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My Kings brought me out of the pits of despair and put me into the lap of luxury. Their only request is that I obey them. I can do that.
Just then, three figures appear in the depths of the locker room.
One is seven feet tall and built like a caveman. The others are six foot four and six foot six, respectively.
Their eyes cut through the darkness, six orbs that defy the laws of radioactivity. Chiseled jaws frame sinfully stunning faces, each a perfect specimen of masculinity. Their bare torsos bulge with chiseled abs, booming pecs, and enough brawn to put ninety percent of pro football players to shame. They wear briefs. They haven’t stripped down yet.
It happens all at once.
Someone shoves me into the locker room and closes the door behind me.
I cry out, my palms hitting the floor which sends a jolt through me. My head flies back and my neck aches.
"Christ, who the fuck did that? Fucking asshole is going to give a bitch whiplash," I snap. I attempt to pry myself off the ground, but not before someone puts their foot on my shoulder.
"Stay down."
I’m pinned to the ground by an enormous athlete’s foot.
I try to move.
No use.
I try to shake it off.
No luck.
All at once, a behemoth figure plunges his cock inside my ass, all eleven inches filling me up. He grabs the sides of my head, forcing it back with a crack. He feasts on my lips from above, biting them so hard that he draws blood.
I scream when I realize it’s Rook. Panic fills me when his cock expands in my asshole. It’s too big and my ass isn’t stretched out enough for this. This is something out of a hardcore porn flick that I haven’t prepared for.
"Shut your fucking mouth, my Olive. My boys and I had a rough fucking practice today. Coach beat us with a belt and told us that we won’t play in our upcoming game this weekend if we don't improve. We knew he was going to be rough as shit so we invited you. Your job is to take our cocks. We’re each going to fuck your ass and come inside you. This is what you signed up for. You’re our slut today."
With his mammoth cock still inside me, Rook heaves me into his arms and drags me into the locker room. He pins me against the row of lockers that the Sinners use every day, metallic and fancy.
Though I’m mired by pain, I take a minute to glance around the locker room. This doesn’t look like any locker room I've ever seen. In high school, I had a chance to step foot in the boys’ soccer locker room once or twice. Nate played soccer and so he always invited me to spend time with the team. I was pretty sure he only did that to desensitize me to seeing naked men. That locker room was smelly and filled with underwear. Every time he brought me there, I fought to leave.
This locker room is a world away. Rich, full of snacks, packed with comfortable chairs and even a foosball table, it’s what I imagine professional sports’ teams use. Five saunas line the back wall and the hot tub steams with an open invitation. An ice bath waits for those with sore muscles to make it their bitch. Saintswood is one wealthy institution to be able to afford this for their athletes.
I can’t move against the row of lockers.
Not even my head.
Tilting it to the side to see where Colt and Brock will attack me from is pointless.
Rook’s eleven-inch cock pillages my asshole’s innocence. It thrusts in and out, not stopping. His fingers bruise my skip as he squeezes hard.
Screaming won’t do anything. He’s taking my backdoor cherry no matter what. Popping it like he’s going to pop my hymen in the future.
"I had a rough fucking day." Rook pants into my neck. "The least you could do is lie still and take it."
He fucks me harder. Harder. Tears roll down my cheeks, the pain is so intense. My tits ache from being pressed against the lockers, the metal hurting my nipples.
Brock approaches my side and smacks my ass so hard that I see stars. Nothing can stop my body from shaking under Rook’s primal grip. Sharp stings claw my thighs and weaken my knees. Try as I might to stay standing, this proves too tough.
I collapse against Rook’s body. Not from pleasure. From the inability to support myself.
"She’s weak with desire." Brock stares at me predatorily.
