Deflowering the College Stud

Randy, the college’s reigning super-jock, was doing it again. He was just daring Cal to look down, to scope out Randy’s dick, to see how a MAN was hung.  Randy had that arrogant self-regard that seemed to epitomize so many college stud-boys, that certainty that he was the dick of the yard, the top of the heap, the Big Man on Campus;  and what Cal wanted more than anything was to bring all that self-adulation crashing down around Randy.  What Cal wanted to do was to fuck the hell out of that arrogant prick, to make Randy his bitch, to turn the stuck-up and conceited stud into his personal cum-dump bitchboi.

Yeah, Cal was gay.  He made no effort to hide it.  And because he was gay and out, dudes like Randy naturally assumed he was a cock-hound, that he was constantly looking for some well-hung dude to service, some big fuck-stick to take up his pussy.  And, while that was true enough for a lot of Cal’s gay friends, it wasn’t true for Cal.  No, it wasn’t Randy’s dick Cal was interested in - though it was nice enough, no question about that.  What really turned Cal on, what got his gonads all twisted up, was Randy’s big juicy ass and the hot little pussy that lurked between the muscled butt-cheeks.  That’s what Cal wanted and that’s what he was scheming to get.

He’d fantasized for years what he’d do to Randy if he ever got the chance.  The way he’d tie the young stud-boy up and then torture his perky little boy-tits until the big jock was writhing in pleasure begging to be fucked.  The way he’d make him call Cal, ‘Daddy.’ The way he’d finger Randy’s tight virginal pussy and tell him how he was gonna fuck him, how he was gonna make Randy his bitch, while the boy’s eyes widened in horror, and he struggled to break free.  And then he’d lower his own pants and watch as the stud took in the sight of Cal’s nine-inch cunt-buster, hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum all ready to destroy Randy’s pristine cherry.  

In his mind, Cal could hear Randy begging and pleading, threatening and raging against him, all to no avail as Cal slowly, relentlessly, mercilessly, drove his huge dick all the way up Randy’s untrammeled pussy in one ass-splitting thrust, laughing aloud at the jock as he moaned in the agony of his first penetration. Then he would fuck Randy - fuck him like a bitch, like a cheap whore, using the boy’s lithe, muscular body for his own carnal gratification.  After he’d shot his first load of cum inside Randy’s new pussy, Cal would do it again, and again, and again.  Until Randy’s cunt looked like an open-pit mine after ten years of development, until it gaped open so wide the boy didn’t have a chance of keeping Cal’s cum inside his ruined pussy, until Randy tearfully agreed that he’d be Cal’s girl, his pussy-bitch cum whore, if only Cal would stop fucking him, if only Cal would give him a break and let his twat recover before he fucked him again.

That was Cal’s fantasy.  So far, merely his fantasy.  But, sometimes, fantasies can become reality - if you work at them hard enough.  And Cal had been doing just that.  Already, his preparations were almost complete.  Not this week and maybe not next week, but soon Cal would be ready to put his plan into action.  And once he did, once he’d shown Randy who the MAN was, he’d never have to see that arrogant, challenging sneer on Randy’s face again.  No one would.  He was going to fuck all the arrogance out of the boy.  And just thinking about that gave Cal the most amazing boner - a nine-inch raging hard on that was going to tame and then train his nemesis, that was going to teach Randy just who the MAN was and who was the bitch.  

It was going to be hard for Randy to get used to his new role, but for Cal it was going to be a fucking joy.  Cal was going to enjoy every fucking step that Randy took down the path from the height of his arrogance to the depths of his eventual status as Cal’s obedient girl.  That was going to be a journey worth savoring.  And Cal intended to do precisely that.