After fucking the bitch ex-leader of the jocks for three hours straight with your new yard-long cock, you both finally go to sleep.
Waking up the next day at 7:30, you realize that you slept at Nevalta's place and run home before he even wakes up. You get dressed, shit, jack off, eat a
massive breakfast, and run back to Nevalta's house just as he starts to wake up. You forgot to shower, but that hardly matters. Your manly odor will just
attract the girls and give the faggots a stiffy. Chuckling as you imagine fucking your old friends, you force Nevalta out of bed and tell him to hurry and get
ready for school.
"But why... school doesn't start in an hour and I'm always late anyways..." You give him a look so intimidating, he jumps out of bed and rushes for his
morning rituals like his life depended on it. Then you look in the mirror and remember how powerful you are. Yeah, his life probably does depend on it, you
think.
By the time he comes back, you're in a self-worship session, and being interrupted doesn't make you happy. "About time, fucker. No wonder our football
team are such lazy bastards, with you leading them." The team is actually one of the best in the nation, but none of them has a fraction of the power you
have in one of your unstoppable arms. "Let's get the fuck over there and get me introduced to those worms."
You run to school, Nevalta just barely keeping up with your titanic legs as they leap across roads and leave mini-craters in your wake. By the time he
catches up to you, you had been waiting at the school building for several minutes. "Took you long enough, faggot. I've been waiting for half an hour!" You
lie, but Nevalta hardly notices because he is breathing heavily, struggling to keep up with your unrivaled speed. “Now introduce me to the other jocks,
fucker.”
Nevalta rounds up all the weaklings in the team and tells ‘em, “Remember Kyle? He’s one of us now. Actually, he’s replacing me as our leader.” The team
chatters among themselves, curious how you got this way and why Nevalta is giving up his position so easily.
You look down on thier ex-leader, “And why am I our new leader, fucker?”
“Because you are the strongest one of us,” he says. I continue to stare down on him, my intimidating presence unnerving some of the jocks. “Your strength
is godly, inhuman, unbelievable; no one on this Earth can stand up to your power. You could hold the entire team down with just one of your immortal arms.
You do what you want, fuck who want, and nobody can stop you because you are just too strong for us normal people! You’re so sexy, the entire human
population would serve you like a slave because of how perfectly handsome you are, how amazing your muscles are, your rugged face, powerful voice, blue
eyes, blonde hair… you can seduce anyone on this planet! If they don’t obey you, you can rip their pitiful bodies apart with a slight flex of your beastly arms
or smash them into a gory pulp with your destructive legs. You’re greater than any living or dead creature, the Greek gods look like twinks compared to
you! Your beastly power is infinite, incomprehensible, too much for us to even imagine! That is why you our leader, Kyle! You are a true god, you hold the
power to kill anyone and fuck anyone, you can wreck the largest monuments with no effort. You are our leader, Kyle, you are our god!”
Nevalta came in his shorts and fell to the ground, spasming as the thought of your power overwhelmed him. Most of the others in the team did the same,
and only a few jocks stood standing. Even these last few 100% “straight” jocks couldn’t resist your power and shit themselves as they struggled to deny their
gay feelings for you. You snicker at these pitiful mortals, each man only possessing a meager fraction of your brutal strength. You wonder what to do next.
You have already secured your place as leader of the jocks with your superior looks and unmatched strength, but how about seducing some of the
cheerleaders who always ignored you? You could visit your sexy ex and show off your new magnificence, or flirt with some of the female teachers. Or maybe
you might get back at the bullies or mess around with a nerd? You haven't introduced yourself to the coach, either.
You think of all the possibilities, and decide to…