From Pitcher to Catcher I sit in my seat outside of my fami..

From Pitcher to Catcher I sit in my seat outside of my family’s private box suite on the hot summer day, enjoying the baseball game. My favorite pitcher was at the mound, throwing no hitters one after another. The blonde adonis looked sexy in his tight baseball pants. His uniform was tighter than most of the other players’, showing off his round bubble ass and his large cup. I had noticed a few women ogling the large bulge and had to smirk to myself. If they only knew under his extra large cup was a cockcage. His impressive cock was kept locked up during baseball season to keep him focused. Sammy raised up a leg as he was about to pitch the ball. His thighs were thick and his baseball player ass plumped. The jockstrap lines were clearly visible through the stretched worn baseball pants. His long black baseball socks showed off his well defined calves muscles. The look in his blue eyes was razor focus as he held the ball and his glove in front of his face. The sweat running from his blonde hair, sticking out from under his baseball cap, ran down his forehead. He then pitched the ball. The baseball flew through the air with force and speed. “Strike three, you out,” the umpire shouted as the batter missed the ball. Sammy’s teammate and the fans in the stands erupted in cheers as the team won. His teammates rushed the field to congratulate him. They patted him on the back, wrestling him to the ground before hoisting him up on their shoulders as their conquering hero. After the ballpark cleared out, I made my way to the locker room. It was deserted as players had already showered and went off to celebrate their win. I made my way to the bathroom area off the main locker room, and found Sammy still in his uniform. He looked so sexy in the baseball uniform standing in front of the mirror, taking a selfie to post on social media for his adoring fans. He made sure he got a side view, showing his large bulge and his tight bubble butt. Sammy turned and smiled when he noticed me standing by the doorway. “Good game,” I congratulated him as I moved toward him. “Thank you, sir. I owe you a lot,” he replied as he turned to face me. Sammy slowly knelt before me. I took his cap and turned it backwards. He looked up at me with those deep blue eyes looking for approval as he reached his hands out to undo my pants. My cock popped free and almost slapped him in the face. I smirked and gripped my cock. My cock was hard as I actually took it and slapped his handsome face. He closed his eyes and moaned while I rubbed my pre-cum against the day old growth of blonde beard. Sammy opened his mouth trying to take my thick cock into his mouth. I finally stopped teasing him and let him wrap his pouting lips around my cock. The baseball jock took my cock down his tight throat. He expertly worked his lips, tongue, and throat muscles over my thick cock. Sammy had came a long way since I first fucked his rookie mouth. He no longer had a gag reflex when taking my cock. Fearing that I would cum too soon to enjoy my baseball jock, I reluctantly pulled him off my cock and onto his feet. Sammy was breathing hard as I then opened his uniform shirt, revealing his smooth, ripped torso. His nipples quickly grew erect as the AC breeze hit them. I noticed the look of discomfort in his blue eyes and I smiled, knowing that his locked cock was fighting to get hard. I peeled the jersey off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I ran my hands down his muscular arms, feeling the hardness of his biceps and chisel triceps. Those arms delivered power when he threw the balls on the field and were perfect to grab hold of when fucking his tight bubble ass. I then moved my hands to his pecs, cupping them in my palms. He moaned as I squeezed and fondled them causing his cock to press against this cage. His nipples were hard as I ficked them between my fingers. “Please,” he moaned. I just smiled and continued my hands down his sculpted abs, tracing my fingers over the cobblestone abs and the veins of his lower stomach that disappeared into his uniform pants. Sammy turned away when I looked him in the eyes and grabbed him by his crotch. I felt the hardness of his cup and the cockcage under it. I know he was desperate to get hard even despite how painful it was becoming. Then I undid his belt and unzipped the pants, slowly peeling them down. Under his uniform pants he wore a pair of skin tight grey leggings. They were molded to his powerful legs like a second skin. I continued to pull the baseball pants down his legs and over his compression socks. He stepped out of the pants, keeping his cleats and socks on. His large mound and fat jock ass was more pronounced in the tights. I could even make out every chisel, defined muscle in his legs through the thin material. He moaned more intensely as I groped his crotch again. The cup was clearly visible through the tights. I moved behind him and made my jock boy face the mirror. He was fucking beautiful. He stood watching himself as I then slowly peeled the tights down and over his masculine hips and packed crotch. I revealed his amazing ass. The two smooth, fat yet firm ass cheeks were framed by the white jockstrap. I knelt as I continue to peel the tights down, over his socks and his baseball shoes. He obediently steps out of them. He looked so sexy standing there in his cleats, baseball socks, jockstrap, and baseball cap. Sammy was the living image of a sexy, dumb jock. I ran my hands up his powerful, blonde legs as I knelt behind him, running my hands over the defined quads and broad hamstrings to his perfect ass. I squeezed and kneaded the muscular cheeks, spreading them. His hole was tight and inviting. I couldn’t resist leaning in and burying my face in between those beautiful, powerful ass cheeks. He moaned and whimpered as my tongue flicked and probed his jockpussy. “Please, Fffuck,” Sammy moaned. I continued to rim him. While my tongue was fucking him, driving him wild in lust against his cockcage, I slapped those flawless ass cheeks. To Sammy's relief, I finally pulled away from his wet, now loose hole and slowly kissed my way up his back. I licked the v of his lower back where the cords of muscles merged to create the topshelf of his incredible ass. It was there that his only tattoo was, my initials within a sunburst design. I paused to admire the detailed artwork that I had designed and then I kissed it. When I stood up straight behind him, I reached around his narrow waist, my own exposed cock pressing against his ass as I reached into his jockstrap pocket and pulled out his cup. It however gave him very little relief. I put his cup to his face and made him take a deep breath of his own musk. His eyes feathered and he let out a low groan. “Good boy,” I whispered into his left ear, my tongue linking his earlobe. “Please,” Sammy muffled, begging through the jock cup. Sammy obediently kept his cup over his nose and mouth, while I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Around my neck on a gold chain was the gold key to his cockcage. Once I was naked, he dropped the cup but remained standing there. I reached around him and pulled the jockstrap’s pouch aside, exposing the steel cockcage. I released Sammy only when the team wins and then I fuck him. I had trained him to equate his release with winning and his release with getting fucked. Winning equal pleasure. I reached around him again with the key in hand and began to unlock the steel device. As the cockcage fell open onto the floor, his cock quickly grew rock hard and full mast. He moaned in pleasure and relief. Meanwhile, I gripped him by the narrow waist and aimed my hard throbbing cock between his fat jock cheeks. Sammy obediently leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall mirror. I then pulled him toward me while I thrust into him. “Fffuck, yes, fuck me,” he threw his head back and cried out. Sammy was feeling unbelievable pleasure as I began to move in and out of him. In return his tight jockpussy felt unbelievable. The anal muscles gripped my cock like a vice. They flexed and milked my cock trying to keep me deep inside him while I plowed him. The tough jock boy was moaning like a slut as my cock slid in and out of him. I held the waistband of his jockstrap using it like reigns as I rode and pound his ass. Each time deeper and harder. Sammy still wore his cleats, black baseball socks, jockstrap, and baseball cap. His eyes had rolled back into his head as he opened his mouth to moan. Sammy’s cock remained rock hard and throbbing as I rammed in and out of his jockpussy. However, I had trained him not to cum until I told him to. All jocks must be trained in self control. I finally felt sorry for Sammy. He was such a good jock boy. I thrusted all the way into him, pressing my body against his sweaty back, I then whispered into his ear, “cum for me.” It was like a flood gate being let open. Sammy cried out louder and waves of pleasure coursed through him. His cock erupted, shooting his load onto the mirror in front of him. His jock ass muscles spasmed around my cock, gripping it tighter as he came over and over. I couldn’t hold out and quickly followed, cumming deep inside him. I remained buried inside him making sure he got it all. After I had nothing left for my jock, I slid out of him. Exhausted, he fell to the floor like a rag doll.