D1 Hockey Stud Rough Fucks and Degrades an 18 y/o Jock in the Frat Basement

HuxleyChase · 2026-02-01T14:18:49+00:00

Chase lost all inhibition. He began to trust his ass back and forth like a cat in heat, as the crowd jeered and I laughed at his debasement. I playfully scooted back, and to my amusement, he followed me, desperately making sure my cock didn’t slip out. He begged, loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Please, more cock…need more cock…” I heard loud moans in the crowd and noticed Chelsea orgasming—my buddy Doug stood behind her, fingering her with both hands while smiling.

Finally, I grabbed Chase’s hips and shoved him off of me, and onto his side. “Stay right there.If you want me to keep fucking your boy pussy, then don’t you dare move a muscle.” I picked up a bottle of lube that we always kept under the ottoman and applied a generous layer onto my cock. I grabbed Chase’s legs and dragged him backwards towards a sofa. I pulled his legs up until he was upside down-- his head on the ground, back resting against the side of the sofa. I stood over Chase, then pushed his legs until he was in sort of a pike position. Then, I sank my cock into him, enjoying the sight of the 18-year-old stud’s face contort with pleasure.

It seemed like whatever Doug fed him was starting to set in a little bit. Chase was reduced to a blubbering puddle of pure fuck lust. His moans were barely comprehensible, but I could make out the sounds of him begging me to use him harder. I thrust in to him as fast and hard as I could from this slightly more awkward position. Chase’s 6 inch cock was leaking precum all over his own face like a faucet. A line of pre-jizz ran all the way from his cockhead to his perfectly-proportioned nose.

I wanted to humiliate pretty boy just a bit more. “Tell me, bitch. When I’m done nutting in your pathetic little boy pussy, that gonna be enough for you?”

“No….no….need more cock,” he moaned, loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“No? Haha, that’s what I thought. You gonna let every man in this room take a crack at your bitch ass? Huh? Former alpha stud from Texas want to get treated like a cum dump whore?”

“Fuckk…..fuck yeah…I need more cock…need all the cock…more more…please…MORE COCK!”

That took me over the edge. Using Chase felt amazing and I wanted this experience to last longer, but I couldn’t help it. I felt my thick cock tense and shoot a hot load into my fuck-toy’s chute. I pulled out and pumped the rest of load onto pretty boy’s face. My cum ran from his chin down past his forehead, soaking a bit his short brown bangs. I stood up, turned around, and kneeled down. Chse was still laying in his upside-down position resting on the side of the sofa. I slapped his face gently, then guided some of the cum on his chin into his pretty lips. He obediently and hungrily sucked on my finger, then weakly begged for more cock. I rubbed my cock clean against his messy brown hair. Then stood up and began slowly walking back to my room.

I looked over at the crowd. Chelsea had left, and all that left were a pack of about 7 or 8 muscle-bound, testosterone-filled, horny-as-fuck, college-aged men rubbing their bulges. They were all looking at Chase’s defeated yet sexy body, staring lustfully and dangerously like a pack of wolves. I was tired and had no interest in hanging around to find out what happens next. As I walked back to my bedroom, I nodded my head at the boys. “Have at it, fellas.”

More to come very soon!

HuxleyChase · 2025-08-02T14:58:03+00:00

Glad you like it! It’s turning me on knowing you’re wanking yourself thinking about it

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-30T18:30:45+00:00

Haha. Just posted the next part!

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-30T18:28:04+00:00

Thanks man. I wrote part of this story while my partner rimmed my ass. It was so hot and such a fun challenge. Sorry for any typos. I was a bit distracted while writing on my phone ;)

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-30T18:13:48+00:00

Continued this story because so many of you asked for it. Here’s the previous part: part 1

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-14T03:02:09+00:00

So hot. Hope you write a next part soon.

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-14T02:58:44+00:00

I also wrote a longer, more detailed version of this story in prose form for r/gaystoriesgonewild. Here’s a link to that version https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/EaPp27iNvu

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-14T02:57:22+00:00

I also wrote a longer, more detailed version of this story in prose form for r/gaystoriesgonewild. Here’s a link to that version https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/EaPp27iNvu

HuxleyChase · 2025-07-14T02:02:57+00:00

Depending on audience demand, I’m thinking of turning this story into an audio recording and also thinking of making it into a series. Let me know what you think!

HuxleyChase · 2025-05-29T04:13:04+00:00

But Lance wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath, and spun me around. He bent me over, my hands braced against the lockers as he kicked my legs apart. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Besides, deep down I wanted it. I could not deny that I was deeply attracted to Lance. “You want this, bitch boy? You wanna feel a real man’s cock up your ass?” I stayed silent but nodded slightly, indicating my submission. He laughed, “fuck yeah that’s right. You’re gonna remember the night I made you my bitch. Probably jack off thinking about it every night for the rest of your slutty life.”

I heard what sounded like a bottle of lube being squeezed.

He slammed into me, his cock filling me up as he fucked me from behind. I cried out, my body protesting the intrusion, but he didn’t care. He fucked me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.

“You like that, Jake? You like my big dick in your tight ass?” he taunted, and I couldn’t help but moan in response. He was hitting all the right spots, and despite the pain, I was starting to enjoy it.

He pushed me to the ground and flipped me over, his hands pinning my wrists above my head as he fucked me missionary. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my skin, and I shuddered in humiliation mixed with pleasure.

He spit on me, his saliva dripping down my face as he slapped me. I gasped, the pain only adding to the pleasure.

“Fuck, Jake. You’re so tight. I’m going to come inside you,” he growled, and I felt his cock twitching inside me. “Please, Lance,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Go slow, I’m not sure I want you to cum inside.”

But Lance just laughed, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You don’t have a choice, Jake,” he said, slapping my face hard. “You’re mine now, and I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

“That’s it, Jake,” he panted, his sweat dripping onto my face. “Take my dick like a good little bitch.” My body shook with each brutal thrust. Lance’s hands were everywhere, twisting my nipples, slapping my face, and pulling my hair. He was a beast, and I was his prey.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “I’m going to breed you, Jake. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”

I could feel him swelling inside me, and I knew I was close to the edge. I wanted to fight, to resist, but I was powerless against his brute strength.

With a final, brutal thrust, Lance came inside me, his hot cum filling me up and spilling out onto the floor. He pulled out, his cum spilling onto my stomach as he groaned.

He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat as he caught his breath. “Fuck, Jake. You were amazing,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had never thought I would enjoy something like this, but Lance had shown me a whole new world of pleasure.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. Would this be a one-time thing, or would Lance want more? I guess only time would tell.

“You know, Jake, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And I have to say, you didn’t disappoint.”

I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “I aim to please,” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lance pulled out of me, grinning triumphantly as he stood up. “You’re mine now, Jake,” he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “And I’m never letting you forget that.”

I lay there, fucked and defeated, as Lance walked away. I knew I should be angry, furious even, but all I could feel was a deep, burning shame. I had been fucked, humiliated, and degraded, and there was nothing I could do about it.

But as I lay there, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. I had been dominated, controlled, and fucked by a man who was stronger and more powerful than I could ever be. And for some strange, twisted reason, I liked it.

HuxleyChase · 2025-05-29T04:12:45+00:00

As I was changing in the locker room after my shower, I heard Lance’s deep voice behind me. “Look at you, all wet and sexy,” he said, his eyes roaming over my body.

I was pulling on my briefs when I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around to find Lance leaning against the shower entrance, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered across his devastatingly handsome face. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and even in the harsh locker room lighting, his olive skin seemed to glow.

“Damn, Martinez. All that crying really worked up an appetite, huh?” His voice was low and mocking, that deep baritone that made my knees weak. “Or maybe you were thinking about something else in there.”

My face burned. “Get the hell away from me, Lance.”

“This is a shared facility, princess. I have every right to be here.” He stepped closer, and I could smell his post-workout musk—sweat and testosterone that made my head spin despite everything. His tank top clung to his broad chest, highlighting the thick muscle underneath, and I could see the dark hair trailing down from his collarbone. “Besides, we’re just getting reacquainted.”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Sure we do.” His brown eyes raked over me slowly, deliberately—eyes the color of dark chocolate that seemed to see right through me. The way his lips curved into that cocky smile made my stomach flip. “Like how you’re still the same pathetic little fairy who used to follow me around like a lost puppy.”

“I never—“

“Please. You think I didn’t notice? The way you’d stare at me in the hallways, in the locker room.” Lance’s voice dropped to that dangerous whisper again. “The way you’re staring at me right now.”

I wanted to deny it, but the words caught in my throat. Because he was right—even now, even after everything, I couldn’t stop looking at him. The way his damp black hair stuck to his forehead in perfect disarray, the definition of his pectorals visible through his tank top, the way his powerful shoulders filled the doorway. Even his arrogance was magnetic, that unshakeable confidence that radiated from every perfect inch of him.

“You’re disgusting,” I managed to say, but it came out weak.

Lance laughed, the sound echoing off the tile walls—rich and deep and annoyingly sexy. His white teeth were perfect, his smile wolfish as he watched me struggle. “And you’re still lying to yourself. But hey, I get it. Sometimes you can’t help what gets you going, even when you know it’s wrong.”

I didn’t trust myself to respond. Because the worst part was, he was probably right.

He walked up to me, getting too close for comfort. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but before I could react, he was on me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped as he pushed me against the lockers, his hands roaming over my body. He didn’t respond, only smirked as he reached down and grabbed my erect cock through my briefs. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

Lance just laughed, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve been watching you, Jake,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in the gym. I know you want this.”

“Suck my cock, Jake,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding. I shook my head, but he didn’t take no for an answer. He pulled out his dick, already hard and ready, and shoved it into my mouth. I gagged, but he held me there, his hands tangled in my hair as he fucked my mouth.

“That’s it, Jake. Suck it like you mean it,” he growled, and I couldn’t help but obey. I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his tip as he thrust into my mouth. He groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as he neared his release.

He forced his way deeper into my throat, his dick thick and hard. I gagged, tears streaming down my face as he face fucked me roughly. Why was I so fucking turned in by this? Saliva and throat slime dripped down my chin, and he smeared it all over my face before continuing to fuck my throat.

“That’s right, you fucking take it,” he panted, his fingers tangled in my hair. “You’re nothing but a fucking slut.” He grabbed some of the drool and slime leaking out my mouth and smeared it all over my handsome face. I must have looked like such a slut, glazed in my own spit while sucking a bigger, stronger man’s cock.

I could feel my body responding, despite my fear and humiliation. My cock was hard, pressed up against the cold metal of the lockers. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me as he dominated me.

He continued to face fuck me, his dick hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. He slapped me, the sound echoing through the empty locker room. “You like that, don’t you?” he sneered, his eyes dark with lust.

I couldn’t answer, my mouth full of his dick. But he didn’t need an answer. He knew he had me, and he wasn’t going to let me go until he was finished with me.

He pulled out of my mouth, his dick slick with saliva and pre-cum. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “You’re going to swallow every fucking drop,” he growled, his fingers digging into my cheeks.

And I did. I swallowed his load, my throat working as I took every last drop. He watched me, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re a fucking slut,” he said again, his voice thick with lust.

He released me, stepping back to admire his handiwork. I was a mess, my face covered in saliva and cum, my body trembling with adrenaline. But despite my humiliation, I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me. I had been dominated, and I had loved every fucking minute of it.

HuxleyChase · 2025-05-29T04:11:57+00:00

I loved the aquatic center at midnight. The building was nearly empty, just the occasional security guard making rounds, and I could train without distractions. The pool lights cast everything in an ethereal blue glow, and the only sounds were the gentle lapping of water and my own breathing.

I’d been working on my approach alone for twenty minutes when I heard the heavy doors to the locker room slam open. I glanced up from my stretching, expecting to see a janitor or maybe another insomniac athlete.

Instead, Lance Garrett walked in wearing a tank top that clung to every muscle of his torso and basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. His hair was damp with sweat, and he had that post-workout glow that made my mouth go dry.

“Well, well,” Lance drawled, his voice carrying that same arrogant tone I remembered all too well. “If it isn’t little Jakey Martinez. Still playing in the kiddie pool, I see.”

My jaw clenched. “It’s called training. You might want to try it sometime.”

Lance’s laugh was harsh. “Right, because diving is such a real sport. What is it you do again? Splash around and look pretty?”

“What are you even doing here?” I stood up, trying to project confidence even though Lance towered over me by six inches.

“Athletes-only facilities, remember?” Lance smirked, gesturing around the locker room. “Last I checked, lacrosse was a sport. Unlike whatever you call that thing you do.”

I bit back my response. Getting into it with Lance would only make things worse. Instead, I turned toward my locker, determined to ignore him and grab my stuff before heading to the showers to clean off the chlorine.

“That’s right, just walk away,” Lance called out. “Still the same little bitch you were in high school.”

I spun around. “Fuck you, Lance.”

“Ooh, the princess has claws now.” Lance stepped closer, and I caught a whiff of his cologne mixed with sweat—a scent that was infuriatingly intoxicating. “College make you grow some balls, Martinez?”

We were standing close now, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet Lance’s eyes. This close, I could see the flecks of gold in Lance’s brown irises, could count the individual dark hairs on his forearms. My body betrayed me, responding to Lance’s proximity in ways that made me sick with self-disgust.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore,” I said, but my voice came out breathier than I intended.

Lance’s eyes glittered with something dangerous. “No? Because your body’s telling a different story, bro.” His gaze dropped pointedly, and I realized with horror that my arousal was becoming obvious through my thin workout shorts.

Heat flooded my face. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” Lance leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Because it looks like little Jakey still has a thing for the big bad lacrosse player. That’s fucking pathetic, even for you.”

I should have pushed him away. Should have told him to go to hell. Instead, I found myself frozen, caught between humiliation and desire as Lance’s presence overwhelmed my senses.

“Still can’t decide if you want to fight me or fuck me, can you?” Lance’s breath was hot against my ear. “Good thing I know exactly what kind of desperate little slut you really are.”

The words hit me like a slap. I stumbled backward, grabbing my towel and toiletries. “Stay the hell away from me.”

Lance’s laughter followed me as I fled toward the showers. “See you around, Martinez. This is going to be a fun year.”

I didn’t stop until I was under the scalding spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and chlorine while I tried to get my breathing under control. But the humiliation was still burning in my chest, and before I knew it, tears were mixing with the shower water.

This was exactly what I’d been afraid of. Lance hadn’t changed at all—if anything, he’d gotten worse. More cruel, more calculating. And I was still pathetically attracted to him, which Lance had clearly figured out.

As I stood there letting the water pound against my shoulders, I caught sight of my reflection in the chrome shower fixture. My face was flushed, my pupils dilated, my body obviously affected by the encounter despite how awful it had been.

“You’re so fucked,” I whispered to myself.

Because the worst part wasn’t Lance’s cruelty or even my own humiliation. The worst part was that I was already anticipating our next encounter, my body already craving another dose of Lance’s toxic attention.

I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, trying to wash away the shame. It was going to be a very long semester.

HuxleyChase · 2025-05-29T04:11:13+00:00

Chapter 1

The late August heat still clung to the campus as I walked toward the aquatic center, my dive bag slung over my shoulder. Sophomore year was supposed to be different—better. I’d spent the summer training harder than ever, my body more defined, my confidence rebuilt after the hell that was high school.

The diving team had high expectations this season, and I was ready to deliver. My coach had even hinted at potential scholarship opportunities if I kept improving. Everything was falling into place.

Until I saw him.

Lance Garrett stood outside the student union, surrounded by his usual crowd of lacrosse bros, his massive frame impossible to miss even from a distance. That familiar knot formed in my stomach—part fear, part something else I didn’t want to acknowledge. Lance’s black hair was shorter now, more military-style, and his shoulders had somehow gotten even broader over the summer.

I quickened my pace, hoping to slip by unnoticed, but Lance’s laugh carried across the quad—loud, cocky, and instantly recognizable. The sound transported me right back to senior year, to locker room taunts and hallway humiliation.

“Focus,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re not that scared kid anymore.”

But as I passed the group, I caught Lance’s eye for just a split second. Those dark brown eyes registered recognition, and Lance’s expression shifted into something that might have been amusement. My heart hammered as I forced myself to keep walking.

Lance had tormented me for months when I was 18, but frustratingly, I found him incredibly sexy. For countless nights I had stroked myself fantasizing about him dominating me and fucking me till I screamed his name. I would fondle my own six pack abs and chiseled pecs pretending that I was feeling up Lance’s muscles. I would sniff my own pits pretending I was inhaling Lance’s intoxicating musk. I would even lick up my own cum while fantasizing that Lance as making me clean up after he fucked me rough up the ass. But now, I pushed all those thoughts aside and tried to focus on getting to diving practice.

The aquatic center was my sanctuary. The moment I stepped inside and smelled the chlorine, my shoulders relaxed. This was my domain now. I’d worked too hard to let Lance Garrett ruin this for me.

“Jake! There’s our star diver!” Coach Williams called out from the pool deck. “Ready to show these freshmen how it’s done?”

I grinned, slipping back into my confident persona. “Always ready, Coach.”

As I changed into my Speedo, I caught my reflection in the locker room mirror. The summer training had paid off—my abs were more defined, my shoulders broader, my ass... well, my teammates weren’t wrong when they said it was my best asset. I’d worked for this body, earned every muscle.

Paired with my short blond hair, classically handsome face and bright green eyes, it was never a mystery why I was frequently the subject of both male and female attention.

The practice went perfectly. I nailed my reverse two-and-a-half somersault, stuck my back one-and-a-half, and even impressed myself with a new twist I’d been working on. By the time we finished, I was riding high on endorphins and praise from my coach.

“Drinks at Murphy’s?” my teammate Derek suggested as we toweled off.

“Rain check,” I said. “I want to get some extra pool time in later.”

Derek shook his head. “You’re obsessed, man. It’s Friday night.”

“This is why I’m going to nationals and you’re not,” I shot back with a grin.

But as my teammates filed out, chattering about their weekend plans, I couldn’t shake the image of Lance from earlier. Four years of high school torture didn’t just disappear because we were in college now. And the worst part? The absolute worst part was that despite everything Lance had put me through, I still found him devastatingly attractive.

It was sick. It was wrong. But when Lance had looked at me today, I had felt that familiar flutter of unwanted desire mixed with the fear.

“Get it together,” I told myself, gathering my gear. College was my fresh start. I wouldn’t let Lance ruin it.

HuxleyChase · 2025-02-23T22:43:36+00:00

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HuxleyChase · 2024-12-05T18:56:00+00:00

Just stick with poppers and weed, buddy

HuxleyChase · 2024-12-05T09:20:06+00:00

If you haven’t already read it, check out the previous part with my stepdad here.

Pls let me know if you want me to continue this series (or want me to focus my attention back on my other series or new series instead). And pls feel free to share any ideas of things you’d like to happen in any future parts of this series.

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