Sitting atop Jeff with his massive drooling cock bound in his damp jock, Simon smirked down at Jeff. He reached down and peeled the fabric back, allowing his fat salami of a dick to flop out onto Jeff’s chest.
“Dude just shut the fuck up and be a man!” He growled, using a meaty hand to rub his pre over Jeff’s chest before running his cockhead along Jeff’s lips.
Jeff tried to move his face, the scent and feeling of thick sticky pre oozing all over made him shudder, but he couldn’t resist taking a tiny lick of his lips. Simon’s pre was salty, yet sweet, and immediately Jeff’s tongue lapped out to collect more. After licking his lips clean, is eyes widened as he felt his stomach churn, the pre absorbing fast.
“S… Simon please…” he whimpered, turning his head away from the fat meat sitting only half hard on his chest.
“NO dude! You’re gonna take it like a man or I’m gonna fucking make you!” Simon yelled, rocking Jeff’s body with deep rumbling vibrations.
“Simon I can’t take it! Please let me go! I swear I won’t sa…” He managed to squeak out before Simon sat up and gripped his throat, hefting him up to his feet.
“Fuck you’re fucking annoying! Whiny shit! “Simon please!” he mocked, "Fuck you sound like suck a wimp! I know what you need!” Simon had an evil grin on his face, and before Jeff could do anything, Simon pried his mouth open with one hand and spat in his mouth. The wad slipped easily to the back of Jeff’s throat, and soaked in as Jeff gagged and wretched.
“Uck! Fuck Simon that’s fucking….” He yelled as Simon dropped him, but he gripped his throat as it burned, feeling as if he’d suddenly caught Strep.
“The… the fuck did you do!” he again tried to plead, but he couldn’t quit swearing, and his voice was hoarse and gravely. He could feel his throat expand under his hand, his Adam’s apple stretching outward and he yelled, the yell going from higher pitched, cracking, then plummeting to that deep base, nearly matching Simon himself!
“Fu… fuck! Fuck what’d you fucking do bro!” He bellowed, his voice rumbling out as Simon grinned stupidly at him and thumped him on the chest.
“Fuck yeah dude! Soundin’ like a man! Stinkin’ like a man! You’re gonna be a Jock bro in no time dude!” Simon said with malice.
Jeff couldn’t believe it, but it was true, he tried to say things, and they twisted to primal cursing and simple sentences, rumbling out of him in a deep base, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He desperately looked around the locker room for a way out, but he knew the doors were locked, and the only other way out was a window 2 stories high. He’d never make it out!
He curled his fists and yelled, punching Simon in the pec, which barely even caused him to flinch. His fist felt like he’d hit a wall.
His stomach continues to growl and churn with the pre he'd swallowed, but he was far to distracted with his anger and desperation at being trapped by his old friend. What would happen if he couldn't get away in time, would he be converted like Simon? Forced to be a dumb jock forever? His stomach flipped and released a tiny belch, forcing him to taste the pre once again, the effects unknown to Jeff.