on multiple split-screens on the wall. Glazed eyes slowly tracing the images screen after screen, the breathless boy found himself captivated by the copulating pair in the biggest window where the young uke, who sat cuddled in his burly seme's laps, had shamelessly spread his legs and hooked his knees over the man's arms to show off the huge engorged cock underneath, thrusting in and out of his leaking hole with a dreamy smile on his face. It was so powerful a picture he couldn't help running his eyes over every line and nook of the entwined bodies, staring at the conjoint organs as they meshed and melded against each other until he came in empathy when copious thick white cream gushed out of the stuffed opening and spattered all over the collapsed couple's genitals.

Gasping in sated exhaustion, Duo relaxed and snuggled against the body behind him sleepily. His hole was so full with everything and perfectly stretched and hammered and loved up it was almost surreal - he knew he would never forget this scenario for the rest of his life. He was ready to fall asleep and wake up a new man, but that tiny little bell came back buzzing louder than ever as everything quieted down. He couldn't seem to ignore it, no matter how hard he tried to bury it. And every other details that he now remembered and/or noticed, came back to haunt him - the chains on his limbs, the camcorders, the rough fingering, the oral sex, the lifelike cock and furry hair, that familiar dreamy face on the screen and the rivulets of seeds currently spurting out of his opening and down his cheeks from the sudden absence of the thick 'ass-plug'...

'No...' The slender body quivered in shock and the boy hid his face behind his cuffed arms - it was one thing to be as thoroughly fucked as he did in a fantasy, and another in reality. Not to mention the absolute coverage of the filming of the entire encounter. His life was now in ruins, and he cried out in shame when his body tightened in excitement as the banes of his existence 'plugged' his ass again, before he was shoved onto his knees and the man started pummelling him doggy style without any warnings.

'Yes...' He shuddered as the coach hissed in his ear, both man and boy grunted at the sudden change of angle and a sweet moan escaped his lips involuntarily at the sharp spike of pleasure, 'you know you love it... Ugh... Is this hard enough for you, baby boy?'

Duo shook his head desperately - he really didn't want this, but the coach took his answer as a negative to his rhetorical question and planted a hand between his shoulders, forcing him to press his upper body against the bed with his bottom elevated in such way that he could do nothing but feel every stroke within, as the man changed tactics, rolling his hips backwards slowly before thrusting in strong and deep. The sounds, the smell, the tickling sensations of the excess semen being forced out of his hole and streaming down his inner thighs continuously as the coach hammered his ass was a reality he couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried to block it out of his head. It only made it more vivid as his treacherous body opened up and writhed wantonly, his innermost passage clinging and squeezing desperately at the fleshy intruder that gave no mercy, taking and marking and owning everything it touched while making its presence known over and over again. It was impossible to refuse the alluring bliss as he came screaming once more - hot lava gushing within him, coating and soaking and claiming his core as he instinctively clenched his insides to milk the man's essence to the last drop.

Lying still as he came out of his post-coital haze, Duo didn't bother to move when he felt a hand running down his back and kneaded at his buttock when it stopped. Nor did he react when a finger crept between his cheeks and started digging the white mess out from his passage. He only buried his face into the sheet when he heard the snapping sound of a camera's shutter, but he didn't fight it when the coach made him resume his last position and put his bottom on display for more lewd pictures of the aftermath. He was nothing but a perfect little girl's rag doll as he obeyed every one of the coach's command, giving the man no bounds of what he could or couldn't do to him as the man continued to take photos of him. Pictures of him on his knees sucking a cock; of him laying on his back showing off the semen dotting all over his body; of him spreading his legs masturbating and fucking himself wildly with his own fingers as he laid writhing on the bed; of him taking a cock to the hilt and cummed bending in half... And so much more that he couldn't recall if he tried.

Duo couldn't recall how he got home afterwards either. He knew they had more sex after the photo shoot. The man probably had him fucked in all kinds of things in every room and on every single surface available within the walls of the villa. But it was nothing but a white blur in his memory and a very, very sore ass. So much so that he came crashing down from a simple cold and nearly got hospitalised. He quitted the team after he recovered, graduated and moved away from the area, using his parents' job transferral as the perfect excuse to get away from the man who had stolen his innocence. 

He never knew what had become of the man, the sex tapes and all those pictures of him being ravished in that horribly unbelievable, nightmarish encounter. But he knew the results it had on him - he couldn't get hard without being chained and cuffed, and even then, it was never the same no matter how hard or rough he was being fucked into the bed.

He was at a loss, of what to do with himself, when he received a ten-years school reunion invitation, along with a obscene picture of his younger self arching his back, cumming in all his naked glory with a gigantic fleshy looking vibrator pulling out of his ass. He knew he should be terrified, but he only found relief when he went to the reunion, and left with the devil afterward.

Walking into the familiar theatre room and seeing the same old movie of his first anal experiment in the locker room playing on a better resolution cinematic screen no longer frightened him. Instead, he felt comforted as his whole body burnt with the unmistakable heat he had been missing all this time from a mere hard squeeze on his clothed bum. Letting himself be undressed and cuffed, he was led to a much bigger bed and chained, where he was then thoroughly used and fucked through the mattress once the surrounding cameras started rolling on the action.

When he had cummed screaming from the first gush of lava flooding his insides, Duo knew everything was going to be alright.

He was home at last.