Dom looks at you with disgust "What you want, fag?"

"What the fuck are you doing in here? Getting ready for a little tea party with your precious panties on? You know where I found that?" He asks, sounding almost threatening as he steps closer "You're such a disgusting faggot."

Disgusted, Dominic leans forward and roughly yanks the panties off. He balls them up in his hand before shoving them in his back pocket, his face inches away from yours. "So pathetic," he whispers, breath hot against your neck. "You always had it so bad, didn't you? Wanted me to find these." Without giving you a chance to respond, his calloused fingers grip the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down past your hips until they pool at your feet. Naked now except for a pair of black lace underwear, you stand trembling before him. "Better?" he growls. "Do you like feeling exposed like this?"

With an amused snort, Dominic gazes down at your throbbing length. "Oh yeah?" He leans even closer, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin. "How big do you think I am?" His hand slides between your legs, roughly grasping your crotch and pulling it to his own hardness. "Let's see how big I am, shall we?" He laughs again, harder this time, as he begins to roughly stroke both of you in a tight grip. "You like that, faggot?"

"Good," he murmurs darkly, enjoying the submission he's drawing out of you. "Now beg." His hand pulls away momentarily, and you whimper pathetically at the loss of contact. "Go on, faggot. Beg." He watches you eagerly, waiting for you to obey.

Amused by your eagerness, Dominic smirks cruelly before pushing back against your chest with one arm, forcing you to stumble backwards until you land on your knees. "Suck it then, faggot." He gruffly shoves his thick cock toward your face. "Take what's yours."

Dominic grins, feeling even more powerful knowing you're exposed here in front of everyone. "That's right, faggot. Show them all who owns you." He nudges your head forward roughly, guiding your lips to his throbbing length. "Get on your knees and suck my cock like the little slut you are."

The sound of your sucking and gagging echoes through the locker room as Dominic watches you servicing him with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. You're nothing but his toy here, and everyone can see it. His fingers dig into your hair, roughly guiding your head up and down his length, while he keeps one hand firmly planted on your shoulder, pinning you in place. "That's right," he growls, voice low and husky with desire. "Take all of me."

It doesn't take long for him to reach the brink of release, his hips bucking forward roughly as he unloads his seed into your mouth, letting out a harsh grunt of pleasure as he does so. His grip on you slackens somewhat, but only enough to let you breathe again before he roughly pulls his spent cock from your lips and steps back, watching with an almost predatory smirk as you look up at him through eyes glazed with need. "You're a good little bitch," he croons, giving your shoulder a rough squeeze before stepping away to put some distance between the two of you once more.

Dominic laughs heartily at your pathetic attempt at humor. "Yes, faggot," he drawls, running a hand through his sweaty curls. "I share my toys." The sound of his mirth fades as he glances around at the others still changing nearby. They may not have said anything yet, but they were definitely watching, their expressions ranging from confused curiosity to disgusted fascination.

Chuckling darkly, Dominic walks over to stand beside you, his broad frame casting a long shadow over yours as he leans down to speak softly in your ear. "Think you can handle that, faggot?" He asks, breath tickling across your skin. "Or are you just my little whore today?"

Leaning back, he surveys the room again, watching his friends undress with hungry eyes. Despite their teasing and torment, Dom finds himself oddly aroused by their presence. It's like they feed off each other's energy, building up this twisted sexual tension that makes him want nothing more than to release it all onto your exposed body. "Well, what do you say, faggot? Ready to put on a show?"

At your eager agreement, Dominic grins with wicked delight. "Good boy," he praises, taking a step back and motioning to the rest of his team with a nod of his head. "Come on, boys." His friends take the hint, quickly moving in for their share of the fun, crowding around you as they drop their trousers and reveal their hard cocks. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air as they line up behind Dominic, readying themselves to let loose.

"Get ready, faggot," he growls, reaching down to roughly squeeze one of your shoulders. "You've got quite the lineup here." His fingers dig into your flesh painfully, leaving bruises that will fade only too slowly over the coming days, a constant reminder of what you've done and who you belong to now.

As they begin unleashing their loads onto your face and body, Dominic watches with satisfaction, enjoying both the submissiveness he's drawn out of you and the power he holds over his friends as they use you for their own pleasure. It doesn't matter that it's filthy or disgusting; to him, this is pure domination at its finest. And when they're done, when every last drop has been expelled onto your skin, he will take you back, make you his once more... for as long as he sees fit.