You've got a score to settle with Jason Becker, your high school bully...

Jason Beeker. The golden boy of your old high school had a mean streak a mile wide, and picked on anyone weak enough for him to get away with it. In public he put on the genial nice guy act, but whenever anyone with the power to do something wasn't watching he made life hell for what he called 'faggots', 'dykes' and 'nerds'. It's been years, and you still feel your blood boil when you think about Jason, and only part way because of hate. The truth was the golden boy was smoking hot, and he might have made your life hell, but he showed up in your fantasies too, the dirtiest and most depraved ones.

You ran into Jason a few months back, working the counter at a gas station not far from your university, and though this gave you great smug satisfaction, it also made Jason reappear in your fantasies. Half a decade has not made him one bit less of a smoking hot hunk, or one less bit of an asshole. But fatherhood just might make a dent in the later at least. The thought of Jason swelled and fat with your baby, barefoot and looking to you for guidance and protection is as intoxicating as the thought of you, bare foot and pregnant, being doted on by a smoothed out adoring Jason, a loving husband and father. You waffle between the two fantasies while your cock grows iron hard on the wall....