"Great job, team!" Katarina proudly addressed her ragtag bunch of players after a grueling practice session. "That's more than enough for today, you'd all better rest. We won't beat those
Demacian pansies if we're all tired!" she laughed as she popped open a bottle of champagne, right there on the soccer field. The players all lifted their arms, cried out as if they'd already won, and ran off the field screaming like rabid fans.
...Well, most of them did, anyway. Akali sighed and headed to the locked room, shaking her head the whole way. Something just didn't feel right. True, the team had been performing great in practice all this week. But practice was just practice. The real thing was a completely different story. Who's to say things would go as well on the big day? Confidence was fine, but she really wished her teammates were more prepared for the fact that something might go wrong. But Akali was the only female player on the team: Maybe she was supposed to think differently from the rest of them.
Once she got to the locker room, she headed to the mini-fridge and pulled out the sports bottle with her name on it and gulped down the red Gatorade inside, making a relaxed sound once she finished as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Practice gave her a good workout, but Akali had been conditioned to push her limits from a young age thanks to her mother's strict training, and she still had plenty of energy left. As usual after practice, she kicked off her shoes and began her usual routine of push-ups, sit-ups, and other such exercises, and hoped Coach Kat wouldn't give her too hard of a time.
"I KNEW you'd be here." The coach herself sighed as she waltzed into the locker room, not in the least bit surprised Akali was there. "That's 500 gold Blitzcrank owes me." Akali briefly paused, holding her head upwards to face the coach in the middle of her sit-ups. "He bet you, huh?" Akali smirked, having an inkling of an idea as to why Coach Katarina suddenly found herself 500 gold coins richer. The Coach leaned up against the lockers and folded her arms. "He SAID he had a talk with you about this and was confident he got through to you." Katarina spoke firmly, expecting an answer. Akali smiled as she resumed her workout. "I lied. I got sick of hearing his voice. How can you expect me to listen to a robot?" she asked, still doing sit-ups.
"Well, I'M not a robot. Why don't you listen to me?" Coach Kat frowned, she knew what answer she was going to get. Akali continued without even looking at her, as if she wasn't even in the room. "I didn't listen the first twenty times. What makes you think I'll listen this time?" The coach approached Akali and looked down at her disobedient disciple, trying to get her attention. "It's not a matter of whether or not you WILL listen, you SHOULD. There's no shame in taking breaks. I worked you so hard in practice so you wouldn't HAVE to exercise after. But here you are!" Coach Kat groaned, burying her face into her hand. "You're going to get hurt or exhausted at the rate you train. I don't know how many times I need to repeat that until it sticks."
Akali grumbled and flipped over to do push-ups instead to get out of the coach's face. "We've been over this a million times, coach. I've been pushing myself in training since I was a little girl. Even if I did get hurt in training, I was forced to keep going. I'm used to it. It's how I'm programmed." Akali muttered something else under her breath. "What do you care, anyway? Even if I do get hurt, I'm the one who has to suck it up." She said it so coldly, without any fear. She really didn't care about injuries, or exhaustion.
Kat smiled, seeing a good opportunity to break out her secret weapon: Flirting. It was the only thing that seemed to even shake the reckless girl. It was Katarina's job as a coach to know her player's weaknesses and turn them into strengths: And that's what she sought to do with Akali. Kat walked behind Akali, staring at her ass as it lifted upwards, again, and again, and again. "I'd just hate to see that sexy little ass get hurt, is all." she cooed. Akali looked over her shoulder and saw where Coach Kat's eyes were fixated, and immediately flipped over and covered her breasts in response. "Coach!" she pouted, her face turning bright red as it always did whenever the coach humiliated her like this.
Kat laughed at the girl's unease. "Oh, come on! If you're really that shy, you wouldn't come to practice in a thong every day!" Akali backed up, red as a strawberry. "We've been over this! It's easier to move in!" she retorted nervously. Kat tilted her head. "So you come to practice with a field full of men wearing something that shows off your ass so well?" Kat smirked, quite pleased that everything was going to plan. "Come on, sweetheart. There's no way in hell you're that innocent." Kat approached the nervous wreck of a girl, coming closer and closer to her prey as Akali kept backing up like a cornered kitten. She gulped as she looked up to Coach Kat, trying to muster up the courage to say the most humiliating thing she had ever said in her life up to this point.
"I-if I... stop working out... this s-s-s-s... sexy b-b-b.. body you like so much..." Akali gritted her teeth and clenched her toes, trying her best to finish something so embarrassing, "Will get all fat and ugly! If you don't want that, you better let me exercise!" Kat grinned from ear to ear. The fact that she made the girl say something so embarrassing to defend herself was proof her "therapy" was working. Still, as she said it, Kat couldn't help eyeing her over like a hungry animal. Because Akali had a point, she was sexy, and much of her appeal came from her athletic build. She wasn't absurdly muscular, but her body was nice and tight, with little extra mass on it. She even had a nice set of abs that were just right: They were developed just enough to look sexy without making her look like a muscle-bound steroid freak. And despite her lack of body fat, her breasts were still fairly large: Even larger than Coach Kat's. Lucky girl was blessed.
Once Kat finished eyeing the built beauty, she smiled and walked away to the mini-fridge. "I guess you have a point, sugar. Oh well." she smiled innocently as if nothing sexual had just happened. Akali's knees were shaking as she hugged them, and briefly looked up to watch her tormenter leaving her alone. She breathed a sigh of relief and resumed her sit-ups, while Katarina pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and licked the top in a very suggestive manner, and even put the cap in her mouth and closed her eyes while sucking it. Akali ignored the obviously sexual innuendo of the act and continued on with her exercise, and did her best to ignore the fact that the coach was moving uncomfortably close to her after their earlier encounter.
And then, once Kat was close enough, she screwed off the cap of the water bottle and without the slightest hint of subtlety or attempt to make it look like an "accident", spilled the ice-cold water over Akali's top, causing her to shriek out. Kat took advantage of situation and pounced upon the startled girl, holding her down before she could even comprehend what was going on. Akali was slightly stronger than Coach Kat, but the element of surprise tipped the scales in her favor. The coach then set in on her objective and stared at the soaked top: And sure enough, it hugged her breasts skin-tight, perfectly showing off their form as if they were bare.
"As I thought! No bra!" Kat smiled evilly, Akali was once again bright red, completely ashamed for having such a secret exposed. "It's just... less sweaty like this!" she stuttered, nervously flailing around, trying to find the strength to push Kat off her yet somehow not able to. Kat simply put a finger over Akali's lips and whispered, trying to calm her down. "Hey... I never said I minded." she purred seductively, leaning in to kiss Akali. And just like that, every ounce of resistance in Akali's body ceased, and Akali wrapped her arms around her coach and kissed back.
Perhaps part of her had wanted this all along. Akali wasn't a prude, far from it: she frequently had sex with Shen at night, and her previous boyfriend (who was smaller than Shen, anyway) who was only interested in her body didn't have to work all that hard to get it, although at the same time she wasn't exactly off getting gangbanged by the team after every game, it was awkward enough being the only girl on the team who also had a boyfriend: Not that Shen really cared even if the whole team was stuffing her like a thanksgiving turkey: He was open-minded enough to know that sex and romance were entirely different balances that shouldn't interfere with each other, although Akali still didn't like the idea of cheating on him most of the time. She gave a blowjob to Lucian to motivate him to perform better (which worked), but never anything more than that.
And yet... while she never had a PROBLEM with being with another girl, she just didn't have the courage to pursue it. She was more than content with the sex life she had at home and never really saw a reason to seek more. She knew Shen would love a threesome, especially with Coach Katarina, and thought about asking her if they won the championship, but knew she'd never have the courage to actually do it. And yet, now that she actually found herself in a sexual situation with another girl... she felt completely relaxed. All of these thoughts danced around in her head as Kat pulled Akali's top up but not off, exposing her large breasts, emitting a moan from the player. Kat smiled, knowing she was clearly open to the idea now.
"You stay right there, honey. I've got a surprise for you." Kat winked as she lifted herself up and headed towards her locker. And while all of this was transpiring...
This is hot. This is REALLY hot.Was all Ezreal could think of as he saw the redheaded coach making out with the raven-haired soccer player from inside the locker. He was supposed to be here to spy on the opposing team, which he did, but he couldn't help but stay just a little longer... just in case the star player, Akali, decided to take a shower or something. And boy, was he right to stay. This was hotter than anything he could have dreamed of seeing in there. Although he had seen many videos and pictures, Ezreal had never actually seen a woman in the flesh before: Girls had little use for him when the Mighty Jax was pursuing his soccer career on the same team he played for. He had a brief homosexual encounter with Taric, the goalkeeper, just to sate his burning desire for some sort of intimate relationship: But this looked at least a hundred times better than that experience was. Oh, he wished he could burst out of that locker and join in... but he couldn't. They wouldn't take it well if they knew he was spying on them. Besides, the redhead was a Noxian. Ezreal hated Noxians. There was no telling what kind of kinky perversions that lovely little number hid in her heart: It was best not to get involved with her. Look, but don't touch. Ezreal took that saying to heart as he furiously masturbated to the sight of the redhead. But then she got up and started walking towards him... closer, closer...
...Oh shit. I'm hiding in her fucking locker!
Ezreal quickly pulled his pants up as Kat fiddled around with the lock, hoping he'd look more innocent with his dick in his pants. It was a pretty desperate hope at this point, but he couldn't hope for much else as Kat opened the locker, and there came Ezreal, spilling out of it. A smile curled up in Kat's lips. "Well, well!" She exclaimed. "I always KNEW Demacia were dirty cheaters under that goody-goody guise! Andperverts, too!" She laughed, appreciative of the fresh meat that had just fallen right into her lap. Akali was much less at ease with the fact that a boy had just seen her being humiliated by her coach (and kissing her) and angrily stood up and walked over to the intruder with fire in her eyes and a mean look on her face, covering her breasts the whole way. She made sure he got a good look at her before she quickly ran off. A frightened Ezreal tried to stand up and leave, but the Coach would have none of it and squatted down on his lap, teasing him whilst restraining him. Ezreal cried out in fear and pleasure.
"Oh, I don't think so, pretty boy. This is a private party, and you weren't invited. That's VERY naughty of you." She scolded him and grabbed his hair. "You'll have to be punished. You're going to do whatever we order you to, take whatever we do to you, you'll do it until we're satisfied, and we don't care if you like it or not. This is going to be all about OUR pleasure: NOT yours." She stated firmly, and then pulled his hair, hard. "UNDERSTAND?!" she boomed out in his ear. Ezreal, who was currently screaming, could only nod "Yes" in response. He hoped him doing so wouldn't cause him to go prematurely bald. Kat smiled and let go of him. "I'm glad we got that out of the way, slave." She cooed, patting his head and stroking his face before lifting herself off his lap. Ezreal shuttered. "Slave?" He already didn't like where this was going...
Akali came back to the pair with her fists clenched. Her top was pulled back down. "I locked all the doors." she informed Kat. "I'm not letting this sicko pervert get away with this!" Coach Kat smiled and patted her subordinate on the head. "Good girl. I'm glad I didn't have to tell you." Akali turned away and glared at the terrified Ezreal. "But what are we going to DO to him?" Akali asked her coach. Katarina simply grinned the same evil grin she wore earlier while seducing Akali: "I'll lead, love, don't you worry. First thing we do is see what he has to offer us..." Kat licked her lips as she knelt down to Ezreal and tried to rip off his shirt. Ezreal resisted, but Kat slapped him across the face and grabbed his hair again. "Do you want this to hurt more than it has to, BITCH?!" she got into his face and screamed her head off. Ezreal shook his head "no" as tears welled up into his eyes. Kat gripped his hair harder. "Then don't. Fucking. FIGHT." she demanded. "Okay." Ezreal weakly replied in a whisper that Kat barely even heard. Still, she released him and tore off his shirt as Akali yanked down his shorts and started to go for the underwear, but Kat quickly corrected her: "BARE ass naked, dear. Perverts like this don't deserve to hide anything from us. Don't you agree?" Akali thought about it, nodded, and off came his shoes and socks. Kat smiled, satisfied, and examined the bulge in Ezreal's underwear: As she expected, he was already fully erect.
"So you got this while watching us?" Kat asked him, staring into his soul as she did. He nodded "Yes." A disgusted look came over the coach's face. "Spying on girls without our permission... you're disgusting." she snarled and spit in his face: Ezreal closed his eyes to shield them. Kat surveyed the bulge in his pants and sighed. "Since it looks pretty big, you'd better tell me... are you quick in bed?" She came in closer and raised her voice. "And you better NOT lie!" Ezreal looked back her, completely confused. He had no idea how to answer that. The furious look on Coach Kat's face was quickly replaced with one of amusement. "I get it!" she laughed. "You don't know how to answer because you're a virgin!" She roared in laughter, completely embarrassing the poor boy, as if it wasn't already bad enough being stripped by a couple of girls. He nodded "Yes." Kat grinned. "Then we'd better take the proper precautions... perverts don't get to come inside girls. We wouldn't want them to reproduce, would we?" Kat winked at Ezreal as she reached into her bag, which had yet to be touched, pulled out a bottle of pills, took one capsule out, and forced it into Ezreal's mouth. "Swallow." She ordered. Ezreal did, and could swear his cock was somehow getting even harder... and bigger. What the hell did this woman force-feed him?
Before he had time to even guess, Kat once again reached into her bag and pulled out a large ring. Ezreal was confused as to what it was for or what she intended to do with it, but his questions were answered quickly when Kat ripped off his underwear and slid the ring around the base of his cock: The ring then squeezed around his cock tightly, like a vice. Ezreal screamed out in pain as his cock was locked in a death grip that got tighter and tighter. Once he had settled down, Coach Kat explained herself: "That's a special order from Piltover." she smiled. "As long as it's on, you're staying hard, and you're NOT going to come, no matter what we do. Our pleasure, not yours, remember?" A look of horror spread across Ezreal's face. Kat just laughed and slapped him on the back. "Relax, bitch. It can sense when the poor guy wearing it can't take anymore and automatically comes off, right before any permanent damage is done... but not a second before then. Trust me, we wouldn't want to ruin that lovely dick of yours." She ran a fingernail up his shaft, teasing him. "It's pretty much all you've got going for you."
Ezreal went bright red. She was right, his above-average penis, usually 7 and a half inches erect, now stretched out at roughly 9, WAS all he had going for him. He had a scrawny build with very little muscle on him, and his feminine hairstyle wasn't doing him any favors. It was a wonder he even managed to get on a team in the first place. Considering this crazy Noxian woman and her toys, he was REALLY wishing he never did. Upon hearing praise for Ezreal's dick, Akali moved in closer to get a look at it, and pretty soon, her face got red again: She just couldn't believe it. She expected a weak, effeminate pervert like this to have a pencil-dick, but thanks to the technological advancements of Piltover, here it stood, about as big as her boyfriend's. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to keep looking... but there was something she needed to ask the coach. "What did you feed him...?" She asked. Coach Kat was more than happy to divulge. "The best male enhancement product on the market. It increases his length, girth, sperm quantity, orgasm intensity, and my favorite... sensitivity." Kat giggled, but Ezreal gulped... he could tell, this was not going to be fun. Not for him, anyway.
"Watch, we don't even have to touch him, and he's going to go crazy!" Coach Kat grinned as she tore off her jersey, revealing the black bra her breasts were crammed into. She towered over the naked boy, making sure he got a good look at her body.She leant in to kiss him... and then pulled away before making any actual contact. Slowly, she reached for his cock... and pulled her arm away. She started to lower her head onto Ezreal's cock, closer, and closer... but pulled away before her lips touched the head. And like Chinese water torture, the denial was intensifying Ezreal's sex drive and made his erection even more painful than it was. He wanted nothing more than to break out of this sadistic contraption, get on top of this crazy Noxian dominatrix, and fuck her until he passed out. But that wasn't going to happen: Ezreal didn't do the fucking in this relationship. Just to rub salt in the wound, Kat leaned down into his ear and whispered: "I'm not wearing panties." Ezreal felt his cock twitch just from the words. He didn't care how uncomfortable it was going to be, he needed SOME sort of sexual stimulation, now. But he wasn't getting it. It wasn't up to him.
The show was for Ezreal, but Akali couldn't help but get aroused from watching her coach take control of a pervert like this. Her coach's body wasn't as athletic as her own, but it was still incredibly appealing in it's own right: She had a nice, curvy body that was just the right size: Not too skinny, and not too fat. She was the type of girl that could model swimsuits and make men's jaws drop no matter what she wore. And her ass looked so plump and juicy crammed into her gym shorts: The fact that she wasn't wearing panties made it even sexier. It wasn't hard to see why Ezreal went crazy upon learning that. Akali had to wonder why she never mustered up the courage to embrace the coach's flirting. Chances are Shen was going to get that threesome after all. Or hell, she'd be just fine if it was just them in the shower, 69ing and scissoring.
Feeling she made her point, Coach Kat triumphantly walked away from Ezreal and went back to her protege, and asked her: "Did you know that boys like this really get off on a girl's feet?" Akali's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped a little. "What? No... that's gross." She protested. Feet? There was no way that could be true. Kat smiled and shook her head. "Oh, it's true, honey. They go crazy over it. I think the foot is their favorite part of our bodies." Akali took a step backwards. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No... no way." she gasped. "You made that up." Kat sighed. "I'd ask you if you want to bet on that, but I can't take your money, babe. So... I'll just show you." And with that, Kat sat on a bench and stuck out her foot. "Clean it, slave." she ordered.
As if on cue, Ezreal crawled over to Coach Kat's foot and started licking up the sole of her sneaker, just as he was ordered to. Akali stared at the sight of it, shocked at what she was seeing. "N-no way..." she repeated as her face went red. "He really is a freak! You didn't even take your shoes off!" Coach Kat chuckled as she turned her head to the shocked Akali. "Shoes, socks, feet... it's all the same with these boys. My favorite are heels... it's such a shame I didn't bring any today." Ezreal continued to lick Kat's sneaker, and spat out the dirt and grass that got to be too much for his mouth to tolerate. Coach Kat didn't seem to care and merely folded her arms and looked at the ceiling, as a stunned Akali witnessed the act of a man cleaning a woman's shoe. Until finally, Kat pulled her foot out of Ezreal's reach and examined the sole.
"Good enough." she said in a bored tone. "Now, flip over. It's time for your reward." Ezreal obeyed and turned over, revealing his large cock for the coach, still locked in the torture device that was keeping it painfully hard. Kat lowered her shoe onto his cock, starting to grind against it slowly... but firmly. Ezreal cried out. It felt weird, but at least he was finally getting some stimulation. It wasn't his idea of a "reward", but he wasn't exactly in a position to call the shots... his thoughts on this matter were interrupted as Kat ground her foot further into his cock, emitting a louder yell from the slave. "This is where the heels come in handy!" Coach Kat giggled. "I think I'll buy you a pair once we leave, love." Akali just stared. She couldn't even comprehend what she was seeing. This sicko pervert was getting his cock stepped on by a girl. And he was ENJOYING it?! "I... I can't..." Akali's surprise quickly faded to anger. "This pervert was spying on me?!" She exclaimed. "This pervert was jacking off to my body and thought about FUCKING me?!" she cringed at the thought as she balled up her fists. "That's gross... that's so GROSS!" An enraged Akali tore off her socks and stomped over to Ezreal. Kat smirked and moved her foot slightly to the left, to give Akali room to attack his cock from the left with her foot. Ezreal moaned loudly in response. Even he couldn't believe that, to some extent, he was getting turned on by this. It was painful, but it pleased him... his cock ached for some form of sexual interaction. And this worked just fine.
"You're unbelievable! No wonder you've never had sex!" Akali glared down at Ezreal. "Girls want strong men to fuck them hard, not a wimp who gets off on being bullied!" Akali rubbed her foot faster, Kat followed suit and moved her own foot faster. Ezreal couldn't even hear what Akali was saying to him: His mind was overwhelmed with the feelings from the experience. "My boyfriend would NEVER get off from this! My boyfriend's a real man! Something you'll never be!" she barked. "Guys like you are just toys for us to abuse! And that's all you'll ever be!" Akali went on and on with the verbal abuse and humiliation as the girls ground their feet against his cock in a sandwich. It kept going until Ezreal thought his cock would break, and then, they both just... stopped. Ezreal opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at them. Sure enough, there they were, staring at him with disgust, several feet away from him. His cock hurt for attention even more now. He NEEDED to cum, now... but they wouldn't let him. They wouldn't give him what he wanted. He asked anyway.
"Please... please finish...!" Ezreal begged. Akali shot a look of disbelief at Kat, who responded coldly. "Did you already forget? You're not coming until you absolutely must. And you don't get to choose when that happens. Our pleasure. Not yours. Which reminds me..." Coach Kat went back to her locker to search for something. Akali, still angry with him, took off her shorts and moved her thong to the side just a bit... just enough to expose her pussy. Then she lifted her wet top back up, showing her breasts again and towered over Ezreal, making sure he got a good look. He did, and stared into her face with pleading eyes. Akali got even angrier and pinned Ezreal down, getting on top of him to make sure he understood who was in charge here.
"I'm angry." she snarled. "I'm angry a guy like you even thought about fucking me. So I'm going to fuck YOU." she pressed down firmly on his body and spat in his face to show her dominance over him. Ezreal cringed and shook his head around. "I'm going to ride this virgin dick of yours until I'm pleased. But you'll hate it. You'll hate it because your body won't be able to take it. You'll want to cum after five seconds. But you can't." Akali laughed as she pressed her face into his, making sure he heard and understood. "You're finally losing your virginity. But not how you wanted to. You'll never want to have sex with a girl again after we're done with you. And you're not man enough to anyway. That's why you'll only be having sex with the goalkeeper after this." She grabbed a fistfull of his hair and pulled it. "So enjoy it if you can... because this is the only pussy a guy like you is EVER going to get."
Ezreal's eyes went wide. How did she know about Taric?! That was strictly between them...! Unless he sold him out! Is that why girls wouldn't date him...? And was what she was saying true? Could he really hate sex so much he'd never want to have it with a girl, EVER again? Even if it was with a girl who was... well, not this... aggressive? He tried to think about how that could be possible, but he couldn't quite focus... Akali was already sliding her pussy against Ezreal's painfully hard cock. Teasing... but not penetrating it. Ezreal cried out, and then thought he was actually GOING to cry: He already hated it. He didn't care if he couldn't take it. He wanted to be inside this sexy girl who was much stronger than him that hated his guts. He wanted to taste pussy for the first time. He wanted to finally lose his virginity, even if it WAS like this. But Akali wouldn't even let him have that until she wanted him to have it. He had no control of the situation. Then Ezreal DID start crying: He hated having no control over the situation. How could these mean, sadistic girls say that he loved it?
Akali rolled her eyes. "Geez, it's not even IN yet and you're already crying. You really are a joke. I bet you wouldn't have the balls to fuck me even if I bent over and offered myself to you." she scoffed and ground harder against his cock, causing further cries from the boy. Coach Kat turned away from her locker to observe. "Don't put it in just yet, hon... I've got a little surprise for our pervert." She winked. Akali grinned back. "Trust me, no hurry... this is like torture to him." Coach Kat parted her lips in an evil smile. "He'll hate this even more." Akali was intrigued. Ezreal was horrified. He wanted to know, what could be worse than this? But he couldn't really see anything with the practically naked girl on top of him grinding against his cock, a sensation which was starting to drive him insane, so all he could do was wait, and wait, and endure Akali's seemingly endless teasing of his cock... until Coach Kat had prepared what she wanted to show him, and promptly presented it to him by moving to an angle where he could see. And Ezreal's eyes shot wide open, as if he was about to be run over by a semi.
Kat was wearing a 10 inch long black strap-on over her gym shorts. And though it was futile, Ezreal tried to push the stronger Akali off him and RUN. But it was no use. The girl had him pinned down, and he was staying there. And Akali ESPECIALLY wanted him to stay there now: She grinned from ear to ear as soon as she saw what Kat brought to the party. "It's perfect!" she laughed. "He's too much of a bitch to fuck girls, so he should be fucked like a girl instead!" Ezreal shook his head and yelled out. "No!" He protested. "I'm not... it wasn't... I only sucked his cock!" he sobbed. "I'm not GAY!" Akali glared at him. "Shut up!" she ordered. She took off her thong, stuffed it in his mouth, and went right back to pinning him down, with her soaking wet pussy rubbing up against his firm member. "Coach already said... we don't care if you like it or not. But you'll like it, you little slut. This is what boys like you are best at." Kat squirted some lube on the strap-on and moved her hand up and down to coat it nice and thick. "This was for Akali... but then you came along! Perfect timing, too... it's been too long since I used this on a man." Ezreal kept shaking his head "No", since he could no longer speak. He didn't WANT to lose his virginity if it was going to be like this. He didn't want anything up there. All the guys in the locker room made jokes about guys who got fucked there! He wasn't like that! He wanted to do the fucking! He didn't want this!
But the girls didn't care about what he wanted. They cared about what THEY wanted. And they wanted to fuck him silly, whether he liked it or not. Kat had just about finished lubing up and nodded to Akali, signaling her. "You can start riding, love. I'll join you later. We don't want to give him too much to deal with at once..." Akali certainly didn't need to be told twice. She lifted herself up slightly, positioned herself over Ezreal's cock, slipped it inside... and slammed the entire thing inside of her in a mere split second. Ezreal screamed as Akali's entire body weight crashed down onto his pelvis. And she wasn't going to give him any time to recover, or get used to the feeling. She furiously bounced up and down on his large cock like a jackhammer, letting out loud moans of pleasure... that were overshadowed by Ezreal's screams of discomfort. He simply couldn't take the overwhelming feeling of Akali's tight pussy swallowing his dick whole again and again with each thrust, combined with the pain of her whole weight slamming into his body at an intense speed, with no regard to his comfort or safety. Akali wasn't riding him cowgirl, she was using her favorite dildo. That's all he was to her, a toy that could be replaced if it broke.
"You're pathetic, you know? You're the one penetrating me, but you're squealing like a bitch!" Akali laughed, loving the fact she had fresh ammunition to use against him. "I knew you wouldn't be able to take it, but I didn't think you'd be THIS much of a wuss about it! You're even... ah... more of a loser than I... hnn... thought!" Her moans of pleasure interrupted her humiliation of Ezreal. She was loving every inch of this nice, hard cock, although she'd never admit it out loud. "This is why you're... ahhhnn... a sex toy... and not a... mmm... boyfriend!" Ezreal's eyes rolled back in his head. He never imagined he'd be the one getting worn out during sex. He thought the man effortlessly fucked the woman to orgasm as she cried out his name, but that was... clearly not always the case. If his cock wasn't being constricted by the ring, Akali was right: He would have came a ridiculous amount of times by now. But he couldn't... He could do nothing but endure it as the pleasure, pain, and desire to cum consumed him.
And that's when he felt something go up his ass... Kat's finger. And he started screaming again. Kat smiled at her victim. "Be happy I started with a finger... and be glad I used lube. I could make this hurt much, much worse if I wanted to, boy." And she wasn't about to keep it still in there. She swirled her finger around in his ass, digging for his prostate. Ezreal kept screaming as tears started to well up in his eyes. This was so confusing. A girl was riding his cock, just like he always wanted. And he hated it. Or at least he thought he hated it. He HOPED he hated it. How could he live with himself if was getting off to a finger digging around in his ass...? Then he felt Kat withdraw her finger... and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he felt Kat spreading his legs far apart and pushing them backwards... and Akali helping her hold his legs back as she kept riding him into the ground. And then Ezreal remembered what he was so terrified of as he realized exactly what Kat's hands were doing now: Positioning the tip of the strap-on up against his virgin ass.
He wanted to scream no. But his mouth was filled with panties. All he could do was shriek loudly into them as the massive strap-on pressed deeper and deeper into his formerly tight ass, brutally ripping it apart as Akali continued to rape his cock, not having the slightest care in the world that he was suffering immense pain. And once Kat was all the way inside, she didn't care Ezreal was an anal virgin just a moment ago: She mercilessly pounded in and out of him the way a male pornstar would, making sure he took every inch to the hilt before withdrawing and drilling deep inside of him again, slamming against his prostate, making him want to cum even more. Ezreal thought he was going to pass out as the girls tortured him with sensory overload. He didn't even care that he was taking it up the ass anymore. He just wanted it to stop. But they didn't stop. They kept riding him. And fucking him. And laughing at him. And humiliating him. Until finally... Akali got tired and removed herself from his cock. Coach Kat followed suit and pulled out of his ass all the way, and this time, didn't ram back in. An exhausted Ezreal panted... it was over... but did he really want that? The second they pulled away from him, he craved some kind of touch: He didn't care what. They could fuck him in the ass again, that was fine. He needed stimulation. He needed to cum... even if he couldn't, he needed to feel like he would at least be close! His muffled mouth begged for "More"... weakly.
Although she was tired from riding him like a wild bull, Akali was more than happy to fufill his request, and knew exactly how she wanted to do it. "Let me have it." Akali asked her coach, pointing to the strap on. "That looks fun." Kat smiled, proud her pupil was so eager to take after her. She removed the strap-on and helped Akali secure it on, and then removed her gym shorts, showing her lower body in the flesh. But she didn't give Ezreal much time to stare: he had a job to do. She took Akali's thong out of his mouth and lowered her sopping cunt into his face, commanding him with two words: "Lick it." Ezreal weakly obeyed: He wasn't quite sure what to do, and he was worn out, so it wasn't exactly a quality job. It didn't take Kat long to get bored, so she grabbed him by the hair, firmly: "If you don't start putting some heart into it, I'll have Akali face-fuck you with that dildo until you vomit. LICK IT!" She demanded, and a frightened Ezreal was more than happy to obey, picking up the pace of his licking. That was more like it. Coach Kat ground against his face, enjoying her seat while Akali spread Ezreal's legs apart and pressed the dildo up against his gaping ass, rubbing the entire length up and down the entrance to his hole, teasing him with it. "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, slut."
Akali scowled as one of her hands formed a death grip around his bound cock. "And I'll prove it right now." With that as her only warning, Akali shoved the whole thing inside of him in one go. Ezreal screamed into Kat's snatch in response, but quickly remembered what she would do if he didn't do a good job: And resumed his duty of serving her orally. But Akali had only started: She was already thrusting her hips back and forth, in and out of Ezreal's abused hole like a professional, even though this was her first time wearing a strap-on. Her hand went up and down his cock so quickly it almost appeared as a blur: She was jacking him off while reaming his ass for all she was worth. She wanted him to LIKE getting fucked in the ass. It was the only way a pervert like him deserved to have sex.
As Akali's stimulation of his sex organs got more and more intense, Ezreal struggled to keep up with his job of licking Kat's cunt. Luckily, she was too busy making out with Akali to notice: She had just moved in to kiss Akali, who was pleased to meet mer halfway. Their tongues swirled around in each others mouths: They were picking up where they left off before Ezrealcrashed the party. Coach Kat cupped her star player's breasts in her hands and cupped them, and Akali moaned in her lover's mouth. The lesbian intimacy combined with all of the stimulation her clit was getting from ramming the strap on into Ezrealwas too much for the all-star, and soon her moans turned to cries as she orgasmed, squirting her juices down the harness of her strap-on, down her legs, and all over the floor. But just because she came didn't mean Akali was done punishing this pervert: It didn't take long for her to regain her composure and resume her duty of fucking Ezrealsenseless and stroking his cock at blurring speeds: And still making out with her coach the entire time.
Ezreal was nearing his own limit: the ring around his cock started to glow red and made a beeping noise. He was going to have to cum soon. He couldn't take any more of this intense stimulation. The sound was music to Kat's ears. She hoisted herself up, moved away from Ezreal, and let Akali continue working on him until the ring finally unclasped, and Ezreal's cock unleashed a massive orgasm all over his body, coating most of his torso with his semen. The girls looked at each other and smiled. It suited a guy like him so well. Akali pulled out of his ass and took off the strap on: Then she took her panties and stuck them back in Ezreal's mouth: Seeing them there was worth knowing she'd have to buy another thong.
"Let's shower." Coach Kat suggested. Akali nodded, feeling she needed one after that. The two girls turned to Ezreal before leaving: "You're not coming. Unless you want to experience all that again." Kat sneered, gripping the ring in her fingers just in case he didn't learn his lesson. Then the girls removed whatever clothing they had left and hit the showers, leaving Ezreal shamed, nude, and on the floor, covered in his own semen, his cock hanging flaccid to the side. He was too distraught to tell if he really was scared of having sex with a girl ever again, like they said he would. He couldn't tell if he did want to turn back to Taric, even after he spilled his secret. Ezreal had no idea what he wanted for the future: He could only focus on his present situation. Left alone like a dead animal after two girls raped him and left him covered in his own semen. And Ezreal couldn't even tell how he felt about THAT. In some ways, it was a hot fantasy. But then he recalled how badly they had treated him throughout the entire ordeal and shuddered thinking about it. He knew he never wanted to go through it again... or did he actually enjoy it, and simply couldn't tell?
He didn't know. He only knew one thing. "I... hate... Noxians..." he groaned through the wet thong jammed into his mouth.