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The first day on the job, their new towel boi had arrived with lipstick on his cheek. He bragged about how often he laid his girlfriend, and how turned on she was by his hairy legs and treasure trail.
That would never do.
By the end of the first day, he'd been held down, then shaved and depilated. It took six of them to hold back his struggles, and a dirty jock in his mouth to stifle his loud complaints. It was only natural they locked his cock up, too. The lettering on it visibly announced the locked cock was "'Property of Men's Hockey Team."
He no longer brags.
Nor did he ever arrive again with lipstick on his cheek.
He was required to wear his special towel boi uniform 24/7. The complete uniform consisted of wearing a jock. It was an "enhancing" swimmer's jock, the pouch having an elastic ring that forced his locked junk to protrude out in front. This also pulled down the waistband to the root of his cock, exposing his hairless pubes. It had a reinforced slit in front for the padlock to slip through. He was only allowed other clothing if he left the locker room.
It wasn't smooth sailing at first, but as his balls filled up, making his jock wet with precum, he soon realized his only possible relief was a vicarious one. One day, he just stopped balking at sucking the team's cocks. They no longer had to make him do his job.
What's more, his technique improved. His need to cum had incentivized him to try his best to make the cock he was sucking spurt its precious spermy goodness down his throat.
While it is hard to see in the still photo, he is sucking down every drop of cum from this player's full pulsing balls. He succeeded in deepthroating a cock today, too, getting his nose deep into the small curlies he himself can only pine for.
Coach granted him an additional piece of uniform to always wear: kneepads.
His thighs have become stronger from constant use, as he sits reverse cowboy style, riding the hard dick until it spurts, and then moving to the next player's throbbing cock.
Most of the team dumped their girlfriends, as they could now use the towel boi to cum as often as they wanted without having to buy a lobster dinner first or spend five hours begging.
Their towel boi no longer let a drop of cum spill, and never refused to take a player's cock up the bum. The team was a bit disappointed that they didn't get to motivate him anymore by conducting public paddling sessions on him.
Trying to further motivate his team, Coach initiated a "Motivation Protocol." It only went into effect for 24 hours after they won a game. Once back in the lockerroom, the towel boi was tied face up on a bench, legs up and wide. The team could use Coach's paddle on the towel boi's butt for as long as it took for the towel boi to clean each winning player's ass crack with his tongue.
Then the towel boi would be flipped over.
The celebratory ass fucking afterwards was only enhanced by the increased tightness created when the sensitivity of the towel boi's now red hot, tender butt cheeks made him involuntarily clench tight around the invading train of cocks. The towel boi's shouts were muffled by the expedient of having another sweaty player sit in front of the towel boi skullfuck the towel boi's mouth at the same time.
As a side benefit, the towel boi's muffled shouts got him to open wider and deepthroat more and more players' cocks as the season went on.
Thanks to Coach's motivational techniques, this proved to be their best season, ever, for which Coach got a substantial raise.
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The first day on the job, their new towel boi had arrived with lipstick on his cheek. He bragged about how often he laid his girlfriend, and how turned on she was by his hairy legs and treasure trail.
That would never do.
By the end of the first day, he'd been held down, then shaved and depilated. It took six of them to hold back his struggles, and a dirty jock in his mouth to stifle his loud complaints. It was only natural they locked his cock up, too. The lettering on it visibly announced the locked cock was "'Property of Men's Hockey Team."
He no longer brags.
Nor did he ever arrive again with lipstick on his cheek.
He was required to wear his special towel boi uniform 24/7. The complete uniform consisted of wearing a jock. It was an "enhancing" swimmer's jock, the pouch having an elastic ring that forced his locked junk to protrude out in front. This also pulled down the waistband to the root of his cock, exposing his hairless pubes. It had a reinforced slit in front for the padlock to slip through. He was only allowed other clothing if he left the locker room.
It wasn't smooth sailing at first, but as his balls filled up, making his jock wet with precum, he soon realized his only possible relief was a vicarious one. One day, he just stopped balking at sucking the team's cocks. They no longer had to make him do his job.
What's more, his technique improved. His need to cum had incentivized him to try his best to make the cock he was sucking spurt its precious spermy goodness down his throat.
While it is hard to see in the still photo, he is sucking down every drop of cum from this player's full pulsing balls. He succeeded in deepthroating a cock today, too, getting his nose deep into the small curlies he himself can only pine for.
Coach granted him an additional piece of uniform to always wear: kneepads.
His thighs have become stronger from constant use, as he sits reverse cowboy style, riding the hard dick until it spurts, and then moving to the next player's throbbing cock.
Most of the team dumped their girlfriends, as they could now use the towel boi to cum as often as they wanted without having to buy a lobster dinner first or spend five hours begging.
Their towel boi no longer let a drop of cum spill, and never refused to take a player's cock up the bum. The team was a bit disappointed that they didn't get to motivate him anymore by conducting public paddling sessions on him.
Trying to further motivate his team, Coach initiated a "Motivation Protocol." It only went into effect for 24 hours after they won a game. Once back in the lockerroom, the towel boi was tied face up on a bench, legs up and wide. The team could use Coach's paddle on the towel boi's butt for as long as it took for the towel boi to clean each winning player's ass crack with his tongue.
Then the towel boi would be flipped over.
The celebratory ass fucking afterwards was only enhanced by the increased tightness created when the sensitivity of the towel boi's now red hot, tender butt cheeks made him involuntarily clench tight around the invading train of cocks. The towel boi's shouts were muffled by the expedient of having another sweaty player sit in front of the towel boi skullfuck the towel boi's mouth at the same time.
As a side benefit, the towel boi's muffled shouts got him to open wider and deepthroat more and more players' cocks as the season went on.
Thanks to Coach's motivational techniques, this proved to be their best season, ever, for which Coach got a substantial raise.