Chad sniffled as cum leaked out of his left nostril. He didn't want anyone to see the videos. No one seemed to know who he was, and as long as he took it, they wouldn't. Least ways the sun was rising, and the party would be ending soon, right?
"Hey, hurry up you guys and finish with piggy. The guys from Riverton High are arriving for their session," a male voice shouted into the barn.
Chad's eyes widened as drunken Rod and Rick shared his ass with both their big cocks. Rick would plunge in, as Rod pulled out, then Rod plunged in as Rick pulled out. Fuck, Riverton's football team was coming to use him? He remembered how big the crotches were on some of their linemen, and swallowed hard.
Chad groaned in agony as Rick and Rod shoved their two massive erections in together. Chad felt his cock jerk inside its rubber prison, his balls were swimming in is own cum, as he blew another load. Chad sobbed. Damn, he was starting to like being fucked silly. They were going to ruin him.
Chad sobbed in the hay, as Rod and Rick pissed nearby. He could hear vehicles pulling up, and doors slamming, male voices could be heard too. Chad looked up at an old poster tacked the barn wall. "TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!" it proclaimed. Chad buried his face int he dirty straw.
A palm swatted his bare ass, and a voice shouted, "YEE HAW! We got us a fine piggy here! Hey, Bob, hand me the jersey, it's time to fuck Chad silly!"
They knew who he was? Chad raised his head. Roger Kenwood from Riverton was there in his team jersey, he was holding a plain white practice jersey that had been doctored with marking pens to look like a crude versions of Chad's team jersey complete with his number 23. Roger forced the jersey over Chad's head, and guided his rubber mitted hands trough the sleeves.
"Nuh!" moaned Chad through his gag.
"Pussy boy, shut up! From now on, you answer to the name Chad. He may have screwed us out of the Championship, but now we're going to screw him - well, you, as if you were him. Maybe you'll work like a voodoo doll, and the real Chad will feel his ass getting reamed?" Roger said pulling his cock out.
Chad's eyes widened, he hadn't realized how thick and twisted Roger's cock was. This was going to hurt.
"Glugh!" moaned Chad as Roger grabbed his head and forced his cock inside. Chad couldn't breathe. He passed out and came to only while Roger was plowing his sorry ass. Chad managed to blow another load, and have a dry load too during Roger's usage. He was sniveling and sobbing.
"Boy, you think that hurt?" Roger laughed as he left, "You ain't had the big boys yet."
"Oh, he did, but he was high then, so he doesn't remember, but he's stretched enough for your big boys," laughed the male voice who had the videos.
Chad couldn't turn to see who spoke, as he had two more Riverton players ready for their turns. Chad farted a loud, wet bubbling fart.
"Shit, he got sloppy seconds all over me."
"Well, fill him up with more. I swear you guys need to pump his belly so full you cannot see any of his six pack."
"Six pack? Oh, yeah, I can feel it, barely. After 60 or so loads, I think it'll be smooth as a baby's ass," said Roger running his hand over Chad's belly, and you'd like that won't you, Piggy Chad?" He put his hand on Chad's hood, and Chad was afraid he might take it off, so he snorted, and nodded.
"That's it, Chad, embrace your Pussiness!" said the one who knew he was really Chad. There were at least 30 guys crammed into the barn around him. Beer flowed like water, and it was still only morning. A boom box started playing Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Relax. They were going to it alright, and it hurt less as Chad relaxed and took it like the Pussyboy he was pretending to be... pretending?