Chapter 98: Pucking the virgin rookie -4

The next afternoon, team practice was in full swing under the blazing sun. My body was humming, my tight core still feeling the lingering stretch from the large plug Neal had forced me to sleep with.

Halfway through our tactical drills, Coach called a ten-minute water break. The rest of the players scattered toward the benches, laughing and shouting, but Neal caught my eye and jerked his head toward the dark equipment shed at the edge of the field.

I followed him inside, the heavy wooden door swinging shut behind us, cutting off the bright sunlight.

The muted sounds of our teammates chatting and drinking water outside filtered through the thin wooden walls.

"Pants down. Right now," Neal commanded, his voice cold and absolute.

"Here?" I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs in pure terror.

"Captain, the whole team is right outside!"

"Did I ask for a debate?"

Neal growled, stepping into my space, his Alpha aura instantly filling the cramped shed.

Trembling, I unbuckled my belt and let my shorts and briefs drop to my knees.

Neal reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, remote-controlled bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube.

He slathered the bullet, reached down, and shoved it deep past my tight ring of muscle, right alongside my slicked walls.

"Ah!" I gasped, clapping both hands over my mouth to stifle the noise as I heard several players laughing just ten feet away outside the shed wall.

Neal pulled out a sleek black wireless remote and pressed a button.

The bullet inside me roared to life on the highest vibration setting, buzzing violently directly against my swollen prostate.

My eyes rolled back, my knees completely buckling.

I would have collapsed straight onto the dusty dirt floor if Neal hadn’t caught me by the neck, pinning me firmly against the wooden wall.

"Listen to me very carefully, Rookie," Neal purred, his thumb pressing lightly over my windpipe, forcing me to look into his dark, merciless eyes while the vibrator wrecked my nerves.

"We are going back out onto that field right now. You are going to run the rest of practice with this buzzing inside you."

"Captain... please..." I whimpered beneath my breath, tears of intense pleasure pooling in my eyes as my dick leaked a heavy stream of pre-cum against my stomach.

"If you make a sound, if you stumble, or if anyone notices you reacting," Neal whispered, his voice dark with absolute control,

"I turn the remote to max and leave it on till the Coach is done talking with the team. Do you understand me?"

"Yes... yes, Captain," I choked out, completely helpless, bound to his mercy as the risk of public exposure somehow made my dick even harder.

Neal pulled my shorts and briefs back up, his hands swift and brutal as he adjusted my waistband, concealing the heavy bulge of my leaks.

He slid the tiny black remote into his pocket, tapped my cheek with two firm fingers, and opened the shed door.

The bright sunlight blinded me for a second, but the relentless, high-speed buzzing inside my core hit a thousand times harder.

"Move it, Fraser," Neal barked casually, stepping out onto the grass ahead of me like nothing had happened.

I stumbled out behind him, my legs trembling so badly I could barely keep my balance.

Every step I took drove the vibrating bullet straight into my swollen prostate. My dick throbbed painfully inside my tight athletic compression shorts, spilling hot pre-cum with every stride.

"Alright, boys! Five-on-five possession drills!"

Coach yelled from the center line, blowing his whistle sharp and loud.

"Corey, get on the left wing!"

I took my position on the pitch, biting the inside of my lip until I tasted blood just to keep from crying out.

Ten feet away from me stood Mark, one of the senior defenders.

"Hey, Rookie! You alright? You’re looking real red in the face," he called out, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"I’m... I’m fine! Just ready,"

I managed to squeak out, my hands clenching into tight fists at my sides.

Across the pitch, Neal caught my eye. A dark, dangerous smirk played on his lips.

Slowly, his hand slipped into his pocket.

Suddenly, the vibration pattern inside me shifted, switching from a steady buzz to a sharp, relentless pulsing rhythm that pounded directly against my sweet spot.

"Ah...!"

A sharp gasp ripped from my throat. I instantly clamped both hands over my mouth, dropping to one knee as if tying my cleat to cover for the sudden collapse.

"Fraser! Keep your eyes on the ball!" Coach barked from the sidelines.

"Sorry, Coach!" I gasped out, my head spinning, my Omega instincts screaming at me to drop to the grass and beg Neal to take me right there in front of the entire squad.

The ball came flying toward me. I forced my shaking body up, trapped the ball with my boot, and passed it off to Mark just as Neal closed in on me.

As Neal ran past to chase the play, his shoulder intentionally brushed hard against mine. His heavy, unsuppressed Alpha scent flared for just a fraction of a second, hitting my nostrils like pure gasoline on a fire.

"Good control, Rookie," Neal purred under his breath, so low only I could hear it over the sound of cleats digging into the turf.

"Now let’s see how you handle the final drill."

For the next twenty agonizing minutes, I ran, sprinted, and dodged across the field with a high-powered vibrator wrecking my insides while my long-time crush tracked my every move.

The constant risk of one of my teammates noticing the wet patch bleeding through my shorts or hearing my muffled whimpers or the not so silent buzz up my ass, kept me on the absolute edge of a hands-free orgasm the entire time.

When Coach finally blew the long, double-whistle signaling the end of practice, my knees gave out completely, and I collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily.