Chapter 97: Pucking the virgin rookie -3

I stayed on my knees until my joints ached, the small silicone plug keeping me constantly, tantalizingly aware of what I was preparing for.

When Neal finally dismissed me, I stumbled back to my room in the dark, every single step causing the smooth bulb to press directly against my prostate.

Sleeping with it inside me was an agony of untouched arousal, but I refused to take it out. I couldn’t fail his first test.

The next morning, I wore it under my compression shorts during team practice just like he commanded.

Running drills with a plug firmly seated in my tight entrance was pure torture. Every time I sprinted down the pitch or kicked the ball, the silicone shifted, leaking slick down my inner thighs and making my head spin. Neal watched me like a hawk from across the field, a subtle, dark smirk playing on his lips every time I stumbled or bit my lip to hide a moan.

By eight o’clock that night, I was back at his dorm door.

"In," Neal ordered the second he opened it.

I stepped inside, and before he even told me to, I stripped naked and got right onto his bed, chest pressed against the headboard, presenting my ass to him.

"Good boy," Neal purred, stepping up behind me. He reached down and yanked the small plug out with a sharp, wet pop.

"Ah!" I gasped, my walls twitching wildly at the sudden emptiness.

"Time for size two," Neal said, picking up the medium-sized plug from the nightstand. It was noticeably thicker, the rounded head almost double the width of the first one.

He didn’t waste time on gentle warming up. He poured a generous palmful of heavy oil over my cheeks and pushed the blunt, wider head directly against my puckered rim.

"Captain, wait... it’s too..."

PAH!

A sharp, stinging slap landed square on my right cheek, cutting off my protest instantly.

"Did I ask for your opinion, Rookie?" Neal barked, his voice cold and commanding. "Breathe through it and take it."

I choked back a sob, gripping the wooden headboard until my knuckles turned white.

Neal leaned his heavy body over mine, pressing his broad chest against my bare back while his hand reached down, forcing the medium plug relentlessly past my tight ring of muscle.

The stretch was excruciating and dizzying. My body fought it, my tight walls desperate to reject the blunt width, but Neal’s dominant Alpha scent flared heavy in the small room, utterly crushing my resistance.

Plop.

The medium plug seated itself fully inside me, the flared base resting snug against my reddened cheeks. My whole lower body throbbed, stretched so wide I felt like I was completely gaping.

"Look at that," Neal murmured against my ear, his broad palm coming down to cup my sore, slapped rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Look how much wider you’re taking it already."

"It’s... it’s so big, Captain," I whimpered, tears of sheer sensory overload leaking onto the bedsheets.

"And my cock is still bigger," Neal reminded me darkly, his thumb tracing the flared base of the plug.

"You’re going to keep this inside you all night. And tomorrow night, you take the large one."

He reached around my hip, his long fingers wrapping tightly around my half-hard, leaking dick.

He gave it three fast, ruthless strokes, bringing me right to the absolute edge of a messy orgasm before abruptly letting go.

"No, no! Please, Captain, let me cum!" I begged, practically squirming on the mattress.

"Not a chance," Neal smirked, stepping back and wiping his oily hand on a towel.

"You don’t get to release until my dick is the thing making you cum. Now get up, clean yourself off, and get out of my sight."

I lay there trembling on his mattress, the medium plug throbbing heavily inside my stretched entrance.

Every tiny muscle twitch sent a wave of electric heat straight to my prostate, but the sudden absence of his hand on my leaking dick felt like pure agony.

"Did you hear me, Fraser?" Neal’s voice dropped, ice-cold and authoritative.

"I said clean yourself off and get out."

"Please, Captain," I sobbed, my hands still white-knuckled on the headboard.

"It hurts so much to be left like this. Just... just let me touch myself once. Please."

Neal went completely still.

Slowly, he tossed the towel onto his desk and turned around. His dark eyes locked onto mine, heavy with dangerous Alpha dominance that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

"You’re begging?" Neal purred, taking slow, deliberate steps back toward the bed until his knees pressed against the mattress. "You’re actually daring to negotiate with me after I gave you an order?"

My breath hitched. "I...I’m sorry, Captain, I just..."

"Shut up," he commanded flatly.

Before I could blink, Neal grabbed my ankles, yanking my legs out from under me so my knees slid back across the sheets. He flipped me over onto my back in one swift motion, pinning my wrists above my head with a single broad hand.

I was completely exposed to him now - naked, chest heaving, with the flared base of the medium plug clearly visible between my thighs, keeping me propped open while my dick twitched pathetically, dripping pre-cum onto my belly.

"You clearly need a reminder of what you are in this room," Neal said, his chest rising and falling heavily as his cedarwood scent flared, suffocating the small space.

"You aren’t a player right now. You aren’t my teammate. You are my Omega tool, and a tool doesn’t ask for permission to cum."

He reached down with his free hand, gripping the flared base of the medium plug.

Without a drop of extra oil, Neal gave the thick plug a sharp, ruthless twist, then shoved it an inch deeper into my tight, weeping core.

"Ah! Fuck!" I screamed, my hips snapping off the bed.

The textured bulb ground directly against my swollen prostate with brutal accuracy.

A blinding wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure-pain crashed through my brain, making my vision go completely spotted.

"Rule number one," Neal growled, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear, his heavy weight crushing me into the mattress.

"You do not speak unless spoken to. Rule number two: you do not touch your dick under any circumstances - not in this room, not in your dorm, not in the showers.

If I catch your hands near your groin, I add another week of plug training."

"Yes... yes, Captain!" I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks as my body shivered uncontrollably beneath him.

"Rule number three," Neal continued, his thumb coming up to press firmly against my throat, forcing my chin back as he began slowly pulling the medium plug out to the flared edge, then slamming it back inside in short, punishing thrusts.

"You wear this exact plug tomorrow. Not just to practice - you wear it to your morning lectures. You sit on it through every single class."

The mental image of sitting in a crowded lecture hall with Neal’s medium plug wedged deep inside my ass made my slick overflow, running down the crack of my buttocks.

"Can you do that for me, Fraser?" Neal growled, slamming the plug deep one last time until the base clacked against my cheeks.

"Or do I need to drop you from the team right now?"

"I can do it! I’ll wear it! I’ll sit on it all day, Captain!" I blubbered, completely broken, yielding entirely to his absolute control.

"Good boy," Neal whispered, finally releasing my wrists.

He stood up, looking down at my sobbing, writhing form with dark, ruthless satisfaction.

"Now keep your hands at your sides, stand up, and walk back to your dorm with my plug inside you. If I hear even a whisper that you touched yourself tonight, you’re done."

The next day was living hell in the best possible way.

Sitting through two back-to-back morning lectures with Neal’s medium plug wedged deep inside my ass was absolute torture.

Every subtle shift on the hard wooden auditorium chairs drove the smooth bulb directly into my prostate, keeping my face flushed and my briefs soaked in slick.

By the time 8:00 PM rolled around, I was practically floating on pure, desperate arousal as I stood outside Neal’s dorm.

I didn’t wait for him to command me. The second the door clicked shut behind me, I stripped off my clothes, dropped to my knees on his bed, and gripped the wooden headboard, presenting my gaping, desperate body to him.

"Look at you," Neal purred, stepping up behind me. "Eager."

He grabbed the medium plug and yanked it out with a loud, wet pop.

"Ah!" I gasped, my tight walls twitching wildly from the sudden emptiness.

"You survived the lectures," Neal said, picking up the third and final plug from his desk. It was huge - a massive, thick silicone monster that looked almost impossible to take.

"Now let’s see if you can handle the large one."

He smothered my cheeks and the bulb in heavy oil. Without a word of warning, he pressed the broad, blunt head directly against my puckered entrance and pushed.

"Captain... fuck!" I screamed, my knuckles turning white as the sheer width stretched my unworked muscles to their absolute limit. It felt like I was being split wide open.

"Breathe, Fraser! Take it!" Neal barked, his heavy Alpha scent flaring until the room smelled heavily of cedarwood, crushing my resistance. He brought his broad palm down in a sharp, stinging slap across my left buttock - PAH! - and shoved the plug all the way in.

Plop.

The massive base sat flush against my cheeks. I let out a broken, high-pitched sob, completely filled, stretched so wide I couldn’t even close my legs properly.

"Look at that," Neal murmured, cupping my sore, reddened ass and squeezing firmly. "You took it. You’re wide enough now, Rookie. Phase one is complete."

Before I could even process the relief, Neal leaned down, his voice dropping into a dark, dangerous whisper against my ear.

"Tomorrow, we start Phase Two."