Day 5
The whistle blew.
Practice ended.
Milo collapsed onto the grass, body shaking with exhaustion- and frustration. He hadn't cum in five days. Not once. Not even during the team's brutal bus game or night-long edging session.
His cock was sore, red, and still twitching in his jockstrap.
"Locker room. Now," Levi ordered.
Milo obeyed without a word.
Inside the tiled showers, the team stripped one by one- throwing their sweat- soaked jerseys into baskets, towels draped loosely around their necks.
Coach had left early.
Milo stood alone, still clothed.
Levi pointed to the hook on the wall.
"Take it off."
He removed everything. Shirt. Shorts. Jockstrap.
Naked.
Plugged.
Collared.
His new tag, gifted that morning, swung between his collarbones:
> TEAM TOY - SHOWER SLUT
"New rule today," Levi said, stepping under the first stream of water. "You wash every player. Mouth, hands, tongue. No skipping. No moaning."
The others laughed and gathered around water steaming, bodies already hardening.
"Every moan," Ezra added, "gets you one spank. Every whimper gets five."
"Better stay quiet, baby," Jason smirked. "We're not going easy."
Milo crawled to Levi first.
The captain stood tall, soap in hand, cock already thick.
Milo took the bar, lathered it slowly, and began.
He washed Levi 's thighs. His chest. His abs.
Then he kissed the head of his cock soaped it slowly, and sucked it into his mouth like it was holy.
"Good," Levi groaned. "Clean it all."
Milo bobbed his head, gagging slightly but made no sound.
One down.
Next was Ezra.
Milo was on his knees again, licking water droplets from his teammate's chest dragging soap across his ass before spreading him open and licking deep.
"You've got no shame left, huh?" Ezra grunted, grinding his cock against Milo's soaked hair.
Still- Milo stayed silent.
He sucked him off too, letting the cum coat his tongue, then swallowed without blinking.
Two down.
By the time he got to Mace, his lips were red, his knees bruised from the tiles, and his hole still buzzed faintly from the plug.
Mace made him lie back on the floor.
Then he stood over him and pissed.
Milo didn't flinch.
He let it wash over his chest, his stomach, his cock already hard and twitching.
"You're disgusting," Mace chuckled. "You love this, don't you?"
Still- Milo made no sound.
He didn't moan. Not even as Mace fucked his face in long, deep strokes.
Three.
By number five, he was losing control.
"Shit," Jason whispered, kneeling beside him. "Look at your cock. It's leaking everywhere."
He reached down and flicked it- just once.
Milo jerked.
A tiny whine escaped.
The room went still.
Levi stepped forward.
"One moan."
He raised his hand and spanked Milo's inner thigh hard.
The sound cracked through the steam.
"Count," Levi said.
"O-One,"' Milo rasped.
The team cheered.
He washed every last one of them.
Cocks, balls, asses, chests, backs, even feet.
He licked cum from skin, shampooed hair, swallowed everything they gave him.
By the time he was done, his arms trembled, his knees were raw, and his cock.... His cock was pulsing untouched, so red it hurt to breathe.
Levi grabbed his face.
"You've done well."
Noah whimpered.
"Open your mouth."
He obeyed.
Levi pissed slowly into his mouth.
Milo didn't spill a drop.
When Levi was done, he smirked. "You don't need clean water. You need us."
Night fell
Levi chained Milo to the locker room bench, on his back, plug inside, arms and legs spread wide.
Every 30 minutes, a player came in.
They didn't speak.
They just used him.
Sucked him. Fucked him. Came on his face. Slapped his cock.
He was denied orgasm every single time.
And the next morning, when the freshmen arrived for mornina drills-
They found Milo still there, cum covering his abs and chest, plug twitching, lips parted in a sleepy, satisfied haze.
The locker room was loud with victory.
Milo lay on the floor-naked, plugged, marked with dried cum from last night- his body sore but hungry.
Day 6.
He hadn't cum in six days.
He hadn't been a person in six days.
Just a toy.
A pet.
A cumrag.
Today, Levi had something new planned.
The team filed in for warm-ups, laughing an stretching- but this time, Milo wasn't sent away.
He was pulled forward, chained by the collar, and brought into the center of the field.
Levi stood above him, holding a clipboard.
"Today's drill: core balance and thrust power."
He turned to Milo and smiled darkly.
"And we're going to be using our toy to help us train."
The team grinned.
Milo swallowed hard.
He loved it.
It started with body use.
Milo was made to lie on all fours while players used his back for push-ups.
Mace placed both hands on Milo's shoulder blades and pushed, groaning.
"Shit, you're even warmer than the mat."
Next, Ezra bent him over a bench and used his thighs as grip supports for squats- his cock brushing Milo's back every time he rose.
Sweat dripped onto Milo's skin. Hands grabbed his ass for balance. Fingers probed his hole mid-stretch.
"Don't tighten up, toy," Jason muttered thrusting his fingers in suddenly.
Milo flinched- but didn't resist.
He was being used. Exactly as he should.
Then came the banana dummy.
A training dummy was set up near the goalpost- tall, padded, and strapped with a yellow dildo, thick and curved.
"Mount it," Levi ordered.
Milo crawled forward, shaking, and straddled it.
The entire team sat on the benches.
He was on display
Levi pressed a hand between Milo's shoulder blades and whispered.
"Prove you're better than plastic."
Milo began to ride it.
Slow, then deeper.
He moaned- but caught it in his throat.
He bounced. Gasped. Shook.
"Look at him fuck that thing," Jason laughed. "Desperate little cumdump."
"Bet he dreams of being used like this in public."
He did.
They all knew it.
Milo 's thighs slapped down faster, harder, the dildo hitting his spot again and again- his cock drooling.
But he still didn't cum
Levi turned to the team.
"Line up. Whoever finishes on his face first gets to knot the real hole."
The bench emptied.
They came on him one by one.
Mace stroked himself over Milo's lips. "Open wide."
Milo obeyed- mouth now a target.
Ezra groaned, pumping fast. "You're disgusting."
Jason aimed for his eyes.
Levi took his time- waiting until Milo's lips were trembling- before explodinc across his cheek.
Then he pulled Milo off the dildo, slapped his cum-smeared face, and bent him over the bench.
"You did well," he whispered. "Now it's time for your reward."
Milo finally came.
The first time in six days.
Levi fucked him deep, grabbing his cock mid-thrust and stroked once- twice-
Milo screamed.
Cum shot across the floor, ropes of it- endless- as his body collapsed, finally spent, finally broken.
He cried. Moaned. Shivered.
The team clapped.
"Look at that mess."
"Damn, he came like a bitch in heat."
"Should've recorded that."
That night, the boys used him again.
Not for pleasure- just to mark him.
They filled his hole and mouth, painted his chest, even pissed on him.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Just smiled.
Because he wasn't a person anymore.
He was their favorite toy.
Their cumrag.
And tomorrow..
They would claim him forever.
Day 7
The locker room was silent.
Dim lights. Steam rising from the showers. The scent of sex, sweat, and ownership soaked into the very walls.
Milo stood in the center- naked, collar tight, hands behind his back.
Seven days.
Seven days of edging, humiliation, forced obedience, and being filled to the point of delirium.
And he had loved every second.
Today wasn't about testing him.
Today was about claiming him..
The team stood in a circle around him.
Levi stepped forward, dressed only in his towel. In his hand was a new collar.
Thick black leather. Buckled at the back. The tag at the center gleamed in the low light:
> "TEAM PROPERTY - USED. LOVED. OWNED."
Levi held it up. "Today, you make a choice."
Milo's breath shook.
"You walk out of here now- free. You'll never be used again. We won't touch you without permission. You'll go back to being just player."
A pause.
"Or"
He stepped closer, voice lowering to a growl.
"You crawl to me, and we make you ours. Fully. Permanently. You don't belong to yourself anymore. You belong to the team. To me."
Mace crossed his arms. "No safe words."
Jason leaned in. "No breaks."
Ezra grinned. "No coming without our hands."
Milo's eyes filled with tears.
This is what he wanted.
To be theirs.
Only theirs.
Forever.
He dropped to his knees.
Then crawled.
Slow. Reverent.
One knee after another, across the cold tiles. Past boots. Past legs. Past hands already reaching for him. Until he reached Levi.
He sat back on his knees, eyes wide.
"Collar me," he whispered. "Make me yours."
Levi smiled.
He lifted the old collar away and buckled the new one in place. Tight. Heavy. Final.
Then he pulled Milo into a kiss- deep, claiming.
The team roared.
"Strip," Levi ordered.
Milo was already naked- but they meant more than that.
He was placed on all fours in the center again.
One by one, each player stepped forward with an item:
Mace brought a black leather leash.
Ezra clicked on metal cuffs and tied his wrists to the floor hooks.
Jason strapped a body harness across his chest and waist- tight, revealing, designed to highlight every inch of skin.
Then Levi brought out the final piece:
A new plug.
Thick. Weighted. Silver.
Engraved with their team number.
He pressed it against Milo's hole..
"Open."
Milo obeyed.
It slid in with a satisfying stretch- making him moan loudly.
The team clapped.
"Now," Levi said. "We break him. Together."
They used him one by one.
Levi went first.
He fucked Milo deep, kissing his shoulders, claiming him slowly, whispering:
"You're mine. Ours. You'll never be alone again.".
Then Mace. Rough. Fast. Spanking Milo with every thrust.
Ezra. Slow. Cock in his mouth, fingers in his hole.
Jason. Riding him like a toy. Laughing as Milo begged to be filled.
Then two at once.
Three.
Four.
More.
By the time the last teammate finished inside him, Milo was sobbing.
From overstimulation.
From joy.
From finally, finally belonging.
He was covered.
Inside and out.
His body painted with cum, his chest rising and faling with exhausted tremors.
Levi knelt beside him.
"You're ours now," he whispered. "Nothing else matters."
He clicked the leash into the collar and gave it a gentle tug.
"Let's take you home."
Milo smiled- lips wet, eyes unfocused- and whispered:
"Thank you." The season continued. The team kept winning.
And Milo?
He was still their toy.
Used every day.
Loved. Protected. Owned.
Sometimes they made him sleep on the locker room floor.
Sometimes they dressed him in harnesses and fucked him on game night.
And sometimes..
They just held him.
Because even the dirtiest toy can be precious when it belongs to the whole team.