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Brad couldn't look at Jacob's defined core without seeing his heavy, uncut 7-inch shaft throbbing just below. A dark, lazy sneer crossed Brad’s face as his nostrils flared again. He reached down, wrapped his fingers tightly around the smooth, uncircumcised length, and began a slow, deliberate stroke.
Jacob gasped audibly at the sudden contact, his hips twitching against the sheets. "We shouldn't..."
"Shhh, now..." Brad’s voice sounded distant, almost hypnotized as he watched his own hand sliding the heavy foreskin up and down over Jacob's smooth glans. "Nice cock, bro... real nice..."
Never in his life had Brad—the legendary seducer of high school girls—touched another male's penis. He knelt there transfixed, watching his large hand work the thick meat, fascinated by the silky texture of the uncircumcised sleeve sliding over the solid shaft beneath. He was caught in a bizarre state of awe and cognitive dissonance, his mind repeating I’ve got another dude’s cock in my hand... while his body surged with undeniable excitement.
Besides the slight difference in build, the primary visual contrast was Jacob's light-brown pubic hair against Brad’s trim patch of dark-blonde pubes. Brad smoothed his fingers through Jacob's light muff, whispering to himself, "Yeah, she’s a pretty bitch..." He brought his fingers to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. "Fuckin’ great..."
For his part, Jacob had gone from feeling sheer panic to falling into a strange, sensory trance, watching his handsome high school idol handle his body with such intense focus. Brad was the absolute last person on earth Jacob would have pictured jacking him off—let alone doing so with such possessive fascination.
Then a sudden flare of panic sliced through Brad's chest. The realization of what he was doing—kneeling next to a bed in Louisiana, mesmerized by his best friend's erect dick—hit him like a bucket of ice water. The trance broke instantly as Brad stood up to his full 6'2" height. His sculpted body and engorged cock with dripping precum were bathed in the morning sun streaming through the apartment window. He stroked his cock distractedly, smearing the precum up and down its length. Jacob looked up at him in awe.
Brad stepped up and onto the mattress, straddling Jacob’s chest with his knees pinned tight under the track athlete's armpits. He smirked down at the confusion and vulnerability on Jacob’s face below.
Jacob immediately felt the heat of Brad’s thighs, but before he could process the posture, Brad shoved his sticky, precum-coated fingers straight into Jacob’s open mouth, ordering harshly, "Lick ’em... Lick ’em clean, bitch..."
Sadly, numbly, Jacob complied. His tongue worked between Brad's thick fingers, his blue eyes locked on the back of his friend's hand as Brad thrust his digits in and out of Jacob's mouth.
Brad rolled his head back on his muscular shoulders, letting out a long moan. "Oh, yeah... you’ve got a great tongue there, fag! ...a real natural..."
This was a perspective Jacob had never imagined experiencing—staring up at the high school athletic god from the exact angle dozens of cheerleaders had viewed him. Brad was breathtaking with clothes on, but stripped bare in the sharp morning light, he looked like a Greek statue.
Jacob remembered their freshman year in Dallas—how Brad had walked into the track locker room with that effortless strut, instantly taking over the room. Jacob had felt an instant, overwhelming admiration for the outgoing athlete. Over the years, whenever Brad would drape his heavy arm over Jacob’s shoulder to whisper graphic, detailed accounts of his weekend conquests, Jacob had gone rock-hard, hypnotized by Brad’s sultry voice, silently wishing he had been the conquered one.
Now, trapped beneath him, Jacob didn't need any imagination. Brad sat his heavy, sculpted glutes back on Jacob’s stomach, slapping his hard 7½-inch shaft directly against Jacob’s cheeks.
"What’d ya want, Jake?" Brad taunted, rubbing his wet cockhead under Jacob’s nose.
Jacob closed his eyes, his mouth completely dry. He wanted Brad’s cock desperately, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the shameful truth out loud. He needed Brad to force him—so he could preserve some tiny shred of self-respect.
"Come on, Jake. Tell ole Brad just exactly what it is you want. I’m not getting up until you tell me," Brad pressed, teasing the tip against Jacob's lips.
"Don’t... Please don’t... Don’t do this to me..." Jacob pleaded weakly.
"Nah, I wanna hear you say it—what you need from me," Brad demanded.
Jacob’s breath hitched. Without consciously intending to, his hands reached up, resting on Brad’s thick, muscular thighs, rubbing the warm skin.
Brad smiled brightly, knowing total victory was at hand. "Say it, girl... Say, ‘I wanna be your fuckin’ bitch... to do with as you see fit.’ You can do it, babe."
When Jacob tried to reach for Brad's shaft to pull it into his mouth without speaking, Brad caught Jacob’s wrists, pinning them firmly to the mattress.
"Say the words, Jake!"
"Okay! I’m your bitch! There? Are you happy?" Jacob finally snapped, his voice breaking into a tearful sob as he surrendered his last defense. "Now, give me your fucking cock!"
Brad chuckled darkly. "Well, you forgot one part..."
"To use any goddamned way you want! There? Happy?" Jacob wept, thoroughly humiliated.
Brad leaned down, pulling the weeping track stud into his heavy arms, letting Jacob cry against his broad shoulder while Brad stroked his back. The master manipulator whispered into Jacob's hair, "It’s okay, bro... I’m sure you’re not the first dude to fall for me. I’m gonna give you everything you need. But until then, you’re gonna be my whore. Aren’t you, bro? You gonna be Brad’s fuckin’ whore?"
Jacob nodded weakly into Brad’s shoulder, whispering, "Yeah..."
Brad rolled onto his back, dragging Jacob over his chest. "Suck my tits, bitch... Suck ’em good."
Jacob hesitated for a split second before leaning down, his wet tongue lapping over Brad's small, flat areola. Brad arched his back with a loud moan as Jacob nursed on him, dragging his wet mouth across Brad's muscular chest. Jacob slid his hand down Brad's stomach, plunging his fingers into Brad's dark-blond pubes, his hand cupping Brad's heavy testicles.
The sensation drove Brad wild. He grabbed Jacob's head, forcing it down his abdomen until his 7½-inch shaft was swallowed deep into Jacob’s hot, wet mouth.
"Oh, fuck you! Suck my cock! Oh, fuck!" Brad moaned, shocked by Jacob’s incredible skill as Jacob’s thick tongue swirled around the circumcised glans. Jacob took four inches of the heavy shaft directly into his throat, bobbing rhythmically.
Wanting to maximize the visual conquest, Brad shoved Jacob around into a 69 position. He pulled on Jacob’s firm glutes, burying his nose straight into Jacob’s light-brown pubes. He drew back to inspect Jacob’s uncut rock-hard 7-inch penis. He nibbled his foreskin before retracting it about three-quarters of the way, revealing a dry, shiny, hard pink knob. When Brad pulled the foreskin all the way back, a large bead of precum appeared at the tip which Brad, with lizard-like accuracy, retrieved with the tip of his tongue. He savored the precum in his mouth, amazed at how sweet it was, and licked Jacob’s slit to make sure none went to waste. Brad licked down the underside of Jacob’s hard cock, down to his fragrant, smooth balls, and took them in his mouth, bathing each with his tongue repeatedly, his nose pressed against Jacob’s taint, which smelled enticingly of sandalwood soap.
The sensory overload was absolute. Jacob bobbed rhythmically on Brad’s shaft, moaning deep in his throat, while Brad lapped frantically at Jacob’s groin, completely lost in the intense, possessive thrill.
Suddenly, Brad’s phone rang loudly from his jeans on the floor.
The sharp noise broke the spell. Spitting Jacob’s ball from his mouth, Brad violently shoved the track athlete off him. "Get off me, faggot! Get off my fucking cock! I don’t know what you think you’re doing—sticking your dick in my face!"
Brad scrambled off the bed, grabbing a pillow to cover his lower half, flustered as he tried to regain his composure. He wasn't mad at Jacob; he was terrified by how thoroughly he had forgotten himself.
"Turn around on the bed, bitch!" Brad ordered, shaking his head clear. "Lay on your stomach."
Jacob rolled over, raising his hips slightly. Brad swallowed hard, staring at the breathtaking curves of Jacob’s athletic glutes and lower back. Brad grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, walked to the foot of the bed, and spread Jacob’s legs wide. He parted the glutes and admired Jacob’s rosebud, twitching in dread anticipation.
"This cunt is mine alone. You hear me?" Brad stated flatly.
"Yes," Jacob whimpered into the pillow.
Brad coated his fingers in lube, pressing them forcefully into Jacob’s tight entrance. Jacob gasped, arching his spine as Brad worked two fingers deep inside, massaging his prostate until Jacob was moaning incoherent pleas into the sheets.
Brad pulled his fingers free. He lined his thick 7½-inch head up directly against Jacob's lubricated entrance. "Relax, Jake," Brad purred, his heavy body weight settling over Jacob’s back. "You’re in for a treat."
Brad shoved forward with a ruthless, heavy press. His flared head forced its way past the tight ring.
Jacob let out a sharp, agonizing scream. "No! No! Brad, get it out! Get it out! It hurts like a motherfucker!"
"Shhh..." Brad murmured, shoving a heavy hand over Jacob’s mouth to muffle the screams while driving the remaining length of his thick 7½-inch shaft all the way into Jacob’s tight depth.
Brad lay flat over Jacob’s shaking body, his nose buried in Jacob’s hair. "Shhh, now... We’re just gonna lay real still ’til your cunt gets used to it, babe..."
Brad's voice dropped to a low, husky purr in Jacob’s ear. "I want you to think about what’s happening right now, Jake... You feel my pubes against your hot fuckin’ ass? I’ve got my entire cock inside your new cunt, bro... This day marks the beginning of your new life, dude! This is the date and time you lost your fuckin’ manhood! Every fuckin’ day for the rest of your life, even if you become a Cowboys star, get married, have kids and grandkids, you’ll remember this day as the day that I—a real man—turned you into a cock-hungry faggot."
Although the tearing sensation still burned, Jacob’s physical resistance completely collapsed. He stopped trying to scream, weeping softly as Brad’s words washed over him. He felt Brad’s soft pubes pressed flat against his glutes, feeling the heavy rhythm of Brad's hips beginning a slow, powerful grind.
Brad picked up his pace, his large hands gripping Jacob’s hips, driving his 7½-inch shaft deep into Jacob's tight warmth over and over again until, with a series of heavy, victorious grunts, Brad erupted inside his high school friend, flooding his guts with pent-up loathing.
Brad collapsed over Jacob's back, breathing heavily, his blue eyes staring at the sunlight on the wall with cold, absolute ownership. Underneath him, Jacob wept quietly into the pillow, his groin wet having cum from being fucked so brutally by Brad.
As his pulse gradually settled and his breathing evened out, Brad pressed soft kisses along Jacob’s shoulders and murmured, “You did good, bro… real good. We’re gonna have a whole different kind of friendship now, buddy…” His hands squeezed Jacob’s pecs and pinched the nipples. “I’m gonna give you everything you need… everything, dude. I’m gonna fill you with so much cum it’ll come out your ears. Real man’s cum, baby.”
Brad’s knees and hard, gym-built thighs kept Jacob’s legs forced wide, his feet and calves locked over Jacob’s, while his cock stayed buried deep inside the track athlete’s wet hole. A mix of lube and thick white cum leaked out around the base of the shaft, coating Brad’s manicured pubes with sticky white strands. What didn’t cling there ran in a slow trail down Jacob’s taint and balls before pooling on the sheets beneath them. Brad pushed his nose into the light-brown hair at the back of Jacob’s head and whispered, “I’ll be ready to go again real soon, Jake. Doesn’t that sound fun? Your cunt won’t stop squeezing my cock—it’s like it’s giving me a hand-job or something.” He chuckled while Jacob lay beneath him in a haze of pain, eyes drifting in and out of focus under the lingering fog of whatever had left him so vulnerable.
After only a few minutes of rest, Brad started the slow rotating, grinding thrusts, mixing up Jacob’s insides. The second time was only a little less brutal. When it was finished, Brad rolled off his tight, round ass and both of them drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Weak and drained but clearer-headed, Jacob was yanked awake at 11:55 AM. Brad manhandled him onto his stomach, propping that perfect ass over some pillows. Jacob tried to talk, to apologize, even to push back, but Brad’s cock found its way back inside the track jock’s swollen, wet hole. The third time still hurt, yet it was noticeably easier than the first two.
The fourth and final round at 1:05 PM was the hardest for Jacob. Brad flipped him onto his back, settling his round butt on the pillows, and held his legs high by the ankles. “This time you’re gonna see the man who owns you, bitch. Every time you look at my face you’re gonna know you’re not a man… just a fag—a weak, pitiful excuse for one.”
Feeling broken and used, Jacob stopped fighting. What was the point? Three heavy loads already sat inside him. What pride was left to protect? Still, he tried to reach for whatever decency remained. “Brad, please don’t do this. We’re like brothers, man. We grew up together. We promised we’d have each other’s backs no matter what. I’m your friend, dude…”
“First of all, buddy, that prep-school 'brotherhood' shit died the second you pulled this faggot routine. You're not a brother, and you're sure as hell not a man anymore. So you don’t get to play the 'bro' card. By rights I should out you to everyone back in Dallas, but as long as you scratch my back, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Get it? As for friendship, we’re not friends anymore—not after you let me fuck you three times. Right? You’re just some chick I use when I need to drop a load. We’ll pretend we’re still boys in public, but when it’s just you and me, there’s no way in hell I can see you as a regular dude. Not when I know I’ve had my cock inside you. Not when I know you’ve got loads of my cum swimming around in there.”
Jacob’s nose flushed red. He closed his eyes and let the tears slide down his temples into his hair. Brad scoffed, embarrassed and disgusted by the display. “Dude, a real man wouldn’t cry. Man up and hold your legs behind your knees.”
Pressing his lips tight to hide the sobs his heaving chest gave away, Jacob grabbed the backs of his knees and turned his face to the side, eyes still shut while tears kept coming. Something about seeing his old high-school buddy—once the darling of every team and every party—broken and open like this, ready to take his cock again, lit Brad up. The psychological weight he’d been carrying since Room 302 had left him restless, aggressive, hungry for control he could no longer find anywhere else. Taking the straight, popular jock who used to be his friend and stripping him of that last piece of himself was a rush unlike anything else. Jacob wasn’t some obvious soft target; he was the kind of guy no one ever suspected of being gay until now, the kind who could have been Brad’s direct competition for every girl on campus.
Brad slicked his cock and pushed back into the warm, tight heat. He threw his head back and groaned at how perfect it felt. “Ooooh, bitch, no one—and I mean no one—comes close to having a pussy this sweet, Jake. Doesn’t that make you feel good, knowing what a perfect cunt you’ve got between your legs?” He rocked in and out of the swollen entrance, slowly building speed. The pain pulled Jacob’s mind away from everything else; the tears finally slowed, though he kept his eyes shut, unable to look at the face above him.
Brad drove deep, slamming into Jacob’s hard, round glutes over and over, pausing now and then to grind his soft pubes against Jacob's pelvis and roll his hips, stirring the thick cock around inside. He barely registered the hard spot he kept brushing, but Jacob felt every pass. His blue eyes flew open in startled confusion.
Brad’s hands found Jacob’s pecs again, thumbs and fingers rolling the flat pink nipples. “For a bitch you’ve got some hot fuckin’ pecs, Jake.” He didn’t notice the shift when Jacob’s hands slipped from his knees, letting his muscled legs fall, feet flat on the mattress, knees bent. Jacob stared blankly at Brad’s hard chest and thick biceps, the sensations short-circuiting whatever resistance was left. Soft, involuntary sounds slipped out of him: “Brad… please… please…”
Between the cock dragging across that sensitive place deep inside and the constant play on his nipples, Jacob’s own thick 7-inch cock began to swell, lengthen, and rise with every hard slap of Brad’s hips against his body. Overwhelmed and half-hypnotized by the steady rhythm, Jacob’s eyelids drifted shut again. His grunts turned into quiet moans as he pushed his lower back higher on the pillow. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip of his cock and dropped onto his abs.
“Do you fuckin’ hear yourself?” Brad laughed, snapping Jacob back. “You motherfucking queer! You’re so getting off on this!” Jacob’s fair skin flushed deep red with shame. “Look at your fuckin’ cock, dude! Hard as granite!” Brad wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked it slowly. Jacob squeezed his eyes shut and turned away. Brad’s voice grew softer, almost distant. “Yeah… big ole cock… oozing that Jake-cum…” More precum slid down over Brad’s fingers and into the light-brown pubes. He gathered it, then closed his fist around the thick shaft again. “Yeah, sweet Jake-cum… all the girls want that thick load inside them…”
Then his eyes flashed and he slapped Jacob hard across the side of the head. “Open your fuckin’ eyes and look at me, bitch! You look at me and watch the man who’s about to fill you up with his thick fuckin’ cum!” Jacob’s head rang. He stared up in fear, then tried to turn away again. Brad’s precum-slick hand clamped onto Jacob’s jaw and forced his face back. “I’m close now, girl,” he panted, grinding his soft pubes against Jacob’s pubic bone. “Look at the man who turned you into a woman, Jake… who took your fuckin’ cherry. Moaning… that big cock of yours leaking everywhere… you can’t get enough of me…”
With Brad’s fingers digging into his jaw, Jacob had no choice but to meet his eyes. Brad was solid muscle—broad traps, heavy biceps, full pecs all gleaming with sweat. His shoulders narrowed to a lean waist Jacob had watched countless times in the weight room. Small pink nipples sat on those hard pecs, and for a reason Jacob couldn’t name he suddenly wanted to put his mouth on them. He closed his eyes again, but Brad’s grip tightened until they flew open. Below the chest a tight six-pack led down into that sharp V and the thatch of manscaped pubes. Jacob felt heat rise in his face as another moan escaped him; his eyes flicked up to see if Brad had heard.
And there was the face that used to make every cheerleader and sorority girl lose their minds. Jacob tried to look away, only to have his head forced back. Was it the long angular lines of Brad’s face, the soft dimples, the blue eyes half-hidden by those thick straight bangs that still made him look almost boyish? Jacob couldn’t say. When another heavy pulse of precum forced its way out of his own cock, fresh tears welled up and his cheeks burned red. This was the deepest humiliation yet, delivered by the same guy he’d known since high school—the star, the one everyone followed. Brad smiled in victory; the dimples softened the expression, and Jacob felt a sudden, unwanted urge to kiss those wet pink lips.
Without meaning to, Jacob locked his legs around Brad’s driving hips. The new angle drove Brad’s shaft directly against that hidden, sensitive swell inside him, sending intense electrical shocks straight up his spine. His eyes rolled back and his legs clamped tighter as the overwhelming internal pressure built to an agonizing peak. Without a single hand touch to his own shaft, purely from the ruthless, deep friction against his prostate, Jacob’s body crossed the point of no return. A violent, full-body shudder hit him, and he blew a hands-free orgasm—thick strands of pearlescent cum shooting high into the air, arcing across his neck and chest. The realization that he had just climaxed hard solely from being fucked crashed into him a second later, and the handsome jock broke into open sobs.
Jacob’s hole clamped and fluttered wildly around Brad’s cock. Brad threw his head back and roared as thick, hot pulses of seed flooded deep inside. “Ahhh… ahhh… FUCK! FUCK! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh dude! Such a GREAT pussy!” As the pulses faded, Jacob felt the warm excess push back out around the shaft, trailing down his lower back and pooling on the pillow beneath his hips. His chest heaved with broken, helpless crying. He loved it. He enjoyed another man finishing inside him.
Brad collapsed onto him, sliding his arms under Jacob’s back. He rested his cheek against Jacob’s and tried to quiet the sobs echoing in his ear. “Shhh… it’s okay, pretty girl… everything’s gonna be okay…” He licked the salty tears from Jacob’s cheeks. “Being my personal fag isn’t that bad, is it? You’re kinda hurting my feelings, dude…” To Brad’s surprise Jacob’s arms came up and wrapped around his back, as if Brad were the one who needed comfort, as if Jacob somehow blamed himself. “Yeah, that’s better, babe… I’m gonna give you everything you need, and you’re gonna give me everything I need. Win-win, babe…”
After a few minutes Brad pulled free. “I gotta go, dude… weren’t you meant to meet your boyfriend in class this afternoon?” While Brad dressed, Jacob lay silent on his side, back turned to the guy who had just taken his last virginity and left four loads of cum inside him. Brad’s voice cut the quiet. "Ditch him. Got it? I’m still trying to figure out how a straight jock like you sucks cock that damn well on his first try. When I get back, you’re going to prove to me it wasn't a fluke. I want to look down and see that pretty face wrapped around my balls again." He took one last look at Jacob’s hard, round ass, reached down to squeeze and admire it, then put his finger inside Jacob’s puffy hole feeling the discharge he had left there. “Still can’t believe I finally got in that ass…” Brad turned and walked out, leaving Jacob numb and staring at nothing.
* * *
Night fell with still no word from Gabe or Brad. Irritated by the sudden silence, Isa reached out to Kent—Brad’s fraternity ‘big’—hoping for actual answers.
“Yeah, babe, Brad got caught in a vice by the registrar over some transfer credits from Dallas,” Kent explained over the line. He knew exactly who Isa was, and he took his time with the delivery, thoroughly enjoying the rare chance to play the savior. “Had to haul ass back to Highland Park to sort it out before he loses his semester."
Isa absorbed the information, reading between the lines of Kent’s laid-back arrogance. She thanked him, ended the call, and tossed her phone onto the bed. The explanation made sense, but as the evening settled over campus, the unsettled residue of Room 302 lingered in the air, long after the day had quietly slipped away.
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