New Boys on the Team Ch. 07

The league winning football team that best friends Josh and Johnny had joined two weeks earlier had taught their six new recruits their first two performance enhancing techniques: team closeness and bonding, and the sexual pleasure awaiting the best performing player in each match. Tonight, they will be shown the last technique - the consequences of being rated worst performer in a match.

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As usual, Josh was awake first and already in the kitchen making toast when Johnny walked in the kitchen, preceded by his erect cock. "Usual problem persists," grumbled Johnny pointing to his very erect member. Josh nodded to his own hard-on.

"Toast's almost ready - same plan as yesterday?" asked Josh. Johnny smiled and nodded - yesterday morning they had found that a morning wank got them through the day without as much concern for inconveniently tented shorts and their thoughts constantly drifting to sex.

Josh then looked to the sitting room as the toast popped. "I see Ian is still asleep, and his morning wood is impressive after last night. Should we include him, or let him struggle through the day because he overslept?" Ian, one of their fellow new recruits, had slept naked on their couch after the three of them plus the pizza delivery guy had enjoyed a mini-orgy the night before,

"Shame, no, I'll go get him. In any case, I love the sight of flying cum, so one more cock erupting it is always good," smiled Johnny.

Johnny walked up to Ian, grabbed his hard morning wood and stroked it a couple of times. A smile grew across Ian's face and he purred. "Time to get up and join the morning wank session," whispered Johnny in Ian's ear. Johnny then realised Ian wasn't fully asleep any more - he jumped from the couch without any further encouragement, not wanting to miss an opportunity to watch his fit friends wanking.

Johnny and Ian raced back into the kitchen just as Josh was putting the toast onto a plate. "So how does this work?" asked Ian, looking at the three slices of toast and the other two hard cocks standing next to the table.

"It's like soggy biscuit but with toast. There's no prize for cumming first or last though, once we are all done, we just share the toast for breakfast. Found it really helps with concentration for the rest of the day," explained Johnny, who was starting to leisurely run his hand along his boner.

"Not sure about helping with concentration," said Ian. "All I'll be thinking about for the rest of the day will be the sight of your hot bodies and the cum erupting from your cocks! What a way to start the day!" Ian's right hand had also now wrapped itself around his dick and was stroking slowly.

"What are you'll waiting for? Get to it!" instructed Johnny.

Not wasting any more time, all three gripped their waiting cocks firmly and started beating their meat, with their other hand caressing their own balls. Each emitted an occasional moan as they enjoyed the pleasure they were giving themselves. Although Josh had his eyes closed and his face raised to the ceiling, clearly deep in fantasy land, the other two's eyes were darting between the cocks being worked around the table.

Given all three were only eighteen, horny, hadn't had release in eight hours, and were stimulated by the sights and sounds around them, it didn't take more than a few minutes for them to reach the point of no return. "I'm CUMMING!" shouted Ian first.

"Make sure you get your aim right and hit the toast," Josh reminded him as Ian erupted. He had been practicing this game for the last two weeks, with the team and on his own, and was getting quite good. He hit a slice of toast head on - this first five ropes of cum coloured it white and soaked it, before he dribbled more cum around the edges and then used the toast to wipe the last drops of cum from his cock.

Josh and Johnny followed almost immediately, each dropping a good sized load onto the respective slices closest to them. Johnny had a little more to give and dribbled a little longer. But all were pretty satisfied with their contributions.

Josh got a knife and cut each slice in three, and gave each boy a piece from each slice so they each got some of each other's cum to eat. All three savoured the flavour of the salty spread on their toast. "Best breakfast ever! How long have you been doing this?" asked Ian.

"Just tried it yesterday morning," said Josh. "Found it solved breakfast and morning wood at the same time. Seems we have found the true breakfast of champions."

Now that all balls were drained, the boys were ready to start the day. All showered and got dressed and headed to campus together.

"What do you think practice will have in store for us this afternoon?" asked Johnny. The others just shrugged, not really sure themselves.

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The actual football practice part of the afternoon team activities wasn't as strenuous as the last few - the team's first match of the season was in two days, so the coaches didn't want to overstretch the team physically, focusing more on ball skills than hard running. The boys were getting used to the distraction of going commando during practice, but all the same without the more physically strenuous exertion, the feeling of silky football shorts against young cock did cause the occasional boner to tent some shorts, and tackle did fall out of shorts a few times during stretching exercises. The new guys were so comfortable with their teammates now though that they could join in the laughter at each occurrence.

Once done on the field, the team stripped off their shirts and ran slowly back to the change rooms, most now sporting at least a semi in anticipation of what the reast of the evening had in store. The new guys were a bit more apprehensive, but the general team atmosphere relaxed them.

As all the boys gathered into the changeroom and dropped their shorts, Peter, the team captain, started to explain the last high performance technique used by the team.

"At our first practice, I explained we had three unique techniques that make this team perform like no other in the league. We showed you closeness and bonding on the first night and then you learnt how pleasurable sex within the team can be, and how it will be a reward for the man of the match after each game. Can anybody remember what our third technique is?"

The six new recruits looked at each other, not wanting to draw attention to themselves by being the first to answer. They all remembered what Peter had said at the first practice and they weren't sure they wanted to be the first to experience it, especially as they weren't really sure what it would entail. Eventually Matt spoke up, "You mentioned there would be punishment for the worst performing member of the team, and then mentioned CBT. I googled it and it seems quite extreme and horrible! After what we've been through together, surely you wouldn't start hitting us in the balls now?"

Peter laughed, "No, we aren't sadists. We practice very mild CBT, nothing extreme at all. This is a discouragement from poor performance on the field, something unpleasant that you want to avoid but not something so bad that it would cause fear that impacts your performance.

"Two exceptions though... you score an own goal or you get a red card, your balls are fair game for whoever wants to kick or knee them. Those are the only two ways you can earn yourselves real pain. But nobody here would do that anyway, would they?" The whole team shook their heads vigorously.

"CBT stands for cock and ball torture for those that didn't google it," explained Peter further. "But we don't practice the hard core stuff you see on the internet, and we should actually call it MCBAT - mild cock, ball and arse torture. Remember, the arse is also a sexual organ, so it must be included here too."

"McBat!" shouted Ethan from the back, in a mock Scottish accent.

"Nah," said George. "That implies an emphasis on the B and we can't have so much focus on the balls in this case." The room burst out laughing.

Once the hilarity died down, Peter continued, "What we'll show you tonight is a couple of the things that could be done to a poor performer. There are more but what we'll demonstrate tonight is representative and should show you enough to discourage you from fucking up on the field - remember fucking is just for after the game." The team laughed at Peter's pun.

"OK, how this would normally work after a match is that the coaches would select the three players they believe performed worst on the day and then we as a team vote between ourselves which of those was truly worst. Then they select a punishment for themselves by drawing a slip of paper from this bag. Each slip explains what will be done to them. The man of the match will then choose who will administer the punishment - can be himself or another member of the team - there's not really standard practice with this.

"But for tonight, I've already select five representative punishments, five random recipients and we'll let them choose who will administer their punishment. We want all of you new boys to watch carefully - what is being done and how it is affecting the recipient. So to be fair on all of you, none of you will experience anything yourselves. You will just watch their teammate being punished." The six new guys breathed a sign of relief.

"But wanking and cumming on the recipient of each punishment is strongly encouraged!"

Peter reached into the bag next to him and drew out four items: a small bottle with what looked like white sticks and small sheets in it, a tub of red paste, a tube of Deep Heat (a Mentholatum based product for treating sore muscles) and a packet of condoms.

"The first three punishments are similar so I'll explain the general concepts together... These three substances all cause the skin to tingle and provide a burning sensation, especially when applied to sensitive skin. There are also three ways we apply them here - direct to your cock and then wank it, poured into a condom which you then wear while you fuck a team mate, or to the outside of a condom worn by a team mate who then fucks you. In all three cases, the substance is effectively rubbed into your cock or arse in the process. And of course we also rub some on your balls. Believe me this is not comfortable, but it also does no harm. The process ends when you cum.

"Has anybody tried any of these before?" asked Peter.

Matt raised his hand again, saying, "My friends smeared Deep Heat on my dick and balls when I turned eighteen as an 'initiation to adulthood'. FUCK, it stung like a motherfucker and the burning lingered!" He did not have a happy face at the prospect of this happening again.

"Ouch, you had all the luck in this last year, Matt. That girlfriend trying to shove an unlubricated dildo up your arse and then the stinging dick! At least you understand the incentive not to fuck up on the field," said Peter. Matt just shook his head, worried he may mess up and get it again.

Nobody else had any experiences to share to Peter moved on.

"Seeing as we have mentioned the Deep Heat, let's start with that... Ethan, you're up first." Ethan stepped forward and Peter asked him, "We're going to start by letting you fuck a team mate with a full condom of this. Who will it be?" Ethan indicated George, who came forward, grinning as he enjoyed the feeling of Ethan's cock in his arse.

Peter opened one of the condoms, and said, "We don't usually use these when fucking. As I'm sure you have felt, bareback cock fucking feels great and these detract a bit from that feeling. But they are necessary here so that only one person is punished." He unrolled it and squeezed half the tube into it while George made sure Ethan was properly hard. Ethan watched how much of the cream was squeezed into the condom, thinking it always seemed like Peter was putting way too much.

George lay down on the bench in the middle of the change room as Peter worked the condom onto Ethan's hard member. Ethan winced as the warm sensation of the Deep Heat hit his cock. Still gasping, he stepped forward and lined his rather painful cock up with George's arse. As Ethan slowly entered George, Peter squeezed the tube again, putting more cream into his palm, which he then proceeded to rub into Ethan's balls. Ethan winced once more as the stinging sensation spread through his crotch. For good measure, Peter then applied more cream to Ethan's hole and used his finger to rub it up the shoot.

"Remember, the only way that condom comes off and the Deep Heat can be washed off is when Ethan cums," Peter explained once more.

Ethan, having done this before, knew that he needed to power through the sensations coming from his cock and balls and cum as fast as possible. So he started as he meant to finish, fast and hard. George knew this and was ready, but also thought he could help out a little, so used one hand to tweak Ethan's nipples and the other to fist his own cock.

Ethan was experiencing mixed sensations - the pleasure of the warm, tight arse wrapped around his cock but the pain of the burning, stringing sensation from the Deep Heat rubbing continuously into his cock. George however was just feeing pleasure from the cock ploughing his arse and his own masturbation.

Not having cum today yet, George was able to bring himself to orgasm in five minutes, shotting a good load up his body - three stands hit him in the face and the rest pooled on his firm stomach. The contractions of George's arse muscles as he came, along with his own cock being oversensitive from the cream, sent Ethan over the edge. He quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom and erupted! Seven thick ropes blasted across George, luckily missing his face as there was some Deep Heat mixed in there too, but certainly filling the gully between his pecs and pooling in his belly button.

Ethan collapsed to his knees, held his balls and said, "Fuck that stings! My balls are still on fire!" George just smiled and used his fingers to move the cum from his torso to his mouth. Though in another minute or two the burning sensation in Ethan's nether regions subsided and they both got up and walked back to his watching teammates, to loud cheers from the crowd.

"Ok, next up is rather similar, just here the bottom is the one getting the punishment, and the substance in use will be chilli paste," said Peter, reaching for the small bottle of red paste. "This paste is particularly strong, sourced specially from Indonesia. And our recipient of punishment will be... Tony."

Tony hung his head and walked forward. He selected another of the senior players, Louis, to administer his punishment. As Louis stepped up next to Tony, he was already at full mast from watching the previous show, but Tony reached for his cock anyway and stroked it slowly. "Need to keep this hard so we can do this as fast as possible. That stuff burns my arse!" said Tony.

"Don't worry, I'm ready, willing and able, but it's your cumshot that ends the 'experience'," laughed Louis.

Peter stepped up and wrapped Louis's solid member in a condom and spread a healthy amount of the chilli paste on the outside, applying more directly to Tony's hole. Tony winced as it hit, and even more as Peter rubbed more into his balls. "Be careful, Louis," warned Peter. "Touching his balls with your own will be like fire!" Louis nodded, with a little grimace, remembering this had happened before and wasn't pleasant.

"On you get then, I don't think Tony can take much more of the anticipation!" said Peter as Louis stepped forward and sunk his chilli paste smeared, condom wrapped cock into Tony's waiting arse. This time Tony screamed out at the burn from the chilli as it was pressed into and rubbed against his inner walls by Louis's fat dick.

As the initial shock wore off, he reached his right hand down to his cock, formed a fist around it and started to wank, knowing the only way to stop Louis rubbing red hot chilli paste into his arse linings was to cum. Easier said than done though given the sensations coming from his arse.

Though as Louis sawed in and out there was less chilli on the condom and the pleasure of a hard cock in his arse took over and Tony started to enjoy the experience, though his balls were still in a bit of pain from the chilli on them - for good measure, Peter was applying a little more paste to Tony's balls at regular intervals. Both boys were building up a rhythm and could feel the cum rising from their balls, when suddenly Louis winced. "My balls just touched yours. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! That paste is hot!"

Tony laughed a little at his friend's discomfort, but didn't slow down fisting his cock. And not too soon from his perspective he reached his climax and shot. And shot. And shot! Eight ropes of white hot cum landed up his torso, the first hitting him in the face. He was grinning now as the pleasure had overtaken the discomfort of the chilli paste rubbed into his hole and coating his nuts.

"Don't show how much you seemed to like that on a match day, else we may need to add another real punishment!" warned Peter with a grin on his face.

The anal contractions around his cock caused by Tony's cumshot set Louis off and he pulled out quickly, ripping off the condom and adding his load to the cum already pooled on Tony's torso. He bent forward and started to lick up as much as he could, paying special attention to Tony's hardened nipples, in a race with Tony who was using his fingers to move it to his mouth. Once Tony's firm chest and stomach were clear of cum, the boys got up and walked back into the crowd, bowing to the cheers.

"Thanks, guys, that was quite a show," congratulated Peter. "But to the rest of you... nobody has blown a load on the participants yet - surely you must all be getting close." He scanned the team, who were all lazily stroking their hard cocks. "I expect to see some more cum in this next round.

"And this round is same, same, but different. It's still a substance that causes the skin to sting and burn, but it's solid, so we can't coat the cock and balls like we did with the Deep Heat and chilli paste and we can't put it in or on a condom, so its only for masturbation. It's a spice... ginger," he went on. "Anybody tried rubbing ginger on their tackle?" All the new boys shook their heads. "Its a delayed heat and quite intense!" Peter explained.

He called Craig, one of the senor members of the team with a rather large cock to the front. Craig selected David to administer his punishment. David sat on a bench against the wall of the change room, leaning back against the wall and spreading his legs and arranging his hard cock against his stomach.

"Come sit on my lap," he said to Craig, indicating how he expected Craig to sit so that David's cock ran up Craig's crack, but not inside. Craig sat gently on David's lap, rocking a couple of times to get comfortable and eliciting a smile and whimper from David as Craig's crack stimulated his rather hard cock, while Craig grinned at the effect he was having.

Peter handed the small tub of ginger to David. He started with one of the sticks, which had been rounded to a diameter of a couple of millimetres. He reached around and grabbed Craigs hard cock, pressing the sides of the head to open the piss slit, and gently pushed the stick of ginger into his urethra, going about 5cm down, with just a millimetre showing. He then took some of the strips and wiped them across Craig's balls, applying only gentle pressure. Finally he put another stick and some more strips into his right hand, which he wrapped around Craig's cock and started slow movements up and down.

Ginger has a bit of a delayed reaction and for the first few seconds, Craig lent back enjoying the hand job, but then the stinging, burning sensation kicked in, from the sick inside his cock, the juices rubbed on his balls and the pieces David was rubbing into his cock. The feeling was intense and he lent forward again and started to buck against David's hand.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ouch! It stings!" he shouted. David was taking his time, but Craig needed to cum to make it stop, so he started to try and fuck his cock into David's fist. As he did this, his crack was moving up and down on David's own hard member, much to David's delight.

Eventually the sight of the fit team mates bucking against each other was enough to set off two of the audience members, who stepped forward and dropped a load each on Craig's chest. The sight of this flying cum, and the stimulation of Craigs arse against his cock set David off, and he came against Craig's back. "Did you just cum at my discomfort?" asked Craig plaintively.

"Hey, if you rub that cute butt of yours against my cock long enough, I have no choice," explained David, with a laugh in his voice.

Now it was Johnny's turn to cum - he had been watching intently as Craig's beautiful member was working itself back and forth through David's fist and he was mesmerised. He suddenly acknowledged the feeling of an impending orgasm and stepped forward, positioning himself just to the right of Craig and blew, and blew, and blew - ten ropes of thick hot cum hit Craig straight in the face and chest. Given that Craig was on David's lap, his face was slightly higher than Johnny's cock, so the cum had to fly upwards to hit him in the face, but that was the force of his orgasm! The first shots hit Craig in the eyes, but the next two were so well targeted they went up his nostrils. The rest started to coat his chest.

The hot cum on his face and body was enough to push Craig the last stretch and he too came. The ginger rubbed into his cock had worked to really simulate him and his orgasm was intense and long. The first cum to rise up through his cock literally blew the stick of ginger out of his cock and shot it a meter up in the air, followed by a thick rope of cum, that then landed from his nose to his belly button, painting a white line down his tanned chest and stomach. The next four ropes were almost as thick and long, and had the same force as they left his cock, further painting his torso. He continue to shoot smaller ropes for a few seconds and then dribbled the last of his load, to puddle at the base of his cock.

Craig collapsed back against David's chest, spent from the intensity of the orgasm that the stimulation of the spice in and on his cock had given. David reached around and started to feed the cum from Craig's body into both their mouths.

Once they were clean and Craig had recovered, they got up and were walking back to their teammates, when Peter stopped David and said, "Not so fast there... you just violated a team rule." David looked confused, not sure what he had done, and then it dawned on him as Peter reminded him, "You came but we couldn't see it. It was hidden by Craig's body - technically you didn't cum inside him, but it was hidden from view all the same. Guess that means you are next for a punishment!" David hung his head and stepped back to the front again, accepting his fate.

"OK, we are done with the cream and spice for this evening. Next up is something slightly different... some hot wax. And as the recipient can't wank while we apply this, we can't say it ends when he cums, and he just did a few minutes ago anyway. This one ends once six of his teammates cum on him. So up to you as an audience - when you think he has had enough, you step forward and drop a load on his face."

David selected Tom to deliver his punishment. Peter pulled a candle from his sports bag and lit it. He gave it a few minutes to start melting the wax around the wick while David lay down on the bench and spread his legs to give Tom full access to his balls. Although he had cum not so long ago, his cock was still standing up, almost fully hard already.

Tim took the candle from Peter and walked over to David. He knelt next to David's chest and gently tilted the candle so that a droplet of hot wax fell on his left nipple. David winced! Tom gave it a couple of seconds and then tilted the candle more, fully coating the nipple in hot wax, which quickly cooled and hardened. He repeat the process on the left nipple, with David whimpering as each droplet stung as it hit his cold skin.

He then moved down to David's crotch, giving the candle time to build up some molten wax. He gripped David's member tight, pointing it straight up and dropped the accumulated wax directly onto the head! David screamed as the wax ran across the head of his dick. As that cooled, Tom flicked a bit off to expose the piss slit again, squeezed the side of David's cock to open the slit and dropped some wax directly into it. David screamed again.

"Have mercy! Come on guys, somebody cum on me," pleaded David.

For Ian, it wasn't so much mercy as how much he was turned on by the events of the evening so far, but he stepped forward all the same and blasted a load into David's waiting face, one rope into the left eye, one across the cheek and nose and then into the right eye and the rest across his forehead and dripping onto his chest.

Josh on the other hand did feel sorry for David and worked his cock to climax too and added his load across David's face too.

All this time, Tom continued to apply wax, by now having fully coated David's cock in a white waxy sheath. He moved onto the balls, with the first drop of wax causing a scream as it hit the right nut square on and ran across it. He moved to the left nut and did the same with the same result.

As he coated David's balls in hot wax, David continued to whimper and beg his team mates to cum on him. Three other seniors stepped forward to help out and by the time David's balls were fully cover in wax, so was his chest with the cum from his teammates cocks, blasted across his chest and stomach, pooling in the gully between his pecs.

Tom turned to Peter and asked, "OK, all the right parts are covered. Is it ok if I'm number six?" It seemed causing his friend pain had really turned Tom on.

Peter nodded and Tom grabbed his own cock and fisted it to completion, blasting a good load of six ropes of thick sticky cum directly into David's eyes and then using the rest of his load to paint the rest of his face.

He then helped David to remove the hardened wax from his nipples, cock and balls. As he did though, he played with the nuts and stroked the cock. David started whimpering again, but this time with pleasure as Tim had now moved on to giving him a pretty good hand job!

And it didn't take long for the pleasure to overtake David and he announced his impending orgasm. Tom sped up his wanking and was rewarded with David's second load of the evening. For a cock that had just been abused with hot wax, it did a pretty good job of shooting a nice load across his chest. Good end to the punishment!

Again, both boys worked together to clean up the cum from David's body and swallow it taking care not to ingest any of the wax, before rejoined the rest of the team who again cheered them on.

"Last one for tonight," announced Peter. "Seems you boys are enjoying the show so far?" he said, looking around at all the hard cocks amongst the team, and everybody casually stroking themselves, and some the cock of the guy next to them.

"This is a new one that we want to try out for the first time. The basic principle is edging rather than physical discomfort - the transgressor's sexual organs are stimulated continuously until the point he his about to cum, and then we back off and once he is back from the edge, we start again. Not a new concept, but our resident computer science major has been hard at work developing a new tool that is expected to take this to the next level! Stuart, do you want to explain?"

Stuart walked to the front carrying what looked like a big beaded butt plug with some straps and wires hanging from it and a laptop. Johnny couldn't help but notice that he didn't look like your stereotypical computer nerd - he was as fit as the rest of the team, with really nice legs, just lightly covered with dark hair. "I want to run my hands up and down those legs as he pounds that fine dick into me," thought Johnny as he watched Stuart move, and a drop of pre-cum dropped from his own pole.

"OK, so we had a project to use AI to create something we could use in everyday life and would enhance our lives," started Stuart. "I got to thinking about how much I enjoy using a vibrating butt plug and how I use it daily, but what could be better about it? Well, sometimes it gets a bit boring and I'm tired of keeping having to change the settings to switch things up. So I kitted this beauty out with a few sensors to measure the level of excitement of the arse it's inserted into. Then I created an AI programme that watches those signals and responds - it will find your prostate on its own and work it, as well as changing the vibration when it senses you are loosing interest. It will also sense when you are close to coming and back off to extend the pleasure.

"Then it has these extra straps that go around your balls and this cock ring. If it senses you are too close, it tightens around your balls and the base of your cock to stop you cumming. Again, when you come back from the edge, these are released. I've tried it several times and its amazing, but only for about twenty minutes or so - after that you just need to cum so bad it hurts. This is where the punishment parts comes - use it for longer and you feel you will go mad! My max is forty minutes but I propose the punishment level is set at a full hour."

"How did you demonstrate your project in class?" shouted somebody from the back.

Stuart blushed and admitted that although this was fun and met the project outcome perfectly, he didn't have the balls to actually submit it and had to make something else.

"I want to try this one myself, to make sure it really is a punishment and not just fun masquerading as discomfort," said Peter. "How is best for me to sit or lie for this?"

The team was now super interested - Peter had a massive cock and when he came, he blasted many thick ropes even on the fourth or fifth cumshot of an evening - he was a sex god! Now what would happen if he was held at the edge for an hour and then got release - how much cum would he shoot then!!

"I usually sit on it, and lean back in a chair, but sitting on that bench and leaning against that wall should be good. You can move around a bit, the sensors will account for that - just don't touch your cock or balls and don't try anything to make yourself cum - it will sense that too and tighten the straps around your balls to hold back the orgasm." Peter nodded his understanding.

"Why don't we tie his hands to make sure he doesn't touch himself?" suggested a voice from the back. The rest of the team shouted in agreement, all eager to see how this would work and if it could really hold off one of Peter's legendary cumshots.

Swayed by the peer pressure Stuart pulled a pair of fluffy handcuffs from his bag and fastened Peter's hands behind his back. He then lubed up the butt plug - it was one with a series of nodules (like beads or balls moulded together) of increasing size, starting with a small ball at the tip, merged into a bigger ball, and then a bigger one, until the tenth ball at the base was about five centimetres in diameter. The whole structure was solid but very flexible. Stuart demonstrated the flexibility by turning on the programme on his laptop and getting it to bend the butt plug at multiple angles, showing how it could move around inside the arse.

He then applied some lube to his fingers and inserted them into Peter's hole, making sure he got it well lubed, before slowly inserting the butt plug bead by bead. Peter smiled as each successively bigger ball popped through his sphincter. He then placed the cock ring around Peter's massive member, hoping he had a big enough one and that this dick wouldn't break it! He then attached the straps around Peter's balls, tightening them to ensure they could squeeze the balls when needed. Connecting all up to the laptop, he asked, "Ready? I'm setting this to one hour."

"Go for it! And remember, the rest of you, whenever you need to cum, cum on me!"

Stuart turned the machine on and Peter could feel movement in his arse. He smiled as it hit his prostate and his cock jerked.

"Hey, this is meant to be a punishment! Seems he's enjoying it," called out Ethan.

"Give it a few minutes..." said Stuart.

After about five minutes the guys could see an impending orgasm on Peter's face and then his face dropped and Stuart explained that the vibrations had stopped. Those closest could see the straps on his balls tightening to hold him back. A minute later, they heard the vibrations start again and Peter's face lightened up again.

This happened a four more times in the next twenty minutes and Peter was starting to sweat more each time it stopped. It was very evident he wanted to cum and the pool of pre-cum he was dripping on the floor was growing.

Ian's eyes were fixed on the beautiful body on display with it's huge upstanding leaking cock and this was eventually too much for him. He stepped forward, gave his cock a final stroke and blasted his second load of the evening. Ten ropes of cum landed across Peter's chest. A couple of guys clapped, and two other stepped forward and did the same.

After forty minutes and five more team mates dropping their load on his face and chest, Peter begged, "It's starting to hurt. I really need to cum. Somebody help me out!"

Tony stepped forward and gave his own member two more strokes and blasted a load of jizz onto Peter's cock and balls. And it was a big load - the cock was completely coated, almost as David's had been with wax earlier. "There, I've lubricated your cock, ready to pump out a load. Not much more I can do though, sorry," he joked, to much laughter from the audience.

By the hour point, the whole team had contributed a load to Peter's face, chest, stomach and crotch. His golden skin was white with sticky hot cum. And he was in agony! He needed to cum so bad - he must have been brought to the edge at least fifteen times by now and all he wanted was to cum!

The laptop pinged to indicate time up. Stuart walked over to Peter. He gripped his own cock and fisted it to add his own final load to Peter's face, hitting him in both eyes and painting the last few white stripes across his cheeks. He then reached down and removed the straps around Peter's balls and the cock ring. Using the cum already coating Peter's cock as lube, he stroked it twice and was rewarded.

Peter's cock came alive! It erupted! A geyser of cum shot straight up into the air and landed in his chest. The next rope was almost as powerful, but arched back and hit him in the face, followed by the third and forth. He screamed in release as he kept cumming. By the tenth rope of cum, Stuart started to remove his hand from Peter's cock.

"FUCK! Don't do that! Keep stroking! I need to CUM!" Peter screamed.

Stuart's hand tightened its grip once more and fisted Peter's cock for another minute as he kept cumming. Eventually the torrents calmed and his shots were only getting as far as his navel. Stuart waited until nothing more was cumming out of Peter's cock and it had stopped twitching and started to soften before removing his hand again. He then released Peter's hands from the cuffs.

Peter took a full five minutes to recover enough to talk again! "Fuck! That is an excellent punishment, Stuart. Well done! We will definitely add it. By the end there I couldn't take any more - that was extreme! But I do want to see you take a full hour - you deserve to show the team you can take the punishment you have developed for them! After practice Tuesday?" Stuart was a bit unsure of this knowing how he had been feeling after forty minutes of the anal stimulation, but realising he was unleashing this on this teammates, he had to show he could handle it too - after all, there was always the chance he would get it after a match anyway, so he agreed.

Peter staggered to his feet and Stuart helped him remove the butt plug.

"OK boys, that's it for tonight. I think we have now equipped the new boys with the skills and techniques to contribute to our first win of the season on Saturday. Two days time! But remember... no more cumming before that - you know you perform best on the field when your balls are full and your testosterone is at a high. See you then. I'm just going to sit here for a little while longer and recover from that orgasm."

Few on the team had seen Peter, with his immense stamina, so flattened but all started to leave.

"First I've heard we couldn't cum before a match," said Josh.

"Yeah, that's going to be a challenge tomorrow - so much stimulation from tonight and the flashbacks tomorrow will get me hard. And no morning toast to help out either," empathised Johnny and both boys laughed as they walked home.