Imagine being the only bottom in this room full of hung Persians… They look like they would egg each other on while taking turns pounding your ass hard.
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Tim walked into the locker room unaware of what was waiting for him. Just as he was totally clueless that the two-week summer wrestling camp he’d been to was the Slutmaker’s training facility. As Tim turned the corner he saw the Four Musketeers standing outside the shower room. Rahim, Navid, Darien, and Cyrus, all juniors and all menbers of the wrestling team, were practically inseperable, which is why they were referred to as the Four Musketeers by practically everyone at the university. Darien smiled when he saw Tim and greeted the freshman wrestler, “You must be the slut Coach promised us.”
Tim protested, but Rahim said, “Sure you are. You’re our Timslut.” As soon as Tin heard the trigger he started getting horny. His clothes suddenky felt too tight. He licked his lips as saliva started to fill his mouth.
Cyrus groped his stiffening cock beneath his towel. “Come here, Timslut. Make us feel good.”
As the four older wrestlers surrounded him, Timslut sank to his knees eager to service his new gods.
Coach Mitchell turned from his hiding place, smiling as he walked back to his office. The freshman wasn’t a good wrestler, but after two weeks with the Slutmaker, he was a great slut eager to keep the Four Musketeers happy. Coach looked at his roster to decide who was next on the list for a retention incentive and who might be a good slut.
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