Part 1)
"Dude, check out this new game," Brad, the burly jock, said to his best friend Jake, tossing a controller to the lanky blond sitting beside him on the couch. His deep voice rumbled through the room, echoing off the posters of half-dressed models and sports trophies that lined the walls.
Jake's eyes widened as he took the controller. "What is this?"
"It's called 'Dungeon Dominator'. It's like nothing you've played before, trust me," Brad replied with a sly grin. His own controller paused mid-air as he leaned back into the plush cushions, his muscular arms flexing.
The screen flickered to life with a roar of digital battle. Brad's character, a towering barbarian with rippling muscles, cleaved through a horde of orcs with a sword that glinted like the gleaming chrome of his sports car. Jake's thumbs danced over the buttons, his eyes glued to the screen as he tried to keep up with Brad's instructions.
But it wasn't the game that had Brad's heart racing. It was the series of strange dreams he'd been having. Each night, he found himself in a place that was both terrifying and thrilling. In these dreams, he was not the all-powerful athlete he was in the waking world. Instead, he was a quivering submissive, exploring his own body in ways he never had before. The sensations of his fingers delving into his tight, hairy ass was something entirely new to him. He'd wake up each morning, sweaty and aroused, the scent of his own musk lingering in the air.
The doorbell rang, jolting Brad from his thoughts. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing it was almost time for practice. "I'll get it," he said, jumping up from the couch.
As he pulled open the door, he found Trevor, the school's resident nerd, standing on the porch. Trevor was taller than Brad, with a lean frame that seemed to be all angles and elbows. His glasses slid down his nose as he took in the scene before him: Brad in his boxers, his cock semi-hard and his hand still on the door handle.
"Hey, Brad," Trevor said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Brad's cheeks flushed. "What do you want, Trevor?"
"Just thought I'd return your math book," he replied, holding up a dog-eared textbook. "But it looks like you're busy. Don't let me interrupt."
With a snarl, Brad snatched the book and slammed the door shut. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of something... something that made him want to drop the act. But he couldn't. Not yet.
That night, Brad lay in bed, his mind racing. He knew he'd have the dream again. The one where he was the one being played with, where he was the one begging for more. And as he drifted off to sleep, the image of Trevor's smug face filled his thoughts.
The dream began as it always did, with Brad standing in a dimly lit room, naked and unsure. The floor was cold beneath his feet, and he could feel the bristly hairs on his legs and chest standing on end. His cock, a pitiful four inches of hardness, jerked slightly as he heard a rustling sound from the shadows.
Trevor emerged, his skinny body illuminated by the flickering light of a candle. He was naked too, his cock a foot-long monster that swayed with each step he took toward Brad. Brad's heart thudded in his chest, a mix of fear and desire coursing through his veins.
"Ready for another lesson, Brad?" Trevor's voice was smooth, like velvet over gravel.
Brad nodded, his mouth dry. He knew what was coming, and part of him didn't want it to stop. Trevor approached, and Brad could see the excitement in his eyes, the glint of his glasses reflecting the candlelight.
Trevor reached out, and with surprising gentleness, he stroked Brad's thick, curly bush. "Such a manly man," he cooed, "but with a little secret." His hand trailed down Brad's body, his fingers tracing the crevice of Brad's ass.
Brad gasped as Trevor's finger dipped in, the sensation unlike anything he'd felt before. He felt his own hand move to his cock, stroking it as if of its own accord. The dream was so vivid, so real.
The next morning, Brad woke with a start, his hand still wrapped around his shaft. He looked down at the wet spot on his sheets and felt his cheeks burn. He had to get ready for school, had to get ready to face Trevor. But he couldn't get the image of the nerd's smiling face out of his head.
After practice, Brad retreated to his room, his mind buzzing with the memory of the dream. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then grabbed a hairbrush from his dresser. His heart racing, he spread his legs and began to rub the brush against his ass.
Just as he was about to push it in, the door creaked open. Jake, his best friend and football captain, stumbled in, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Brad's furry ass in the air.
"What the fuck, Brad?" Jake's voice was a mix of surprise and disgust.
Brad's hand froze, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun. "It's... it's nothing," he stammered, trying to cover himself.
Jake took a step closer, his gaze dropping to Brad's cock. "Is that... is that what I think it is?"
Brad looked down and saw his four-inch member standing at attention, glistening with precum. "It's just a... phase," he lied, his voice shaking.
Jake stared for a moment longer, then something changed in his expression. He set down his bag and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I know what you're going through, man," he said, his voice softer now. "I've had dreams too."
Brad's heart skipped a beat. "You have?"
Jake nodded, his own face flushing. "Yeah. And... I think I might like it too." He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched Brad's cock. It was only three inches when hard, but it was all Brad had ever known.
"We can't tell anyone," Brad whispered.
"No, we can't," Jake agreed, his hand moving in slow, gentle strokes. "But maybe we can help each other out."
The two of them sat there for a moment, their friendship on the precipice of something new and unexplored. And as the days passed, they grew closer, sharing their secrets and their desires.
But little did Brad know, Trevor had plans of his own. And it was only a matter of time before their worlds collided in a way that would change everything.
Days turned into weeks, and Brad's dreams grew more intense. The feeling of Trevor's fingers inside him, the sound of his mocking laughter as Brad begged for more, it was all too much. He found himself craving the humiliation, the feeling of being used by someone else. And as much as he tried to push it aside, it consumed him.
One evening, after a particularly rough practice, Brad stumbled into his room, his muscles aching and his mind a mess. He didn't notice the phone on his nightstand, the screen glowing with an unread message. It was from Trevor.
"Meet me in the locker room after school tomorrow," it read. "I have something you might like."
Brad felt a thrill run down his spine. Was this real? Or was it just another part of his twisted dreams? He didn't know, but he couldn't resist. He had to find out.
The next day, Brad waited anxiously outside the locker room, his heart racing. When the final bell rang, he slipped inside, his eyes scanning the rows of lockers for any sign of Trevor. And there he was, leaning against the bench, a smug smile on his face.
"You came," Trevor said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Brad nodded, his throat tight. "What do you want?"
Trevor held up a phone, the screen displaying a video. It was Brad, in the throes of his nightly self-indulgence, his hairbrush buried deep in his ass. Jake was in the background, stroking himself as he watched.
Brad's eyes went wide with horror. "How did you...?"
Trevor chuckled. "Let's just say I have my ways."
The nerd had been recording them. Every moment of their secret sessions, every whispered confession and moan of pleasure. And now he had the power to ruin them both.
"You're going to do exactly as I say," Trevor continued, his voice taking on a darker tone. "And if you don't, this little video goes viral. And let's just say, the football team won't be so eager to have a captain with a taste for... such things."
Brad's stomach churned. He knew what was coming. He'd seen it in his dreams. The thongs, the enemas, the public humiliation. And as much as he hated to admit it, the thought of it all was making his small cock throb.
"Take off your pants," Trevor ordered, his eyes gleaming.
Brad did as he was told, his legs trembling as he revealed his furry ass. Trevor stepped closer, his cock already hard and leaking precum. "Beg for it, Brad," he whispered. "Beg for me to play with you."
And Brad did. He begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. He'd never felt so powerless, so completely at the mercy of someone else. And as Trevor's fingers began to probe his ass, he realized that this was what he'd been dreaming of all along. The nerd's touch was surprisingly gentle, considering the circumstances, but Brad didn't care. He was lost in the sensation of those long, slender digits stretching him open.
The scent of his own musk filled the air as Trevor worked him over, his hairy hole blushing a deep pink against the dark tapestry of his fur. Brad's cock grew harder with each thrust, the precum leaking out and smearing against his stomach. He'd never been so exposed, so vulnerable. But it was intoxicating.
Finally, Trevor withdrew his hand and replaced it with his cock. Brad felt himself being stretched to the limit as the nerd's length pushed inside him. He gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that was utterly foreign to him. And as Trevor began to pump away, Brad could do nothing but hold on, his knuckles white on the edge of the bench.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the locker room, echoing off the metal lockers and the tiles. Brad's eyes watered as Trevor's cock hit all the right spots, his own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and Brad was utterly enthralled.
When Trevor was done, he pulled out with a wet pop, his dick glistening with Brad's juices. He stepped back, a cruel smile on his face. "Now, clean me off," he ordered, shoving his cock into Brad's mouth.
Brad's eyes went wide with shock, but he complied. He licked and sucked, tasting himself on Trevor's skin. It was humiliating, degrading. And yet, it was exactly what he needed. He was no longer the big man on campus, the one who called the shots. He was a plaything, a toy for the nerds to use and discard.
As he knelt there, his mouth full of cock, Brad knew that this was just the beginning. Trevor had him in his grasp, and there was no escape. But for some reason, the thought didn't scare him. It excited him. He was eager for whatever was to come next.
The taste of his own ass on Trevor's cock was a revelation. It was raw, earthy, and utterly filthy. And as he swallowed, he felt a strange sense of belonging. This was his place now, at the mercy of his tormentor.
Trevor pulled out, his cock slick with Brad's spit. "Good boy," he said, patting Brad on the head like a pet. "Now go get ready for dinner. We've got a big day tomorrow."
Brad nodded, his cheeks red with shame. He knew what that meant. More dreams, more humiliation, more of Trevor using him in ways he never thought possible. But as he stood up and pulled on his pants, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was his new reality, and he was going to embrace it. With a deep breath, he stepped out of the locker room, ready to face whatever the nerd had in store for him.
The next day at school, Brad couldn't keep his mind on anything but the promise of what was to come. He went through the motions of his classes, his thoughts drifting to the video Trevor had shown him, the feel of his friend's fingers inside him, the taste of his own ass on the nerd's cock. It was all he could think about, a constant reminder of his new role.
And when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Brad's heart skipped a beat. He knew where he had to go. He made his way to the locker room, his steps heavy with dread and desire.
When he arrived, Trevor was already there, waiting for him with a tray of supplies. "Time for your next lesson," he said, his voice low and threatening.
Brad swallowed hard as Trevor instructed him to strip and bend over the bench. He felt the cold plastic of the enema nozzle against his hole, the liquid inside it warming him from the inside out. And as Trevor pushed it in, filling him up, he knew that he was truly at the mercy of the nerd.
The feeling was strange, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. Brad felt his ass cheeks clench around the plastic nozzle as the warm fluid filled him up. His face was a mask of discomfort, his eyes watering slightly as he tried to breathe through the sensation. Trevor watched with a smug smile, enjoying the sight of the powerful jock brought low.
Once the enema was done, Brad was instructed to clean himself up, his pink asshole peeking out from the thick mat of hair that surrounded it like a furry rose in a thorny bush. The contrast was stark, and Brad couldn't help but feel a strange thrill as he wiped himself down. He was no longer the alpha male he'd always been; he was now something... different.
Without wasting a moment, Trevor stepped up behind Brad, his own cock standing tall and proud. The nerd's hand reached around, stroking Brad's hairy chest before sliding down to his stomach. Brad's breath hitched as Trevor's fingers danced closer and closer to his hole. And then, without warning, one slid inside.
Brad gasped, his body jolting at the intrusion. It was slick from the enema, allowing for easy entry, and Trevor took full advantage. He pumped his finger in and out, his thumb teasing Brad's cock as he worked. Brad's knees went weak, and he had to grip the bench to stay upright. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him moaning like a bitch in heat.
The moment Brad was sufficiently stretched, Trevor stepped back and lined up his cock. Brad felt the tip press against his hole, and he couldn't help but push back, eager for the feeling of being filled. With one swift move, Trevor was inside him, his cock sliding through the slick passage with ease.
Brad's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt every inch of Trevor's length. The nerd began to fuck him hard, his hips slapping against Brad's ass cheeks. The sound echoed through the locker room, mixing with Brad's grunts and moans. It was everything he'd dreamed of and more, the humiliation of being taken by someone he'd once looked down upon now a sweet, delicious thrill that coursed through his veins.
But Trevor wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock glistening with Brad's ass juices, and stepped back. "Now, Brad," he said, his voice cold and commanding, "it's time for the grand finale."
Brad looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Trevor's. He knew what was coming, had seen it in his dreams a hundred times. He opened his mouth, and Trevor stepped closer, guiding his cock to Brad's waiting lips.
The taste was overpowering, a mix of Brad's own ass and the bitter musk of Trevor's lust. But Brad took it, eagerly, hungrily. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the nerd's shaft, cleaning him off. Trevor's moans filled the room, his hips thrusting as he fucked Brad's mouth.
And when he was done, Brad swallowed, the taste lingering on his tongue. He felt Trevor's hand in his hair, the grip tightening as the nerd leaned down, his mouth close to Brad's ear. "You liked that, didn't you?"
Brad nodded, his voice a mere whimper. "Yeah."
Trevor chuckled, his grip on Brad's hair tightening even more. "Good. Because from now on, this is what you're going to be. My little fuck toy. And if you're a good boy, I might just let you keep your secrets."
The humiliation was complete. Brad knew he was owned, that he belonged to Trevor now. And as he felt the nerd's cum fill his mouth, he realized that he didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. He liked being used, being degraded. It was a feeling that went beyond the physical, something deep and primal that resonated within him.
"Dude, check out this new game," Brad, the burly jock, said to his best friend Jake, tossing a controller to the lanky blond sitting beside him on the couch. His deep voice rumbled through the room, echoing off the posters of half-dressed models and sports trophies that lined the walls.
Jake's eyes widened as he took the controller. "What is this?"
"It's called 'Dungeon Dominator'. It's like nothing you've played before, trust me," Brad replied with a sly grin. His own controller paused mid-air as he leaned back into the plush cushions, his muscular arms flexing.
The screen flickered to life with a roar of digital battle. Brad's character, a towering barbarian with rippling muscles, cleaved through a horde of orcs with a sword that glinted like the gleaming chrome of his sports car. Jake's thumbs danced over the buttons, his eyes glued to the screen as he tried to keep up with Brad's instructions.
But it wasn't the game that had Brad's heart racing. It was the series of strange dreams he'd been having. Each night, he found himself in a place that was both terrifying and thrilling. In these dreams, he was not the all-powerful athlete he was in the waking world. Instead, he was a quivering submissive, exploring his own body in ways he never had before. The sensations of his fingers delving into his tight, hairy ass was something entirely new to him. He'd wake up each morning, sweaty and aroused, the scent of his own musk lingering in the air.
The doorbell rang, jolting Brad from his thoughts. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing it was almost time for practice. "I'll get it," he said, jumping up from the couch.
As he pulled open the door, he found Trevor, the school's resident nerd, standing on the porch. Trevor was taller than Brad, with a lean frame that seemed to be all angles and elbows. His glasses slid down his nose as he took in the scene before him: Brad in his boxers, his cock semi-hard and his hand still on the door handle.
"Hey, Brad," Trevor said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Brad's cheeks flushed. "What do you want, Trevor?"
"Just thought I'd return your math book," he replied, holding up a dog-eared textbook. "But it looks like you're busy. Don't let me interrupt."
With a snarl, Brad snatched the book and slammed the door shut. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of something... something that made him want to drop the act. But he couldn't. Not yet.
That night, Brad lay in bed, his mind racing. He knew he'd have the dream again. The one where he was the one being played with, where he was the one begging for more. And as he drifted off to sleep, the image of Trevor's smug face filled his thoughts.
The dream began as it always did, with Brad standing in a dimly lit room, naked and unsure. The floor was cold beneath his feet, and he could feel the bristly hairs on his legs and chest standing on end. His cock, a pitiful four inches of hardness, jerked slightly as he heard a rustling sound from the shadows.
Trevor emerged, his skinny body illuminated by the flickering light of a candle. He was naked too, his cock a foot-long monster that swayed with each step he took toward Brad. Brad's heart thudded in his chest, a mix of fear and desire coursing through his veins.
"Ready for another lesson, Brad?" Trevor's voice was smooth, like velvet over gravel.
Brad nodded, his mouth dry. He knew what was coming, and part of him didn't want it to stop. Trevor approached, and Brad could see the excitement in his eyes, the glint of his glasses reflecting the candlelight.
Trevor reached out, and with surprising gentleness, he stroked Brad's thick, curly bush. "Such a manly man," he cooed, "but with a little secret." His hand trailed down Brad's body, his fingers tracing the crevice of Brad's ass.
Brad gasped as Trevor's finger dipped in, the sensation unlike anything he'd felt before. He felt his own hand move to his cock, stroking it as if of its own accord. The dream was so vivid, so real.
The next morning, Brad woke with a start, his hand still wrapped around his shaft. He looked down at the wet spot on his sheets and felt his cheeks burn. He had to get ready for school, had to get ready to face Trevor. But he couldn't get the image of the nerd's smiling face out of his head.
After practice, Brad retreated to his room, his mind buzzing with the memory of the dream. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then grabbed a hairbrush from his dresser. His heart racing, he spread his legs and began to rub the brush against his ass.
Just as he was about to push it in, the door creaked open. Jake, his best friend and football captain, stumbled in, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Brad's furry ass in the air.
"What the fuck, Brad?" Jake's voice was a mix of surprise and disgust.
Brad's hand froze, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun. "It's... it's nothing," he stammered, trying to cover himself.
Jake took a step closer, his gaze dropping to Brad's cock. "Is that... is that what I think it is?"
Brad looked down and saw his four-inch member standing at attention, glistening with precum. "It's just a... phase," he lied, his voice shaking.
Jake stared for a moment longer, then something changed in his expression. He set down his bag and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I know what you're going through, man," he said, his voice softer now. "I've had dreams too."
Brad's heart skipped a beat. "You have?"
Jake nodded, his own face flushing. "Yeah. And... I think I might like it too." He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched Brad's cock. It was only three inches when hard, but it was all Brad had ever known.
"We can't tell anyone," Brad whispered.
"No, we can't," Jake agreed, his hand moving in slow, gentle strokes. "But maybe we can help each other out."
The two of them sat there for a moment, their friendship on the precipice of something new and unexplored. And as the days passed, they grew closer, sharing their secrets and their desires.
But little did Brad know, Trevor had plans of his own. And it was only a matter of time before their worlds collided in a way that would change everything.
Days turned into weeks, and Brad's dreams grew more intense. The feeling of Trevor's fingers inside him, the sound of his mocking laughter as Brad begged for more, it was all too much. He found himself craving the humiliation, the feeling of being used by someone else. And as much as he tried to push it aside, it consumed him.
One evening, after a particularly rough practice, Brad stumbled into his room, his muscles aching and his mind a mess. He didn't notice the phone on his nightstand, the screen glowing with an unread message. It was from Trevor.
"Meet me in the locker room after school tomorrow," it read. "I have something you might like."
Brad felt a thrill run down his spine. Was this real? Or was it just another part of his twisted dreams? He didn't know, but he couldn't resist. He had to find out.
The next day, Brad waited anxiously outside the locker room, his heart racing. When the final bell rang, he slipped inside, his eyes scanning the rows of lockers for any sign of Trevor. And there he was, leaning against the bench, a smug smile on his face.
"You came," Trevor said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Brad nodded, his throat tight. "What do you want?"
Trevor held up a phone, the screen displaying a video. It was Brad, in the throes of his nightly self-indulgence, his hairbrush buried deep in his ass. Jake was in the background, stroking himself as he watched.
Brad's eyes went wide with horror. "How did you...?"
Trevor chuckled. "Let's just say I have my ways."
The nerd had been recording them. Every moment of their secret sessions, every whispered confession and moan of pleasure. And now he had the power to ruin them both.
"You're going to do exactly as I say," Trevor continued, his voice taking on a darker tone. "And if you don't, this little video goes viral. And let's just say, the football team won't be so eager to have a captain with a taste for... such things."
Brad's stomach churned. He knew what was coming. He'd seen it in his dreams. The thongs, the enemas, the public humiliation. And as much as he hated to admit it, the thought of it all was making his small cock throb.
"Take off your pants," Trevor ordered, his eyes gleaming.
Brad did as he was told, his legs trembling as he revealed his furry ass. Trevor stepped closer, his cock already hard and leaking precum. "Beg for it, Brad," he whispered. "Beg for me to play with you."
And Brad did. He begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. He'd never felt so powerless, so completely at the mercy of someone else. And as Trevor's fingers began to probe his ass, he realized that this was what he'd been dreaming of all along. The nerd's touch was surprisingly gentle, considering the circumstances, but Brad didn't care. He was lost in the sensation of those long, slender digits stretching him open.
The scent of his own musk filled the air as Trevor worked him over, his hairy hole blushing a deep pink against the dark tapestry of his fur. Brad's cock grew harder with each thrust, the precum leaking out and smearing against his stomach. He'd never been so exposed, so vulnerable. But it was intoxicating.
Finally, Trevor withdrew his hand and replaced it with his cock. Brad felt himself being stretched to the limit as the nerd's length pushed inside him. He gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that was utterly foreign to him. And as Trevor began to pump away, Brad could do nothing but hold on, his knuckles white on the edge of the bench.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the locker room, echoing off the metal lockers and the tiles. Brad's eyes watered as Trevor's cock hit all the right spots, his own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and Brad was utterly enthralled.
When Trevor was done, he pulled out with a wet pop, his dick glistening with Brad's juices. He stepped back, a cruel smile on his face. "Now, clean me off," he ordered, shoving his cock into Brad's mouth.
Brad's eyes went wide with shock, but he complied. He licked and sucked, tasting himself on Trevor's skin. It was humiliating, degrading. And yet, it was exactly what he needed. He was no longer the big man on campus, the one who called the shots. He was a plaything, a toy for the nerds to use and discard.
As he knelt there, his mouth full of cock, Brad knew that this was just the beginning. Trevor had him in his grasp, and there was no escape. But for some reason, the thought didn't scare him. It excited him. He was eager for whatever was to come next.
The taste of his own ass on Trevor's cock was a revelation. It was raw, earthy, and utterly filthy. And as he swallowed, he felt a strange sense of belonging. This was his place now, at the mercy of his tormentor.
Trevor pulled out, his cock slick with Brad's spit. "Good boy," he said, patting Brad on the head like a pet. "Now go get ready for dinner. We've got a big day tomorrow."
Brad nodded, his cheeks red with shame. He knew what that meant. More dreams, more humiliation, more of Trevor using him in ways he never thought possible. But as he stood up and pulled on his pants, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was his new reality, and he was going to embrace it. With a deep breath, he stepped out of the locker room, ready to face whatever the nerd had in store for him.
The next day at school, Brad couldn't keep his mind on anything but the promise of what was to come. He went through the motions of his classes, his thoughts drifting to the video Trevor had shown him, the feel of his friend's fingers inside him, the taste of his own ass on the nerd's cock. It was all he could think about, a constant reminder of his new role.
And when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Brad's heart skipped a beat. He knew where he had to go. He made his way to the locker room, his steps heavy with dread and desire.
When he arrived, Trevor was already there, waiting for him with a tray of supplies. "Time for your next lesson," he said, his voice low and threatening.
Brad swallowed hard as Trevor instructed him to strip and bend over the bench. He felt the cold plastic of the enema nozzle against his hole, the liquid inside it warming him from the inside out. And as Trevor pushed it in, filling him up, he knew that he was truly at the mercy of the nerd.
The feeling was strange, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. Brad felt his ass cheeks clench around the plastic nozzle as the warm fluid filled him up. His face was a mask of discomfort, his eyes watering slightly as he tried to breathe through the sensation. Trevor watched with a smug smile, enjoying the sight of the powerful jock brought low.
Once the enema was done, Brad was instructed to clean himself up, his pink asshole peeking out from the thick mat of hair that surrounded it like a furry rose in a thorny bush. The contrast was stark, and Brad couldn't help but feel a strange thrill as he wiped himself down. He was no longer the alpha male he'd always been; he was now something... different.
Without wasting a moment, Trevor stepped up behind Brad, his own cock standing tall and proud. The nerd's hand reached around, stroking Brad's hairy chest before sliding down to his stomach. Brad's breath hitched as Trevor's fingers danced closer and closer to his hole. And then, without warning, one slid inside.
Brad gasped, his body jolting at the intrusion. It was slick from the enema, allowing for easy entry, and Trevor took full advantage. He pumped his finger in and out, his thumb teasing Brad's cock as he worked. Brad's knees went weak, and he had to grip the bench to stay upright. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him moaning like a bitch in heat.
The moment Brad was sufficiently stretched, Trevor stepped back and lined up his cock. Brad felt the tip press against his hole, and he couldn't help but push back, eager for the feeling of being filled. With one swift move, Trevor was inside him, his cock sliding through the slick passage with ease.
Brad's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt every inch of Trevor's length. The nerd began to fuck him hard, his hips slapping against Brad's ass cheeks. The sound echoed through the locker room, mixing with Brad's grunts and moans. It was everything he'd dreamed of and more, the humiliation of being taken by someone he'd once looked down upon now a sweet, delicious thrill that coursed through his veins.
But Trevor wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock glistening with Brad's ass juices, and stepped back. "Now, Brad," he said, his voice cold and commanding, "it's time for the grand finale."
Brad looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Trevor's. He knew what was coming, had seen it in his dreams a hundred times. He opened his mouth, and Trevor stepped closer, guiding his cock to Brad's waiting lips.
The taste was overpowering, a mix of Brad's own ass and the bitter musk of Trevor's lust. But Brad took it, eagerly, hungrily. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the nerd's shaft, cleaning him off. Trevor's moans filled the room, his hips thrusting as he fucked Brad's mouth.
And when he was done, Brad swallowed, the taste lingering on his tongue. He felt Trevor's hand in his hair, the grip tightening as the nerd leaned down, his mouth close to Brad's ear. "You liked that, didn't you?"
Brad nodded, his voice a mere whimper. "Yeah."
Trevor chuckled, his grip on Brad's hair tightening even more. "Good. Because from now on, this is what you're going to be. My little fuck toy. And if you're a good boy, I might just let you keep your secrets."
The humiliation was complete. Brad knew he was owned, that he belonged to Trevor now. And as he felt the nerd's cum fill his mouth, he realized that he didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. He liked being used, being degraded. It was a feeling that went beyond the physical, something deep and primal that resonated within him.
