Bro

Clark couldn’t help but stare, like nature documentary he watched curiously as the huge, hulking slab of dumb muscle sitting outside the campus bar drank its seventh beer. Clark couldn’t understand how they could even let an idiot like him and all of his frat brothers onto campus, this was supposed to be a place of learning, of discovery and of science but to those sweaty idiots it was just a place to party. Anger bubbled inside Clark as he watched the cocky dude flex his biceps in his tight pink muscle tee and stretch out his legs in his tiny workout shorts. Clark was here because he worked hard, he studied, he read books, he collected, he wrote papers and he designed experiments while that mountain of moronic muscle did nothing but go to the gym and run into other muscular guys on a field. It was embarrassing that someone like him was even allowed to be at the same place as Clark, a zoo would be more fitting for that bunch of apes. Clark’s anger soon turned to disgust as the bro he watched stood up, silenced all of his friends and belched, offending Clark but garnering applause from of his muscular buddies. They were disgusting, the stunk like week old underwear and released more methane than most cows. Clark had a theory that climate change could be blamed more these jocks farts and burps than all the cattle farms across the world. Clark’s nose wrinkled as even from several feet away the groups stench hit him, they were the worse and Clark told himself that he would rather be dead than be like them, however that wasn’t entirely true and that’s why the trickster was lurking.

As the smell passed and Clark continued watching his apes jump round, he would never act like such a fool, he had intelligence, he had integrity and he had science. Yet, as Clark watched the big, smelly jock strut around, laughing, joking and having fun with his friends Clark felt something and it wasn’t just disgust at the fart contest the bro’s had started. The world of science and academia could be a lonely place and Clark did struggle for companionship. It may have been loneliness, it may have been curiosity or maybe just jealousy but this was what had drawn the trickster near. As Clark whispered under his breath “I wonder what it would take for me to be part of their group”. The trickster pounced and green smoke enveloped Clark and within seconds he was gone.

Clark awoke confused, his eyes still bleary from his sudden bout of unconsciousness, when the moisture was blinked from his eyes Clark froze. Clark had assumed he had passed out for some reason and that he would now be coming around with people circled around making sure he was alright but this was not the case. Instead Clark now found himself on a bed, a not particular fresh or clean looking bed but he wasn’t lying down or slumped on his back, completely terrified Clark found himself on all fours and from the chill he felt he was also completely naked. In his sudden panic Clark tried to move but immediately found his body to be unresponsive, not even a muscle moved from his current position. In frustration Clark tried to yell and call out for help but once again he found his body unresponsive and his mouth did not even attempt to move. Clark was becoming desperate as he found he could only move his eyes and they did not provide many clues besides seeing the pillow of the bed and a plain wall. Clark tried to calm himself down, he was a logical man, a man of science he could surely figure out what had happened to him and then found a way out it. However, the more Clark thought the more his anxiety and panic started to creep back in, there were too many unanswered questions. Like, how had he got here? Where were his clothes? How was he able to remain on all fours, whilst unconscious? What was that weird smell? And why was he naked?! Clark didn’t have long to ponder the many questions as he heard the door behind him slam open.   

Clark was both petrified and humiliated as he felt the cold draft from the open door run along his naked body, his cock was dangling freely and his butt was pointing at whoever had just entered. Clark felt his body blush, he had never felt so humiliated in his life and there was nothing he could do about. As Clark struggled against his own bodies paralysis he heard a smug, familiar voice speak.

“Well, well, well, looks like a newest pledge has done just what I’d asked” the voice of the Alpha jock in the pink tee echoed throughout the room and so did some distant snickers. “You must really want it, if you’ve gone and got ready like this. All the other candidates looked disgusted and appalled when I suggested it, it seems you’re the only one that passed the test, but you still have a few more to pass.” The arrogant asshole boomed as Clark heard him step closer.  

Clark struggled more as the smell of the jock drifted over to him, had they kidnapped him? Was he their prisoner? Why would he say he’d passed a test? He hadn’t come here of his own free will? Had he? Confused and terrified Clark tried more than ever to speak but nothing came out, instead he found his body moving on its own as he lent his face and shoulders down to the bed and allowed his ass to spread, showing his asshole to the frat bro behind him.

“Dammmnnn boys, looks like we have a proper little slut on our hands. He’s practically begging for it. Well I’ve never been one to turn down a free fuck.” The alpha bro smirked as a few of his bro’s cheered.

Clark screamed in his mind as he heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper, he winced and tried to shout out for help as he felt a large glop of spit hit his exposed pucker and Clark broke down into tears as he felt some fat and hard poking in between his pale, hairy, white ass cheeks. With a violent thrust the bro shoved his cock deep inside Clark, the room erupted in cheers as it appeared the whole fraternity was watching as the alpha bro started to jackhammer at little Clark’s virgin hole. Clark sobbed internally as he lost his anal virginity to the sweat reeking jock. How had this happened to him? Why had this happened to him? What was going to happen to him now? Clark’s question would all go unanswered except for the last one as the jock started to speak through his powerful thrusts.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If you can make the rest of the boys feel this good, then there’s no doubt that you’ve passed the test and become this fraternity’s very own fuck toy”

Tears rolled down Clark’s face, he was a scientist, a man that wanted to change the world, a man that wanted to make discoveries that would change the course of human history but instead he would now be a human sex toy, for the most rancid and disgusting frat boys on campus. As the frat president roared and unleashed his load into Clark’s freshly fucked asshole, his body turned his head and gave him a glimpse of what was to come.

As the first seven jocks had already lined up ready for their turn Clark heard the rest of them scramble up the stairs. See this fraternity would never need a judgemental, intellectual snob like Clark but what they did all need was a way for them to all have a good fuck every day. It seemed this scientist would be running some very different experiments from now on, like how much jock cum one asshole can hold, or which bro’s dick taste the best after football practice, or which beer makes the frat farts smell worst. It seemed that Clark would be running that last experiment sooner rather than later as while another jock get ready to fuck the new human sex toy, the alpha jock moved his fat, sweaty reeking ass to Clark’s face, pushed his filthy butthole onto his mouth and let rip. Leaving Clark crying in despair at the back of his mind, while a chorus of 23 jocks laughed as there new little cock slut sniffed and lapped at the disgusting, filthy, farting asshole.