No, you deserve this treatment

You look hard at Jason's dick...no you look at Jason's hard dick...no you get hard looking at Jason's dick...no you get hard looking hard at Jason's hard dick. Drool starts to build in your mouth

"Come on fag. We don't have much time." You get on you knees in front of Jason, his dick right in front of your nose. You stick your tongue out licking it softly. The tip of your tongue lightly caresses the ridge at the head of his dick. You extend your body closer, wrapping your tongue around his dick.

"Faster Fag!" He takes your neck in his hands and starts ramming his dick into your mouth.

His dick tasted so good in your mouth, feeling it slide down your throat felt glorious. You hungrily eat his dick, making Jason moan.

"Oh yeah...If I knew fags sucked like this, I woulda have done this sooner. You...unghhh...Fags appreciate a good dick more than women."

Before not too long, his grunting sped up. "Drink every last drop of cum....unghhh...slut" You hungrily take the dick as far down your throat, right to the base. Jason let out a moan and then you feel your throat get wet.

Shot after shot slid down your throat. Slowly, you slide your mouth off his dick and look up at Jason who had a devilish grin.

"Who knew fags were so good at sucking dick."

"There was so much material to work with there." He smiles at this, putting a hand on his dick.

"Yeah, well maybe you'll be lucky enough to suck it again."

"Really? Well, that's good, considering women won't be able to get you cum"

"What? I'm not a fag fag." Jason says angrily, but you know that isn't true anymore. You know that your spell was working on him.

"See you soon!" you say walking away. "I bet you won't be able to think about anything but my mouth on your dick though."

The rest of the team starts funneling in. Practice didn't go well. Jason looked extremely distracted the entire time. Coach at one point pulled him aside and shouted at him, then asked if he was alright.

"You alright kid? You look distracted."

"Sorry coach, just a little distracted." Jason was hard. Coach noticed and leaned in.

"Well stop thinking about fucking bitches and fucking play the game."

"yes coach...sorry coach."

At the end of practice, you see Jason staring at you in the showers, but you ignore it. Leaving the locker room, you check your phone.