Chapter 4: The Varsity Brand
Headline: Claiming the Roster: Deflowering the Prospect
Description: Gabe's status as an "ass virgin" is a glitch in Brad’s system that needs to be corrected before they hit the O-Pi house. In a brutal display of dominance, Brad claims Gabe’s "Class Favorite" frame in a scene defined by sensory overload and psychological warfare. Using straight porn as a backdrop and his own 7.5" Specimen stats as a weapon, Brad re-establishes the Depth Chart with a "pint" of release that leaves Gabe stuffed, marked, and physically occupied. From a vivid bite-mark on the shoulder to a tactical "plug" that seals in the Blueprint's essence, Gabe is transformed into a walking masterpiece designed by Brad.
Character Dossier: Jason Miller
The "Practice Squad" Veteran
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Origins: A comfortable, middle-class suburb of Austin, Texas. He was Gabe’s closest confidant and teammate throughout their high school years.
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Current Status: "Townie." Unlike Brad and Gabe, Jason didn't make the jump to a "Power Five" social scene like LSU. He stayed local, currently working for a residential construction crew in Austin while taking night classes at Austin Community College (ACC).
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The Scouting Report: In the eyes of the "Blueprint," Jason would be termed a "Walk-On." He represents the "Standard-Issue" version of a Texas athlete—solid, reliable, but lacking the "All-American" polish and elite social pedigree that Brad demands. He is the guy who peaked in high school, and Brad would view him as a "baseline" that Gabe has already outgrown.
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History with Gabe: Jason was the catalyst for Gabe’s sexual awakening. He provided Gabe with a "Safe" space to explore his desires, but that safety is exactly what Brad would find "mid-tier" and repulsive.
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Physical Appearance: 6’0”, 195 lbs, thick-set and athletic, but unrefined, functional rather than performative. 6.5 inches, cut; large, smooth, low-hanging balls which Gabe remembers well from when they fooled around that one time.
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The Conflict: He is the person who reminds Gabe that sexuality doesn't have to be a hierarchy or a battle for territory.
Every time he closed his eyes, Gabe didn't see Brad’s smirk or the "throne" he’d just vacated. He saw Josh Miller’s eyes behind that drug store counter.
Josh had looked at him with a lethal combination of recognition and disgust. It was the look of a man who had seen through the "Varsity" armor Gabe wore so carefully. Josh wasn't just a clerk; he was the gatekeeper to a version of Gabe that was supposed to be dead and buried.
“PLU on 7.8oz extra size bottle Fleet enema...”
The PA announcement echoed in his ears, rhythmic and mocking. Gabe let his head thud against the bathroom wall. The sensation of being "cleaned out" by Brad’s orders felt hauntingly familiar, but for the wrong reasons. The shame of the drug store didn't just belong to the present; it was a ghost-shame that had started years ago in a different place, with a different Miller. Jason had been the first one to make Gabe feel "spoiled." Before Brad’s "Blueprint," before the "Scouting Combines" and the clinical protocols, there had been the quiet, fumbling intensity of the backseat of Jason’s car.
Josh used to call them "pretty-boy curls" with a sneer, but Jason had touched them like they were made of gold. Gabe felt the humid heat of the bathroom on his back mimicking the memory of Jason’s breath against his neck. If Josh had really suspected back then, seeing Gabe buy that Fleet bottle today wasn't just a coincidence—it was a confirmation.
Gabe’s heart hammered a frantic beat against his ribs. He was being hunted on two fronts. In their bedroom, Brad was waiting to turn him into a "special-ops" asset, a weapon of social status. But in the shadows of his own mind, Jason Miller was still there, a reminder that Gabe wasn't a project to be built—he was a secret to be kept.
"Sterling! Wrap it up!" Brad’s voice barked through the door, sharp as a whistle on a practice field. "The clock is ticking. We’ve got a party to win."
Grabbing a towel, Gabe wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror, he didn't recognize the man looking back. The Hazel eyes were the same, but they were wider now, darker.
He wasn't just prepping for a party. He was prepping for a collision.
Gabe suspected his status as a "prospect" was about to be finalized and picked up the bottle of lube lying on the bathroom floor where he had earlier used it to lube his ass for the enema. Putting into practice what he had learned, he squirted some lube onto two of his fingers, squatted down and pushed the lube into his ass. Then he moved into the bedroom, the towel around his waist feeling like a flimsy white flag. Back against the wall, Brad was sprawled out on Gabe’s bed, his jeans undone. The hem of his shirt was pulled up to reveal a dark treasure trail leading down to his hard cock, which jutted out obscenely as he watched his laptop. The sounds of squealing women and rough fucking filled the room, and Gabe felt his face flush at the crude porn Brad was playing while he stood there in just his towel.
"Get over here," Brad growled, not taking his eyes off the screen. "I need another taste of that gay mouth before I run you in properly."
Gabe swallowed hard, his hole clenching at the thought. He knew instinctively that “another taste of that gay mouth” did not mean Brad was going to kiss him. He approached the bed, kneeling down in front of Brad and leaning in to take his best friend's hard, throbbing length into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the swollen head, tasting the leaking precum, before taking more and more of Brad's cock down his throat.
"Fuck yeah, that's it," Brad groaned, his hand fisting in Gabe's hair as he rocked his hips forward, fucking into the wet heat of Gabe's mouth. "Get it nice and sloppy. I want your spit all over my cock when I shove it inside you."
After a few intense moments, Brad wrenched Gabe off his dick, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to Brad's slick cock. He got off the bed, grabbed Gabe, manhandling him over to the desk. Gabe barely had time to process the sudden movement before Brad was pushing him down onto the hard wooden surface, the edge of the desk digging into his hips. Brad placed the laptop, and the straight porn, on the desk in front of Gabe's face.
"Hands on the desk, legs spread," Brad barked, kicking Gabe's legs apart and forcing him to brace himself on his elbows. He could see Gabe's face was mere inches from the laptop screen, the sounds of the straight porn filling his ears. The woman on the screen was on her hands and knees and was being pounded mercilessly by a thick cock. It made Gabe feel a confusing mix of shame and arousal, realizing he was in a similar position.
Brad ripped Gabe's towel off and took the opportunity to admire Gabe's ass, spreading his cheeks wide and exposing his pink hole. It was lubed and slightly gaping. Brad licked his lips, rubbing the swollen head of his cock teasingly over the sensitive, glistening flesh, feeling it twitch and clench. "I didn't tell you to lube up, bro." "Dude, please ... please go easy ... please," pleaded Gabe who was feeling very vulnerable.
With that, Brad pushed the tip of his cock just inside Gabe’s lubed hole. Gabe shuddered while Brad paused for a few seconds and then slammed forward, burying his hard cock deep into Gabe's ass with one brutal thrust. Gabe let out a choked scream, his back arching sharply as he was penetrated so cruelly, the thick length stretching him wide open. The woman on the screen screamed too, and Gabe felt a pang of shameful arousal at the comparison.
Brad set a punishing pace, the desk shaking and creaking beneath them as he fucked into Gabe with wild abandon. Each rough, powerful thrust slammed into Gabe's prostate, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up his spine. He could feel every ridge and vein of Brad's cock dragging along his sensitive walls, stirring up the lube inside him.
"Fuck, look at you, taking it so well, just like that bitch on the screen," Brad snarled, gripping Gabe's hips with bruising force as he hammered into him.
Gabe could only moan in response, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched the woman's face contort in pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her open mouth. He felt like her, like the woman getting used for a man's pleasure, and the thought that Brad was fucking him made his own cock throb. In his fantasies, Gabe hadn't imagined his first anal with Brad to be like this but he wanted Brad. Gabe hoped Brad was turned on by him, at least a bit, even if Brad was playing straight porn while deflowering Gabe so callously.
Brad's hips slammed against Gabe's ass with relentless force, the desk shuddering with each powerful thrust. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me so tight," Brad grunted, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. He leaned over Gabe's back, his chest pressing against his shoulder blades as he angled his hips to drive deeper into that clutching heat. "I can feel you squeezing my cock, begging for it. You fucking love this, don't you? Love being split open on my dick, used like that cock-craven slut on the screen."
Gabe could only whimper in response, his fingers scrabbling against the desk edge as he tried to find purchase. His own dick bobbed and leaked beneath him, drooling precum onto the surface. He watched the woman on the screen scream in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as the man fucked her harder, faster, chasing his release. It was like looking into a twisted mirror, seeing his own pleasure reflected back at him while being fucked in the ass bareback by Brad.
“Look at her, what a low-tier bitch,” Brad snarled, his pace turning into a punishing, rhythmic slam. Gabe's mind started to glitch, his thoughts fragmenting under the force of the Blueprint’s assault. He found himself drifting back to Jason—the polar opposite of this violence. The memory was fresh, triggered by the icy run-in with Jason's brother, Josh, at the drug store just an hour ago, so short a time, when he had still been an ass virgin. In his mind's eye, Gabe pictured the scenario as it should have been:
He would have had Jason bent over his bed, just like he was now bent over the desk for Brad. But where Brad was aggressive and demanding, Gabe would have been gentle, almost reverent. He would have run his hands over the broad expanse of Jason's muscular back, feeling the sweat-slick skin and the way his muscles jumped beneath his touch.
They would both have been naked at this most intimate of moments. Gabe would have taken his time, not rushing into it like Brad had with his pants and shirt still on.
When he worked the first lubed finger into Jason, Gabe would have done so slowly, carefully, letting Jason adjust to the new sensation. He would have spent long minutes rubbing and massaging Jason's ass, working his fingers and lube into the tight, virgin hole. He remembered how Jason's smooth balls were large and heavy, and he would have made sure to fondle and caress them, feeling their weight in his palm. He would have used plenty of lube, working it into the tight ring of muscle until it was slick and loose, ready for his cock.
Gabe would have savored the moment when he finally pushed his cockhead past that tight rim, feeling it stretch and give way for him. He would have paused there, letting Jason feel the throbbing, before slowly and gradually sinking in deeper, inch by exquisite inch. Nothing like the way Brad, still clothed, had forced himself in, not caring about the pain he caused.
He would have rolled his hips, grinding against Jason's prostate, making sure his friend was lost in pleasure before he even began to thrust. And thrust he would have, with a slow, steady rhythm that built gradually. He would have matched the pace of their high school football drills, the same way he'd matched Jason's pace on the field. A steady, relentless drive forward, never pushing too hard, too fast. Letting Jason feel every inch of his hard cock splitting him open, claiming him, making him his.
He would have praised Jason the whole way through, murmuring filthy words of worship into his ear. Telling him how good he was, how perfect, how he was taking Gabe's cock like he was made for it. He would have made love to Jason, not just fucked him. Showed him the depth of his desire, his longing, his need.
But Brad's uncompromising thrusts snapped Gabe back to the present, his body jolting with the force of Brad's hips slamming into his ass. Gabe gasped, a choked moan escaping his lips as Brad's cock pressed hard, stimulating his prostate in a way that made stars explode behind his eyelids. The woman on the screen was keening with unsated lust.
Gabe's fantasy shifted to imagine making love to Jason in a softer, more intimate way. He pictured them tangled naked together on a bed, facing each other, their bodies pressed close. Jason would be on his back, one leg hitched up over Gabe's hip, the other flat on the mattress. It would be a classic missionary position, but with the deep, tender intimacy that Gabe craved.
He would have kissed Jason slow and deep, pouring all his pent-up feelings and desire into the embrace. Their lips would have moved together in a sensual dance, tongues twining and exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that had nothing to do with urgency and everything to do with need. Gabe would have savored the taste of Jason, the feel of his lips, soft and eager against his own.
As he slowly rocked into Jason, his hips would have made a gentle, rolling motion. He wouldn't have slammed in hard and fast, like Brad. Instead, he would have taken his time, letting Jason feel every inch of his cock sliding into his tight heat. He would have paused when he was fully sheathed, just to feel Jason's body adjust and flutter around him, before starting a slow, steady rhythm.
Gabe would have made love to Jason with a focus on pleasure, on building a deep, intimate connection. He would have paid attention to every hitch in Jason's breath, every shudder and moan, using that feedback to guide his movements. When he felt Jason's body start to relax and open up to him, he would have increased his pace gradually, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little harder, but always in a steady, sensual rhythm.
He would have murmured words of love and desire into Jason's ear as he penetrated him, telling him how much he meant to him, how good he felt wrapped around his cock. He would have praised Jason's body, his strength, his beauty, his everything. Making sure his lover knew that this moment was about more than just physical pleasure - it was a declaration of feelings, a promise of devotion.
But as Gabe lost himself in this fantasy, Brad's authoritative pace suddenly sped up, his hips slamming into Gabe's ass with a newfound urgency. Before Gabe could fully adjust to the deep fullness of Brad's cock buried inside him, Brad let out a guttural groan, his body tensing.
Gabe barely had a moment to register the change before he felt the hot splash of Brad's cum flooding his insides, painting his walls white for the first time. Brad's orgasm hit hard and fast, cutting short the building pleasure Gabe had been experiencing, the slow burn of his own arousal snuffed out by the sudden, intense sensation of Brad's release.
Brad collapsed against Gabe's back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He made no move to pull out, leaving Gabe stuffed full.
As Brad remained buried deep inside Gabe, his softening cock plugging him up, Gabe couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He had been starting to enjoy the sensation, the slow build of pleasure, only for Brad to finish embarrassingly quickly and rob him of that satisfaction. It was a familiar feeling - Brad's selfishness left Gabe wanting; at that moment, Gabe didn’t feel that he and Brad were on the same team.
"That was...fast," Gabe muttered, a hint of criticism in his voice.
Brad just chuckled, a dark, mocking sound that rumbled through his chest and into Gabe's back. "What, you didn't enjoy the workout, Sterling?" Brad taunted, giving a sharp thrust of his hips to emphasize his point. The movement made Gabe clench around him involuntarily. "Your body is telling a different story, dude. It feels like you’re trying to siphon every drop of the Blueprint out of me."
Gabe bit his lip, torn between the urge to snap back at Brad's insults and the shameful, undeniable truth of his own arousal. His cock was still hard, still leaking and twitching against his belly, aching for more stimulation.
"I...yeah," Gabe admitted grudgingly, his face flushing with heat. "It felt good, okay? Fuck, Brad..." He trailed off, not quite able to put into words the conflicting feelings churning inside him. He was in love with Brad but in that moment Gabe was not sure he liked Brad all that much.
Brad's breathing slowly returned to normal as he lay draped over Gabe's back, his softening cock still buried deep in his best friend's ass. In a moment of dark, primal instinct, Brad leaned in and sank his teeth into the meat of Gabe's shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid purple bruise in the shape of his teeth. “That goes well with the other marks from earlier at Isa’s,” said Brad as he appraised Gabe’s neck.
Brad sucked and licked at the abused flesh, tasting the salt of Gabe's skin and with a low sigh, he released a stream of piss directly into Gabe's guts, the liquid mixing with the cum already coating his best friend's insides. Gabe gasped, his internal walls clenching around the warm, stinging flood. “That’s it, clench, dude, keep all the essence inside you. Don’t let any out,” Brad murmured. Gabe could only nod, a moan catching in his throat as Brad pulled his cock out with a squelch.
Before Gabe could react further, Brad reached into his back pocket, producing a narrow-necked dildo he’d clearly been carrying for this exact "closing" play. He rubbed the head of the toy teasingly over Gabe's messy, sensitive rim, making him shudder and whimper. "Clench, man," Brad commanded, a wicked glint in his eye. "Don't let a single life-giving drop leak out, got it?"
He pushed the thick dildo past Gabe's entrance, stuffing him full once more, sealing the “locker.” The intrusion made Gabe feel stretched and sated, the plastic invading his most intimate space. He could feel the piss and cum sloshing around inside him, the unfamiliar weight and pressure making his cock twitch and dribble against the desk.
Brad stepped back, admiring his work and tapping the dildo base with a satisfied smirk. He looked down at Gabe's ass, plugged up with the mess he had made, and felt a dark thrill of possessive pride. He grabbed Gabe's hair, wrenching his head back, and brought his soft, cock to Gabe’s lips.
"Clean it off, dude," Brad ordered, smearing the mixed fluids painting his dick over Gabe's mouth. "Lick it all off, like a good girl. Taste how desperate you are for my cock."
Gabe obediently got off the desk somewhat shakily, dropped to his knees and stuck out his tongue, the musky, slightly acrid taste of Brad's release, mingled with the chemical tang of the lube, exploding over his taste buds. He lapped and sucked, cleaning every inch of Brad's cock until it was spotless, until he had swallowed down every last drop of the bitter mix.
Brad tucked his now clean cock back into his jeans and zipped up, leaving Gabe disheveled, naked and vulnerable on the floor. He looked down at his best friend, a mix of satisfaction and dark amusement playing across his handsome features.
"Yeah, bro, you did well. Time to get cleaned up and ready for the party," Brad said, his voice a low rumble. He grabbed Gabe's arm and hauled him off the floor, not caring that the dildo shifted with the movement, making Gabe hiss in a mix of discomfort and lingering pleasure.
"You got an hour, man. I want you looking your best, so I can be proud of you and show you off tonight," Brad continued, a note of possessiveness in his tone. He gave Gabe a rough pat on the ass. "Wear something nice. And don't forget..." He reached around and gave the end of the dildo a sharp push, making it press hard against Gabe's prostate and reminding him of his orders. "...keep this plugged up. Don't make me tell you twice. Remember, dude: you're walking into that party as a masterpiece. My masterpiece."
Gabe could only nod, his face flushed and his mind reeling as he stumbled towards the bathroom. He ached, his body and mind protesting the rough treatment he had just received. But more than that, he felt a confusing mix of emotions churning in his gut next to Brad’s piss and cum. Shame, for letting himself be used so thoroughly. Pride, for taking it so well. And a traitorous sense of longing, hungry for more of ... more of Brad.
As he stepped into the shower, Gabe couldn't resist the urge to wrap a hand around his own cock. He had had no release all day. He had remained hard throughout, the hot water sluicing over his sensitive skin and the steam of the shower inflaming his arousal. He stroked himself slowly, teasingly, his mind replaying the filthy images from the porn video, of Brad's cock pounding into him, of his love-making with Jason.
But he knew he couldn't cum, not without Brad's permission. The knowledge made his strokes falter, made him bite his lip hard . He wanted to please Brad. With a groan of frustration, he forced himself to stop touching himself, turning the water to cold and shuddering under the icy spray.
After finishing his shower, Gabe dried off and dressed carefully, donning a crisp, high-collar button-down linen shirt his sister had given him, the expensive weave a shroud for the vivid purple bruise on his shoulder, and a pair of dark slacks. He wanted to look good for Brad, wanted to make his best friend proud. The dildo shifted with every movement, a constant reminder of the filthy act he had just participated in, and Gabe reflexively steadied himself on the bathroom utility table cluttered with Brad's supplement tubs.
As Gabe stood there, leaning over the table, his best friend’s fluids plugged inside him, his mind drifted back to his teenage years and his first real exposure to his same-sex attractions. His thoughts turned again to his then best friend Jason, and their one and only intimate encounter in real life. "Why only the one time?" Gabe wondered now, lost in the memory. "Why didn't we...why couldn't we have done more?"
The answer was complicated, tied up in the confusion and fear of being different, of being labeled a 'fag' or a 'homo'. They had both been terrified of being caught, of the scandal it would cause. Jason's family was religious, and he was worried about letting his parents down. Gabe had been too scared of tarnishing his jock image, of losing his “Class Favorite” status. More than that, they had both been terrified of admitting the depth of their feelings for each other.
That one kiss, that one mutual handjob, had felt like a betrayal of their straight, masculine identities. They had retreated into a safe, platonic friendship after that, never broaching the subject again. And now, years later, here Gabe was in love with Brad, in the sordid bathroom attached to their room, an empty enema bottle on the floor and a dildo up his ass filled with a pint of Brad’s piss and cum.
Brad paced the adjoining bedroom, waiting for Gabe to emerge from the bathroom and accompany him to the party. He had already changed into a fitted polo shirt that showcased his muscular physique and a pair of dark jeans that hugged his ass in all the right places. As he waited, he couldn't keep his mind from analyzing the intense, degrading encounter he had just had with Gabe. He thought about the way Gabe had looked, splayed out on the desk, his ass raised and presented like a bitch in heat. The depraved sight of his best friend watching that porn, realizing he was just like the woman getting used and abused on screen. Brad's cock twitched in his jeans at the memory of sinking his teeth into the meat of Gabe's shoulder, marking him, claiming him.
Just then, Gabe emerged from the bathroom, looking good enough to eat. Brad felt a surge of possessive pride seeing his friend dressed up for him, knowing the lewd secret that was hidden beneath the neat and tidy exterior - the dildo still plugging up his ass, keeping Brad's piss and cum sealed inside. "Looking good, dude," Brad said, his voice a low rumble of approval. He stepped closer, backing Gabe up against the wall, and leaned in to murmur in his ear. "You follow my orders, didn't you? Kept that hole plugged up?" Gabe swallowed hard, his face flushing slightly at the intimate question. He nodded, his voice a whisper. "Yes, Brad."
"Good," Brad purred, a wicked glint in his eye. His hand drifted down to cup Gabe's ass, squeezing the firm muscle through his slacks. He felt the dildo base through the fabric, a reminder of the filthy act they had just engaged in. "I expect you to be a good boy all night. Stay by my side, maybe I'll give you a special treat later." Gabe's breath hitched, his cock starting to strain again against the confines of his pants. He knew he should be disgusted by the idea of being Brad's fucktoy, his plaything. He nodded, a needy whimper escaping his lips.
"I want to be good for you, Brad. I want...I want us to do it again," Gabe admitted, his voice ragged with desire. Brad's eyes darkened with a hint of cruelty. He could see the desperate, almost feral need shining in his best friend's eyes, and it only fueled his own twisted desires.
"You did well, bro," Brad murmured, his breath hot against Gabe's ear. "I think that deserves a reward, don't you? You want me to breed you, to pump you full of my cum until your belly swells with it?" "Brad, fuck..." Gabe gasped out, his eyes closing as he struggled to maintain some shred of control. Part of him was terrified of the intensity of his own arousal, the way his body was betraying him, desperate for his best friend's cock. "I know, you got it bad, baby girl. That's why we're going to get you a boyfriend. You'll always be mine, though," Brad whispered in Gabe's ear.
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