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Subject: Breaking Baker Mayfield -11 disclaimer: this is a purely fictional story, but please do let me know if it does turn out to be non-fiction ;-P. i love to hear from all of you. xoxo – jasper proseinourdreams@ proseinourdreams.wordpress p.s. don’t forget to donate to fty/donate.html Baker Mayfield never looked back. He couldn’t. It was over. Done. Locked it all away. Blacked it all out. Smashed to bits. No more. He was finally in Cleveland, the preseason training camp had commenced in full force, and it was all or nothing at this point. The month of preseason training proved to be a miracle for the 2-year-old rookie quarterback. Rejuvenated by the new surroundings, the strict obligations to the team, the rigorous workout regime and training schedule… the discipline of NFL made Baker blissfully forget everything he’d left behind in Texas. The cocky, young hotshot athlete dove headfirst into his rookie season with intensity and a fortified will. No distractions. Only excellence befitting a NFL number one draft pick and Heisman Trophy winner was allowed in Cleveland. He had a dream, and he was living it. Gregarious. Fun. Driven. Baker met and led his new teammates with an affable but intense openness that nearly everyone succumbed to rookie’s energy and Southern charm. Nothing was going to get in the way of Baker’s career and athletic glory. Baker managed to bury the bleak, broken memories of his engagement night so deep in his psyche the jock convinced himself – daily, minute by minute – that he didn’t crave sex, that he didn’t crave cock, that he didn’t crave the pain of penetration… the desperate inclination for submission and humiliation, that he didn’t desire to relive and to re-experience all the depraved debauchery he fell victim to, time and time again, back home. A switch was flipped inside Baker’s brain as soon as he put on his Cleveland Browns jersey and workout kit. This was the final piece of the puzzle that allowed him to start a new, wholesome life, one that came dangerously close to crashing and burning down less than a month ago… that night of his engagement to Emily… Baker came this close to calling it all quits that night. Or was it early morning? When he stumbled, naked, out of that cop’s SUV, limping painfully back up his own driveway, the quarterback had no tears left. Everything hurt. The thick coat of dried cum deposited on his beefy, muscular body – his fat glutes, his thick thighs, his calves, his feet and between his long toes… his face… neck, nose, ears… his pits, his pecs, abs – cracked with every subtle movement. Bruised and used and abused for hours nonstop, Baker felt his body scream when he gingerly bent over to pick up his clothes and shoes and socks, which luckily were still strewn there, exactly where he was hours ago… where he got fucked and bred for the first time that night. Earlier that day, for the first time, Baker pleaded with the cop over text when he received the usual, random address a few hours away… please… not tonite… He couldn’t just drop everything like he’d done dozens of times in the past, dropping everything he was doing to race towards whatever anonymous address the cop had sent him. No… not tonight… please… anything… I’ll do anything. Just not tonight… please… The furious silence from the cop – no response whatsoever – made the quarterback queasy all day; Baker thought he’d throw up at any given moment, going through the skeletal motions of a normal day, of following through with his plans of proposing to Emily… fake smiles, fake cheers, fake celebration with his and her families. All a pitiful facade, a feeble charade. The athlete was beyond unhinged, but nobody could tell he was gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white at points. Nobody noticed Baker was barely drinking. No. Amidst the house’s overwhelming happiness and explosive jubilation, Baker furtively checked his phone with sheer desperation any moment he could. The cop knew plenty… more than plenty… about him to ruin him forever. No. When the text came late, late that night, after everyone had basically passed out from drinking and partying, Baker was at once relieved and mortified. He froze… thinking he’d heard the all-too-familiar revving of the cop’s SUV nearby. Zooming in on the location shared by his abuser, Baker dropped his phone in pure panic and dread… and relief… when he realized the cop was indeed revving his engine… parked in the back driveway of his family’s home. … Hours later, the sun was just about to peek out from the horizon when Baker, his hands trembling and knees shaking so hard he could barely keep himself upright, pulled on the abandoned clothes from hours before. It hurt to get dressed. His balls were so drained and beyond empty the friction between each ambling step against his boxers made the quarterback wince and grunt. He knew the cop was watching him struggle to get dressed. He felt the burning, controlling eyes on him every agonizing and humiliating second, and he felt his chafed, worn cock bounce ever so slightly as he cursed himself for his completely insatiable whoredom… hating the cop’s absolute control over him. Stumbling to get inside, to get to a shower, to scrape every shred of depravity from his body inside and out, to hide from everyone… Baker fought the crushing lowness he felt… the shame, the regret… of everything. Coming down from such a delirious high, a high he rode for hours and hours, he couldn’t even cry anymore. Everything was ruined. He was spent. He was over. His relationship, his family, his career. Everything was over. Doomed. There was no way he could go on like this. bursa evi olan escort His mind was spinning so fast, he was so scared, so confused… exasperated. The moment that hit Baker the hardest, the moment that completely destroyed him from the inside and out, the moment that truly destroyed him that night, though, came when he heard the SUV engine rev back on behind him. He heard the cop drive away without hesitation, and the quarterback suddenly felt anger and rage… not because of what the cop and the others had done to him that night, but because he’d never felt so abandoned. Dry sobbing hysterically, Baker realized, deep down, that he didn’t want to go inside. Baker realized, deep down, he was hoping and desperately wishing, that the cop would make him strip naked again and take him away forever… to use him forever… to abuse him forever. … The overwhelming rage and hatred towards himself, compounded with his lifelong, overbearing and crushing ambition to succeed in sport and family, broke Baker that very night to the point he was ready to give up everything. Seeing the cop’s location on his phone, Baker knew what he truly wanted. He wanted that high… not the high he gets when throwing a winning touchdown pass in a full stadium… but the vile, sordid high of being a degenerate, insatiable whore. Despite his anxious apprehension, Baker chose to go outside that night. He obediently appeared in the darkness of his driveway. He allowed the cop to manhandle him like so many times before, to spit on him like he was trash, to bend him over, to expose his ass cheeks and quivering hole in the open air, to grease him up with saliva, to penetrate him brutally, to pound him so hard he had to bury his screams in his hands, to hurt him, to humiliate him, to use him, to punish him… to pleasure him… When the cop commanded him to strip, he did so willingly with the cop’s fresh cum leaking from his freshly-bred jock hole. When the cop popped the trunk of his SUV open, Baker climbed in without any regret or hesitation… his heart pounding so fast, his breaths so shallow, as he wished for a new beginning, to never return. How hot his naked, beefy body felt when the back of the cop’s SUV finally beeped open what seemed like an eternity later. How blurry and wet his eyes were as they struggled to adjust to the night light. How fast his heart beat, how shallow his breaths… how precum literally streamed out of his hard cock with sheer excitement… how his recently-bred hole quivered with anticipation. There were trucks, cars, SUVs in the full parking lot. Even in the darkness, with a dim street lamp, Baker knew exactly where he was as he heard the cop slam the driver door shut. Stumbling out of the back of the SUV with the cop’s muscular arm wrapped around his throat, the quarterback hyperventilated with delirious excitement and dread, feeling the gravel beneath his bare feet and toes as he was dragged towards the front door of the sex shop. The familiar smell of debauchery hit Baker’s nostrils when the cop pulled open the heavy doors leading to the basement dungeon. The familiar sounds of greasy hands on cocks, of sucking, of fucking, of moaning, all momentarily ceased as the naked jock appeared at the top of the steps, illuminated by the single lightbulb that serviced the entire basement. … The kid looked scared out of his mind. The men could practically see his knees shaking as he descended the steps, his hands gripping tightly the muscular arm wrapped around his throat. The sweaty, glistening body, naked from head to toe, glistened against the lone lightbulb. The beefy, athletic body, those thick thighs, the big, bare feet, the long toes… the thick pecs and hard nipples… that boyish, handsome face… that rock-hard cock bouncing with every step. Some men recognized him immediately from months ago; the return of the golden boy… the cock sucker… the voracious jock boy… the insatiable whore. Some men had their suspicions confirmed. Baker Mayfield. The kid was Baker. Fucking. Mayfield. Other men, like old man who ran the sex shop, didn’t care who the fuck he was… the naked jock boy oozed pure sex from his sweaty head to his long, wriggling toes… and he was back. The girlish whimper that escaped the boy’s throat when he was flung to the sticky, damp floor at the bottom of the stairs made everyone’s cocks leak. His big brown eyes, wet with wildness and fiery hunger, surveyed the endless array of hard dicks stroking at his eye level, with more men emerging from solitary cubicles with doors swinging open and shutting behind them. Whatever nerves this kid displayed previously were instantly replaced by ravenous lust. Men watched with jealousy as they watched the athlete – on his hands and knees – devour cock, one after another, allowing a row of men take their turns fucking the shit out of his face and throat, seeing that muscular back arched deeply and that plump ass wiggling in the air. Seeing him stick his tongue out, getting dick-slapped across his face… begging for cock to get shoved into his wet mouth… Whatever semblance of gentlemanly order quickly devolved into abject, obscene chaos. The line of impatiently-waiting men swiftly pounced on the meaty jock like vultures, encircling the horny kid, molesting his body, pulling on his sweat-soaked hair, licking him, slapping his rock-hard, leaking cock, spanking his muscular, full ass cheeks… tasting his musky ass, probing his bruised hole to discover its miraculously-tight wetness, unleashing a thick trickle of cop cum leaking out with every finger that jammed inside that jock hole… The kid took it all. Some altıparmak escort men ejaculated on the boy instantly, smelling his sexy, funky stink and touching his hard body. Others selfishly fucked that open, bottomless throat, trying to dump a load into the slut boy as fast as possible, with hopes of getting another turn later to reward the cocksucker with freshly-brewed cum. Others waited knowingly. They’ve had the kid before. They knew of what he was capable. They knew that ass would be ripe for the fucking. For hours. … “( UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNN!!! OH GOD! UGHNN!N GUNNN! GUH!N! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNNN!)” Baker shrieked into the cock in his mouth. His boyish face covered in sweat, spit and cum, red from all the hard dicks slapping against his cheeks. His wet, tousled hair was already dripping with semen. He could feel hot, thick cum dripping from his wide shoulders all the way down the deep groove of his muscled back. Someone had decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Whoever was eating Baker’s hole and making the quarterback’s eyes roll to the back of his head was shoved aside. That tongue and mouth was quickly replaced by a hard, greasy cock, slamming into the squealing pig of a kid as a cock lodged deep in his throat. “(UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNN!!! OH GOD! UGHNN!N GUNNN! GUH!N! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNNN!)” His eyes rolling to the back of his head, Baker felt every inch of that first cock splitting him in half as rough, calloused hands tightly gripped his muscular waist. The pain was so overwhelming for the quarterback that tears streamed down his boyish face, feeling men dragging his muscular legs wider apart by his ankles and feet while he gripped the sticky, wet floor with white-knuckled hands for dear life. The pace of the fucking was brutally irregular, as was the cock pummeling his throat and mouth… Baker heard his own girlish whimper in full voice amidst the sounds of greasy cocks stroking when that big cock in his ass and the rock-hard dick in his mouth were suddenly ripped out of both of his holes. Nobody wanted to cum yet, instead taking turns punch-fucking the squealing quarterback’s hole while others pummeled his throat. Some managed to pull out before cumming, smacking Baker’s trembling ass cheeks as they withdrew, saving up for their next turns and ensuring a long night ahead. Others barely lasted a few seconds, overwhelmed by the hottest kid they’ve ever had the privilege to touch and smell, let alone fuck or get sucked by… overwhelmed by his wild, insatiable submissiveness… overwhelmed by the sounds that escaped his throat and sloppy hole, overwhelmed by the hotness, the smoothness, the wetness, the sheer level of suction and contracting, pulsating tightness, of Baker’s mouth, throat and hole. Baker cried out in desperation, drowning in cum overflowing from his throat and his stretched hole deposited by the overexcited and prematurely-ejaculating men. Before the quarterback could even finish swallowing the acrid, salty loads or catch his breath, fresh cocks pounded into him, skewering him, spit-roasting him, from both ends. The sounds that hot, thick piece of muscle ass made as it took more cock… Juicy, sloppy. Deep. Compounded by the gagging and choking and coughing and the piggish whimpering, the gasping and sobbing between cocks… Baker drove the entire dungeon wild with dissolute depravity. “(UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!!)” “FAGGOT!” “OPEN UP!” “SWALLOW!” “NASTY BOY!” “TAKE IT! TAKE IT!!” “DEEPER! DEEPER!” “OPEN UP YOU FUCKING WHORE!!” “FILTHY TRASH!” “GOOD BOY!” “FUCK THAT FILTHY PIG!” “FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! GO HARD!” “GO DEEP! CHOKE HIM! CHOKE HIM!” “(UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!!)” Barely anyone noticed that cum had already spurted uncontrollably from Baker’s rock-hard, beer-can cock – so engrossed they were by the voracious depravity in display before them – barely seconds into having that first cock began painfully fucking that wet hole. The way Baker sucked cock, the way he got jackhammered ruthlessly on all fours from behind… no, few people noticed the athlete’s veins bulging, his back arching deeper, his toes flexing, his knuckles white, as a seemingly-endless load of cum continued to get fucked out him hands-free and splattering on the sweat-drenched and already-sticky floor beneath. The men who came early inside Baker’s hole and mouth were quickly shoved aside, and the crazed mania permeating through the dungeon devolved into each man fucking Baker as fast as he could, as deep, as hard… to feel the incredible heat of the kid’s throbbing body edge each of their cocks via deep, stabbing pumps… to see who can elicit the highest-pitched screams, the loudest grunts… before withdrawing to watch others abuse the cummy holes and to eagerly wait for their turns again. … Baker never felt as vile and degraded as he felt when he was flipped over on his back, landing in his own pool of cum, plus the sweat and semen of others that dribbled out from his mouth and hole, seeing the shadowy bodies and faces and dicks looming above him. Cum-drunk, his ass over-flowing with semen and his belly full of cum, his face and red lips coated with remnants of every drop he couldn’t swallow, Baker felt his muscular legs spread wide by his ankles, as mouths and tongues and lips devoured his feet and bursa merkez escort toes. The quarterback finally heard his own hoarse voice shriek in full voice as he felt, once again, the pain of penetration in this new position. “UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! OH SHIT! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! NO! MMM! FUCK! OH SHIT!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! PLEASE! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGNNN!! UGHN!N!!!!!!!!” The abused quarterback licked and sucked on things he didn’t know could be licked or sucked on that night as he got plowed and pummeled with his legs in the air. Men sat on Baker’s face, forcing him to lick and suck their ass holes, suffocating him between their hairy thighs. Stinky, calloused feet were rubbed all over Baker’s boyish face, spreading cum and sweat and spit all over the jock’s flushed face. Hairy armpits, toes, balls… more cocks… silicone toys… butt plugs… anal beads… dildos… more cocks, were forced into Baker’s mouth and onto his swollen lips and flushed face, as his deep grunts escalated to girlish cries, higher and higher in pitch, as more and more men dumped their loads into his hole. Pure degradation. Humiliation. Sensory overload. Baker’s mind had to shut down. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and pain. Of the stench of sex and the debilitating euphoria of submission… of cum, of release… of freedom… … No. In Cleveland, this was all a blacked-out memory. The physical pain of a night-long gang-bang was replaced by intense workouts and drills. There was no time to think about sex. No time to even contemplate leaving training camp. There were no opportunities to entertain Baker’s hidden perversity and dark desires. Surrounded by his teammates, staff, security, coaches, higher-ups in administration nearly 24 hours, seven days a week, Baker was relieved to have this rigorous schedule… relieved he had not a moment of alone time to even contemplate his deepest, raunchiest urges. It’s a path he’d been on before, when he left Texas for the University of Oklahoma, and the quarterback knew just how tenuous and pathetic his will power can be when left unattended with too much freedom. The RV Baker was asked to procure for all the quarterbacks proved to be a safe haven. A Browns initiation gag meant to take the piss out of the rookie, a treat paid for by the rookie to create a space for Browns’ quarterbacks to rest and relax during training camp, the rental RV – located on site of the camp, meant Baker didn’t have to leave. A prison. He could just stay there. He didn’t have to drive away, to return – alone – back to his new apartment, where his fiancée wasn’t due to move in until after camp. No. He didn’t need to get into a car and drive to god knows where he’d end up. Nobody knew that Baker was hiding himself away in that RV, night after night, even during off days, in order to deprive himself of any sense of freedom and any possible temptations lurking in his new city. The risk was too high. No amount of cock and cum was enough to ruin his new life. … “House keeping!” The aggressively-loud banging on the RV door jolted Baker from his power nap. It was the last day of camp, and the exhausted rookie had just 30 minutes of rest while the other quarterbacks were on the field. All part of his rigorous schedule he’d carved out for peak, maximum performance on the field. “Dude, I think you’re a day early…” Baker was irritated beyond belief at the random man in a janitor’s uniform banging at the door. The cleaning crew was hired for the next day, before the RV was to be returned. “We’re here until tomorrow, man.” “Oh, sorry about that kid… wait, you’re Baker Mayfield, ain’t you?” “Yeah, man… sorry to be cross… I’ve just got 30 minutes to nap before I go back out there… Tomorrow’s your call. We promise we haven’t made a mess in here…” Baker managed to flash a forced, cheeky smile, trying to make peace and hide his total annoyance at the sudden interruption that disrupted his carefully curated training routine. “Did you wake up feeling dangerous, Baker?” “What?!” “Did you wake up feeling dangerous, Baker?” “Where… where’d you hear that?” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous. Son.” “(…)” Shit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Baker’s head immediately started spinning. Everything collapsed within his inner psyche. He thought he’d throw up right there and then. “Who… who…” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous. FAGGOT.” “What… You, you… you… can’t talk to me like that, man…” A fresh coat of sweat formed all over Baker’s already sweaty body. His sobriety was instantly broken. He could barely get words out. “I… wait… wait…” “On your knees, faggot.” “(WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN?!)” Baker was immediately hysterical; for some reason he was keeping his voice low as he snapped at the stranger as he staggered back inside the RV. “(I’M GONNA CALL SECURITY…)” “On. Your. Knees. Faggot.” “(YOU’RE INSANE! I’M CALLING SECURITY!)” As he turned away, desperate to grab his phone, Baker felt the man’s fat body wedge in behind his in the tight entrance of the RV and heard the door to the RV slam shut. The rookie quarterback was shaking with rage and terror, dropping the phone when he felt a soft, pudgy hand clasp his mouth from behind. He felt the man’s larger body press against his and shrieked in surprise into the man’s hand as he felt his shorts roughly pulled down and falling around his bare ankles and feet. “(UGHHN!)” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous.” To be continued… More ail

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