Ben
“Shower up you filthy animals!” Coach shouted. “Don’t be stinking up my locker room any more than that practice already did.”
“Hey, don’t lump our offence in with that pathetic defense Coach.” I called out making sure to catch fucking Rhodes’ eyes, one of our linemen, from across the locker room. “Some of us actually played well out there.”
The locker room fell dead silent, waiting to see what coach’s response would be. As if he’d ever risk pissing off his star quarterback. Everyone knows I fucking run this school. Ben Ward, all state quarterback. Ben Ward, most likely to succeed. Ben Ward, best lay. Ben Ward, hottest fucking stud in the county. Slap whatever superlative on it you want, but I knew and Coach knew, which one of was replaceable. And it wasn’t the guy whose name was on all the trophies.
“Well-“ Coach cleared his throat, and forced a smile. “As usual our team captain has a point.”
Damn right I did. Rhodes and his idiot defensive line had been sucking all week.
Now that they were sure which way the wind was blowing the locker room broke out into jeers and laughter. Like hyenas, only jumping in once the lion had downed the gazelle. Rhodes looked thunderous, but I couldn’t care less if it got him to do his one fucking job right.
Steam started filling up the locker room as the first guys fired up the showers. I waited for just a second before stripping down and stowing my shit in my locker. Rhodes may have been a fuck-up, but the guy never knew when to quit. I knew he wouldn’t be done yet…
I walked over to the showers, grabbing a towel from the basket and slinging it around my neck. When you look as good as I do you don’t get self-conscious about that kind of thing. Let anybody look. It’d give them something to aspire to. Not that they had a chance of matching me. My parents had met as news anchors, pretty TV ready faces with award winning smiles. I had gotten the best of both their good looks. Perfect teeth. Good bone structure. My mom’s brown hair and my dad’s deep blue eyes. Chicks asked me all the time if I was wearing colored contacts, but my eyes were just that fucking blue. It made them melt.
“Hey Ben!”
Predictable as ever. I turned around right before stepping into the showers and saw Rhodes standing there, his black hair already damp. His towel was wrapped snuggly around his waist.
“Yes?” I grinned. Coach had retreated to his office, but the rest of the team was already circling like vultures, stopping whatever they were doing to watch.
“Stop strutting around here like your god’s gift to football. This is a team effort. Defense works just as hard as you do.”
Rhodes was one of those linemen who’d bulked up so much it made his head start to look small. He was hulking, but he lacked the easy definition I had- abs for days and an Adonis belt girls went nuts for. He glanced south, and I knew I had him.
My cock is a work of fucking art. Thick, and over nine inches long when I get going. Even soft it’s bigger than what most guys are packing. My nickname since middle school had been Big Ben. All I had to do was whip the thing out and even the most confident guys turned into sniveling puppies. People who say size doesn’t matter are small dick morons trying to make themselves feel better. Every guy instinctively knows, whether he wants to admit it or not, the biggest cock rules- and I’m king.
I made sure to adjust my stance ever so slightly wider, making Big Ben swing like a pendulum right in front of Rhodes. “No.”
“What-“ Rhodes blinked, tearing his eyes away.
“You think you matter as much as me? I’m the reason we win games. You know it, and I know it.” I strode forward so I was right in Rhodes face. He was several inches taller than me, but I had all the inches that mattered. “Just like everybody here knows about that pathic nub you’ve got there.”
I grabbed for Rhodes towel and ripped it away. He could have stopped me if he’d wanted to, but the fight was already draining out of him.
Rhodes’ dick bobbed up into view. Rhodes was maybe five inches long hard. His cock twitched, straining there in all its pathetic glory. It looked even sadder next to his massive frame. Like something you’d see on a fucking toddler. Rhodes blushed bright red and tried to cover himself up.
“No-no.” I grabbed his wrist and grinned. “Not yet. Let’s be clear…” I swung my cock up, laying my soft dick right on top of his nub. It dwarfed the thing. I took Rhodes’ hand and guided it down to my dick. “See this? This is a man’s cock. Real men don’t have to compensate for shit with overdone muscles and excuses. Real men give the orders, and worthless little boys like you follow them.”
I slapped Rhodes’ hand off my dick, and watched as his pathetic little cock burped out precum. “Anybody else need a reminder who’s in fucking charge around here?” I looked around the locker room. I saw more than one guy trying and failing to conceal their own hard-ons. Straight, gay or whatever, it didn’t matter, guys fucking lost it for the size of my dick. “Good boy.” I patted Rhodes cheek like a fucking dog, his head and shoulder sagged down in embarrassment.
I laughed and finally went to get my shower, letting my Big Ben swing and bounce every step of the way. It was good to be king.
Having gotten as clean as the school’s ancient locker room showers could possibly allow, I toweled off and walked back to my locker, giving everyone the same eyeful I’d just given Rhodes. My phone was buzzing up against the metal. I pulled it out, three different texts from girls I’d fucked begging for a second ride on my dick. I left them all on read. Let them stew for a bit and keep my options open in case someone better popped up. The fourth text I smiled at.
Got the stuff. Bring your cash tomorrow to the usual spot.
I sent back a thumbs up and stashed my phone. One thing I had learned over the years was that no matter how hot girls found the idea of a big cock, get ready to push it into them and some of them dried up faster than the Sahara. They freaked out thinking about all of that meat sliding into them. As if I didn’t know how to use it. So I’d gotten in the habit of having a little something extra on hand. I didn’t know what special cocktail my dealer worked up, but it worked like magic. The girls couldn’t get enough. I’d fuck them through orgasm after orgasm till they just passed out from pleasure. They loved it, and I never had to deal with somebody backing out and blue balling me.
My jeans fit me like a second skin when I pulled them up, hugging me tight in all the right places. I never bothered with underwear unless I was wearing a jock for football. I wanted everybody to see every inch of what I was packing. I grabbed the rest of my shit and headed out. Some of the guys were still sitting around and laughing at Rhodes. Rhodes’ was red in the face and couldn’t meet anybody’s eye as he hurried out of the locker room. He wouldn’t be a problem again.
When I got to the school parking lot, I saw my pansy little brother Colton waiting next to my baby. For my sixteenth birthday my parents had taken me to the local dealership and let me pick out whatever car I wanted. I’d gotten an absolute monster of an SUV, a real gas guzzler- but I wasn’t paying for it so what did I care. Colton was a junior, a year behind me in school. People say we look alike. We’re less than a year apart and I guess growing up our mom would get asked all the time if we were twins. Now days though, I don’t see it. Colton lucked out getting the same good looks from our parents, but he’s got nothing on me. He stuck to things like track and cross country, so I’ve got way better muscles than him. And last time we compared, I beat him by over two inches in the dick department. I’d lorded my bigger dick over him ever since grade school.
Colt’s also as queer as a fucking three-dollar bill. Probably half the reason guys like Rhoades think they can start shit with me. Our parents have some messed up idea of us getting closer if we share everything, so they insisted we share a bedroom growing up even though our house is huge. When Colt hit puberty I caught him perving on me constantly. I’d made sure to move my bed to the opposite side of the room. My policy with gays is simple- look but don’t touch. I don’t care if they fucking cream their jeans staring at me, but I’m not about that shit. Our parent’s stupid sharing is also the reason I’m forced to ferry Colton around even though he’s had his license for over a year. It majorly cramped my style.
Colt hadn’t spotted me yet. He was leaning back against my baby, like he had any right to it. I pulled out my key fob and hit the car alarm button. The horn blared and all the lights starting flashing making Colton jump.
I smirked. “Watch the paint job Pencil Dick.”
Colton glared at me. “I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes.”
“I had some things to take care of after practice.” Half of Colton’s face was bright red. I laughed. “Who slapped you? You try to suck the wrong guy’s dick?”
“Nina Rollins thought I was you.” Colton grumbled.
“Ha.” I burst out laughing. “What is she blind?”
“Apparently you just piss people off so much they can’t see straight.” Colton closed his eyes and sighed. “Would you just open the car so we can leave already? Today has sucked.”
I snorted. “I thought you were all about sucking.” I opened my mouth and jabbed my tongue into me check like I was miming a blow job. I tossed my bag in the backseat of my baby and slid into the driver’s seat. The radio blared to life, and I cranked the bass, making the whole car vibrate and shake. Colton grimaced. The minute he was buckled into his seat I pealed out of the parking lot, tires squealing and throwing Colton into the passenger side door. I grinned.
“So, what did Nina want anyways?”
Colton looked like he had a headache, but he knew better than to try and touch the stereo controls. “I don’t know. Something to do with her friend Lizzie…”
“Lizzie…” I chuckled. Another great song came on, and I turned the volume up a notch, drumming my hands on the steering wheel in time with the music. “Man, she was tight. Quality fuck. But way too clingy. I’m telling you bro,” I swung my baby around a tight curve, making Colton flinch again and grab onto the door. “Be grateful with guys, you can just pump and dump. Chicks are way too much drama.”
Colton rolled his eyes. “You’re such a pig.”
I laughed, and turned my most charming smile onto Colton. The one that made hearts melt and panties drop. I blew him a kiss. “Prettiest pig you ever saw.”
“Knock it off.” Colton flushed and looked away.
“Oh come on-“ I grabbed Big Ben through my jeans, squeezing my bulge. “You saying you’re not still hot for me Colt? Huh? You’re own brother? You little pervert.” I saw him squirm and laughed. “I bet I could pull my cock out right now and you’d show me some of those sucking skills huh? But I don’t swing that way bro.”
“Fuck you.” Colt grumbled closing his eyes again.
I loved egging the little shit on. “Nice try Colt. But only one of us here fucks.” I leaned over closer to him, smirking. “Unlike your fag ass, mine is exit only.”
“What makes you think my ass is the one getting fucked huh?” Colton snapped. “You spend a lot of time thinking about that?”
“Goss.” I gagged.
“Uggh.” Colton pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “You’re so fucking homophobic.”
“Tsk, as if.” I shook my head. “Gay guys love me. They’re always following me around hoping I’ll throw them a pity fuck. I could spit on them, and the freaks would jerk off to it for weeks.”
Colton didn’t say anything, which I just took as proof he knew I was right. I pulled into our long ass driveway and rolled up to the house. Colton jumped out of the car before I’d even brought it to a complete stop, grabbing his stuff and storming inside. I gathered my own things and followed him. The lights were on, but I didn’t see any sign of our parents or any of the cleaning staff my mom brought in once a week. A note on the stupid expensive stationary my mother loved was sitting on the counter and Colton picked it up.
“What does it say?” I kicked off my shoes and dumped my bag by the front door. Mom hated that, but she always picked it anyways, so I didn’t care.
“Some last-minute fundraiser mom and dad are going to. We’re on our own for dinner, but mom left money for pizza.” Colton held up the stack of bills.
“Perfect.” I snatched the money out of Colton’s hand. “I’ll take that.” I counted out the bills. As usual my mom had no idea how much things cost. She’d left more than enough for me to pay for food and pocket the rest. “What are the parents raising money for this time? Or are they ‘raising awareness’ again or some bullshit?”
“You could use a little awareness yourself.” Colton mumbled. He shoved the note against my chest, probably just looking for an excuse to feel up my pecs. “I’m going upstairs. Just let me know when the pizzas get here.”
“Sure thing Pencil Dick.” I shouted after him. “Meat lovers, right?”
I heard the door to our bedroom slam and burst out laughing.
The information for the local pizza place I preferred was already saved in my phone. The pizza was probably only third or fourth best in town, but the owner was a crusty old man who loved hiring girls to work in the store and do deliveries. I’d gotten laid a couple times that way- at least when the chick was hot. I had standards to uphold after all.
I ordered the pizzas and got the confirmation. While I’d been diving two more texts had come in from Amber, one of the girls who hit me up after school, getting more and more desperate. Somebody needed a good dicking. I sent her message saying I might be interested later. It was still early enough I didn’t want to be nailed down.
Even with making us share a room, our parents had at least been decent enough to let Colton and I have our own bathrooms. I trudged upstairs to my bathroom, pounding on our bedroom door just to fuck with Colton a little more on my way.
I’d showered in the locker room, but I never felt fully clean till I washed off again at home. Who knew what kind of shit was in that old locker room. I finished rinsing off and grabbed one of the fluffy white towels my mom stocked all over the house to dry off. I never understood white towels that will show literally everything, but they looked great in bathroom selfies, so I rolled with it.
Speaking of- I wrapped the towel around my waist, letting it hang low, so every inch of my abs popped out. I snapped a couple mirror selfies and flipped through them looking for the best one. You could see the bulge of my dick through the towel, water beading in the groves of my muscles. I saved the pictures to my phone and sent them out to Amber and few other prospects. When girls like Amber got super needy sometimes it was best to just keep blowing them off. Then when you finally gave them the time of day they’d let you do whatever you wanted to them.
My phone started buzzing with responses. Girls liking my photo. One sent some pictures back. An alert showed our pizza was less than five minutes way, so I didn’t bother responding to any of them, just in case the delivery girl was hotter. I grabbed another towel to dry my hair and headed back to my bedroom.
Colton was facing away from the door, noise canceling headphones on, playing some computer game or other. I pulled the headphones off over his head.
“Hey-“ Colton jumped and tried snatch them back.
“Pizza will be any minute dude.” I dropped the headphones down in his lap and counted out the money mom had left us. I tossed a couple bills down onto my bedside table and started to head downstairs.
“Wait-“ Colton frowned. “You’re not going to have enough money for the tip.”
“I’ve got-“ I glanced at my phone to see what the driver’s name was. “Rebecca’s tip right here.” I grabbed my cock through the towel, shaking it.
“Don’t shortchange the driver. You’ll just piss somebody else off, and with my luck next time we order they’ll spit on my pizza instead of yours.” Colton grumbled. “Besides, mom gave us enough to cover it all.”
I laughed. “Yeah, but this way I have beer money later.”
Colton’s expression darkened. “You’re actually the worst. You know that right?”
The doorbell rang.
I busted out my charming smile, the one that got me anything I wanted, and that drove Colton nuts. “Showtime.”
“Take the money!”
I ignored Colton, and thundered down the stairs. I made sure my towel was nice and loose and pulled open the door. “Hello-oh.”
The delivery driver wasn’t a chick. It was some guy. He had his red company hat pulled down low, but I could just see the fucker checking me out. Probably a fag like Colton.
“Your total is $32.50.”
“Uh-yeah.” Something about the way this guy was looking at me in my towel was unnerving. I pulled it a little tighter and handed him the money. “Here you go.”
The driver took the money without counting it, probably too busy ogling my chest. I’d have to talk to Randy, the owner of the pizza shop next time I ordered about this punk. The driver’s head dipped down and he pushed the pizza toward me. “Here.”
I reached out to grab them and my towel slipped. “Whoa-“ That was more of a show then I was willing to give this creep. I managed to catch it and ball it up over my dick, balancing the pizzas in my other hand. I spotted Colt coming downstairs, probably just wanting his own peak at me. “Little help Colton?” I growled.
“Sorry about him man.” Colton sighed. The driver was reaching for something inside his jacket, but he seemed to freeze when he caught sight of Colton. “Wait-“ Colton frowned. “Flynn?”
I didn’t recognize the name, but if this guy was a friend of Colton’s then he was defiantly a fag.
Colton was smiling. “What are you doing here? Last I heard you were going to college somewhere out west…”
“Colton?” The driver, Flynn I guess, looked shocked. “Shit.”
Oh, this was too fucking funny. What was this a bad break up? Had the guy ghosted Colton or some shit? I fought to keep my expression serious. “You know this guy?”
Colton nodded. “Yeah he’s-“
The Flynn guy grabbed some filthy looking rag out of his pocket and charged at me!
“WHAT THE FUCK-“ I stumbled backward, caught off guard for a second but ready to kick this guy’s ass.
The guy shoved the foul-smelling rag over my face. It reeked of chemicals. This asshole might have been about my size, but he was out of his mind if he thought he was going to overpower me. I dropped the pizza and pulled back to swing at him-
Something was wrong. My arm felt like it was moving through water, taking longer than it should to respond. My head started to feel foggy… What did he-
I stumbled, and felt someone’s arm grab a hold of me. Part of me was screaming how wrong that was, to get up and do something, but I couldn’t make my legs move. My vision was getting fuzzy, everything blurring and darkness creeping in like someone had turned off the lights. The fucker had done something… he must have…
…must have…
I blinked.
My head still felt fuzzy and my mouth was a little dry. I was looking up at the ceiling in our living room… Why was I-
Everything came back in a flash. The pizza driver. Frank, or Finn, or whatever the hell his name had been. Some friend of Colt’s.
I tried lifting my arms. Couldn’t move. My legs either. Something cold was pressing into my back and legs, and looking around I realized I was tied down to my mother’s fancy glass coffee table.
And I was naked, save for my towel, which was wadded up and just barely covering my dick. But who knew what Colt’s faggy friend might have gotten up to while I was out. The guy was clearly unhinged. He must have drugged me.
There was a small camera set up on a tripod near the table, but the rest of the furniture I could see had been moved back. Whatever twisted fucking plan this freak had I wanted no part of it. I pulled with all might, muscles straining, but I couldn’t break free. I tried again but all I got for it was rope burn on my wrists and ankles.
“Don’t stop on my account.” The delivery driver came into view looming above me. He’d ditched the hat, but even with a better view of his face he didn’t look familiar to me. “Watching you struggle, and flex is a great show.”
“Fuck off fag.” I snarled. “You picked the wrong guy to mess with. I am going to fuck you up-“
“Really?” The guy smiled. He looked like a shark eyeing up its next meal. “You’re strapped to that table. Clearly can’t get out or you would have already. You want to scream for help? I already went thought this with Colt.” He gestured across the room and I lifted my head. Colton was tied up to one of the heavy chairs from our dining room. “Thanks to your super rich parents wanting their privacy nobody is going to hear you scream.”
“Jesus, Flynn.” Colton pleaded. “Why are you doing this?”
Flynn that’s right. That was this freak’s name. I looked over at Colton again. He was still fully dressed, and despite being tied up, looked more or less comfortable. Flynn saw me looking.
“Yeah, I actually like your brother Ben. I didn’t want him here for this but there’s no going back now.” Flynn sighed.
“Whatever it is you think you’re doing, you’re a dead man do you hear me?” I snarled straining against the ropes again. “When I get out of-“
Something dark and dangerous settled in Flynn’s eye. He sat down on the table and glared down at me. “Let me get one thing through your think jock skull okay? I’m not fucking around here.” He pulled a long, gleaming knife out of his leather jacket and I froze. With his other hand Flynn threw the towel off my crotch. Next thing I knew I felt the cool touch of metal on the base of my cock. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, or Big Ben here is going to get several inches shorter. Got it?”
I nodded mutely. Fear beginning to seep in. What the hell did this guy want?
“That’s better.” Flynn pulled the blade off my dick but kept the knife in his hand.
“Flynn this isn’t you.” Colton tried. “My brother may be a bastard, but he doesn’t deserve this.”
“This is exactly what he deserves Colt. You’ll see.” Flynn stood up and grabbed something I couldn’t see clearly. He brought it over to me and held it up. “You want to explain to Colton what’s in here?”
It was my shaving kit. Just a fancy black zipper bag really, but besides razors and shit it was where I kept my stash too. I eyed Flynn nervously, not sure how he could possibly know that. Was this guy just some junkie looking to score drugs? That’d explain why he was so unstable.
“Tell Colton.” Flynn said again. “Or they’re going to start calling you Little Ben.”
I tried to play dumb. “It’s my shaving-“
“What’s inside it.” Flynn growled. He pulled the zipper down and ripped out the white paper package I had tucked up in the mesh. “What’s this?”
“It- it’s drugs man alright? But not the dangerous kind. Just party stuff. Makes girls relax a little.” I explained. “You want them, take them. Just leave us alone.”
“Relax a little.” Flynn’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Is that what you call it?”
I looked over and saw Colton staring at me, looking disgusted. “Don’t fucking judge me Pencil Dick.”
Colton shook his head. “Too late for that asshole.”
I ignored him and turned back to Flynn. “Look, I swear to you that’s all it is. I can show you. I’ve got videos.”
“You taped the girls you gave this stuff to?” Flynn asked icily.
I paused. “Uh-“
Flynn pointed the knife down at my dick again.
“Yes! Yes, okay? I can get them for you.”
“You taped Rebecca Morris right?”
Rebecca… It took me a second to remember her. Nice tits, fancied herself some big brained scholar. But once she’d loosened up she’d ridden me all night. “Yeah man. I can-“
Flynn’s hand came down hard on my jaw, grabbing it and holding it closed. “Rebecca is my sister you fucking asshole.”
I froze. That’s how he’d know about my stash. Rebecca must have seen me pull something out and remembered. She must have seen the camera…
“Here’d what’s going to happen.” Flynn thundered. He held up my baggie of piles and shook it. “You say these things just make someone relax? We’re gonna get you nice and relaxed. And then we’re going to make our own little video.”
“Fuck you.” I sputtered. I thrashed against the bindings again, trying to break free. “I’m not doing anything-“
Flynn pressed his knife right up against my cock. In his other hand he pulled out one of the pills and pressed it up against my lips. “You either swallow this, or your days of fucking anything are at an end.”
“Not my cock.” I pleaded, hating how fucking weak I sounded. Colton was no help, just glaring at me silently. “Please.”
“Then I guess you better open wide.” Flynn held out the pill.
Shakily I opened my mouth, Flynn dropped the pill inside and held my mouth closed, waiting, to watch me swallow.
I felt the pill slide down my throat. Flynn stood back, staring down at me like I was a damn dog he was going to enjoy breaking. My eyes flicked to the clock, as I wondered when I’d start to feel something. With most of the girls I’d used it on things seemed to kick off within just a few minutes. But I was confident whatever this was I could power though it. I wasn’t some bimbo cheerleader just looking for an excuse to spread her legs under the bleachers…
Flynn stepped over to the camera and I saw the little red light click on. I snorted whatever this guy was hoping he’s get, I’d make damn sure this was one boring video. Let him take a couple shots of me naked if it fucking titillated him. When the police got to him, his jerk off material would be all the evidence they’d need to arrest the fucker.
…Was it getting warmer in here? The glass of the table had been cool against my back, but now my skin felt like it was heating up. I shifted around trying to get comfortable.
Flynn smirked over at Colton. “Ready to see your brother become a total slut?
Flynn leaned forward, keeping his back to the camera. “How you feeling there Ben?” He reached out and ran his hand over my chest, cupping my pec.
His touch felt…nice. It was like my nerve endings were all more sensitive than normal. I couldn’t help it, I let out a small groan of pleasure.
Flynn laughed. “You have a nice chest there huh Benny Boy. You like that?”
“Fuck off-uuuh…” My protest died as he started massaging my chest, feeling up my muscles one by one. His big hands worked their way down from my shoulders to my abs and then back up again.
“How about this?” Flynn moved his hands back up to my pecs and latched onto my nipples. “You like your tits played with Benny?”
“GAH!” I gasped. It was like an electric current had run though my whole body, lighting up nerves one after another. My nipples had always been sensitive, but now it was like someone had run a wire straight from them to my cock. I could feel myself getting hard as Flynn twisted and pinched my nipples, working them into hard points. A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me to fight this, to tell this fag to leave me alone, but the sensations were overwhelming. “Please…”
“Please what Ben? Huh? Please give you more?” Flynn grinned and leaned forward, his mouth latching onto my pec.
He bit me! I felt his teeth sink into the hard point of my nipple and my whole body jumped.
“You like that huh?” Flynn laughed.
“No-no.” I struggled to clear me head. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Why shouldn’t I be feeling like this?
“You sure? Cause you seem awfully turned on to me there, Ben.” Flynn’s hand wrapped around my dick and gave it an experimental tug. He snorted. “Gotta say, you may be an asshole, but this is a great cock. How many girls have you fucked with this thing huh?”
“So many…” I groaned out. His hand felt so good. It was like I’d never really experienced a hand job up to this point. Never jerked off. His hand on my dick was sending waves of new pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help it, I started to move, thrusting my hips up to meet his hand, fucking my dick through the tight grip of his fingers.
“Such a huge dick.” Flynn relaxed his grip, hefting the weight of my cock in his hands. “Shame it won’t get much use after this.”
As foggy as my brain was, I tensed up. “You said-“
“Oh, don’t worry Benny Boy.” Flynn started stroking my dick again. “Big Ben is safe from the knife. So long as you keep doing exactly what I say.”
I blinked, uncomprehendingly. “Then what…”
Flynn circled around the table so he was down by my feet staring up at me. He leaned forward, his hands running up my legs, feeling up my quads and thighs. “You’ve got huge legs. All those football workouts paying off huh?”
Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t like this fag feeling me up, but it just felt so good. “Y-yeah…”
Flynn pulled my legs down, sliding me down as far as the restraints would go and making me bend my knees. “That’s it. Good boy.”
I shuddered, This pervert was talking to me like I was a fucking dog and I was eating it up. Leaning into his touch. What the fuck was wrong with me? This couldn’t be the drug. I was stronger than that. What the fuck was Flynn doing to me?
His hands moved up to my ass. I tired to pull away, but his strong hands held me in place. “You do a lot of squats?”
I nodded, no longer trusting myself to speak.
“Mmm.” Flynn brought one hand down hard, smacking my ass. I jumped. “You like popping this ass out for everyone to see?”
“No.” Where his hand had hit my ass it was like pins and needles, only instead of little flashes of pain, it was pure pleasure, tingling along the skin and my muscle.
“I have to tell you Ben.” Flynn looked up at me ominously from between my legs. His eyes were dark with lust. I shivered. Me- I did that. That look was all from him doing what he wanted with my body… “That cock of your is nice, but I’m more of an ass man.”
That was all the warning I got. As my brain was still playing catch up, Flynn grabbed my hips and tilted them more, spreading my legs apart. I felt cool air between my legs and panicked. Not my ass. I wasn’t a fag like Colton or this Flynn guy. I couldn’t let him do this-
Something warm and wet circled around my hole. Laving at me gently. I shuddered. I’d never felt anything like it before. I’d never even touched my own hole before. Never let any girls near it. And now here this guy was- his tongue.. probing at my most intimate spot like it was a fucking open invitation. I gasped, trying to understand all the new feelings I was being flooded with. From nerve endings I didn’t even know I had…
“Grade A jock pussy.” Flynn pulled his head up and grinned, smirking up at me as he watched me squirm.
I hated that he fucking called it that. I wasn’t a chick and I wasn’t a fag. Flynn kept circling my asshole with his thumb, pushing a little harder at the center each time he finished a rotation. “Don’t worry Ben.” Flynn’s expression darkened. “I’m going to show you a courtesy you never showed all the girls you fucked. I’m going to stretch you open. Get you nice and loose. And then,” Flynn smiled wickedly. “That’s when I’ll finally fuck you.”
He dove back in, his tongue sliding in and out of my ass like it was a fucking meal, opening me up. I groaned, thrashing around the table as he held on tight to my hips. My cock was leaking precum, the flared head stabbing back into my abs and dribbling all over them.
My eyes found Colton’s across the room, his face flushed, and a bulge in his jeans. Oh god. Colton was watching. He was seeing everything. He was hard watching me get worked over like a fucking whore…
“Oh FUCK!” Flynn’s tongue was pushing deeper and deeper. I couldn’t take much more of this. God, it felt incredible. Why did it feel so good?
One of Flynn’s hands reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it every time he fucked his tongue into me, hardwiring the connection in my brain and just turning everything I was feeling up to a hundred.
My whole body was shaking now, like a rubber band pulled taught. Everything building to the point of spilling over…
Flynn pulled his tongue out of my ass and let go of my cock.
“No!” I gasped breathless, my chest heaving. My cock was throbbing in the air, desperate for contact, and my ass felt strangely empty. “Please…”
“Please what?” Flynn chuckled.
“More.” I sounded like one of the sluts I would fuck senseless. “Please I need more…”
“You want more?” Flynn stood up, and I heard the clink of his belt. “Big, bad Ben needs his dick and his pussy played with?”
I heard the rustle of clothing. Flynn was stripping down. He tossed his shirt and his jacket aside, and finished unbuckling his belt. What the hell was wrong with me? This freak was half naked, intent on fucking me, and all I could do was writhe around on the table like whore, desperate for relief. “N-Not a fucking pussy…”
“Oh yeah?” Flynn kicked aside his pants and his boxers off. Holy shit- this guy was hung. His dick was swinging out in front of him like a fucking third limb. Flynn gave it a couple quick strokes. He saw me looking and smirked. “What you think of this huh Ben? You ever see one bigger than yours before?”
Flynn stepped up next to me and let his cock smack into my knee. He reached down and grabbed my dick, leaning forward and pulling his alongside it. “What do you think it means Ben? Huh? When a fag has a bigger dick you than you?”
Fuck, he was bigger. Only maybe half an inch or so, but he was thicker too. I’d never seen a dick that big before. I almost wanted to reach out and touch it…
“You like that?” Flynn smiled and bent over the table, fucking his cock down into mine. My dick burped out another spurt of precum as is he pushed it down into my abs…“Imagine how it’s going to feel smashing open your pussy.”
“No…” I shuddered. “Not a fucking fag…” I tried to close my legs, but Flynn’s body felt so good…
Flynn shifted, pressing the thick, flared head of his cock up against my asshole. Fuck, he was really going to do it- “Relax.” Flynn demanded. “How does it feel Ben, knowing that after all that pussy you fucked, you’ve got one too?”
Flynn pushed forward, driving his cock into my hole and everything went white.
“GAHHH-“ It burned, Flynn’s cock splitting me open. “Oh god-“ I couldn’t stop shaking, shame and humiliation overwhelming me. “You’re in me. You’re fucking in me.”
“Smile Ben.” Flynn kept pushing in, achingly slow, the burn seemed like it was never going to stop. Just how long was his cock? “Smile for the camera and your little brother as you get fucked.”
“Oh god.” My face was burning up. Colton was watching me get fucked. Flynn was recording this. If this got out my life was ruined. But even as the panic raced through me, my own cock hadn’t flagged a bit. It was swinging in front of me, as hard as its ever been.
Flynn finally bottomed out, his balls smacking into my ass. I felt so full. It was like my whole body was on fire. I tried to hold on to my panic, my anger Flynn was doing this, but it all seemed to be getting mixed up. My head was still so muddled, like this was all some twisted dream…
“Oh man…” Flynn sighed. “Your pussy feels so good Benny Boy.”
I could feel the walls of my hole clenching tight around Flynn’s cock. It wasn’t painful like I’d thought it’d be. It was like his dick was turning on all my nerves one at a time, making a fucking line of pleasure all the way up my ass with each inch of his ridiculous cock. Flynn pulled back and I swore I could feel the flare of his cock head as it rearranged my guts, massaging me from the inside out.
“How’s that jock cunt feeling Ben?” Flynn laughed. “How’s it feel to be the girl? To be the one getting fucked huh?” Flynn started to build up a rhythm, slow and steady.
Flynn’s cock slammed into something inside me, and it made my whole-body spasm.
“There we go.” Flynn chuckled. “Looks like we found your clit Ben.”
Flynn kept tagging that same spot, and I lost all sense of anything else. The camera, Colton, whatever last vestiges of resistance or pride I’d been holding onto just faded away. I lost my mind every time Flynn slammed his fucking massive cock into that spot inside me. Sex had never felt like this before. No girl had made me feel as good as Flynn was. My cock was steadily leaking precum now, just bathing my abs in it. My arms strained against the ropes, desperate to jerk off. To beat my own cock in time with the rolling waves of pleasure from my ass.
“Oh yeah- you’re into this huh Ben?” Flynn’s hands roved over my chest again, touching me everywhere.
“Fuck…” I groaned. “Oh fuck…”
“You like me fucking you?” Flynn asked. “You like my cock slamming into your little jock hole?”
I was an incoherent mess, my head lolling back and forth with the force of Flynn’s fucking, my whole body reeling with the new sensations.
“Look at me Ben.” Flynn grabbed my chin and looked me right in the eyes. He was grinning wide. “Say it, Ben. Tell me how much you like getting fucked.”
“Oh fuck…” I couldn’t latch onto the forms to form a sentence.
“Are you my bitch Ben?”
Flynn slowed down, punctuating each of his words with a sharp thrust into me…
“What am I fucking Ben?” Flynn asked.
He stopped moving completely. After the full body sensations, it was like being left with the worst craving ever. I tried to move, tried to get the feeling back but Flynn was holding my hips tight.
“What am I fucking Ben?” Flynn repeated the question. “You want to get fucked you better answer me.”
Did I want to get fucked? No. No I was Big Ben. Football stud. Jock king of the school. I didn’t get fucked. But I had to cum. Fuck… My cock was flushed red, precum leaking like a faucet. I pumped my hips desperately, trying to fuck the air, anything for some relief. “Fuck… I moaned desperately. “M-my ass. Please... “
“But you don’t have an ass Ben.” Flynn rocked back and forth, just enough to give me a taste, to fucking drive me wild, but not giving me what I needed. “Not anymore. I already told you that.”
I was so desperate and fuck drunk. I knew what he wanted me to say. But even in the haze of pleasure I couldn’t bring myself to do it…
“You’ve got a pussy.” Flynn said. “A pussy and hungry little jock cunt don’t you Ben?”
My face was beet red. I could feel the warmth welling up under my skin over my whole body, desperate for release. I’d thought I’d lost the last of my pride, but I just couldn’t say this… couldn’t make it true. Flynn slammed his cock right back into that spot, my fucking bitch button, and my whole body shook.
“SAY IT!”
“MY PUSSY!” I screamed, “MY JOCK PUSSY. MY CLIT… I need it! PLEASE! FUCK MY PUSSY-“
“All you had to do was ask.”
Flynn started railing me, the whole table shaking and moving with the force of his thrusts. He pulled my hips up, his cock fucking stabbing my clit with every thrust.
“Who’s the fag now Ben huh? Are you my bitch?” Flynn demanded. “That big cock of yours gonna shoot just from getting fucked? Like a useless little toy?”
“I’m your bitch.” I was delirious with pleasure. I was so close. “I’M YOUR BITCH!”
My cock fucking erupted, untouched. Load after load of my own cum landed on me. Painting my chest. My face… Like I was a fucking whore. Flynn kept fucking me, each stab of his cock making me fucking cum again. I’d never felt anything like it…
Something warm flooded my guts, as my ass clenched down on Flynn’s cock. I could feel Flynn fucking pumping me full of cum, knocking me up. Flynn kept going, his cock stuttering through a few more thrusts as he rode his own orgasm, using me, flooding me with so much cum it started leaking out of me…
I sagged back against the table, boneless in exhaustion, as the last sparks of pleasure fired through me…
…leaving blissful darkness in their wake.
Flynn
I pulled out of Ben when I finally caught my breath. More of my cum dribbled out of his wrecked hole, pooling down onto the glass table. Some of my hair was falling down into my eyes, so I brushed it away.
Colton was staring at me from across the room, his eyes wide. I could see the bulge in his jeans straining the fabric.
I smiled.
“You want to join in for round two?
