Daryl

Daryl 01 - Waterpolo Team Captain

Daryl was the captain of the school’s water polo team and also clever enough to be in one of the top classes. He wasn't naturally gifted, but he had a strong broad shoulders that he achieved with relentless training, a showcase of his quiet determination that his Coach, Coach Tan valued immensely. It was Tan who suggested the sports therapy, after Daryl complained about persistent tightness in his shoulders following increasing training intensity with the inter-school games coming up.

“Old Man Lim at Red Zone Sports Massage,” Tan had said, clapping him on the back hard enough to make him wince. “A bit… unusual maybe, but he’s worked wonders for several of my boys. Especially good with those stubborn swimmer’s knots.” He’d given Daryl a knowing wink. "It's near Lavender. Near your girlfriend's place right?"

"I'll think about it", Daryl said.

One Sunday after meeting his girlfriend, he came across the sign - "Red Zone Sports Massage". Turns out he has always walked past the store but never noticed it until his Coach mentioned. The store wasn't exactly inspiring confidence. It was above a KTV shop along a row of shophouses, the sign faded and slightly askew. He went up the stairs, inside smelled of stale incense and something vaguely medicinal. Unsure if there was even anyone in at first, suddenly a man appeared. Old Man Lim – younger than his name suggested, maybe late 40s, stocky build, slightly balding hair – greeted him with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Ah, Daryl! Coach Tan sent you,” he said, already ushering Daryl towards the table. “Excellent swimmer. Very promising. Follow me” He led Daryl into a room. The room itself was small, sparsely furnished with a massage table draped in what looked like floral bedsheets. gestured for Daryl to change into a cheap pair of disposable underwear and lie face down. “Just loosen up those shoulders, eh? You carry a lot of tension.”

Daryl obliged, trying not to think too much about the slightly sticky sheets. Lim started with traditional massage strokes – kneading his back and shoulders, applying firm pressure that did feel good. Daryl relaxed, letting out a small sigh. He wasn’t usually one for physical touch, and especially not by a man, but this was actually quite pleasant.

“Tight knots here,” Lim murmured, working on the muscles along Daryl's spine. “From all the front crawl. Let me try something different.” His hands moved lower, circling around Daryl’s hips. "That was fast... Isn't he supposed to be working on my shoulders?" Daryl thought. It wasn't uncomfortable, just…different from what he expected

“How’s the pressure?” Lim asked, his voice close to Daryl’s ear.

“Good,” Daryl managed, trying to keep his breathing even.

Lim started using more oil, slicking it across his back and down towards his glutes. His hands became bolder, less about kneading and more about stroking, circling, pressing with a deliberate rhythm. Daryl began to feel self-conscious, acutely aware of being almost completely naked in front of a stranger. Just a massage, he told himself. Coach Tan wouldn’t send him somewhere dodgy.

“You train hard,” Lim said, his voice soft and knowing. “Boys like you need to let go sometimes. Release the tension.”

He started working on Daryl's hamstrings, but his hands kept straying upwards, brushing against his lower back again and again. Then, a deliberate squeeze. A slow, circular motion.

Okay, that’s…not quite the shoulder work I needed, Daryl thought. It was unexpected, certainly but he wasn’t sure if he disliked it or not.

Lim moved lower still, working on the muscles at the base of his spine. His fingers now traced the curve of his ass cheeks just below the flimsy underwear, lingering just a beat too long before moving to the next spot. Daryl found himself unconsciously clenching his glutes tighter with each touch.

“Relax,” Lim murmured, his voice almost hypnotic. “Let it all go.” He began to work his way upwards again, using both hands now, kneading and stroking, slowly working towards Daryl’s lower back.

Then he reached into his underwear and gently cupped Daryl's balls. Not a firm grip, just… possessive. Daryl inhaled sharply. A jolt of heat shot through him. Definitely more than shoulder work.

“Little heavy there,” Lim said with a knowing chuckle. “Let me help you.”

He slapped on a copious amount of oil onto Daryl's balls, spilling onto his ass crack and the massage table. He started kneading them, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. Daryl’s breath hitched in his throat. He tried to control himself, but his dick was becoming harder, lifting off the shitty disposable underwear, giving no resistance at all to hide his erection. He found himself arching slightly into the table, unconsciously seeking more contact.

“Good boy, I see you respond well” Lim breathed. “Just like that.”

Daryl's mind had morphed from hesitancy to a confused blend of discomfort and pleasure. Coach Tan really trusts this guy, he thought, trying to rationalize it. Maybe this was just part of the therapy? A bit more… thorough than usual? He’d always been a little shy around touch.

Lim’s hands slipped onto his dick next, warming him with each stroke. Daryl whimpered softly, then tried to cover it up with a cough. Lim's strokes became faster, more insistent. Daryl felt himself getting hard. Really hard.

“You like that?” Lim asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Daryl didn’t answer, just groaned slightly. He was starting to lose control, the pleasure overcoming his initial hesitation.

Lim continued stroking until Daryl was on the verge of climax. Then he shifted his grip, applying a gentle but firm pressure to the base of his shaft. Daryl let out a choked cry and surged forward, spilling cum onto Lim’s hand. He felt deliciously spent, almost limp on the table.

Lim didn't stop. He continued stroking until Daryl was fully emptied, then slowly worked his way down to cradle his warm, slack balls.

“Very good,” he purred. “Now, let’s try something different.”

Lim repositioned him, turning him onto his back and sliding between his legs. Daryl felt a wave of apprehension wash over him. This is getting serious. He could still have protested, maybe even wriggled free. But he was pleasantly exhausted, and Lim's touch had become strangely addictive.

“Open up for Uncle,” Lim said, his voice now commanding.

Daryl parted his legs slightly. Lim’s throbbing dick catched the excessive amounts of oil on his asscheeks and easily slipped inside, warm and slick with residue. He started to thrust slowly, deliberately. Daryl closed his eyes, trying not to think too much about where he was, who this man was.

The movements became more vigorous, deeper, until Daryl was moaning softly into the floral sheets. Daryl was definitely straight but he wasn’t sure if this hurt or felt good; a strange mix of both. As if Lim read his mind, he suddenly declared "Feels good? It's all in the oil". Lim's weight was heavy on his hips, pressing him firmly into the table. Daryl lost himself in the rhythm, surrendering to the sensation.

Finally, with a final surge, Lim emptied into Daryl’s chiseled abs. He slumped back slightly, breathing heavily.

“Excellent,” he said, wiping his cock with the back of his hand. “Very good for your flexibility.”

Daryl lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He felt both drained and strangely invigorated. It was over. Just…over. He wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened.

“All done,” Lim said, handing him a towel. "Go shower in the back."

Daryl showered quickly, feeling violated but also oddly satisfied. He changed back into his school tee and white pants.

“See you next week?” Lim asked with a knowing smile. “We’ll work on those shoulders.”

"Right... my shoulders", Daryl thought, almost forgeting why he came here for in the first place, and still feeling the knots in his shoulders. He mumbled an agreement, eager to leave.

As he was leaving, he walked across the room he was in and noticed a small black box tucked on a shelf . It wasn't particularly noticeable – just a sleek little device with a tiny red light blinking steadily. Daryl didn’t think much of it; probably some kind of aroma diffuser. You can't really see the mist for those new oil based ones.

Stepping outside the shop, Daryl’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Coach Tan: Good session? Feel looser already?

Daryl replied with a simple Yeah, feels good

As he was reaching the train station, the lingering smell of the medicinal oil wore off and something clicked in his brain. He glanced back at his Coach's message again ...

"Wait..."

The promising school athlete was recommended by his coach to go for this sports massage

Daryl 02 - Toilet Encounter

Daryl finds an unexpected face in the toilet

Daryl hummed a low tune as he walked towards the school toilets. Waterpolo practice loomed, but first, a quick release. His girlfriend, Erica, had sent him a particularly cheeky clip of herself just now – touching herself in her dance outfit, giving him a slow wink. He found it hard to concentrate on anything since. But then again, he did also notice he was generally more horny since the unexpected encounter at the "sports massage" few weeks back. He tried hard not to think about that day, or about why he hadn’t resisted the masseur then, telling himself it was simply his hormones out of whack.

He slipped and locked himself in a cubicle, the scent of disinfectant and stale urine filling his nostrils. He pulled down his white school trousers, revealing his tight green swim trunks. He hadn’t bothered with underwear today, too hot already. It's nasty, but no one has to know, he thinks.

Closing his eyes, Daryl began to stroke himself, imagining Erica's smooth skin and playful grin while fingering herself. The rhythm built quickly in him as he got harder. "Fuck I need lube..." Daryl thought for a bit, and remember he had a small bottle of medicated oil that the coach gave him. "i can use this... it doesn't sting too badly". He started rubbing the oil all over his hard cock, and continued stroking forcefully.

He hadn’t noticed Coach Tan lingering by the entrance to the toilets, watching him disappear into the cubicles. Coach Tan was a solid, stocky man. He had a presence, an air of authority that commanded respect – and sometimes a little bit of fear. It was him who recommended Daryl to go for that "sports massage" and also passed him the "medicated oil", but Daryl always trusted his judgment. Without his deep experience Daryl and his team wouldn't be where they are now.

Coach Tan’s eyes tracked Daryl with a measured, calculated calm, something more than simply making sure his top player wasn’t late. He slipped into the toilet, entering the stall next to Daryl’s.

Through a small gap created by a missing nail between the dividers, Coach Tan watched hungrily as Daryl stroked himself, rubbing his own erection, growing harder by the second. When Daryl was completely absorbed in his own pleasure, Coach Tan pulled out a larger bottle of the same medicinal oil, uncapped it, and slid it across the floor beneath the stall.

Just as Daryl neared climax, the strong aroma from the bottle enveloped him in an intoxicating wave. His limbs felt unnaturally heavy, as if weighted down by lead. The scent that had haunted him before overwhelmed his senses once more, pushing aside even his lingering thoughts of Erica. "This...the same scent from that room..." Daryl mumbled to himself, trying to recall the source of this familiar odor. As he struggled to maintain his grip on reality, the edges of his surroundings began to blur and fade away.

Coach Tan then deftly used a coin to pop open the lock and slipped inside Daryl's stall.

When Daryl regained some consciousness, it wasn't with a clear head. He felt… pliable. Horny, but not necessarily for Erica anymore. The world seemed brighter, more vibrant, and Coach Tan’s face loomed above him, radiating a strange magnetism. His eyes, usually stern, held a glint of something predatory.

"Relax," Coach Tan murmured, his voice surprisingly smooth. "Just… relax."

Coach Tan resumed stroking Daryl's cock with he same rhythm he had started, but with a stronger, more purposeful hand. It felt good, unbelievably good. The oil had altered something inside him, making him incredibly receptive. He moaned softly as Coach Tan's fingers brushed over a sweet spot on the head of his dick, milking him until his legs trembled.

"You’re strong," Coach Tan rumbled, appreciating the firmness of Daryl's erection. "A real athlete."

Coach Tan kept going until Daryl was practically begging for release, then expertly drew it out, letting Daryl writhe on the toilet seat. Daryl only managed to leak slightly, his cock still throbbing hard.

"Good," Coach Tan said with satisfaction. He lowered Daryl’s white trousers further, further exposing his pair of green school swim trunks. "Interesting choice, no underwear today." He ran a hand over Daryl's damp trunks, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “I like it.” 20 years of coaching, he thought to himself, and the boys are still full of little surprises.

Coach Tan brought his nose against the smooth green fabric and inhaled sharply, savouring the scent of chlorine, youthful sweat and traces of cum clinging to the fabric. He found it oddly intoxicating.

He maneuvered Daryl so he was lying on the toilet bowl, then gently but firmly guided his hand to pull aside the trunks and open up his ass. In a single swift motion, Coach Tan's cock dipped down, catching the pooled cum on Daryl’s asshole with the tip before sliding inside Daryl.

Daryl felt a strange mix of pleasure and humiliation as Coach Tan pushed inside him. Coach Tan was bigger than he looked and his movements were powerful and deliberate.

"Fuck," Daryl groaned, eyes fluttering shut. He wasn't sure why he felt so willing, so eager for this to happen. The oil had definitely worked its magic.

"That's it," Coach Tan encouraged thickly between thrusts. "Take it all."

Daryl moaned and arched his back, his ass clenching around Coach Tan's impressive cock. Sweat dripped down both their brows as they rutted together, fucking in the bathroom stall like a pair of animals.

"Fuck yeah, you're tight," Coach Tan grunted. "So good." He reached between Daryl's thighs to stroke his own cock with one hand while using the other to squeeze and milk Daryl's ass cheeks.

Daryl was close, his balls drawing up tight against his body when Coach Tan leaned down and captured his mouth in a filthy kiss. Their tongues wrestled as they fucked each other's mouths almost as roughly as their cocks were being pounded into each other's bodies.

"Daryl, you little fucking slut," Coach Tan growled against his lips. "You're going to make me come so hard."

"Yes, Coach!" Daryl panted in a daze. "Please fuck me harder! I want your cum inside me!"

With a feral roar, Coach Tan slammed into him one last time, the sensation of his cock throbbing deep in Daryl's ass as he came hard. Daryl was right behind him with a scream, his own balls drawing up and shooting his load all over his stomach.

"Good boy," he praised thickly. "So fucking good."

Daryl looked up at his coach with something close to love in his eyes. He was thoroughly seduced by the medicated oil and eager to submit to whatever else Coach Tan had planned for him.

With a final, lingering kiss on the lips, Coach Tan pulled back and gave Daryl's ass a hard slap before pulling up his shorts.

"Stay here," he ordered in a low voice. "Don't move."

The Coach grabbed a black marker from his back pocket - always prepared – and with a flourish, wrote “Property of Coach” across Daryl’s smooth ass cheeks.

Daryl was almost too exhausted to feel the slight sting of the marker. His eyes fluttered closed having being edged, fucked, and cummed. He slipped into unconsciousness once more.

When Daryl finally came to, it felt like he had woken from a long, strange dream. He was standing in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping around his waist. Waterpolo practice was already underway, teammates shouting instructions at each other.

He blinked, trying to orient himself. Had he even finished jerking off? It felt like ages ago… or maybe just a fleeting moment. He couldn't quite remember what had happened after the initial climax. Did he even climax? He couldn't recall. Had it been that good that it wiped his memory clean?

"You alright, Daryl?" asked Felix, one of the defenders. "You looked spaced out for a minute there."

“Yeah, fine,” Daryl mumbled, trying to appear normal. He glanced down at his swim trunks. Something felt… damp. And sticky.

He subtly checked his backside when he turned away from his teammates during a drill. There it was – a faint, dark smear of cum leaking out from the seam of his trunks. Ugh, he thought, mortified. Must've really gone hard in the toilet.

Then he noticed something else, etched into his thighs near his ass: faint letters he could barely make out. “Property of ... Coach?” He could feel Felix staring at him now. A few of the other guys watching this discovery started snickering amongst themselves.

Daryl blushed, trying to play it cool. “Just slipped and fell,” he said with a forced smile. "I think... it's a bit of bird shit?"

"There must have been a lot of birds in the toilet just now then," one of his teammates sniggered.

Daryl stared into the pool, struggling to recall what exactly happened but couldn't shake the feeling that something more had touched, or even entered his ass just now. He glanced over at Coach Tan, who was watching him with a knowing glint in his eye.

"I don't know what's happening," Daryl murmured, his voice barely audible. "I feel like... I'm not in control anymore."

Coach Tan gave him a small nod.

Daryl stood at the edge of the pool, his feet feeling the the cool tiles beneath him. As captain, today's practice was super important for winning against their rival school in the division finals next week.

"Dude," Felix, his long time teammate and good friend, said as he came over, "you look tense. Breathe, man."

"Just trying not to mess up," Daryl replied, his muscles feeling tight all over.

Coach Tan called them over. "Alright boys, let's go! Remember, you're the stars of this team!"

Daryl stepped into the water. He swam to where Felix was waiting by the other end. "Alright man, let's warm up together," he said with a nervous laugh.

They started doing their drills, but something didn't feel right. The water seemed thick and made moving hard. Daryl stopped, treading water and gasping. "Felix, does it feel weird to you too? Like the water feels heavy?"

"Yeah, I noticed that," Felix said between breaths. "I think the pool was recently cleaned, so maybe it's the chemicals? Don't worry about it; just focus on your movements!"

Daryl nodded, diving back into the strange water to practice his strokes. He had a game to win and a team to lead and didn't want anything holding him back from that.

Unbeknownst to them, Coach Tan had already laced the entire pool with his special medicated oil before practice.

Daryl took off underwater, kicking and paddling. With each powerful stroke, a familiar tingling sensation started growing between his thighs.

He surfaced next to Felix again, his chest heaving fast from the sudden rush of blood. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes as he blinked up at Felix with wide eyes that seemed almost...dazed. "Hey man," Daryl gasped out between breaths, "I don't know what's happening, but I'm feeling really...something."

"What? Like, This is your lucky day?" Felix smirked and took off swimming again.

Daryl just shook his head as if trying to clear away the fog in it. He dove under once more and swam furiously now, the strange heat inside him only getting worse with every stroke. His movements became frenzied.

When he surfaced again, there was an unmistakable flush on his cheeks and a new intensity in his gaze—as if something deep within him had been stirred awake.

"Dude," Daryl panted out between ragged breaths, tugging on Felix's hand to get his attention, "I don't know what's happening, but I need... I need you right now."

Felix blinked up at him with wide eyes, looking confused. "Daryl, what do you mean—"

But Daryl didn't wait for an answer. He just pulled Felix close instead, hands roaming down to squeeze his soft cock his swim trunks. A whimper fell from Felix's lips.

"Shhh," he cooed softly against Felix's ear. "It'll be quick, I promise." And with that, Daryl captured Felix's mouth in a searing kiss.

Felix whimpered again but didn't resist as Daryl pinned him up against the wall in the shallow end of the pool, grinding their hips together in a way that made their cocks rub on together separated by the thin fabric of their Speedos.

"D-Daryl..." Felix mumbled against his lips, "What's happening..."

But Daryl didn't care about explanations or logic right then. All that mattered was getting closer to Felix. He wouldn't be satisfied until he'd claimed every inch of Felix and marked him as his own.

"Fuck... I need you so bad right now, Felix! Something is making me crazy for your cock," Daryl growled between sloppy kisses. He reached down to grope and stroke Felix's hardening dick through his trunks. "Help me out here. I'm losing control!"

Felix whimpered but made no move to stop him as Daryl dragged the front of his Speedo down, freeing his thick shaft, which sprang forth eagerly. The captain instantly dived underwater, wrapping his lips around Felix's cock and sucking hard, taking the entire length into his tight throat with ease.

The rest of the team were still intensely focused on their individual drills, not noticing Daryl and Felix getting it on in the corner of the pool. Coach Tan, however, was hungrily watching the two of them from the deck as he whipped out his phone to record the two of them.

"D-Daryl!" Felix moaned out, tangling his fingers in Daryl's wet hair as he felt his warm mouth engulfing him down to the root. Felix was bigger than most, but Daryl took him without any trouble at all.

"Uhh...yesss," Felix hissed through gritted teeth, thrusting into Daryl's skilled mouth hesitantly at first, then with more force. The suction was amazing, and sensation of Daryl's warm lips sliding into the cool pool water was driving him crazy. "Oh fuck...don't stop!"

But then Daryl suddenly pulled back with a pop and resurfaced, leaving Felix's cock slick with saliva but still rock hard. Felix stared at Daryl with a glazed look, "I can't think straight either... I shouldn't be doing this, but you feel so good..."

Without a word, Daryl dived back into the water again and plunged Felix's cock into his mouth. He played around with Felix's throbbing cock with his tongue, sending vibrations across Felix's body. He bobbed up and down faster, tongue swirling around the swollen head as he savoured Felix's musky taste. This went on for a good minute or so; spots danced before his vision from lack of oxygen, but he didn't care—Daryl wanted to milk Felix's creamy load.

"Oh shit yes! That feels so fucking good, Daryl..." Felix panted. "I think I'm going to cum soon."

Daryl continued feverishly blowing Felix until, with a final suck, Felix tensed up and erupted with a shout. "FUCK!"

Felix let out a guttural cry as his cock spurted jets of white seed into the water around them. It arced out in thick ropes that floated there like strands of silk in the pool. Daryl couldn't resist wrapping his lips around Felix's sensitive head, sucking him further until Felix had to pull Daryl up, his hair and face laced with strings of Felix's cum.

"What the hell is going on here?" Coach Tan barked sternly as he walked over from the deck, still holding his phone in his hand aimed at the two. "I leave you boys alone for 5 minutes and this happens?! Daryl, why the hell are you covered in cum? And Felix, why are you naked in the pool?"

"Sir, it wasn't my fault! Daryl attacked me—something suddenly made him go crazy!" Felix wailed as he tried to cover his still hard cock, still intensely throbbing from Daryl's work. "He started making out with me and then sucked me off! It wasn't my idea, Coach—I swear!"

Tan narrowed his eyes at Daryl, who looked just as shocked by what had happened to him. The captain of the team, a straight-A student and seemingly all-around golden boy, getting caught in the act of giving his friend oral sex?

"Well, well, well, looks like you have quite the reputation for being an insatiable cock-hungry slut, Captain Daryl!" Coach sneered. He put a hand on Daryl's shoulder, gripping it tight. "I could punish you for this. But maybe we can come to an understanding."

Daryl whimpered as Coach Tan continued to aim his phone at him, with his cum-covered hair.

"If you want this video kept out of the hands of your parents and classmates, then you're going to have to do something for me first, yeah?"

He rubbed his own growing bulge through his shorts as he continued to smirk down at Daryl. "So if you want this whole thing to go away...then I say it's only fair that all your teammates get a taste of cock too. After all—it looks like you're insatiable and desperate for dick nowadays anyway, no? What do you say, captain?"

Daryl swallowed hard as he realised his own fate was in the hands of this sadistic coach who obviously enjoyed watching him squirm. He knew if he didn't cooperate, there would be hell to pay...

"Yes, sir, I'll do it. Do whatever you want with me," Daryl choked out in shame. He looked over at Felix, who still stood there slack-jawed and speechless in the aftermath of his debacle. "Sorry, Felix. It won't happen again—I swear. Just don't say anything to tell Erica about this, okay?"

Coach Tan looked down at Daryl with a sinister grin as he jumped into the pool. Grabbing him by the back of his head, Tan forced his captain face first into the water. He held him there underwater while Daryl struggled futilely against the iron grip.

Bubbles escaped from Daryl's parted lips as his head submerged—eyes wide with panic and humiliation. But Coach didn't let up yet...instead he squeezed one firm cheek of Daryl's ass hard enough to make him yelp, almost losing his breath. Tan's other hand pressed Daryl's head against his crotch, rubbing his handsome face against his erection through his shorts.

"Behave!" Tan snapped before pulling Daryl above water. He gasped and coughed.

The coach just smirked cruelly. "For your training today, you're going to take all your teammates inside those two holes of yours in this pool. And you'll prove what a filthy cockslut you are. If you do good...maybe I won't post this video of you sucking Felix off."

Daryl trembled, whimpering and fidgeting under Tan's intense gaze as the coach continued to fondle his cock and asscheeks through his tight green Speedos. The effects of the medicated oil made everything feel even more arousing than it should have been. There's no escaping this humiliating 'training' session with Coach Tan now.

Coach Tan smirked cruelly as he watched his captain willingly go down kneel down onto the pool floor. Daryl opened his mouth when Tan guided him closer, taking his thick, throbbing cock all the way into the back of his throat. He gagged slightly at first but quickly found himself holding his breath and getting into a rhythm, eager to please his coach, who now had complete control over him, both through the potent medication and blackmail for the video of him blowing Felix.

Tan's strong hands gripped Daryl's hair tightly as he began to fuck his face with brutal force—groans of pleasure and filthy encouragement escaping his lips in between deep grunts. "Suck it, boy...yeah, just like that! Swallow all my cum!", intermittently dragging Daryl's head out for a breath after almost passing out.

Daryl felt a sense of sick satisfaction at pleasing his Coach this way. In the haze of sucking off his coach and almost fainting from a lack of air, Daryl started to think—his Coach was right—he WAS a submissive bitch in heat, ready and willing to service everyone.

The coach's cock swelled and throbbed on Daryl's tongue as he neared his release. With a final low groan, Coach Tan came with a burst of thick, salty cum that he shot deep into the captain's throat. Daryl swallowed reflexively, then surfaced and looked up at Tan with submissive eyes full of shame.

Tan smirked at him, stroking his wet hair back. "Good boy... isn't that nice? Maybe you'll do well enough practicing with your teammates too. Now open your mouth wide."

Coach Tan whipped out his small bottle of medicated oil from his back pocket and poured it into Daryl's mouth. Daryl trembled as he felt the potent concoction slide down his throat at Coach Tan's command, already feeling a telltale heat spreading through his body from just that small amount.

"Now you are ready. Go suck off your teammates."

He knew what he had to do now—go out and service each of his teammates orally like the cock-starved slut he was, whether he wanted it or not.

Daryl pulled up his Speedo shorts—which were thoroughly stained with his own pre-cum—before sauntering over to the first available player still lounging by the poolside. "Hey Alex, got a minute?" Daryl called out with an awkward grin.

The lanky swimmer looked up in surprise from his phone screen. "Uh, hey Daryl, what's up? We about ready to wrap this practice or what?"

Before Alex could finish his question, Daryl had already dropped to his knees and yanked down the other boy's green trunks to reveal a semi-erect but impressively long cock. "I just need to get you nice and hard again for our next drills; the coach says it will help loosen up your muscles"

The captain didn't give him any time to protest as he immediately sealed his lips around Alex's shaft in a sloppy suck, the oil on Daryl's lips coming into contact with his cock. Alex gasped and sputtered in shock for a moment; the oil took over his instincts—"Fuck... Daryl, your mouth feels amazing! Shit,"

Daryl obediently licked and slurped up every inch of Alex's cock hungrily. The potency of the oil was kicking in now and making the both of them dizzy with lust. Daryl picked up the pace, bobbing feverishly as drool splattered everywhere until finally Alex stiffened and erupted down Daryl's throat.

"Oh fuck yes! Take my load, Daryl, drink it all! Ungghh, I'm cumming so hard!"

The captain gulped greedily at the rush of salty cum flooding into him before pulling back slightly to savour the way Alex twitched and shuddered above him in bliss. After a moment spent catching his breath, Daryl wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to his next teammate—Marcus, who had been watching the whole thing intently from further down the deck.

"Marcus, your turn. I need your fat dick in my throat!"

Daryl didn't wait for a response before diving forward to tackle Marcus into the water. The captain could barely think straight now, reduced to nothing more than a horny, cock-drunk mess. All he knew was that he needed more dick in him right now.

Marcus sputtered and laughed at first before quickly tensing up when Daryl's mouth found his hardening cock—"Hey "man, what are you doing? Daryl, I swear if you don't stop this shit—"

But those words died as Daryl sealed his lips around Marcus and began to suck his cock with single-minded intensity. The oil seemed to have a magical effect—once it touched their cocks, both Marcus and Alex found themselves getting lost in an all-consuming haze of arousal that overrode any sense of willpower or hesitation.

"Ohhhh fuck, Daryl! Your mouth is so warm and tight around me; shit, you are gonna make me cum!" Marcus panted as Alex watched with rapt attention from the edge of the pool, still stroking himself through his trunks even though he just came.

As Daryl continued to blow Marcus underwater, they could hear splashes in the distance. Their teammates were swimming over, curious about all the commotion. "Hey!" one called out. "Are you two okay? We heard some loud moaning!"

As the rest of the team swam closer and began to circle them inquisitively, Daryl felt a sudden surge of primal lust unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The sight of his teammates' slick shirtless bodies glistening invitingly under the hot sun was more than enough to push him over the edge into complete abandon.

Daryl frantically began sloppily kissing the nearest face he could see, stroking the nearest cock he his hands could find. Before long Daryl had worked his entire team into a frenzy by simply going around giving sloppy, desperate blowjobs to whoever he could reach. Daryl repeatedly surfaced after serving a few throbbing dicks underwater, only to submerge again after making out with another. He wasn't stopping until they each pumped their loads down his eager throat one after another like some sort of perverse cock-crazy machine determined to make him swallow every drop.

Daryl's lungs were burning from inhaling pool water here and there while eagerly sucking dick, but still he persisted, knowing deep down he needed to do this...taking his entire team's cum inside him. It seemed the more cum he took into his body, the more he craved it, like an addict desperate for another hit.

So without even thinking about it anymore, Daryl got out of the pool, got on all fours, and turned to present his bare ass to his team, shimmying his Speedos down just enough to expose his twitching pink asshole as it winked invitingly between round cheeks.

"Come on, friends, I'm fucking desperate! Someone please fuck me in the ass!"

His teammates exchanged glances before their eyes went wide and they surged forward as one to pounce upon Daryl's form without hesitation. In seconds the captain was surrounded by a writhing tangle of limbs as every available hole was ruthlessly filled at once—dicks ploughing in and out of his mouth and ass.

Daryl shrieked incoherently from the overwhelming pleasure as he felt himself getting split open on every side by a barrage of his team's hard throbbing meat plunging into his throat and ass over and over again relentlessly. Two cheeky team mates even tried to fuck his hole at the same time! When Daryl could no longer take the insane pleasure, Daryl came all over himself and onto the ground like some sort of depraved animal. His teammates took turns unleashing hot spurts all around him, the jets of cum spraying everywhere—landing on his face, dribbling down into his open mouth, and shooting deep into his gaping ass, which got pumped full of copious amounts of cum. Each teammate had taken turns breeding Daryl raw, filling him up to the brim until he overflowed with their seed.

For the next hour, his team took turns fucking him hard until they all exploded inside him. They lined up one after another, pushing and shoving to be take their turn to breed Daryl raw. Throughout it all, Coach Tan's medicated oil continued working its magic, making sure that the whole team stayed hungry for Daryl's gaping holes. The coach stood off to the side, filming every depraved moment of the gangbang with a satisfied grin on his face.

By the time the final player had pumped Daryl full of cum in his ass, Tan had amassed enough damning footage to hold over his head indefinitely should Daryl ever consider not being obedient fucktoys for him and the rest of the team.

Daryl lay there panting on the pool deck in a daze after his teammates left to shower and change into dry clothes, leaving him alone with Coach Tan's mocking laughter echoing in his ears along with the weight of cum in his belly and leaking out of his used hole...

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Daryl tossed and turned in bed, not having slept particularly well the past few weeks. His phone suddenly vibrated loudly beside him, jolting him awake. Blearily he grabbed it to see Erica's name flashing on the screen at 3am sharp. What could she possibly need right now?

"Hello? Is everything okay dear?" He answered groggily.

There was only silence before her horrified voice cracked through the line, "Daryl...oh my god, Daryl, I'm going to lose it!"

Alarmed, Daryl sat bolt upright as dread flooded his veins. "Erica? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

A strangled sob, then hysteria—"I "SAW IT! That video of you online getting fucked like an animal! What the fuck is going on with you, Daryl?!" Erica proceeded to send him a link to a suspicious website containing a video.

Daryl felt his heart stop. She had seen the footage from that day. It was a strange day a few weeks back; it was a day where he could only remember being extraordinarily tired and sore after water polo practice, but strangely he couldn't recall what exactly he did. But after clicking on the link and watching a few seconds of the clip, suddenly it all came back to him, and he recalled it all in vivid detail. A sickening feeling twisted his gut—every depraved moment played back inside his head.

"Shit, Erica, please believe me—" Her agitation cut Daryl off. "Don't deny it! We both know what happened. You were BEGGING them to fuck you!"

Daryl whimpered at the accusation, hot humiliation burning away as she kept going—"How could you go behind my back and be some other guy's fucktoy?! And not just one guy, THE ENTIRE FUCKING WATER POLO TEAM?!"

A tear rolled down Daryl's cheek before the call ended abruptly. Curled up alone under the covers, his heart pounded with fear, unsure of what will happen now that the whole school has probably seen the video, or what other uncontrollable things he might do...

Daryl 03 - Teamwork

The team captain suddenly became aroused midway through practice and got his entire team to fuck him

Daryl 04 - Changing Room

His coach arranged for a few of his friends to visit Daryl after his practice.

The swimming pool emptied long after the daylight had slipped away, leaving only Daryl and Coach Tan in a session of "extra practice" arranged for Daryl.

Daryl sat slumped on the concrete bench, his speedos still damp against his skin, the memory of weeks ago fresh in his mind despite his attempts to bury it. Coach Tan approached slowly, a look of what Daryl had once mistaken for fatherly concern etched on his face.

"Still cooling down?" Coach Tan asked, his voice soft. "Everyone has left."

Daryl looked up, his eyes wide. "I was just..." He trailed off, unsure what to say.

"Still thinking about what happened a few weeks back, aren't you?" Coach Tan sat beside him. "I know it's been weighing on you."

Daryl nodded, his jaw clenched. "It's just... I don't understand how it happened."

Coach Tan placed a heavy hand on Daryl's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I knew you'd be struggling with this. Listen, what happened is... normal. Guys your age, high-testosterone, in a competitive environment... things can get out of hand."

Daryl looked at him, scepticism written across his face. "But it wasn't just that. It's not even the first time, and I'm not sure why you didn't stop me. Or why I couldn't stop myself."

Coach Tan sighed, a long-suffering sound. "Look, I had to prepare you for what comes in this world. You are not going to go far if you don't loosen up a bit. You know your seniors went through this too. It's almost like... a special tradition; you can ask Julian about it."

"Really? Even he also...?" Daryl muttered.

"Everything we do here has a purpose," Coach Tan said, his hand sliding slowly from Daryl's shoulder to rest on his thigh. "Initiation, mentorship... it strengthens the team bond." His thumb began to trace slow circles on Daryl's thigh, inching closer to his crotch.

Daryl stiffened, his body tensing at the familiar touch. "Coach, I don't think..." he started, but his voice lacked conviction.

"What do you think, Daryl?" Coach Tan interrupted, his thumb now brushing against the fabric of Daryl's speedos, feeling the growing hardness beneath. "Think about how good it felt when they touched you. Remember that?"

Daryl closed his eyes, shame washing over him as he remembered the sensation, his traitorous body responding like clockwork again. His cock straining, pressing against the material.

"That's it," Coach Tan murmured, his fingers now tracing the outline of Daryl's erection through his swimsuit. "Just let go of those inhibitions. Let me take care of you like I always have."

Daryl's breathing became shallow, his hips twitching as Coach Tan's skilled fingers worked through the wet fabric. "Please, not outside," he whispered weakly.

"No one's here but us," Coach Tan reassured him, his other hand now on Daryl's chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "It's just us."

Coach Tan's movements became more deliberate, his fingers applying just the right pressure, twisting at the head across the thin fabric of his speedos, drawing moans from Daryl's lips. Daryl's hands shook at his sides before finally finding grip on his thighs, nails digging into his own flesh as he struggled with the conflicting feelings of shame and pleasure.

"It's normal to feel confused," Coach Tan panted, his breathing growing heavier as he watched Daryl's reactions. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up."

Daryl's head rolled back, eyes closed as he surrendered to the sensation. His hips began to thrust into Coach Tan's hand, seeking more contact, desperate for the release that built like a wave within him.

"That's right," Coach Tan whispered, his free hand now cupping Daryl's balls through the fabric. "Give in to it. Show me how much you need this."

Jolts of electricity shot through Daryl's body with each expert stroke. He was so close, so incredibly close to the edge, his balls tightening, his entire body coiled like a spring, ready to uncoil into oblivion.

"Almost there, aren't you?" Coach Tan observed, watching Daryl's face with a hunger that matched his own. "Ready to come?"

Daryl could only nod, his mouth open, a strangled sound escaping.

Coach Tan's movements became faster and more intense, his thumb pressing firmly against the tip, right where it was most sensitive.

"Tell me you want it," Coach Tan commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you want me to make you come."

Daryl's eyes flew open, meeting his coach's gaze. He saw the same desire reflected back at him, the same hunger that had driven him to this moment. "I... I want it," he admitted, the words tasting strangely sweet on his lips. "Please, Coach. Please make me come."

Coach Tan's hand moved with expert precision, pushing Daryl higher, closer, right to the brink of his orgasm.

"Soon," Coach Tan promised, his lips curved into a knowing smile. "But not yet."

Before Daryl could process the words, Coach Tan pulled his hand away completely, leaving Daryl panting and throbbing on the knife's edge of ecstasy.

"Ugh..." Daryl groaned, his hips shaking with frustration.

"Patience," Coach Tan said, standing up and adjusting his own obvious erection through his shorts. "Go to the changing room."

"But... I was..." Daryl trailed off, his mind clouded with lust and denied release.

"The team expects you to be focused tomorrow," Coach Tan continued, standing up. "Go shower and get changed. You need to rest properly. And don't think about jerking off."

Daryl watched, stupefied, as his coach walked off, leaving him alone in the humid silence, his cock still painfully hard, throbbing with need against his damp speedos, now with a stickiness from the precum leaking through that wasn't there before. His hand trembled as he reached down, brushing himself through the material, but stopped short as Coach Tan's words echoed in his mind.

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Daryl tied his towel around his waist, his cock still painfully hard. The water from his shower had helped cool him down, but the memory of his coach's fingers teasing his tip had only intensified his need. He exited the shower stall, intending to dress quickly and leave before anyone else came by.

That's when the lights in the changing room suddenly went out.

Darkness enveloped the changing room. For a moment, Daryl stood frozen. He heard the distinct sound of the breaker switch being thrown, but he was alone, and Coach Tan just left a while ago. Could it be the janitor or the guard shutting down the place? "Hello, I'm still in here!" Daryl shouted into the darkness.

"Stay calm, Daryl," Coach Tan's familiar voice emerged from the shadows. "Let it happen."

Before Daryl could process the coach's words, pairs of hands suddenly materialised from the darkness, grabbing his arms and shoulders. He was pushed backward, his legs collapsing under the force until he was kneeling on the slippery wet tiles. His towel fell away, letting his still throbbing cock come through.

"What the—" he began, but his words were cut off as more hands began exploring his skin. Fingers traced his pecs, his abs, and his thighs, sending shivers through him despite his initial fear. Then, a rough hand wrapped around his hard cock, pulling slowly. Daryl bit his lip, unable to suppress the groan that escaped. His body betrayed him, responding despite the confusion clouding his mind.

"Easy, captain," a new voice whispered from the left. "You don't have to worry about anything tonight."

More people converged on him. Daryl felt warm breath on his left nipple before a wet tongue began to circle it. Someone else did the same to his right. He writhed against the dual sensations, his cock now throbbing in the stranger's grip. A third person moved between his legs, taking over the stroking motion while the others focused on his torso.

"You're beautiful, Daryl," another unfamiliar voice came from directly in front of him. "Always have been. Now let us worship you."

The grip on his cock tightened, the movements becoming more deliberate. Daryl's breathing grew ragged as the pleasure began to override his panic. His eyes remained wide open, trying to detect shapes in the absolute darkness, but he could see nothing but inky blackness.

Someone's hand cupped his face, turning his head. Daryl felt a cock press against his lips. Without conscious thought, he parted them slightly, and the thick cock slipped inside his mouth. He started to suck, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as the person's pleased groans spurred him on. He could taste the salty precum on his tongue and could feel the instinctual urge to please this unknown person just as Coach had always trained him to please.

"Good, good," Coach Tan's voice floated from somewhere in the darkness. "Take it all."

Daryl relaxed his throat, taking the cock deeper until it touched the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction as he bobbed his head up and down. The rhythm of the others' hands on his body matched his movements, creating a symphony of pleasure in the dark changing room.

A new person moved behind him, kneeling down. Cool breath on his ass made him jump, but the continuing cock in his mouth and hand on his cock kept him grounded. Then he felt the first tentative lick of a tongue against his asshole.

"Oh damn," he mumbled around the cock in his mouth, the vibration causing the guy in his mouth to grunt appreciatively.

Two fingers began massaging the base of Daryl's cock while the tongue worked expertly at his tight hole. Daryl's hips started bucking, pushing back against the tongue while thrusting forward into the cock being sucked. The dual sensations of pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Holy shit," Daryl moaned, earning a sharp slap on his ass that stung pleasantly.

He was completely surrendered now, a willing participant in whatever was happening in the darkness. The hands, the tongues, the cocks in his mouth—he wanted it all. His orgasm began to build with frightening speed, the coil of pleasure in his stomach tightening with each passing second.

"Don't you cum yet; onto the main event first," Coach Tan's voice returned, more commanding now.

A palm rubbed his ass cheek, then the fingers that had been rimming him returned, pressing against his loosened hole. He groaned as they slipped inside, scissoring to prepare him.

"Gonna make you a real team player, captain," another unfamiliar voice echoed.

The fingers withdrew, replaced immediately by a cock pushing against his entrance. Daryl braced himself as he was filled slowly, stretching to accommodate the girth. He tensed briefly, then relaxed as he remembered the pleasure from earlier. Someone gripped his hips, beginning a steady thrusting motion that soon had him moaning with each push.

From the corner of his vision, he could see faint movement but still couldn't make out faces. It didn't matter. The identity didn't matter. He was just part of this dark, anonymous pleasure now.

"Take it all," Coach Tan instructed, his voice thick with desire. "Take everything we give you."

As if on cue, Daryl felt the distinct hardness of another erection press against his lips, this one distinctly thicker and longer than the ones before. Without a moment's hesitation, as if this was now expected of him, he parted his lips and eagerly took it into his mouth. The cock slid past his teeth, hitting the back of his throat as he automatically began to suck, his tongue working the underside as the man above him groaned in approval.

From behind, Coach Tan's hands kept Daryl steady. "That's right," he heard Coach say. "Just relax and take it in both holes. Be our good little captain."

The idea of being a "good little captain" sent a renewed wave of humiliated arousal through him. The cock in his mouth fucked his face in shallow, punishing strokes. With every push and pull, Daryl was pushed further into submission. Saliva dripped down his chin and onto his chest as the man above him gripped his hair, using his mouth with increasing urgency.

He was full. He was being used. He was being good.

"And that's when you know I've broken him," Coach Tan said to someone else in the room. "He just takes it all now. No questions, no hesitation. Just our willing little toy. Someone put the blindfold on him."

Daryl moaned around the cock in his mouth. "Blindfold?" he heard but couldn't process. The pleasure was too overwhelming, confusing but undeniable. Suddenly a blindfold came onto him. His vision remained obscured just before the fluorescent lights flickered back on.

He heard a few camera clicks just as the pressure continued building up in his balls with the two people fucking him from both ends. Daryl was ready to explode, and someone's hand suddenly appeared to wrap around his cock firmly, stroking him in long, deliberate motions.

"No no, I'm going to cum, I'm gonna—"

The violent orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly. He lost control, his body convulsing as ropes of cum spilt from his tip. The two men let Daryl go, and he collapsed onto the ground, splayed open.

Out of nowhere, Daryl's softening dick was suddenly encased in something hard and confining. "A cock cage?" he managed to gasp, reaching down gingerly with his right hand, tracing the hard metal that covered his limp dick.

Coach Tan chuckled. "No more cumming again until I say so, water polo captain. And that's not all."

Then Daryl's world shifted again. Another pair of hands forcefully pushed up his legs, revealing his throbbing hole. Then, Daryl felt something hard and invasive press against his ass. Before he could protest, it sank into him in one smooth motion. The vibrations started immediately—relentless, intense humming that tickled pleasure receptors deep inside his prostate.

"No, wait, I can't, not after—" he tried to say, but his words dissolved into a moan.

Everything was too much—the remnants of his orgasm still tingling through his trapped dick, the powerful vibrations in his ass. More camera clicks came through as Daryl writhed in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Another orgasm tore through him unexpectedly, his cock cage providing no barrier to the brewing pleasure. His trapped dick pulsed and throbbed, still locked, as more thick rope of white cum shot through the cage onto his abs.

"Fuck, that's hot," one of the spectators remarked.

Still blindfolded, Daryl could hear the groans and wet sounds of bodies jerking off around him. He felt something warm and sticky land on his face. Coach Tan and the others were jacking off onto him, marking him as their territory, their plaything. Another hot load landed across his belly and then down his pecs. Then Daryl felt bodies descending on him—someone's warm tongue lapping the cum from his chin, another cleaning his chest with quick flicks.

Daryl's mind was adrift, his body still reacting to the relentless vibrations in his ass and now licking off his body. He tried to process what was happening, but all he could do was feel.

"Remember," Coach Tan's hot breath was in his ear, "you keep that vibrator and that cage on. Don't shower. Don't touch it until I tell you."

Daryl nodded numbly, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Good captain."

After that, the hands and bodies retreated. He heard clothing rustle and the door click open and closed multiple times. He was left alone in the suddenly silent changing room.

Daryl sat on the ground for what felt like hours, with his blindfold on, the vibrator still sat in his ass, and his dick was still helplessly trapped and semi-hard in the cock cage he now wore. Cum had dried on his stomach and chest.

He finally removed the blindfold, took a breath, and looked at himself in his blindfolded state. His body was streaked with drying cum, and he could see his own erection deflated behind the metal cage. His mind was still catching up to the fact that Coach Tan and others had used him like this. Why had he let it happen again? Why had it felt so good, even as it was humiliating?

He dressed up, picked up his bag and left for home; the strong scent of cum and sex lingered on his body. He could only hope the people on the train wouldn't notice.