The Pre-Game Initiation
Standard-Issue to Special-Ops: The Enema Protocol
Description: The "Blueprint" isn't just about the right clothes or the right stats—it's about total system maintenance. Following their explosive confrontation at Isa’s, Brad decides it's time to "reset" the hierarchy. He sends Gabe on a humiliating errand to a local drug store, where a ghost from Gabe’s past, Josh Miller, nearly compromises his "Varsity" cover. Back at Heaton Hall, the instruction begins. This isn't a moment of intimacy; it's a clinical lesson in "Elite-tier" preparation. Brad guides Gabe through his first douching protocol with the cold efficiency of a coach prepping a rookie for a bowl game, ensuring his "Sidekick" is clean, compliant, and ready for the main event.
Gabe gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove back to the dorm, his mind reeling from the heated argument with Brad. He couldn't believe how confrontational his friend had become, practically ordering him around like some kind of... well, like some kind of bitch in heat. Gabe shuddered at the thought, trying to push it out of his head. Brad was a douche, but he was still his best friend. Or at least, he used to be before all this weird, intense shit started happening between them, since Gabe had declared his love. He didn't want to be a subordinate, but if playing the rookie was the only way to stay in Brad’s orbit, he’d take the hit.
Gabe's phone buzzed in the center console, and he glanced down to see Brad's name flashing on the screen. With a sigh, he answered, putting it on speaker. "Yo, what's up?" Gabe grunted, trying to keep his voice level and calm despite the lingering anger and confusion he felt.
"Dude," Brad said, his voice tight with tension. "I want you to go to the drug store on Lamar Plaza and pick up a bottle of Fleet enema. Bring it back to The Heat, and meet me in the room. Don't overthink the play, just execute."
Gabe's eyes widened at the request, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Fleet enema? He had heard about that shit. It was like, a gay thing, right? Something they used to... prepare themselves for anal. Fuck, was Brad really suggesting what he thought he was suggesting?
"Uh, dude, I don't know... that's kind of a weird request," Gabe hedged, trying to sound casual even as his heart began to race.
"Come on, man, it’s for your own good," Brad coaxed, his tone turning cajoling. It was clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Gabe knew he should refuse, should tell Brad to fuck off and mind his own business. But he felt the pull of the Blueprint’s gravity, as inevitable as a play-call from the sidelines. He found himself pulling into the drug store parking lot, grabbing a basket and making his way to the digestive health aisle.
As he stood in line, clutching the single item in his palm while white-knuckling the handles of the useless, empty basket, Gabe felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He imagined he could feel the stares of the other customers, their knowing looks as they passed him. Fuck, could they tell? Did they know he was about to be some douche's bitch? The thought of Brad made his cock twitch in his jeans, and he quickly glanced away, trying to will away the sudden rush of blood to his groin.
Finally, the line moved forward, and the clerk tried to ring up the purchase, apparently without success. The clerk looked familiar as he leaned forward and pressed the PA button: "PLU on 7.8oz extra size bottle Fleet enema for young man front registers." At this point, Gabe looked stoically ahead but in the reflection of the glass cabinets behind the clerk he could see other customers staring at his back.
When the price had been established, after what seemed like a very long wait, Gabe paid for the item, shoving it into a bag before practically running out to his car.
Gabe realized with a jolt of ice in his veins that the clerk was Josh, Jason Miller’s older brother. Josh had always looked at Gabe like he was something spoiled—mocking his 'pretty-boy' curls and hazel eyes whenever he came over to see Jason. Now, Josh wasn't just suspicious; he was holding the receipt. Gabe felt his "Class Favorite" skin peeling off right there on the Lamar Plaza linoleum. If Josh suspected he and Jason had been messing around back in the day, this purchase was the final, incriminating piece of the puzzle.
Gabe's hands were shaking slightly as he unlocked the door to their shared dorm room, the bag with the Fleet bottle clutched tightly in one fist. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever was about to happen, before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The sight that greeted him made Gabe's heart stop for a moment. There on his bed was Brad, fully clothed but with his jeans undone and his cock out. His roommate was sprawled out on his bed, one hand drifting over his cock as he watched something on his laptop. The sound of a woman moaning loudly filled the room, the lewd noises emanating from the porn Brad had pulled up.
"Finally, where the fuck were you, dude?” Brad asked, his voice rough and edged with impatience, “We haven’t got all day and we’ve got to get you game-ready for the party." He sat up, his eyes dark and intense as he fixed them on Gabe, drinking in the sight of his best friend.
Gabe swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He held up the bag, letting it swing slightly in his hand. "I got it," he said, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "But dude, I don't know about this. I mean, I'm not... I haven't ever..." Gabe trailed off, unable to find the right words to express his nervousness and uncertainty.
“That’s the whole point,” Brad was off the bed in an instant, stalking towards Gabe with a predatory gleam in his eye. He snatched the bag from Gabe's hand, tossing it carelessly aside before backing his friend up against the wall. Gabe's heart pounded in his chest as Brad loomed over him, the heat of his body radiating against Gabe's skin.
"You don't need to think, okay?” Brad growled, his voice low and commanding. “You just need to listen to me. I know you're an ass virgin, but that has to change if we are going to succeed in getting you hitched. Consider this the Scouting Combine, Gabe. I’m just making sure your stats are elite."
To punctuate his point, Brad grabbed Gabe by the back of the neck and pulled him forward, forcing him down to his knees. His engorged cock bobbed in front of Gabe's face, the heady perfume of Brad's arousal filling his nostrils and making his head spin.
"Taste it," Brad demanded, fisting his hand in Gabe's hair as he pulled him closer to his cock. The tip was already glistening with precum, and Gabe could see a bead of it forming on the swollen head. "Time to hit the field, man. Put that gay mouth to work."
Brad's cock throbbed inches from Gabe's face, the salty, heady scent of his arousal filling Gabe's nostrils and making his head swim with the sensations he had felt when he had first blown Brad. He could see the bead of precum growing larger before his eyes, threatening to drip down onto his lips at any moment. Gabe's heart raced as he stared at his friend's impressive length, a mix of fear and anticipation coiling in his gut. Gabe didn't like the barking orders, but he loved the man giving them.
Gabe's tongue darted out, almost of its own accord, and he found himself tasting the first salty drops of Brad's excitement. The familiar flavor exploded on his tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "F-fuck, Brad," Gabe stammered, even as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Brad's cockhead.
"No fuss now, you've done it before," Brad growled, his grip on Gabe's hair tightening. He rocked his hips forward, smearing the leaking tip of his cock against the soft, pliant flesh of Gabe's lips. "Come on, man. Open up for the Varsity squad. Show me how much you want it."
Brad's words sent a bolt of electricity through Gabe's body, and he felt his own cock twitch in the confines of his jeans. Wanting it? Fuck, he did want this, want Brad.
With a shaky breath, Gabe parted his lips, allowing the swollen head of Brad's cock to slip past them. Gabe found himself moaning around the intrusion as Brad's flavor burst across his tongue. It was so weird, so fucking weird, but it felt... right. Like coming home.
"That's it, fuck... just like that," Brad groaned, his head falling back as he savored the feeling of Gabe's hot mouth enveloping the sensitive head of his cock. He began to thrust with practiced, athletic precision, pushing more of his length past Gabe's lips, inch by throbbing inch disappearing into the wet heat of his best friend's mouth.
"Dude, you're a natural at this," Brad said appreciatively, his voice a low, lust-filled growl. He began to thrust shallowly, fucking his cock in and out of Gabe's mouth with increasing urgency. "I'm gonna fuck your throat, Gabe. Gonna use your faggoty mouth like it was made to be. Then I’m going to instruct you on gay ass play..."
The crude words sent a shiver down Gabe's spine, and he felt his own cock straining against his jeans, aching for release. He knew he should pull away, should tell Brad to stop degrading him. But Gabe was horny for Brad and his hand crept down to palm himself through his jeans as Brad used his mouth, his hips rocking forward to grind his aching erection against the rough denim. The dual sensations of Brad's cock thrusting into his throat and the pressure of his own hand rubbing himself through his jeans sent sparks of pleasure shooting up and down Gabe's back.
However, Gabe's exploration of his own arousal was short-lived. Brad snatched a fistful of Gabe's hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to meet his intense gaze. "Don’t touch yourself, show some control," Brad growled, his voice rough and commanding. "You don't get to cum until I say so. Now, focus on sucking my cock, it's all gains, bro. This'll help you handle a real load when we find you a boyfriend, but I'm the Head Coach here—I always come first, understand?"
Gabe's eyes widened, a flush of shame and excitement coloring his cheeks. He quickly bobbed his head in agreement as Brad began to face-fuck him in earnest. Gabe's eyes watered, hot tears tracking down his cheeks as Brad's cock slammed into the back of his throat again and again, each brutal thrust making Gabe gag and sputter around the thick length invading his mouth.
Disgusted that Gabe was so turned on, Brad showed no mercy, his hips snapping forward with brutal force as he used Gabe's throat for his pleasure. Gabe's lungs burned, desperate for air, but Brad just fucked into him harder, chasing his own release. Just when Gabe thought he might pass out, Brad suddenly wrenched his cock from Gabe's mouth, a thick strand of saliva and snot connecting the swollen head to Gabe's gasping lips.
As Gabe gulped down air, Brad stepped back, his chest heaving and his cock bobbing angrily in front of him. His eyes raked over Gabe's tear-streaked face, a smirk playing on his lips. "Strip," Brad commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. "I want to inspect the hardware."
Gabe's hands shook as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, slowly peeling it up and over his head before tossing it aside. He stood up on unsteady legs, fingers moving to the buttons of his jeans, popping them open and shoving his jeans down his hips. His boxers followed quickly, and Gabe kicked them off, standing before Brad in nothing but his socks.
Gabe's cock jutted out from a manicured thatch of dark curls, the thick shaft hard and leaking against his abs. Brad let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with appreciation as he took in the sight of Gabe's soccer-built frame. "Fuck, looks like someone's happy to see me," Brad remarked with a smirk, reaching down with his finger to caress the underside of Gabe's cockhead.
Gabe gasped, his hips jerking forward into Brad's touch before he caught himself, a bead of precum forming at his slit. He had to fight the urge to thrust onto Brad's finger, to chase the pleasure that was already building at the base of his spine. But he held himself back, remembering Brad's order. He didn't want to anger his friend, didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the strange but exciting path their relationship seemed to be taking.
"Follow me," Brad said, his voice rough. He turned and strode towards the bathroom, not bothering to check if Gabe was obeying. He knew Gabe would follow, just as he knew Gabe would do anything he asked. "Bring the bag," it was a heady feeling, having that much power over his best friend. It was all for Gabe’s own good, thought Brad.
Gabe grabbed the bag with the Fleet enema, clutching it tightly as he hurried after Brad. As he entered the dingy bathroom, he was struck by the slightly steamy, humid air and some lingering condensation dripping down the mirror.
"Brad..." Gabe's voice was a choked whisper, desperation clear in the way he said his friend's name. Gabe swallowed hard, his cock leaking as he witnessed Brad's confidence, his ability to just go for what he wanted without hesitation.
Brad sat down on the closed toilet seat, his eyes roaming hungrily over Gabe's naked body, taking in every dip and curve of his best friend's disciplined frame. His gaze lingered on the sight of Gabe's hard cock, leaking a steady stream of precum down the shaft and onto his smooth balls. Brad felt a surge of satisfaction seeing the effect he had on Gabe, knowing that he was the cause of his friend's obvious arousal.
Gabe shifted uncomfortably under Brad's intense scrutiny, instinctively moving to cover himself with his hands. His inner dialogue raced, a mix of embarrassment, confusion, and a growing, grudging excitement.
Brad's voice cut through Gabe's spiraling thoughts, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't be bashful, Gabe, I saw it all before in this very bathroom when you jerked yourself off in front of me like some lewd pervert and sprayed cum all over this shitty shower. That was low, dude."
Gabe felt his cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red with embarrassment at Brad's words. He slowly lowered his hands. "I... I'm not, it's just..." Gabe stammered, trying to find the right words. But Brad cut him off, a wicked gleam in his eye.
"I know you got it bad for me, that’s why I did some research this afternoon," Brad said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "About gay guys... stuff you need to know for your future boyfriend including how to get ready for anal. Douching is the play here— cleaning out the locker," Brad continued, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "It's all about cleaning out the rectum before... activities. The goal is to create a smooth, tight passage. Some guys use water, others use saline solutions. But the most effective, and the most popular, is using an enema like Fleet."
Brad reached into the bag Gabe had brought in, pulling out the box of Fleet enema. He held it up, waving it slightly. "This stuff is designed to clean out the lower intestines. You fill up the bottle with warm water, insert the nozzle, and let it do its job. I gather it takes a little practice to get the hang of it, but it's worth it for the results. You gotta learn this stuff, G-Man."
As Brad spoke, Gabe felt a confusing mix of emotions surge through him. Embarrassment and shame at the crude, intimate topic of conversation.
Brad's eyes gleamed with self-satisfaction as he continued his impromptu lesson, clearly relishing the opportunity to educate his best friend on the intimate details of anal. "The key is to hold the solution in for a few minutes, letting it do its job. Some guys can hold it for up to 10-15 minutes, but that takes practice. You don't want to rush it, or you might end up with a messy accident later on."
Gabe listened in morbid fascination, his cock throbbing and leaking even more precum at the graphic details of Brad's explanation. He couldn't believe they were having this conversation, but he couldn't deny the growing sense of anticipation and arousal it was causing him.
"And then, once you're all cleaned out," Brad continued, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone, "you can move on to the fun part. Lube is key, obviously. A good, thick, silicone-based lube is best for anal. It lasts longer and doesn't dry out as quickly."
Brad's eyes dragged over Gabe's naked body once more, lingering on his hard, aching cock. A smirk spread across his face, and he chuckled softly. "Though looking at you, I might not need to use as much lube as I thought. You seem pretty... ‘relaxed’ already."
Gabe flushed an even deeper shade of red at the implication, his cock twitching and leaking even more at Brad's words. Fuck, he couldn't believe how turned on he was, just from talking about this shit. It was so wrong, but it felt so right if it meant being with Brad. He shifted his hips, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in his balls.
"I... I don't know if I'm ready for all that," Gabe admitted, his voice strained with a mix of nerves and excitement. "I mean, I've never... I haven't done anything like this before. I don't want to fuck it up or something."
Brad stood up from the throne, taking a step closer to Gabe. "Don't worry, man," Brad murmured, "I'll guide you through every step. Watch and learn. Trust the Blueprint."
Brad turned to sit back down on the can. He motioned for Gabe to come closer. "Alright, listen up, bro. I'm gonna walk you through this step-by-step. Don't fuck it up and don't make a mess," Brad growled, “No pressure, dude, just follow instructions.”
Gabe took a shaky step forward, his hard cock bobbing with each movement. He could feel the slick precum dripping down the underside of his shaft, his smooth heavy balls churning with pent-up arousal. Fuck, he couldn't believe he was about to let his best friend talk him through this, but the thought of being with Brad only heightened his desperate need.
"First things first," Brad began, tearing open the box of Fleet enema and pulling out the contents. "You gotta fill the bottle with warm water. Not hot, not cold. Fucking warm. Don't want to burn your guts, do we?"
Gabe nodded, taking the bottle and moved to the sink. He ran the tap, testing the temperature with his fingers until it was just right. His cock throbbed and leaked with each movement, the anticipation of what was to come making him lightheaded with desire.
"Fill it up to the line," Brad ordered, watching Gabe with a critical eye. Once the bottle was full, he held out his hand for it. "Now bring it here and sit that ass down on the edge of the tub. I'm gonna show you how to attach the nozzle."
Gabe did as he was told, the cold porcelain of the tub making him shiver as he perched on the edge. Brad took the bottle, attaching the nozzle with quick, efficient movements. He then handed it back to Gabe, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Alright, dude, listen up. You gotta lie on your left side, knees pulled up to your chest. Stick that ass out for me, so I can see what I'm working with."
Gabe flushed at the crude command, but he did as he was told. He lay down on the cold, humid tile floor, curling onto his side and lifting his right knee to his chest. The position left him exposed, his ass cheeks spread slightly, his tight hole on display for Brad's appraisal.
Brad loomed over Gabe's curled form, his eyes roaming appraisingly over the exposed, goosebumped flesh of his best friend's ass. He could see the tight pucker of Gabe's hole, begging to be stretched and filled.
"Alright, my man, you gotta lubricate the tip of the nozzle real good," Brad said as he tossed a bottle of lube toward Gabe's chest, "Lube up your finger, stick your finger in your ass and work some lube around the entrance. Get it nice and slick, so the nozzle slips in easy."
Gabe got some lube on his finger and reached back clumsily, his fingers fumbling as he tried to locate his own tight hole. He had never touched himself there before, and the sensation made him shudder. Slowly, awkwardly, under Brad’s watchful eye he worked a finger inside, grunting at the unfamiliar pressure.
"You're tight," Brad commented crudely, watching Gabe's struggles. "You gotta loosen up, man. Give me some depth. Stick another finger in there and work it around. Imagine it's my cock, stretching out this virgin hole."
Gabe whimpered at the degrading words, but he did as he was told, working a second finger in alongside the first. He circled and scissored them, trying to relax the clenched muscles. All the while, Brad watched, his own cock straining against the confines of his jeans as he observed Gabe fingerfuck himself, helpless on the cold floor, under Brad’s control.
"Okay, pull your fingers out and line up the nozzle," Brad instructed, his voice tight with restraint. "Press the tip against your hole and start pushing. Don't stop until it's all the way inside and the bulb is against your hole."
Gabe fumbled with the nozzle, his fingers shaking as he tried to line it up with his entrance. He pressed forward, gritting his teeth as he felt the tip pop past the tight ring of muscle. He kept pushing, inch after inch disappearing inside him until the bulb nestled against his ass.
"That’s good, man," Brad growled, a note of approval in his voice. "Now, keep holding it there. Don't let it slip out. Squeeze the bulb and let the water flow into you. Nice and slow, until it's all gone."
Gabe bore down, his face scrunching up as he felt the warm water begin to fill his lower intestines. It was a strange sensation, almost uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant. He kept squeezing the bulb, as the water level in the bottle steadily lowered.
As the last bit of water drained into him, Gabe let out a low groan, his cock jumping and leaking against the tile floor. Fuck, he felt so full, so stretched. He couldn't imagine taking anything else.
As Gabe finished administering the enema, Brad watched with a critical eye, his gaze never leaving his best friend's body. He noted with approval the slight bulge in Gabe's abdomen, the result of the warm water sloshing around in his guts. The sight sent a dark thrill through him, knowing that he was the one who had orchestrated this intimate and degrading act.
"Alright, hold it in for a few minutes," Brad ordered, leaning back on the throne and spreading his legs wider. He palmed himself through his jeans, rubbing his hard cock with a slow rhythm. "Let the Fleet do its job, and you do yours. Don't let it out until I tell you to. It's a game of discipline, G-Man."
Gabe nodded, his face flushed and his body tense as he struggled to hold the enema solution inside. On the humid floor, he curled in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest as he fought against the urge to expel the water. All the while, his cock throbbed and leaked, smearing precum on his foreskin and belly.
After a few minutes that felt like an eternity to Gabe, Brad finally spoke up, his voice dropping into that "Game Day" bark. "Okay, Sterling, get your ass over to the head. Now. Don't let anything out until I say so."
Gabe scrambled to his feet, stumbling slightly in his haste. He flicked the nozzle out of his ass, gasping at the sudden emptiness he felt. Stepping fast over to the commode, he flipped up the lid and braced his hands on the seat as he sat down, spreading his legs and arching his back, his hard cock throbbing as Brad kept watch.
"Alright, go! Make sure you get it all out," Brad ordered, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he loomed over Gabe. He could see the strain on his best friend's face, could hear the way he grunted and bore down with each clench of his ass. The sound of the enema water evacuating from Gabe's guts filled the bathroom, and Brad felt a dark thrill at a job well done.
Once Gabe finished, Brad barked out another command. "Shower. Now. And make sure you clean that sloppy hole properly. I don’t want any bench-warmer mistakes when I'm ready to run the play. I'm talkin' spotless, got it?"
Gabe nodded, scrambling to his feet and moving quickly to the shower. He scrubbed at his skin vigorously, making sure not a single speck of shit or slop remained on his body. As he dried off, he could hear the sound of Brad's low, rough laughter from the bedroom, and it made his cock twitch and leak once more.
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