Power of Love: Part One

One second the day was perfect, clear blue sky, not a cloud to be found, the next…it began to
pour rain. People ran for cover as thunder roared overhead, flashes of lightning dancing between
the new storm clouds. Across the country more storms appeared, causing weatherman
everywhere to wonder how they had missed it.

At the same time, the USS George Washington found itself in the middle of rolling seas. The
massive aircraft carrier had been designed to withstand seas this side of a tropical storm and yet
it found itself being thrown around like a child’s toy. All over the world the seas raged, fishing
boats capsized, oil rigs braced themselves.

Scientists were stuck to the case of the strange events, emergency crews around the world rushed
to help the shocked people, everyone wondering what exactly had brought on the chaos.

Far above the world, in a realm mankind was not meant to experience, an age-old argument
raged on.

“Watch your tone!” Zues bellowed, his hands gripping the sides of his throne, “You risk
incurring my wraith!”

The god’s brother Neptune sneered at him, “Oh your wraith? Color me scared dear brother!”

Zues stood, a bolt of pure energy forming in his hands. High above Dubai rain began to pour,
flooding the city in its place. “Do you wish to die today?” Zues asked his brother.

A trident of pure force formed in Neptune’s hand as he took a step towards Zues. The coastal city
of Kamakura found itself underwater as the tide rose to historic levels instantly. “If I do, it will
not be by your hand?”

The two gods took slow steps towards each other, seemingly ready to fight when a female voice
called out, “ENOUGH!”
Both gods looked to Hera, who glared at them both, “The two of you should know better than
this!” she waved her hand and a portal appeared at their feet, looking down on the mortal plane,
“Look at the chaos you are causing…”

Scenes of tragedy and death flashed before them as the storms and sea took life after life.

Zues opened his hand, his bolt vanishing as the storms began to subside. The trident vanished as
quickly as the seas began to recede again.

“The two of you are acting like children!” she admonished them, “What argument could possibly
be worth so much destruction?”

Both men looked away, seemingly embarrassed by the question.

“Oh, what do you think it’s about grandmother,” a voice chimed in from the other side of the
court, “Little boys measuring again.”

Zues turned on Eros, who was lounging on a velvet kline, “Watch your tongue trickster.”

“Or what?” Eros asked smiling, “You’ll kill me too?” he faked a yawn as he stretched, “You are
going to have to be more creative in your threats.”

Before Zues could respond Hera asked again, “What was the argument this time?”

Neptune looked at her, “What it is always about! He disrespects my power! He does not deserve
to sit on that throne.”

Zues turned to his brother, “I do not disrespect your power, because you don’t have any!”

The two gods growled at each other and once again storms began to form…
“STOP!” Hera declared with an echoing voice, “How many times must you be told, we must not
quarrel amongst ourselves for the mortal plane will be the one to suffer, if you two have a
problem, pick a mortal champion and resolve it through them! I will not have you throwing the
world into chaos because the two of you cannot stand each other.”

Zues laughed, “I have a champion,” he waved his hand and an image of Shazam appeared, “The
mightiest mortal alive, I choose him.”

Neptune smiled as an image of Aquaman appeared, “I have one as well, and he wields my trident
as a weapon.”

Before they could continue there was a comically loud yawn from Eros and both men looked at
him. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you two saying something? Because it was all terribly boring to me.
You two are both addle minded, neither one of you have any real power, you’re all pomp and
circumstance and yo8ur champions are even worse.”

Now both men turned to the younger God, “You don’t even have an earthly champion,” Neptune
said, “You don’t have enough power to create one.”

“Yes, your little arrows might be a fun amusement but you know nothing of real power,” Zues
added.

Eros stood up, “Is that a challenge I hear?” he asked brightly, “I’m always looking to have some
fun.”

“There can be no challenge,” Zues said smugly, “As Neptune said, you have no champion.”

“Well, that is true…” Eros said pondering, “So I guess I’ll just take yours.”

Zues eyes narrowed, “My champion is the most powerful…”

“…man in the realms, “Eros finished, “Yes I have heard it all before, but I think you need a
lesson in what real power is.”

Zues scoffed, “And you’re the one to teach it?”

Eros smiled, “Watch and learn,” he said, “I will not only defeat your champion, but give me three
Earth days and I will have one of my own.”

Zues laughed, “Well this sounds ridiculous, what are the stakes?”

“No outside influence, no divine intervention, and if I win…” Eros said getting closer, “I get one
of your lightning bolts.”

Zues got into Eros’ face, “And if I win, you are no longer allowed in Olympus ever again.”

Eros smiled and held out his hand, “Deal.”

They shook and there was a wave of power as the deal became a sacred pact. Eros looked over to
Neptune, “And don’t worry, when I am done here, I’ll be coming for your pretty little champion
too.”

And like that, he was gone. Leaving Zues and Neptune to wonder if they had made a mistake.
Evan
Let’s play a game.

Take a look at this normal day at Fawcett Central School, just a school hallway, kids everywhere,
which one is me? Is it the guy laughing hysterically while he holds his phone out, filming the
scene? Nope, not me. Is it the tall jock guy pointing as he wipes the tears from his eyes because
he’s laughing so hard? Still not me. Is it the insanely hot guy in the letterman jacket shoving a
kid in their locker? Close, but still not me. Is it the skinny kid struggling not to have his locker
door closed so that he is locked in while the whole school watches?

Yahtzee.

My name is Evan Jackson and I hate my life. No seriously, hate every single part of it. I hate that
I weigh a buck, twenty sopping wet, I hate that my dad skipped out on my mom before I was
born so I never had a male role model to help me fit in with these neanderthals. I hate that I like
guys instead of girls because it makes things like dating impossible in this city. I hate Fawcett
City because it is a backward ass place that seems stuck in the 50’s.

You know how they call things woke? Well Fawcett is the opposite of that, it is asleep, dead
asleep and I am in the middle of its nightmare. Take the gorilla stuffing me in my locker right
now.

His name is Axel and he plays like every sport known to man.
He is a linebacker for the football team, shortstop in baseball
and I think he swims too…all I know is he looks like a fucking
Disney prince and he hates gay people.

It got out I liked guys, which at first didn’t seem so bad because
I didn’t have any friends to start with, so I didn’t have anyone to
freak out. But it seems Axel freaked out because in the past week he has made it his personal
mission to torture me for just breathing. I have been stuffed into a garbage can, had my books
slapped out of my hands five classes in a row, my lunch tossed around like a football before
having it dunked into the trash and now today’s fun, being shoved into my locker as the whole
school laughed and watched.
I assume this is how Christians felt when they were fed to the lions.

One of my legs was half out of my locker but that wasn’t stopping Axel from trying to close my
locker door when finally, someone called out.

“Hey! Let him go!”

Even though I couldn’t see anything but then inside of my locker I knew the voice well…Billy
Batson. He was a senior like Axel, tall, lanky built and cute as all fuck and my personal crush.
Where most guys that looked like him were complete dicks, Billy was the complete opposite. He
always stuck up for the little guy, this wasn’t the first time he had saved me this week…a fact not
lost on Axel.

“Oh, fuck off Batson,” Axel said letting me go, “We’re just having
a little fun with the queer!”

I fell out of my locker and out onto the hall, which of course was
the funniest thing ever to the crowd.

“What’s your damage?” Billy said getting between him and me,
“Why do you have to be such a dick?”

Axel got into Billy’s face, “What’s it to you little man? You his boyfriend or something?”

More laughter from the peanut gallery.

“He’s a human being jackass,” Axel had a few inches and about 40 pounds on Billy but you’d
never know it by the way he stared him down, “Are you so pathetic that all you can do is pick on
someone cause they’re different?”

“He’s a fag!” Axel said pointing at me.

“And you’re a douchebag, but we still accept you,” Billy fired back and the crowd burst out
laughing.

Axel looked around, realizing he was losing the crowd…he glared at me and said, “This ain’t
over fruitcake!” and stormed off. And with the promise of free blood off the table, the crowd
began to disperse.

“You ok?” Billy asked me and I felt my stomach do a back flip.

I nodded, “Thanks, you’re my hero.”

He smiled and I swear my heart skipped a beat, “Just being human…but you might want to stay
out of his way for a while, he seems pissed.”

“He’s always pissed,” I said, putting my stuff back in my locker.

“Look, I have to walk my girlfriend home after school but if you want to wait around, I can come
back and make sure he doesn’t follow you or anything.”

Girlfriend? Well of course he had a girlfriend, look at him!

Sighing I shook my head, “Thanks, I’ll be ok.”

“You sure?” he asked, cocking his head and looking like fifteen times cuter.

I looked away quickly, “Yeah, I got it.”

“Ok, well let me know if he starts anything…” when he saw I wasn’t going to answer he walked
away.
I slammed my locker door, of course he had a girlfriend…fuck my life.

The rest of the day was spent avoiding Axel, luckily, he was one of the golden children of the
school and didn’t know of places like the drama department where the dregs of high school went
and hid from the jocks. I ate my lunch in silence, shouting at myself for even thinking Billy
Batson might have liked me.

He hadn’t been saving me because he thought I was special; he was doing it because I was a
pathetic loser. And the worst part was he was right! I mean who was I kidding, I as nobody, less
than a nobody. I made sure Axel and his goons weren’t following me after school and walked
home. My mom worked nights so I was on my own again.

I made some dinner and sat in front of my computer, wishing I was anyone else but me. I
watched Twitch for most of the night before crawling into bed. I stared at my ceiling, wishing,
praying…for something to change. Anything. I just wanted people to see me for once, the real
me, not the one they thought I was.

I just wanted this to stop.

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As Evan fell asleep a form crept into his room. Not quite of this world Eros materialized and
stood over the boy’s bed with a sinister smile. “Poor boy, Aphrodite was not kind to you, was
she?” He knelt down and pulled a small blade from his side, “Fear not,” he cut the palm of his
hand and golden blood began to pool, “I know better than most, love does not come from the
outside,” drops of the God’s blood fell into the boy’s sleeping mouth as Eros held his bleeding
fist over Evan, “But what is inside.”

Evan moaned in his sleep as he swallowed the liquid.

“I coat my arrows in my blood, it is the secret to my magic,” Eros whispered, “The champion
will be immune to my arrows, so will be my arrow. You won’t see a difference but trust
me…beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
Eros pulled his hand back and healed it as Evan turned over in his sleep, his dreams now a
kaleidoscope of lust and passion. The god faded back into nothing as he waited for his plan to
take hold.

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Evan
I woke up with a throbbing hard on.

This wasn’t any normal piss hardon either, I mean it felt like I was about to fucking shoot! I
kicked my sheets off and went to town, jerking off like it was my first time! I had a great cock, I
mean I know that’s bragging but you know the whole tall, skinny guy stereotype? Yeah, that was
me. I may not be able to build muscle but I had a muscle most guys would kill themselves to
have.

I imagined Billy on his knees, looking up at me…nothing but lust in his eyes…

I groaned as I shot, my load flying over my head onto my headboard. I felt drops hit my chest
and stomach and laughed…wow…that was intense. I got up and showered, feeling better than I
had in a long time. I mean I had no reason; I was about to walk back into the lion’s den and I
knew Axel was going to be waiting…

But for some reason I wasn’t worried.

I took a shower and looked at myself in the mirror as I dried off. I didn’t look any different but
something had changed. I could feel it, right behind my eyes…I smiled at myself and for a
moment I swore…it didn’t look like myself.

“Evan!” my mom called out, “You’re going to be late!”

I looked back and it was just me in the mirror, I shook my head and got dressed, I was just
imagining things.
I got to school and instantly saw Axel. He saw me down the hallway and began to walk towards
me. Being no fool I turned and ran, hoping to lose him. I could hear him chasing behind me as I
panicked, what the hell had I been thinking, I should have called in dead instead of coming to
school. I turned the corner and ducked into the boy’s bathroom…hoping he would chase past.

But as I cowered in the corner, I saw the door slowly open and Axel walk in, “Hey nerd,” he said
walking, “Where you running to?”

“Leave me alone Axel!” I cried out, sounding way more scared than I intended.

“Oh, not so tough when your boyfriend Billy isn’t here?” he said as he kept approaching me, “I
think it’s time you’re taught a lesson.”

“I didn’t do anything to you!” I shouted.

“You’re breathing,” he said, “That’s enough!”

He walked towards me, waiting for me to try to

dash past him. At the last second, I tried to run but
he grabbed my backpack and pulled me back.

“Let go!” I screamed as he tossed me back into the

corner.

“See maybe your problem is your clothes,” he said undoing my belt, “I bet you’d get all the girls
if I tossed you out in the hall naked!”

I began to thrash about but it was no use, he was way stronger than me. I felt my belt get tossed
aside and he pulled my baggy jeans down to my knees. I felt tears form in my eyes as laughed,
“Jesus man…have you ever seen the sun?”
I tried to kick him away but he easily held me down and grabbed my boxers, “I’m sure this will
make you super popular!” he said with an evil sneer and pulled them down, freeing my cock. I
tried to cover myself but he had my arms held above my head.

“Now let’s get you…” he began to say and then looked down and stopped talking.

He froze in place, just staring. It took me a second to realize he was looking at my cock.

“Get off!” I said as I attempted to pull my arms down but he held them there, just staring.

“Your cock…” he said faintly, “Fuck your cock…”

I was almost hyperventilating, terrified at what he was going to do next.

“How…” he asked, looking into my eyes and then back down, “Oh shit…” he moaned as he let
my arms go.

I stumbled back and began to pull my boxers up and he called out, “No! Don’t!”

I froze, he was really staring at my cock.

“W-why…why is it so fucking big?” he asked, sounding more shocked than I felt. I didn't know
how to respond; I could feel my face grow red as he just stared. He looked up at me with wide
eyes, "Can I..." he seemed to be struggling to finish, "Can I...oh fuck not a fag...but..."

What the hell was going on? I tried to move and when I did, he followed my cock like a dog
follows a bone. I moved again and his eyes never wavered.

“Why…why can’t I stop…” he panted, out of breath.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a panic, was this a setup?

He looked at me with panicked eyes, “Please let me go…I’m sorry!”

Let him go?

“I’m not doing anything!” I exclaimed and tried to pull my boxers up again.

“Don’t!” he cried out, grabbing my boxers and keeping them around my ankles.
“Please…please…” he moaned, just staring up at my tool.

He sounded like he was in agony...wait a second...this couldn't be happening, could it? I looked
up and saw myself in the mirror and instead of me I saw some blond guy with curly hair…he
was gorgeous! He smiled and me and gestured to Axel and mouthed, “Do it.”

I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it; he whimpered as he watched my hand move up and
down my hardening shaft.

As it got bigger his eyes got wide, “Oh god…no…stop…” he sounded like he was crying as he
practically knelt ay my feet, praying to my cock.

“You like this?” I asked confused, he nodded silently and then realized what he had done.

“No, I’m not a faggot…I…I…”

His voice trailed off as a drop of precum formed at my tip. He actually shook as he watched it
pool, his tongue licking his lips…

“You do like this!” I said, slapping his face lightly with my cock, seeing what he would do. He
flinched but the moan that came out of his mouth when I did it was hungry, “Fuck…please,
please let me go…”
I slapped him again, a little harder, “You like this, Axel? You like my dick?”

He frantically nodded as he said, “Not a fag…” his lounge out now as he tried to lick it when it
impacted his face.

“Ok,” I teased, “If you aren’t gay, I’ll stop…”

"Fuck, man." He finally stuttered. "Fucking hell." I smiled, feeling a sense of power I had never
felt before. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, watching as Axel's face grew red with
longing.

“Do you want me to continue?” I asked.

“I-I…” he gritted his teeth and tried to fight it but I could see the way he looked at my cock, “I
need…oh god…” he sobbed as he reached out and then pulled his hand back, “No…not a fag…”

I was fully hard now and Axel looked at my cock like a mouse would at a snake, “Just ask, ask
nicely and I’ll consider it.” I said softly, reaching out and resting my hand on his shoulder.

Axel looked into my eyes and I saw something in them, a kind of sheer terror mixed with lust,
“I-I want your cock...” he stuttered out, sounding like he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

I slowly pushed down on his shoulder and I saw him lower himself to his knees, now eye level to
my cock. His mouth was half open in shock as he just stared at my leaking head.

“Please…please don’t make me do this,” he whined, not blinking, just gazing longingly at my
dick.

I shrugged, “Fine, I’ll put it away,” I said, reaching down to pull my boxers up.
He reacted, grabbing my wrist, “N-no! Please...don’t take it away…” He looked up at me in
desperation, “Just let me...” I was getting more and more turned on by the second. I had never
had someone beg for my cock before. I realized that he might be straight but my cock was
making him do things. Somehow, I was the one in charge here.

“Kiss it,” I command and I saw the shock and horror on his face but he quickly licked his lips.

“Come on man…please…”

“Lick it or I put it away.”

He looked at me, his eyes full of desperation, “I-If I do this, you let me go?” he asked.

“You can go now if you want,” I said, “But you’ll never see this again.” I said, feeling my own
shaft twitch in excitement.

I could hear him chanting under his breath, “Don’t do this, don’t do this, don’t…” as he leaned
forward. I held my breath as I watched him slowly press his lips to my cock, kissing it
passionately.

I shuddered, it was the first time another person had touched my cock…and it was Axel to boot!

He pulled back, shaking his head as if to snap out of it. I could see the heat in his eyes, the raw
desire that was taking over him. He tried to pull away and I was about to let him go when I saw
the man in the mirror again just smile at me… I looked down at Axel and saw the way he kept
looking back at my cock, the yearning and hunger in his eyes. He was trapped and I had him
right where I wanted him.

"Lick it," I said, my voice thick with lust, “Lick the whole thing.”

He shook his head but his lips were trembling as he opened them and stuck out his tongue.
“Lick it,” I repeated, and this time he did as he was told. His tongue slid along my shaft,
hesitantly, then with more confidence as he began to circle my head. A sound came from me
somewhere between a sigh and a groan as he wrapped his lips around my tip and sucked. I closed
my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall, on my god this felt amazing!

I could hear him sobbing as he sucked me, the vibrations from his moans made my cock throb
and I felt my hips push into his mouth. He had one hand around the base of my cock as he
lavishly licked up and down my shaft before taking my head into his mouth. I could tell he hated
this but he couldn’t stop, he was addicted to it somehow.

Part of me felt like shit, I mean wasn’t I the bully now? I was about to stop…just pull up my
pants and run out…and then every time he had attacked me, teased me, humiliated me in front of
everyone…the laughing, pointing…and abject humiliation…all of it came back in a flash…

Fuck this, he deserves it.

I stepped back and pulled my cock free of his mouth, he tried to follow and then fell forward
when he realized I had moved away. He looked at me with wild eyes, not sure if he was happy, I
had stopped or not.

“Strip,” I said sternly, “I wanna see that hot fucking body.”

He looked panicked as he stood, “But…someone could come in!”

I stroked my cock slowly, “You arguing with me?”

He stared and his mouth fell open again and he shook his head as he pulled his jacket off and
tossed it aside. He pulled his shirt off over his head and revealed that perfect chest.

“Give me a show, flex for me!” I said with a grin.

 He flexed his abs and I saw with six pack move as he
tightened it. He looked like he wanted to kill me but he
did as I said.

“Now the jeans…”

“Nononono…” he cried as
he kicked his shoes off and
pulled his jeans down.

He covered his dick as he stood there, “Please…let me go.”

“Like I said, you can go anytime you want…” my hand moved

lazily up and down my shaft, “But you’ll never see this again.”
The look of anguish on his face was comical given how much pain
he had caused me.

“Drop your hands.”

With a low moan he did as I said. He had a nice cock,

I bet he had fucked
all the girls around
here…

“Give me a spin,” I
said, “Let me see
that cake baby.”

He turned and showed me that flawless ass, “Damn…that is

hot.”

He looked back at me and pleaded, “Caan I go now?”

I backed into the stall, stroking my cock the whole time, “Do whatever you want…I’ll be in here
with my cock.”

I sat down and he came into the stall, looking lost and confused.

“Knees, now,” I said in the same tone he used when he forced me to give him my lunch.

He closed his eyes and shook his head as he did as I said. He sank to his knees and I laughed,
“Good boy, now crawl to me.”

Axel whimpered and shook his head but he did as he was told. He crawled towards me, each
movement deliberate and slow. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to my cock.

“Suck it.” I ordered. Axel's eyes fluttered shut and he opened his mouth, letting me push myself
into his warm, wet cavern. He gagged on my length and I laughed, using his hair to force him
further down.

I watched as his throat bulged around my cock and I felt him start to struggle. My eyes rolled
back in my head as I felt his mouth and tongue worship my cock, holy shit no wonder people
loved blow jobs! This was fucking amazing!

I felt that surge of confidence rush through me again and I pulled him off me, watching as his
mouth glistened with saliva. "You're doing great, slut," I purred, running a hand through his hair.
"Now, suck my balls."

He whimpered but he did as he was told. He wrapped his lips around one of my balls and sucked,
causing my legs to shake and a groan to escape my lips. I pushed him further onto my balls and I
heard him crying again as he worked me over. His moans sent vibrations though my whole body
in a way I could have never imagined.

“Shut up slut, you’re loving this and you know it.”

“Please…I can’t do this…” he said, trying to stand up.

I grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him to stay on his knees. I was so hard, my
cock throbbing with anticipation. “You’re not going to cum until you take my load.” I pushed
him onto his back and climbed on top of him, forcing my cock back into his mouth.

I felt him gag, but I didn’t care. I needed to cum and I was going to make sure he swallowed
every drop. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, thrusting my hips forward so that my cock
hit the back of his throat. I could feel him trying to push me away but I wasn't having it. I was
going to use this straight jock however I liked for everything he had done to me and other nerds
at this school. He let out a low moan that vibrated around my cock and with a final, brutal thrust,
I felt my load surge forward and exploded into his mouth. He tried to pull away but I held him
there, forcing him to swallow every last drop.

When I pulled out, he was gasping for breath and coughing, “You’re an asshole!” he raged.

“Oh please,” I said laughing, “You loved it.”

“I fucking hated that!” he swore.

“Then why did you cum you fucking whore?”

He looked down and saw his abs were smeared with his load…he let out a shocked sob as I
waved my cock again, “Clean me off slut, I need to get to class.”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes but he did as he was told. He leaned down and began to
lick my cock clean as I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the way his tongue felt on my
skin. I had never dreamed this could happen; I mean I dreamed it but Axel was literally licking
my balls.

“So, you hate this?” I asked.

He looked at me defiantly, “I’m not a fag!”

I pointed, “Then why you hard again?”

He looked at his traitorous cock and just seemed to collapse into himself.

I stood up, “We’re done, but before I go…”

I grabbed a hunk of his hair and made him look at me, “You are now my personal hole…if you
so much as look at me wrong I will whip this out and make the whole school watch you blow
me.”

He just stared at my cock in horror and nodded, “Sure…yeah, no problem.

I slapped his face hard, he recoiled and looked up at me, “You want to try that again?”

He let out a shuddering sigh and said, “Yes sir.”

I winked at him and pulled my pants up, “Clean yourself up, you look like a fucking tramp.”

Grabbing my backpack, I walked out into the hall…never feeling so powerful in my life.

To say I was a changed man would be an understatement, I don’t know who the guy in the mirror
was but I could feel his confidence oozing through me. I no longer felt afraid or timid, as I
walked down the hall I wasn’t looking away or trying not to catch people’s attention. Now I
looked at the jocks as prey, all of the times they had teased me, tortured me…now I had a way to
get them back.
I spent all of English going over what had just happened, did Axel really just fucking suck my
cock? He seemed like he had no control but at the same time he loved it. Who was that blond
guy? This was all too much…I mean what if Axel was just stoned or something?

But no, somehow, I knew it was more than that. I could feel it, I had taken something from Axel,
drained him almost…I felt more…

The bell rang and I walked out, I had gym next which would give me some time to figure out
what the hell was going on. I passed Axel in the hall and he glanced once at me and then put his
head down as he shuffled past. He seemed like a different person, his shoulders were slumped, he
seemed…less? I knew I could snap my fingers and he would come running like a dog…what the
hell had changed?

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I walked into the gym and saw we were set up

for dodge ball again.

Coach Neuss was a sadist, he believed that boys

were turned into men through pain, his words not
mine. He was former military and his hair was
cut short and his build was akin to a fucking
wall. He treated us like recruits and his go to
game was dodge ball which was as close to a
game as it was a blood sport. The jocks took
great glee in hurling balls at people’s heads, more
than a few of us had ended up in the nurse’s
office. Of course, nothing was ever done because
who ever had a problem with dodge ball?

He saw me come in and sit in the bleachers and pointed at me, “Evans, you’re dressing out
today!”
“I can’t coach,” I said, “I have my asthma.”

It was true to an extent, I had difficulty breathing when my life was in danger, my mom had
written me an excuse to skip out of this torture and so far, it had worked.

“Asthma my ass, go change out, you’re playing today!”

I opened my mouth to argue and then I swore I could see the blond-haired guy across the gym
smiling at me. Ok, time to see if this was a fluke or not.

I got up, “Coach, I can’t, can I show you?”

“Show me what?” he asked angrily.

“Why I can’t play, please coach!”

He sighed and turned to one of the jocks, “Lane, start picking the teams, everyone plays,” then to
me, “Ok, show me.” He led me into his office and I closed the door behind us.

“Look Evans,” he said looking at something on his desk, “I don’t have time for your excuses, I
know you hate gym but everyone…” he turned to face me…and saw I had pulled my cock out
and was just letting it hang low.

A beat passed, unbearable tension filling the air. Fuck, did I just expose myself to a teacher? Oh
man...

And then a another second passed, then another…and I realized he was just staring at it.

“Coach?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Wh ...what is that? Did you… are you showing me-” he swallowed and continued. “Are you
trying to get me fired, show me your cock like that!?” His voice had risen, but there was
something else to it, something off. He wasn’t looking at my face, or even my eyes. Instead, his
gaze was locked on the head of my cock, like he was drawn to it, mesmerized almost.

“What are you doing?” he asked, in a voice barely above a whisper.

“You ok coach?” I said, my heart pounding in my chest, just watching this bull of a man staring
hungrily at my cock was starting to turn me on and it slowly began to grow.

His eyes got wide, “No…oh god no…” he muttered as my cock slowly started to rise,
“Don’t…please don’t…” he pleaded, but he didn’t move, or look away. He just continued to
stare, hypnotized by the growing head.

I slowly started to stroke it, starting from the base and working my way up, “You like what you
see?” I asked, grinning at him. He shook his head but I could see that wasn’t true. He wanted
more, even as he hated himself for it.

“You sure?” I said, taking a half step towards him, “You sure you don’t want to touch it?”

He let out a strangled sob as he shook his head, “Please…I have a wife…”

I kept stroking, “What do you think she would think of my cock coach huh? You think she’d be
licking her lips like you are?”

He froze as he realized he had been doing just that, “No,” he tried to say with authority, “No, I
can’t…”

I took another step closer, “Come on coach…you sure you don’t just want to feel it once?”

He was shaking his head as his shaking hand reached out, “Nonononono…” he was panting as
his hand slowly grasped around my shaft.
I let out a low moan at the feeling of his rough, calloused hand wrapped around my cock. I
couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was standing here with my cock in the hand of my
coach, of all people.

“Oh god,” he muttered, his eyes locked on the head of my cock. He looked like he was in a daze,
like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. I knew it was my power, the magic that
compelled people to become entranced when they looked at my cock. There was no denying it,
he was under my spell like Axel.

“That feels good coach,” I said pushing him down,

“Get closer, take a good look.”

He whimpered as he dropped to his knees, his mouth

half open as he stroked my cock unwillingly.

“How’s that feel coach?” I asked, “How about you play

with my balls too?” I suggested, almost challenging
him to resist.

He hesitated for just a second, his hand still wrapped around my cock, before his other hand
cupped my balls and began to play with them. I was in heaven, and judging by the strained
expression on his face, he wasn’t far behind. “You like that coach? You like playing with my
balls?” I taunted him, unable to resist getting under his skin even more.

He pulled back, his eyes glazed over as his hand continued to stroke me, “Please…I don’t want
to do this…” he whined but despite his words, I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked
back at my cock. He wanted this, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“If you think it feels nice…it tastes better,” I said with a grin and he looked up at me with
panicked eyes, “You wanna taste it coach?”

“I-I can’t,” he stuttered, shaking his head but I could see the desire in his eyes, he wanted to taste
it.
“Come on coach…just a little taste,” I said, pushing my cock towards his mouth. He whimpered
as he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out hesitantly and lapped at the head of my cock. I
watched, my mouth hanging open as I felt him taste me for the first time.

He whimpered as he started to suck on the head of my cock, still hesitant but unable to resist the
overwhelming urge that my power created inside him. I moaned as I felt his warm, wet mouth on
my cock and couldn’t help but push myself further into his mouth. He gagged slightly as the
head of my cock hit the back of his throat, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at me
with an expression of shame and anguish yet desire.

He knew this was wrong, and yet he couldn't resist the power I held over him. It was the same
power that had compelled Axel to his knees, and now it was doing the same to a full-grown man!
Coach Neuss’s free hand reached up to grip my hip, pulling me closer as if he couldn't help
himself. I could feel his tongue worshipping my head as he slowly began to lose control and
started to grunt as he sucked me.

His other hand, the one that had been playing with my balls, was now creeping up my thigh,
almost like he was reaching for more. I looked down at him, his face covered in saliva, eyes
watery and red from trying not to gag. He looked utterly pathetic but the sight just made me
harder. I let out a low growl, pushing my hips forward until the entire length of my cock was
buried in his mouth.

“Is this how your wife sucks your cock coach?” I asked looking down at him, “Does she get
down on her knees like a slut and moan around your cock like you are?”

He let out a muffled whimper, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe around my size. I
pulled back slightly, letting him catch his breath before plunging back in. He was mine now,
completely under the spell of my magic cock. I gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as I
face-fucked him roughly. "Come on coach, is this how your wife does it?" I grunted, my voice
deep and heavy with lust.

He looked up, cock in his mouth and just nodded.

I laughed and pushed further into his mouth, he groaned around my cock as his hands grasped
my ass and pushed me forward, choking himself on my length! God this was amazing, I had a
fucking Marine on his knees worshipping my cock…

But I wanted more.

I’d already had a blow job, what more could I get?

I pushed his head back and he actively fought with me to keep sucking until I barked, “Enough
you fucking slut!”

He looked up shocked and desperate, panting out of breath…

“Why don’t you get naked coach, show me that fine Marine body.” I growled at him, stroking
my cock slowly. He shook his head once more but with less conviction this time, clearly
struggling to deny my command. I could tell he wanted to obey. His pupils had dilated so much
they threatened to take over his irises and his cheeks were flushed, a clear sign of a growing
arousal.

I leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear, “Take. It. Off.” He whimpered, but he did as I
asked. He got up, slowly undressing himself, his fingers fumbling with his tight t-shirt. He pulled
it over his head and I saw a nice pelt of hair clinging to two massive pecs that contoured down
into a set of thick abs.

“Now the shorts,” I said and he looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Please Evans…I ‘m begging you…let me go!”

I leaned back on his desk, stroking my cock, “You want to taste this cock again? Lose the
fucking shorts.” I growled, my eyes staring into his. He hesitated, but I could see the desire in his
gaze. He wanted this as much as I did.
Finally, he pushed the shorts down, and I was greeted by the sight of a thick, juicy cock. I
couldn’t help myself; I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the heat radiate
from it. He moaned softly, and I started to stroke it up and down, feeling it grow harder in my
hand. “Look at that,” I said, grinning at him, “That’s a nice cock coach…you fuck your wife with
this thing?”

He sobbed, “Please…let me go…”

“But coach,” I took his hand and moved it to my cock, “Don’t you want more of this?”

As soon as his hand gripped me, he let out a shuddering cry and began to jerk me off, “Oh
fuck…”

I pulled his hand off, “Nope, you want my cock…you got to earn it.”

He looked at me confused, “But…I…I…”

“You want my cock?”

He seemed to struggle to nod, his will to fight it was draining him.

“The only way you get it…is by sitting on it.” I said, stroking my cock as I awaited his reaction.

His eyes widened and for a moment, it seemed like he might resist. But then he looked down at
his throbbing cock and back up at me, his resolve shattered. He nodded slowly, licking his lips as
if he couldn’t believe what he was about to do.

“Good boy.” I smirked as I moved and pushed him back onto his desk, he let out a yelp as I
spread his legs, "You fuck her like this? Her legs on your shoulders?"
 When my cock nudged his hole, he
began to plead, "Please Evans, not my
ass, please...I'm a Marine! I can't...I'm
begging you!" he cried, but his body
was betraying him as his cock twitched
in my hand.

I leaned forward and whispered in his

ear, "Do you want to feel my cock
inside of you, coach? Do you want me
to claim your Marine pussy and make
you moan like a little slut?"

He let out a strangled sob, but his hands

were grasping at the desk, trying to
steady himself. I knew he was mine
now, there was no going back. "Ask me to fuck you coach," I said with a grin, not moving my
cock.

He stared at me, eyes wide in horror and desire. "Please, Evans..." he whimpered.

"Say it," I urged, rubbing the head of my cock over his hole. "Ask me to fuck you." He closed his
eyes and took a deep breath.

"Fuck me," he whispered, barely audible.

I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer to the edge of the desk, aligning my cock with his
asshole. "Louder!" I demanded, slapping his thigh lightly.

"Fuck me!" he shouted, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck me with that big, thick cock of
yours! I'm begging you! This Marine is begging you sir, I need to feel you inside of me!"

I smiled, relishing the power I held over him. "Since you asked so nicely," I said, before thrusting
forward and burying myself deep inside of him.
He howled, his back arching off the desk as my cock filled him up completely. Oh, my fucking
god! His was amazing, he was tight, so fucking tight, it felt like I was gripped by a velvet vice. I
wasn’t sure how hard to I could go… But I started to feel his body tremble beneath me as I began
to move and I sped up pistoning in and out of him some. He whimpered and pushed back and I
did it again harder, I heard him hiss a “Fuck yeah…” and I knew he was mine now, completely
under my spell and I reveled in the power of it.

I kept expecting him to scream bloody murder from pain but instead he seemed to fucking love
it. It was like whatever magic my cock had now was taking away all the pain and making him
just completely love it…at least physically.

“Oh god!” he moaned as I slammed into him, “You’re fucking me…oh fuck…shit you’re
bitching me out! On my own desk!” he seemed distressed but he was pushing back onto my cock
like a fucking whore!

“Oh, you like that coach?” I taunted as I sped up, “How am I doing? I never fucked a bitch
before…how’s my form?”

“Shit…” he wept as he kept pushing back, “Why does it feel so good?” he was panting like a dog
as he took more and more of my cock.

“Come on Coach…give me a grade!”

“Shit kid…your cock…oh right there…shit…noooo!” he rambled.

“Am I getting extra credit?” I asked laughing, “Huh coach, come on tell me!”

He finally just broke down, “Oh god so good…your fuckin cock feels so good!”

The sight of him, naked on his own desk, legs spread wide open as I fucked him like a porn star,
was one that would be etched in my mind forever. His body moved in time with mine, his grunts
and moans filling the room as I claimed his ass. I was rough with him, slamming into him with
all the force I had, but he seemed to love every second of it. His hands gripped the edges of the
desk tightly, his knuckles white as I hit that sweet spot inside of him.

I just knew I had found his prostate, even though this was my first actual time fucking someone,
I instinctively knew where and how to fuck him to send him over the edge. He gasped as I
slammed into his bitch button over and over, his head falling back on his desk as his eyes rolled
back in ecstasy.

“You liking this coach? My cock making you feel good?” I asked as he arched his back, impaling
himself on my cock harder.

“H-harder!” He stammered, almost inaudibly. I had to lean in closer to hear him over the sound
of our skin slapping together. “Give it to me harder, dammit!” He shouted, suddenly sounding
more like himself.

And just like that, my hesitation was gone. I grabbed him by the hips and started pounding into
him with all my might. I was an animal, grunting and growling as I claimed his ass. And he
seemed to love every second of it.

Coach Neuss had transformed from a straight, muscular and formidable Marine to a pleading,
moaning and writhing mess under me. I was sweating and grunting as I pounded into him with
all the might I had. My hips were moving in a maddening rhythm as my balls slapped against his,
sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. My hand reached around to grab his throbbing cock,
tugging it in time with my thrusts.

“You my cunt now coach? You gonna give it up whenever I want?” I asked, loving the little
grunts that escaped his mouth when I bottomed out.

He didn’t respond so I slammed into him harder, “Answer me Marine!” I barked.

His whole body was shaking, “Y-yes sir, this Marine needs your cock sir!!” he shouted and it
sent me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm building in my balls and I knew I was close. I
pulled out, yanking him off the desk and bent him over in front of it, pushing his face down and
pulling his ass up. He didn’t resist, just braced himself with both hands on the desk as I spread
his cheeks and pushed my cock back inside him.

His body shuddered as I filled him up once again, his muscles clenching around my cock like a
glove. I fucked him with reckless abandon, my hips slapping against his ass loudly as I pounded
him from behind. Sweat dripped from my brow onto his back, our moans and grunts mixing in
the air. His face was now staring at the photo of him and his wife, him in his uniform, both
smiling…

“Who’s a fag now coach? Huh? Who’s a fucking fag now?” I asked, slamming him harder and
harder, my balls starting to tingle.

He was half moaning and half sobbing and I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, “Answer
me! Who’s the fucking fag now?”

He seemed to struggle to answer, his body still trembling beneath me as I continued to thrust into
him. “I-I am,” he finally choked out, his voice filled with shame and desire.

“Louder!” I demanded, so close to blowing my load… but I wanted to hear him say it.

He sobbed, sweat dripping down his face as I slammed into him over and over again. His hands
clutched at the desk; he was shaking as I felt my orgasm building.

And then, “Yes! Evans, I’m your fag! Your cocksucker! I’ll take that big fucking cock anytime
you want!” I roared as I came inside him, each pulse of my cock sending a bolt of pleasure
through my entire body.

“What about the other jocks? You gonna let me fuck them too?”

He just nodded, “Anything…anything you want!”

“You’ll let me bitch out your team? All of them?”

“Fuck them, fuck all of them!” he cried as his ass clenched around my cock…

The image of his precious jocks…all worshipping me set me over the edge and I began to cum.

He let out a miserable moan as he felt my cum fill his hole…he shuddered under me as his own
cock began to shoot all over the desk.

“Yeah, that’s a nice pussy coach,” I said as my cock just kept cumming and cumming, “Nice
sloppy Marine cunt…”

He collapsed on his desk as I pulled out of him, the subdued sound of his crying was the only
sound in the room. I slapped his ass, “Hey, get over here and clean me off Marine!” I demanded.

He slowly got up, moving like a marionette controlled by a drunken puppeteer, and crawled over
to me on his hands and knees. I stood in front of him, my semi-erect cock inches from his face.
He grimaced as he opened his mouth, taking the head of my cock between his lips. He sucked
gently, cleaning the remnants of our lovemaking off my still- hard cock as I ran my fingers
through his short hair.

“Such a good fag,” I said as he looked up at me with red eyes, “You ever going to talk back to
me again?”

He just shook his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

I pulled my pants up and smiled, “Good talk coach…I’m gonna sit out, ok?”

He just looked down at his softening cock and nodded, all of the fight in him seemed to have
been drained just like Axel. I walked out feeling stronger than ever…now sure in my new power.

Time to start making a list…