You smile as you order his legs to stop. Jack's expression turns from aggression and anger to surprise. "Woah!" he says, catching his balance, trying to stop from falling over.
"Time for a little payback, Jackie Boy," you say, and you order his hands up to his hoodie. Jack involuntarily pulls it off, revealing the jock's tanned arms with a thin but noticeable layer of brown hair over them. They were sculpted up to his biceps, thick, meaty football arms that had control over his sport.
Jack throws the hoodie to the side. "Oh what was that?" He asked, his breathing intensifying out of his surprise and fear of what his body is doing. "I didn't do that just now, did I?"
He turns to you with a look of pleading. "What's going on?" he says.
"You're under my control," you tell him, smile widening. "I can do whatever the fuck I want, now, and what I want is for you to get out of those clothes."
"Huh?!" Jack says, his demeanor quickly turning to a submissive, confused and vulnerable man. "Wait, what is going on?" he asks again.
"Kick off those shoes," you say, and order Jack to cross his feet and kick off his tennis shoes.
"Holy shit," he whispers, continuing to pull his socks off.
"And the pants, jock man," you command, Jack quickly unbuttoning as he watches his hands in horror.
He shoves down the jeans to his ankles, revealing his dark grey boxer briefs. Sitting squarely between his legs, his six inch, fat, uncircumcised dick resting in front his fat testicles. Your smile widens. You had never seen the jock this close before, and he was now finally yours.
Jack steps away from his jeans, his face still one of complete surprise. "Wait wait wait wait, what are you doing, Bro? What the fuck is going on?" his voice getting louder and with more fear.
"Don't worry," you say. "Just having a little fun."
You drop your backpack behind you and start walking toward Jack. As you do, you will your clothing off of your body, watching down as your t-shirt, jeans, shoes and socks incinerate off of your body. You're left only in your boxer shorts. You walk to Jack and, ordering him to lift his arms, you slide your hands up his chiseled abs, rest them on his pecs for a moment, then pull the shirt off of him. "No, no, no" Jack whispers.
"Yes, yes, yes," you order into him as you whisper. "Come on, big man, why don't you just give it a try? You've never lusted after a dude before?"
You reach your hands to his package and stroke his underwear, feeling his rod as it begins to stiffen. You stroke it at just the right rhythm to turn the jock on, pushing right where his hot points are. "Ugh," he responds, starting to feel more and more lust for the situation despite being a straight man. "Umm," he says again, his hardening dick approaching the band of his underwear.
"You like that?" You ask, reaching your neck up to kiss his, giving him little taps of kisses as you start to head toward his mouth.
Jack has now shut his eyes, completely lost in the most orgasmic build up of his life.
You push your hands around to the sides of the jock's toned ass and roll his underwear down, feeling the peachfuzz of brown hair across the sides of his asscheeks as you do so. You let the band snap over his dick as it bounces to attention, finally free from the underwear. Jack steps forward to facilitate you pushing his underwear down to the floor, and he steps out of them.
Jack opens his eyes, "don't do it, bro" he pleas. "Don't do it."
"Do it" you order, and with that Jack shoves down your underwear and begins to massage your dick.
You begin to grapple with Jack and feel his body as he does to you, too. You order him to reach his hands to your dick and begin stroking. He looks down at your comparatively smaller dick as tears begin to well up in his face. "Why?" he whispers.
"Bend over," You respond, an you shove the jock back before pushing his head down onto the urinal behind you. he holds on as he bends over. You drag your hands up his legs to his rear and position yourself.
"Please don't do this to me!" Jack pleas, but you smile as you stab your dick into his hole, pushing with as much force as you can muster.
"OH FUCK YEAH!" You shout as Jack whimpers. As you begin pumping, you realized you are fueled just as much by your want to humiliate him as much as your want to cum inside the school's hottest jock.
"You're mine, little man!" You shout. "Every last inch of your being, you're now under my control, let this act be the mark of my dominance. OH FUCK!" You can feel your balls ready themselves before churning, pumping your seed, volley after volley into the jock.
You wish for your body to produce more, to keep going, you have a second, then a third full on orgasm, each better than the one before. Your seed leaks out and dribbles down the jocks legs as he begins to cry. "Stop it please, stop it!" he says between sobs.
You kick his legs and shove the naked jock onto the floor of the locker room as you step back. "Oh fuck that felt amazing!" You roar. "I can fuckin do anything now!"
Jack tries to crawl away on the floor for a moment before stopping of exhaustion. You turn back to him. "Hey fag!" you shout. "Watch this!"