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Subject: {ASSM} Winners and Losers Ch 01
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Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 07:10:01 -0400
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I've written a number of stories on my blog recently, and have been a 
little lax about posting them to the Newsgroups. As ever, I would love 
opinions and feedback as to what I have done right or wrong.
My site is http://bawdybloke.com
Thanks.
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The swell of his cock bobbed in front of my face, the feint aroma of 
masculinity and sweat swirling around me. There are no chains binding me 
to the wet floor of the changing room, but I was immobile. Captivated. 
Unable to move, my lips parted for the first time to allow a man to 
stuff his erect prick into my mouth.

I was naked; I was vulnerable and defeated, but they cared not. They had 
no reason to care. I had played the game and I had lost; all of us had. 
The Woodford Wanderers were hammered by South Oak Harriers and we had to 
suffer the consequences.

Fortunately, it was just a friendly: the victors could only claim a 
blowjob for a friendly win, so as the final whistle blew and the referee 
led the teams from the pitch, our football kit glued to our bodies in 
the rain, we knew what the Harriers would demand.

It was crowded in the small changing room: victorious yells and screams 
dominated, echos bouncing from walls and jostling players intimidated 
and disorientated us. Our clothes were torn from our bodies: the 
laughter as they saw our naked crotches served to belittle us.

It was part of the game. We had to grin and bear it. They won, they 
savoured their victory, with excited voices and overflowing 
testosterone, they were able to enjoy their thirty minutes of fun at our 
expense.

Their striker, the victim of a few steady tackles from myself, grabbed 
the back of my neck and pushed me onto my knees. He had short-blonde 
hair, a bit of bulk around the middle and a cheeky smile on his face. An 
extrovert, my tormentor, glowed as his cock bobbed free and he swung it 
into my face. I watched it harden, the veins on his meaty prick becoming 
prominent. His uncut cock now textured and ready for him to claim his 
reward.

Me.

My mouth welcomed the victor, sliding his warm, firm cock between my 
lips. I sucked; I'd practised on my girlfriends dildo as we knew the 
rule changes in the league for this year, but nothing prepared me for 
the real thing. I licked the soft ridges as his foreskin slid back and 
his glans became exposed, sucking in his masculinity and swirling my 
tongue over his sensitive head.

I tasted it, the bitter fluid, a pea of pre-cum forming on my tastebuds 
as I sucked his manly scent in; his pubic hair tickled my nose, his 
hands rubbing the back of my head as I closed my eyes and bobbed, 
allowing him to guide my head further and further onto his cock.

I barely heard the insults, didn't need to hear to the cries or groans 
of satisfaction; his cock twitched repeatedly, spasming as my mouth slid 
up and down his shaft, taking in every aspect of him. Savouring him, 
enjoying his taste and my submission.

My hands rubbed around his legs; pressing against the roughness of the 
hair on his muscular thighs. He jerked as two fingers pressed against 
his taint, groaning as I circled it with firm movements on his perineum.

Pre-cum leaked from my own cock: I had never done this before, and the 
feeling of the twitching cock in my mouth was far hotter than I 
expected. I waited for his final twitch and jerk as he pulled against my 
head, pressing his cock deep into my mouth before several pulses spewed 
his cum into my throat.

I coughed much of it up; the realisation that another man had come down 
my throat was intensely erotic yet much of a headfuck. He leant against 
the wall, eyeing me as his salty deposits dribbled from my chin.

His erection was withering, but the glowing sheen on his shaft was a 
testament to his victory as he revelled in the sight of his team-mates 
face-fucking my team-mates. It was visceral: the grunting of the 
passionate debauchery surrounding us. "I want spanking rule too. And I 
choose you!"

"But that's not in friendlies!"

He shouted across the room. "Hey Dino! Spanking rule is friendlies too, 
ain't it?" Dino grunted, nodding as our goalkeeper's mouth swept the 
captain into a vocal climax that covered our guy's face in pearlescent goo.

I was pinned to the bench, protesting, arguing as their striker smashed 
his hand against my backside. My team-mates did nothing, watching or 
sucking as the nine goal winning margin was played out in spanks on my 
rump. I had to take them, struggling against the cold wood in the 
draughty changing room. My face held down on sweaty clothing as the 
striker counted; each strike bouncing off my arse. It hurt, more than 
the embarrassment of a straight guy giving a blowjob, more than the 
humiliation of our defeat, and more than the physical pain of the 
spanks, but the emotional angst of being hit, being disciplined like I 
was an errant Victorian child punctured the very core of my dignity.,

I held onto the bench as his triumphantly counted to nine. My arse burnt 
with agony while my cheeks burnt with shame at his treatment. "Go!" He 
cried, releasing his grip on me and watching as I scrambled to my feet. 
"I'm so looking forward to our match in three weeks time," he gestured, 
licking his lips. "I want to get my prick up there!"

And with the way we play, I was going to be sucking a lot of cocks, and 
being fucked by lots of men before the end of the season.

-- 
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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