Jeff looked up at his former best friend with a dazed look in his eyes. He looked passed the barrel chest layered with thick brown curls of chest hair, into the chiseled stubbled face of Simon. Jeff's mind was trying to process what was going on but it felt like he had molassas in his head. He looked at the bushes of pit hair sticking out from under Simon's arms and his dick became rock hard again. Simon's BO was so bad, and Jeff could hardly believe his face had been pinned under them just seconds ago. The scent coming off of Simon was unbelievable. He knew in his mind that this wasn't him, that this was disgusting. But another part of his mind was telling him to give in.
Jeff's eyes trailed down to the huge cock in front of him. It was so big, and veiny. The musk was very potent coming off of it. Jeff leaned in and took a sniff and moaned. "Stop!", his mind screamed at him; "This is disgusting! You need to get away or else it will be too late!". Jeff broke his gaze from the hairy member that hung between Simon's legs and he looked into the eyes of his friend. Simon still had the same eyes, but his friend was no longer behind them; a cruel selfish jock was all that was left of Simon. Jeff tried to speak to Simon, to plead with him. A weak "no..." was all that he could muster.
Simon laughed at his friend. "Don't worry Jeff, I can see your trying to think this through, and its getting a bit difficult. Your brain must be starting to feel like mush with all of my musk in your head. Don't worry, I have just the spot for you". Simon grabbed Jeff and lifted him to his feet. Jeff stood up, not giving an ounce of resistance to Simon. "okay..." Jeff lazily said. In his mind, though, the old Jeff was screaming. "No! Don't listen to him! Stop!". It made no difference as Jeff was walked slowly into a corner of the locker room and instructed to kneel down. Jeff fought back a little bit but was quickly shoved to his knees by the much bigger Simon.
Jeff was that he was kneeling in a pile of well worn, yellow, stinky jock straps. They stunk like sweat and balls. "This is so gross!", he thought as his knee squished into a wet pouch soaked with what he could only imagine was cum.
"There there, Jeff", Simon sarcastically mocked his former best friend. "This is your new home now. You are to just stay here with all the dirty jockstraps. See, us football players have a lot of pent up stress. And your going to be here to relieve it for us, to be our new locker room cum dumpster". "Cum dumpster?! What the fuck, No! I'm not even gay", his old mind was screaming at him. He tried to get up very groggily and slowly, but Simon just roughly pushed him back down.
"No, no, no, Jeffy, there is no getting away. This is your new home. I can see you fighting back now, but once you get broken in a few times, you would be able to put up a fight anymore".
Simon reached down and gripped his rock hard rod and began to pump up and down. Simon closed his eyes and began to moan; "Yeah Jeff, uuhhhh, let me just, mmm, get a nice load for you so you can stop fighting and just give in".
Jeff's eyes widened in terror as Simon's erect cock was mere inches from his face. No matter what he did though, he couldn't move or get away. It was like he was in a trance. He could smell the sweat and BO coming from Simon's body and his balls. He should have been disgusted but it was turning him on so much.
"Come on Jeff, do something. Move your legs and run, punch him in the balls, do something! Or else your going to just be a slave to these smelly jocks forever!". Jeff closed his eyes, and concentrated. He grunted as he put all his energy into moving. Slowly, he regained movement and he began to slowly get to his feet. Just then, he heard Simon moan deeply. Jeff had his eyes closed but as soon as he felt the hot thick substance spatter against his face, he knew it was over. "Cum", Jeff's mind thought. Load after sticky load spattered on his face and ran down his chest. It was so warm, and the scent was so musky and strong. Load after hot load hit him. With each load, his mind slowly drained and fizzed out, he sunk back to his knees. "Cum. Jock cum. That is all I need", his mind told himself.
As the loads tapered off, Jeff opened his eyes and looked up at Simon. "More..." he weakly muttered as the cum slowly dripped off of his face. Simon started laughing heartily, knowing his work for now was done. "There we go Jeff, you see, that wasn't so bad! ou just have to get used to it! This is your home now, Jeffy".
With that, Simon heard the locker room door slam open as the whole team funneled in from a grueling practice. "And there you go, Jeff. The whole team is back and they are going to be quite horny. Time for you to get used to your position as our team cum dump. After today, your going to be covered in so many loads!".
Jeff could only stare as each of the football players walked up, jacked off, and came all over Jeff. Jeff could only kneel there and take it, moaning as if he had no mind of his own. With each smelly load that each player blew, Jeff was settling into his new life. As a heavy linebacker blew his thick cum all over the side of Jeff's head, Jeff moaned, thinking how he could really enjoy his new life...