Frat Boy in Trouble - Return of the Skater Bros

JT occasionally joined you on your fitness runs. You liked to run several miles daily, but JT was new to that kind of distance, so you ran through the park and JT sat out every so many loops. Because of the threat of rain, the park was mostly empty today.

You and JT hadn't hung out much since the spanking session. You weren't avoiding each other; you'd just been busy. Today, you freed up your schedule and planned on having some fun back at JT's after your run. That changed when it started to rain. You and JT were in the middle of the park when the rain started coming down in buckets. You and JT took shelter under one of the picnic pavilions.

You peeled off your shirts and dried off using some gym sweat towels from your backpack. You were deep in the park and unlikely to be disturbed.

JT looks good wet or dry. Time for some fun with my fratboy.

You were about to kiss JT when two men carrying skateboards ran in from the rain.

"Fuck man, that is some severe rain. We're going to have to crash here with you until it lets up. I'm Erik, and this big guy is my bro, Sten.

"You two are fraternity brothers?"

"He's my big in the frat but also my actual big bro. Well, I'm bigger where it counts."

"Oh lil'bro you are lil in every sense of the word."

Erik flipped his brother, the bird.

"Erik, you know it's me, JT. We're in the same psych class. We were in most of the same classes last semester."

"Oh shit, man, I didn't recognize you with your hair wet and your underwear on."

Erik raised his hand, and Sten high-fived him.

"Nice one."

These are the same two guys that stole JT's clothing and left him naked in the park. JT told me they were frat boys, but I didn't know they were also brothers.

Both Erik and Sten took off their wet shirts.

JT never got the **** he deserved. Time to correct that.

You resumed drying yourself with your gym towel and reached for your divine energy. It's power infuse your body, and reality suddenly sensed less rigid.

Erik and Sten messed with JT; as a demigod for the mistreated and maligned, it is my duty to balance the scale. I just need a way to hide my influence. Towels.

In the end, you decided on the towels. You knew from years of swimming that everyone sniffs their towel. You infused the towels with a potion of your power. Anyone smelling these towels would become extraordinarily horny and highly suggestible. From the moment they sniffed the towel until the rain stopped, their willpower will dissipate, and their behavior and memories were at the mercy of whatever anyone told them.

"Here you go. You two look liked drowned rats. Dry off."

You tossed Sten and Erik each one of your "enhanced" sweat towels.