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Part 2…

The captain’s grip tightens on the dildo, her muscles flexing as she drives it deeper into my ass, forcing the thick shaft past any resistance my body has left. The stretch burns like fire, my tight walls yielding unwillingly to the invasion, every ridge scraping against my insides. I sob quietly, the sound muffled in my throat, tears soaking the bench beneath my head.

My asshole clenches around the toy, trying to expel it, but she just pushes harder, burying it until I feel impossibly full, my ass cheeks pressed flat against the base. The pain radiates through my core, sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it, a humiliating wave of pleasure stirs, my prostate throbbing from the pressure, sending unwanted sparks up my spine to my tiny cock.

“Oh God, look at him squirm,” the captain sneers, her voice thick with cruel amusement as she twists the dildo slightly, making me gasp. “His little asshole is sucking it in like a greedy slut. Bet that tiny dick of yours is loving this, huh?”

She rocks her hips forward, mimicking a real fuck, the motion jolting the toy deeper still, and I bite back a cry, my body trembling violently. The girls’ laughter rings in my ears, echoing off the locker room walls, a constant reminder of my exposure—naked, spread, filmed from every angle.

Hands descend on my cock again, the freckled girl slapping the sensitive head with her palm, the sting making it twitch pathetically. “Pathetic thing,” she mocks, pinching the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing until pre-cum beads at the tip. “It’s like a little worm trying to dance. Does getting your asshole reamed make your micro-dick hard?”

The redhead joins in, her fingers wrapping around my balls, tugging them downward roughly while she slaps the underside of my cock. Each hit sends jolts through me, mixing with the deep ache in my ass, my three-inch erection bobbing uselessly, leaking more slickness onto my stomach. I feel so small, so broken, their touches invasive and relentless, turning my body into their plaything.

Tears stream down my face, hot and endless, as I beg silently—please, stop, it hurts, let me go—my lips moving without sound, eyes pleading with theirs. But they only laugh harder, the brunette leaning in close, her breath hot on my cheek. “Aww, is babydick crying?” she taunts, flicking my nipple hard before grabbing the dildo from the captain and shoving it in even deeper. “Push it, girls—make him take every fucking inch.”

The stretch intensifies, my asshole burning as she forces the base flush against me, holding it there while my sobs grow quieter, more defeated. The emotional crush of it all weighs heavier than the physical pain—their eyes on me, phones capturing my degradation, the way they strip away every shred of dignity.

The dildo thrusts violently now, the redhead taking over, pulling it out halfway before slamming it back in with brutal force. Pain explodes inside me, raw and tearing, but the humiliating pleasure floods in right behind, my prostate milking sparks of ecstasy that make my dick throb harder. My body betrays me completely, hips jerking up to meet each thrust despite the agony, a moan slipping past my lips amid the sobs.

“Listen to that,” the blonde cackles, her phone inches from my face, filming the tears and the way my mouth hangs open. “He’s moaning like a bitch in heat. Your tiny dick’s dripping—bet you’re gonna cum from getting ass-fucked, aren’t you, loser?”

They record every agonizing moment, the freckled girl circling to get a close-up of my stretched hole, the dildo glistening with my reluctant slickness as it pistons in and out.

“Smile for the camera, micro-dick,” she jeers, zooming in on my twitching cock while the captain teases it with feather-light strokes, her nails scraping the sensitive skin. “Look how it jumps—pathetic. We’re gonna make you shoot your worthless load while we ruin this asshole.”

The verbal humiliation cuts deep, their words twisting the knife in my shattered ego, making the pleasure feel even more shameful. I’m near breaking, the pressure building in my balls, coiling tight as the thrusts grow faster, harder, the pain and ecstasy blurring into one overwhelming storm.

The brunette slaps my dick again, harder this time, the sharp pain yanking me back from the edge just enough to prolong the torment. “Not yet, slut,” she hisses, her fingers digging into my thigh as she helps spread me wider. “We want to see you beg out loud first—tell us how much you love your ass getting wrecked by a fake dick bigger than your whole arm.” I shake my head, another sob escaping, but the captain grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Say it, or we’ll keep going until you pass out.”

Their laughter swells, invasive touches everywhere—fingers pinching my balls, nails raking my inner thighs, the dildo never stopping its violent assault. My mind fractures under the onslaught, the humiliation sinking into my bones, leaving me trembling on the precipice, wondering if I’ll cum from this degradation or just shatter first.

The captain ramps up the pace, the dildo plunging deep with wet, obscene sounds that fill the room, my ass clenching around it in futile protest. Pleasure twists sharper now, humiliating in its intensity, my tiny cock straining, pre-cum pooling on my skin. They mock it all—the tears, the moans, the way my body arches—phones whirring, voices overlapping in a chorus of cruelty.

“Cry more, bitch—it’s turning us on.”

“Film his little dick twitching. It’s so close to popping.”

I bite my lip bloody, silent pleas dying in my throat as the wave builds higher, their relentless teasing pushing me toward the edge, the pain in my ass a constant throb that only heightens the shameful rush.

The captain’s eyes lock onto mine, gleaming with sadistic glee as she wrenches the dildo out just enough to make my ass clench in desperate relief, only to slam it back in with a force that rips a choked scream from my throat. The thick shaft buries itself deeper than before, pushing past my broken, trembling limits, stretching my hole to its absolute brink.

Every inch forces my walls apart, the burn intensifying into a white-hot agony that radiates through my pelvis, my body shuddering uncontrollably on the cold bench. I feel it all—the unyielding pressure against my prostate, the way my insides grip the invading toy, slick with my own shameful wetness. Tears blur my vision, my chest heaving with sobs that I can’t hold back anymore, the emotional weight crashing down as hard as the physical pain.

“That’s it, take it all, you worthless little dick bitch,” the captain growls, her voice low and commanding, her hips grinding forward to drive the dildo even further, as if she wants to split me open.

Her free hand clamps onto my hip, nails digging into my skin, holding me in place while I writhe, my legs spread wide and shaking. The girls around us erupt in fresh laughter, their voices a cacophony of mockery that drowns out my whimpers. I’m so exposed, naked and vulnerable under their stares, phones capturing every twitch, every tear-streaked gasp, the red light of recording lenses like spotlights on my humiliation.

Hands swarm my tiny dick again, the freckled girl and the redhead descending like predators. Their fingers wrap around my three-inch shaft, jerking it hard and fast, no mercy in their grips. The freckled one’s palm slaps against the head with each stroke, the sharp stings making it twitch pathetically in their hold, pre-cum slicking their skin.

“Look at this sad little nub,” the redhead sneers, squeezing the base until I yelp, her thumb pressing roughly into the underside, forcing more leaks from the tip. “It’s barely even there—jerking it feels like playing with a clit. Bet you’re loving how we wreck your ass while we milk this joke of a dick.”

Their laughter cuts through me, cruel and unrelenting, amplifying the shame flooding my veins, my face burning hotter than the fire in my ass.

Sobs choke me now, ragged and broken, spilling out as the pain and degradation overwhelm my shattered body. Each thrust of the dildo sends shockwaves through me, the captain merciless, twisting it inside to grind against my prostate, blending the agony with bursts of unwanted pleasure that make my cock throb harder in their fists. I feel so small, so utterly defeated—their strong, athletic bodies towering over my skinny frame, their confidence crushing my shyness into dust.

My mind reels with the exposure, knowing this is all being filmed, destined to haunt me forever, my tiny cock and stretched ass immortalized in their cruel gallery. The emotional torrent mixes with the physical, tears soaking my cheeks as I silently beg for it to end, but my body betrays me, hips bucking weakly into their rough strokes.

“Aw, listen to him cry like a baby,” the brunette taunts from behind her phone, zooming in on my face contorted in pain and reluctant ecstasy. “Your micro-dick’s leaking like a faucet—gonna squirt for us again, loser? Show everyone how a real man gets off on ass-fucking.”

The captain laughs, a deep, throaty sound, as she rams the dildo deeper still, the base slapping against my cheeks with wet smacks that echo in the locker room. The stretch is unbearable now, my hole gaping around the toy, every nerve screaming, but the pressure on my prostate builds that humiliating coil in my gut tighter, faster. The girls’ jerks turn frantic, their fingers slick and vise-like, pulling and twisting my pathetic erection until it’s raw and hypersensitive.

I can’t hold it back—the wave crashes over me, helpless and humiliating, my tiny dick spurting in their grips under the barrage of their mockery.

“Thar she blows…” the redhead shouts in a mock pirate voice, and they all laugh.

Hot ropes of jizz shoot out, weak and messy, splattering across my stomach and their hands, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through the pain. Sobs mix with a strangled moan, my ass clenching around the dildo in rhythmic spasms, milking it deeper while the captain keeps thrusting, prolonging the torment.

“Wowee—such pathetic squirts from a pathetic dick,” the freckled girl jeers, shaking the last drops from my twitching shaft, her laughter ringing sharp.

The shame hits like a tidal wave, my cum cooling on my skin a sticky reminder of my broken submission, tears flowing freely as I collapse inward, emotionally shattered before their eyes.

They don’t stop filming, phones whirring closer, capturing the mess, the way my cock softens to its useless nub, dribbling remnants. Voices overlap in a storm of taunts: “What a quick shooter, micro-man.”

“Cry more… It’s hilarious how broken you look.”

“Bet your ass is ruined now—gonna walk funny for days.”

The captain finally eases the dildo out halfway, but leaves it buried deep, twisting it lazily to make me whimper, her eyes boring into mine with triumphant cruelty. I lie there trembling, exposed and spent, the cold bench biting into my back, their laughter echoing as they circle, debating what fresh hell to unleash next.

My mind fractures further, the humiliation sinking deeper, leaving me wondering how much more I can take before I truly break apart.

The captain’s grin widens, her eyes raking over my spent, trembling body like I’m nothing more than a toy she’s not done breaking. She yanks the dildo out fully this time, the sudden emptiness leaving my ass gaping and throbbing, a raw ache that pulses with every heartbeat. Slick lube and my own shameful fluids drip down my crack, cooling on the bench beneath me. I whimper, curling inward instinctively, but rough hands grab my arms, hauling me up onto my knees before I can hide.

The girls’ laughter swells again, a wall of sound that crashes over me, my tiny dick limp and useless between my legs, still sticky with my jizz. Shame burns in my chest, hot and unrelenting, mixing with the exhaustion weighing down my limbs—I’m so exposed, so utterly defeated, their phones still trained on me like vultures circling a carcass.

“Oh, we’re not done with you yet, micro-dick,” the captain sneers, her voice dripping with contempt as she steps closer, turning her back to me.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, shoving them down along with her panties, exposing her firm, athletic ass. The scent hits me first—sweaty and musky from their practice, a sharp tang that makes my stomach twist.

“Get your face in there, loser. Lick my asshole clean. Show us how low you’ll go.”

Her words slice through me, the command laced with that cruel amusement that makes my skin crawl. I hesitate, tears stinging my eyes, but the freckled girl shoves my head forward by the hair, forcing my nose to brush against the captain’s cheeks. The other girls hoot and jeer, phones zooming in to capture the degradation in high definition.

My lips part against my will, tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat beading along her crack. It’s bitter, earthy, the flavor coating my mouth as I lap tentatively at her tight asshole, the puckered ring twitching under my touch. She groans mockingly, pushing back to grind her ass against my face, smothering me in the humid heat.

“Deeper, bitch—tongue-fuck it like you mean it,” she demands, her voice muffled through the flesh pressing into me.

I gag, the musk overwhelming, tears spilling down my cheeks as I force my tongue inside, probing the hot, clenching walls. Humiliation floods me, deeper than before—I’m on my knees in the girls’ locker room, naked and broken, servicing them like some pathetic slave. My mind screams in protest, but my body obeys, the emotional shatter cracking wider with each degrading swipe.

The captain grinds harder, her ass cheeks squeezing my face, cutting off my air until black spots dance in my vision. Spit and sweat mix on my chin, dripping onto the floor as I lick frantically, desperate for mercy that won’t come. Finally, she pulls away with a satisfied laugh, wiping herself mockingly on my hair.

“Not bad for a tiny dick virgin. Next!”

The redhead steps up eagerly, dropping her shorts to reveal her own sweaty ass, the crack glistening from the workout. She bends slightly, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, her asshole winking at me invitingly—or tauntingly.

“Your turn to clean me up, shrimp dick. Bet you’ve never tasted real pussy sweat before—ass sweat’s even better for losers like you.”

They shove me forward again, my knees scraping the cold tile, the pain shooting up my legs, but nothing compared to the fire in my soul. I press my mouth to her, tongue sliding along the salty crevice, lapping at the puckered hole that’s still damp from their game. The taste is stronger here, more pungent, making me retch quietly, but I push on, circling the rim before dipping inside.

She moans exaggeratedly, rocking back to bury my nose in her crack, the grinding motion forcing my tongue deeper into the tight heat. “Yeah, eat that dirty asshole, you worthless worm,” she taunts, her voice breathy with fake pleasure.

The girls around us explode in laughter, one filming close-up while another slaps my exposed ass, the sting making me jolt and lick harder. Emotionally, I’m drowning—each lap strips away another layer of my dignity, the public exposure via their videos ensuring this nightmare lives on, my small penis forgotten, but my submission eternal.

Tears stream freely now, mixing with the spit and sweat on my face as the redhead finally relents, shoving me away with a kick to my shoulder. I gasp for air, coughing, but there’s no reprieve—the brunette’s already there, her strong thighs parting as she presents her ass, cheeks flushed and sweaty.

“Hurry up, crybaby. My asshole’s waiting for that pathetic tongue of yours.”

Her command brooks no argument, and the freckled girl yanks my head into place, mashing my mouth against the musky center. I lick obediently, the salty tang invading my senses, tongue thrusting into the clenching ring as she grinds back mercilessly. The pressure smothers me, her ass flesh enveloping my face, the scent so thick it’s all I can breathe. Gags rise in my throat, but I swallow them down, humiliated beyond words—I’m their toy, their joke, forced to rim them one by one while they mock my every whimper.

“Look at him go—tongue deep in her shithole like a pro slut,” someone jeers, phones whirring as they capture the wet sounds, my muffled sobs.

The brunette laughs, twisting to glance back at me, her eyes gleaming with dominance. “Deeper, fag—taste how sweaty we get kicking ass on the field. Bet your micro-dick’s twitching just from the shame.”

It is, shamefully, a faint stir in my groin amid the degradation, but I ignore it, focusing on the task, my tongue aching from the relentless probing. The brunette grinds until she’s satisfied, then steps aside, leaving me panting, face slick and burning.

The cycle continues, each girl taking her turn—blondes, brunettes, all athletic and unrelenting—forcing my face into their sweaty cracks, making me lick and suck their assholes clean. The tastes blend into a nauseating haze of salt and musk, my jaw sore, tears carving paths through the mess on my skin.

They taunt me nonstop, voices overlapping: “Gag on it, loser—your tiny dick’s not good for anything else.”

“Film that tongue action; everyone’s gonna see what an ass-licking bitch he is.”

I’m overwhelmed, emotionally fractured, the bullying stripping me bare, my submissive core exposed and raw. As the last girl pulls away, laughing at my broken expression, they circle closer, debating the next torment, their phones still rolling, my humiliation far from over.

The last girl—a tall blonde with a ponytail still damp from their practice—finally steps back, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she adjusts her shorts, a smug grin splitting her face. She wipes a hand across her crack one last time, smearing the residue onto my forehead like I’m her personal rag.

“Pathetic. You actually got me clean, you disgusting little rimmer.”

Her words hit like a slap, and I collapse forward onto my hands, gasping for breath that tastes like their collective sweat and musk and shit. My tongue feels swollen, raw from the endless probing, and my face is a sticky mess of tears, spit, and their anal essence. The cold tile bites into my palms, but it’s nothing compared to the void yawning inside me—I’m shattered, my dignity ground to dust under their heels, and yet a twisted part of me knows they won’t stop until I’m nothing left.

They don’t give me a second to recover. The captain circles back around, her eyes narrowing with that predatory gleam, phone still clutched in one hand like a weapon. “Oh no, we’re just getting started on round two, tiny. You think one lick per hole is enough? Worship them properly this time—deeper, harder, like the desperate ass-slut you are.”

The others murmur agreement, their laughter bubbling up again, sharp and unrelenting, as they reposition themselves in a loose circle around me. My heart hammers in my chest, panic rising like bile—I’ve already gagged on every one of them, but now they want more? My knees ache from the hard floor, my tiny cock limp and forgotten between my legs, a pathetic reminder of why I’m here, exposed and broken.

She grabs my hair first, yanking my head up and shoving it back toward her ass. She’s dropped her shorts again, spreading her cheeks wide with her free hand, her puckered asshole still glistening from my earlier efforts.

“Open up, loser. Tongue out and in—now.”

I whimper, tears blurring my vision, but obedience is all I have left. My lips tremble as I press them to the captain’s ass crack, tongue extending hesitantly before she grinds back, forcing it inside the hot, clenching ring. The taste assaults me anew—salty, bitter, with that underlying shitiness that makes my stomach churn. I gag immediately, a wet retch escaping my throat, but she doesn’t let up. She pushes harder, her ass smothering my face until my nose is buried deep, the musky scent filling my lungs like smoke.

“Deeper, bitch! Fuck my asshole with that worthless tongue. Get your tongue in there and taste my shit,” she snarls, her voice laced with cruel delight.

The pressure builds, her cheeks squeezing my head, cutting off my air as I thrust desperately, probing the tight walls that clench around me. Spit drools from my mouth, mixing with fresh tears that stream down my cheeks, soaking into her skin.

The emotional weight crushes me—I’m not just licking—I’m devouring my own humiliation, each forced worship sinking me further into submission. Why can’t I fight back? The thought flickers, drowned by the overwhelming shame, my body trembling as gags wrack me harder, my throat convulsing around nothing.

The girls’ phones are everywhere, lenses inches from my face, capturing the wet slurps and my muffled sobs. “Look at him go—gagging on her shithole like it’s his last meal!” the redhead cackles, zooming in on my tongue disappearing into the captain’s ass. Insults rain down, a barrage that pierces deeper than any physical pain.

The blonde shouts, “Your micro-dick must love this—getting face-fucked by real athletes while you stay soft and useless.”

“Cry more, shrimp dick. It makes the video hotter. Everyone’s gonna see what an ass-licking failure you are,” freckles said.

Their words twist in my gut, amplifying the degradation, my helplessness a living thing that coils around my chest, squeezing until I can barely breathe.

The captain finally relents, pulling away with a satisfied groan, but only to pass me to the next—the freckled girl, her ass already presented, cheeks spread invitingly. “My turn again, worm. Make it good, or we’ll make you beg for more.”

They shove me forward, my knees dragging across the tile, sending jolts of pain up my legs. I dive in without protest, tongue plunging straight into her sweaty asshole, the flavor even more pungent now, laced with the remnants of my own saliva. She grinds back viciously, her athletic thighs flexing as she rocks against my face, forcing me deeper until my tongue aches from the stretch. Gags come faster, harder, my body heaving as I fight the urge to vomit, tears pouring freely now, carving hot paths through the mess on my skin.

Pain blooms in my jaw, my neck, everywhere, but the shame is worse—a relentless flood that drowns my thoughts, leaving only submission. I’m theirs, completely, my shy freshman facade cracked wide open, exposed for their amusement.

“Gag louder, loser. Let us hear how much you hate tasting our dirty asses,” the brunette jeers from the side, her phone capturing the way my body shakes, the desperate laps of my tongue as I lose control.

Another retch builds, exploding out as she pushes harder, her asshole clenching around my probing muscle, the grinding motion smothering me until stars burst behind my eyelids.

One by one, they take me again, each worship more frantic than the last. The redhead’s ass is slick and demanding, her insults whispered hot against my ear as she reverses and grinds: “Bet you’d cum from this if your tiny dick could get hard, huh? Pathetic.”

I choke on her, gagging so violently that spit sprays across her cheeks, but she only laughs, filming the mess. The brunette follows, her hole tighter, forcing my tongue to work overtime, the pain in my mouth a dull roar overshadowed by the emotional torrent—helplessness wrapping around me like chains, each lick pulling me under further.

Their laughter echoes off the locker room walls, a cacophony of cruelty that blends with the wet sounds of my degradation, phones whirring relentlessly, ensuring my breakdown is immortalized.

By the time the blonde has me again, I’m a wreck—gagging uncontrollably, body slick with sweat and tears, submission so deep it feels like surrender. She grinds with extra force, her ass crack enveloping my face completely, the musky heat overwhelming as my tongue thrusts weakly, desperately. Insults blur into a haze:

“Ass-worshipping bitch.”

“Tiny-dick slave.”

“Gag for the camera, crybaby. Taste her shit…”

I lose it then, a full-body heave that sends me retching against her, but they don’t stop, their hands holding me in place, pushing me to the brink. Overwhelmed, broken, I keep licking through the sobs, the pain and shame a storm I can’t escape, wondering what fresh hell they’ll drag me into next as their circle tightens, eyes gleaming with endless malice.

To Be Continued…

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