You arrogant shit, you need to lean that your are days as top dog are over.

You grabbed Trent's shoulder and pressed your other hand to the middle of his chest. Trent's arrogance and dominant personality were at the center of his inappropriate behavior. This former alpha would soon be an omega. Dark tendrils shot out from your fingers and wrapped themselves around Trent's body. Trent's body seemed to fade. It was like a photo slowly changing from color to black and white.

"I...ooo...am so...mmm...sorry."

Trent threw his arms around you and started to hug you, or maybe he collapsed against you. You lowered him to the floor.

"I don't want an apology. Anything I want from you, I will take."

{if trentChange == 18}After the high from the transformation faded, you thought about what you wanted. On the ground lay one the biggest assholes you had the misfortune of knowing. Trent had bullied and beaten you for the past few months, and now you had the chance to turn the tables on him. What did you want?

Trent sat up and looked around, confused.

"I hope you don't mind. I thought we'd have more privacy training in here. I was hoping. I mean, I wanted to ask if you could continue to train me. Coach was really pleased with me at practice, and I'm sure that is due to your training."

You agreed to "help" Trent. At each station, you push Trent impossibly hard. Too much weight, too many reps, holding too long, or recovering too quickly; you didn't care. You worked Trent until he failed over and over. After each inevitable failure, you berated Trent calling him weak, pussy, quitter, loser. All Trent did was apologize. At the end of the workout, Trent was near to tears.

"I can't do anything right. "

"You quitting?"

"No, I was just saying that..."

"What is your problem today? Your head is just not in the game. Maybe you are distracted by that girl you hooked up with the other night."

Trent blushed.

"No, it's not that. She kicked me out."

Interesting.

You went over and wrapped your arms around Trent and he actually leaned into you.

"What happened? Did you cum too soon? We worked on that."

"No, just the opposite, I didn't cum at all. We were in her room making out, and it just didn't feel right making the next move, so we just kept kissing. Then she asked me if I wanted to do something more. I asked her what she wanted. So she started to blow me and I wasn't getting hard. She started yelling at me and calling me names and I got hard. She slapped me and I got harder. She had me lay down on her bed, and she straddled me and had me eat her out. She kept calling me names and rubbing her pussy on my face. After she came, she told me to get out and not call her again. She said that it was fun to fuck a bitch but she only dated men."

You ruffled Trent's hair.

"Sometimes you are so stupid. Stand up and take off your shirt."

Trent stood up and stripped off his shirt. You stood up facing him. You reached out and gently stroked his chest.

"How did that feel?"

"When you touched my chest? I mean it was nice, but it wasn't..."

You twisted Trent's right nipple hard.

"Awww fuck!"

"Now, how did that feel? You don't have to answer, I saw your cock twitch. I should have realized it sooner. Some people enjoy being used during sex. They get off on other people using them for their own gratification. Sexual objectification with a healthy dose of masochism."

Trent look doubtful,

"I don't know. I have been with other women and it never..."

You twisted the other nipple, and Trent's knees buckled.

"You got it bad. Don't worry, I can train you. Teach you what need to feel good and get off."

You reached down and fondled Trent's package.

"This big hefty penis is wasted on you. "

You firmly squeezed his bulge, Trent gasped and grew harder in your hand. You guided his hand to your cock, while roughly rubbing and squeezing his cock.

"Your cock is worthless."

You continued to manhandle Trent's crotch as you insulted and belittled him. He was soon leaking precum through his underwear.

"Flex for me."

Trent flexed his biceps for you.

"Your chest too. Strike a pose and hold it."

Trent stood like a bodybuilder

"You got a great body. It is no wonder you are a star athlete. Lots of people are going to love a muscle bitch like you."

You squeezed and licked along his bicep.

You poked, pinched, squeezed, twisted, bit, slapped, and punched each hard muscle across his body until it yielded. By the time you were done Trent was crying and begging you to stop, but he was hard as a rock and leaking like a faucet.

"Please."

"Please what? You want me to stop?"

"No, please. I want more."

"Lay on your stomach on the bench press."

Trent walked over and lay on his stomach, you took a condom and lube from your gym bag, and rolled the condom onto your cock as you crossed the room. Trent glanced back at your nervously.

"I don't know about this."

You squirted lubed in Trent hole and pressed in with one finger.

"I am just showing you want you need to get off. Do you want to get off?"

Trent nodded. You positioned the head of your cock at the entrance to his asshole.

"This is gonna hurt, a lot."

You push in. You met resistance, but were determined and continued to apply pressure until you bottomed out.

"There it is Trent. This is what you need to get off. Letting others use your body for their pleasure. I told you I would help you get off. Let me show you how good you make me feel."

You fucked Trent slowly. You called him your 'little bitch' and 'muscle fuck hole' any insult you could think of, and each time he just moaned louder.

You pulled out and shot your load across his back and into his hair. When he rolled off the table, you saw that Trent had also come at least once during the fuck.

"Where can we get cleaned up?"

{elseif trentChange == 10}You stood in front of a mirror flexing until Trent stumbled to his feet. You could see him touch himself as you flexed.

"It's hot in here. We should take off our shirts."

You removed your shirt and tossed it toward Trent. He picked it up off the floor, sniffed it, folded it, and put in in your gym bag. You loaded the bar for the bench press and motioned for Trent to get into position. Trent struggled, but with your help, he was able to complete his set. He sat up, and you sat down on the bench behind him. You massaged his shoulders.

"Its ok, bro, you keep working with me, and I'll get you back in fighting form."

You ran your hands over his shoulders and across his pecs.

"You got a nice body, bro."

You slid forward on the bench and pulled Trent toward you so that he rested against your chest, and your cock was pressed against his ass.

"Bros know how to take care of one another."

Trent grunted something that sounded like an agreement. He was rubbing your thighs. You licked and kissed his neck. Trent pressed his body firmly against yours. After several minutes you slapped Trent's leg.

"We still have a workout to do. I wouldn't want my boy to get lazy. "

You did your bench press, and then you moved from station to station doing an intense strength routine. At each station, Trent took every opportunity to touch you.

After an hour, you finished. You were both hot and sweaty, Trent pulled you into a hug and leaned in to kiss you. You grabbed him and roughly spun him around. You held him tightly.

Trent was nearly as strong as you and could have broken free, but he submitted to you. You sucked at the back of his neck, and when you stopped you saw the start of a nice hickey.

Just a little mark to let everyone know I was here. Maybe I'll have Trent get my name as a tattoo.

"You did good today, bro. It almost makes up for your recent bad behavior. Almost."

Trent made a grunt.

"What was that? Speak clearly, I don't speak asshole."

You grabbed Trent by the hair and pulled his head back.

"Repeat after me, 'Thank you for helping me, Adam.'"

"Thank you for helping me Adam."

"I am a worthless asshole."

Trent hesitated. You pull his head back further.

"I AM A WORTHLESS ASSHOLE."

"I am worthless."

"A WORTHLESS ASSHOLE!"

"a worthless asshole."

You smacked Trent on the ass.

"Sorry I had to do that, bro, but you had it coming. Phew, I just got a whiff of my pits. I need a shower, I stink."

You dropped your shorts and stepped out of them. Trent picked them up and smelled them. You laughed.

"You like my man funk, bro?"

Trent dropped your shorts, walked over to you, and lifted your arm above your head. He buried his face in your armpit and moaned as he licked up and down. After a minute of worshiping your right pit, you grabbed his head and dragged him to the left.

You pulled down Trent's shorts and massaged his ass. You pulled apart his cheeks and teased his asshole. Trent moaned.

Not today but soon. I will have Trent bouncing on my cock.

You pushed Trent back.

"Thank you for the tongue bath, but we need to get cleaned up. Is there a shower in here?"

{else}You stood in front of a mirror stroking your cock until Trent regained consciousness. You helped him into a seated position. You stood in front of him with your package at his eye level. You kept your hand on your crotch as you spoke.

"Why did you pull me into this room?"

"The door has a lock. I thought we could practice in here without anyone else around."

You weren't sure if Trent was telling the truth, but he was compliant. Trent walked over the bench press and started his workout. You spotted him. When he finished his set, he reached up and pressed his hand against your package. You slapped his hand away.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I ... I ... I'm sorry. I just thought because the last time..."

"You thought?! You thought that you can act like an asshole, treat me like shit for months, threaten me, and I'd let you grab my cock? Dipshit! Off the bench and lay on the ground!"

Trent got off the bench and lay face down on the ground. You stood over him and prodded him with your foot.

"On your back, bitch!"

Trent rolled over.

"Open your mouth!"

You lined your cock up with his mouth and thrust your cock between his lips.

"You see that. That is my cock fucking your mouth. You are bigger and stronger than me, but you are on the ground with my cock in your mouth. For months you acted the role of 'top dog,' but now we see that you are just a pussy bitch."

Looking down at Trent as you face-fucked him was hot, but it was also exhausting. You stood up and pulled Trent up by his hair.

"On your feet."

You dragged Trent across the room to the leg press. You pulled off your clothing.

"Strip!"

Trent got naked. You put your hands on Trent's shoulders and pressed down. There was no resistance, Trent went to his knees eagerly. You sat down on the leg press and pulled Trent's head to your cock.

Damn. This is awesome. My bully is now my personal cock sucker.

"Are you my cock sucker Trent?"

Trent continued sucking.

You pulled Trent off your cock and slapped is face with your cock.

"I said *slap*, are you my little muscle bitch *slap* cock sucker?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Yes."

"No. Say, 'I am your little muscle bitch cock sucker.'"

"I am your little muscle bitch cock sucker."

You pushed him back onto your cock. Then you reached down and started stroking his cock.

After several minutes, you stood up, held Trent's head, and pounded his face.

"In the pool, you may be the star, but when we alone, I own you. If you are good, maybe I'll share you with some of the other men on the team. "

Trent groaned. You were close, you pushed deep into Trent's throat, and he started to gag. You shot your load down Trent's throat. When you finished, Trent looked a mess.

"We need to clean up."{endif}

"There is a single stall shower in here. It is designed to accommodate wheelchairs, so we can probably both fit. We need to get out of here before someone finds us."

You showered together, and other than a little fondling, it was a quick and uneventful shower.

You both changed into your street clothes and walked out the back entrance of the natatorium. Trent lived off-campus, and in the opposite direction, so you said good-bye. Trent turned to face you and looked like he was about to give you a hug.

A car horn beeped in the parking lot behind you. Trent saw something over your shoulder.

Trent threw a punch that connected with the left side of your head. It staggered you.

"I will fuck you up faggot!"

Trent walked through the parking lot and climbed into a parked SUV. A punch like that could have broken your jaw but you were made of tougher stuff these days. You rubbed the side of your head and you could already feel the pain fading away. You gave the finger in the direction of the SUV.

What the fuck is wrong with Trent?

You turned away and started walking in the other direction. Some internal alarm warned you, and you jumped out of the way and into some bushes as the SUV you just saw Trent get into, drove up on the sidewalk, and nearly ran you down.

You walked the rest of the way home without incident. You finished some homework and called it a night.