You're Junho.. you towered over the lockers, your massive chest straining the fabric of his varsity jacket. You shoved Jake into the metal door, the nerd’s glasses sliding down his nose. Cyrus and Ken stood by, smirking as they tossed a football back and forth.

"Look at this little guy," Junho laughed, his voice deep and lacking any intellectual weight. "You got my essay ready, Jakey?"

"I am not doing your work anymore, Junho," Jake muttered, though his knees shook.

Sarah walked up, wrapping her arm around Junho’s thick bicep. "Leave the loser alone, babe. We have practice."

Junho sneered, giving Jake one last shove before heading to the gym.

The power dynamic shifted three weeks later in the cramped dorm room Mr. Brown assigned them. Junho had just come from the pool, his skin still damp, wearing nothing but a low-hanging towel that barely covered his thick thighs and heavy equipment. He reached for a protein shake on the high shelf, his massive pectorals flexing. Jake, trying to navigate the small space to grab his textbook, tripped over a stray sneaker. His hand flew out to steady himself, his fingers grazing right over Junho’s left nipple.

Junho let out a high-pitched, strangled whimper. His knees buckled, and he slumped against the bunk bed, his face flushing deep crimson.

"What was that?" Jake asked, eyes wide. He stood up, realization dawning as he watched Junho’s chest twitch.

"Nothing! Do not look at me!" Junho barked, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

Jake smirked, a cruel glint behind his spectacles. He stepped forward and flicked the hard, dark nub with his forefinger. Junho let out a loud moan, his back arching as his towel slipped lower, revealing the massive, thick length of his and the heavy, hairy weight of his balls.

"LOL, are you serious right now?" Jake laughed, his voice crackling with newfound power. "The star quarterback has a weakness. This is gold. The strongest guy in this university, butt naked like this, lmao."

"Stop it," Junho pleaded, his huge hands trembling.

"Or what? I will tell the whole team," Jake threatened. "I will tell Sarah how you squeal like a pig when someone touches your chest. Now, get on the floor."

Junho obeyed, his heavy muscles quivering.

"Drop the towel. I want to see everything," Jake ordered. "Now, hands behind your head. Tongue out. Cross your eyes."

Junho looked ridiculous, his massive, sculpted body trembling on the cold linoleum. His fat ass cheeks shook as Jake walked behind him, delivering a sharp, stinging slap that echoed through the room. *Smack!* The skin of his buttocks turned a bright, angry red, the flesh jiggling from the impact.

"Air hump, jock boy. Give me twenty reps," Jake commanded, pulling out his phone to record the sight.

Junho began to thrust his hips into the empty air, his heavy, uncircumcised swinging violently with every movement. The thick purple head bobbed and slapped against his lower stomach, clear pre- leaking from the slit and streaking his washboard abs. He looked pathetic yet magnificent, a mountain of meat controlled by a string. Jake leaned in, his fingers pinching Junho’s nipples again, rolling the sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger.

Junho let out a series of wet, needy gasps. "Please, Jake, it is too much."

"Squelch, squelch, look at all that juice leaking out of you," Jake teased, watching the way the jock’s balls slapped against his inner thighs with a meaty *thud*. "You are just a big, dumb toy, aren't you?"

Junho groaned, his eyes crossed as he rhythmically humped the air, his foreskin sliding back and forth over the sensitive glans with every frantic motion. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room, punctuated by the slapping of his own skin.

"Yes, Jake," Junho whimpered, his pride dissolving into the humiliating heat of his own arousal.

"Good boy. Keep humping. I might let you keep your scholarship if you are loud enough," Jake laughed.