The minute man march

[Ziel]

Finally done with this fairly massive commissioned piece. I’ll be steadily posting it all here over the next few days. This one is quite a bit different than most of my other pieces. Not only is it pretty much entire M/F, but it’s also got a new kink to it too. This was definitely one of the most challenging pieces I have worked on, but I am extremely pleased with the end result.

Jared thinks of himself as a modern day Casanova. He’s got a killer bod, a handsome face, a cock to make a pornstar weep, and the skills in bed to make him a legend. With traits like that he doesn’t need to work a day in his life. He can just sleep his way to great grades and stable room and board... that is until a jilted ex comes up with a plan to strip him of all that.

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Jared was rudely awakened by the sound of thumping on his apartment door. He rolled over and looked at the clock beside the bed. The red, LED lights showed that it was already past two in the afternoon, but Jared had had a long night full of wine, women, and song – although not so much with the wine and song. His night had mostly been full of women, and the women had been full of him.

Jared’s groggy mind tried to process why his roommate hadn’t answered the damn door already. Amber was typically pretty punctual when it came to checking on visitors… except when she wasn’t home. Jared grumbled and pulled himself out of bed. Amber had classes this time of day which meant Jared had to handle things at the apartment for himself.

He groaned audibly and stretched as he trudged across the messy front room towards the door. Another round of pounding on the wooden door let Jared know that his guest was still waiting for him on the other side. Jared had hoped that whoever it was would have given up by now, but it appeared like that was not going to be the case today.

Jared pulled the door open, and as the entrance swung open the delivery guy’s jaw dropped. The dude was clad in his official FedEx blue uniform, and his eyes were glued to Jared’s fat, huge, uncut cock. Jared typically slept nude, and he had not bothered to so much as drape a blanket over himself when he went to get the door which gave the delivery guy quite the eyeful.

“Jesus. How big is that thing!?” The guy gasped in shock.

Jared flashed a smug smirk and replied, “Probably about eight n a half right now. I’m barely even chubbed up.”

“Goddamn… You must be a hit with the ladies.” The delivery guy muttered.

“You have no idea.” Jared replied and gave a soft, haughty chuckle. ‘Hit with the ladies’ was putting it lightly. He had a different girl for every night of the week. In fact hardly a day went by that he didn’t have three or four different sexual partners lined up to fit his mood. He had free pick of all the hottest babes on campus, and it wasn’t just due to the prodigious size of his humongous meat.

Jared was without a doubt one of the hottest guys on campus. Years of gymnastics had sculpted his body into a lean, lithe sex machine. Even the greatest artist of the Renaissance would have wept had they beheld his glorious muscles. Even the greatest sculptures of the Roman Pantheon paled in comparison to his body.

His boyishly handsome face was a stark contrast to his buff body. His sparkling blue eyes and sly grin drove the girls absolutely wild. His cute face, coupled with his wavy blond hair gave him a look a look that was both angelically sweet and deviously naughty that no girl could resist, but it was his reputation that really helped him get into the beds of countless women.

More than his gorgeous face, more than his killer bod, even more than his massive cock, what really earned him his reputation was his skill in bed. He knew how to make a woman feel amazing, and he had the stamina to ensure that she came time and time again. Most dudes were fine to take the plunge, do a few thrusts, shoot their load, and hit the road, but not him. He could go for hours if the need arose.

Jared’s eyes fell upon the box that the FedEx guy was holding, and he knew immediately that it was for him. The logo of pharmaceutical company that Jared liked to order his meds from was prominently displayed on the outside of the box. There was only one thing that could be contained therein, and Jared couldn’t wait to put it to use.

“Got a pen?” Jared asked.

“Oh. What? Oh, sure.” The delivery guy mumbled. He had been focused a little too much on this hot guy’s fantastic cock instead of on his actual job. He had almost completely forgotten about the package in his hands. After a moment of fumbling awkwardly for his pen, the delivery guy found it in his front shirt pocket, pulled it out, and handed it to Jared so the hot blond could finish filling out the forms.

“Great. Thanks.” Jared replied as he plucked the pen from the delivery guy’s hands. Jared hastily scrawled a rough approximation of his name next to the x and handed the forms back to the guy. The delivery dude barely even had a chance to mutter a quick “thank you” before Jared swiped the box and slammed the door in the dude’s face.

Jared practically skipped back to his bedroom with the parcel in hand. He couldn’t wait to get his next dosage into his system. Jared had had years of practice with the ladies to get his skill and stamina up to their current levels, but it was what was in the little brown box which was tucked under his arm that gave him the energy.

Jared was always looking to take the easy way out when one presented itself. As such he rarely ever showed up to gymnastics practice or even went to the gym all that often. He had made up for his negligence in training with an assortment of steroids which had given him a killer physique, but had taken their toll on his balls. As his muscles grew, he found it harder and harder to get his huge cock up at attention.

It was then that one of his gym buddies suggested he sign up for a trial of a new drug the campus pharmacy lab was cooking up. It was supposed to repair the damage done to his shriveled nuts and then some. The serum had worked wonders. His previously shrunken balls had swelled up in a matter of weeks, and now he had full, heavy nuts that were practically screaming to be emptied at all hours of the day, and best of all, the serum counteracted the trace elements of the other steroids he had been taking so he always ended up with a clean bill of health whenever an impromptu drug test would crop up.

Jared hastily tore into the package and pulled out the syringe that was stored within. He had done this enough that he didn’t even need to bother reading the instructions. He flicked the tip of the syringe to get the liquid flowing, poked it into his left nut and pressed the plunger just like a nursing professional. He then repeated the process on the right ball with just as much skill and precision. He winced a bit as the needle poked through his testes, but he was used to discomfort by now, and the pleasant warmth that spread through his nuts immediately after more than made up for the pain.

Jared’s cock had been chubbed up since he had awoken, and thanks to the serum that was now coursing through his body, his libido was kicking into high gear causing his cock to steadily stiffen and swell up. It felt even better than it normally did. He was half tempted to just bust out the lube and pound one out right then and there, but he knew he wouldn’t have to do that. He already had someone in mind who was more than willing to help him shoot his freshly enhanced load.

Jared’s phone chirped noisily from its perch atop his nightstand. He was not expecting any calls at this time of day and was a little curious about who could be calling him. He reached over and checked the screen. The number looked somehow familiar, but there was no name in his contacts list tied to it. This wasn’t that uncommon of an occurrence though. He would sometimes hook up with a girl and not care enough to save her number. He figured it was just another of those situations.

He was half tempted to just let it go to voice mail, but he didn’t have any other pressing matters to attend to, and if it turned out it was one of the hotter girls he had hooked up with then he wasn’t opposed to sneaking another round into his schedule for the day. He figured he might even be able to weasel a meal out of it if he timed it right.

Jared hit the answer button and lifted the phone to his ear. “Yyyyello.” He said as he casually stroked his boner with his free hand.

“Oh great! You actually picked up!” Came a strangely familiar, bubbly voice from the other end. Jared was sure he knew the voice, but he couldn’t quite put a name or face to the voice.

“Oh, hey. I didn’t expect to hear from you.” Jared replied casually.

“I should suspect not.” The woman replied cryptically.

Jared cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, but kept the conversation going cordially enough. He figured he could just hang up at any moment if the girl on the other line got to be too crazy. He had attracted more than his fair share of clingy or otherwise emotionally unstable broads in his days as a modern Casanova so he knew how to handle them.

 

[Ziel]

“So what’s up?” He asked suavely.

“Oh you know. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you and about all that time we spent together.” The woman on the other line gushed.

Jared smirked upon hearing this. This was definitely sounding like what he expected to hear. No woman could stay away after a night in the sack with him. No doubt whoever this mystery caller was had spent every hour of every day since their last fuck dreaming or being reamed by his fantastic cock once more.

“I bet you can’t wait to get another chance to go a round with me, huh?” Jared asked salaciously.

“Oh. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamed about it.” The woman replied giddily, but her voice suddenly took on a darker tone as she asked, “But I was more curious about if you got that package I sent for you.”

“Package? I’m the one who is supposed to be giving you a package, baby.” Jared replied saucily.

“Not this time, bucko.” The woman replied. Her tone was steadily becoming less bubbly and more sinister. Jared was taken aback. He was not used to women talking to him like this.

“What do you mean…?” He asked suspiciously.

“I made sure to ship my little present to you first class so I could track the progress of the shipment. I recently got a notification saying that it had been delivered, and judging from that awful scrawl you call a signature which I can see on the receipt, I can only assume you signed for it in person.” She explained darkly.

Jared was trying to think of what she could have sent him. The only thing he signed for recently was….

“Figured it out yet, sweetie?” She asked. The venom was practically dripping from her words.

“Oh, I know all about your doping habits.” She explained. “I had been helping you get your fix for months now. I bet you couldn’t wait to tear into that package. Knowing you you’ve already pumped that stuff straight into those dangly bits of yours.” The malice in her tone made Jared’s blood run cold.

“… who is this…?” Jared asked nervously.

“Hah. You would have already deleted my number, wouldn’t you? Well that makes this so much more fun, wouldn’t you say? Let’s just say that I’m an old friend, and I’ve put a little surprise in that latest dose, and I’m very much looking forward to see how it affects you.” The woman taunted.

Jared was about to make some sort of comeback, but the line went dead. He lowered his phone and stared silently at the blinking “Call Ended” screen. It was amazing how a call that lasted less than two minutes could screw up his day so badly.

Jared stared uncertainly at his cock. Had she just been bluffing? He didn’t feel anything particularly unusual. His dick was still rock hard despite her taunting so there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with his libido. If anything he felt even hornier than usual. His dick was so hard that it was actually leaking pre, and that hardly ever happened. Jared didn’t have time to really ponder the supposed effects of his spiked dosage because almost as soon as the call ended he heard Amber stomping through the front door.

“Gawd! Fuck Calc!” She cried in disgust. Jared knew that tone in her voice by now. She needed to let off some pent-up frustrations and in order to do so, she would be calling in some favors from Jared.

Amber and Jared had a bit of an arrangement going. On paper at least the two of them split the rent for the apartment 50/50, but in reality, Jared hadn’t paid a dime since he had moved in. It was the perfect setup. Jared got a free place to stay, and Amber got fucked into the mattress as many times as she could ask for. Jared was more than happy with this arrangement, and it didn’t hurt that Amber wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

Amber was quite cute by all accounts, and she could have even been hot had she bothered to take care of herself better. Her long, brown hair was always a little frizzled around the edges, and her thick rimmed glasses did her round face no favors. She had the curves in all the right places, but she also had a few in less ideal places too. If she bothered to use conditioner more often and started spending more time on the treadmill than at Starbucks she could be quite the knockout.

Jared didn’t even bother getting up from his seat at the foot of his bed. He knew his roommate well enough by now to know that she’d be making an appearance soon enough. Sure enough, within three minutes of her loud homecoming, she sauntered into Jared’s room clad in little more than a loose T-shirt and her lacy pajama bottoms, and even that seemed a little excessive. They both knew that those articles of clothing would be on the floor in a matter of seconds anyway.

“Ready to earn your rent, studmuffin?” Amber asked saucily. Jared internally rolled his eyes, but he managed to maintain a friendly grin on the outside. Aside from her less than stellar appearance, one of Amber’s biggest obstacles to finding a real boyfriend were her cheesy and silly attempts at flirtation. Amber didn’t even wait for a reply from Jared. Her eyes immediately fell upon Jared’s rigid, ten inches of solid cock.

“Oh, good. That saves some time.” She said and shot Jared a playful wink. Jared’s cock gave a lurch of approval which was as much a surprise to Jared himself as it was to his roommate. Jared didn’t even think Amber was all that attractive, but his dick felt ready to pop like a champagne bottle on New Year’s Eve from just a flirtatious wink.

 

[Ziel]

Jared’s casual smirk spread into an inviting grin. “I was just getting warmed up for you.” He replied pleasantly. He had no intention of turning her down for a quick fuck. He still didn’t have any reason to believe what the mystery caller had said, and a quick shag would be just what the doctor ordered to get him out of the funk he was feeling.

“Good because my next exam is in an hour, and we both know you can go for a lot longer than that when you’re really in the mood.” Amber replied. She was being saucy and salacious, but what she said wasn’t even an exaggeration. Jared’s stamina was inhuman. The steroids and his own self-discipline gave him the energy and ability to fuck for hours on end. There were times when he had shagged girls from dusk til dawn. Half the time his recent conquest couldn’t even get out of bed for a day or two afterwards. She could only lay there in a perpetual state of euphoric afterglow.

“Get out of those clothes then. I’ve got my own schedule to keep, you know.” Jared replied. There was no need for pleasantries at this point. They both knew what they wanted, and they were both ready to go through with it. In fact, this exchange had been one of the more cordial ones Jared had had with his roommate in ages. He was so horny and ready to fuck that even Amber sounded like a great lay.

Amber giddily pulled her shirt over her head and awkwardly hopped out of her pajama bottoms as she made her way towards Jared’s bed. Her big, heavy tits flopped out of her shirt and wobbled enticingly in front of Jared’s eyes. Amber’s rack was impressive. Her full double Ds could turn plenty of heads if she just dressed better, but her Velma Dinkley turtlenecks she liked to wear did her figure no favors.

Jared half wanted to reach out and give those huge jugs a playful squeeze, but he thought better of it. He tried to keep things with Amber more or less professional. The last thing he wanted to do was start forming actual feelings for her.

Amber flopped onto Jared’s bed and rolled over onto her back. “Come on and fuck me, big boy.” She said as she flashed him a coy wink. Jared did not need to be told twice. His dick was more than ready to take the plunge. He rolled over so that he was straddling her and lined his fat cock up with her sopping pussy. Jared smirked as he watched her clench her eyes shut in anticipation. They both knew that this was going to be an amazing fuck.

The second the tip of Jared’s cock made contact with the folds of her pussy he knew something was off. Amber was by no stretch of the imagination great in the sack. She just laid there and awkwardly writhed while Jared fucked her. She had none of the skill or intuition to know the proper timing roll with Jared’s thrusts, but this was the best his dick had ever felt and it wasn’t even fully in yet. Jared’s entire body shuddered from the intensity of the orgasmic pleasure that arced through his cock. He was glad that Amber’s eyes were shut because had she been watching she could have seen Jared’s own eyes begin to roll back into his head as the pleasure overtook his senses.

Jared tried to focus. It made no sense to him why it should feel this good. Even the best fucks he had ever had didn’t feel this amazing and he didn’t even have the head all the way in yet. Jared gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. He forced himself to overcome his own arousal and slowly slide his dick deeper into Amber’s tight pussy.

Amber began to writhe and moan in ecstasy as Jared’s fat cock slid into her. Her movement caused her pussy to grip Jared’s cock harder than before. The inner walls of her snatch felt like they were stroking and massaging his oversensitive member.

His dick lurched hard. Then he felt it. Jared grunted. His whole body went rigid. He felt like a black hole had just opened up in his stomach. A little bit of spunk oozed out of his cock. He hadn’t fully busted a nut, but he had come pretty damn close. He had managed to catch it at the last possible second, but it was like every muscle in his body was clamping down in an effort to hold back his spooge.

His whole body shuddered. Sweat poured off his brow. He had never had this much trouble holding back his wad before. His mind was racing with thoughts of the call from earlier. Had she done this to him? That crazy girl on the phone?

He shook the notion from his head. If he started thinking like that then that was admitting that she had won. He had no proof that there was anything out of the ordinary. As far as he could tell it was just nerves. It was the power of suggestion or some such bullshit. He had let her get into his head, and it was affecting his performance.

“Is everything alright?” Amber murmured groggily.

“Huh? Oh… yeah… I’m fine. Just trying a new technique.” Jared lied. Despite his borderline panicked state he managed to sound as smooth and suave as ever.

“I like the old technique better.” She mumbled.

Jared grimaced in disgust. This chick couldn’t even get a date, and she was giving him sex tips? He’s a sex god. He doesn’t need advice from frumpy nerds who dress like they just staggered in from the 70s, but as much as he was disgusted with her comment he was even more pissed off with himself. How could he let himself fuck up so bad that even Amber wasn’t satisfied? She was hardly picky. He had once fucked her into the mattress while on the phone with another chick and she had loved every second of it.

Jared was so pissed. He was pissed off with himself. He was pissed off with Amber. He was pissed off with that psycho bitch on the phone. He was all but snarling as he redirected that rage into the most intense, angry fucking he could muster. He let his disgust overpower his arousal as he reamed Amber’s pussy with all his might. The entire bed quaked with the force of his thrusts. Amber threw her head back and cried with each thrust.

Jared’s grimace slowly softened to a smirk. He was doing it. He was actually doing it! He still had it! He knew that sound in her voice. Her moans were getting steadily higher as she reached fever pitch. She was about to cum.

“C’mon! Does that feel good!?” He roared as he reamed her with all her might. Amber couldn’t respond with anything intelligible, but her point came across loud and clear. She tensed up like a board. Her eyes shot open and her mouth hung open for a brief second before she cried out with the loudest orgasmic moan she could muster. Jared could feel the rush of feminine juices washing across his dick and down his thighs. He had done it. He had brought her to climax. He sneered down at his recent conquest. He had done it despite what that psycho bitch had said.

His celebration didn’t last long though. The second he let his defenses down he felt a shudder wrack his very core. He stopped dead in his tracks halfway into a thrust. Panic took over his mind and body. He couldn’t stop it. His need to cream was just too great. He froze in place for what felt like an eternity while he waited for some indication from his body that it was safe to move, but with each passing second the pressure in the base of his cock grew and grew.

He knew he couldn’t stay where he was. It was all over. He had to get out of there now. Jared quickly pulled back. He had but a scant few inches to pull out, but he still wasn’t sure he could make it. He prayed to whatever god might be listening to give him the strength to pull out.

 

[Ziel]

The second the cool, air conditioned air made contact with the tip of his dick, Jared came harder than he had ever cum in his life. His cock lurched hard and huge, thick ropes of jizz erupted from his dick. Jared could do nothing but stare in awe at the sheer volume of his spunk. He was so amazed by the size it hardly even registered that he was soaking his sheets and Amber’s snatch in his seed.

Jared fired again and again, but his balls were not feeling any lighter. If anything they were feeling fuller and more pent up by the second. He fired a fifth shot and then a sixth, but no matter how many times he came the thickness of his wads didn’t seem to diminish. Much of Amber’s lower body was already drenched in jizz. Her dense patch of unkempt pubes were completely coated in spunk. Some of Jared’s shots launched so far that they even managed to nail her in her face and soak her boobs in spooge. Jared could only stare in silent, mortified awe as he Amber slowly sit up, the cum dripping from her bangs and oozing off her tits. She didn’t seem angry, merely shocked and a little confused.

“Wow. I know you said you were in a hurry…” She said.

“I think I might be coming down with something…” Jared murmured in reply. His cheeks were beet red with embarrassment. Sweat was pouring down his face. Her hair was so soaked with sweat that it clung to his scalp like a skullcap. His cock was still lurching and spewing, but the intensity and size of his shots were finally tapering off.

“No. No. It’s fine.” She replied in an effort to soothe her roommate. “It was great. It was short but it was so intense!”

Jared had to fight every instinct in his body to cringe in disgust. She was patronizing him. Amber who was hands down the worst girl in the sack Jared had the displeasure of laying on a regular basis was giving him an after bedding pep-talk. He hated that shit. The mere fact that she was still coherent enough to speak was testament to how badly he had done, and here she was trying to soothe his ego!?

“I’ve got to get cleaned up.” Jared said curly. He got up and hastily turned towards the restroom to go shower. Amber looked like she was about to say something, but thought better of it. She could tell that Jared was in no mood to be talking to anyone, and it was best that she just stay out of his way until it all blows over.

Jared stomped angrily around his room as he rummaged for some clean clothes to wear. His dick was still rock hard despite the fact that he had just gotten off. In fact he still felt so horny that his dick was dribbling pre. Even just the cool air blowing onto his boned dick was maddeningly orgasmic. If he was getting this turned on just from the air conditioning how would he manage wearing underwear?

Jared got the tightest, most uncomfortable pair of tighty-whities he owned and tucked them under his arm as he headed towards the restroom. He was just about to leave the room when he heard his phone start ringing. He instinctively picked it up and answered it.

“Hello.” He said flatly.

“Hello again, Jerry.” Came the voice of the psycho bitch from earlier.

“fuck off.” Jared grumbled into the receiver.

“That’s no way to talk to an old friend, Jerry.” The woman chided. “Especially since I was just calling to check up on you. I saw Amber come home not too long ago, and knowing her I bet you two have already gotten your freak on, am I right? Oh tell me I’m right. I so love it when I’m right.”

“fuck you.” Jared grumbled.

“So I AM right!” She replied giddily. “So tell me. Did you actually get it in or did you cum all over yourself at just the sight of a pussy.”

“I fucked her rotten! Is that what you want to hear!?” Jared roared into the receiver.

“… huh. Did you really?” The woman replied. She seemed to be mulling over Jared’s response as if trying to gauge whether or not he was telling the truth.

“Damn right I did. You shoulda heard her moaning. She kept on moaning right up until she came.” Jared gloated angrily.

“Hmm… that’s impressive, actually. Well, it’ll probably take a little while for the serum to fully take hold. I hope you enjoyed that vagina because it’s probably the last one you’ll get to experience.” The woman replied matter-of-factly.

“Fuck you.” Jared grumbled in reply.

“Good luck trying!” The woman replied. It was a short jab, but she barely managed to finish it before she bust out cackling like a cartoon witch.

Jared hung up and threw his phone across the room. “Fuckin’ bitch.” He grumbled as he stomped off to the shower. He was pissed off, but as much as he hated to admit it her words terrified him. It was hard enough just to plow into Amber, and she wasn’t even any good in the sack. What if his condition got worse? How was he going to keep up his lifestyle? He relied on sex for so much. The rent was just one of many things in life he got for free because of his sexual prowess. If he lost that what would happen to his apartment? What would happen to his scholarship? What would happen to his life?

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[sessacock]

Damn Ziel, looks awesome so far. Also I think you're REALLY good at this sorta soft humiliation too. You should work it into your main stories too.

 

[Ziel]

Damn Ziel, looks awesome so far. Also I think you're REALLY good at this sorta soft humiliation too. You should work it into your main stories too.

Humiliation is definitely one of those topics that is fun to write but in small doses. I get burnt out on it super fast because it is pretty mentally and emotionally taxing, and given how often it is something I am commissioned to write it I usually keep my personal projects a little more light hearted to balance it out. Still, I am not ruling it out if I think of a good scenario for one of my characters to get into where a solid dose of humiliation would be in order.

 

[Ziel]

Chapter 2:

Jared stomped off to the shower. His huge, thick, semi-boned cock bobbed and swayed with each step. Murky, white liquid oozed out the tip of his dick like water from a leaky spigot. The stuff seeping out of his dick wasn’t quite cum, but it definitely wasn’t pre. It was as if his nuts were so full that the excess spunk was leaking out his dick even though he wasn’t even boned. The murky half pre, half jizz mixture dribbled onto the carpet leaving a path behind him as he walked.

“Fucking bitch…” he muttered again as he slammed the door behind him. He needed to figure out how to reverse whatever she had done to him, and he had to do it soon. His Biology TA’s office hours had already started. If he didn’t get cleaned up and down there fast he’d miss his chance. He needed to get there before the final grades for the semester were submitted or he’d end up with a C in that class, and he couldn’t afford that.

Jared had taken the path of least resistance this past semester, but then again he did that every semester. He never needed to try in classes; as long as there was at least one boneable lady who could edit his grades, he knew he was set for that class. It didn’t take him long to single out Kimya. She was alright looking by most standards, but she had that uptight air about her that Jared could spot with ease. The girl hadn’t had a decent lay in months if not longer, and that’s where Jared came in.

He had waited until the end of the semester to approach her, but he knew his reputation had reached her ears long before then. Whenever they had to hand in papers in class Jared always took the time to tarry for just a moment in front of her before turning in his assignment. He had a habit of showing up to class in just a tight, form fitting t-shirt that really showcased his toned pecs and sculpted abs and a pair of loose, flannel pajama bottoms. He didn’t bother wearing anything underneath which made his massive, chubbed up cock and huge, low hanging balls clearly visible through the flannel. His pajama bottoms showcased his package perfectly. Even the ridges and contours of the veins on his cock and the folds of his foreskin showed through. It was painfully obvious to anyone who gave him even a cursory glance that he was packing a lot of meat in those pants.

It had become a bit of a ritual for him that he’d go down to the front of the class and specifically single her out when he turned in his papers. The first time he had dropped off his papers she had seemed shocked to see him standing there in front of her, but the smug smirk that was plastered on his face silently dared her to scope out his immaculate bod and his glorious cock. She had resisted and maintained her aura of calm professionalism well enough, but Jared could already see the cracks forming in her façade. Her eyes would begin to drift downward across the perfectly chiseled expanse of his abs. He smirked as he watched her gaze quickly shoot back upwards before they reached the real prize. It was all part of the game. He knew that as soon as she let herself gaze at his fantastic cock that he’d have her right where he wanted her.

The second time he had turned in a paper, he noticed her watching him as he sauntered up to her seat. Jared didn’t even try to hide his smug sneer this time. She was blatantly checking him out, and he was loving every second of it. Not only did he love the constant reaffirmation that he was undeniably, drop dead gorgeous, but it also meant that she had fallen for his trap hook, line, and sinker.

By the time the third paper was due she was watching him with an almost feral intensity as he made his way down the aisles to her seat. She didn’t seem to be able to sit still. She kept crossing one leg over the other then switching positions and doing the same thing on the other side. There was no doubt in Jared’s mind that she was horny as hell. He could practically smell the arousal on her. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be eating out of his hand, but he didn’t need her yet.

The ritual continued throughout the semester. Every week a new write-up was due, and with each passing assignment, Kimya’s arousal grew too. She was so desperate for a good fuck that she was practically begging Jared to take her right then and there. By the time the final week rolled around, Jared had abandoned all pretense of modesty. He sauntered up to her desk in a way that caused his huge cock to bob and sway extra noticeably behind the fabric of his pajama bottoms. By this point in the year they had become threadbare and worn. He had washed them almost daily to get them to this point. The fabric was nearly see-through. He had no doubt in his mind that had he been less hot, he would have been cited for indecency, but no one would ever demand that a hot, hung sex god like him cover up. No matter where they fell on the sexual spectrum, nobody could deny his good looks. Those that didn’t want to be fucked by him wanted to be him, and several people wanted to be both at once.

“I’ve noticed you checking me out.” Jared said suavely as he handed in the final paper of the semester. Kimya sat up anxiously in her seat, but made no effort to deny it. Her cheeks burned bright red which was impressive given her naturally dark complexion.

“I’m sorry, what?” She sputtered nervously.

“Oh, it’s fine. I wanted you to look.” Jared cooed seductively. Kimya tried to maintain her composure, but she was fidgeting even more in her seat than ever before, and her left hand was drifting down towards her skirt. Jared half expected herself to starting fingering her hungry cunt right then and there. Jared’s smug smirk returned in full force as he watched the effects he was having on her. This was going to be easier than he thought.

“Well, I really should take my seat now, but I hope you look over the paper I did. I think you’ll really like what I had to say.” Jared added casually. He seemed so smooth and relaxed, but there was just a hint of deviancy to his voice. It was like some sort of subliminal code that only Kimya could hear. The second Jared turned and swaggered off to his seat she flipped the paper over and looked at what he had written.

She gasped at what she saw. He hadn’t even done the report at all! All the paper had written on it was, “I need an A, and you need a fuck. I’d say we could help each other out.”

Jared watched her reaction from across the room. Her hands were shaking like leaves as she slipped the paper into her bag. There was no doubt in his mind that she was going to take him up on his offer. All he had to do now was wait.

Jared hung around as the rest of the students filtered out of the class. The class was already over half empty by the time Kimya finally stood up and awkwardly staggered over to where he was seated. Her gait was so clumsy that one would think she had never worn a pair of heels before in her life, but Jared knew the truth. He had no doubt in his mind that her heart was pounding in her chest. He could actually see her trembling with anticipation. He could all but hear her whimper as her thighs squeezed her engorged pussy with each and every short step she took.

 

[Ziel]

“A-About earlier…” She stammered. She took a moment to take a deep breath and try to focus on what needed to be said and then continued, “If… If you feel like you have been graded unfairly, I would be willing to discuss this privately during my office hours…”

Jared smiled politely back at her, but there was a devious glint in his eyes. This was exactly what he needed to hear. Just like so many other classes before, he was going to get that A without even breaking a sweat… well, he might still break a sweat depending on how long he felt like reaming her, but Kimya seemed so sexually repressed that he was sure she’d only need to ride his dick for five minutes before she would be ready to rewrite the grades on every assignment he had turned in all semester.

“I agree.” He replied politely. His tone then took on a much more sultry tone as he added, “This is definitely something best handled… in private.”

Jared could hardly believe the difference between who he was back then and who he was today. It was his turn to stagger awkwardly due to his own arousal. The rush of hormones was maddening. The pressure in his balls was infuriating. This had to be the worst case of blue balls in recorded history. He didn’t know how those losers who couldn’t get a good lay went through life like this.

He turned the handle on the shower and let the cold water wash over him. The sudden change in temperature caused his heart to skip a beat and his breath to catch in his throat, but it didn’t have the desired effect on his cock. He was still rock hard and oozing pre.

Jared quickly lathered up and began to scrub the sweat and sex off of his skin. He needed to at least attempt to be presentable for the TA session, but he had another reason for taking a shower. As he scrubbed the soap into his dense, well-defined muscles, his hands steadily drifted downwards. His anticipation and disgust grew as his hands steadily made their way towards his huge, rigid cock. He knew he needed to do something to get ahead of his own arousal, but the thought of beating off in the shower pissed him off. This was something pencil necked geeks and morbidly obese dorks did. He was a stud. He could get a fuck any time he wanted it. He couldn’t believe he had been reduced to this.

He moaned as he wrapped his hand around his huge cock. It felt so good, but at the same time he was filled with disgust. He gritted his teeth and began to steadily pump the shaft. With each swipe of his hand another heavy rope of spunk oozed out of his dick. He was cumming, but he didn’t get any of the typical satisfaction of a good climax. He didn’t get the euphoric rush as the dam broke. He didn’t even get the fantastic jolt of sexual pleasure that came with cum launching out of his cock. There was just so much cum in his nuts that it was bubbling to the top whether he was ready for it or not.

He kept pounding away. His pace increased and his grip grew tighter as his frustration reached new extremes. Despite how violently he was handling his cock it still felt fantastic which just pissed him off even more. He wanted to try and get ahead of his nuts’ supercharged output, but he barely felt like he was draining his balls at all despite the growing puddle of spunk pooling at his feet. Even these drooling, seeping ropes of spooge were so thick and heavy that the drain could not handle them. There was no telling how messy an honest to god cumshot would be.

He found himself actually hoping that his rough pounding would damage his dick. He knew that people who jacked off too much soon found their cocks to be numb and unresponsive. The serum he had received was originally devised to help people like that – poor, sex-starved saps whose constant aggressive solo-play had trashed their willies and left them unusable. Now he was hoping to do just that to counteract this super-serum that psycho bitch had slipped him.

He couldn’t tell how long he had been at it. No matter how much he stroked, no matter how could the water got, no matter how raw his dick got, the steady pumps still felt positively orgasmic and pent-up cum spewed forth from his painfully blue balls.

After what felt like hours he finally began to feel like he had taken the edge off of his arousal. Although given the length and temperature of the shower he might just have given himself hypothermia instead. Whatever the case may be, his huge cock had finally settled down to a slightly sensitive chubby. He figured that’d have to do.

Jared quickly threw on some clothes and dashed across campus to Kimya’s office. He would occasionally check his phone as he went to make sure he still had time. He was cutting it close, but he doubted it’d be too difficult for him to get there on time.

As he ran, his huge, thick, chubbed up dick bobbed and flopped enticingly in his sweatpants. He hadn’t bothered with any underwear so the imprint of his fat cock was readily visible to anyone, and several people stopped to stare at the impressive piece as it luridly flopped about. Those who could tear their eyes away from the fantastic dick were greeted with the sight of the hottest guy on campus. Jared’s sweat pants and tight t-shirt really showcased his shapely buns and his toned, muscular torso. His thick pecs strained against the front of his shirts letting everyone see just how buff and shredded he really was.

Normally Jared would love all the attention he was getting, but all the lascivious glances he was getting today were getting him hot under the collar. Usually they did nothing for him other than fill him with a smug sense of superiority, but today his hormones were so supercharged that with every sly glance or lurid gaze that fell his way he could feel his arousal grow. His face felt hot in a way that he had never felt before. At first he thought he was coming down with a flu after that arctic shower he had given himself, but he steadily began to realize that he was blushing. Him. The suavest, smuggest, sexy son-of-a-bitch on campus was blushing like a schoolgirl from all the lusty gazes he was getting.

He gritted his teeth and jogged faster. He hated feeling like this. He was the one who was supposed to make everyone else weak in the knees, not the other way around. He was supposed to turn girls and guys alike to jelly as he passed, but now he felt like his legs could give out from under him from the sheer intensity of his arousal.

He could feel the wetness growing in the front of his sweatpants. He wasn’t even flying at half-mast yet and he was leaking like a faucet. If he didn’t get this quick fuck over with soon he would find himself in the same boat he had been in with Amber.

He turned the corner and bolted into the science building. He just had to ascend three flights of stairs and he’d be at his destination. He could have ridden the elevator up, but he couldn’t help but think of what would happen if he was caught in such a cramped space with so many people rubbing up against him. The thought filled him with dread and disgust, but his dick gave a happy lurch. Just thinking about all those bodies bumping and grinding against him made him want to cream his jeans.

Jared’s phone rang as he began to trot up the stairs. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it without even stopping to think about who it could be. The voice on the other end immediately made him regret it.

“Hello, Jerry.” The mysterious cunt on the other line said. The mocking tone in her voice filled him with even more dread and anger.

“What do you want?” Jared replied flatly.

 

[Ziel]

“Oh. I was just checking in on you is all. I know that this is always a busy time for you. It must be so hard having to fuck every professor and TA on campus during the last week of classes in order to get by.” She replied. Her voice was dripping with mocking, feigned sympathy.

Jared didn’t immediately respond. Whoever this was obviously knew a lot about his habits which meant she was someone he probably knew personally. He now doubted she was one of his many one night stands, but he still just couldn’t place the voice.

“What’s the matter, Jerry? Cat got your tongue?” She teased.

“My tongue works just fine. I just don’t have a reason to talk to you.” Jared replied.

“And yet you’re still on the line. Why is that? Are you trying to figure out who I am? If you still can’t figure it out, you’re more of a prick than I thought, Jerry.” She spat venomously.

“If you were any good in the sack maybe I’d actually remember you.” Jared shot back.

“Oh. I see how it is. It all comes down to sex, does it? Well then, I doubt anyone’s gonna remember your name after today.” She fired back angrily, but then there was a tense pause. Jared could practically hear the gears turning in her head. He could practically hear her lips curling into a sinister smirk.

“We both know that’s not true…” She corrected darkly. She chuckled menacingly and then in a hoarse, sultry voice that was barely above a whisper she said, “Ladies always tell each other about the worst fucks they’ve ever had. Your name will be known schoolwide. The most pathetic fuck around. Bet you won’t even get your dick out before you cream all over your poor TA.”

Jared could hear her cackling madly, and then the line went dead. He glanced down at his phone to see the “call ended” sign blinking at him. He knew he could call back easily enough, but what would be the point. That would just be showing weakness. He needed to let her know that he wasn’t going to be intimidated. He could beat this. He had to.

He exited the stairwell and strode towards the TA’s offices. His dick was still oozing that heavy, gooey mixture of pre and spooge as he went. The large, wet splotch on the front of his navy, blue sweats was starting to turn whiter by the second. People that passed him looked at him with a mixture of concern, confusion, and lusty awe. He doubted any of them realized what they were seeing. They could all see the outline of his massive cock as the damp fabric clung to it, but how many of them really knew what that white liquid coating his crotch actually was?

Jared slowed his pace as he passed the restrooms. He checked his phone. He had fifteen minutes before office hours ended. Did he dare duck into a stall and pound one out? He hated the thought of it. His shower had taken almost an hour and he had only just barely gotten ahead of cum production, and even had he had more time, he still didn’t like the idea of beating his meat in a bathroom stall like some fatass faggot.

He knew his best shot at pulling this off was to go in as suave as possible and get it over with. He rounded the corner and strode right into the TA’s office as if he owned the place. He found Kimya seated at her desk. It was obvious that she had been waiting for him.

Kimya slowly spun around in her desk chair like a host on The Voice. Jared’s breath caught in his throat and his dick gave a lurch of approval at what he saw. Her low-cut blouse was barely even hanging onto her shoulder. The open front gave him unimpeded sight of her perky tits. He had not expected her to have such nice jugs. They weren’t the biggest he had ever seen, but they were certainly shapely, and the way her blouse had fallen off one of her shoulders caused one of her nipples to peek out over the plunging neckline of her shirt.

Kimya uncrossed her legs which sent another shudder of arousal through Jared’s body. He hated how his body was reacting. He felt like Glenn fucking Quagmire, but he couldn’t deny that he liked what he saw. Kimya’s short skirt has ridden up on her while she was sitting in her chair. The bottom hem of the tiny little strip of fabric now no longer reached low enough to cover her crotch. She had come prepared to be fucked senseless. She hadn’t even bothered to put panties on which left her freshly shaven pussy openly on display for Jared’s viewing pleasure.

Jared fidgeted in place. He squeezed his thighs together in hopes of tamping down on his dick to keep it from spewing on him, but he could already feel the warm jizz oozing down the insides of his thighs. He was as disgusted with himself as he was turned on by the TA.

“So? Are you ready to earn your A?” she asked seductively.

Jared managed a faltering, flirtatious smirk and replied, “Only if you’re ready to be given the best fuck of your life.” His made a good attempt at sounding like his smug, cocksure self, but his voice cracked slightly at the end.

“Only if you’re ready to give it to me.” Kimya replied. Her voice didn’t crack. She sounded dead-set on getting plowed. Her eyes were glued to the outline of Jared’s rock hard boner. She licked her lips like a cougar about to pounce on its next meal.

Jared knew it was do or die time. He couldn’t reschedule this. He couldn’t talk her down from it, and the longer he waited the closer he came to busting his nut in his sweatpants. He needed to nut up and shut up.

Jared merely flashed Kimya his best, smug smirk and slowly pulled off his t-shirt revealing his lean, lithe physique and his shredded abs that were hidden beneath. Kimya moaned approvingly as he slid her fingers down to her cooch. She licked her lips and stroked her engorged pussy as she stared intently at Jared’s hot bod.

 

[Ziel]

Jared held his breath and focused every ounce of willpower he had on holding back the building pressure in his nuts as he slowly slid down his sweatpants. He shuddered in ecstasy as the puffy head of his cock got caught up the waistband of his pants. Once his sweatpants were low enough, his massive boner sproinged upwards like a diving board in use. Kimya’s eyes went wide as she beheld Jared’s impressive meat firsthand. It was larger than she had dared dream, and the balls that dangled below it were so huge and full that she could practically feel the erotic heat emanating from them.

Jared glanced down at his cock. It glistened with pre, but for the time being at least his dick was not dribbling. Jared wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he was nowhere near done. He still had to ream this chick until she was satisfied. Then, and only then could he let his guard down.

“Come on and fuck me, big boy.” Kimya growled seductively. She slid her fingers down along the dripping lips of her engorged pussy and pulled the veil aside to give Jared a clean view of her eager cunt. Jared’s breath was becoming ragged. His whole body shuddered with anticipation. His dick was chomping at the bit to unload, but he held back as best he could. He did his best to mask the effects she was having on him. He put on the smuggest smirk he could muster as he kicked aside his sweatpants and slowly aimed his dick at her eager cooch.

He gave her one last suave, smug wink before he took the plunge. He abandoned all pretense of being gentle. He went straight for the kill. His only hope was to get her off before he himself gave out. Kimya gasped in shock as his cock slid straight into her. She felt his huge, full nuts slap against her. The whole thing was inside her. It felt fantastic, but something was wrong.

Jared managed a soft, meek whimper. His eyes went wide in shock and his mouth contorted into an awkward O shape. His whole body shuddered. He couldn’t do it. He didn’t even have the strength to pull out. He stared into Kimya’s eyes. He could see the look of lust slowly give way into a look of shock, disgust, and terror as she realized what was happening.

Thick, hot, heavy spurts of jizz erupted from his cock. Massive wads of potent spunk were flooding into her hungry cunt, and Jared couldn’t do anything but stare pleadingly into Kimya’s eyes as he came and came again. Finally the orgasmic pleasure wracking his body overpowered his terrified petrification.

He staggered backwards. He flopped against the doorframe, moaning and writhing in ecstasy as his cock lurched and cum spewed forth. The thick hail of jizz splattered across his body, the floor, and even splattered against Kimya’s legs. Jared looked up and could see Kimya’s wrecked pussy. Cum was spewing out of it almost as fast as it was erupting from his cock. It was the single messiest creampie he had ever seen before.

Slowly the shock of what had happened faded, and Kimya’s rage began to take over. She jumped to her feet and flung the door open. She then grabbed Jared with both hands and shoved him straight into the hallway while screaming, “Out! Get! Out!”

Jared was too stunned to do anything. He watched in muted, orgasm-addled shock as the door slammed shut in his face. He was left bare-assed naked in the middle of the hallway. Cum still spurted freely from his fully boned cock. His whole body still trembled from the intensity of his climax, but despite how great his orgasm felt the shame was crushing him. Students and faculty poured out of nearby offices and stared in shock at what they saw. The school’s hottest stud was standing completely nude in the hallway. His massive cock standing fully erect openly on display as heavy ropes of jizz arced through the air and crashed down at his feet. Jared didn’t even try to cover himself. He merely stood there with his jaw hanging open. His facial expression was a bizarre mix of mind-blowing ecstasy and soul-crushing mortification.


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[Ziel]

Chapter 3:

Jared was only standing there for a moment before Kimya returned and threw his discarded clothes in his face, but it felt like an eternity. He had never felt so disgusted in his life. There was this gross sensation that was permeating his very core. It was as if his very existence made him want to vomit. Everywhere he looked there were people staring at him, but it wasn’t the way he liked them to. Their expressions ranged from amused to disgusted to horrified to smug. All the stares made him want to curl up and die.

It took him a while to realize that what he was feeling was humiliation. It had been years since he had felt anything like this. He was the guy that everyone wanted or wanted to be. He was an idol. He was a rock star in his own right. This shouldn’t be happening.

Jared gathered up his clothes and clutched them to his crotch to hide his still-drooling cock. As he scampered off to the restroom he could hear the jeers and whoops. He could hear ladies whistling appreciatively at his buff, toned physique and his impeccable ass. He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed before. Normally he liked it when ladies looked at him and appreciated his fantastic body, but today he just felt scared and skittish.

Jared’s stomach lurched as he felt his bare feet make contact with the cold, damp tile. He hated public restrooms with a fiery passion. They were so dingy and dirty, and now he had his bare flesh pressed up against the mold and mildew.

He quickly ducked into an open stall and surveyed the damage. His clothes were drenched clean through. Every fiber, every stitch of his shirt and jeans was soaked in cum and pre. He was disgusted but he knew he had no choice. He had no one he could call on to bail him out and he had no other clothes available to him. He had other more important things to attend to first though.

Jared wrapped his hands around his still boned cock and began to stroke. He gritted his teeth as he pumped the overstimulated shaft. He could feel the loathing building inside of him as he watched heavy ropes of jizz splash down into the dingy porcelain bowl. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this – beating off into a public toilet like some sexually repressed, basement dwelling fatass. Only guys who couldn’t get a date did shit like this.

He was so wrapped up in draining the heavy backlog of spunk from his nuts that he almost missed the obnoxiously chipper chirping of his phone. By the time he realized it, the 8bit remix of a forgettable pop tune was nearly complete. Jared fumbled quickly through his pockets. His hands were soaked in cum, but that hardly mattered. He quickly tapped the screen to answer the call and uttered a hurried, “what do you want?” into the receiver. He was not at all surprised to hear the mysterious caller laughing on the other end.

“My, you HAVE been busy, haven’t you, Jerry.” She cackled.

“What do you want, you psychotic bitch.” Jared moaned into the receiver as he stroked out another rope of cum.

 

[Ziel]

“Oh, I was just calling to tell you that I enjoyed the show you put on. It pays to have friends in the academic department. My friend Farah – You know Farah, don’t you? Brown hair, glasses. TAs for Mr. Kerrigan’s Socioeconomics class? Well, she’s certainly glad she corrected your grade last week!” The caller had to stop her explanation there because she began cackling so hard she could hardly breathe.

“Oh, god. She’s sending me the video! Look at you! Oh god! You look so stupid. Just staring at the door like whaaaa?” The caller said between mocking cackles.

“Fuck you, cunt.” Jared growled.

“I don’t think you’ll be doing any of that. You’ll cream yourself at the mere sight of my snatch.” The caller sassed back.

“Fuck you. Haven’t you done enough?” Jared growled into the receiver.

“Hmm… Nah. As fun as this is, you still haven’t learned anything yet. Maybe I could be persuaded to give you the antidote, but I want to be sure you deserve it first.” The caller replied nonchalantly.

“There’s an antidote?” Jared sputtered.

“Oh, yes. Of course. I’m not a complete sadist.” The caller replied snarkily.

“How do I get it!? I need it. Give it to me!” Jared shouted into the phone.

“Well. I could be persuaded to give it to you…” The caller replied cryptically.

“What do you want?” Jared asked.

“It’s not that simple. I don’t think you’re ready for what I have to say. How about this? Consider it your homework. It’ll be a good practice for you seeing as you’ve never had to do homework before, and I guarantee you you’re gonna have to be doing a lot of it going forward.” The caller mused out loud.

“I don’t get it.” Jared replied.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? You can’t sleep your way out of this one, Jerry boy. You’re gonna have to learn to do your own work from here on out.” The caller said with a twisted chuckle. The tone of her voice sent shivers down Jared’s spine.

“Stop bullshitting me. I don’t have time for your riddles and games. If you’ve got something to say just fuckin say it already.” Jared growled into the receiver.

“Fine. Take all the fun out of it.” The caller replied in a tone of feigned exasperation. “I’ll level with you. The antidote isn’t a cure. It just stops the effects of the serum coursing through your veins. You won’t get any worse, but don’t think you’ll be getting any better either.”

Jared was too stunned to reply at first. She was offering him an antidote but it didn’t do shit? What good was it then?

“God. I can hear those gears turning from here. Do you really need me to hold your hand for the whole thing? I guess you never could do anything for yourself that didn’t involve fucking your way out of trouble.” She mocked.

“You’ve probably noticed that things have been getting… worse for you. Believe it or not some other guys would pay to be in your position. Such unrivaled sensitivity and libido. You can feel levels of pleasure average guys could never dream of. You can cum like a fire hose and not feel spent.” The caller explained. She was practically moaning the words orgasmically into the phone. She was explaining Jared’s condition as if it was a godsend, but Jared knew better. This was a curse.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit.” Jared growled.

“Of course you don’t. You’ve got to be at the gym in less than an hour.” She replied casually.

Jared’s eyes went wide as he remembered the tournament tonight. He had to compete. There was no other option. He had skipped so many tournaments and practices already that he risked being kicked off the team. It had taken every bit of schmoozing and bedding in his repertoire to get the coach and the dean to give him another chance. He was skating on thin ice as it was. If he messed this up he was off the team for sure.

“Shit…” Jared grumbled under his breath.

“Shit indeed.” The caller replied. The menacing chuckle she let out chilled Jared to the bone. Her voice took on a dark and sinister tone as she continued her explanation. “And it gets worse. The serum will stop your condition from deteriorating. Hell, you may even show some improvement if you get it soon enough, but you’re on a tight deadline. If the serum has had enough time to fully absorb into your system no amount of antidote will stop it.”

“How long do I have…” Jared asked. He tried to sound calm and collected, but his voice faltered in spite of his best efforts.

“Who knows. Best estimate I could give you is twenty hours. Basically you’ve got to get it tonight if you’re going to get it at all.” She explained menacingly.

Jared felt another shiver run up his spine. He had to get that antidote tonight. He just had to! “Tell me what I have to do.” He pleaded.

“I’ll see you at the tournament. We can discuss this more there.” The caller replied flatly.

Jared was about to ask for more information, but the caller hung up on him. He immediately dialed back, but he was not at all surprised to find that his calls were being blocked. Whoever was calling him only wanted to speak on her terms. He growled angrily and punched the side of the dingy restroom stall that he had been standing in. A jolt of pain shot through his knuckles. The flimsy partition wobbled and threatened to shake clean off its hinges from the impact.

“Fuck!” Jared roared. He stared back at his phone and tried to wrap his head around the phone number listed in his recent calls list. He knew he recognized it, but he didn’t know why. It just felt like a number he should know. It was as if he had seen it so many times before in the past that he memorized it on some subconscious level. He tried to search his memory banks. He tried to block out the recent events and focus on what he used to feel when he saw that number. The emotions were a jumble. Mostly he just felt amusement.

His thoughts weren’t making any sense to him. He got the impression that whoever was calling him used to be someone he was on good terms with, but that was the extent of his recollections. He gave up on trying to force it. It sounded like he would be seeing her in person soon enough. In the meantime he had to redouble his efforts to get ready for the tournament.

Jared quickly pulled on his clothes and dashed across campus back to his apartment. His clothes were crusty with jizz, but he had nothing better to wear. Everywhere he went people stared at him, but it wasn’t the typical looks of lust and admiration that he usually got. He looked disgusting and he felt even worse. He had no doubt that he smelled even worse than he looked. He could smell the stench of stale spunk wafting off of him. He reeked like some randy teenage boy’s private wank sock.

 

[Ziel]

Jared hurriedly showered off and jumped into his singlet and threw on some loose clothes over top of it. He was running so late that he wouldn’t have time to change into his uniform once he got there so he had to slip it on under his clothes. He made a quick catalogue of his stuff and made sure he had everything he needed for the tournament and then hauled ass back to the gym where they were holding the events. He got there, got signed in, and made his way to the locker rooms just before the event were about to start. He was gasping for breath as he took his seat on the bench beside the rest of his team.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jared! What the fuck is wrong with you?” The coach roared at him as he sidled up beside one of his teammates. Jared was too confused to respond at first. He merely sat there and stared incredulously at the coach.

“Hey. At least he’s ‘excited’ to be here for once.” One of his teammates mockingly replied. The rest of the team busted out laughing at this.

Jared silently seethed as his team shared a laugh at his expense. The last time he was here everyone stared at him in silent admiration. He was supposed to be a god to these guys. What had happened since then?

Jared knew the answer. They had no doubt heard about his botched attempt to screw his way to a higher GPA. They had no doubt heard how he had to run fleeing from the TA’s office with his clothes clutched over his still spewing cock.

As Jared continued to seethe he slowly became aware of something else. It wasn’t just the rumors that had them laughing. He was giving them good, hard evidence to back the stories up. Jared looked down and noticed that his cock was rock hard. The constant sensation of the stretchy fabric of his skin-tight singlet rubbing against his junk had gotten him fully boned. His dick was oozing pre. The clear, slimy liquid was seeping through his white singlet causing the fabric to turn sheer and stick to his huge dick. His dick was so visible that may as well have not been wearing anything at all.

“Clean that shit up, Jared. You’ve got fifteen minutes before your set, and I’m not gonna have you giving everyone in the tri-state area a free shot of your dick.” The coach barked.

Jared wasn’t about to argue. He didn’t want to do that either. He quickly got up from his seat and dashed back into the locker rooms and quickly began to wipe down his crotch with paper towels, but he wasn’t making any headway. If anything the constant rubbing just made him leak faster. He was getting closer to cumming with each stroke.

“Shit. This isn’t working.” Jared grumbled. He needed to find something else, something to make him stop cumming. If he could just make it so it didn’t feel so good…

Then the answer to his prayers hit him. He wasted no time and staggered into the nearby supply room. He had been here enough to know that they kept first aid supplies on hand for whenever an athlete was injured. He just hoped they had what he needed.

He pulled box after box off the shelf and arbitrarily threw them over his shoulder. None of the generic stuff would work for him. He needed something serious. His eyes fell upon a white box with a prescription label on the side. A smile crept across his face. This was the stuff.

He quickly peeled off his single. He hastily pulled on some latex gloves and pulled the ointment jar out of the box. He scooped up a large, oozing clump of the light blue goop and began to rub it into his junk. It felt like his dick was being frozen to the core, but he kept rubbing it in. Thick, heavy gobs of cum oozed out of his cock and splatted on the floor, but the more of the stuff he rubbed into his cock the less he could feel his own stroking. The flow of cum steadily tapered off until stopping altogether.

Jared smirked victoriously as he continued to rub the gel into his dick and balls. He could see his hands rubbing across his huge cock. He could see his ringers kneading the stuff into his full nuts, but he couldn’t feel a damn thing. His dick was completely numb.

Jared checked the clock. He had less than five minutes to get out there and get in position. He hastily wiped off as much residual pre from his singlet as he could and hauled ass onto the field. There was still a splotch across his groin, but it was hardly noticeable at a distance.

Jared charged onto the stadium floor just in time to hear his name blaring over the loud speakers. He didn’t even bother going back to his seat. He changed his course and headed straight over to the still rings, his signature event.

Jared could hear the audience cheering him on. The steady chant of “Jar-red! Jar-red! Jar-red” filled him with renewed confidence. His dick didn’t feel like it was going to go off like a champagne bottle and the audience adored him. Everything was right in the world. He felt like his old self again, but as he got steadily closer to the rings another voice began to cut through the din.

“Jer-Rie! Jer-Rie! Jer-Rie!” The mystery woman called.

Jared’s blood ran cold. He only knew of one person who called him that. He nervously scanned the audience. He tried desperately to find the source, but he was surrounded on all sides by bleacher and the sounds were echoing this way and that. He didn’t even know what the woman he was looking for looked like.

He tried to tune out the chants and focus on his routine. He knew that if he could just get into the zone he wouldn’t have to worry about her or anyone else. Jared chalked up his hands pulled himself up onto the rings. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on clearing his mind of anything but the task at hand, but it was proving harder than he had anticipated. He may have numbed his dick, but he did not at all diminish his supercharged libido. He could still hear the voices chanting in his head.

His eyes darted around the audience. Everywhere he looked he saw more and more women bouncing in their seats and cheering him on. Normally he would love all this attention. All the cheering, all the hot girls jumping up and down, all the big tits jiggling left and right as they cheered him on would have spurred him on to perform better than ever before, but today it was just distracting. He couldn’t focus on anything but the hot girls all around him.

Jared slowly began his routine. He could feel his muscles faltering as he shifted his weight. His arousal was so powerful that it was making him weak. His whole body shuddered. He couldn’t focus. He needed something to dull his arousal.

He began canvassing the crowd again, this time in search of someone who wouldn’t cause him to bone up. His gaze intentionally sought out all the girls that he would normally not give a second glance. His eyes went up and down the aisle. He saw a geeky brunette with huge coke-bottle glasses, but her visage didn’t dull his arousal. He spotted a gangly red-head, but even she wasn’t homely enough to take the edge off. One after another his eyes darted from mousey geek to chubby heifer until he locked eyes with her.

Jared’s eyes went wide in shock. Suddenly he knew where he knew the voice. He just hadn’t made the connection because she was quite possibly the last person he’d ever expect to turn on him.

“Heather…?” he silently mouthed the name. She nodded silently in reply, a devilish grin plastered across her lips.

This was not the same girl he had dated – Jared knew that right away. Her demeanor was different. Her composure was different. Even her dress was different. The Heather he knew was a quiet, awkward girl who spent most of her time wearing lab coats and hunched over a microscope. The woman he saw now looked more at home shaking her ass on the hood of a car than she did in a chem lab. Her full figure was crammed into a skin tight set of black leotard and equally tight black bra which was plainly visible through her open blouse.

Jared had never once thought Heather was hot. She was the kinda girl he would bang with the lights off. She wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but she was by no means sexy. If anything she was completely forgettable. The only reason he kept her around as long as he did was because her wallet was even thicker than those chubby thighs.

 

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There was no doubt in Jared’s mind. She knew he was checking her out. It may have been the lust in his eyes that gave him away, but whatever it was, she was more than happy to oblige his hungry gaze. Heather leaned forward and puffed up her chest to give Jared an eyeful of her full cleavage. Her ample bosoms were barely being held back by her undersized bra. Jared couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He could see the devious sneer curl across her lips. He could see the mocking gaze in her eyes. There was no doubt in Jared’s mind that she was taking some sadistic glee in this. The guy who couldn’t even kiss her with the lights on was now a shuddering, trembling, hormonal mess at the mere sight of her massive rack.

Jared could hear the coach screaming at him, but he couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. The belligerent old asshole seemed like he was miles away. Jared tried to wrench control of his senses away from his hormones and focus on anything else, but he just couldn’t do it. He felt a warm wetness spread across his abdomen. Suddenly her gaze made sense.

He was so fixated on her tits that he had forgotten about his numbed up cock. Just because he couldn’t feel the blood rushing to his dick or the fabric rubbing against the shaft he had thought that he was safe, but he now knew the truth. Pre was soaking through his uniform all over again. The fabric was so soaked that it had become completely transparent. His huge, shuddering, fully boned cock was revealed for the audience.

Jared’s body shuddered again. He felt his grip falter. The ring slipped from his grasp. He made one last ditch effort to regain his composure, but he missed his mark. The next thing he knew he was laying flat on his back in the middle of the arena. The impact had knocked the wind out of his lungs, but hadn’t taken the wind out of the sails of his rampaging hormones. He writhed and shuddered under the spotlights. His cock lurched hard as huge thick gushes of spunk oozed through the fabric of his singlet.

He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Not only was his gymnastics career ruined, but his reputation would be forever devastated. There was no way anyone could ever take him seriously as a ladies’ man again. He wanted to scream. He wanted to puke, but all he could do was writhe on the ground while moaning and cumming. The shouts and jeers echoed all around him. He couldn’t make out any of the words, but he could tell from the tone that they were all laughing at him. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to hide away from the world and just be left along, but he couldn’t drown out the taunts and jeers of the audience. All the while a single, high pitched cackle reverberated over the din of the crowd.

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