The locker room air had grown even thicker, heavy with the smell of sweat, spit, and raw male lust. Jake was a complete mess. His lips were swollen and shiny, saliva dripping freely down his chin onto his heaving chest. His eyes were red and watery from the brutal throat f*****g he had just endured. Marcus finally pulled his thick c**k out of Jake’s abused mouth with a wet pop, leaving the once-cocky athlete gasping and coughing.
Marcus wiped his slick d**k across Jake’s cheek, marking him. “Good warm-up. Now get your ass up, straight boy. We are taking this to the showers. The whole team is going to break you in properly.”
Strong hands hauled Jake to his feet. His legs felt weak, but the team did not let him fall. They half-dragged, half-carried him through the short hallway into the op
