The sound of air brakes screeching nearby distracted the villain. He stepped away as the swimmers took their turns.
Bruno was having a long lingering go at Chad. The swimmers and wrestlers in line behind him were complaining:
"Hurry up, Bruno!"
"C'mon, swim fag, let a real man sack the quarterback."
"Dude, hurry up, I'm ready to blow!"
The villain reappeared. He looked somewhat alarmed. Was Bruno Chad's true love? No, he wiped his brow. The expression of pain and disgust on Chad's face told it all. Chad might be Bruno's true love, but the feeling wasn't mutual.
"Okay, Bruno, you're done now. The line just got a lot longer. Pull out, already!"
Plop!
"Yeah, sure. I'm going to get back in line," Bruno mumbled as he slumped away.
Dan the real man had already taken Bruno's place.
The villain squatted down next to Chad's head.
"Sorry, blonde, thought the males in the school would be done with you in a couple hours, but it's a proximity spell. And your aura is literally stopping traffic. Any male coming within 200 yards of you is immediately drawn to fuck you. But no worries, only you and I will remember they came here." He chuckled at his own pun. He pointed it out to Chad, "Came here and came here." On the first here, he gestured at the fieldhouse, on the second here, he jabbed Chad's sticky butt cheek as his partners switched again.
The villain continued, "Got a bus load of college football players in line now along with coaches, busdriver, male cheerleaders and a half dozen male motorists that were passing the school."
"College football team? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Mainly to reorient you to being my bottom boy. See I already know that I'm your true love, and once I stick my dick in you, you will know it too."
"Who the hell are you? Should I know you? Why don't I know you? Why I am I just lying here and letting every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck me?"
The swimmers currently humping Chad interrupted, "I'm Larry, not Harry."
The villain rolled his eyes.
"See, Chad, it's all part of the spell. I have to be the last one. Like I said with the other guys getting in line, you're not going to be done for a while. But after a couple hundred cocks blow their loads in you, you will only get hard with a dick up your ass, so you won't even think of trying to top me."
"But I like girls," Chad protested.
"Yes? You think?" the villain asked sticking his index finger in the strand of cum connecting Chad's erect penis to the big puddle of cum beneath it. He took the big dollop of Chad's cum up to Chad's lips, and ordered, "Delicious hot cum straight from your tap. It will be the best thing you ever tasted. Now lick it off my finger. Don't even think of biting."
Chad wanted to say no, but he had to obey. He swallowed the familiar stranger's finger completely. He massaged it with his tongue sucking off every last delicious drop of man juice.
"More, please?"asked Chad hungrily.
"Help yourself, Chad," the villain said gesturing to the puddle. He looked at the line of erect men. This was going to take a while. He saw Chad scoop up a handful of fieldhouse dirt and cum. He was eagerly licking his gooey palm. The villain stood, as he began to walk over to the bleachers to sit down, he had a thought. He turned back and said, "Chad, if you finish your cum, there is a lot more leaking out of your ass." He smirked, and sat down to watch the show.
Most guys would've passed out from the pain after the first hundred guys, but Chad was still taking it like a man. Splooge. He was taking it like a man who enjoyed having his ass plowed. He was definitely getting his hole loosened up, but the spell increased his healing and endurance. He could take a thousand guys.