fag for STRAIGHT PRIDE

Sebastian was a little nervous as he drove his car onto the local rugby club's grounds. That they invited him of all people? After everything he had written about the club? Sebastian was a journalist for a queer magazine. He usually wrote articles about local community destinations and LGBTQ+ friendly events. One day he had written to the rugby club. Sebastian wanted the club to introduce itself to the queer community. There should be an article and a photo shoot for this. But the club refused. In their refusal they wrote that they identify with “traditional values” and refuse to be part of “this kind community”. Sebastian couldn't believe it. Nowadays most companies and clubs do everything they can to be present in the queer community. Sebastian found the way in which the rejection was worded offensive. And so he made it public. There was a big outcry among his queer fellows. But that wasn't enough for Sebastian. Researching almost 24/7, he unearthed more and more details about the club's homophobic and sexist practices, which he made public in several major articles. He actually expected rugby club to go to some conservative newspaper to publish a rebuttal. But that didn't happen. Instead they contacted him one day and personally invited him to an interview with the aim of a rectification. Although this was very unusual, Sebastian finally agreed. And now here he was.

He was intercepted by an employee in the parking lot.

"Welcome. You must be Mr Lowfield. We've been expecting you. My name is Pierce I'm an assistant in the PR department."

"I'm glad." Sebastian lied.

"So who am I going to meet today to talk about this...rectification?" Sebastian wanted to know.

"You know Mr Lowfield, we thought it would be best if you spoke to the players in person first. After all, they are the first to feel the effects of your… reporting. And they've insisted on talking to you about how they feel about all of this. After that, we would be happy if you discuss everything else with the management. Is this in accordance with you?"

"Naturally. I am a journalist, my job is to listen to every opinion and to let everyone have their say.”

He was surprised again. Clubs have generally tried to avoid their players speaking unfiltered to journalists themselves. But all the better for him. If he did it right, he could sway public opinion completely to his side.

"And where do I meet the players?" asked Sebastian.

"Oh just follow me," Pierce replied.

Pierce led Sebastian past the administration building and brought him over to the training field. However, it was empty. Pierce took him to a small separate building.

"Am I going to meet the players in the locker room?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind. The guys just had their training and will be right there.”

Pierce knocked briefly and then opened the door. In the changing room sat the half-naked, sweaty men of the rugby team. Pierce introduced them briefly and gave Sebastian a chair. Sebastian took out his notebook on which he had already written down a couple of questions.

"It's okay if I take notes?" Sebastian wanted to know.

Pierce answered in the affirmative.

"Very well, gentlemen. I assume you know who I am and why I'm here?” Sebastian initiated the discussion.

"Yeah, you're the fag spreading this bullshit about our club," one of the players replied aggressively.

Sebastian was so shocked that he almost dropped his notebook.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yes, that our club does not fit into today's world and we would give a wrong image of masculinity"

"Well, you have to understand that the club's practices..."

But Sebastian was interrupted.

One of the players stood in front of him with his back to him and held out his bare buttocks. Before Sebastian realized what was happening, the guy farted loudly in his face.

"That's my take on your articles," said the man, and the whole team laughed.

Sebastian got up.

"THAT'S ENOUGH. STOP THIS!” he shouted.

"I don't quite understand, Mr. Lwofield? Didn't you just say you want to listen to every opinion and let everyone have their say? I think the players still have a lot to tell you," Pierce said.

Sebastian turns towards the door, but the men blocked his way.

"If it were up to you fags, there wouldn't be a team sport anymore. You with all your drivel about consideration and equality. Bullshit!” said one of the men and spat in Sebastian's face.

Sebastian wanted to leave here. But in the meantime the men had completely encircled him.

"Let... let me... get out of here..." he stuttered.

The men seemed very amused by this.

"As soon as he's among a few real men, he can't open his stupid mouth so easily. Look at how pathetically he's whimpering, guys!"

As he endured more insults, he collapsed to the ground. Sebastian felt transported back to his school days. But those times were over, right? He was a respected journalist, these were grown men. How could they behave like that?

"PLEASE LET ME GO!" he pleaded.

"I tell you something! We'll let you go if you apologize!"

"Apologize for what?"

"For your stupid homo articles. And for being such a nasty fag!”

"... ss.. sorry..." Sebastian whimpered.

"What kind of pathetic excuse is that? Don't fool us homo!”

Sebastian was in tears. But he gathered all his strength.

"Sorry for the articles I wrote... and sorry for being a nasty fag!"

"Much better. But is that enough for us guys?” asked one of the players.

Sebastian felt more humiliated than he had since his worst school days.

"No, right? I have a suggestion: You apologize by kissing our asshole. And that applies to each and every one of us. What do you all mean?"

The group cheered.

At first, Sebastian was paralyzed. A slap in the face changed that.

"So will you apologize?"

"Yes..." Sebastian replied.

As the first bunch of men and their bare asses lined up, Sebastian was grabbed and pulled in by a few others. In front of him he saw the hairy and sweaty hole. He turned his face away in disgust. Then one of the men grabbed his head and pinched it between the ass cheeks.

"Come on, we don't have all day!"

With a loud smack, Sebastian finally kissed the anus and the room was filled with loud laughter.

He was supposed to be nauseous, but for some reason Sebastian licked his lips afterwards. The tart taste was unexpectedly good.

"The homo likes it! Don't worry, you can still taste a lot!” his tormentors laughed.

Sebastian blushed with shame. But before he could think about it further, he was already grabbed and led to the next ass. And so it went on and on. At some point, Sebastian had to admit to himself that he was beginning to enjoy it. He made the kisses last longer and even started using his tongue. 

The boys didn't miss the passion Sebastian put into his "apologies" and used it to insult and humiliate him even more. After kissing every single homophobic asshole he was so hard he had to be careful not to cum in his pants right away.

The shame had given way to another emotion. Sebastian felt so small and insignificant in the presence of these men. Her sheer presence was enough for him to immediately give up any resistance and do everything they asked of him. He knew it was wrong, but it just felt so right. When Sebastian sat back in his car later, he had to jerk off before he drove off. Yes, this visit was indeed completely different than Sebastian could have even remotely imagined.

A week later his new article about the rugby club appeared in the magazine. In it he publicly apologized to the club and said that he had deliberately spread false information. He also made a recommendation to buy tickets for the club's games and called for donations to the club. He himself had set a good example and had already donated a very large sum to the club.

THE END