Stripping on the baseball field

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Today was particularly hot. By the time practice was over, my hair was soaked and my clothes clung to my body. I couldn’t wait to take them off. More importantly, I couldn’t wait to serve Master Tom.

I waited for coach to make his final remarks, then rushed back to my room with what little energy I could still muster up. Then, with the door shut behind me, I did the same thing I had done every evening for the last three weeks: I stripped down to nothing, grabbed my phone, and sent a picture to my master. A full-body nude, showing face and all.

He responded right away. “Good boy,” Tom typed back. “Someone’s looking sweaty.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied. “Wish you were here to make me sweat even more.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve got your work cut out for you tonight, boy.” Fuck. My dick immediately rose after reading that. He always had some new idea, a crazy task that would push me a little further each time.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good answer. Now, I know this one’s going to be tough for you, but I promise it’ll be worth it. I have a big reward planned if you do things right.”

As I read his text, different scenarios began running through my mind. What was he going to make me do? Cum in my mouth? Ruin my own orgasm? Knowing him, all very real possibilities. Before I could respond, though, I saw that he was typing again. Soon after, a second message came in.

“You told me you play baseball… Tonight I want you back out on that field. Is that clear?”

My heart started pounding in my chest. This was crazy. Just what did he want me to do? Obeying Tom in my room was one thing, but out on the field? In public? That was too much.

I glanced down at my dick. Rock-hard. Desperate for attention. Desperate for the reward my master dangled in front of me. And so I took my dick in hand and posed for another picture. I sent it back with the caption, “Yes, Master” attached.

“Excellent,” he said. “Now get dressed and head out to the field. I want your next picture to be from home plate.”

It took me just a minute to get dressed, then a few more to make it to the baseball field. The sun was beginning to set, and the heat had cooled off to a comfortable temperature. Once I reached home plate, I took a selfie from above with the plate underfoot.

“Mmm, such a good boy. You look cute in that uniform.”

I couldn’t help smiling at that.

“Too bad you’re gonna have to take it off now,” he followed up.

I gulped. “Off?” I asked, mostly to stall.

“Off. And I want a video.”

“Yes, Master.”

I propped my phone against the fence behind home plate, then started a new video. The flash lit me up like a spotlight on a stage, a huge contrast to the increasing darkness around me. This was more than just embarrassing and degrading; it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. A thrill. Anyone could come out here. Anyone could catch me, and who knows what would happen then? But this was what Master Tom demanded, so this is what I had to do.

I quickly removed my shirt, then my shoes and socks. Everything that came off got tossed into a pile out of frame. My pants came next, and then I was left in nothing but a jockstrap. Fuck, I loved jockstraps. Something about them made me feel so slutty. It was for baseball; it held my cup in place. But it made me so. damn. horny.

I turned around and bent over, spreading my legs and pulling my cheeks apart for Tom. I hoped he would appreciate the added effort. I brought my legs together, still bent over, and dropped the jockstrap to the ground. I kicked it aside, then turned around once more to bare it all in front of the camera. I was completely naked, outside at night, standing on home plate.

I gave my dick a few quick strokes, then ran over to the camera to send the video. I crouched there in the dark, waiting for Tom to watch the video, awaiting his response.

“Fuuuuck, boy. You went above and beyond this time.”

I beamed at that, but then a second buzz came. A photo.

My heart stopped for a second. I opened it, then practically started drooling at the image of Tom’s massive cock in his hand. Huge, hairy, majestic… I could go on and on about the man’s dick. It was mouth-watering. And somehow I earned the right to see it.

“Just a tease of what’s to come,” Tom added.

“Thank you, Sir!” I typed back.

“Don’t thank me yet, boy. I have a bit more planned for you tonight.”

“Anything, Sir.”

“I want you to leave your mark on this field.”

My mark? “I… I don’t understand.”

“Your cum, boy. I want you to cum on home plate.”

Holy fuck. That sounded hot. And scary. “I’ll do it.”