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High Score

Summary:

Will's been invited over for video games but there's more than one controller getting passed around.

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Will knocked on the door of Colin’s place. Despite being one of the lower paid of the starting players he had the most tricked out games system so when the message came down for a game night it was always at Colin’s.

 A half dozen of the guys were already there, squeezed on the couch playing FIFA. That he just didn’t get. They spent their whole lives focused on football then on their time off they played digital football.

 At the far end of the couch was a short wooden stool with a large dildo sticking out of it. No one was paying attention to it, and no one had to say anything. Will undressed, put his clothes neatly aside, and slowly lowered himself down.

 His knees were nearly at his chin and the steel chastity cage he was wearing this week hung heavy between his legs. On the screen Jamie missed a goal, swore, and handed him the controller. Then Colin put an empty beer mug under where his dick was hanging in confinement.

 Will may not understand why a bunch of footballers would play FIFA, but he wasn’t half bad at it. It was playing for a couple of minutes and was about to go for a goal when the dildo suddenly vibrated hard and he mashed the wrong button. He glanced over to try to see who had the remote, but everyone was focused on the screen. Now he knew the real game.

 He passed the controller to Dani and a minute later the dildo started on a low throb. He could feel the slow drips of precum form and fall.

 A controller was pushed back into his hands and the speed and intensity of the dildo instantly increased.

 It has been months since he’d come from having anything touch his dick, and he had a feeling if the boys got their way it wouldn’t happen again, but they loved torturing his prostate and watching him fall apart that way. Sometimes slow ruined orgasms and sometimes explosions that never left him fully satisfied.

 He tried to focus on the game. The vibrations went from full to nothing then back to full again. He dropped his head for a second and the controller was taken from his hands.

Whoever had the remote next, he couldn’t tell, seemed to just be running a preprogrammed wave designed to make him leak as much as possible but never even get to an edge.

 Will was starting to drop, and he knew it the next time he was given the controller, and he had to take a moment to figure out what to do with it.

 He heard the guys talking and laughing but it was turning into a mumble. His only focus was on the ever-shifting sensation deep in his ass. Time stopped being a thing.

 The next time he was given the controller it fell to the floor.

 He started rocking on the dildo trying to get some sort of proper release until a hand reached into his hair and yanked his head back.

 “Hold still or we’ll take you off and lube it with ginger oil,” Richard said with perfect calm.

 Will nodded and let himself drift. At some point the vibrations were set down to low and a cock was at his lips.

“Be a good boy and suck us all off and I’ll make sure you get as much satisfaction as possible when we’re done.”

 “Yes, Captain.” Will said though he thinks his voice might have been a little slurred. Will didn’t really have to give blowjobs to any of them. A wet hole and an ability to take even rather large cocks down his throat was enough. He swallowed down each load and thanked them for it.

 Then the vibrations shot up. It was like electricity. Harder and faster than it had been all night. His balls tightened, his cock jumped even in the cage, and he screamed as some sense of relief finally came over him.

 “I swear I’ll never get over watching those sad little gobs of cum just plop out.” O’Brian said. He picked up the beer glass and held it to Will’s lips. “Be a good boy and drink up.”

 Will was always a good boy.

 “You got him tonight, Colin?” Jamie asked.

 “Yeah, I’ll get him cleaned up and settled down.”

 Everyone said goodnight and left. Will was coming back up and was waiting for permission to get off the stool. Instead, Colin sat down in front of him cross legged and held up the remote.

“It’s not actually all that late. I think we have time to work on your Welsh. Jan and Richard say your Dutch and French are coming along nicely. You just need the right motivation.”