The Benchwarmer - Part II
SUMMARY: Mere moments after feasting on enough food to feed at basketball team, Miles finds himself facing the team themselves, and their unrelenting teasing turns intense when the captain, Jasper, takes an interest in Miles's new diet.
“Didn’t expect to see you so soon, M’liege,” said Ty, the fast-food worker at the Burger Palace drive-thru. He smiled down at Miles with a grin that showed off his sharp incisors. Miles knew exactly what Ty was laughing at: the very same jock that had drive up to this window an hour ago to receive a massive, gluttonous order of burgers, was inexplicably back with a guilty look on his face, a jersey stained with grease, and a belly so suddenly bloated that it crammed up against the steering wheel. A pig, basically.
“Umm hey, yeah, I’m back. Something…happened,” Miles started to lie. He’d only had a few minutes to figure out what to say between repeating the order to the drive-thru intercom, and pulling up to pay, and try as he might, he couldn’t seem to break through the fog filling his brain. Visions fogged his mind. Visions of what he’d done with the police officer that had pulled him over, unfairly detained him, and forced him to eat bite after bite of the feast until it was all crammed in his straining gut. That feast was meant for a team of hungry basketball players, yet Ty had eaten every burger, nugget, fry, and even the shakes. He had no idea how it was possible, but he suspected it had everything to do with the people-pleasing tendencies that had been rammed into him on account of his status as team benchwarmer. The eating had felt like a sudden, secret talent, and the more he pushed his limit, the better he’d felt. Even realizing this turned his cock hard again, and he’d barely managed to shove it down when it was his turn to pull up.
So, no, he didn’t have a lie quite ready for Ty in the drive-thru window. “Something…happened to the food,” he repeated. Was it vanished? Stolen? Had it just spontaneously flown out of the car? He gulped. “It’s gone.”
Ty’s grin wrestled itself into a self-serious line that matched Miles’ dire tone. “Yeah, buddy, I know.” And then Ty past Miles’ car, to where only a thin border of trees separated this lot, and the one next to it, which is where Miles had gotten stuffed by the officer. And, to Miles horror, the trees provided almost no cover. The lot of strikingly visible, bathed in the red overhead light of the Burger Palace’s neon sign.
Miles gulped again, unable to look back at Ty. He was determined not to confirm his worst fear—that Ty had seen every single moment of the entire humiliating ordeal—yet that damn smile was audible in Ty’s words as he said, “Same as last time. Park in the lot and we’ll bring the bags out to stuff in your trunk.”
Miles was furious that even this small jab got his cock to twitch. What was going on with him? He pulled up, texted his team an update that he was nearly arrived at the house that they were hanging out at, the ignored their outraged responses while he focused on trying to breath. Was he going to be okay, after all that food? How many calories could a body possibly absorb all at once? If he was worried before about the extra weight that had recently gathered in his ass, he was definitely worried now. If he was smart he would have left the fast food joint right then and there, never letting another morsel of food into his car, but instead he popped the trunk as Ty and his coworkers processed out to him holding up big, heavy bags of food. Once inside, they closed the trunk and slapped it, whooping like they’d spanked Miles’s actual ass, and he drove off with a burning face.
Drove off very slowly. Officer Hunter was bound to be around here still. Or maybe he had vanished forever. Miles wondered if they’d ever see each other again. The wheel began to drift in his daydreaming, and he corrected it with a tug. Tempting fate twice in one night was insane, and plus he had a feast to deliver.
The team had gathered after the game at one of the captain’s frat houses, a usual spot for their late-night debauchery when they didn’t have an early practice the next morning. As Miles entered, cheers went up throughout the first floor, and a seemingly endless parade of massive boys rushed to snatch the food from his arms. They dumped it all out on a large table in the living room that had been an arena for been pong moments ago, sorting through it all like it was treasure until they found what they’d requested. Miles was nervous they’d notice his belly under his crossed arms, but instead the team was delighted that not a single thing had been forgotten. They chanted Miles’ name as they dispersed back to their various activities, and for just a moment Miles forgot his aching gut.
Then, behind him, came an amused voice, “Benchwarmer, do we need to get you a bigger uniform?”
It was Jasper, one of the captains. The one who was a brother at this frat, in fact. He was tall, like Miles, but carved with a wicked sharpness. He looked so striking, Miles had always thought, watching the guy race across the court. Evidently, Jasper had taken his own turn watching Miles back. Right now, his eyes were clearly watching Miles’ ass.
“Left it in the dryer too long,” Miles said with a grin he hoped seemed casual. There was nothing casual about the blush in his cheeks, though.
“What took you so long, Benchy?” Jasper said, poking at Miles. “We almost had to order pizza.” Jasper wagged his phone back and forth, and Miles saw a delivery app with a full cart moments away from being ordered.
“Sorry, I stayed a bit late cleaning up,” Miles offered.
“And?”
“And…shooting free throws?” said Miles.
Jasper’s captain-brain took over, and he gave Miles a slap on the back. “Atta boy. Love the dedication, man, but you almost caused a mutiny. These boys are hungry. Hey, speaking of, you got yourself something, right? You should eat fast. That stuffs no good when its cold.”
Jasper was flipping open his wallet to reimburse Miles with cash, but the captain glanced up when Miles couldn’t answer. Had he ordered for himself again? He’d just repeated everything, mindlessly, but surely he’d know not to bother with those extra few burgers, right?
“Umm, I….” Miles blanched. Luckily, he was saved from answering when a few of the other boys—Kit and Thomas—butted into the conversation to ask Jasp how to hook up the game system below the living room’s massive TV. Evidently a huge tournament was about to begin. “You play, Benchwarmer?” they asked Miles.
“I’m good,” Miles muttered. He rarely turned down a chance to prove himself, but he was genuinely worried that if he sat down, he’d just fall asleep. The sooner he found an excuse to leave, the better.
“Go figure, he wants to just hang out here, ogling at Jasper and picking at all the fatboy food,” Kit laughed. Thomas punched his arm.
“Hey, be chill, Kit. The kid doesn’t get the same gametime,” Thomas defended, but even that sounded like a diss. Jasper scowled. “Actually, boys, Miles stayed after to shoot free throws. Kit, you missed two this game, didn’t you? Maybe you want to go up against our rookie tomorrow, and see how really belongs on that court?”
Chastised, Kit scoffed.
“And Thomas, it wasn’t long ago that you were the chubby little benchwarmer watching the men do their work,” Jasper continued. The whole thing felt like a very intense joke, and it only built Miles’s respect for Jasper as a captain. That is, until Jasper said, “And besides, Miles here hasn’t even had a bite. Look, his meals right there. He hasn’t even touched it.”
There was in fact one bag left on the table full of shiny wrappers and discarded sauce packets. Miles’s meal, that he had in fact ordered. At Jasper’s urging, he reached for it. It was so far from him he had to lean on the table, putting a pleasant pressure on his full belly. Behind him, Kit and Thomas whistled, and Kit said, “Oh, damn look at that thang, benchwarmer!”
Thomas had his own snide remark. “No wonder Jasper likes to keep you right where he can see that ass. It’s almost big enough for him to—” Thomas cut off as Jasper knocked him on the back of the head, but it didn’t end the teasing. The older boys took full advantage of the show, even going as far as to rub their hands on Miles’s bent-over bottom. Then Kit yanked down on the waistband, exposing one of Miles’s soft cheeks, and the slap was so loud that the entire living room turned in surprise. Or had Miles’s yelped? He didn’t know as he right himself, yanking up his shorts. Then Jasper let out a wry laugh—not at Miles but at the room full of gawkers, turning the joke of the moment back on their leering curiosity.
“Don’t mind them,” Jasper said to just Miles, waving off Kit and Thomas. “They joke around. Seriously, the comments don’t mean a thing.” But even as he said it, Jasper’s face had taken on a bit of a flush, too. He excused himself, leaving Miles alone at the table. Finally. This was his chance to leave, but something about the strange interaction with Jasper had sparked intrigue in his mind. Was Jasper really like that?
Miles got his answer a few hours later. Most of the team had trickled home, but the video game tournament raged on. All the remaining eyes in the room were glued to the tiny war being waged between the remaining players, including Miles. He had hovered by the beer pong table most of the night, relishing the slow sense of relief that started to spread from his gut as his body gradually churned his binge into fat. Occasionally, his eyes had begun to flick to the bag of fast food he’d abandoned. It wasn’t that he was hungry, or horny. He was just…curious. But there was no way he was eating that shit.
Maybe, just maybe, he could have a bite, right?
No, what was he thinking! He shook his head, wondering at his own greed. But it sort of made sense, in a way, didn’t it? He’d been filled within an inch of his life, and now even the slightest room gained by his digestion was bound to feel significant. He wasn’t hungry, his body just didn’t know any better. And, if he was honest, it was the same with his cock. The pleasure had been so complete when he came hands-free in Officer Hunter’s lap that now, hours later, an ache of emptiness pulled at his balls.
Maybe just a nibble.
Miles gingerly slid back to his spot at the table, leaned over, and hovered a hand over the burger.
“That stuffs no good when it’s cold. I told you that.”
Miles stiffened, but didn’t turn around. He was certain Officer Hunter was back, standing behind him in his too-tight uniform. He could feel the man’s massive muscles closing in for a hug. But then, to Miles’s surprise, it was only Jasper to reach around and place a wad of cash in Miles’s pocket.
“Sorry, forgot to give this to you before,” Jasper said like the motion was ever-so-casual, yet they both felt Jasper’s hand graze up the slight puff of Miles’s love handles. When neither of them flinched, which was customary anytime the athletes joking jabs got a little too tender on accident, Jasper slid a little closer.
“You know, I hadn’t really noticed until the other boys mentioned it, I swear I hadn’t,” Jasper said, “But that ass, man…what are you doing at the gym? Squats?”
Miles shook his head, but Jasper was keeping his tone perfectly cool, like this was a casual discussion between two bros despite the clear sexual tension building. Jasper’s hands danced along Miles’s straining waistband.
“C’mon, don’t hold out on me, Benchy. What’s your secret? Split lunges?”
Then Jasper’s hand found its way into cupping Miles’s ass for a clinical squeeze. Miles didn’t yelp this time. He held his breath and locked his eyes on the video games, willing the rest of the room to do the same.
“Oh,” Jasper chuckled. He was whispering now, right into Miles’s ear. “I know your secret. Food. That ass isn’t only muscle, is it?” There was no time to answer as Jasper gently massaged at Miles’s ass, as if continuing some sort inspection. Whatever he found, he seemed to want more and more of, and Miles’s found himself breathless with the heady rush of another jock playing with his fat ass. Jasper must have noticed—or maybe he truly was going to get what he wanted one way or another from his growing benchwarmer—because he gently jerked down Miles’s shorts. Then he laid his hand on the tender print where Miles had been spanked. The touch was soft and suddenly intimate, marking a clear transition between Jasper’s bro façade, and whatever this next phase was.
Slowly, Jasper pushed on the small of Miles’s back, leaning him over the table ever so slightly. Then Jasper lowered himself to his knees, so quietly that for a moment Miles was sure the captain had drifted away. But then came a kiss, right on Miles’s cheek. And another. And another. Soft, quiet kisses that blended into the din of activity in the room. It was the strangest, most exciting feeling in the world, Miles thought, even as his mind tried not to panic. If anyone glanced back, they’d see him standing at the table, leaned forward slightly, but because of the way the table was positioned in the room, Jasper was completely blocked from view. He seemed to know this. Maybe he’d even done this before. Either way, there was nothing but confidence on Jasper’s tongue as it gently dragged up the curve of Miles ass before slipping into the crack and making a wet path right into his hole.
Miles stifled a moan. He was beyond glad he’d showered up with the team despite never breaking a sweat, but he was aware that the last time he’d sweat had been even more recent, in the back of Officer Hunter’s fan. He’d eaten so much, and so fast, that he’d gathered a slight sheen all over. Did Jasper care? Of course Jasper didn’t care. Jasper, the team captain, had bent him over in a room full of jocks, and was now tongue fucking him with a practiced rigor that nearly shot moan after moan out of Miles’ wobbling lips.
And that wasn’t all. Jasper’s hands were getting bold, squeezing over Miles’s ass, to his hips, and finally to his cock. Miles groaned at the firm grip being applied through the slippery fabric of his short. The threat of another climax began to tickle him somewhere deep inside. About as deep as Jasper’s roaming tongue. Miles tried to fight it, but the moment Jasper’s other hand worked up to squeeze his belly, he knew this was a fight he was bound to lose. Jasper, too, felt the reaction. As he squeezed at the taught, giggling fat that had begun to gather around Miles’s middle, precum gushed from Miles’s cock. In minutes, the front of the benchwarmer’s shorts were damp from the inside out.
It was almost too much pleasure, too fast, and Miles nearly lost himself to it right then and there. But then the worst possible thing happened. Right under his captains grip, Miles felt his stomach let out a loud growl.
“That you, Benchwarmer? Just eat your food already,” called Kit from the couch, sparing only a brief glance back at Miles. It was enough to get Jasper to duck down, extracting both his hands and tongue covertly.
“I will,” Miles shot back at Kit, making no move towards the food before him. To his surprise, it was being unwrapped anyways, but Jasper’s reaching hand. What was the captain up to, now? Miles stood up straight, turning to face the other guy knelt behind him, but then Jasper popped up, too.
“Eyes ahead,” he ordered, and Miles pivoted back towards the video game tournament.
“Good boy,” Jasper said, lips grazing Miles’s ear. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Miles nodded.
“Me too, Benchy. You had yourself a little snack before this, didn’t you?
Miles nodded.
“Thought so. But you’re still hungry, aren’t you?”
Still wasn’t quite the right way of putting it. For a while the hunger had abated completely, but now that it was back, it was back. Miles’s tummy let out another growl.
He nodded.
“If you’re hungry, you should eat,” Jasper whispered, raising a fist of fries up to Miles’s face. If he let this happen, he was a goner for sure. He knew that now after how far things got with Officer Hunter. But if he didn’t give in, someone was sure to spot the odd scene stretching out at the table.
“Let me in, Benchy,” Jasper whispered, gently pressing the fires to Miles’s lips. And, down below, something else pressed to a different opening of Miles. A pressure, intense but pleasant, taking advantage of the slick spit on his asshole, driving into him with a soft, expanding pressure. Was this really happening? Was Miles about to get fed and fucked at the same time? His mind couldn’t handle jumping between the two opposite pressures, and in the end he opened up—both above and below—at the exact same time. Salty fries crammed down his throat as a fat cock stretched into his matching fat ass.
“Good booooyyyy, Benchy,” Jasper growled, helping Miles chew by holding his jaw shut until the fries were swallowed. “Goood booooyyyy, piggy. Now grab that burger—”
But the fries had been enough. Combined with the fucking, and the intensity of the act behind the backs of the team, Miles’s was hopelessly evacuating his balls yet again into the fabric of his shorts. And, once again, not a hand could be found jacking him off. It had just happened, based on his body’s will but in defiance of his own mind.
And, of course, he’d let out a devastatingly audible moan. The sudden quiet of the room told him exactly what he was going to see when he opened his eyes, so for another few seconds he kept his eyes clamped shut in rejection of reality. Everyone was staring at him. He knew it. Even the game had been paused.
“Damn, Jasper,” Thomas said from the couch. “Again?”
“Sorry,” Jasper said, a little sheepish, but with a boyish mischievousness that spoke to some sort of pattern. Pattern of what? This? Miles cracked an eye open. The other boys were, in fact, all turned towards him and Jasper at the table. To few seemed utterly horrified, but most of the older boys were give Jasper knowing smirks.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Jasper said, slowly resuming the fucking of Miles’s ass. “Maybe we should order that pizza after all. Who’s in?”
Hands across the room shot up. The few boys who hesitated seemed to immediately succumb to the effects of peer pressure, and then all eyes were back on Miles.
“How about it, Benchy?” Jasper said with a snide mock in his voice as he pulled out of Miles’s ass with a luxuriating, excruciating slowness. As he sunk back in at the same speed, he asked, “Got room for more?”
Muscles shaking, Miles raised his hand, bringing the team’s decision to unanimity.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: yeah..........sorry, I got captivated with this one and banged out part II right away....but I am not so sure what happens in part III yet. Maybe I will switch to MGB, but sometime tells me I'll be back with Miles and the team soon no matter what.