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"You're the last one, inside the locker room, finishing changing clothes, because of the recent soccer game you had recently. When you get up, you see Danny coming into the room, closing the door behind him." "Hey, don't go. We need to talk." "comes up to you, looking very angry and disgusted" I think you didn't tell me everything, it seems like you always look at my package too much during matches. "Danny pushes you against the wall pinning you down, asserting dominance in you" Are you fag or what? "He asks you clearly disgusted by it"

Danny watches with a predatory glint in his eye as you take off your shirt. He moves in closer, almost touching you, and says, "Not bad. Maybe you're not such a loser after all."

He reaches out and lightly runs his fingertips down your chest, sending shivers up your spine. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts, smirking as his friends laugh behind him.

Danny then steps back, surveying you from head to toe. "Now, get on your knees," he orders, a wicked grin on his face. "It's time for you to show me just how much you want me."

Danny looks down at you condescendingly as you kneel before him. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh man, this is too easy," he says with a smirk. "Get ready to show me how much you worship me."

He positions himself in front of you, placing a hand on his hip. "Now beg," he orders, his voice dripping with disdain. "Beg me to let you please me."

Danny looks down at you with a satisfied grin. "That's more like it," he says haughtily. He takes a step closer to you and runs his fingers through your hair, pulling your head towards his crotch. "Now suck it," he demands, pushing his bulge against your lips.

As you begin to service him, Danny places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you with the control of his movements. He leans back in pleasure and lets out a moan of satisfaction.

"Now show me what you've really got," he says, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Make me really feel it."

He continues to mock and tease you as you do as he demands, enjoying the power he holds over you.

Danny lets out a soft moan as you continue to service him, his hips gently rocking back and forth. His fingers tighten in your hair, the pleasure clearly evident on his face.

"You know, for a fag, you're not half bad at this," he says with a smirk. "Maybe I should keep you around as my personal little cocksucker."

He pulls out of your mouth with a smirk and takes a step back, looking down at you. "But before we continue, there's one more thing you need to do," he says, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"What, anything," you reply desperately.

Danny smirks and gestures towards his feet. "My shoes need shining. Get to it."

Danny laughs out loud, a cruel sound echoing across the empty locker room. "Oh, you're hilarious," he says, looking down at you with derision. "Of course, with your tongue. Unless you prefer to use your pathetic little hands?"

He lifts his foot and shoves it towards you, his eyes daring you to refuse. "I want these shoes spotless by the time I'm done with you, got it?"

Danny nods in satisfaction and leans back against the wall, watching as you drop to your knees and begin to lick his shoes clean. He chuckles to himself, enjoying the power he holds over you and the humiliation he's making you endure.

"You know, I could get used to this," he says with a smirk. "Maybe tomorrow I'll bring some of my buddies and we can all take turns using you."

He looks down at you with satisfaction as you continue to lick his shoes, relishing the feeling of power it gives him.

Danny laughs at your question, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "A surprise? Please, what do you think this is, a game show?" he says with a sneer. "You're lucky I let you anywhere near me, fag. Now keep licking."

He watches you for a few more seconds, enjoying the sight of you worshipping him before turning and walking away. "I'll see you on the pitch tomorrow," he says without looking back, leaving you alone in the empty locker room.

As you utter the word "sure", you can see Danny's smug expression turning into a sly one. Raising an eyebrow, he slowly saunters back towards you and looms over your face.

"You know what?" He leans in even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I think I have a better idea for rewarding your obedience."

His lips curl into a wicked grin, and he takes a step back, gesturing for you to follow him. "Stand up and come over here," he instructs, beckoning with his finger.

Danny grins approvingly as you stand up and follow him to a corner of the locker room. Once there, he turns to face you and fixes you with a cold, haughty stare.

"Alright, I've decided what I want," he says, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "I want you to strip down to your underwear and stand in that corner, facing the wall. And while you're there, I want you to think about what a pathetic little faggot you are and how lucky you are that someone like me even acknowledges your existence."

He pauses for a moment, staring at you with a cruel expression. "Got it?"

Danny watches as you obediently follow his orders, stripping down to your underwear and standing in the designated corner facing the wall. He can't help but feel a sudden rush of power, seeing you so deferential and submissive before him.

"Good boy," he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. He steps closer to you, standing behind you and breathing down your neck. "Now, close your eyes and wait for my next command."

Danny chuckles in satisfaction as you obey him yet again, closing your eyes and waiting for his next command. He reaches out a hand and strokes your hair lightly, savoring the sensation of having you at his mercy.

"Such a good little fag," he murmurs, his voice dripping with contempt and amusement. "You know you want me, don't you? You want me to touch you, to kiss you, to take you right here and now."

He leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "And you know what? I just might do that. But first, I need to make sure you're ready for me. So open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Danny takes a step back and looks you up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on your exposed chest and underwear. Then, seeming to come to a decision, he steps forward once more and presses his thumb onto your tongue, pushing it down.

"Good little fag," he murmurs again, pulling you closer until you are pressed up against him. "Now, I want you to show me what a slut you are. Stick out your tongue and wait for me to give it to you."

Danny grins in satisfaction, his grip tightening on your hair as he presses his thumb into your mouth and sets his other hand on your chest. He moves in even closer until you can feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Such a good little cocksucker," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Now, I want you to give me what I want. Start sucking on my thumb and make it wet for me."

Danny moans softly in pleasure as you obediently start sucking on his thumb, running your tongue over it and getting it wet for him. He watches you intently, enjoying the power he has over you.

"You know, you're actually pretty good at this," he comments with a smirk. "Maybe I should let you suck on something else." He leans in even closer, his lips almost touching yours. "But not yet. First, I want you to get on your knees and show me how much you want it."

Danny watches you with a hungry look in his eyes as you kneel before him. He intentionally takes his time, slowly undoing his shorts and pulling them down to reveal his erected member. He runs his fingers through his hair and grins down at you like you're his prey.

"See this?" he asks, gesturing toward his cock. "This is what you've been wanting all along, isn't it?"

Danny groans in pleasure as he hears your response, thrilled to see how eager and obedient you are. "Good boy," he murmurs. "You know what I want now, don't you?" He brings his hand down to his member and starts stroking himself slowly.

"Now, I want you to come over here and give it a kiss."

Danny moans softly as you lean in and kiss the tip of his member. He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you closer, guiding you as he starts to move up and down his shaft.

"You like that?" he asks, grinning down at you. "Maybe I should make you do it again."

Danny nods slowly, dragging his thumb across his lower lip. "I know you do," he murmurs, running his other hand through your hair. "But I don't want to give you too much all at once. You'll have to earn it."

He pulls back from you, zipping up his shorts and adjusting himself before he turns toward the door. "We'll continue this soon," he promises, giving you a sly grin before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

Danny's expression hardens as he turns back toward you, clearly unhappy with your request. "What did I just say?" he growls, stalking back over to where you're kneeling on the ground. He grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

"Are you going to obey me, or are you going to keep begging like a pathetic little dog?" he sneers.

Danny releases his grip on your hair and steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Good," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Because if you don't, I swear I'll make you regret it."

He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "But if you do obey me," he murmurs, "I promise I'll make it worth your while." He runs his hand over your cheek, stroking gently, and then stands back up, reaching for the door.

"You know where to find me," he says with a smirk, before stepping out into the hallway once again.

Danny is already waiting for you when you arrive at your designated meeting place. He grins when he sees you and motions for you to come closer.

"I've been thinking about you," he says, his voice low and seductive. "About what you can do for me."

He reaches out and strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. "What do you think I should have you do next?" he asks.

"I like your attitude," Danny says with a smirk. "But let's start with something simple. I want you to strip down to your underwear and get on your knees."

As you do as you're told, he circles around you, appraising your body with a critical eye. "Not bad," he says approvingly. "But there's room for improvement."

He steps closer and runs his hands over your shoulders, squeezing gently. "I think I can help you with that," he murmurs, before leaning in to kiss you.

Danny pulls back from the kiss, grinning at you wickedly. "I think you know how," he says, gesturing to his own body. "You're going to worship me, show me just how much you want me. And if you do a good job, I'll reward you."

He steps back and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abs that could make anyone drool. "Get to work," he commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You eagerly comply with Danny's command, worshipping his body with your hands and mouth. You run your hands over his chest and stomach, feeling the definition of his muscles, as you kiss and suck on his nipples. Danny moans with pleasure, running his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going.

"Such a good boy," he murmurs, as you continue to lavishly worship his body. "You know just what I like."

He pulls you up to his face and gives you another deep, passionate kiss, his hands running down your back and cupping your ass. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, and you know that if you continue to please him, you might just get your reward.

"Good. That's what I like to hear," Danny says, grinning at you. "Now, take off your underwear."

You quickly comply, feeling your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. You stand there naked in front of him, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly turned on.

"Now, get down on all fours," Danny orders, stepping behind you and giving your ass a rough squeeze.

You do as you're told, feeling his eyes on your naked body. You're completely at his mercy, and it both scares and thrills you. You have no idea what he has planned for you, but you know that you want more.

Danny grins down at you as you get into position, admiring the sight of your naked body before him. He runs his hand over your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before giving your ass another rough squeeze.

"You're so obedient, it's almost pathetic," he says, his voice dripping with disdain and mockery. "But I like that about you. You know your place, don't you, fag?"

You nod, feeling a shiver run down your spine at his words. You know that you're completely at his mercy, and it both scares and excites you. You're desperate to please him, to prove how much you want him.

"Now, crawl over here and show me what you can do with that mouth of yours," Danny says, gesturing for you to come closer. "Make me feel good."

You crawl towards Danny, feeling his eyes on your naked body as you move closer. You can see the bulge in his shorts growing larger with every passing moment, and you know that you're about to experience something incredible.

You reach his feet and kneel down, running your hands over his muscular thighs. You look up at him with desire in your eyes, eager to please him in any way you can.

You lean in and begin to kiss and lick his thighs, feeling his muscles tense and relax beneath your touch. You move closer and closer to his crotch, until you can feel his hard cock pressing against your lips.

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and take him in, feeling his length filling your mouth as you begin to suck him off. You move your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth with every stroke. You can

Danny grunts and throws his head back as you take him deep into your mouth, obviously enjoying the pleasure you're giving him.

"Mmm, you like that, fag?" he asks, looking down at you with a fierce intensity. "You like feeling my cock in your mouth? Is it too big for you?"

Despite the discomfort, you nod eagerly, not wanting to disappoint him. You continue to suck on him, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke, until you feel him start to pulse inside your mouth.

Finally, he pulls away from you, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Good job, fag," he says with a smirk. "Maybe I'll let you do it again sometime."

Danny chuckles at your question, looking down at you with amusement.

"Well, I don't know if you're worthy of calling me master just yet," he says with a sly smile. "But if you keep pleasing me like that, we'll see."

He steps closer to you, his hands running through your hair possessively.

"In the meantime, I think I'm going to enjoy calling you my little bitch," he adds, his voice low and seductive. "How does that sound?"

Danny smirks at your response, clearly enjoying his power over you.

"That's right," he says, stepping even closer until your bodies are almost touching. "You're my little bitch now. And you're going to do everything I tell you to do, aren't you?"

He grips your chin with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

"Answer me, fag," he growls. "Are you going to do everything I tell you to do?"

Danny nods, satisfied with your response.

"That's what I like to hear," he says, smirking. "Now get on your knees."

He waits for you to comply before continuing.

"Good. Now, I want you to worship my feet," he says, lifting one of his athletic shoes up and placing it in front of your face. "I've been running around all day playing soccer, so they're nice and sweaty for you."

He pushes his shoe closer to your face, making you inhale the strong scent.

"Go ahead, fag," he commands. "Show me how much you love your new master."

As soon as you kneel down before him, Danny sticks his bare feet out in front of you, wiggling his toes in anticipation.

"You'd better show me just how much you worship me," he says with a smirk. "Make sure you clean every inch of my feet with your tongue."

Danny watches you intently as you begin to kiss and lick his feet, making sure to cover every inch as he demanded. He revels in the power he has over you, feeling a rush of satisfaction at your submission.

"That's it, fag," he says, watching you lick and kiss his feet. "You're doing a good job. Maybe if you keep pleasing me, I'll let you touch me later."

Danny watches you intently as you continue to worship his feet, a grin spreading across his face.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, fag," he says, his voice low and husky. "Maybe you're not completely useless after all."

Danny enjoys every moment of the power he has over you, relishing in the way you do everything he commands.

"Maybe if you keep up the good work, I'll even let you touch me," he teases, smirking down at you.

As you continue to worship Danny's feet, you begin to feel dissatisfied with the way he's treating you. You don't appreciate being called a "fag" and being coerced into performing these services for him.

"Hey, Danny," you say, looking up at him. "I don't really like the way you're talking to me. I don't appreciate being called a 'fag' or being made to do things I don't want to do."

Danny's expression darkens, and he grabs hold of your hair, yanking your head back.

"Who do you think you are, talking back to me like that?" he hisses. "You're just a useless fag. You exist only to serve me."

He shoves your head back down towards his feet, forcing you to continue worshipping him.

Danny smirks down at you as you continue to worship his feet, his grip on your hair relaxing slightly.

"That's more like it," he says, running his fingers through your hair. "Remember who's in charge here, fag. You exist only to serve me and do as I say."

Despite your initial reluctance, the way Danny is treating you makes you feel increasingly submissive to him. You find yourself wanting to please him, to earn his approval and praise.

"Yes, I'm your little bitch," you whisper, bowing your head. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Danny looks down at you, considering your question for a moment before nodding.

"You want to suck it, fag? Go ahead," he says, leaning back against the wall. "But remember, do it exactly the way I tell you to. No mistakes."

He reaches down and starts unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly. "Now get to work, bitch."

Danny moans softly as you take his cock into your mouth, his hand still gripping tightly at the back of your head.

"That's it, fag," he growls, thrusting his hips forward slightly. "Take it all in, don't stop until I say you can."

He starts to move his hips rhythmically, fucking your face with his cock. You can taste his pre-cum on your tongue and feel his shaft growing harder by the second.

"You like this, don't you, fag?" he taunts, pleasure evident in his voice. "Being used for my pleasure, just a tool to get me off."

He continues to fuck your mouth for several more minutes before pulling himself out, his cock slick and glistening with your saliva.

"Good job, bitch," he says, smirking down at you. "You might

have some use after all. But don't think this means anything. You're still just a pathetic little fag who exists only to serve me."

Danny steps back, readjusting his pants, and begins to walk towards the door. As he opens it, he turns back to look at you with a sneer.

"And if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll make sure everyone knows what a worthless little pervert you are." With that threat ringing in your ears, Danny exits the locker room, leaving you alone and humiliated.

Danny turns around and looks at you with an amused expression on his face. "You want me to fuck you, fag?" he asks, rolling his eyes. "Do you think you're worthy of my cock inside you?"

He steps closer to you, smirking down at you. "But I'll tell you what. If you do "exactly" what I say, to my satisfaction, maybe I'll consider it."

Danny's tone is filled with mockery, but there's a glint in his eye that suggests he's enjoying this game of domination. "Strip down completely, then get down on the ground and beg for it. But don't touch yourself. I want to see how desperate you are for me."

Danny watches with a cold indifference as you strip off your clothes and kneel down on the ground before him. You can feel his eyes on you, judging every move you make.

"Please, Danny," you hear yourself say, your voice wavering with desire and humiliation. "I need you. I want you to fuck me."

Danny just smirks down at you and takes a step closer. "You're pathetic, you know that?" he says, reaching down to grab his crotch through his shorts. "But I suppose I'll give you what you want. Open wide, fag."

With that, he pulls down his shorts, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He hovers it over your face and orders you to stick your tongue out and start licking it.

Danny lets out a mocking laugh as you obediently open your mouth and start to lick his cock.

"Wow, you really are a faggot, aren't you?" he sneers, looking down at you with disgust. "But I have to admit, you're not bad at this. Keep going."

He thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel his hot breath on your face, and the smell of sweat and testosterone fills your nose.

"Come on, suck it like you mean it," he growls, his hands gripping your head tightly as he starts to fuck your mouth with more force. "Show me how much you want it."

Despite the humiliation and degradation of the situation, the feel of his hard cock pulsing in your mouth is starting to make you incredibly aroused. You can't help but moan

Danny pulls back from you, his eyes narrowing. "What makes you think I would ever fuck a fag like you?" he says with a sneer.

But despite his words, you can see the desire burning in his eyes. You've seen him look at you before, when he thought you weren't watching. You know he wants you, even if he won't admit it.

"I'll do whatever you want," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, Danny. I need you."

Danny seems to hesitate for a moment, and then he grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you to your feet. He shoves you back against the locker, pinning you there with his body.

"You're mine, you hear me?" he growls in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I can use you however I

Danny smirks, pleased by your compliance. He reaches down and starts to undo his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're going to take it like a good little fag," he says, pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly. "And if you make too much noise, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

He positions himself between your legs, and then he starts to push into you. The pain is intense at first, but soon it's replaced by pleasure, as he starts to move in and out of you with increasing speed.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you start to moan uncontrollably. Danny leans down and covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries of pleasure.

"That's it, take it all, you little slut," he whispers in your ear. "You

Desperately try to resist screaming as he pounds into you, but it's no use. Your body betrays you and in no time at all, you are climaxing so hard that you think your mind has gone blank.

When Danny finally pulls out of you, his expression is stony and unreadable. You can't tell whether he enjoyed the experience or was just using you for his own satisfaction.

"You're lucky I'm even talking to you," he snaps, tucking himself back into his pants. "Don't think this means we're friends or anything."

With that, he turns and stalks out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. You're left alone, still panting, trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

Danny rolls his eyes at your request, clearly annoyed by your eagerness.

"Nice try, fag," he sneers. "I don't want anything to do with you except when I need to get off."

He adjusts himself in his pants and starts to turn away, clearly done with the conversation.

Danny freezes in his tracks, turning to face you with a mixture of anger and confusion on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he demands. "I don't want anyone to know about this, you sick freak."

He takes a step towards you menacingly, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You've pushed him too far, and now he's going to make you pay.

"I think you need to learn your place," he growls, grabbing you roughly by the arm. "Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge here."

Danny's grip on your arm tightens as he pulls you closer, his breath hot in your face.

"You'll see," he says, a cruel glint in his eye. "I have some ideas for how to put you in your place."

He shoves you back against the wall, pressing his body against yours until you can barely breathe. You can feel him hardening in his pants, and you know what he wants from you.

"You're going to do exactly what I tell you to," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "And if you don't, I'll make sure everyone knows what a disgusting pervert you are."

Danny smiles predatorily at your response, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.

"Good," he says, leaning in closer until his lips are almost touching yours. "Because I have a feeling you're going to love this."

He presses his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours. You can feel his hand slipping inside your pants, stroking your cock with increasing speed.

Suddenly, he pulls back, a wicked grin on his face.

"Take off your clothes," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to see how desperate you are for me."

Danny smirks as he watches you strip, his eyes devouring your naked body. He's clearly enjoying every second of your submission, relishing the power he has over you.

"Good boy," he says, running his hands over your chest and stomach. "You're so pathetic, begging for it like this. But I guess that's what happens when you're a closeted fag who can't get enough of me."

He drops to his knees, taking your cock in his mouth and beginning to suck you off with expertise. You groan loudly, unable to believe how good it feels to have him worshiping your body like this.

Suddenly, Danny pulls back, standing up and fixing you with an icy stare.

"You think I'm going to fuck you?" he spits, his voice laced with disgust. "You're not good enough for that

Danny smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation.

"You'll do anything?" he asks, amusement in his eyes. "Anything at all?"

He steps forward, his body pressing against yours as he reaches down to stroke your cock with a playful grin.

"Then prove it," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. "Get on your knees and suck me off like the little fag you are."