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Danny stood awkwardly in the corner of the locker room, hoping that no one would notice him. The gym teacher had had the bright idea of introducing the class to a new sport each week. Danny had already been pounded by balls during dodgeball, nearly brained during a particularly extreme game of baseball and somehow trapped in the basketball hoop. He didn’t expect today to be any different, especially knowing the sport that was chosen for today. The gym teacher had pointed at a bin full of coloured uniforms and proudly proclaimed that that week’s sport was wrestling. Danny was jealous of Tucker, who had somehow managed an exemption from gym class until the end of term.
Danny had managed to keep out of the scrum that had ensued to grab the best fitting singlet. Luckily, as he was one of the smallest students in the class, a singlet in his size remained at the bottom of the bin. However, now that he was dressed, Danny was embarrassed. The singlets did little to cover his body; in fact, Danny felt more exposed than ever. He glanced down and blushed. Although he wasn’t unfit – being a ghost vigilante kept him in shape – Danny wasn’t confident in his body. The way that the fabric clung to his form, outlining every aspect of his physique, made Danny uncomfortable.
On the other side of the room, the more sporty students were joking around, oblivious to the uniform they wore. Danny supposed that they were used to this type of thing. As he watched them, Dash turned his head and caught Danny’s eye. He gave Danny a vicious grin.
Quickly, Danny looked down. He knew that he needed to keep away from Dash today. Dash took every opportunity he could to bully Danny and he hoped that today was an exception.
“Come on, boys”, the gym teacher said, appearing at the door to the locker room.
There was another scramble as people pushed to get into the gym. Danny followed at the back of the group, wishing he could vanish, but knowing that someone would probably notice his absence. After a few minutes of yelling, the gym teacher managed to calm the students down.
“Line up in two lines facing each other”, the teacher said. “That will be your partner for this class.”
Danny kept the end of the line. He stared down at the ground, listening to the shuffling going on around him. When it quietened down, he looked up to see Dash grinning evilly at him. Danny gulped.
“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked.
“Didn’t you hear the teacher?” Dash mocked. “We’re going to wrestle.”
Danny’s eyes moved over Dash’s body. His muscular arms were on display, but the tightness of the singlet hinted at the well-developed chest beneath it. Worst of all, Danny could see a sizable bulge at Dash’s groin. Dash’s grin widened and he reached over to ruffle Danny’s hair.
“This is going to be fun.”
By now, Danny was wishing that he had followed through with his instinct and disappeared, no matter the consequences. Dash was at least twice his size and Danny was sure that he was going to be squashed.
“When I blow my whistle, you will start wrestling”, the gym teacher said, breaking through Danny’s thoughts. “Get ready.”
Instantly, Dash bent down into a wrestling pose. Hesitantly, Danny followed suit. A few seconds later, the whistle blew. Danny didn’t have time to even think before he was on his back on the floor with Dash sitting on his chest. He reached out to push the blond teen off him, but Dash felt like an immovable boulder on top of him. Dash grabbed Danny’s wrists and pulled them above his head. Danny tried to move from under him, but froze when Dash leaned forward and bared his teeth.
“Do you give up?” Dash snarled.
“Yes!” Danny squeaked.
The whistle sounded again and Dash got up. Danny rose as well and moved away from the jock. They stood opposite each other again and waited. When the teacher blew the whistle once more, Danny darted to the side, hoping to surprise Dash and at least have a chance of winning. Dash anticipated his actions and shouldered Danny.
Danny fell on his front on the floor. Before he could get up, Dash was on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Danny let out a low moan and tried to wriggle out, but Dash was still too heavy. As he moved, Danny felt something hard press into his back.
“Wh-what is that?”
Dash slid his arm beneath Danny and around his neck. He flexed his muscles, pushing Danny’s head up. He lowered his mouth to Danny’s ear.
“All this fighting has made me… excited”, he whispered.
Dash shifted and Danny felt the hardness move down his back and press against his ass. Danny began to breathe heavily as his mind brought up images of what Dash’s cock could look like.
Danny was very relieved to hear the whistle again. The moment Dash moved, he sprang up and moved away from him. Dash rose slowly, stretching up to his full height. Danny couldn’t help but see that the Dash’s bulge was notably larger than before. He blushed and looked down, but not before he caught a smirk from Dash. Danny was more embarrassed to notice that his own cock was beginning to chub up as well. He didn’t think he was gay, but the intimacy of the sport was affecting his libido, which was already on a hair-trigger.
Danny was so distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the whistle signal the final wrestling bout. He was only brought out of his reverie when Dash walked over to him, wrapped his arms around him, then slammed him into the mat. Danny squeaked, then gasped as all the air was knocked out of him. Dash was lying on top of him, his knees planted on either side of his body to stabilise himself. He was barely holding Danny down, but Danny was too winded to do anything but lie there.
Dash shifted his position slightly, causing his groin to rub against Danny’s cock. Without thinking, Danny let out a quiet moan. He froze when he saw Dash’s white teeth flash into a smile.
“If you want some more, Fenton, come find me”, he whispered.
Before Danny could work out the implications of what Dash was saying, the blond teen was off him. Dimly, Danny was aware of the gym teacher speaking, but he didn’t hear what they were saying. As soon he had caught his breath, Danny pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He watched the other students move towards the locker room and hesitated before following. Instead, Danny walked to a cleaning closet and closed the door behind him. Here, it was quiet and Danny had some time to think.
Danny’s cock was treacherously hard and he was aware that it was Dash – his bully – who had been the cause. Something about the way that Dash had so easily pinned him down made Danny a bit weak at the knees. Danny let out a low groan and his cock pressed against the material of the singlet. He knew he should go back to the locker room, but he couldn’t with his cock this obvious. Danny tried to will his cock to soften, but it had little effect. Each time he moved, the singlet rubbed against his member, increasing his arousal.
Danny had just accepted that he would have to jerk off to get rid of his erection when the door to the cleaning closet opened. Dash stood in the doorway, grinning evilly down at Danny. He stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. Danny shrank back from his bully.
“You know what”, Dash said in a surprisingly reasonable tone, “I thought I’d find you here. I just couldn’t imagine you going to the locker room with that boner.”
His gaze drifted down Danny’s body to where his cock was an obvious lump.
“And you still haven’t gotten rid of it”, Dash said. “How about I take care of it for you?”
“Wh-what?” Danny stuttered, in shock.
Dash took a step towards Danny, who moved away from him.
“For a price, of course”, Dash continued, conversationally. “I’ll look after you if you look after me.”
Danny couldn’t stop himself from looking down to Dash’s crotch. Dash made no attempt to hide his erection; Danny could easily believe that Dash would walk around the locker room in that state without caring what others thought. Dash stepped once more in Danny’s direction. Danny’s back hit a set of shelves. Dash loomed in front of him. He reached out and slid a hand down Danny’s chest until he was lightly touching Danny’s cock. The smaller teen gulped and looked away. Dash’s other hand gripped Danny’s chin and turned him so that they looked at each other.
“Do we have a deal?” Dash said. “I can leave you here with that. It doesn’t look like it’s going to go down anytime soon.”
“You won’t tell anyone?” Danny asked hopefully.
Dash, seeing that Danny was caving, grinned.
“Only if you want me to.”
There was another pause. Danny wasn’t sure what to say, but Dash, it seemed, was content to wait. The slight pressure of Dash’s hand on his cock made up Danny’s mind for him.
“O-okay”, he said nervously.
Dash stepped back from Danny, giving him some space.
“On your knees, nerd”, he ordered, his voice suddenly taking an authoritative tone.
“Why?” Danny asked.
Nevertheless, Danny instinctively responded by dropping to the ground. Dash didn’t reply. Instead he pulled the shoulder straps over and down his arms. Danny stared as Dash’s muscular chest became visible. Obviously, he had seen Dash naked before in the locker room, but he had never truly taken in his physique, in fear that Dash would get angry if he noticed Danny’s gaze on him. Now, Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away as Dash peeled the form-fitting garment off his body. Dash smirked at the look on Danny’s face.
“Do you like what you see, Fenton?” Dash asked smugly, as if he already knew the answer.
Danny didn’t reply. Slowly, Dash pulled the singlet down, exposing a patch of trimmed hair. Danny realised that Dash was going commando; he hadn’t bothered to wear underwear underneath the singlet. Finally, Dash’s cock was freed from its prison. The member bounced up and slapped Dash’s abdomen before bouncing to a stop. As Danny watched, a small drop of precum formed at the slit. His fingers twitched as he thought about touching the cock, but he didn’t move.
Dash quickly pulled down and stepped out of the singlet, leaving him fully naked. Seeing that Danny was mesmerised by his member, he reached down and slid a hand behind Danny’s head. At the touch, Danny blinked, coming out of his reverie, and looked up at Dash. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Dash pulled Danny’s head towards his cock. The tip slid along Danny’s lips before Dash let Danny pull away. Instinctively, Danny’s tongue flicked out to lick up the liquid that had been transferred.
This time, Dash didn’t have to pull Danny towards him; Danny moved of his own accord. Nevertheless, Dash kept his hand on Danny’s head, guiding him as his mouth opened. When his cock slid into Danny’s warm mouth, Dash moaned softly so that he wouldn’t be heard. Danny’s lips sealed around Dash’s cock and his tongue wrapped around the length inside him.
“That’s good, slut”, Dash said with another moan. “I always knew you’d be a good cocksucker.”
Danny blushed. He felt a bit humiliated by what his bully was saying, but another part of him felt a rush of excitement at Dash’s words.
“Take my cock deeper”, Dash crooned.
His other hand joined the first on Danny’s head. Dash applied some pressure, pushing his cock deeper into Danny’s mouth. Danny choked and tried to pull away, but Dash’s grip was too strong. Dash ignored him and moaned as Danny’s throat tightened around his member.
“That’s so good!” Dash groaned. “I’m about to cum!”
Now Dash’s fingers felt like iron bars on Danny’s head. Dash’s muscles bulged as he pulled Danny’s head closer, forcing his cock even more down Danny’s throat. The smaller teen struggled weakly as his face was shoved against Dash’s body. Danny could smell Dash’s musky, sweaty odour.
With one last moan, Dash began to cum. Danny felt his cock throb and his seed slide down his throat. Dash held him in place until his cock began to soften before releasing him. Danny fell back onto the ground, panting heavily. For a few minutes, he wasn’t aware of his surroundings. When he did look up, Danny saw that Dash was dressed once again in the wrestling singlet, his cock hidden away.
“Please”, Danny said, “you said you’d return the favour.”
He was aware of how his voice had taken a whining tone. He was sure that he looked like a mess, but his cock was so hard that he needed release. Danny thought that Dash was going to ignore him and walk out, so was surprised when the blond teen sat on an upturned bucket and stared appraisingly at him.
“Strip”, Dash said.
Danny froze, staring up at his bully. A smile appeared on Dash’s face.
“Come on, nerd”, he continued. “If you don’t want this, I’ll leave you here alone.”
Danny thought about letting Dash go, but his libido was running the show. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, he had scrambled to his feet and began to pull the shoulder straps to his singlet down.
“Give me a show”, Dash interrupted. “If you’re not going to work for your reward, I won’t give it to you.”
Danny wanted to respond that he had just sucked Dash’s cock, but he knew that that would get him nowhere. Instead, Danny began to swing his hips in time to an inaudible tune. Slowly, he pulled the straps off his shoulders, letting them hang by his side. Still dancing, Danny inched the tight-fitting fabric down his body, exposing more of himself. When only his crotch was hidden, Danny turned away from Dash. He pulled off the singlet completely and gave the blond teen what he thought was a sultry gaze. Dash smirked and gestured for Danny to approach him.
When Danny was within arm’s reach, Dash grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap. Danny yelped, but Dash was being surprisingly gentle. His hands moved over Danny’s body, feeling every nook. Danny squeaked as Dash’s fingers slid under his arms to his armpits, then moaned as they moved to rub and pinch his nipples.
One hand remained there, while the other dropped down to Danny’s crotch. Dash stroked Danny’s hard cock for a few seconds, before slipping between his legs. He cupped Danny’s balls in his palm while his fingers reached further back. Instinctively, Danny spread his legs wider to give Dash better access. He yelped when he felt a finger press against his entrance, but Dash moved an arm across Danny’s chest to keep him in place.
Gently, but persistently, Dash worked a finger into Danny’s ass. The smaller teen was tight, so Dash couldn’t get his finger in more than a knuckle, but Danny let out a loud moan and his balls began to rise. Now, the arm across Danny’s chest snaked down to lightly touch Danny’s cock. That was too much for the overstimulated teen. With a groan, Danny’s cock erupted, sending jets of cum onto his chest and Dash’s hand. When Danny’s orgasm subsided, Dash pulled his finger out of his ass and released him, letting Danny slide to the floor.
“You made a mess”, Dash complained, extending his cum-covered hand so that it was in Danny’s face.
Without thinking, Danny’s tongue shot out and he began to lap up his spilt seed. It was only when he heard Dash’s laughter that he realised what he was doing and pulled away. Dash wiped his dirty hand on Danny’s face, then stood up.
“Next time”, he said, staring straight into Danny’s eyes, “I’m going to fuck you, nerd. You’d better prepare your ass so you can take me.”
Danny gulped. He watched Dash walk out of the cleaning closet, but his mind was already imagining what it would feel like to have Dash’s cock pound into him. He knew he had work to do before that could happen.