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Subject: Central Valley High Series – 8 If you like this, or have any suggestions, please let me know ail. Please support Nifty so that these stories continue to have a place to call home: fty/donate.html —- Main Characters: — Altamash � short, Desi boy; member of the Central Valley High Swim Team; came from our universe — KJ � tall, white redhead; member of the Central Valley High Cheerleading “Slut Crew”; came from our universe boy — The Handler � tall, Latinx man; in charge of KJ and Altamash in this world; came from our universe — Elian � beefy, sexy Latinx boy; quarterback of the Central Valley High Football Team; native to this parallel universe — Chris � tall, lean Latinx boy; captain of the Central Valley High Swim Team; native to this parallel universe — Central Valley High Football By Julio Sanchez Chapter Eight Day 2 I leaned into his ear and said, “You better get used to this. Your hole tastes and feels so fucking good. I’m not gonna go a day without my face or dick in your slut hole. I’ll just let you know when I want it. What do you think about that…roomie?” And then I started to slowly pull out and slide back into the teen swim slut. He just replied with a girly squeal. So cute. I love to make a bitch boy make those kinds of sounds. I noticed he was starting to push back on my cock and even arching his back a bit. So, I took that as my cue to really drill into the little slut twerp. If you were standing behind me, you’d have seen my barely covered skirted ass bouncing up and down on a naked Desi twink with a nice hole and a tight little bod. And it turns out that someone was behind me. Out of the blue I heard a booming voice from the main doorway say, “glad to see you boys are getting along.” Altamash and I both turned out heads to look at the male voice. “Dad” was home. [REST OF DOCUMENT REDACTED] [SEARCHING] [DAY 3: DATA RESTRICTED] [DAY 4: DATA RESTRICTED] [DAYS 5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22 – DATA RESTRICTED] [Action: QUERY NEXT AVAILABLE LOG ENTRY] [Action: LOADING LOG ENTRY] Day 23 Three weeks in this gay sex world and I knew the routine. First, I woke up on my stomach with KJ’s face in my boy pussy (yes, I’m finally able to admit that my ass is now a boy pussy � I’ve taken too many loads and enjoy it too much to deny it). KJ was tonguing my hole deep and slow. He followed through on the promise he made to me three weeks ago and now he either ate me out or fucked me, or both, at least once a day. Sometimes, if he gets really horny, and hasn’t done much Slut Crew servicing that day, he uses me more than once. By now, KJ really knows how to fuck me down. He knows just how to make me squirm. I used to hope that he would forget to use me each day, because of all the other loads my ass would inevitably have to take in any given day on this world. But he never forgot, so I stopped hoping. But, if I’m honest with myself, I always wanted him to use me. His cock and tongue feel so good when they’re deep in my boy hole. Oh fuck, I’m getting horny just thinking about it. And that’s something else. I’m always so horny! This “Juice” they put on my cock cage and plug has made me into a sexual animal. All I can think about is when I’m going to get to service a cock or, better yet, when can I cum again?! The pressure just builds and builds. And every time I get fucked or otherwise used by the public, and don’t get to cum, it just adds even more pressure. So, every time someone buys me or a teacher or coach “disciplines” me, I act as dirty and slutty as I possibly can, just praying that they click the button on their app, turn off my cock cage for a minute, and let me cum as a reward for being a good slut boy. Once, I was so pent up that I jizzed twice in one 20-minute fuck session when my purchaser took pity on me and turned off my cock cage to let me cum. But that was just once. Most of the time the “public” doesn’t let me/us cum. Us jock sluts just have to accept it and do our best. Luckily, with all of the Juice in me, sex is always amazing � even when I don’t get to cum. It’s like a high just to feel a toy in my ass, or a dick in my mouth, or a mouth on my nipples. My nerves are always slightly buzzing. That explains why “Dad” also wears one of the plugs. Even though he is not a jock slut. I found that out on the first night, where he walked in on KJ fucking me on the stairs and decided to introduce himself by using both of our holes all night long. He never let us fuck him or showed any interest in anything but slamming into our teen boy holes, but I could clearly see he had a size-5 plug in his strong muscled ass the whole time. And every time I’ve seen him naked since, it was clearly still there. I was curious why but then it hit me. He has supercharged libido for a man his age (at least for a man his age on our world). There’s no way he would be able to cum as many times a day as he seems to do on a daily basis. Unless he was on the Juice. He must want to make up for lost time spent on our world, by fucking as many slut boys as many times as he can on this world. And Performance Juice is just the way to help. God, I can’t imagine what that must be like. He has all the horny energy of being on the Juice with a cock plug in his ass all day but no cage and enough money (infinite it seemed) from the government agency that sent us, so he can fuck a jock boy whenever bursa escort he damn well pleases. At the rate I see him buying public service, I think he will have shot a load in every jock at Central Valley High before the end of the semester and will probably be well on his way to shooting two loads per boy at this rate. I envy him. Every time I meet another jock at Central Valley High, all I can think of is what it would feel like to push them right to the floor and start fucking them right then and there. Damn I’m so horny. But instead, I woke up this morning with KJ giving me a long, slow rim job, while he held my removed plug with one hand and spread my cheeks with the other. Not the worse trade-off I guess, this red-headed cheer slut really knew what he was doing. So, I just moaned my pleasure and humped my cock-caged dick into the bed under me, hoping for even a twitch of friction to reach my dick and make me cum. But these things were sci-fi magic. No such luck for me. After what felt like only a few minutes but must have been 10 or 15, KJ gave me a hard slap on ass and then came up for air with spit and Juice residue caking his grinning mouth. “Mmmm, I love eating this pussy in the morning. After a whole night of not getting fucked, I love feeling your hole loosen up as I work it over. Now, I think you’re ready for the day ahead, like a good little swim slut. Right, boy?” “Yes, KJ, thank you sir.” And I yelped after one final hard slap on my ass from KJ and then he was off the bed and walking towards the bathroom to get ready. As he left, he off-handedly put my cock plug in my right hand, making me put it back in my own ass. I stretched languidly, like a cat. Deep and sensual, feeling the sheets wrap and twist around my naked skin. After the rim job and with a whole night’s worth of Juice flowing through me, I loved feeling the sheets against my nipples, open hole, and lower back. Once I was done squirming, I reached over with my left hand to reach the refillable lube dispenser affixed to the wall next to my bed. (Crazy what comes standard in homes in this weird world.) After a few pumps I had a good amount in my hand and I coated the plug as best I could. The plug naturally exuded some lubrication over time but a little extra before the start of the day was always useful. And it made the plug really slide around over my joy button. I brought the lubed-up plug to my hole and pushed it in. It always feels so good when it finally bottoms out in me and the base shoves against my hole. I gave out an “hmmm” and then sat up to get on with the day. I heard KJ in the bathroom, so I decided to head for the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I was already wearing my team uniform � absolutely nothing � and I can’t shower today. So, no need to do anything more in the bathroom than styling my hair a bit. I looked down the hall and saw that “Dad’s” room was empty so I supposed that he might have already left for work. Whatever that is. I still don’t know anything about him or what he does all day. He doesn’t exactly answer our questions. Not really. He mostly just tells us what to do. And we always do it. And he’s not my dad. I don’t even like typing that. Seems so wrong, based on how he uses us. I just think of him as our “Handler”, or at least that’s how the organization that sent us described him to us. So, that’s how I’m going to refer to him in these logs, henceforth. I was at the top of the stairs, heading down, when I heard voices. Sounded like it was coming from the dining room. It sounded like porn, but in the real world. I say porn because the fleshy slapping sounds and boy moans were so over-the-top. It sounded like a boy slut was getting the fucking of his life and letting the whole house know about it. Like a slut in some exaggerated gay porno. I started down the stairs and it only got louder. Once I was off the stairs, I crossed the living room and could see into the living room and then it all became clear. My Handler was standing next to the dining room table. And under him was a slim blonde boy, clearly a Central Valley jock slut, wearing just his shoes and an all-white jockstrap. Handler was pounding into the jockstrap-wearing boy with a casual intensity. Almost like he barely knew he was there. He even held aloft his coffee mug and was actively taking a sip when I walked in the room. Almost seemed performative, like he wanted me to walk in and see this scene. The boy had one leg up on the table, was pushed forward with his face pressed against the surface, arms spread above his head, and he was gripping the table with the palms of his hands. This boy is flexible as hell. His fingers spread out on the smooth wood and occasionally clenching when my Handler hit something sensitive inside of him. His blonde hair was very closely cropped, and he was extremely pale for a boy so completely naked. He was the source of the porno sounds. He emitted a near constant moan/screech as my Handler fucked him hard and deep. A constant “oh oh oh oh oh, oh damn, oh damn, oh sir, please fuck me, please fuck me oh oh oh!”. He was fairly short and fairly slight, so my Handler towered over him. Handler was wearing his everyday “work” clothes but had his belt and pants undone and had his own jockstrap pushed to the side to give his cock the angle to keep fucking the little twink. Watching Handler fuck the blonde bursa escort bayan twink was so hot. Compared to the boy’s white, bubbly ass cheeks, my Handler’s long Latin dick really stood out. Drilling into him, making his cheeks slap. Turning him into a moaning whore. And I know exactly how he felt. I’ve felt that dick in my ass enough in the past month. He looked at me as I entered the room and took another swig of his coffee, the slurp of which I could barely hear over the moaning and fleshy, fuck sounds. He said, “Good morning, Altamash. Sleep well…son?” And he gave me a smirk. I just meekly replied, “Fine, sir.” “That’s great. And look, we have a guest for breakfast. This is little…Caleb, I think. Is that right, jock boy?” Caleb didn’t even open his eyes or move from being pressed against the table but just replied, “oh oh oh oh oh, yes sir, oh damn!” I recognized him. Caleb was on the Track and Field team at CVH. I had seen him around the school in the usual unform for the Track Team, a white spandex short shorts with a tiny red t-shirt that barely covered his pecs. Here he was in just a white jockstrap and I didn’t see his school uniform on the ground. Did my Handler just grab him from out of his bedroom? Almost like he read my mind, Handler said, “Caleb’s team is assigned the `Door-to-Door Jocks’ duty this week. You remember “Door-to-Door Jocks”, right son? The program where the assigned Central Valey sports team puts on jockstraps and goes door-to-door, offering their asses at a discount. But you only get to fuck them, no oral or topping for these boys. It’s a little early to order one of these slut boys, but the deal is just too good to pass up, haha.” And at that he started to pull his dick all the way out and slam it back into Caleb’s little ass. “Oh fuck sir, that’s so deep, sir please please!” Caleb started to openly whine. “Are you close, sir?” Handler answered, “Oh your tight little ass is milking me good, you’re gonna get my load. Don’t you worry. He’s been out since dawn, I believe. He’s eager to get my load because then he can head straight to team practice, isn’t that right, slut? You see, Altamash, they have a very strict quota system at Central Valley High. All of the jocks doing their turn in a “Door-to-Door Jock” Week have to gather 4 loads in their tight little asses before they are done for the day. And they have to try to get them all before morning practice, or they get some kind of penalty if they’re late. I am sure it’s something sufficient to properly motivate them. So, sluts like Caleb, when they come ringing on doors, like ours, have to really beg for it.” “You should have seen Caleb, by the time I answered the door he was already on his knees with those little puppy dog eyes. Begging for me to buy a turn on his ass. He even turned around and spread his cheeks to show me how plump and hairless his hole is, begging up storm. And fuck if I could pass that invitation up.” I looked over at Caleb and a new wave of sexual energy flowed through me when I pictured him on all fours on our doorstep, begging for my Handler’s hard cock to fuck a load of cum into him. Wearing nothing but that white jockstrap and begging out of hungry desperation. My Handler turned back to Caleb and asked, “What load is this for you, boy?” “My fourth, sir. My last one. Oh fuck, that feels so good sir.” The jockstrap-wearing slut replied while writhing on our dining room table. “Please sir, I need your cum. Please give me that cum, my boy pussy needs it so bad.” My Handler was clearly getting off on the begging because he stopped talking and began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He was getting ready to breed the jock. By that point I heard KJ come down the stairs and he walked over to join us in the dining room. He must have heard Handler’s explanation of the situation because he didn’t ask any questions, he just walked up behind me, placed his hard cock against the crack of my ass, and then wrapped his arms around me to hold me in a bear hug while he watched our Handler fuck the boy. He started to slowly dry hump, maybe involuntarily, to match Handler’s thrusts. With his hands, KJ reached across my chest to slowly flick my nipple piercings. Making me leak even more. Goddamn, I have chills just thinking about what that redhead does to me. It was also so sexy to see my Latin Handler pile drive into the blonde boy. I could see sweat dripping down his handsome face and as I watched him thrust, I imagined his hard, muscled butt thrusting and squeezing his own butt plug with every thrust. Sometimes, when Handler is fucking me or KJ, I see his plugged ass in a mirror or from behind as he fucks into one of us and it’s so hot. I just wish he would let me cum when he fucks me. He almost always manages to fuck a load out of KJ. But I never get to cum with him. It’s just not fair! Ugh! But in this moment, he really started to fuck and the boy was wailing continuously. Finally, my Handler let out a string of Spanish curses and thrust all the way into the slut. And the boy shouted, “oh fuck yes, thank you sir!” Clearly, he had just gotten load number four up his teenage ass. My Handler stopped thrusting and let go of the boy’s thin hips. Then he pulled back and ripped his cock out of the boy with a loud wet sound. Immediately, some of my Handler’s cum (and I imagine cum from the three other breeders) escort bursa began to stream out of the gaping boy pussy. The boy just kept panting on the table, not moving to get up. Obviously wanting the boy to have to walk around with as much cum as possible, my Handler grabbed the boy’s cock plug and jammed it back into the boy to plug the hole. The boy shouted a loud, “fuck!”, as the plug pushed deep into his guts. “Alright, that was a decent fuck, now get the hell out of here before I decide to take another turn on this wet pussy.” My Handler admonished the boy and then slapped him so hard on the ass that the echo ricocheted throughout the room loud enough to make KJ and I flinch from the crackle. The boy immediately jumped up, grabbed his white jockstrap off the floor, and then scampered for the door to avoid another hard slap. The red handprint was already as bright as a stop sign on his lily-white ass. Caleb got to the door and then turned to my Handler to quickly say his standard lines, “Thank you for your cum, sir. I hope you have enjoyed my Public Service. If you have a minute, please take a moment to rate me on your app. Leave any feedback about my performance and please use me again soon.” And then he ran out the door as fast as I could, trying to put his jockstrap on at the same time. My Handler pushed his semi-hard dick back in his slacks, zipped up and put his belt back on, and then walked to the door himself. He opened it, watching Caleb sprinting towards practice, desperate to make it to track practice on time. Speaking of which, we were watching them fuck for way too long, KJ and I have to get a move on in order to make it to our respective practices. “KJ, we need to get to school,” I whispered to my fake brother. “Yea, we should.” Then he gave both of my nipples a hard tug before breaking off and heading for the kitchen. We both went to get some Pop-Tarts for breakfast. We scarfed them down in two minutes flat and then made for the car. Our Handler had given us a beat-up old sedan to drive to school. KJ always drove. I think he just liked being in charge of me, in every way. We made it to the driveway when our Handler came out to us to talk. It’s amazing how quickly this has all become normal. KJ and I are both standing on the lawn, me completely naked and him wearing a poor excuse for a skirt that doesn’t even fully cover his ass or cock, while a fully dressed older man talks to us. While people are actively getting out of their homes to go to work! This would have made me die from embarrassment on our world and, while I’m still mortified and my cheeks are burning red, I take it now with weary resignation. “You mijos have a good day at school. And remember, Altamash, tomorrow you’re coming with me to the big Football game. Apparently, the whole school shows up for this one, the big “grudge” match with the school’s rivals. A bunch of real dirty dogs I’m told. I can’t wait to see it. And we’re gonna stay for most of the Victory Night, apparently the audience is free to stay for the whole night if they want, and they show all the action on the big stadium screens.” I could feel my heart already pumping at the thought of watching Elian and the whole team fuck another team of football players after the game. I had watched a few Victory Night videos online, out of curiosity, and they were all universally hot. But it’s another thing entirely to imagine watching it live, in a stadium only feet away from the gangbang orgy. “Oh, and I hear that while most of the audience just watch and jerk off, or fuck each other, pretty much every jock in the stands gets used pretty much all night by the horned-up crowd. They like to…re-enact some of the action on the screens � if you know what I mean. So, make sure you get a good night’s sleep tonight, son. You’re in for almost as wild of a night as the football team, haha!” Then he laughed and gave me a first couple of sarcastic pats on the back for effect. Inwardly I groaned. It was like I had to go through my own Bitch Night tomorrow. Fuck! I’m gonna be so tired this week. Though, whatever the crowd is gonna do to me is not nearly the same as having to go through a Bitch Night. Nothing is quite as intense as being at the total mercy of a team of preternaturally horny teenage jock boys who what to make their opponents squirm after a hard-fought game � and who may not have cum in weeks! All for a whole night! Those are some rough fucks and too many teen loads to count. And I hear that no one fucks as hard or as dirty as the football teams in this world. Those teams all know how to make it memorable. If the videos in any way do it justice. Especially Elian. I just looked down and said, “Yes sir, I remember.” “Good boy, off you go then! And no speeding, KJ, unless you want to spend some quality time with the local cops.” And then he flashed a sinister smile at KJ. KJ just replied, “Yes sir.” Then we both opened the car doors and hopped inside. KJ started the engine and was about to peel away when Handler tapped on my window, gesturing for me to roll it down. When I rolled it down, he backed way towards the door but first said, “Oh and one last thing, little tadpole. I heard that next week is the Swim Team’s week to do `Door-to-Door Jocks’. I wonder how fast you’re gonna get your four loads…” And then he jogged into the house. When the implications of what he just said hit me, I gulped as KJ put the car into “Drive” and we headed towards Central Valley High for the first practice of the day. I guess next week I’d have to learn how to beg for loads, just like Caleb. — End of Chapter Eight —

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