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Rise of the Rubber Drones
Chapter 2: Number 19
Nick braced himself against the bathroom wall, moaning into the balled-up sock Tommy held over his mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of Nick’s ass. Tommy’s hand was racing up and down Nick’s cock in time with the rapid thrusts. Freshly high from winning the big game, the soccer players had barely closed the stall door before dropping their shorts. Nick’s sweat-soaked #19 jersey clung to him so tightly it felt like a second skin. Nick stifled a deep moan, inhaling more and more of the ripe stench of Tommy’s game socks. The odour, combined with the stroking, the pounding on his prostate, Tommy’s total domination of him, and the knowledge that all their teammates were on the other side of that wall celebrating was driving Nick closer and closer to the edge. He heard Tommy growl in his ear as the pounding increased and his strokes slowed. The feeling of Tommy biting down hard on his neck made him inhale the reek of his teammate’s soiled sock. Nick’s eyes rolled back into his head and Tommy fucked him over the edge. Nick imagined fireworks as the ecstasy spread from his ass and exploded out his throbbing cock. When Tommy saw how Nick had coated the wall with cum, he nibbled the bottom’s ear and purred “Good boy.” Nick melted as Tommy grabbed him by the hips and started fucking him harder and deeper. After another minute of frantic, brutal thrusting, Nick felt his guts fill up with Tommy’s warm seed.
Out of breath, Tommy collapsed onto the grimy bathroom floor, pulling Nick down on top of him. Nick settled his head onto the soft, damp material over Tommy’s chest. He listened as the centerman’s rapid heartbeat slowed to a normal pace and rhythm.
“Good game, bro,” Tommy whispered after they had stayed there for a while. It sounded like the rest of the team, or most of them had left the locker room to go out and celebrate with their friends and family in the stands.
“Good game, man. I can’t believe we’re going to the championship.” The high of victor had abated some with Nick’s post-nut-clarity, but he was still excited, the team had worked so hard for this.
Nick looked up Tommy’s body to better see his face. Tommy’s short crop of ginger curls contrasted beautifully against the royal blue team uniform he wore. His face was freckled and youthful with bright blue eyes that were wiser than Tommy’s 20 years. On nights when he and Tom spent the night together, Nick loved to run his hands through those curls. They had been hooking up off and on since the beginning of the season. They were the only gay players on the team so kept their promiscuous behaviour a secret. Nick knew their time on the team together would end with the season, so he had worked up the courage to ask Tommy out on a proper date after today’s game. Going on to the championship gave Nick more time to work up his nerve.
Tommy breathed in deeply. “I think we should actually take those showers now, Nico.”
“Yeah, you're probably right, Tommo.” Nick chuckled at the pet names. Tom gently slid out from below him and stood, reaching a hand down to help Nick to his feet. The moment Nick was vertical again, Tommy’s cum began to drip down his thighs.
“Damn, look at all the cum I pumped into that ass of yours, bro,” Tommy teased. He ran a finger between Nick’s cum-slicked cheeks, grazing Nick's well-used hole. For a moment, all Nick wanted to do was to bend over and let Tommy have him all over again. From the look on Tommy’s freckled face, his wish must have shown.
“Don’t worry, bro,” Tommy taunted before sucking the cum from his finger, “Once we win the championship, I’ll give you as many loads as you can carry in that fine ass of yours.
Nick took his time in the shower, being sure to clean the cum from his ass before he turned the water off. Tommy was gone by the time he finished, Nick had the locker room all to himself to get dressed. That was for the best, he knew. He and Tommy being naked in the same room, alone, could only lead to one thing. He noticed that most of the team’s stuff was still there, and they hadn’t changed out of their uniforms yet, which was odd. He thought he heard a commotion outside. Nick dressed in his team joggers and went to investigate the noise.
Jogging over to the field with his gear bag slung over his shoulder, it was clear to Nick something wasn’t right. On the field, he saw his team’s blue and the other team’s red jerseys. He saw another colour too: black. Nick approached the field seemingly unnoticed, ducking behind a bleacher to see what was going on. He didn’t recognize the shiny black figures and had no idea what they could be. Everything below their eyes looked as if they were coated in rubber.
They were chasing players on the field and grabbing men from the stands. Most tried and failed to run. The things were fast, inhumanly fast and guarded the exits and entrances to the field. Nick watched as one of his teammates, Chris, was chased around the field. Chris was the fastest runner on the team, but they caught him just the same. One grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to a stop. The other creature pressed a finger to Chris’s forehead. All at once all resistance faded from Chris. The Drones let him go, but instead of running away, Chris squared his shoulders and began to walk robotically, only stopping when he had joined one of three lines of other men, dropping to his knees like the rest. The lines were filled with blues and reds and civilians from the crowd alike in no order other than the order that they had been caught. At the front of each line was a drone.
His friend and teammate Markus was on his knees, unmoving, in front of a drone with dark, spiked hair. Nick wanted to yell, to scream for him to run, but something inside told him to be quiet. Nick watched in horror as a massive cock-shaped shaft grew from the drone’s shiny crotch area. It placed its rubber hands on both sides of Markus’ head and thrust in and out. The thing built up speed, pistoning faster and faster all the way down the goalie’s throat. Soon, a wave of liquid rubber washed down Markus, his uniform and clothing disappearing before it. Before long the rubber solidified, and another rubber drone rose in Markus’ place.
Alarm raced through Nick as he remembered Tommy. He tried to search the lines of subdued players and fans but didn’t see Tom anywhere. ‘He must have escaped, thank god.’ Nick needed to escape too, and go find help.
More and more rubber drones were rising by the minute. Nick found his opening. A long section of fence was unguarded just on the far end of the field, the drones would have to go all the way around the field to try and catch him. If Nick ran as fast as he could, he had a chance of climbing over the fence before the things even got close. Nick prepared to run.
Movement on the field caught his attention. Nick’s heart skipped a beat in his chest as a drone on the field pointed a shiny rubber finger directly at his hiding spot behind the bleacher. It was now or never, he knew. Nick sprinted out from behind the benches as fast as he could. His wind was knocked out of him by a rubber shoulder, sending him into the grass. Nick looked up and saw a rubber drone with ginger curls and blue eyes as cold as steel, its finger lowering towards his forehead.
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