He does whatever he likes and doesn't care about anyone else. Someone needs to take him down a peg.

Who does he think he is? He does whatever he likes and doesn't care about anyone else. Someone needs to take him down a peg. Teach him that the world does not revolve around him.

You caught Trent by the wrist as he reached for your nose. He glared at you with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. The lights in the locker room started to flicker and then went out. In the darkness, you could see a yellow aura surrounding Trent. Shadow like tendrils emerged from your hand and coiled up Trent arm, shoulder, and finally his chest.

"Mmmm no... stop...what.... ooooh. What are you? Oh, god."

Trend was gasping for breath, and his body began to convulse in your grip. Where the tendrils enveloped Trent's body, the brightness of his aura was absorbed and transferred into your body.

Suddenly the lights were back on. Trent gave a final extended moan, slipped from your grip, and slumped to the floor. You could see cum leaking out the side of his Speedo.

You kneeled down next to Trent and rolled him over onto his back. With three fingers, you scooped up a glob of Trent's splooge and pushed one cum coated finger into his mouth. In his dazed state, Trent suckled your finger.

"Good boy."

You removed your finger from Trent's mouth and patted his cheek, depositing the remaining spunk on his cheek. You stood and, with your own self-satisfied smirk looked down at Trent.

"See you soon, princess!"