America’s most famous quarterback, and multiple Super Bowl winner ends up as a Chinese reporter’s Mugou (bitch). My thanks once again to Dave for giving me some insights on attitudes and patiently providing me with Chinese words to randomly distribute through the story.
“Who’s the real Bart Ranger though? Is he the famous, powerful quarterback that his thousands of fans are jerking off to?” I asked as I drove my cock harder between those beefy butt cheeks and deep up his shitter. The most famous American football quarterback in the league, stretched out face down on a bench in his team’s locker room. His arms gripping the sides of the bench he was straddling as I fucked the hell out of him. He was still wearing his team’s uniform pants and shoulder pads. I had simply used a pen knife to cut the inseam in his pants so I could fuck him in the very outfit he took pride wearing in front of millions of people.
“Aw fuck dude,” he grunted. “I still have a fucking athletic cup on. My cock and balls are getting pounded into the plastic.”
“You love having your junk trapped while I fuck you and you know it,” I said, as I rammed back into him so hard I could hear the cup smashing against the wooden bench underneath it. “Out there, playing the hero. In public off the field acting like a pussy fucker, but we all know the truth. You’re my bitch. America’s dream boy putting out for my cock. The black-haired, blue-eyed, all-American boy who I have face down, ass up, spreading his pussy wide open for me to fuck? My submissive whore, ready to proclaim to the world he’s been bitched and owned by one of his own fans?” I said knowing such trash talk got him aroused. Early on, I had discovered his secret. Publicly idolized, lavishly praised he secretly got off on being mocked and verbally degraded. The hotshot quarterback, who had a humiliation fetish.
“Oh shit. You wouldn’t tell,” he yelped as he moved his tight, white football uniform clad ass up to meet my strokes. I had to admit. Bart Ranger’s ass was a thing of beauty. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who, when watching him in action on the field, spent more time watching those plump, rump muscles rippling inside his translucent football spandex than watching his hands passing the ball. Bart wasn’t only the best quarterback in the league, he was also America’s newest sex obsession. His handsome image appeared in fashion magazines. He got naked for a pictorial layout with only his helmet covering his more “personal items”. He had a well-built muscular body with a nice covering of dark curly chest hair. In fact, his chest fur had become his trademark. He rarely wore a tie and made sure that his shirt was buttoned low enough to give everybody a good look at it. Recently, a toy company had come out with the “Furry Ranger” teddy bear. Now women, and gay men, could buy their own personal furry Bart Ranger to snuggle up with in bed or, I’m sure do more with it.
“Imagine what they’d all say,” I mocked. “Bart Ranger, the strutting macho poser getting fucked up the ass by a foreigner. Plowed like a bitch in heat in the very locker room where he celebrated his Super Bowl wins. What would your other homophobic teammates think? They’d tell the coach to move you from quarterback to tight end. Although, once my cock gets done with your butthole, you may not qualify for that position either,” I teased as I fucked him harder. I knew the thought of being public exposed both terrified him and got him even more turned-on.
“Oh, fuck you wouldn’t …AH FUCK….that’s it…ram that Chinese meat into me harder…” he bellowed as I tapped his inner bitch button. His powerful torso quivered under me as I increased my prostate screwing. “Yeah dude. That’s it. He scores on my ass.”
Him and his football talk. Although to be fair, I’m the one that insisted on screwing him in his uniform and in his team's locker room. If someone walked in now, it would be hilarious, I thought. The great Bart Ranger. Over 6 feet and 225 pounds of pure muscle getting his ass plowed by a guy from China who’s 5‘8” and 145 pounds. Yet here he was getting screwed. This symbol of western, macho athletic prowess moaning for my Asian cock to bred him. It’s one thing to take advantage of a random weakling. It’s another knowing you’ve bitched out a legend himself. Such a fucking powerful feeling. “Here it comes,” I howled as the first spurts of my spunk gushed into him.
Ah fuck… popping your load up my ass. Oh, fuck, I can feel your juices punching into me…making me pregnant with Chinese babies,” he yelped.
“Gonna drill you so bad and shoot so much of my cum up your ass, the back of your throat’s gonna taste it,” I yelled as I felt more hot waves of my cream flooding their way up from my balls, into my shaft, then filling insides.” As he screamed in pleasure, I unloaded into him.
“Dude…son of a bitch… You’re seeding me…you’re fucking seeding me…TOUCHDOWN,” Bart loudly bellowed. “Oh, fuck I’m coming in my own cup too,” he yelped as his entire body quivered.
I could feel his anal muscles clenching around my cock, which only encouraged me to shoot more of my load into my American boy’s sweet pussy. When I finally pulled out, I was drained. I sat on the bench, looking at the most famous rear end in football right in front of me. Bart lay splayed out on the bench moaning. His powerful arms and legs were draped down on both sides of the bench. A wet spot started appearing around the slit in his football uniform. I smiled, seeing the evidence of my spunk staining his uniform’s ass.
After a few minutes, Bart struggled to his feet. “I mean holy fuck dude, you really put it to me this time,” he said a quivering voice. He slowly faced me. I could see a wet ring around his crotch area, where the spunk he’d shot had oozed out over the edges of his athletic cup. His handsome face had that all too familiar “just fucked look” too. I pointed down at my cock. “Well?”
Bart Ranger, star quarterback and three-time Super Bowl winner, dropped to his knees and shuffled over, his eyes firmly locked on my shaft. He knew what was required. Silently, he leaned forward and took my cum-covered dick between those full lips. I watched as he slobbered and slurped, using his tongue to clean me off. Yeah , I thought. I really did make him a pussy or was it a case where I just brought out what he always was inside?
OK, so I guess I got ahead of the story. So how did it happen, right? How did this smaller, less muscular Chinese guy, flip and pussy a bigger, muscular, all-American hero? It started like this…
*****
Bart Rangers football team had been scheduled to play an exhibition game in China against a local team. As far as I was concerned, the sporting event was the usual bullshit of a version of ping-pong diplomacy. The result of who would win was clear. Bart’s team were multiple Super Bowl winners. Football is not popular here, so our players were hardly professionals. Our national pride would take a beating, but I guess diplomacy is sometimes letting the other guy win. The ‘family’ sent me on a mission using the cover of serving as his tour guide while he did a pregame goodwill tour of China a few weeks before the actual game. I jumped at the opportunity.
I had no real use for American culture or their usual arrogance, especially as typified by Bart Ranger. However, I was not about to pass up that assignment. I went there, determined that, one way or the other, I would do the mission but also bang the most famous ass in America. Him and his team were going to kick my country’s team butt, so I was determined to nail his for payback. Like others in my country, I felt the West in general and America in particular, had taken whatever they wanted from my country. Taking the famed Bart Ranger’s anal cherry would be justified. What gave me further incentive was the fact that many on Bart’s team were notorious supporters of certain groups on the right who were not fans of the gay community. Bart, always aware of his image, never overtly took any particular position on gay rights. His message was more subtle. During interviews he always talked about having good family values. Together with his best friend on the team, wide receiver, Jackson Casey, they were poster boys for the right wing’s ideas of American superiority and morality. Of course, my sources told me that morality, didn’t stop Bart or Jackson from creating the ‘playing to lay em’ game. The rules had both men keeping a score card showing who fucked the most women in one-night stands during a season. So, making Bart my bitch was justifiable. But let me get down to how I did it.
*****
My meeting with Bart, before the press joined us at his hotel in Beijing, went very well. He came in wearing his trademark open neck shirt to show off his chest hair. I found him to be the typically arrogant American believing he was doing China a favor by coming. When discussed the upcoming game, he assured me that, “It really won’t be any contest. Your team’s will lose but, I’ll try to keep the score down, so they are not humiliated.”
Throughout the initial meeting, part of my mind was thinking of how I was going to be able to work out my plan. Happily, he provided me with just the opportunity.
“Listen. We’re good friend right. I mean, you seem cool,” he said to me after the press had gone leaving just the two of us in the hotel room.
“I respect you. Being called your friend is an honor,” I replied thinking the opposite
“Yeah, good friends,” he stated giving his patented grin. “So, your friend needs some help. Where can I go to get my rocks off in this place?”
“Well, Beijing is known for its night life, but it’s too traditional,” I told him. “However, if you’re seeking something more untraditional, a bit more decadent in terms of partying, then the city of Chongqing is the place to go. “
“So, let’s grab a limo drive off there,” he said
“Unfortunately, it’s not as easy to go places in my country. We would need a special travel permit. That city is not on your tour schedule, but I can make sure it’s placed on it.”
“Good,” he laughed.
“Again, unfortunately, we wouldn’t get there until you came to that part of China. I fear we’re talking about nine days till we’d arrive.”
Bart’s looked shocked. “You mean I can’t get any Chinese pussy for nine days?”
“I’m afraid so. You’re just going to have to hold off on ‘getting Chinese pussy’ until then.”
“Can you arrange some…you know…right now…man, my little Bart hasn’t gone without a fuck more than twenty-four hours ever since I fucked my high school teacher in my freshman year,” he said.
“Women here are very traditional. They don’t engage in what you Americans like to call one-night stands,” I explained. “However, there is no restriction on enjoying liquid refreshments.”
“Fuck. If it can't happen then okay. I’ll need drinks… lead the way buddy” Bart grumbled.
We spent the rest of the night drinking it. I had to listen to stories about his numerous conquests, and how he and his teammate, Jackson, were tight friends. As Bart got more intoxicated, his discussion about ‘his best bud Jackson indicated to me that unconsciously, the boastfully heterosexual American quarterback might not realize he was attracted to his friend.
“In action Jackson is a thing of beauty. When he and I are playing our sex game, there’s no girl that’s safe. Have you seen him naked in the locker room? I’m telling you that guy is all muscle whose built like a brick shit house. The girls go crazy over him. I've seen that package he carries. The bitches…damn, they go wild over it. I’ve seen him fuck too.” He leaned in stinking of whiskey and whispered. “I can't blame them. Jackson knows how to make them wet with it. Good old blonde, haired blue-eyed Southern boy too. Honey could melt in his mouth. I swear Davey gives me some rather stiff competition. Looks for to die for too,” Bart, his face flushed, said.
As he relayed this, I noticed his hand stray down to lightly massage his crotch. A slight swelling occurred. I filed that away.
The next morning, he was a little worse for wear. I showed him around the city, taking in the usual tourist sites. He was smiling and nodding while signing autographs. I could see that the attention really stroked his ego. Later that night, I told him that we had received permission to see Chongqing.
“Great buddy. I know what you said about women here, but I’ll try my luck,” he laughingly told me. “My fucking balls are blue.”
It was amusing to see Bart try to seduce various young ladies only to fail in every single endeavor. I had told him that premarital sex was not something proper women did here. By the time we arrived in Chongqing, he was in sexual heat. It appeared it was true. He’d never gone this long without having sex.
“I hope this place was up to what you told me,” he eagerly joked on our first night in Chongqing as our taxi drove into an out-of-the-way neighborhood.
“Oh, I think you will find it is quite the place,” I replied. Even in a city known for its wild nightlife, the Café of the Blue Lotus Flower was infamous. It was a hangout for people engaged in all forms of sexual encounters. We entered into a large room make to look like a tropical garden. Tables were set up between flowering trees. Along the sides were small alcoves with booths that had curtains which could be drawn to ensure privacy. The lighting was just bright enough to see where you were going but no brighter. A slim woman in a long satin gown was softly singing on a small stage at the back. Off to one side, was an ornately carved teak bar. Behind it were multiple bottles, containing varied bottles of multi-hued liquids glistened in overhead pin lights. Various couples of both sexes were seated at tables drinking or kissing while servers of both sexes, wearing only thongs, moved around to serve them
“Holy fuck,” Bart whispered as we were escorted to his side booth. “This is fucking fantastic. I’m getting laid right?”
I nodded. “You will be laid,” I assured him. I had already made arrangements with the management. We had no sooner been seated when a waitress came by to serve us the famous Blue Lotus Cocktails .
He gave her his patented grin and gulped down the beverage. He glanced over at me. No offense man, but this seems like a pretty weak drink.”
I smiled knowing that the reason why this drink was so famous was because of the various ingredients in it. The combination delivers a punch to the brain to loosen inhibitions while heightening stimulations to erogenous zones. The effect would only take a few minutes to hit him. The management was under instructions to “keep the drinks flowing to the American.”
As instructed another quickly drink was delivered by scantily clad young woman. Bart gave her his patented grin and moved so his unbuttoned shirt opened a bit more to show off his chest hair. He took the drink and quickly downed it. She laughed, then snapped her fingers. Another scantily clad girl came with yet another Blue Lotus cocktail. The two of them giggled and flirted as he consumed it. Another was provided and again, he gulped it down to impress them.
I watched as his face grew flush while his pupils dilated. “Dude, I feel like I do when I use poppers.”
I will confess that remark did surprise me. Not that he was feeling the effects of the cocktails, but the all-American hero, who was constantly boasting about morality, used poppers. Once more I filed that information away for future use.
He looked over at me, trying to focus. “Buddy, I love the place, but where can you go to fuck?” He crudely slurred. “I have the worst case of boo balls… I mean blue balls.” He began laughing over his verbal mistake.
He was ready! I raised my hand to signal to the management. Instantly, another two voluptuous young Chinese girls, wearing just a thong, came to the table. “They have a special place we can go there right now,” I said. Bart, his eyes fixated on their chests, grinned, and got up. By now, the effects of the drink were really hitting him. He weaved his way through the various tables, as he followed the young girls. As he stumbled behind them, he displayed a noticeable bulge in his crotch. Numerous patrons looked at him, then it me, and nodded.
The girls and I got him into a side room, whose walls were lined with mirrors. I left for a few seconds to allow the young ladies to strip him. Upon my return, I was only wearing a mask. A drunk Bart, his cock erect, stood by the bed trying to grab one of the young ladies. I went over and directed him to lay back down onto the bed. “Fucking mirrors,” he laughed as he reached down to stroke his cock. What he didn’t realize was that they were two-way mirrors. On the other side we’re paying patrons, ready to see a very interesting sex show.
“So, when does the fucking start?” he asked as he continued to stroke his erection.
“In our country it is necessary for us to first demonstrate what we wish these young ladies to do,” I stated. I reached out to let my fingers gently caress his nutsack.
“What the fuck, man. Hands off my balls,” he softly told me. “I don’t want some guy ball playing.” Despite his protesting, he did nothing to stop me from fondling his sack. “I’m not sure if this is…fuck that feels great,” he suddenly groaned. He spread his two powerful further legs apart, letting my hand have even more access to his hairy pouch. “Damn …making my baby makers...fucking feel great,” he sputtered as he stroked his erection.
His balls were full and hung low. As I manually manipulated them, he was groaning with pleasure. I reached out with my other hand to join his hand that was still pumping his cock.
“Yeah, milk me, dude,” he whimpered as he released his grip to let me take over masturbating him. “This feels so fucking good.”
By now the intoxication and arousal stimulation from the drinks he’d consumed, coupled with his pent-up need for sexual release, had taken hold of him. “I can do other things to make you feel better,” I whispered.
A bleary-eyed Bart lifted his head and gazed down at me. “Then fucking do it man,” he laughed as his head flopped back down onto the bed.
I signaled to the ladies who bowed gently and left the room. Before one left, she handed me a bottle of lubricant. As I stroked a now purring Bart, I gently lubricated one finger. “Bart get your legs a bit farther apart,” I told him. To my delight, he did as I instructed. Slowly, I eased my finger into the valley between his butt cheeks. I probed deep until I reached my goal. His ring area was hot and moist. I could feel its circular muscles. I gently swirled my finger around the entrance while jerking him off.
“Oh, fuck man that feels amazing,” he sighed. Bart spread his legs farther apart. His shaft had begun to really leak making jerking him off even easier.
I didn’t want him to climax yet. Using Chinese pressure points techniques, I edged him enough to keep Bart in heat but, not enough so he could ejaculate. I enjoyed the sight of this macho American squirming like a mogou under my manual stimulations. Once I was sure he was fully aroused, I slipped my finger past his now looser ring. His body jumped bit as it entered him. However, he took getting his first pegging without a complaint.
“Damn. I never knew having your ass workout could be so…fuck…my cock is rock hard,” he grunted. By now, I had my finger deep inside of him. As I slowly moved it in and out, my actions were accompanied by his moans of pleasure. He began to grind his crotch on the surface of the bed.
“Why did you stop,” he whined like some teenager when I pulled my finger out to lubricate my other fingers.
“Do not worry,” I assured him. I reinserted that finger and another into him.
“Oh yeah man fuck yeah,” he loudly yelped as they thrust deeply into his anus. His strong muscular body squirmed and twitched as my fingers did their job. By the time I was able to finger fuck him with a third finger, he was panting in arousal and energetically fucking the bed. Then my macho jock said the magic words.
“Shit,” he grunted. “Dude, whatever you’re doing in my butt is fucking great. Can you go any deeper?”
‘Turnover on your stomach mogou ,” I sharply said. “I promise you deeper.” I watched as Bart, without any protest, quickly flipped over onto his stomach. He spread his legs far apart.
“Go in deep,” he pleaded. “You were touching something in me. I loved it. Shit I was close to shooting. Man, you gotta bang whatever it is…go at it hard.”
I smiled as I lubricated my own erection. “In China we always give a guest what they request,” I said as I slowly eased my rod into his hole.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” he shouted as I pushed in and popped his cherry. “What the fuck man,” he wailed.
“Relax it only hurts for a minute. Trust me,” I said as I began to slowly screw his butt.
“Hell…what the fuck…is that your fucking dick…you're going to split me open,” he moaned even while he was grinding his shaft on the bed.
At one point I was worried that he was going to get up and toss me out of his ass. He bucked under me, but it never went that far. Then, I found exactly what my I was looking for. The head of my cock ran across his prostate. Instantly Bart’s whining protests ceased.
“Oh damn…oh damn…oh fuck…fucking don’t stop. Yeah, keep doing it,” he started screeching. “Fucking deeper.”
I smiled. I had no intention of stopping and every intent to go deeper too. I kept up a steady motion. The soft tightness of his inner ass lining, combined with his increasingly loud bellows of pleasure, filled me with my own sexual excitement. I was fucking a football legend, and he was pleading for more.
“Fucking tap it. Shove that bastard in me man… my ass…whatever it is you’re hitting me… tap it damn it,” he begged. He was a bitch in heat.
“You like Asian cock?” I grunted as I screwed him.
“I’ve never been hotter,” he sobbed. “I’m getting fucked…a fucking cock is in my ass.”
“Should I stop?” I asked though I had no intention of doing it.
“FUCK NO,’ he shouted. “Shove that meat up my shitter.”
His larger more muscular body gyrated and bucked under me. At one point, I felt like I was riding my own personal stallion. His anal ring contracted and relaxed on my shaft at various points of my screwing. Our bodies were covered in sweat. The pungent scent of our sexual coupling filled my lungs. I was relentless.
He had always been spouting football terms to me. I decided to turn the tables on him. “China has the ball,” I yelled. He’s running the field.”
“Fuck,” Bart cried out as I increased my thrust.
“He’s at the 40,” I laughed.
“Aw fuck. He’s driving it,” Bart yelped.
“Now the 30. Yes, he’s now at the 20,” I mockingly shouted.
“Fucking going to score!” Bart moaned as he lifted his butt slightly giving me a better downward fuck into him.
“He made into the end zone to score!” I hollered.
SPIKING THE BALL,” I cried out. “THE QUARTERBACK IS SACKED!”
“I’ve been sacked,” he bawled. He quickly lost it. Speaking gibberish, he rapidly rammed his cock up and down the surface until, at one point, he suddenly he cried out.
“Shit. I gotta pop my wad, man,” Bart hollered. His entire body went rigid and then began to shake. As he did, his anal canal muscles tightened around my cock.
“Fucking take it,” I yelled as I lost control and began to climax.” Breeding you.”
As my first spurts of cum hit his inner guts, he let out a large bellowing howl. “Fucking emptying my nuts man. I’m fucking emptying my fucking nuts as you cream into me,” he roared as he thrust his crotch down hard on the bed.
Once I finished, I collapsed on top of him. I could see a growing wet stain on the sheets appearing from under his crotch. I smiled thinking about how the great Bart Ranger had shot his load while getting fucked. I nodded at one of the mirrors. Immediately, curtains descended from the ceiling covering them.
Bart lay on the table bed with a contented smile on his face. “I never thought I’d blow my nuts with a cock up my ass. Fuck, I need more of that buddy.”
“Oh, you will get more and soon. I promise you,” I happily assured him as I got off his body. I walked out of the room taking off the mask. Outside the manager was waiting. “Did you get it all on film?” I asked.
“Yes. The customers are very happy as well. I would say that the Honorable Hai Li scored, what the American say? Ah yes…a true touchdown,” he laughed before adding, “I have a few well-endowed patrons who would like to…” he paused and smiled, “pay for the opportunity to have a personal touchdown too.”
I nodded. “By all means permit it. I think it would be disrespectful to deny my host this request.”
“The honor is ours, I assure you. Please give your grandfather my respect,” he replied while handing me an envelope. “I appreciate the opportunity his honorable grandson has given to me. May this unworthy gift reflect my gratitude.”.
“I would prefer if my grandfather did not know about my… appearance,” I told him. Any gossip could have consequences.”
The manager you gave me a knowing look. “As you have said, so it shall be. Shall we continue with the American?”
I took a seat in the room and watched two rather well-endowed Chinese men feed Bart more Blue Lotus Cocktails before going on to screw his butt. By the morning, with his hole leaking Asian jism. The sheets under him were drenched with the multiple orgasms he had produced during every fucking.
I got a fucked over and drunk on his ass, Bart, back to the hotel and left him in his bed. That night I received a call from him asking if we could meet in his room. I debated whether to go. I wondered if there would be some vengeance being planned. Still, honor required I not show fear. Upon my arrival, to my surprise, he had a sheepish look on his face.
“Listen about what happened at the Blue Lotus Café ,” he mumbled making sure to avoid my gaze. “I was very drunk. The things I did in that room.” He stopped and looked up at me.
“Whatever happens at the café, it’s well known that it stays at the café,” I told him.
He blushed. “I was out of it for sure. Not so out of it I didn’t know you were the guy that fucked me the first time,” he said. “The thing is…” he stopped to glance out the window and continued. “I’m wondering if maybe we could go back and…” he turned to look at me and took a deep breath. “What happened was so… so…shit. I never knew getting fucked could be so hot. Aw fuck. What I’m asking is can you…we…do it again?”
I suppressed my surprise. From his conversations about Jackson, I thought that there might be a possibility that Bart might have a repressed side to a sexuality. It appeared last night fun had opened his sexual gates. “I’m here to serve you as your guide,” I replied. “Get out of your clothes and get on the bed American.”
Bart, his trademark smile still intact, nodded and stripped. As instructed, he laid face down on the bed. “I’m ready, he mumbled as he spread his legs.”
I quickly undressed. I went to his bathroom and found some lotion to apply on my fingers and cock. I also found a bottle of poppers. I returned and handed it to him. “Start sniffing,” I instructed. I watched as Bart took multiple hits from the poppers. His face took on that familiar flush of sexual arousal. His eyes soon had a glassy look. I took the bottle from him. Legs spread wide, I got between them and started my finger fucking.
“Yeah, work my ass man,” He grunted in pleasure as I fingered out his hole. “I want it in me. You know what I’m asking.”
“Tell me what you want and be respectful about it,” I instructed, adopting that smug attitude that he had always shown towards me. I let another finger slip into him and tap his prostate.
“Ah shit,” he cried out as his muscled torso twitched on my fingers. “Would you please fuck me,” he sobbed.
“Respect,” I reminded him.
“Sir please fuck me,” he wailed as he began humping the bed. I grinned as I prepared him for the days of ass-fucking he would soon experience.
By the time his visit was over Bart Ranger was a changed man. He had gone from someone who sought out women in order to fuck them, into a submissive cock craving mugou. When it was time for him to leave, he asked if I could accompany him back to the United States. He told the authorities it was so that I could do a story on how they prepared for the game.
Back home he was my total obedience fuck-boy. It seemed Bart couldn’t get enough of my Asian cock. He especially liked it when I fucked him, as I was doing now, geared up and ass up in his team’s locker room. Did I mention, I decided I wanted my mugou shaved? The day after we arrived in the U.S., he stood in front of me, crying, as I lathered his chest and pubes and brought out my razor.
He had hated having his chest and public hair stripped off him. “Fuck man what will people think?” He whined as he watched the razor swiping every strand off him. Yet, thanks to the vibrating dildo I’d shoved up his butt, he was too aroused to fight me on it. In fact, as I scrapped his balls clean, he actually shot a load. Maybe his toy company will now put out a hairless Ranger bear?
*****
“You're totally horny, aren't you?” I teased as I thrust into his hole. It has barely been twenty-four hours since we arrived back in China to play. He was still trying to get used to having his chest and pubic area completely shorn of hair. When I did it, I wondered what he’d say to his teammates when he changed in the locker room. However, quite frankly, I couldn’t care less. I liked how smooth he was as I was screwing him. Many fans went out and grabbed razors and started shaving so they could emulate their hero. He’d gotten a lot of grief from his teammates, though not from Jackson.
“He told me it made my muscles, pop,” Bart later told me. “He said he could feel the definition as he ran his hands across my chest and abs.”
Naturally I didn’t tell him my thoughts about Jackson literally feeling him up.
“Tell me how horny you are for my Asian dick,” I rasped as he squirmed under me.
“Fucking horny, yes,” Bart moaned as he wiggled back to get more of my shaft deeper into him. My ass craves a pounding.
“Completely controlled by your cock and poppers, huh.”
“Yes. I need it so bad. Speaking of poppers,” he moaned he grabbed a nearby bottle of poppers he’d managed to smuggle into China. He sniffed. “Holy fuccc…” he gasped as it hit him. He took another few sniffs. “Yeah,” he laughed. “Now plow daddy’s ass.”
“Are you sure you want to take so many hits? I asked. “I know it makes our fucking you incredibly arousing. However, you have a game tomorrow.”
“Fuck the game,” he laughed as he took another hit. “The league is paying me shit to do it. The bastards are using ‘for the country’ excuse to low ball me on money. Fuck that shit. I love money…well after getting screwed by your cock that is.”
True. After all this time he truly was a cock hound. Suddenly I had an idea on how to cap my revenge.
“How would you like to fuck them, fuck the game they forced on you, and make a shit load of money to boot?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He gasped as I hit his prostate really hard. “FUCK YES. TAP MY PUSSY,” He cried out in pleasure.
I smiled at how, after a bit of reluctance, he’d taken to my instructions to call his butthole a pussy. I'd given him some bullshit explanation that Asian guys fucked better when their partner called his hole a pussy. The arrogant idiot swallowed the whole lie. “You let the Chinese team win. The triad has money on them. If they win, it’s a big payday for us both. If you agree I'll promise you the best sex of your life. The triad as access to the best Asian boys, any age you want. Think of the cocks ready to service you.” I ground my shaft deeper into him.
“TAP IT!” Bart howled.
“It's one game. Show them no one fucks with you. You fuck them.”
“Money and Asian dick huh,” he grunted as he thrust his famed rump back onto my shaft. “What the fuck. Okay fuck them…damn…fuck me. What the fuck it’s just a game…hit it…yeah…bitch my pussy…sure I'll toss it,” he wailed as I rode him.
There it was, I thought He’d been torn from his pedestal. Guided by the organ between his legs and not between his ears. Up until now I had been simply fucking a legend. Now was just like any other guizi loser with a cock up his butt. He was ready to take the leap go into a place where there was no going back. I had been the one to bitch and break the great Bart Ranger. The one who had leashed him subjugated him. Basically, when he went through with it, I'd own his ass. My American mugou . I had completed my grandfather's mission while accomplishing my own. For the next hour, I let him popper up and get the screwing of his life. By morning, he was bleary -eyed and physically wrecked.
“Shit, I feel like shit,” he complained when he opened his eyes. He stumbled out of bed. “My damn ass is sore. I think I pulled a muscle.”
I had to admit he was walking a little funny. I chalked it up plowing him for hours until his hole was a swollen ring. “I have just the thing for you,” I told him. Even though he had agreed to throw the game, I wanted some insurance that it would be accomplished. I handed him a pill containing a special mixture of Chinese herbs. “It'll work wonders.”
“Cool.” He popped it into his mouth. “When will it take effect?
“Don't worry. By the time the game starts, it should work its miracle.” I knew that the miracle would be that it would disorient him. Still, to make sure, I slipped more of it into a cup of coffee. I gave it to him after he finished showering. “See you back after we win to celebrate. By win I mean lose,” he said giving me that patented Bart Ranger smile
Well, you can guess the outcome. To say that he was ‘off his game’ would have been a mild understatement. He constantly fumbled the ball or moved so painfully slow he got sacked multiple times. There were occasions even tossed it too short or too far past his receivers. It wasn't that our guys scored high for a win. They only scored once. Yet, Bart's team was a complete scoreless disaster. I sat among the cheering crowds watching as the dream team Super Bowl winners from America we're literally crushed. Our triad made it financial killing.
When I went to see Bart at his hotel, he was pretty dejected. His teammates were blaming him for the loss. “I wanted to lose but I didn’t want to look like a loser. Shit they laughed at me. Jackson was furious at me.”
“I know what you need I said as I handed him my poppers. You need a good role in the hay in the sack,” I replied. His mention of Jackson made me smile because I’d had an idea for tonight that was going to involve him.
“I think I got sacked enough this afternoon,” he grumbled as he took hit after hit from the bottle. He gazed at me with eyes showing he was feeling no pain. He watched as I stripped and stroked my erection. “I guess getting plowed from behind by you wouldn't be such a bad thing,” he giggled as he quickly began to strip off.
*****
I suppose, having arranged for Bart to lose the game, should’ve been sufficient. If I was just seeking to get honor payback for my country, that would have been sufficient. However, Bart Ranger had, whether intentionally or not, fucked over the gay community. The gay community was going to get payback too. I had made a video of good old Bart in the throes of lust with a dick up his ass. Before I went to his room, I’d passed by the room of his teammate Dave Casey. It contained Bart agreeing to lose the game. I had expected some type of reaction, but not even I was prepared for what came next.
“Don’t stop. Shove it in harder,” Bart was moaning when David Casey burst into the room. He initially looked shocked at the sight of his friend and teammate, ass up and begging for a hard fuck.
“What the fucking hell,” he shouted. I could see the anger building within him. “Son-of-a-bitch it’s all fucking true,” he yelled. “When I saw it, I thought it was faked up.”
“Jackson…it’s not…this isn’t…what you think,” an equally shocked and terrified Bart sputtered. As if being found naked in bed with my dick still up his ass wasn’t exactly what Jackson was thinking.
“You threw the fucking game too?” An enraged Jackson shouted. He gazed at me. “You get the fuck out of the room right now.”
I knew that discretion was the best course in this matter. I quickly pulled out Bart’s ass (he yelped nicely as I did it) grabbed my clothes and left. Of course, I was curious as to what was going to happen. Thankfully, in hotels for foreigners, we have hidden cameras set up to record. Watching the video later was quite enlightening.
Allow me to do a play-by-play.
“Jackson, really I can explain everything,” Bart nervously said as he got off the bed and tried to grab his underwear only to have his friend slap it away.
“Can you explain the part where you agree to throw the fucking game. You made us look like losers and embarrassed the country too,” Jackson said as he grabbed a hold of Bart and gave him a hard slap with his other hand. Bart fell backward onto the bed. “You fucked us for what? For money from a bunch of criminals or to get a bunch of Chinese dicks up your ass?”
“Jackson. Buddy, you need to listen to me.’
“Listen to what?” Dave angrily asked.
“Buddy, try and calm down,” a shaken Bart replied.
“Don’t say buddy. You fucked us…your teammates. You fucked us up just to get a piece of dick. All this time competing for girls when what you really wanted was cock,” Jackson angrily told him. He began to strip. “Well, if it’s dick you want. Try an American one!” Jackson shouted as he dropped his underwear and held out his thick cock.
“What are you doing?” A clearly afraid Bart asked as his teammate while his eyes were fixated on his friend’s crotch.
Jackson, who was rapidly getting erect, moved towards him. “I’m giving my quarterback what he needs,” Jackson coldly replied. “You like throwing balls how about you catch a few. Two balls to be exact,” he stated.
Bart partly rose from the bed and began to protest only to be silenced when Jackson gave him a shot to his stomach. “Oooomph,” he gasped as he flopped back down. “Don’t,” he groaned.
“I’m just giving my “buddy” what he wants,” Jackson said as he flipped Bart over onto his stomach…doggy style…you behaved like a dog in heat…so let’s fuck you like one” He reached under Bart’s waist to haul his torso up onto all fours.
“You wouldn’t…you…MUTHA FUCK!” Bart screeched as Jackson, sporting his impressive fat, thirteen-inch erection, literally rammed it up ‘balls-deep’ his teammate’s butthole.
“Take it you bitch,” Jackson grunted as he violently fucked Bart, who by now was howling in a combination of shock and pain. “Fuck your ass is so sweet,” he said. “Oh, I love it…fuck. Man, your ass…fuck…never thought a guy’s ass…so sweet.” Jackson, obviously showing he was enjoying it, increased his thrusts.
Bart was squirming and objecting until, Jackson hit his bitch spot with his dick. Then, things began to change. “Oh, fuck your dick’s hitting it…my pussy,” Bart sobbed as he was relentlessly pounding by his friend. He stopped struggling. “Fuck,” he groaned as his began humping back onto Jackson’s thrusting shaft.
“Yeah, that’s right bitch. Your pussy taking my cock. You fucking love it too,” Jackson mocked.
“Fuck it. I do Jackson,” he moaned.
“I’m going to tap this ass a lot when we get home. Holy shit Bart. I gotta admit there were times you turned me on. I mean I’m not a fag like you taking it up the butt, but you’ve got a damn tight body. Watching you in our uniform with that ass… so plump… moving on the field. Fuck, I wanted to shove my dick in it more than once. You don’t have to be a faggot to appreciate this ass on you.”
“Shit, I love having your dick up my ass,” Bart shouted. “I fucking love you, man. You’re my best buddy. Pound it…fuck yeah… pounding in me.”
“I’ll fuck you every night. It’s mine now, got it. I’ll pound it every night, I promise,” he bellowed. “Love your tight sweet ass. Who needs a fucking whiny girl when my dick can screw my man’s butt.”
Words between them soon stopped. It replaced by the loud garbled sounds two jocks in a total rutting mode. They howled and fucked like animals; their bodies dripping with sweat until it last….
“Take my juice, dog,” Jackson suddenly screamed as his entire body quaked. “I’m doing it. I'm shooting into our Super Bowl winning quarterback.” His continue crying indicating that he was in the throes of an orgasm.
“Fucking breeding me,” Bart cried out as well. His cock, visibly erect between his legs erupted shooting jism onto the surface of the bed.
Once he was done, Jackson, looking shocked by what he’d said and done, quickly pulled out. Saying nothing, he got to his feet, quickly dressed, leaving a panting Bart lying on the bed.
David Casey was taken into custody by Chinese authorities twenty-four hours later. Thanks to the video which showed him raping Bart Ranger, there was no protest from the American government. In China, we don’t waste a lot of time. His trial was swift. Thanks to an edited video, which eliminated how it soon grew to become consensual, his guilt was obvious. Of course, Bart could have come to his friend’s defense. It His publicity team convinced him to stay silent. As for Jackson, he insisted it ended in consensual sex but, without Bart admitting it, that defense got nowhere. To be frank, I didn’t waste any sympathy for him. My reports indicated that, on more than a few occasions, Jackson’s sexual conquests were not consensual. He received a stiff 40-year sentence where he’d have to do at least 20 years. He currently resides in a facility for violent sexual predators. I hear he’s still playing the position of wide receiver but in an entirely new way for some of our burliest inmates.
As for Bart Ranger, upon his return to the United States, he quickly announced his retirement. He did receive sympathy for being a rape victim. However, when an audio appeared online, that sympathy evaporated. In it he agreed to throw the game for the benefit of a triad gambling ring. He came off as a bastard that didn’t care about his country, just money. There were obvious accompanying sex sounds as well. Being just an audio tape, it was unclear whether he was fucking a woman or, more shocking, a man was fucking him. In the end, it didn’t matter to the American public. He had ruined his reputation.
When the league saw it, they announced that they would have barred him for life if he hadn’t retired. As for his marketing value, nobody wanted to be associated with someone who not only cheated but might have begged to get fucked. The last I heard from my sources in America he had spent all his money to avoid prosecution in China for helping the triad. He was currently dressing up in his football uniform while sexually servicing rich, older men for cash.
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