The man behind the counter looked up as the bell at the door of the little sex shop dinged. In walked a cute jock boy, naked and sopping wet from the ice-cold rain that pelted the grey, featureless city just outside.

"Where the fuck even is this?" said the jock boy, teeth chattering as he stepped inside the shop and rubbed his arms for warmth. He looked around, after a moment, and grimaced when he saw the products that lined the shelves.

"That’s a tough question, Jess," said the man behind the counter. The jock boy looked up, eyes wide in surprise that the cashier knew his name. "To spare you the details, let’s just say it’s Nowhere, yeah?"

Jess covered his cock and balls with his hands, cupping them over his crotch in an adorable display of modesty. He averted his gaze, cheeks flushing, and shrugged. "Sure, man. Whatever… I just need to know how I can get home."

The cashier shrugged. "You came here for a reason," he said. "Tell me your purpose, and how you came to be here, and when our business is done, I’ll send you home. That’s how it was. How it is. How it always will be. So, please, do tell."

Jess walked up to the counter and sighed. "I’m being blackmailed. Long story short, one of my rivals has pictures of me sucking off one of my teammates on the baseball team and is threatening to release them."

"Go on," said the cashier.

Jess sighed. "Anyway, he cast some sort of spell on me that sent me here and he told me that the only way he was going to get rid of the pics was if I said, ‘Oh Pink Fairy, turn me into a cumdump slut who needs to be fucked by everyone on the team!’ to whoever I met on the other side."

"Fascinating," said the cashier, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "And how does that make you feel?"

"God! It’s so fucking humiliating!" Jess lamented. "This is the biggest embarrassment of my life! I’m the best and strongest member of the team! I shouldn’t have to deal with this shit!"

"Seriously?" said the man behind the counter, quirking an eyebrow at Jess.

"What the fuck?" said Jess. He hadn’t meant to say anything, least of all the circumstances that had led him to seek shelter here, in this weird sex shop that seemed to be the only place open for miles around.

"You know what?" said Jess, talking more to himself than the cashier as he tried to process all of the strange things that were going on around him. "Nevermind. I don’t care how you made me say those things. I just want to know if you can help me out."

"No," said the cashier, shaking his head. "I mean, do you seriously think you’re the best and strongest player on the team after everything you just told me?"

Jess’ jaw dropped. His mouth flapped open in indignation for a few seconds before he managed to muster his composure. "Y-yes!" he exclaimed. "Why wouldn’t I? I’m the one that lead the fucking team on our current win streak. Of course I’m the strongest player on the team!"

The cashier shrugged. "Doesn’t sound like it from what you told me," he said. "I don’t know about you, man, but it doesn’t feel like the strongest player on the team should be the one sucking dick, you get me? I feel like the strongest player would be the one getting sucked off, the one taking whatever he wanted."

Jess’ face reddened. "Yeah!" he said, practically trembling with anger at the insinuation. "That’s what I was doing! I wanted to suck that guy’s dick so I sucked it! What’s wrong with that?!"

"Nothing," said the cashier. "More power to you if you’re a power bottom or something like that," he added, with a small smirk.

Jess’ eye twitched.

"I’m just saying. It sounds to me like you’re the one giving someone else what they want. You’re the one giving in to your blackmailer’s demand," said the cashier. "Unless you want to take your request back."

"O-of course I want to—" Jess started.

The cashier interrupted Jess before he could finish. "I’m just going to remind you that if you don’t do this, then those pictures are going to get released."

Jess’ mouth clamped shut. His face burned with indignation. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

The cashier just chuckled. "See? You don’t even have the guts to stand up to your blackmailer. What’s the big deal with a couple of pics of you sucking dick, anyway?"

Jess opened his mouth to say something but the cashier pretty much just steamrolled over him

"I know. I know. It’s going to damage your reputation. It’s going to make finding a job more difficult. Excuses. Excuses," said the cashier, waving a hand dismissively. "A real strong man would own up to it and take it in stride."

Jess hung his head.

"So, what will it be, jock boy? Are you going to take back your request and face the consequences, or are you going to be a little bitch and cower just because of some pictures?" the cashier taunted.

"I-I don’t have a choice! I-it would ruin my—" Jess started.

"Oh don’t even give me that," said the cashier. "You do have a choice. There is always a choice. It’s just that you don’t have the courage to tell him to fuck off and shove those pictures up his asshole."

The cashier shrugged. "Oh well. Not my life. What’s wrong with helping a bro out, anyway? Whatever. Since you’re clearly not going to take back your request, I’m going to fulfill it. Then I’ll send you home."

"Wai—!" said Jess.

"Don’t worry about the guy who’s blackmailing you. We don’t take kindly to that sort of stuff around here. He’ll get what’s coming to him, but I don’t know if you’ll even be smart enough to know that by then," said the cashier.

"W-what do you me—!" before Jess could finish his question, the whole world seemed to spin around him before going black.

Jess woke with a start. He was in the locker room and his head was strangely hazy.

The only thing Jess was wearing was his cleats and his socks. He looked around for his clothes but couldn’t find him. He tried to think of where they could be but the more he tried, the more difficult it seemed to become.

Jess groaned, rubbing his temples. He had a headache, all of a sudden. A throbbing pain right between his eyes.

At the same time a strange heat began to bubble in the pit of Jess’ stomach. An itch burned deep inside his ass.

Jess struggled to figure out what was going on with him but the more he tried to think the more difficult it became, and the more his head hurt, right in that space between his eyes. His skull felt so full—not of brains, but of thick, stifling cotton that made it almost-impossible to think.

A moan spilled out of Jess before he could stop it. He looked around in alarm, afraid that someone might discover him in the state he was in.

The worry Jess felt was short-lived. He moaned again. He slid his legs apart, bending over a nearby bench. His felt like his mind was fogging up. His intelligence, his individuality, his personality and his memories were all being smothered by a thick numbing cloud of arousal.

It felt so good.

All Jess could do was arch his back and moan louder and louder. Sluttier and sluttier. His thoughts, what few were left, turned solely to cock and cum as he began to sound like little more than a cheap whore.

The doors to the locker room flew open shortly thereafter. The rest of the team flew in after practice. Jess was still bent over the bench but he didn’t care. He watched them come in, practically drooling over all the hot, sweaty men that were filing into the locker room.

Jess’ hole twitched. He knew that all these hot-blooded, virile young men would need to bust a nut after giving practice their all. Most walked in and paid him no attention, walking by to their lockers to change out of their soiled clothes but a couple chuckled and gave him a slap on the ass as they passed behind him.

"Hey guys!" says one of Jess’ teammates, the last one to come in from the field, "Looks like team bitch #1 is in heat today!"

There’s a rousing cheer from the rest of the guys. Jess flushed as he felt something thick, wet, and slick bubbled up out of his asshole and dripped down the insides of his legs.

Someone grabbed Jess as he leaked from his asshole. He didn’t know whose shoulder he was slung over but it didn’t matter. Not to him. He couldn’t care less.

All Jess cared about, as a thick cock slid into his horny, eager, wet jockpussy, was how good it felt to have his brains permanently get dicked down into slutty paste.

It felt good.

So good.

Jess moaned. His thoughts popped out of existence one after the other. He begged for more. Just as he’d asked of the man at the sex shop in the city that wasn’t supposed to exist, he needed to be fucked by everyone on the team.

This was Jess’ life now. He scarcely remembered the life he had before. He didn’t mind. He didn’t know any better.

The strange thing was that Jess felt a little bit happier when the team brought in a second team slut to help him handle the workload. He didn’t know why. He didn’t care why.

Jess just had a faint feeling that someone he didn’t like got their just desserts.