Team Sub

Chapter 8 -- Inferno

Note: Contains strong language. In real life, please show respect and practise safe and consensual sex.

*****

After the impromptu dom/sub session, things were slightly awkward between Dan and Isaac.They made chit-chat and hung out the odd time, but there was an air of tension in the apartment.

They of course didn't bring up the elephant in the room. The session looked like it would be a once off, never to be repeated or even talked about.

Dan wished he could bring it up, but Isaac's moodiness with how it had ended made it seem like it would only result in an explosive reaction.

There was something there, Dan had felt it. But he didn't want to push his housemate, especially if it put their friendship in jeopardy. He would have to try putting it out of his mind.

A distraction came in the form of a message from Tyler.

'Hey, boy. Were watching the game this weeknd at Erics. Interested in usin u for the night. Ronan and Leo too. U down to serve?'

Dan took in the message, but didn't reply. His four teammates wanted to use him, more than likely for sex. He would be lying if he said he wasn't aroused, wondering what they'd get up to. Of course he liked being dommed, especially by four guys, but the discussions he'd had with his coach and Isaac had got him thinking.

Maybe there was more than one way to be a dom or be a sub. Maybe not all kink sessions had the same dynamics to them that revolved around the same setups. He'd enjoyed dipping his toes in with his teammates, but they seemed more into one-time plays more than developing anything further. And the last session he'd had with Eric had really taken it out of him, both physically and mentally. They only seemed to be getting more intense, and Dan wasn't sure if he wanted to go much further in terms of receiving brutality.

But the more and more the week went on after receiving the invite, the more tempted he was. Things weren't getting any better with Isaac, who wasn't bringing up what had happened and seemed elusive whenever Dan was around.

Dan didn't want to lose out on the opportunity to sub. He'd explored his inner sub and had the taste for it. He had some enjoyable sessions and conversations, but now it seemed like it was being taken from him by his own reservations, whether valid or not.

'Go to Eric's or not?' he thought. He was dying to sub out again. And maybe it wouldn't be too bad? He couldn't give up the opportunity so he pulled out his phone and replied to Tyler, 'Yes, Sir. I'm interested in serving. What do I need to bring?'

*****

Saturday evening rolled around. Dan stood on Eric's doorstep, finger above the buzzer. 'What am I getting myself into?' he thought. He filled his cheeks with air and slowly exhaled, pressing the doorbell and hearing the ding-dong chime in the house.

Eric answered and hoorayed, pulling Dan inside. 'There's my boy. Ready to serve, fag?' He slapped Dan on the butt. 'The lads are already here.'

'Yes, Sir,' Dan gulped as he followed Eric into the living room where the others were wearing rugby jerseys. They had started drinking already as the pre-match coverage had begun on the TV.

'Hey, there he is,' Ronan cheered. 'Sexy boy.'

'You're late, fag,' Tyler tussled Dan's hair.

'Looking forward to using your holes,' Leo grinned.

Dan took in all the jokes and jibes, rolling with the banter as he blushed from the attention.

'Alright, in the bathroom. Go get your uniform on,' Tyler nodded towards the stairs.

Dan walked away to the bathroom, locked it once inside and opened his bag. He and Tyler had discussed the evening's plans earlier in the week. He would be serving the lads both domestically - getting them drinks, snacks, tidying up - and sexually. His uniform for the night would be a bowtie and a black jockstrap.

Dan's mouth had gaped in shock at the skimpiness of the uniform. Sure the team had all seen each other naked in the locker rooms, but an outfit that barely covered him seemed worse than nudity, especially when the others were all fully dressed.

But he had to admit, it did excite him a little to be put on show and reveal his body like that. It got him into his subspace as his mind shifted at the thought of four clothed men using him in nothing but a jockstrap and bowtie. The hierarchy and power dynamics thrilled his mind. He thought about that as he undressed and put on the outfit, which didn't take very long, hoping he could drown out the anxious butterflies in his stomach.

'Come on bitch,' Dan heard from the living room.

He hurried and stashed away his bag. Stepping out of the bathroom, he felt the cool air on his exposed body and held himself to warm up and also cover himself.

'There's the fag,' Tyler yelled.

'Woooo lookin' good slut,' Leo came up behind him and smacked his bare ass, making him yelp.

'Mmmm you make a handsome sub,' Ronan stood in front of him and straightened his bowtie.

Dan gulped, making the bowtie bounce against his Adam's apple, which caused Ronan to chuckle.

'Come on guys,' Eric came up behind Dan and hugged him, the large muscular bear of a man towering over him. 'Be nice to our fag,' he placed his head beside Dan and kissed his neck, causing Dan to flutter.

Dan was surprised by Eric's kind words, he was usually the most brutal of the four men.

'He has to serve us drinks and snacks first,' Eric explained, '... then later we'll use him like a fuck toy,' he added to the laughs and jeers of the others.

Dan should've known. There was always a sadistic angle to Eric's thinking. The kind words hadn't lasted for long.

'You better not spill any drinks while you're serving us, got it boy?' Eric held his face against Dan's. 'Or else I'll beat you senseless,' he gave Dan a peck on the cheek. 'Now go on,' he released Dan, who scooted off to the kitchen to retrieve beers for the lads.

*****

Soon the living room was filled with hoots and cheers as the lads enjoyed the match on TV. Dan topped up his teammates' drinks when they were running low, taking the empty bottles to the bin and returning with new drinks.

When not taking orders, he was commanded to stand in the corner looking at the wall, not allowed to watch with them. He was slightly turned on by obeying their orders and serving them, but their raucous behaviour made it difficult to enjoy the sub headspace.

'Thanks bitch,' they had said to him at the start, but now they barely grunted at him when he replaced their drinks with new ones or filled up the bowls with snacks. The thrill of serving them seemed to be losing its lustre. It just felt like work and the odd names they called him seemed dismissive rather than intentional dom/sub interactions.

As they got drunker, he seemed to grow more sober, becoming more aware of their sloppiness as they jostled each other and slurred their words. It was revealing to him more of their true nature.

*****

After the game, the lads were commiserating a loss, fueled with ever more beer. They were looking for something to take their frustration on - or someone as Dan soon found out as they called him over to the couch.

'Down on the floor in front of us boy,' Tyler pointed.

Dan knelt down on the carpet, slightly thrilled by the command, but also frightened by what might happen next.

'Good fag,' Leo spat in his face and the lads laughed.

Dan wiped the spit from his face, blushing. Normally, he might enjoy something of this nature, but the laughing and jeering was tainting the moment.

'Say thank you for that alpha spit, fag,' Eric ordered.

'T-t-thank you, Sir,' Dan stuttered.

He felt a whack across his face as Eric walloped him and the others 'ooooohed' in surprise that Eric had been violent with him. 'Thank him properly, bitch,' Eric yelled.

'Thank you for your alpha spit Sir,' Dan said loudly, but looked at the floor, embarrassed by being slapped. He could feel himself getting hard, but he hated what Eric had done, which only made him confused and angry.

'Alright, down. I need a footrest,' Tyler pushed Dan on all fours and placed his feet on Dan's back.

'That's boring man, use him for something else,' Ronan pushed a foot against Dan's side and toppled him over, losing balance.

The lads laughed as Dan picked himself up off the floor. They were making a mockery of him, treating him like an object. But not in a safe, secure dom/sub environment. This was chaos.

'Let's just fuck his mouth,' Ronan stepped over Dan and pulled out his cock, slapping it aginst Dan's face, who whimpered and cowered away.

'No,' Dan put his hands up.

'Ahhh poor boy is trying to escape. Fuckin' loser,' Eric laughed and grabbed Dan's arm, trying to hold him down. Dan felt the pressure grow and grow within him as he grew redder and hotter. The others were only becoming more hysterical and unruly. Their jokes, name calling and physical jibes prodded him, chipping away at his patience and sanity gradually through the evening, pushing him closer to the edge until he finally reached boiling point.

'Get the fuck off me,' Dan yelled, shocking the guys and putting them to silence. He jumped to his feet and pushed them away.

Whether it was because of their drunkenness or that he had finally stood up to them, they were stock still and stunned into silence.

'Whoa, man,' Leo said finally. 'We were just having a laugh,' he put his hands up.

'Well I'm fucking done,' he shouted, finally seeing the day clearly for what it was. 'You're all just assholes, treating me like shit. I'm out of here.' He went into the toilet, quickly dressed and exited out the front door, not waiting for their slurred responses or looking at their dumb expressions.