You thought everyone would forget after the summer ended. But nobody did. You were the laughing stock of the whole school. Everyone knew you would try to stay late after school to stay in the boy’s locker room. You were a little faggot desperate to get a glimpse of all those sweaty, alpha cocks. Maybe one of them would drop a jockstrap and you would snatch it up and spend the rest of the day sniffing in the aroma. Well, the football team got an idea of what you were doing, and they decide to teach you a lesson. They catch you after practice one day sneaking around a corner you with no escape, before they rip your clothes off and begin to use you up. They’re sweaty and all riled up, tossing you from dick to dick so you can be their good little fucktoy. All your holes are stuffed and they barely give ou a second to breathe or take a break. You’re their complete bitch and as you walk away, used and bruised, you pray this can stay just between you and the football team. But it doesn’t, and you’ll forever be branded as the locker room whore.
