Maybe yes. maybe no.

“What’s going on here?” a bass voice with undertones of gravel in a grinder asked.

Neal and Dickless both snapped their heads around to spot a huge freshman standing about fifteen feet away with a pretty blonde, girl-next-door type, nestled up against his side.

The two of them had very different reactions. “Damn, you're The Monster. I’ve seen you at practice. You’re going to destroy those pussies on the other team.” Dickless gushed, going from hardass to fan-boy between one breath and the other. In the next breath he realized he was hanging out, and he quickly tucked himself back into his pants. He held out his hand to shake, and then realized it was the hand he had just used to stuff his cock into his pants and pulled it back hastily. The othersized freshman didn't notice, all his attention was on Neal.

Neal on the other hand focused on the girl beside the monster. “Betty, tell him I’m a guy!” Neal begged.

The blonde looked at Neal in surprise. “Do I know you?”

“It’s me! Neal! I was on my way back from a dress rehearsal when the officer here stopped me. He thinks I’m a girl! You got to help me here, Betty!” Neal blurted out.

The blonde looked at Neal closely, frown lines between her eyes, and then they opened wide with shock. “Oh my gosh, it is you Neal.” For a minute it looked like she wanted to say something else. Her eyes darted to Dickwad, and the brute of a man standing next to her, before she spoke.

In a voice that rang false to Neal's actor trained senses she asked, “How did this happen?”

“You know!” Neal yelled, pointing at the guilty looking blonde. “You know why this happened! Tell me!” Neal started to charge toward Betty, only to be caught by the back of his dress and hauled backward by Dickless.

“None of that now, Cocktease.”

“Do you know this girl, ma,am,” Dickless politely asked Betty.

The tone of his voice contained none of the contempt and scorn he clearly held for Neal. The reason was easily enough to deduce from the almost worshipful glances he directed at the monster of a man standing in the background. Figures that a bully and a brute would idolized the biggest example of both on campus.

Betty looked torn. “I think so,” She finally said. “I think it’s my friend Neal. Only Neal isn’t a girl. Do you think that the aliens have changed his body? They’ve done so many other things.”

To Neal’s shame Dickless grabbed the hem of his skirt and pulled it up to his chin, bearing everything below his belly button.

“Pretty obvious she isn’t a guy!” Dickhead sneered. “She’s breaking curfew by being out without a man. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take her back to the office,” he said, directing his comment toward the barbarian almost as if asking for permission.

“But he really is a boy,” Betty protested. “It’s not his fault if the aliens changed him!”

“Sorry, ma,am. I have my orders.” Dickwad said, not looking sorry at all.

Dickless looked up at Betty’s companion and said. “That’s the way it is. No unaccompanied females allowed on campus. I’d never forgive myself if I let her go and heard later she got **** and enslaved by some scumbucket.”

“Finish it, why don’t you! You really mean someone other than you!” Neal yelled, only to get shaken so hard his eyes threatened to cross.

“Quiet, Cocktease. Men are talking here!”

Neal was getting frantic. He began to fight as hard as he could with Dickless, only to be easily manhandled. He might have been fantastic at stage fights, and no one could beat him when it came to theatrical swordwork, but unfortunately neither of those translated very well into real world situations. As he was being shaken he saw Betty standing on her tiptoes urgently whispering to the behemoth she was with.

“If he’s a boy, then it won’t affect him,” The rumbling bass from before said slowly, as if the speaker was thinking about each word before saying them.

Dickwad looked over at the troll, Neal half-dangling from the hand tangled in the neck of his skirt. “What won’t affect him, Monster?” He questioned.

“Sucking dick? Isn’t that how it works. If he’s a man, then swallowing cum won’t have any affect on him. If he’s a girl, it will. Isn’t that right?” The troll asked, looking down at Betty for confirmation.

Neal had some seriously mixed feelings. On the one hand it was very hopeful that the monster seemed to have been tamed by the beauty. He was actually looking to her for advice, and maybe even approval. Now if only she was giving him better advice, because Neal didn’t like where this seemed to be going. “Betty, tell them! I’m a guy!”

Betty gave Neal a sad look. “Are you really, Neal? You’ve been changed for some reason!” She got a far off look and began to make suggestions in a questioning tone of voice. “Maybe it’s just cosmetic? Maybe the aliens were just trying to make you a better cosplayer? Maybe you only look like a girl and are still a guy inside? There is one way to make sure.” Betty looked sorry, and also a little turned on. Neal blamed the troll for that. Who knew what he’d done to the poor girl.

Dickless gave the troll an approving look as he once again fished his cock out of his pants. “Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll be happy to test her, and prove to you that she’s nothing but a lying Cocktease.”

“No!” the Ogre rumbled. “He, she, whatever, is Betty’s friend. I’ll do the test.”

To Neal’s horror the troll’s hands went to his belt buckle and he began to undo his pants. Neal found himself actually looking up at Dickwad as if the bastard might step in and object.

If Dickhead had any objection, it was only that it wasn’t going to be him ****-feeding Neal cock. He actually looked a bit pleased. Neal had seen similar expressions on would be artists as they watched a pro sketch. They wanted to be where the pro was, but they were also in awe of the pro’s skill. It was pretty clear that Dickwad was actually looking forward to watching the ogre have his way with Neal. Seeing how a real man handled a Cocktease, as Dickless would likely put it.

“Damn, that is one big cock,” Dickhead said in admiration.

Neal snapped his head around and blanched at the monster the ogre had unleashed from his pants. It had to be over eight inches long and thicker than Dickwad’s dick, which before Neal had regarded as the ultimate weapon of jaw destruction.

Neal tried to back away, but Dickstick yanked on the collar of his dress and then shoved him toward the oversized barbarian, causing Neal to stumble and fall to his knees. He tried to get back up, but Dickwad pushed down on Neal's shoulder holding him in place. “Congratulations, Cocktease. You scored the jackpot for your first time. If it is your first time.”

Neal cursed him. “You bastard! I told you I’m a guy! And I’m not gay!” Even as he yelled he found it impossible to pull his gaze away from the massive shaft jutting out from the ogre’s open fly. Even if he was willing to suck a guy’s dick, and he wasn’t, there was no way that thing would fit. He felt wet moisture between his legs and blushed in humiliation as he realized he must have peed in fear. He was like one of those tiny yappy dogs that whizzed at the first sign of dominance by a bigger fiercer dog. There was no question here who was the chihuahua, who was the pit-bull, and who was the Irish wolfhound.

“Don’t! I’m a guy! It’s not going to have any effect on me! Dickwad here will let everyone know you **** a guy to blow you! Your reputation will be destroyed!”

Dickwad pitched his voice low as he hissed down at Neal. “Damn, you really don’t know when to quit, Cocktease! I almost believe you’re so crazy you think you really are a guy! I’m doing you a favor! Soon you’re going to know that you’re nothing but a set of holes for your lord and master to fill with his cum!”

The worst part of it was that Dickless was hard as a rock, his drooling cock only inches from Neal’s face. The bastard was getting off on the idea of watching Neal suck the monster's monster. He was likely going to want his turn once the Ogre was finished with Neal, providing Neal survived having that monster shoved in his mouth and down his throat!