You threatened my life so kiss your cock good-bye

You grabbed Trent's shoulder and pressed the other hand to the middle of his chest. You envisioned Trent's cock shrinking and yours growing. Trent was staring wide-eyed at you.

"What is...ooooo...what are...?"

You leaned forward and whispered into Trent's ear.

"I am just taking away what you never deserved in the first place. "

Trent was shaking and breathing heavily. You knew that once he orgasmed, it was all over.

"That's it, Trent. Show me what you got."

You reached over and pulled down Trent's underwear and shorts. You held his hard penis in your hand. It was throbbing

"Don't worry, I got you. I can actually feel it shrinking in my hand. Can you feel that Trent? Do you even know what I am doing to you? You fucked with the wrong person, and now you're the one that is fucked."

Trent shot his load, most of it hitting you on the leg. He started to fall, you caught him and lowered him slowly to the ground. You wiped the cum off your leg onto his shirt.

{if trentChange==10}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."

"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. 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.

{elseif trentChange==4}

You stood over Trent, waiting for him to wake up. After a while, Trent sat up and ogled you.

"Hey, sexy! We're alone, so why aren't you naked?"

"What?"

Trent got up on his knees, grabbed you by your hips, and pulled you towards him. He yanked up your shirt and ran his tongue over your abs.

"Woof! You taste good bro. No one will interrupt here, let's do this right."

Trent pulled down his shorts and underwear and kicked them to the side. Standing in front of you, he looked pretty good. He was not as muscular, and his cock was not as big, but Trent was still a hot guy.

Why not.

You removed your clothes, started stroking your cock, and approached Trent.

"I like what I see and look forward to hitting that, but nothing gets me horned up like a good workout. "

Trent walked over the bench press and racked some weights.

"Spot me."

You stood behind the bar with your nuts directly above Trent's mouth. As he lifted the bar, he licked your sack. You knelt down to give him easier access. He completed his reps and reracked the bar.

"I am not sure how many I did. I lost count. I hope you are not easily distracted."

You adjusted the weight and slide onto the bench. Trent stood behind you, but after your first rep, he walked around the bar and stood at the side of the bench. He placed a hand on your chest and started stroking your cock with the other.

"Before I met you, I never touched another penis. "

He spit on your cock and kept stroking.

"Since you are getting so hard, I guess I am doing it right."

You started to rerack the bar. Trent took your balls in his hand and twisted.

"Keep lifting, or I twist these off."

You kept lifting. Trent smiled at you.

"Nice form bro. You feel that burn?"

He leaned down and licked your shaft.

"Naked work out is an excellent idea."

He stood up, got behind you again, and helped you rerack the bar. Trent grabbed your cock and led you over to the pull-down station. He selected his weight and started the exercise. You stood behind him and pressed against him. You nibbled his ear and reached around his body and fondled his cock. Trent started laughing.

"You better be prepared to finish what you start."

You slid your cock along the crack of his ass.

"I know exactly where I plan to finish."

Trent released the pull-down bar and let the plates crash down. He turn around and kissed you. As he kissed you, he walked you backward until your back was against the wall. He broke off the kiss and, with both hands, keeping you pinned to the wall. He leaned in and licked your lips. You tried to kiss him, but he pulled back. He was holding you against the wall by your upper arms, but your legs were free; you brought you knee up aiming for his crotch but hit his thigh instead. Trent jumped back, and you stepped forward.

"You want to play dirty?"

Trent lowered his head and drove his shoulder into your stomach. He hoisted you up onto his shoulder and spun you around. You started laughing. Trent carried you over to the section of the gym with mats covering the floor.

He wouldn't

Trent tossed you off his shoulder, threw you to the ground, and dove on top of you.

"I just body slammed you, bro!"

Even with the mats, he knocked the wind out of you. Trent lay on top of you.

"You ok?"

You grinned and tried to look intimidating.

"I can take anything you can..."

Trent bounced on your chest, driving the air from your lungs. He remained sitting on your chest.

"I want to fuck you."

He reached behind his back and grabbed your cock.

"I think your pecker agrees with me. What's that Adam's pecker?"

Then in a silly high voice, Trent said,

"I think we should let Trent fuck us."

And then in a deep voice,

"I concur."

"Let me guess, the deep voice was my ass?"

"I don't know, let's find out."

You rolled over, and Trent slid down, so he straddled your ass. He lightly brushed his fingers across your ass. Then he roughly swatted your ass.

Ouch!

He spanked your ass several times until it was bright red. He spread your cheeks apart and inserted a finger. You gasped.

"Yes, definitely your asshole. "

He removed his finger, spit, and fingered you again. He continued to fuck you with his finger as he kissed his way up your back. He licked and then bit the back of your neck.

"I am going to fuck you now."

You made a sound that you hoped sounded like "yes." Trent helped you to your feet, and walked to an inclined bench. He sat down and motioned for you to sit on his cock. You got some lube and a condom from your gym bag. You lowered yourself onto his cock. Even though his cock was not as big as it once was, it took you a moment to adjust. Trent ran his hands over your chest.

"You are sexy fuck, bro."

With your feet on the ground, you were able to ride Trent's cock. Trent reached over, retrieved the lube, and coated your cock. He masturbated you as you rode him. Trent started thrusting up on your downward motion. You leaned back and let him take over the fucking.

Trent grunted with each thrust, and it got louder and louder. He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you up against his chest. Still fucking you, Trent stood up. Carrying you over to the mats, he dropped you onto the mats and dove on top of you. You tilted back your head and closed your eyes.

"No!"

Trent lifted your lower body, so your shoulders were pressed into mats.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me."

Trent fucked you hard. What he lacked in cock size, he made up for in aggressive, relentless pounding. Trent pulled out just before he came and shot his load on your face. Then he jerked you until you came on his face.

"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. 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.

{else}You reached down and rubbed your bludge through your shorts; it felt huge. You pulled off your shorts and moved your underwear to the side.

Your penis was at least a foot long, and it was only semi-hard. You pulled up your shorts and looked down at Trent. His shorts and underwear were around his ankles, and between his legs was a small cock.

Contrasted with his muscular body, his penis look exceptionally small. Trent regained consciousness and sat up. He pulled up his shorts. You walked over a stood in front of him so that your package was right at eye level. Trent stared wide-eyed at your bulge.

"You ok buddy? Want me to help you up?"

Trent did not respond. He kept staring at your crotch.

I don't think Trent is home right now.

You walked over to the bench press and sat down. You adjusted your penis so that it ran down your leg and poked out the bottom of your shorts.

"Can you help me out, bro? I got a cramp in my leg."

Trent practically flew across the room. He knelt at your feel and lifted your leg on his shoulder. He started to massage your calf.

"How does that feel?"

You told Trent that the cramp was a little higher. Trent chuckled.

"It looks like you are going to need some of Trent's special attention."

Trent started rubbing higher up your leg, occasionally brushing against the head of your cock. Your penis got harder.

"Looks like your little friend wants to come out and play."

You pulled your shorts aside, so your entire cock was revealed.

"Nothing little about..."

Trent dove on your cock, holding it with one hand as he sucked it like a lollypop. You reached down to grab hold of Trent's head, but he pulled your hands away. Trent was not especially good at giving head. Still, the image of a big muscular Trent kneeling between your legs sucking your huge cock was very arousing.

"Stand up."

You stood; Trent grabbed your cock, and lead you to a small alcove set up as a medical examination and massage area. Trent lifted you up and set you down on the examination table.

"Lay back, keep it hard, I'll be right back."

You jerked your cock. Trent returned with a packet of lube and a condom. He rolled the condom onto your cock. Trent lubed up the condom, climbed up on the table, and lowered himself onto your cock.

"Fucccck!"

Trent did not get far before he froze. Your cock was pressed against the outer ring of his ass but had not breached that barrier. You started to push up with your hips. Trent reached down and pinned you to the table.

"Do NOT move!"

With his hand still holding you down, Trent lowered himself further, and your cockhead **** its way past the outer ring. Trent moved his hand and placed it next to your head.

"Let me help."

Trent looked at you and nodded his head. Your supported Trent and pushed up with your hips, as you lowered Trent down. Your cock penetrated deeper into his ass. You paused and allowed Trent to adjust; then you repeated. Each time Trent surrendered more and more of his ass to your cock. Eventually, he was completely impaled on your monster. Trent leaned forward and kissed you.

"Thanks for the help. I can take it from here."

Slowly at first but then faster and with great vigor, Trent fucked himself on your cock. He was loud and rough. You had no idea how his virgin asshole accommodated your huge cock and how he was enduring the self-inflicted pounding. You tried to use your demigod abilities to ease Trent's discomfort, but you had no idea if it did anything.

Trent rode you, never touching his own small cock until he fell forward and shot his load between your bodies.

"Thanks for the ride."

Trent hopped off the table and left you to finish yourself. You jerked off until you shoot your load on your chest.

"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. 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.

{endif}