There is an old expression, “Go West young man”. Kyle will get the education of a lifetime on his trip through the West Division teams. This will be a road trip he won’t soon forget. Kyle knows he is in this for the long haul and that his refusal could mean torture beyond his wildest dreams. Kyle is ready to submit to anything. GIANT’S BIG GULP The final game of the 3-game series in Frisco had been brutal as it went into extra innings; there had been a constant drizzle and a chilling wind all game long. Kyle didn't even bother to shower and clean up and raced back to his motel room. He wanted to get out of town. His rental car pulled up right in front of his room, and he got out of the car, grabbed his bag, and headed for the door. He fumbled a bit as he inserted the key in the door. "In a hurry, hot bod?" Kyle turned with a jerk, and saw he was surrounded by 3 well built guys, all about 6'1" or 6'2" and a little over 200 pounds. He recognized them also. It was Jeff Kent, J.T. Snow and Bobby Estalella. Kyle, of course, knew why they were at his motel; he just didn't know what they had planned for him. Kyle remained calm, and thought to himself, he had reached the point where he actually liked the idea of being taken, dominated and made to cum. He hadn’t enjoyed the torture treatment he got from the Rockies; in fact, his nipples still hurt from the pain inflicted by Helton and Cirillo. The work they did had served its purpose. After all, his previous experiences had been with some of the hottest guys in baseball. He was now looking forward to the end of his training when he could join this group of hot National Leaguers, and the future sexcapades that he could be part of. "Hey, guys! Good to see you, c'mon in and let me get a shower. I'm a bit funky, didn't clean up after the game," said Kyle. Kyle hopped in the shower, and as the warm water trickled down his magnificent handsome body, he wondered what way these Giant studs would work him over. He actually began to get aroused thinking of cumming for J.T., a Golden Glove winner; Jeff, the National League MVP; and Bobby, whose nickname was Bobby "Chestalella". Kyle had never really noticed guys’ bodies before, and the Giants always tended to wear less than form-fitting uniforms, so he couldn't really picture what these guys would be like in the buff. He dried off and put on some powder and a dab of after-shave. Kyle went into the bedroom and saw J.T and Jeff were on the bed and Bobby just sitting in the easy chair. All three were stripped down to their boxers. Jeff patted his hand on the bed as a signal for Kyle to come join them. Kyle got on the bed and quickly was taken down and put on his side in between Jeff and J.T. Jeff was behind Kyle, and J.T. got in a position that indicated a 69 was about to take place. Already totally naked, Kyle's cock was being licked, and his balls being massaged by J.T. Jeff was massaging Kyle's back and butt and whispered to Kyle to get started on J.T. Kent also asked him if he heard a quote recently attributed to Kent when asked how the Giants were doing on the field. Kent reportedly said, “right now we suck.” Kyle shook his head NO. Kent said, “Well, right now we really ARE going to suck.” Kyle would have to slide away the boxers, but did so and got to work on giving J.T.'s soon to be 9-inch cock some attention. In between slurping Snow's super shaft, Kyle was letting out loud moans, reflective of the pleasure J.T.'s lips mouth and hands were putting on Kyle's now hard 12 incher. "Ooooh J.T., that feels, that feeels so gooood, do me man, do me, I gotta shoot right now." In record time the Cubbie’s cock was ready to cum and J.T just brought it on. Kyle's ‘Cub Cream’ was oozing into J. T's mouth and flowing down his chin. Rather than milk him dry, J.T. rolled him over, and Kent took Kyle's cock in his mouth. It was still hard, but not ready to shoot an additional load of 'Sweet Georgia jizz'. J.T. yanked Kyle's head before he could start on Jeff and opened his mouth by pulling down on his chin. J.T. then spit the mouthful of Kyle cum into Farnsy's mouth. The warm liquid slid right down Farn's throat. J.T. then began to massage Kyle's backside all over, up and down his legs, his butt and his back. Jeff's moustache tickled Kyle’s dick as he slurped up and down the towering 12-inch tool. Kyle took Kent's ten inches and began to swirl his tongue around the MVP's mushroom head. "Never felt like this, you two are so hot together. I'm gonna cum again, I ain’t never had a blow job like this." As Jeff worked his magic mouth over the cock of Kyle, Kyle's balls tensed up and he shot another hot load of his ‘Kansan cream’ into the waiting mouth of Jeff Kent. Kyle fully expected Kent to continue, but he didn't. The two got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. "Don't worry Kyle, we'll be back to help Bobby." Kyle then felt Bobby turn him so he was on his back. Bobby had removed his own boxers. He moved Kyle so that his head was at the foot of the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, Bobby leaned over and said, "Squeeze my man tits, you hot shot." As Kyle took to massaging and pinching those huge pecs, Bobby moaned and the thought of turning on "Chestalella" pleased Farns. Bobby then licked Kyle's chin and proceeded to move down under his chin, then onto Kyle's own handsome chest and sliding down to his abs and navel, licking all the way. With Bobby's body hovering over him, Kyle's hands were wildly touching every part of that steroid-built body he was able to reach. Bobby reached ‘pay dirt’ and began to gobble up the 12 inch hot dog that was still hard as steel. Jeff and J.T. rejoined this threesome and each was rubbing up and down the fine Farnsworth thighs and calves. Bobby told Kyle to take his cock in his mouth. "I'm going to face fuck you." As Estalella ate up the length of Kyle's super stick, he also rhythmically pounded Farn's face. Kyle was thrusting and heaving and his body was in perfect rhythm with Bobby. Kyle couldn't stand this erotic scene and began to ooze cum from his throbbing dick. Bobby sucked the first load out, and then Jeff grabbed the ‘Farns fire stick’ and stroked it until as second load shot forth. J.T. was next and he forced a third massive load. Bobby then grabbed the still hard Kyle cock and Farns came again. Finally, Jeff took the tired tool in hand, J.T grabbed his balls and Bobby shoved his finger up Kyle’s butthole and punished Kyle's prostate so that Kyle screamed out "No more, I got no more!" But he did, and a fifth load, as large as any came shooting out. "We're done, country boy," said Jeff. Kyle rolled over onto his back and J.T. tattooed the Cub with the 4th set of symbols. "Say Kyle, the Phoenix will rise again, or at least cause you to rise again." Jeff laughed and they got dressed and left Kyle. Read Part 6 and find out how Kyle becomes a plaything to be toyed with.
