Confrontationally

"Hey fag," Jason says with a laugh.

"Oh Shut up." You reply, trying not to pay him any notice.

"Funny you can speak with all the dick in your mouth," Jason says miming giving a blowjob.

"Wow, look at you. You know what a blowjob is. I'm surprised considering you've probably never received one." You snap back. Jason just smiles.

"Aww, I bet a little fag like you would love to suck my cock." Jason says clutching his crotch, "Sorry this bad boy is reserved for pussy bitches." Jason smiles more, "Although if you beg, I may reconsider."

"Why don't you just suck my dick instead," You say. Jason's smile fades to a frown.

"No way man," Jason says he lets go of his cock. Coach Johnson walks into the locker room and you are struck by a sudden inspiration. Jason starts to turn away when you interject.

"How about you and I make a little bet." you say.

"A bet?" Jason returns to face you. His face is still bored, but his interest is peaked.

"I bet that I can get Coach Johnson on his knees taking my dick however I give it to him." You say and Jason's eyes bug out. Suddenly he starts laughing.

"You're too funny," He says as he turns to walk away.

"I'm serious," You reply. He stops, his back turned to you, he slowly turns around.

"Alright then, what do I get if you fail, other than of course you making a fool of yourself to coach and getting kicked off the team."

"Name your price," You reply. Jason's smile grew.

"If I win, you stay on the team but become the team's fag. Anytime someone need's to be serviced on the team, you service them, regardless of where you are or who you are with." Jason says, licking his canines maliciously.

"Is that all?" You reply, "Fine, but if I win, you need to make an onlyfans. You'll post any content to it I tell you to make and I recieve 60% of all the revenue."

"No fucking way dude, I'm not making porn."

"Only if you lose." You say pointing at coach who was looking at a clipboard, "You really think I'm gonna win?"

"How do I know you'll follow through, when you lose." Jason says thinking it through, "I mean you could just try and run off without following through."

"How about this." You pull out your laptop and search the internet, "Here, how about this. A legally binding contract. If the contract is broken, all of the loser's assets go to the winner. Gotta love the internet."

"Good enough for me," Jason says as he signs the document, "Bet on. Get this over with so you can be a bitch already."

You save the file to your laptop. You can't believe Jason bought that legal BS... but frankly, he has the IQ of a pinecone. Also, just in case the whole legal thing doesn't work, you do have magic powers for crying out loud. You put the laptop away and crack your neck. Now's your window of opportunity.

"Hey Coach Johnson!" You shout. Coach Johnson looks up from his clipboard with a tired expression.

"Yes?" He replies dryly.

"Could you come over here a moment?" Your palms are sweating. Coach puts down his clipboard and starts walking towards you and Jason.

"What is it. Are you two fighting again. I really don't have time to babysit." Coach begins talking.

"No, Coach Johnson, nothing like that," You say as he is only a few feet away, "I..." Your mind goes blank.

"You what?" Coach says.

"Yeah, what did you want to ask Coach Johnson?" Jason smirked. His smirk was like nails scraping into your skin. You grabbed the waistband of your gym shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear.

"Eat my dick slut," You say forcefully putting a hand on Coach's shoulder