Winning 2 out of 3 from the Braves was very satisfying to the Phillies team. After all, the Braves had not lost a series in the past 23, and most considered them the hottest team in baseball as July was winding down. Still Travis Lee was a bit saddened. He had the strong feeling that his ‘daddy’, Scott Rolen, was finally going to be traded. It had been a nasty bit of goods all season, but Travis still loved having sex with Rolen and was so appreciative that Rolen took him under his wing when he came to the Phillies two seasons ago. Monday was an off day, so Travis wanted this last night with Rolen to be special. Scott had helped him over some troubled times making the adjustment to life on a new team. Lee came to the Phillies with very limited experience in the joys of man sex. Rolen changed all that. And with all of Rolen’s problems this year, Travis felt a need to help his mentor out, and sex was usually the only remedy to satisfy the hunk stud Rolen. At 6’4” and 226 pounds and a body and butt to die for, Rolen easily had his way with Travis. Travis made himself available any time without question. At Rolen’s request, Travis had bulked up and added muscle to his now 6’3”, 235 pound hot bottom boy body. Even though Travis was now married, he never turned down a night with Rolen. It was 9 p.m., and Travis was anxious to see Scott. He got to Rolen’s room, figured he’d just go in and surprise him, but it was Travis who got the surprise. The room was dark and Travis could hear a loud moan, so he thought he’d just wait a minute before going over to the bed. Perhaps Scott was having a wet dream about sucking or fucking him. Scott always told him, “Travis, you are the one, the hottest guy, you are my stud lover boy.” Another loud groan, and Travis heard, “Ooooh Rolie, do me harder, pump my butt hard and don’t stop. You are so fuckin’ hot, Rolie. Your hot cock in me is all I ever want. Dump your love juice in me now!” Travis’s neck swelled, and he could feel the blood rush to his head. At first he was embarrassed, then it instantly turned to anger. Scott had always told him he was the only one on the team that he had man sex with. He recognized the guy’s voice that was yelling out from all the pleasure that Rolen was bestowing. The guy Scott was doing was a teammate, Pat Burrell, the young Phillie hunk who came onto the Phillies two years ago, and was a rookie sensation. He was every bit the hottie that Travis was, maybe even more. His 6’4”, 225 pound body was magnificent, and Lee had been jealous of it, and the fact that Pat didn’t have to workout to maintain his muscular frame. Travis often found his dick twitching when his thoughts turned to Burrell and his great body. The three of them had maybe the best trio of butts on any team in baseball. Travis angrily went over to the bed, and pushed Rolen off the butt- fucked Burrell. “Scott, what are you doing? You told me that I was the only one you did this with. Now I find you with Burrell. What gives?” “Hey Scott!” yelled Pat, “you told me that I was the only guy on the team you were making it with. If I had known you were doing it with Lee, you never would have gotten me into bed all these times.” Scott got up, his dick only semi hard now, and immediately shot back, “You guys have to be stupid to think that you were the only ones I did it with. You forget, I’ve been around a while and have fuck friends on all the teams. I can’t wait to get to the Cardinals and all the hot guys they have over there. Can’t wait to be fucked and sucked by Edmonds and Tino. You guys are so naive and gullible, I knew the only way I could bed you was to tell you, ‘You are the one and only.’ Can’t believe you actually fell for that!” Travis and Pat made eye contact, and they both must have been on the same wavelength, because they both charged over to Rolen and began pounding the crap out of him. Burrell worked over Scott’s massive upper body and arms, while Travis took care of Rolen’s abs, ribs and muscular legs. He made sure he didn’t damage the package. Rolen was a bull, and it took a while, and a barrage of power punches before Rolen was subdued, and Burrell could hold him down by himself. “Man, Scott, you are some tough dude, but Trav and I are going to be able to handle you. Say, Travis, what are we going to do now that we’ve done this?” “Well, the way I figure it, we’ve got about 18 hours to pretty much do anything we want. I’m sure we can think of a few things in that time to give Rolie his proper due. I’ve got my ‘toys’ with me, stuff that scoot usually used on me.” Travis grabbed the rope and knife and cut enough pieces and length to secure Rolen’s wrists and ankles to the four bedposts on the king size bed. Needless to say Scott was stretched and spread out, naked and defenseless. “What next?” asked Pat. Burrell was as hot as they come, but it was clear that Travis, whose bulb doesn’t burn that brightly either, would have to do all the thinking. “Well, it is going to be important that we keep Scott on empty for the 18 hours, so we will have to take turns pumping his dick, milking him dry, in between anything else we do to him. Those pricks in St. Louis can have his washed up ass when we’re done with him.” Scott was groggy from the beating, but sober enough to realize his fate for the next 18 hours. “C-c-c-c’mon guys, let me go. I’ll do anything. This isn’t funny. I’ll never come after you again. Anything you want, I’ll do it,” Scott begged. Travis replied, “That’s right, you’ll do any and everything we want, and if we do things right, which we will, you’ll be our sex toy from now on. You’ll look forward to coming back to Phillie or us coming to St. Louis, knowing you’re our bitch.” Burrell hopped on the bed next to Scott and began to tease him by pinching and rubbing those fantastic nipples and great pecs. Scott wanted to yell, but was also very turned on by the attention Pat was showing him. It was the first time bottom boy Burrell had ever been able to initiate any kind of sex with the hunky Rolen. Pat’s hands wandered all over Rolen’s muscular torso, he pinched the area just above Scott’s high hips, and he grabbed Rolen’s cock and stroked it till it was hard as stone and standing straight up, all 11 inches of it. He massaged his balls and pre-cum was oozing from the Scotty stick. Burrell then kneeled in between Rolen’s spread out thighs, took his hand and slapped at the twitching cock. It only made Rolen harder. Rolen let out loud moans each time Pat slapped at his man stick, but it was only the first of many moans and groans to come. Over the next 4 hours, besides ordering room service, and putting it on Rolen’s room tab, Burrell and Lee took turns having their way with Rolen. Sometimes Travis would work Scott’s monster cock by licking, blowing, sucking, yanking it till Rolen would cum, and Travis wouldn’t stop till he drained the beefy boy dry. Pat would give Rolen a few minutes to reload, and then he would take charge of Scott’s milking. Burrell was relentless in his stroking and beating off of ‘Rolen’s Rod’. Burrell’s vice grip would squeeze the battered meat so hard, that each time Burrell released his grip Rolen’s juice would fly all over his stomach. Every so often during the first 4 hours, Pat and Travis would work in tandem and both would pump the boy’s cock. After 4 hours, even though his cock and balls ached, he had been conditioned like Pavlov’s dog. As soon as one of the boys began working on him, he would just harden right up for them. There wasn’t a spot on his body that had not been licked, chewed, or bitten by the new dynamic duo. That 4 hours also allowed Travis and Pat to get to know each other and though not much transpired except some occasional touching, the two were definitely getting ideas about each other. The boys fed Rolen occasionally, and made sure he had plenty of liquids. They gave him beer to drink and also inserted a cold bottle of brew into his ass and let gravity empty the bottle. It caused Rolen to get a very quick high, getting the alcohol from both ends. Vanilla ice cream was Scott’s favorite food so they would scoop it onto his flat ab stomach, and then eat it from there. As the ice cream softened, they would cover his dick with it and then devour it like ice cream on a stick. Every once in a while they would hold his mouth open while they spit some more beer or alcohol into his mouth and made him swallow. After the 4-hour mark, Scott was a babbling mess and had no fight left in him. Physically he was exhausted, mentally he was going crazy, and his cock was so sore, he kept thinking the next time they come at me, I’ll not be able to cum again. Rolen, of course, was wrong. Rolen, each time he was touched, developed an automatic groaning and moaning sound that the guys found to be a turn-on. It was a low guttural sound from deep in his throat and it was the same whether he was experiencing pain or pleasure. He was well on the way to being broken by Travis and Pat. After the 4th hour, Travis told Pat that he should go and get some sleep, so that he could take over for him when he wanted some shuteye. Rolen would not be getting any sleep. Burrell agreed, gave Travis a passionate kiss, and plopped down on the couch in the main room of Scott’s suite. In no time he was sound asleep. “Well, Scott, it is just you and me now. I gotta tell you how disappointed I am in you. Each time you fucked me, and told me I was the only one, it made me feel so special. I even believed you when you said I could fuck you some day, after I had been ‘tutored’ enough by you. Well, I am going to fuck you and I am going to make sure you remember me when you leave.” In a dry, weak voice Scott spoke up, “Travis, please stop all this. What will it take? You’ve had your fun for 4 hours now. Can’t we make a deal? At least let me get some sleep, some rest?” “Scott, we haven’t begun to make your body ours. All we’ve done is a little cock and ball activity. There is so much more to explore on Mr. Hot Scott. As far as sleep goes, it’ll take me about 10-15 minutes to go through our toys. Enjoy your nap, it will be the last one you get.” Scott, after the 4 hours plus of being pumped dry and filled with liquor, was out in no time. Travis went to work unpacking all the toys that Rolen had used on him in the past. He grabbed the climax beads, the largest dildo and biggest butt plug he had. When he got back to the bed, he just stared at the sleeping Scott. He thought for a moment and remembered what a hot lover and top Scott was. He could make Travis wild with his moves and Travis melted with every new thing Scott did to him. Travis had never once been on top of this hunky 3rd baseman. Until now: Travis knew he was going to have to turn Rolen over, so he undid the two ropes holding his legs to the bottom posts. Travis knew also there was no physical fight left in Scott. Scott’s legs, after 4 hours of being stretched, did not move that much upon release. Travis got on the bed in between those gorgeous thighs and lowered his body on top of the sleeping god. As their bodies touched, Scott let out a moan. At first Lee figured it was because Scott was sore all over and the weight of Lee’s 235 pounds must have caused him some pain. But soon Scott began to start a fucking, bucking motion with his hips and Travis knew this sex machine was not in pain. Scott brought his right leg over and wrapped it around Travis’s leg and as he continued to buck from underneath Travis caressed his one time mentor and licked his neck and ear. Scott just let out low moans. Travis knew he had work to do so he slid down Scott’s body and reached for the climax beads. “Now, I’m going to cut loose your arms and you’re going to turn over on your stomach and you aren’t going to resist. Understood?” “Unh-hunh,” Scott murmured. Scott who was in and out of sleep at this point must have felt in heaven having Travis Lee being a gentle top lover to him. Travis licked the right armpit of the still extended arm. Scott gurgled. As Travis massaged Scott’s right breast with his hand, Scott’s body seemed to relax and when Lee began licking, sucking and tenderly chewing on the half-dollar size brown nipple Scott reacted by groaning “Oooohhhh, ooooooooohhh, aaaaahhh,” and his nipple hardened. Travis then squeezed Scott’s pecs and brought his thumb and forefinger in and made Scott’s hard nipple bulge upward. Travis was still torn between his love for this guy, and his newfound power over him. There was no way Rolen had strength in his arms for him to get on all fours, so Travis had to elevate his torso. Travis rolled Rolen over and began stuffing his perfect butt with the climax beads. The string of ten beads, each with a different diameter, slid in Scott’s butt and his sphincter sucked each one in. Travis then propped Scott up on his knees so that they elevated that perfect butt into the air. “Aaaaaggghhhhhh, what the fuck!” he screamed. “Let’s see, it has been a while since you gave me any of your vanilla cream. I want to make sure the pipes are still working.” Travis massaged that fine muscled bubble butt for a few minutes, evoking the low guttural groan, and then took a lick of Rolen’s swollen nuts. It didn’t take much to get the Rolen rod growing, and between working the fine ass, the nuts and stroking the man meat of Scott, there was soon a flow of Scott Semen being shot into Trav’s hand. Lee collected as much as he could from three heaves from Rolen, then yanked Scott’s head back and told him to open his mouth. Scott followed orders and the handful of Scott’s own sweetness was fed into his mouth. Travis continued to keep Rolen hard and each time he pulled one of the climax beads out of that beautiful butt, Rolen would let loose with his ‘Sweet Scotty Semen’. “You know Scott, with this trade, we aren’t going to have much opportunity to be with each other. Guess you’ll just have to get your fill of me now. One thing, you have always had access to my ass, and yours was off limits. Part of the fun of going into new territory is exploring. Your ass is what I’m going to explore.” Travis gave Scott a hard smack on the left butt cheek, and then began to spread that fine rump. Lee ran his finger back and forth over the protruding pink pucker. He finally inserted his forefinger in through the tight warm hole and Scott just groaned at this first invasion. Travis ran his finger in and out, back and forth and found Scott’s magic hot spot; he teased the prostate with his nimble finger. Each time Travis hit the spot Scott would let out a loud low groan, “OOOooooh, uhhhhh, AAAaaaah!” There was no need to grease up this butt as Scott was emitting ass juice like wild. Travis grabbed the dildo he brought with him. It was about 16 inches in length and a good 3 inches in diameter at its widest point. “How’s that Scotty? Let’s get you hot, so you can do some shooting.” Travis shoved the fake cock in and out of Rolen, until the golden glove boy had taken all there was. By now Travis knew it didn’t take much to get Scott’s dick going. He got the rod to 11 inches in no time and when he could tell that Scott was ready to explode; he pulled the long dong out of Rolen’s beautiful butt hole. A stream of jizz flowed out of Scott’s dick. With Travis also stroking the fine cock, he shoved it all the way back in. More cream. Scott was able to produce a great flow of semen six more times by shoving the tool in and out of Rolen’s rump. After that he strained, his cock would twitch and pulsate, but all that the pulling would do would result in a painful dry heave. Scott begged Travis to stop, “No more, can’t take any more.” “Yes, you can Scott, you were the iron man of our team. You’ll take all I want to give you.” Travis took the largest of the butt plugs and eased it into Rolen’s loosening asshole. Scott grunted as the 6-inch long, 3-inch wide oval passed through his stretched hole. Travis pushed it all in, and just left a small portion showing. “Gosh, I hope that strong sphincter of yours doesn’t just suck that bad boy right in. It would be a shame if I had to go in and search for that. I want to make sure your ass is stretched and ready for Burrell Boy when he comes in to fuck you.” As Travis got off the bed to go use the rest room, he gave Scott’s butt three swift smacks right across his beautiful muscled butt. “Scott, I am getting sort of tired. I need some rest. But I’ll wake up ‘Burr’. He’ll definitely want a last piece of your ass.” Scott wouldn’t be getting any sleep: Burrell had been out like a light for 3 hours, and now Travis would manage to get a few hours of good rest. Travis got Pat, and told him it was his turn for a while and when he was done they do Rolen together. Travis took Scott’s robe, curled up on the couch and got some shuteye. “Pat, Pat, please let me go, please, I’m begging you. I will do anything you want, now and forever.” “Hey, calm down, take it easy Scott. I’m just going to fuck you for a while.” Burrell, whose perfect muscle-toned body didn’t belie his strength, flipped the easy Rolen onto his back and spread his legs and pulled the butt plug out of Scott’s stretched rectum. “AAAAhhhhhhuhhhhhhh,” Scott groaned in relief. The plug was instantly replaced by Pat’s forefinger, then a second, a third and before he knew it, Rolen’s velvet tunnel was the home to Burrell’s entire fist. “Just relax, buddy, we’ll see how far we can go.” Burrell lubed his arm with some of the wet cum and sweat that still covered Scott, and shoved his arm in to Rolen’s love tunnel, till his elbow was squeezed between his magnificent butt cheeks. He pulled it out and mounted this bull, and a cock being slid into a butt never felt so good. Rolen just moaned in pleasure and, to be honest, was glad to take the 12 inches of thick cock Burrell boasted. Burrell, a boy of great stamina, spent the next three hours with his rock hard cock inside Rolen and did the former Phillie from every position and angle possible. Over the ensuing 12 hours, Trav and Pat took turns doing anything and everything they had ever dreamed of with their hotshot former teammate. They left him with the knowledge that the next time they met up on opposite teams, Rolen would be their bottom boy from now on. Pat and Travis will now have to survive on their own, a challenge they will be up to.
