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Jacob Stantz, Number 74, Fullback. Star of the team, everyone's buddy, and the man every lady at Central Lake private high school wanted to be with. A real man's man!

Or at least ...that used to be the fantasy. The wonderful daydream and the lies he told himself. And it all ended the day Austin "Crush" Rivera graduated early, somehow. Suddenly, with the literal wall of meat that used to shield him gone, people made their views on Jacob and his antics known. Quite clearly at that. He spent Homecoming in the ER with 4 fractured ribs. Prom in the ICU with his testicle nearly ruptured and his appendix blown. Graduation? Hidden in a closet, shivering in fear of what might happen if they found him.

After high school, he had gotten a bit of a breather when his father pulled some strings, talked to Coach. Coach had talked to a friend, got him into the academy, and for a couple years he was on the force as a cop. And who should he be partnered up with but his old fridge of a Lineman, Crush!

Things went back to normal for a few years. No; better than normal. The Devils of Central Lake were back, and better than ever! But they weren't just jocks on the football team anymore. Now they had authority. He and Crush worked their way up from guards and clerks at the city jail, to working a good beat for awhile.

Jacob began feeling like his old self again, and with the return of his confidence came the return of his delusions and sadism. Eventually, history repeated itself and Crush was promoted into SWAT while Jacob stayed patrol. He went through three partners in as many weeks. No one wanted to work with him, he assumed out of intimidation. He got busted back down to bike cop, then foot patrol again, and eventually fired. Barred from ever wearing a shield in the city of Dallas. Which, thanks to word of mouth and the brotherhood of law enforcement, actually translated to "Nowhere in the entirety of the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex". Ten cities, Eleven counties, and every one of them blacklisted him.

Then the money ran out. He had tried getting other jobs, held down a few minor retail and amusement park positions for awhile. But nothing that could pay the bills, and his parents eventually stopped sending money. He was forced to move back in with them. Back to Toledo, Ohio.

Which is how he ended up here. Scrubbing toilets for a living in Blitz Burger, the worst fast food place in town. The locals called it a puke joint, and it wasn't just a colorful nickname. A phone call to his old Sergeant and one to his old Coach just gave him more slaps to the face. They wouldn't do any favors for the likes of Jacob Stantz. Or "Officer Dipfuck", as his Sergeant had revealed he was called around the precinct.

Both of them drove home the fact that he had only been kept on because his mediocrity had given them needed manpower. And his "ride-or-die" friend Austin "Crush" Rivera had only stuck with them on their respective orders. No one, on the team or on the force, had ever liked the draft horse.

He justified it to himself at first, of course. It had just been harmless fun in high school! Teasing, if anything! Of course the star player (the words already cracking and crumbling in his mind) of the Central Lake Raiders was going to tease some folks! Yeah; it eventually evolved from teasing to juvenile "kick me" signs and pranks, to shoving them in lockers. Then constant texts telling them how sissy they were ... Pictures and video of a few of their girlfriends getting drunk off the drinks he ordered them and later him getting head from them in the club toilets. A few of them he fucked ...maybe a pregnancy or three. Well, more than that. But for the most part, the guys stuck around to raise his kids! Only four of them left their girls, and it's not like Jacob could raise a baby AND play football.

And sure, he beat up some guys, but they always deserved it. They disrespected him. They didn't get the stuff he asked them so politely for sometimes. The freaks had to be taught how to be normal, the nerds should cover his homework sometimes! Hey, some of them, he did a favor after all. Got their girls to cum on a REAL cock. He sent the proof! And the queers ...oh god the queers. Well; what'd they expect, running around being so nasty?

And there were rumors when he was a cop that he ALLEGEDLY may have possibly "planted" evidence and gotten those kids who whipped his ass in school arrested. And if they went to prison? Found their paperwork misfiled so they spent their time with the biggest, meanest, most hung guys getting their asses gaped and being his wife? Well. No one hits Jacob fucking Stantz and gets off scot free.

So now here he was, head in a shit-stained toilet scrubbing away and his life going nowhere. Grudgingly, his parents agreed to help him buy a condo if he would cut ties and never speak to them again. It wasn't anything glamorous, or hell, even decent. A shitbox, rathole flophouse in a bad neighborhood.

He didn't mind that much; at least he was on his own. After work, it would be the same daily routine. Grab as many of the burgers and fries from the waste count as he could, shove them in the biggest bag he could find, go home. Shovel down two or three of the burgers and wash t back with a bottle of Irish Rose or whatever cheap rotgut he could get his hands on. Find a mindless sex comedy, jack it, do some coke, more booze, tug the old jersey over his softening, pudgy blob of a belly and watch the old films of his games to re-live the glory days before trying to pass out in bed.

Not that he ever actually slept, unless he was blackout drunk or couldn't afford uppers for awhile. And even then he wasn't totally sure how much time he actually spent asleep. But he didn't care, so long as he could get more.

The weekends are his party nights, when he went out to the clubs and bars and had his fun. Whatever was left of his paycheck was sunk into liquor and drugs, he'd find some tail, bang her in the toilets or a closet somewhere or in the back alley by the stinking, overflowing dumpster. He would never admit how much he loved that spot, and seeing a bitch pass out in the sludge around it.

Well; not to them anyways. He was still a jock at heart after all; one of the bros, and such stories were used to try and brag to other dudes. Which tended to sicken them and find the stallion a despicable piece of shit more often than not.

And it was just such a night that led up to this.

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