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[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Group Hug (The Fruity Four: Eddie Centric)

Summary: Eddie Munson struggles to cope when he loses a ‘battle of the bands’ contest. But luckily, Steve, Nancy and Robin are there to support him. 

Word Count: 903 (tis a short one)

Content Warnings: Fluff, platonic hug and kiss, sad Eddie, crying, descriptions of anxiety, competition. 

This is a submission for the @thefreakandthehair spring challenge. I am so sorry I’m posting this so late! I had a busy April, but I still really wanted to write this prompt!

I also want to give a huge thank you and shout out to @eddiemunsonfuxks for helping me come up with this idea! I had major writers block and you really helped me feel motivated again <3

Fifth place goes to… ‘Loud Summer’!

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Taking a deep, trembling breath, Eddie Munson bounced his leg as the host declared the rankings of the contest.

He’d been drinking a beer with Gareth when it was announced; a battle of the bands at their local bar. Shooting his drummer a toothy grin across the table, there was no way they weren’t going to enter. Hurrying back to tell the rest of the band, they’d practised every day for the past week, even skipping classes to touch up those more challenging riffs.

Fourth place goes to… ‘Midnight Metalheads’!

His eyes searching the crowd, Eddie locked eyes with his friends. Steve’s brown hues on his own, they shared a look of optimism, the jock waving reassuringly. Nancy and Robin stood beside him, their arms linked and brows furrowed as they listened anxiously to the results, knowing just how badly the dungeon master ached for this.

Third place goes to… ‘Guitar Hounds’!

Puffing his cheeks in a long exhale, Eddie’s nerves only grew. It was the best he’d ever played, adrenaline and drive coursing through him with every beat. Yet, his mind raced, picking apart every strum of his guitar, doubting every note of his solo.

Down the wire here folks. Second place…

His was ready to burst with angst, shuffling and jittering as he stood to the back of the stage alongside his bandmates, his heart almost beating out his chest. You could’ve cut the tension in the room with a knife, as the presenter took his sweet time.

Goes too… ‘Corroded Coffin’!

Two simple words, yet enough to shatter one man’s heart. His stomach dropping to the floor, Eddie took a moment as his emotion’s caught up to him, eyes glossed over in a daze as he looked down to the ground. A firm hand on his shoulder pulled him from his startle, Gareth and Jeff both muttering commiserations as they stepped down from the stage.

And that means first place goes too…

Navigating through the cheering crowd, Eddie didn’t even hear the name of the winning band, his mind foggy and breathing shallow as he searched for his friends in a fluster. Overcome with gut wrenching disappointment, he found himself descending into hopelessness, his vision blurry and legs unstable as he sunk to the floor.

“Eddie. Eddie!” A gentle hand on his forearm, the guitarist barely caught his name as Nancy rushed to his side, the others close behind her. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Helping him to his feet, the trio guided him to the back of the bar, a much quieter space for Eddie to gather his composure. His friend’s huddled around him, it was clear how much they cared for the metalhead.

“Talk to us man, what’s going on?” Steve pleaded with him, compassionate eyes finding Eddie’s. Swallowing a lump in his throat, the dungeon master buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in dismay. “Didn’t fuckin win.” He mumbled into the skin of his palms, followed by a deep groan of irritation.

“We know. And that sucks b-but, second place is still amazing!” Robin chimed in, her bubbling optimism a much needed boost of serotonin. Though, her words seemed to go over Eddie’s head, as he merely responded with a frustrated grumble, his tone sharp and resentful as he snapped back. “No. N-No. Y-You don’t understand-“

Sharing glances of concern, the three young adults remained silent; an unspoken decision to give their friend a moment to feel what he needed to feel.

“For a second, I actually thought I stood a chance.” Eddie continued, scoffing at his own foolishness, internally scolding himself for doubting his cynical nature just this one time. “Like a fuckin idiot.” He clenched his fists, years of self-deprecation coming to a head in this one final kick in the teeth. His gaze clouded with unshed tears, he was close to breaking point.

“I was never gonna win.” He declared, pursing his lips to mask their not so subtle wobble. “I’m n-nothing.” A tear slipping down his left cheek, he wiped it with a sniffle. “Trailer trash, Munson scum, Eddie the f-freak.” He spat that final insult, a cry catching in his throat. “Before the contest even started… I- I’d already lost.” And at that, the dam burst, the metalhead sagging his shoulders in defeat as heart-breaking sobs racked his form. Bringing his hands to his face once again, the usually goofy brunette hid his emotions in shame. He couldn’t mask his pain with humour, this time.

“Oh Eddie.” Without hesitation, Nancy enveloped him in a warm embrace, soothing his back as it jolted with each cry.

Following suit, Steve once again placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, this time rubbing reassuring circles on the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. “We’re proud of you man, it’s alright.”

Making her way behind the guitarist and wrapping her hands around his torso, the third companion placed a platonic kiss to the back of his ruffled hair. “We love you, Eddie. We love you so much.” Robin gushed, her voice unusually calm, soft with affection and sympathy.

His sobs eventually fading into small sniffles, Eddie wasn’t sure how long they were stood there in a mournful silence. All he knew, was that in his darkest hour, as his three friends surrounded him with nothing but devotion and closeness, he felt a little less alone in this cruel world.

[vantaestummy]

Beers, and Bleachers, and Kisses

SYNOPSIS: Music major Min Yoongi has always had the hugest crush on popular jock Kim Taehyung, but when out of no where, Taehyung asks him out on a date to the homecoming game, Yoongi goes a little above and beyond to, you know, impress him. Cue drunken antics like kissing and lots of barfing.

A/N: inspired by a true story that a friend told me. the gif has nothing to do with the story, just loved all of yoongi’s looks in the comeback teaser and have watched it like a thousand times now.

TW/// emeto and drinking way too much alcohol

THE STORY

Yoongi has had his eyes set on Taehyung for quite some time now.

Taehyung, the star child, infamous athlete, the boy carrying the school’s legacy on his back. Yoongi can’t help but to be enamored by the boy because out of all the assholes at this school that are prideful with their heads in their own ass, he’s the only one that actually has the right to be an asshole.

Don’t get Yoongi wrong, no one should be an asshole, but at least Taehyung has the looks and the talent to back it up. But Taehyung is actually the complete and total opposite. Yes, he hangs with some of the jocks like Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, Jeon Jeongguk, Kim Seokjin, and Park Jimin, but Taehyung has this air about him that emanates hope and love.

Here’s the other thing:

He’s really fucking smart. Truly. He’s the only dweeb of the athlete crowd that constantly gets straight A’s. And that’s not all.

One day, Yoongi was off to class, books and assignments in hand when one day, he gets the wind knocked out of him, his papers flying in a whirlwind, his glasses now askew.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going dude.” A gruff voice says, and suddenly, Yoongi feels so small, like his entire world has shattered and he feels nauseous with embarrassment. He doesn’t want to look at who pushed him because he knows he’ll be stricken with fear and he really doesn’t need to come to terms with the audience that has surrounded him and his perpetrator.

“Hey, back off, he didn’t do anything wrong.” That deep, velvet clad voice says. Yoongi’s heartbeat quickens, the feeling pulsating throughout his entire body.

Kim Taehyung stands there, hair flowing in the non existent wind like the hero in a k drama, having come to his aid in the midst of a dire situation. Yoongi couldn’t help it then, the way his heart overflowed with the utmost love and respect.

Yoongi had it bad.

And so you could imagine how Yoongi felt when Taehyung had asked him out to the homecoming game. The athlete had the audacity to look all nervous and shy, his head ducked and his cheeks glazed with pink. It was far too much for Yoongi to handle and let him tell it, he still thinks it’s a prank.

But Yoongi was over the moon, and he did NOT take almost three hours to pick out his outfit... promise. With his sandy blonde curls, cherry glazed lips and eyelids smeared delicately with a bit of gold, Yoongi was so ready to blow Taehyung away.

Taehyung was waiting for him at the entryway to the stadium, like he had promised, tickets in hand and a boxy smile on his face. When he notices that Yoongi is approaching, his face drops, his eyes widen. His jaw goes slack and it looks like the entire universe has made a home in his eyes. Yoongi can’t help but to blush.

“Woah... hyung you look... woah.”

Yoongi giggles, not used to such attention and definitely not used to it coming from someone so fucking beautiful and kind. That was the most important part for Yoongi. That Taehyung was kind.

“Uhh... you should close your mouth before... you know, flies?” Yoongi tries to play it cool but, he clearly can’t even do that right when his use of lingo just fades away into the night. But Taehyung must find it cute, (Yoongi hopes he does) as he just throws his head back with a laugh and hands Yoongi over his ticket.

“Here, the others are waiting for us.”

Yoongi raises a brow. Others? He had hoped that it was just the two of them but, Yoongi can’t be picky. Never in a million years did he think someone like Taehyung would be into someone like him. So he’ll take this one in stride.

They walk side by side up the steps and into the bleachers, finding spots next to all of Taehyung’s jock friends. This game was for the junior varsity team and Taehyung and his friends belonged to the major team? The other division? Yoongi didn’t really give a shit. He just knows that this was the team lower in rank and that it was a home game. Either way, he was with Taehyung, and that’s kind of all that matters.

Beside them are Jimin and Jungkook who, can’t seem to get their hands off of one another. Next to them, are Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok, people that Yoongi has seen around before but, has never really interacted with until now.

“Guys, this is Yoongi hyung, Yoongi hyung, meet Jimin, Jungkook, Joon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jin-hyung. Jimin, Jungkook and Hyung are on the same team with me. Namjoon-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are just our friends.”

“Wow, thanks for making it sound like we don’t do shit.” Namjoon teases. Yoongi smiles, offering them a kind nod and sighing with content in his seat. It isn’t long before Taehyung ducks his hands into his bag, pulling out two cans of beer and handing one to Yoongi stealthily.

“Want one? No one really says anything unless you make it a big deal. Plus, you’re older than me right? So you must be over twenty one.”

Yoongi’s nose crinkles as he finds this endearing, that Taehyung has thought about this so carefully. Granted, Yoongi doesn’t really drink but, if he says no, he risks looking lame as fuck and that is the last thing he wants to do right now. Especially when things are going so well.

“Sure, hand me another one while you’re at it. Beer doesn’t do shit for me.” Yoongi lies, easy. Taehyung’s brows raise, his smile widening, clearly impressed. He hands Yoongi the two cans like he asked and the older boy throws them back as if it’s no sweat off his back. Taehyung can’t help but to give him the side eye, his lips quirked are the corners as he bites his lip, very intrigued by how badass Yoongi is.

But unbeknownst to him, Yoongi had made the biggest mistake.

Halfway into the game, Yoongi had already had four beers, and not only was his vision hazy, but he could barely hear anything, all of the sounds of the world blurring together and invading his eardrums with a fuzzy sound. Along with the dissipation of his senses, comes a newfound courage that he did not ask for.

“Y’know Taehyung? I was real’ surprised when you asked me out, y’know? Because you’re just so fuckin’ gorgeous and I’m... not...” Yoongi giggles sadly, truly meaning what he says even though he’s drunk out of his mind.

But Taehyung seems to take offense to his words, quickly snatching up the other boy’s hand and holding it tight.

“I have no idea what the hell youre talking about hyung. You are so... beautiful, and believe it or not... but I’ve been wanting to ask you out for some time now?”

There it is again, Taehyung’s nerves as clear as day. Yoongi, so drunk that the world is spinning around him, can’t help but to find it so adorable that he just giggles, and giggles, and giggles. His fingers curl by his mouth in the most adorable fashion and his eyes crinkle as he laughs. Taehyung’s gaze softens, and with the new look, comes his tan cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink.

“You’re too... you’re too nice Tae...” Yoongi murmurs, clearly stricken by the others words as his heart swells in his chest. He leans in, intertwining both of their hands now and allowing their noses to brush. “You should kiss me now... I’ve been wanting you to kiss me for a long time.”

Taehyung gasps at Yoongi’s bluntness but, nonetheless, has been waiting for this moment just as well. Taehyung leans inward, tilting his head so that their lips can slot perfectly together. Yoongi takes no time to hesitate as his lips move with the kiss, deepening it and allowing Taehyung’s tongue to mingle with his own. It’s hard not to laugh into the kiss because it’s so much more perfect than he could have ever imagined. And yes, Taehyung tastes like cheap beer and pocket mints, but he also tastes sweet and full of bright, hopeful dreams. The others pay them no mind as the two make out shamelessly in the bleachers of a college football game (talk about cliches) and Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way.

The game is over when everyone in the bleachers retires for the night. Taehyung’s friends send him playful winks and teasing kissy faces as they depart, and Yoongi can’t help but to blush as he’s left alone with the jock he’s dreamed about.

But that’s not the only reason why his cheeks are flushed.

Yoongi feels sick, like, really sick. The world is still spinning but it isn’t as fun anymore, and an overwhelming sensation of nausea floods his entire body, making him hot all over as his lids droop and his mouth fills with saliva.

Taehyung kisses his cheek, still not aware of what’s happening.

“Do you want to... come to my dorm for a bit? We can watch movies or something? I also have food in the fridge that I can cook for us to last us the night. All the dining halls are closed so—”

“Taehyung?”

The jock in question closes his mouth, his brows furrowing as he intakes Yoongi’s pale and shaky state. “Hyung? Baby, are you okay?”

Yoongi can’t even swoon over the pet name as his stomach gurgles in protest.

“I-I... I think m’ gonna be sick...” Yoongi mumbles as his cheeks puff out against a sickly burp. He presses his fist to his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries so desperately not to puke in front of his crush??? Boyfriend??? It’s too early to tell but, if Yoongi vomits, this might be the end of it all.

“Ahhh.... shit.” Taehyung jumps to his feet, scanning the bleachers for something that Yoongi can be sick in. Thankfully, he swipes up a plastic bag that had been discarded holding who knows what.

He opens the bag beneath Yoongi’s chin, saliva already dangling from his lip as the crinkling of plastic resonates through the cold fall air. The wind does nothing to soothe Yoongi’s burning hot skin.

“Tae... m’ stomach...” Yoongi groans, the nausea followed by a dull ache that only makes him sicker. Taehyung pouts with sympathy.

“Just... get it up baby... you’ll feel better soon.”

Yoongi doesn’t hear the last of Taehyung’s words as his shoulders roll with a guttural burp, a thick wave of vomit clattering into the bag and nearly filling it up halfway. Yoongi heaves, more chunky puke nearly the same color as the beer he drank creating a small pool into the bag and weighing it down. Taehyung barely manages to keep it together.

He grabs at Yoongi’s other hand for help in holding the back, and with one hand now free, he brushes back Yoongi’s soft, light brown fringe, hissing through his teeth as Yoongi’s stomach clenches visibly beneath his jacket. More puke spurts from Yoongi’s lips, the bag overflowing with his vomit and soaking Taehyung’s fingers. The jock bites back a grimace as his eyes scan the bleachers in a panic for another makeshift puke bucket. He ends up finding nothing and resorts to dumping the bag to the grass below, opting for a wet but empty piece of plastic.

“Let it out baby, everything’s gonna be okay.”

Meanwhile, Yoongi is living through his worst nightmare.

Not only is his stomach a hot mess, but he’s not so drunk that he doesn’t realize what’s happening. After this, Taehyung will no longer want to speak to him again, let alone see him in class.

How disgusting can he be?

“T-Tae... I’m... I’m-blech.”

Yoongi gurgles out a few mouthfuls of vomit, his stomach convulsing as he continues to puke up nothing but bile and saliva. Taehyung rubs calm, soothing circles in his back as his spine curves from the force of his puking, his eyes wet and overflowing with unshed tears.

“Don’t speak hyung, just get it all out first.”

Yoongi whines, a few tears falling as he coughs wetly into the bag that isn’t nearly as full as it was before. Yoongi gags helplessly as nothing more comes up, but his head continues to hang low, unable to face Taehyung at the moment.

But once Taehyung realizes that Yoongi must be done he ties up the bag and wipes his sticky hands on his jeans, reaching into his bag for a few towelletes that his mother had given him before he left off to school. The package hasn’t even been opened, as Taehyung never thought he would have to use them, until now.

“Here hyung, you can wipe your mouth with... hyung, baby why are you crying?”

Yoongi sniffles, more tears escaping him as he descends further and further into the realms of never ending embarrassment. Yoongi is so ashamed that he doesn’t even think he can speak right now, let alone think of something useful to say.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... I’m so gross and I just wanted to impress you and make you think that I drink all the time when really I’ve only had wine and never enough to actually make myself drunk and I was so surprised when you asked me out that I thought it might be a joke and now I’m really hoping it was because I know you probably hate me now and I’m just... I’m so sorry Taehyung...”

Taehyung’s jaw has dropped, his face etched with incredible disbelief.

“A... a joke? Hyung, I wasn’t joking when I asked you out. I did it because I actually like you and... I’m sad that you thought you had to go as far as to get really drunk to impress me but... I think I’m flattered?” Taehyung says cautiously with a small smile. It’s sweet, and endearing, and even though Yoongi’s stomach still hurts, it kind of makes him giggle too.

“I get it if you don’t want to see me again... I mean, who would? I got puke on your shoes.”

Taehyung looks down at his sneakers to see, yeah, a tiny splash of vomit on the tip of his converse. But he honestly doesn’t really give a shit. To him, he’s spending time with the coolest, cutest, most talented kid in school. There’s no other place he’d rather be.

“You know hyung, I was there, at the recital. You were so amazing. Every time I saw you around campus I got so intimidated, it also doesn’t help that you’re so cute. I’m really happy that you said yes.” Taehyung says earnestly as he uses his sleeve to wipe away at Yoongi’s tears, since his hands are still kind of gross.

Yoongi sniffles, looking up with wide eyes, shocked, his cheeks reddening as Taehyung takes care of him so effortlessly.

“You... you saw me?”

Taehyung nods with the brightest, boxy smile on his face. “Yeah! I love the music showcases because everyone in them is so good but you? You took my breath away. I never thought I would get the courage to ask you but... my friends kinda bribed me to do it. I wanted you to hear it from me instead of them being assholes and telling you how much I was crushing on you.”

Yoongi chuckles, breathless. His cheeks are flushed and his skin has somewhat returned to its usual color, even if he is still super dizzy.

Taehyung had known who he was? Before they even met?

Yoongi experiences a chill then, his hands wrap around his torso as he shivers. Taehyung quickly discards of his jacket before pulling it around Yoongi, his cheeks still a faint pink.

“Let me walk you to my dorm. It’s cold and dark out, and I also have some really good remedies for bad hangovers.” Taehyung offers softly, his voice tinged with hope that Yoongi will say yes. He does in fact, say yes, and when Yoongi feels even better, he borrows one of Taehyung’s jerseys and they cuddle on the couch, warm and so much happier than before. And if Taehyung’s teammates clown him once they see Yoongi leaving his room at the crack of dawn the next day, he doesn’t say anything about it. Frankly, he doesn’t care. He’s kind of in love, and nothing can change that.

Even if their first official date was filled with puke.

But thankfully, they go on many more dates to make up for that one, and when Taehyung asks Yoongi to be his boyfriend, Yoongi of course says yes. And when people ask how they met, Yoongi groans, and Taehyung just laughs, because they both know that whoever asked, is in for a long story.

A/N: sorry for disappearing. i can’t promise that i’m back officially, but i hope this makes up for some of that time!

[jd07201990]

I tried to save him, I really did! But Coach, man is he one powerful dude… Coach, and the rest of the team, even my best fr…. frien…. Bro… Ky caught on fast, and tricked the hell outta me! I thought I was being slick, sneakin’ around finding all kinds of fucked up shit, tryin’ to get Ky back, but fuuuuck! Coach caught me in his office and fuckin’ screwed me up BIG time!

Ah, no, not again… not again! I have to control this, if I can just keep my mind, I can save Kyle and myself, we can get back to our old selves… But, Kyle, he even helped them Jock me up! He played along with me, egging me on, pretending to be scared, but, they really did turn him into just a big dumb smelly brute! And now, I joined him, all because I couldn’t see through his act, and Coach has the whole team trained to catch guys like me. It had taken weeks to convince Ky… Kyle, that he isn’t Donkey, the team’s Quarterback. He’s been lumbering around school, and in town, eating up the attention, screwing his way through all the pretty girls and even some of the hotter gay dudes. You could hear him coming, then smell him, as he stomped around with his humungous dawgs, reeking up the place. He seemed to enjoy his pretty boy good looks, reveling in the attention, despite having hated guys like that before. But I finally broke him free of it, or so I thought, long enough to hatch a plan to get him back to normal.

We snuck into the locker rooms after all the players, Kyle included, finished practice. God, the humid, dank musty stench made me cough, Kyle pretended to hate it as well, as we broke into Coach’s office at the other end. I was picking the lock, when Kyle raised one of his thick legs, and kicked the door in, his cleat leaving indented prints in the door. I should have known something was up, Kyle isn’t a violent guy, but I ignored it and entered.

We snooped around the office, checking out every inch for a clue on how to turn him back, to free him of the control Coach has over him, when suddenly, as I was leaning over the desk, Ky grabbed me, crushing the air from my chest, and stuffed a slimy piece of plastic in my mouth!

I gagged, trying desperately to spit it out, but my jaw seemed to clench over it, and I found my tongue lapping at the goo all over the chewed surface. It tastes rank, like an old gym sock smells, rancid and sour, then changed to a sickly strong, bleachy flavor I immediately recognized as being cum! I tried to spit it out, tried to vomit, but my tongue lashed helplessly at it, drinking down the slime, and as it seeped down my throat, it burned, feeling as if I’d caught a sudden bout of Strep.

I could feel my body shaking as the mouth guard dissolved, my head going fuzzy, images of the team, of Ky, sweaty and aggressive after practice seemed to swim through my cotton candy filled mind. I found myself lapping at the flavors as they switched between distinct funk, and sweet, savory cum. I could suddenly tell the difference between them all. Feet, pits, jock ass, balls…. And I was enjoying it more and more, as my mind let go and sank into a twisting spiral.

Oh, no, that wasn’t my mind! That was the spiral on the computer screen Ky had sat me down in front of! Then, I head a deep, dreadful voice, Coach, congratulating Ky on his catch, and heard Ky grunting, and a sudden warm splatter on my arm told me Ky had just creamed himself. I couldn’t look, but I saw the door shut as Coach lead Ky out, and then came back for me.

I was shaking as words and images of football, chicks, muscle, sweaty guys, raunchy sex seemed to meld and twist into my head from the screen, and Coach sat there, goading me on, telling me all of the things I’d now enjoy more than anything else. Worshiping the team, being the team’s stress reliever, wanting desperately to be like them. I teared up, struggling to keep these things out of my head as they seemed to rip away at it, filling in deeply. The screen changed to plays, the field, grunting, running, working out, male, masculinity, virile aggression, the need to be a man! And I wanted it all, I was losing the fight, when in a flash, the screen went blank, and I realized the mouth guard was totally gone, dissolved down my dry, ragged throat.

“Fu…. Fuck bro….. the fuck you do to me Coach!?” I rumbled in a dim, dull sounding sexy timbre, the voice of a Jock, the kind that causes girls to cream themselves, and gay bros to bend over for you!

“Fuuuuuuuck! No!! Fuck!” I tried again and again to stop the words, I couldn’t control my own vocalizations, dumb bro speak pouring from my mouth anytime I tried to talk.

Coach went into a speech about loyalty, and how boys in this school who get caught doing anything against their star team, will find themselves joining. He was rummaging through a wardrobe on the other side of the room while he went on and on about the team, about my new position as a Tight End, making a lewd joke about how Donkey, I mean, Ky, and the team could use one, and how I’d find it difficult to say no. He came over with a few more items, while I tried to get up from the chair. I was sweating with the effort, when he grabbed my shirt and hiked I up and off me.

He grabbed a bottle of what looked like sun screen, and squirted a large blob into my chest, rubbing it in with hard, rough hands, making sure every inch was covered and shining in the oily goop. Then he went to town on my nipples, rubbing, twisting, pulling, pinching, all while he mentioned a surprise as well, as I leaked precum from the nipple stimulation into my pants. Then stopping, and rubbing a little oil into the rest of my torso, then my legs, arms, back, all the way down to my toes and up my neck. Not as much as my chest though.

Then he made me strip and tucked me into a jockstrap and cup, pair of purple shorts, a large, dirty pair of cleats, pads, but left the helmet on the rack in the wardrobe, and ordered me into the locker room, then the workout room with all of the heavy equipment. He put me through the most rigorous workout, yelling at me to work harder, lift more, run faster, pullups, sit ups, bench press, and all manner of grueling exercises. I was drenched by the end of it, feeling my pulse in my entire body, as well as realizing that the uniform I was in, was too tight. Especially in the chest and shoulders.

He finally released me, just as Donkey… I mean, Ky, uh, Kyle, came back, dripping sweat from his Bieber cut pretty boy hair, instantly filling the room with his… fucking, sexy… fuck… fuck no.. No! Not that!!! Anything but…. But…. Fuuuuuck......

I ended up licking him clean, from toes to neck, worshiping his muscles, sucking 2 thick, heavy loads from his balls After he left, I sat, sweating, my chest was now a true pair of man tits, big juicy nips perking up from the meaty pecs. I was panting as coach put some headphones in my ears, and with a sneer, told me to get ready for the surprise. He reached for my nipple, squeezed in between his fingers, and twisted, it hurt like a bitch, but I instantly moaned, my eyes going glazed as I filled my jockstrap and cup with a thick, creamy load of jock jizz. I was Tits now, the team’s sweat slurping, nipplegasming Tight End.

[byicarus]

   sydney had never anticipated falling in love with another sigma chi member, let alone a pledge... but maddox was an exception to plenty of rules for sydney. he never let himself catch feelings. maddox had taken a sledgehammer to that rule, too. he never did anything in public, but maddox had him doing utterly filthy things in front of a crowd. sydney didn't care. he would've given maddox anything he wanted anywhere at anytime. he was devoted to maddox, no matter the circumstances. "might be a mixed bag. might have to prove myself to a few of 'em — which i don't mind. all it'll take is a few seconds of me deepthroating their cock, and they'll get the message loud and clear," sydney replied. his plump ass jiggled as maddox's hand came down with a smack. there was a bright red mark left on his pale cheek in the shape of his younger lover's hand. he couldn't wait to be marked up — hickeys and handprints left on his skin to remind of their escapades together. "we're gonna start our own little movie collection, huh? i bet you'll put 'em on while we fuck sometime. 'cause you know you're gonna love seeing your little slut goon out over your teammate's rank feet and sweaty balls," sydney chuckled. "who knows? maybe i'll even sneak in there one day without you knowing while you're all showering. and maybe you'll come back and find me huffing away at some sweaty jocks and dirty socks. now, what would my daddy do?" he was tempting him, eager to have maddox push him right back down to his place. sydney was sure that he could see right through his little game. "of course, i'm your little cock fiend. 'm a fuckin' gooner for cock. all your friends can use me, breed me. anyone you want, i'll wrap my legs around them. i'll let them fill this tight little pussy up with as many loads you let them, daddy. you'll be so proud of your pretty little girl, you'll have to break out a sharpie to keep track of all of the loads," sydney went on. there was a hunger to his voice, a desperation that no one had ever witnessed before — the partygoers, his sigma chi brothers, maddox. he was thankful that maddox knew how to handle someone with a sexual appetite like himself. sydney never felt better now that maddox had eased his fears about being too much. maddox made him feel like a princess — the sluttiest princess albeit — and sydney loved to bask in that glory. “i need it, daddy. i need you and your friends to knock me up, i wanna feel two of your friends stretching my pussy out while you take a leak in me. i wanna feel your piss leaking out around all those fat cocks,” sydney begged. “those feet would have me busting in no time. you give me enough time, and i’m pretty sure i could shoot a load from each and every last one of ‘em. i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? me fucking all those feet ‘til i bust. let me do that, and i’d do anything filthy thing you asked of me. i’m sure i’d be giving tongue baths all night,” the raven-haired said with a chuckle. “i’ll earn it, daddy. you know how slutty i can get it. you can lock my cock up if you have to. you can slip a vibrator inside me too… whatever you want, you just name it,” sydney went on. he was a mess, but he was maddox’s mess most importantly. he could play every role he needed to play: innocent angel, insatiable slut, the trophy wife, a pump-and-dump whore. “i was waiting on you, daddy,” sydney declared. “i needed you from the second i saw you. you can’t hide that big ass cock. i need to take care of it… and now, here i am, getting ready to service all your friends.”

"i do like teasing you. i can't say i didn't like it, knowing you were probably running off to your dorm and rubbing one out to me," sydney answered with a soft giggle. "i don't give a shit what anyone thinks. when you walked in here, you acted like you owned the place, and i fuckin' never have seen something so sexy. i mean, you and that fucking tank top. i can't tell you how badly i wanted to come over and just bury my face in your pits." it was a lot to reveal, but maddox had laid it all out to bare too. sydney knew they needed that bond to continue on, to grow even more powerful together. it was how sydney knew he met his match. they revealed their filthiest desires to each other, and they didn't judge each other. "i'll wear something pretty that'll piss him off. definitely a skirt so you have easy access to this pussy at all times. i wanna break in every room, and then when we're done, i wanna do it all over again. hell, you can fuck me up against a window for the neighborhood to see for all i care," sydney went on. it was nonchalant for sydney. he wasn't ashamed of it; he wasn't above begging for something he wanted. he would go to any lengths to make maddox happy; his own happiness would definitely come from seeing maddox so blissed out. plus, he knew that maddox would never leave him unsatisfied. maddox stepped up and took his leader role serious. sydney had never seen anything so sexy in his entire life. his cock twitched, pre-cum splattering down onto the carpeted floor. "wow, two big cocks, huh? love a challenge," sydney announced. all the freshman huddled around the trio, and sydney was in heaven. this was what he was meant to do. maddox needed to see how desperately slutty he could get, how eagerly his little whore would follow his directions. his tongue raked across benji's curled toes, sucking gently. "you're fuckin' sexy, benji. you've got a nice body, and don't get me started on those feet," sydney hummed, looking up at the two boys with dazzling green eyes. "oh, you wanna wreck this tight little cunt too, huh?" he remarked smugly. "you can use my daddy's cum as lube. bet you're a rambunctious little thing, a closet freak under there. bet you're into hair-pulling and spitting and all that good stuff.. that's why my daddy picked you, right? i'm sure you've got tons of bitches you slut out all the time, benji." sydney hummed. he was trying his best to inflate the younger boy's ego, help him boost his confidence. then waltzed up the bulkiest freshman he'd ever seen from the corners of his eyes. he introduced himself as ace, and immediately his attention was on benji. he was down on his knees for benji soon enough, hand wrapping around his cock. "why not make it more fun? let's all three stretch your little slut out. give this senior slut all the freshman dick he can take," ace suggested with a smirk. sydney's eyes widened at the thought, but the feet before him were far too much for him to care about anything else for too long. he was finally getting a chance to fuck them. he'd been eagerly waiting so long; now, the moment was finally here. sydney's cock slid between those soft feet, his hands holding them in place. his rhythm started slowly and steady as simon and corey made their way over to face him. their cocks hung low and long, and they were basically begging to be sucked. "i won't disappoint you, daddy," he promised. he finally released his grip on those feet and let his rhythm grew faster and faster. hands wrapped around the bases of each boy's cock. his lips parted as slowly took simon all the way down his throat in one go. he bobbed his head along the length, tears forming in his green eyes. he worked through his gag reflex, though tears started to fill his eyes. all the while, his free hand worked corey's length. he pulled back for a second, leaving a sloppy kiss to the tip. sydney found the camera and made eye contact. his green eyes rolled into the back of his head. "you'd better tell my daddy thank you for slutting me out," he whispered as he moved his attention to corey.

maddox didn't think that a dirty frat house was at the top of anyone's list of places to fall in love — but there he was, gazing into sydney greene's eyes as though he was frozen in time. "you think they'll be surprised, princess? or do you think they'll take one look at that fat ass and know you were born to take cock, just like i did?" maddox said through a smirk, delivering a playful smack to the other's rear. he couldn't explain how he could find the boy of his dreams and want to share him with others, but he didn't need to. the desire he felt, boiling in the pit of his stomach, was enough to tell maddox that it was just how things were meant to be — he never thought of himself as normal, and certainly sydney hadn't either. perhaps that was what attracted them to one another in the first place. "i would love it so much that i would have to film it every time, even though it's gonna happen again and again... i can't wait to see it, baby. the sight of you with all those sweaty feet on your face, or stuffed to the brim with cock, or guzzling down all that piss — it'll be enough to get me off without even having to touch you," the younger boy admitted without issue. maddox wasn't ashamed of his needs, no matter how peculiar or perverted they might have seemed. "and that's why you're such a good girl, isn't it? you're a good girl who begs to be ruined, who spreads her legs and lets daddy's friends have a turn with your tight little pussy 'cause you need it... you need all those boys, all that thick cock breeding you full 'til you get your fix. you're daddy's little cock fiend, aren't you?" no matter how bashful sydney seemed, or how innocent he pretended to be — maddox knew what truly lied beneath the surface, and that was why he was the perfect fit for the older boy. anyone weaker, who couldn't understand that sydney's sexual appetite was apart of his charm, and not a deduction, simply wouldn't have worked. "gonna keep my cock in you while the other boys do whatever they want, princess. they're gonna feel my cock against theirs, gonna feel my piss leaking out around their dicks and making them filthier than they already are... and i bet those feet will be what pushes you over the edge, huh? you'll think you've got it all under control, but then i'll tell the boys to put their feet on your face and you'll be gone," maddox rambled, clearly caught up in his fixation. "if that's what you want, you'll have to earn it. i'll have all the boys on the benches with their sweaty feet kicked up, and you'll have to go down the line and worship 'em all before i let them fuck your feet — starting with me, of course." sydney wanted to be used, not treated like an innocent angel who couldn't handle what he desired. only maddox was capable of giving that to him — not one of the other senior frat boys, not anyone else on campus. "you're gonna be everything for me, baby — you're gonna be it," maddox promised, tenderly stroking the older boy's cheek. "i'm gonna take you out, show you off and make everyone jealous... but i'm also gonna share you when i want, make you feel like a dirty little slut when i know that you need it. whatever you've been waiting on, you've found it in me."

"i know that now, but goddamn... in the beginning, it felt like you were toying with me just because you could," maddox confessed. "i would have never thought that you wanted me. you're so fucking hot, and i was pretty sure that your friends' opinion of me would have ruined any shot i had with you — even if they are a bunch of fucking losers." it was a rare moment for maddox, one that showed his age and inexperience. normally, he would have hated to be so vulnerable — but he already felt comfortable with sydney. even if that was a rookie move, it was one that he couldn't prevent. "just wait 'til i take you home, princess. i'm gonna fuck you in every room of that fucking house, make sure my dad knows that his only son is dicking down a senior... he would fucking die if he knew what was happening in his precious sigma chi house," he chuckled. soon enough, sydney was surrounded by at least eight more freshmen — each of them exposed, rock hard, and stroking their impressive cocks. maddox knew some better than others, but they'd all managed to bond over all they were subjected to at the hands of sigma chi seniors. they sort of flocked to him as their leader, envious of the way he disregarded the older boy's disdain for him and ignored their orders. they would have done whatever he asked of them — and boy, if he didn't have a treat for them. "hm, the biggest cock? i can do better than that — simon and corey, you're up," maddox decided with a smirk. the two boys stepped up to bat with excitement in their eyes, letting their hard cocks bounce in the air as they waited for sydney to make the next move. "and... noah, get your phone out and go live. i'll make it up to you later." maddox called the shots like he was born to do it, his voice strong and unwavering as he arranged the freshmen into their various positions. once everyone was where he wanted them, he turned his attention back to sydney and benji. "y-you think i'm hot?" benji stuttered, curling his toes just to tempt the other boy. "i wanna cum on his cunt... after you fuck him, i want him to keep his legs spread for me. a-and i want ace to suck me off before i bust my next nut in your little slut's pussy." maddox couldn't lie — he was proud of his little benji. he knew the boy had a crush on ace sine initiation night, and he was finally making a move. maybe he was meant to be a leader. "well, you heard him, slut. you gonna let benji here fill that cunt a little more after daddy? and how about you, ace? you prepared to suck him off for a chance to use my little whore?" maddox quipped, the proud smirk never leaving his lips. his attention quickly returned to sydney, watching with glee as each of the senior's got a taste of their own medicine — and live for the whole campus to see, at that. "you're a fucking dream, princess... you know that? i think you've more than earned to bust your nut all over mine and benji's feet," he announced, moving to cross his and benji's feet at the ankles. it was the perfect position for sydney to stick his cock between one of each, to feel their soft soles and sweaty toes drag along his pretty cock until he was spurting white ropes across their skin. "well, what are you waiting for? you've got freshman feet to fuck, and two cock's to service... you've got a full plate, princess. show daddy you can handle it."

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