Batting practice It was hot during batting practice so mos..

Batting practice It was hot during batting practice so most of the players were going shirtless. Those that did had nothing to hide as they showed off their hard work in the gym over the winter months. Most of the guys hoped that one day they would be called up to the major league but until then they went from one town or small city after another during spring and summer playing in the minor leagues. For the most part though they were just glad to play the game they loved. The general manager called upon Dr. Davis Sloan to help the team to focus. The team had ended up last the season before and the owners were determined to turn things around. The boyish looking GM escorted the Doctor onto the field, introducing him to the various players. The general manager wore the team uniform that hugged his athletic body, especially his plump ass. Doctor Sloan smirked. No one could notice that he just fucked the straight, married GM. The doctor held an official team bat, a gift from the team’s owners as he remembered the sexy GM laying on his desk, legs in the air. The doctor was brought back to the present when the general manager introduced him to three players in particular that he wanted the doctor to work on first. Josh, Keith, and Jason were best friends and the cockiness guys on the team. They were always joking around, getting into trouble. “Guys, this is Dr. Sloan. He would be working with the team to improve the players focus,” the GM introduced the doctor to the three star players. Dr. Sloan could see why the GM called them the most cocky guys in the team. They were shirtless, showing off their smooth, ripped bodies. Their muscles were flexing while holding their bats on their shoulders. As he shook each man’s hand his ring pinched their palms. Neither of the studs noticed. The doctor can feel the contempt toward him in their eyes through their sunglasses. “We don’t need a shrink, we need more guys like us on the team,” Josh, the left hand batter and outfielder, with a tattoo over his left pec and down his left arm, spoke up. The other two ball players laughed. “I know, I understand the misconceptions about hypnotherapy but my objective is to enable and empower you to focus on winning, to be the best,” the doctor began to talk evenly and lever. The doctor could already see the drug from the prick of his ring was working on the three players. Even the general manager noticed the effect on the cocky jocks. He reached down and adjusted his crotch. As the doctor lectured he began to move his hand up and down the baseball bat. The three hunk baseball players just stood watching the doctor stroking the bat before them. His hand moved up and down the length of the shaft as his voice drone on about how important it was to focus and obey. “It feels so good to do as they are told.” Behind their sunglasses their eyes were glazing over, and the doctor could see outlines on their cocks through their shorts. They were hard. The doctor was pleased with how they responded. Their minds slowly fading. “It feels so good to obey. All star athletes know it is good to obey. Obeying makes you better athletes,” the doctor continued to stroke the bat up and down. Long strokes. “Good to obey,” all three baseball players repeated. “No thinking, just obeying. It's so good to obey.” “No thinking, just obey,” drool started to run from each player’s mouth. “Good, boys. Now you three are going to lead me someplace private so that you can properly serve me, understand,” the doctor smiled. “Yes, sir,” the three jocks replied and turned toward the stadium locker room entrance. The doctor admired their smooth backs and plump muscular asses in their shorts as they led the way. He caught up to Keith and put his arm around the tallest of the baseball player’s shoulder, gently stroking the jock’s long curly blond hair that poke out from under his ball cap. Keith wore a pair of black tights under his grey shorts. The doctor whispered into the jock’s ear, “take off your shorts.” Keith stopped and pulled the shorts down his long muscular legs. The black tights were like a second skin over the baseball players legs, muscular ass, and full throbbing crotch. “Good boy,” the doctor stroked the player’s lower back, sending a wave of pleasure through the younger man. Once inside the clubhouse, the baseball players led him into a physical training room. The doctor then ordered them to strip to their jockstraps. The three baseball players obeyed, peeling down their shorts and reveal their bulging jockstraps. Each jock’s ass was smooth and flawless, perfect bubbles. “Good boys. It make you so aroused when you obey,” the Doctor walked around them, inspecting his new slaves. “Drop your bats and bed over the massage table.” They obey, dropping their baseball bats on to the floor and leaned over the massage table, side by side. Their muscular shoulders and arms touching each other. The doctor then pulled out his special lube from his pocket. Picking up Josh’s bat from the floor he rubbed a generous amount on to the narrow handle end of the bat. After coating the knob at the end, he moved behind Josh. He spread Josh’s fat, smooth ass cheeks, and then rubbed some of the lube on to the pink tight hole. As he stroked the tight virgin rosebud the doctor leaned close to the cocky jock’s ear and whispered, “just relax you jockpussy.” Josh moaned as the special lube stimulated the nerve ends around his hole. He felt anal muscles begin to relax and open. The doctor then picked up Josh’s bat and pushed it against the virgin hole. Josh let out a deep, loud groan as the knob of the handle end of the bat popped into his hole. His brown eyes rolled back into his head as he experienced unbelievable pleasure. The doctor smiled and let go of the bat, letting the cocky outfielder take over fucking himself with his own bat. One by one the doctor lubed up each bat and pushed it into each virgin jock pussies. Their masculine moans and grunts filled the room. The doctor was pleased with his handy work. Their perfect tone bodies covered in sweat as they work their bats in and out of their holes with their muscular arms and tight anal muscles. The doctor then walked in front of each jock. Although they still wore their sunglasses, the look of pure ecstasy was displayed on their tan, masculine faces. Jason, the oldest of the three, pushes himself back off the table onto the floor, impaling himself deeper. His mustache upper lip quivers in pleasure as he balanced the bat on the floor while moving up and down on it, taking as much of it up his new jockpussy. The doctor stopped in front of Keith and pushed the jock’s hat and dark sunglasses off his head. The star pitcher looked up at the doctor. There was lust and obedience in his blue eyes. The doctor opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He then gripped the jock’s longest blonde hair and pulled him onto his cock. Keith obediently opened his mouth and took his first cock into his mouth. As the doctor reduced each ball player into his slaves, the general manager sit back and stroked his hard throbbing cock. The doctor fucked each player. He began to make them associate winning with pleasure and getting fucked with pleasure. With the help of the general manager, the Doctor locked up the three players' cocks. “You can only cum when you win and get fuck. When the team wins a game, your cockcages will be unlocked and you will be fucked,” the doctor instructed as he stroked each player’s smooth, tone bodies.