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Heavy footfalls echoed through the busy high school corridor. Students and faculty alike parted like the Red Sea before the blond teen to whom the footsteps belonged. Even without having to look up, everyone knew that Brandon was coming. His custom fitted, black leather cowboy boots made a distinct clacking sound that reverberated menacingly through the halls.

The boots had the added benefit of adding a few inches to Brandon's height. At just shy of 5'3, Brandon was a bit on the short side especially given his age. Just about everyone in the freshman class was taller than him, guys and girls alike. Even some of the guys who hadn't really hit their growth spurt were taller than him. It bothered him a little, but he never let it show. After all, he had little reason to feel inadequate. He far outclassed everyone else in other ways.

He had a body that would make even pro-bodybuilders green with envy. He could quite safely say he had the best muscles in the state and even the region; he had the trophies at the regional teen bodybuilder tournament to prove it. He should have taken the national trophy as well, but he had been disqualified on account of "unsportsmanlike conduct."

To this day the ruling made him mad as hell. Like it was his fault that that chicken-legged little shit from Wisconsin couldn't take some constructive criticism. If that twiggy little chode smoker had spent less time with a cock up his ass and more time doing squats like Brandon had so kindly suggested then maybe they wouldn't even have had to have that conversation... or the subsequent fistfight that had resulted in that pencil-legged geek getting rushed to the hospital to reset his nose and his jaw.

Everywhere Brandon looked, he saw people staring at him in awe. He couldn't help but smirk proudly. He knew he was hot as hell. His short, blond hair framed his chiseled good looks perfectly; his face had just enough of a boyish charm to it to offset the unbridled masculinity of his muscular body. His face looked more at home on an Abercombie model than it did on the hulking, stud athlete body that he currently had. His piercing blue eyes had a coolness and intensity to them that could freeze people dead in their tracks and get them hot under the color. Everything about the way he walked conveyed that he knew how hot he was to everyone around him. Even the clothes he wore announced how proud he was of his body to any who would give him even the most casual of glances.

His T-shirt was plain white with the exception of some black text and some arrows. The words "The Man" with an arrow pointing upwards to his face was printed on his chest. The fabric of the shirt was stretched so tight across his enormous, bulging pecs that the black font had turned an almost transparent shade of grey. Down around his midriff was another set of words, this time reading "The Legend" and an arrow pointing down at his crotch. The text came out warped and bumpy due to the way the fabric stretched tightly across his massive, deep trenched abs.

Brandon's biceps where his pride and joy. They were so huge that when he flexed them they puffed up to the size of a soccer ball. Once he added just a few more inches to them they would even rival the size of a basketball. He had been hitting the weights extra hard lately to make that dream a reality.

His biceps were so large that his shirt sleeves had trouble wrapping around his arms even when he wasn't flexing. The standard motion of his daily activities usually resulted in the sleeves riding up his arms until the fabric bunched up around his shoulders as they did now. That said, he had been known to intentionally flex his enormous biceps while his sleeves were still down just to watch the sleeves shred open from the sheer force of his glorious muscles. There was no way he was going to do that with this shirt though. This was his second favorite shirt after all.

Brandon loved how the shirt clung to his muscles and he especially loved the way the text drew attention to his best feature, but it was by no means his favorite shirt. He had another one at home that was even more descriptive. He wore that one every chance he got. In fact, he had worn it to school every day this week and would have done so again today had the shirt not failed to pass the morning smell check.

Brandon's tight jeans were just as form fitting as his shirt. The tight denim stretched and strained audibly against his thick, bulging quads and his huge, beefy butt. His quads were so massive that even just one of his thick, burly legs was thicker around than most of the cheerleaders. The only cheerleader that was thicker than his fantastic thighs was Cindy, and she could seriously stand to lay off the donuts.

Brandon's tight clothes existed for the sole purpose of drawing attention to his amazing physique. In fact, had he had his way he would have never worn clothes at all. He would have gladly allowed people to ogle and worship every inch of his nude body all day, every day.

Brandon's eyes scanned the people in the hall until they fell upon his current target. Debra was a senior and captain of the volleyball team. She was easily one of the hottest girls in school, definitely in the top ten anyway. Brandon had already gone through the previous nine hotties over the course of the past few months. He changed girlfriends more often than he changed shirts.

Debra had long, flowing blonde hair; a slim, athletic build; a killer smile; and best of all, the biggest pair of tits on campus. She was so far out of most people's league especially freshmen's, but Brandon wasn't an ordinary freshman. He deserved only the best, and he accepted nothing less.

His smug grin turned to a sneer as he saw who she was talking to. Donovan was a senior and the captain of the basketball team who liked to think of himself as a bit of a ladies' man, but he had never managed to go all the way with any girl yet. Brandon was only all too aware of the reason why. Brandon had had his suspicions, and said suspicions were confirmed fairly early on in this school year.

School policy stated that freshmen could not play on the varsity teams. This had caused Brandon no end of ire during the first few months. He was far and away better than any of the dudes on the varsity team, and he deserved to be on the field with the main line players where the cheerleaders were hot and the entire school turned out to cheer him on, not stuck with the scrubs playing against other no-skill losers and playing for empty bleachers. Under normal circumstances Brandon would have been stuck there for the duration of his freshman year, but Brandon wasn't an ordinary freshman.

After just a few short weeks on the second string team, the athletics staff made the call to grant him the special privilege of being the first freshman in the school's history to make varsity in any team. Of course this wasn't enough for Brandon and soon he was on the mainline for not just the football team but also the basketball team, the wrestling team, the swimming team, and even the bodybuilding team. Although there really wasn't a bodybuilding team. It was all him. The school had seen his sheer size and knew they could milk it for some extra money so they had created the team just so they could send him out to gather trophies for them. Their gambit had mostly paid off. Brandon's sheer size had led him to crush all the rival schools in the region.

The second he set foot into the locker room during the first day he had been given the go ahead to be on the varsity team, he was determined to make sure he got all the respect he deserved, but there was no way the older players on the team were going to just give it to him. Brandon knew all about how to deal with jocks though. After all, he was the buffest, meanest, and most arrogant jock of the bunch.

Donovan was the team captain which of course meant that he was a good player, but more importantly it meant that he had the team's respect. Brandon had merely to usurp the captain to gain the reverence of the rest of the team. Brandon couldn't help but grin maliciously as he noticed that Donovan was among the guys who had his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. This was going to be all too easy.

Brandon strode proudly over to where Donovan was talking with his friends. The short but extremely buff freshman leaned against a nearby locker and watched the conversation. Brandon made sure to look as bored and as smug as possibly. The smug part came naturally, but the bored part had to be forced a bit. He knew how these star players thought and acted. Once the seniors caught wind that their little rookie didn't know his place, they would be quick to confront him.

It only took a moment before Donovan caught sight of Brandon. "You're late, fish. Practice is already over." He grumbled in annoyance.

"Sorry." Brandon replied as sarcastically as he could muster. "Some of us are a star player on more than just one team." Brandon sneered as he rubbed in his status.

Donovan rolled his eyes and made a dismissive "Tch." Sound. "Why did you even bother showing up?" The captain asked obviously annoyed.

"Well, since I have football, and soccer, and wrestling, AND basketball practice on Mondays, the coach is letting me get some one on one practice time in." Brandon replied with a dismissive shrug.

"Smug little shit, aren't you?" Donovan replied snarkily. His entourage chuckled at this, but it was clear that some of them were more than impressed by the new arrival. It wasn't just his boasts about his athletic accomplishments. The sheer size of the new guy's muscles made it obvious that he could back up at least some of his claims.

Brandon shrugged noncommittally. So far everything was going according to plan. "You asked. I replied." He replied with a sneer. "Unlike some people I know, I don't have anything to hide." Brandon's eyes made a quick glance down towards Donovan's towel-clad crotch as the blond stud undid his own belt. Donovan's posse murmured among themselves in confusion, but the captain had caught the implication right away.

Donovan took a step back instinctively and muttered another annoyed "tch." His pulse was starting to race. He didn't want to lose face in front of his crew so easily, but the new guy's smug expression coupled with his very descriptive T-shirt was unnerving. Donovan's skill on the court had won him the adoration of the team, but to this day no one had seen him nude. He knew that the rumors had already begun circling, but so far no one had dared question him about it up front. Still... even if he was outclassed in that regard, this new guy couldn't usurp his position as locker room Alpha so easily, could he?

Donovan nodded for his lackey's to follow him. "I don't have time for this." He said testily. "If you want to prove something, do it on the court." He added as he strode past Brandon.

Brandon was not about to let him leave so soon. He lifted a hand and pressed it against Donovan's chest as the tall, lean basketball star tried to pass. "You're not going anywhere." Brandon said firmly. Donovan balked at the sudden outburst. The captain's entourage started to mutter amongst themselves.

"Prove yourself on the court." Donovan replied tersely. He tried to muscle his way past, but Brandon was instantly on the attack. The short blond dude pressed his hand harder against the captain's chest and spun around as he did so, carrying Donovan along with him and causing the toned, tall basketball star to slam hard against the lockers behind him.

"I have nothing to prove to you." Brandon sneered. Donovan was too shocked to reply. His entourage was no help either. They all recoiled at the sudden outburst. No one knew whether they should step in and help or not. "You're nothing compared to me." Brandon growled. "You're a scrawny little ass who has never had someone put you in your rightful place. I'm the star here now. The sooner you accept that the better."

"Fuck you." Donovan groaned as he tried to shove Brandon off of him. Despite how much taller Donovan was, he lacked the raw strength to so much as budge the solid wall of muscle.

Brandon's sneer turned even more malicious. "I was gonna let you go with a warning, but I think I need to make an example of you." He spat. "For starters, why not show everyone that little baby dick you've been hiding?"

Donovan's face turned white. "How do you know...?" He muttered as if in a daze.

"So you don't deny it." Brandon sneered. "I could spot it a mile away. Everything about the way you walk and the way you talk screams 'I am trying to hide my little kiddie dick.'"

Donovan's entourage had originally been clustered directly behind their idol, but as the confrontation continued, their formation changed and they began to spread out until they had formed a semi-circle around the two rivals with the wall of lockers as the backdrop for the stage. They were no longer backing their captain but were instead intently watching the altercation unfold.

Donovan could tell he was losing his support. He knew he had to do something fast or he would lose his status for good. He gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. He knew he only had one shot at this and so he had to make it count.

"Look who's talking." He spat in defiance. "You wear that shirt advertising your dick, but you look like a roided up freak show. I bet your balls have shrunken down so small that they have pulled right up inside of your body... that's if they haven't rotted clean off already." Donovan put on his best defiant act, but his voice was unsteady. He hoped his bluff would work, but Brandon didn't seem to be buying it.

"Oh, so let me get one thing straight." Brandon replied with a venomous sneer. He turned and shoved Donovan onto the ground. The captain's towel almost came off as he toppled over, but he managed to save it at the last second.

"I don't take accusations like that lightly." Brandon continued as he stared down menacingly at the team captain who was now splayed out on the floor. Donovan managed to pick himself up onto his elbows and stared fearfully up and Brandon. Brandon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, fabric tape measure.

"We're going to measure. Right here. Right now." Brandon goaded. "The loser. The one with the tiny, kid dick, that's you by the way, will suck off the winner, the one with the huge, thick, cock. That's me." He teased maliciously. Brandon then chucked the tape measure at the team captain and began to slowly slide his jeans down.

It was quickly apparent that Brandon didn't have any underwear on under his skin-tight jeans. It was also soon apparent that the short, swole teen was completely hairless over much of his body. Brandon had had it all lasered off back when he had first taken up competitive body-building. Hair diminished the appearance of his muscles and his cock, and he wanted to be sure that no one could deny how huge, and hung, and buff he was. Inch after inch of Brandon's massive cock slowly came into view. Already the other members of the team could see that it was huge. Even if they couldn't tell how long it was, it was easily as thick as a Coke can and still soft!

After a few more inches, Brandon's massive dick spilled the rest of the way out of his jeans. It bobbed and wobbled for a moment and then finally came to a rest. The tip of it reached over halfway down his thighs. Brandon's nuts were massive even in comparison to his enormous cock. Each immense nut was the size of a grapefruit and dangled even lower than the tip of his huge cock. Brandon then kicked off his boots and tossed his pants onto the bench next to him. He stood there for a moment just standing with his hands balled into fists pressed against his sides as he sneered down at the fallen team captain. The only article of clothing Brandon still had on was his favorite t-shirt. The plus size sub sandwich and lurid text no longer seemed to be a joke. "Go on... Measure it." Brandon goaded menacingly.

Donovan merely sat there and stared up in shock at the buff, hung freshman. Brandon's sneer turned even more malicious. "Pick up the fucking tape and measure it." He growled.

Donovan was too shocked to argue. He awkwardly fumbled for the tape measure and staggered onto his knees. His heart was pounding and his legs were trembling as he held the tip of the measure to the base of Brandon's enormous cock. The captain slowly unraveled the spooled measuring tape and slowly counted off inch after massive inch of thick cock. The entire basketball team stared on in awe. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. "8... 9... 10...!?" Donovan announced in a voice that was a mix of awe and confusion. There was something else mixed in there too, another emotion that was quickly bubbling to the surface. It was a mixture of fear, and shame, and defeat.

"Think you can do better?" Brandon sneered. "No more hiding. I've shown you mine, now you show me yours." Donovan tried to get up and bolt before Brandon had a chance to grab him, but he was too late. Brandon pulled Donovan's towel off in one swift motion. Donovan's hands shot down to cover his crotch, but again he wasn't fast enough for the blond's lightning quick reflexes. Brandon caught Donovan by the wrist and pulled the captain in close. In no time flat Brandon had both of Donovan's hands pulled behind his back leaving the former Alpha unable to cover his shame.

The rest of the team gasped as they saw their former idol's package. Nestled amidst the dense patch of unkempt pubes was a small cock and an equally small set of balls. The tip of the captain's dick barely poked through the dense brown bush. The other members of the team all muttered amongst themselves as they stared on. Donovan knew he was done for. He'd never be able to command their respect ever again; not after having been so thoroughly humiliated by the new guy and especially not after having had his sub-par penis displayed for everyone to laugh at.

"Measure it." Brandon barked at one of the other players. Kevin was so startled that he jumped back a few feet. He stared at Brandon incredulously for a moment as he tried to figure out what he should do.

"I said Measure it!" Brandon barked again louder this time. The guy who was taller than Brandon by a good margin but nowhere near as muscular scrambled for the tape measure and picked it up off the floor. Kevin slowly stepped forward and stared apologetically into the captain's eyes for a second before kneeling down to begin the take the reading. It was so strange for him to be holding the dick of the man who until just recently Kevin had idolized. The brown haired guy slid the tip of the measuring tape up the short shaft of the captain's cock until it pressed against the base of his dick.

"It's..." Kevin began to say. Everyone in the locker room, except for Brandon, drew in a sharp breath at the same time as they waited in anticipation for the final verdict. "... two inches."

"Just two inches?" Brandon chided. "Why not give us the change as well."

"Two inches... and... one third?" Kevin said uncertainly. Donovan was silently sobbing as tears rolled down his cheeks. He had never been so humiliated in his life, and to make matters worse no one had so much as lifted a finger to help him.

"Don't look so glum." Brandon mocked with a sneer. "I bet you're more of a grower, aren't you?" Donovan couldn't respond. He was too busy fighting back the tears.

"Get him hard." Brandon barked at the boy who was still kneeling down before his fallen idol.

"Whuh?" The Kevin sputtered.

"You heard me. Jack him off. I want to see just how big our little friend here is." Brandon said menacingly. The boy gulped audibly but reached up to once again get a grip on their captain's dick. It was surprisingly warm and it quickly began to stir to life as the boy stroked it.

"Heh. Look at that." Brandon said mockingly as he watched the spectacle unfold. "Could it be you are actually enjoying this? Do you like having your tiny little dick displayed like this?" Brandon continued to hiss at the captain. Donovan could only shudder and sob as his sensitive dick got harder and harder as the other player stroked it. In a matter of moments Donovan's cock was rock hard and dribbling.

"Now measure it." Brandon said flatly as he glared at the player who had been stroking Donovan off. Kevin didn't even try and say anything this time. He merely lifted the tape and began his tabulations.

"Three inches..." He read. Everyone in the locker room except for Brandon, Donovan, and Kevin gasped. "... and a half." Kevin added.

"Jesus. You're even smaller than my pencil dicked brother." Brandon said mockingly. He released the captain's wrists and shoved him forward, causing the captain to fall forward on top of the guy who had been measuring him.

Donovan pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and then rolled onto his back. His eyes were red and tears flowed down the side of his face, but he managed to keep from outright sobbing. He had lost just about every ounce of respect from the team. He was desperate to hold onto what little he could.

Donovan's jaw dropped as he saw Brandon stroking his already hardening cock. "You're a bit more of a grower than I am." Brandon said with a mocking sneer. "But I don't think that'll help you much."

In a matter of moments Brandon's cock was rock hard and dribbling. It was even more impressive while hard. The beast was impossibly thick given its size, and it seemed to defy gravity. Despite how big and thick it was, it stood straight and tall. The head of it extended far past the short stud's belly button and even reach up to his top row of abs.

"What are you waiting for?" Brandon asked with a mocking sneer. Donovan didn't know what to say or what to do. He just sat there and stared. His mouth hung open in awe, but the rest of him was struggling not to cry from shame.

"Measure it." Brandon said flatly. "Prove once and for all who the big man around here is."

Donovan didn't have the will to fight back anymore. He crawled up onto his knees and scooped up the tape measure. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like the deafening thuds were going to crack his eardrums open. As he placed the tip of the tape measure against the base of Brandon's cock, Donovan could feel the heat emanating from the stud's towering boner. Everything about it was so huge and potent and virile that it just made Donovan even more ashamed. The disgraced captain slowly counted off as he unrolled the tape and measure every inch of the stud's glorious cock. Brandon merely stared on and sneered as Donovan reached the previous ten inch and continued counting. "11... 12...!" Donovan finally announced in awe.

Brandon chuckled menacingly and pointed a thumb to his chest. He didn't even need to say anything; he let his shirt do the talking. The members of the basketball team all read along as Brandon's thumb traced a path across the text that was emblazoned across his t-shirt right above the image of an overstuffed, meat-packed submarine sandwich, "Ask Me About My Footlong." The text wasn't even an exaggeration. If anything it was an understatement. Brandon had by far the biggest, thickest cock in the school, and he was going to make sure everyone knew it.

Now that his shirt had served its purpose, Brandon peeled it off of his thick, muscular torso leaving the buff blond completely nude. His shirt had left little to the imagination, but his muscles looked infinitely more stunning now that they were out in the open. Brandon knew this more than anyone and began to ham it up for his new lackeys. He tensed his midriff which caused the deep grooves between his bulging abs to deepen into massive, dark canyons. He flexed his pecs which caused them to swell up even larger than they already were. Brandon sneered down at the disgraced captain as his pectoral shelf pumped up so far that Donovan was hidden from his view.

Donovan felt even punier as he stared up. He could no longer see the face of his tormentor. It was obscured behind the enormous overhang of the stud's gigantic pecs. All Donovan could see from his seat on the floor of the locker room was a solid wall of bulging muscle and a massive cock complete with two, enormous, low hanging, grapefruit sized nuts that practically sloshed with pent up jizz.

Brandon tensed up all the muscles in his body as he went in for his favorite pose. He lifted both arms and flexed his biceps for his audience. His sneer softened into a smug smirk as a gasp of awe echoed through the locker room. His enormous, bulging biceps were so huge that they almost rivaled the size of the jock's head. It looked like he had had two soccer balls injected under the skin of his arm.

Brandon flashed a gloating sneer at the basketball team and then turned to plant a kiss right on his gigantic, beefy bicep. He didn't even have to crane his neck. The muscle was simply so huge that it met him more than halfway. He shot another gloating sneer for his audience as he turned and did the same thing for his other glorious bicep.

Brandon relaxed his muscles which granted Donovan the first vision of the blond jock's face since Brandon had started his gun show. Brandon was once again sneering at him with unbridled malice. Donovan didn't like where this was going one bit. He tried to voice some form of opposition, but he couldn't get anything to come out other than a few muffled sobs.

"You lost the game." Brandon said with a sneer. "I guess that means you've got to suck me off." The short jock said as he shook his cock for emphasis. Brandon's immense boner was still rock hard. Donovan couldn't even reply. He merely sat there shaking as he choked back his sobs of shame. Tears rolled down his cheeks like rain.

"Do you need another demonstration?" Brandon said flatly. "I would gladly show you who the big man here is."

Donovan gave up. He knew he couldn't fight back even if he wanted to. His pride was gone and his social standing with it. He crawled back up onto his knees and slowly reached up to grip the blond stud's cock with both hands. Brandon folded his arms in front of his chest as he stared down and sneered.

"That's right. Suck it like the baby dicked bitch you are." Brandon growled. Donovan glanced pleadingly at all the other players in the locker room. Not one of them seemed to show any interest in helping him. They all stood back and watched in anticipation. Donovan knew he had no choice. He reached forward and grabbed the stud's thick dock with both hands. The tool was so huge that Donovan couldn't even wrap a hand all the way around it. He slowly opened his mouth and leaned in to try and take the beast, but it was simply too thick for him to swallow. The best he could hope to do was suck on the tip of it while he stroked the shaft with both hands.

"I suppose that'll have to do." Brandon said with a demeaning chuckle as Donovan tried his best to suck him off. The captain cringed slightly at the bitter taste of the pre as it reached his tongue, but he didn't want to show any more weakness than he already had. Fortunately it didn't take long for him to finish. Brandon was already so horny from his power trip that his cock was already shuddering after just a minute of awkward suckling from the team captain. Donovan could feel and taste that Brandon was about to burst. Donovan tried to pull away, but Brandon had his hands on the captain's head and held him in place. Spunk burst forth from Brandon's cock like a jet from a geyser. The spooge launched straight into Donovan's mouth. Donovan tried not to swallow any, but there was just so much of it and more was coming with every second. Donovan gulped audibly which caused Brandon to cackle mockingly, but at least the blond bully let go of Donovan's head allowing the captain to pull back.

Brandon was nowhere near done cumming yet though. Once Donovan pulled back, Brandon made sure to aim so that the torrent of jizz hit the disgraced captain square in the face. Donovan was coughing and sputtering as he tried to catch his breath after having his mouth so plugged full of jizz that he kept getting more and more cum in his mouth which he instinctively swallowed. In a matter of seconds Donovan's entire face was coated in a thick layer of spunk. The jizz clung to his hair and oozed down his chest. Brandon had put out more cum in one orgasm than the entire rest of the basketball could do combined, and Donovan was now covered in all of that spunk.

Brandon loved how huge his nuts were, and he especially loved how much they could put out. He loved watching his target get drenched in his spooge. It was the proverbial icing on the cake for him. Not only was it further proof of his raw, unbridled masculinity, but something about being completely coated in another dude's jizz was beyond humiliating for his victim.

After that, Brandon was the undisputed alpha of the basketball team. It wasn't long before he was the top dog of every sports team in school. With his dominion over the jocks complete, he had nothing to fear from anyone, students or faculty. He kept his status secure with frequent shows of superiority like the one Donovan had endured. Every day he had a new target who would be forced to kneel before him and suck his off but not before Brandon had whipped out his trusty measuring tape and forced them to compare sizes. Some days they measured muscle sizes. Some days they measured cock. Some days they measured both, but at the end of every measuring, the loser would be forced to worship whichever part of Brandon's body he had told them to compare. On days where he was exceptionally horny he would even have three guys on him; one worshipping his massive cock and two others fawning over his enormous guns, but for the most part he kept the hazing of jocks to the locker room. The halls were where he exercised his dominion over the nerds and the dweebs. As long as the jocks stayed on Brandon's good side, their humiliation and domination would be limited to the relative safety of the locker room.

Donovan had seen his status recover to a certain degree since his first encounter with Brandon. The rumors of his small cock still circled the corridors, but none of the jocks would add any fuel to the flames. There was a certain sense of solidarity amongst them; each and every one of them had ended up on the receiving end of Brandon's arrogance and malice, and Donovan's skill on the basketball court still counted for quite a lot.

"It seems someone needs another lesson." Brandon growled as he glared menacingly at the basketball captain. Brandon was fine with Donovan acting like a hotshot as long as he gave Brandon the due reverence he deserved, but the captain had just overstepped his bounds.

Brandon's glare changed into a sneer as he noticed the way that Donovan was shifting his stance from side to side. The good captain had begun to sport a bone during his conversation with the exceedingly hot volleyball star. Brandon was only all too ready to capitalize on this and not only destroy Donovan once and for all but also prove himself to be more of a man in the eyes of that blonde bombshell.

All chatter in the hallway died away as Brandon sped up his pace and made a beeline for Debra and Donovan. Anyone could see the malice in Brandon's eyes. It was clear that the school's worst bully was hellbent on humiliation, but there was another reason for the hush over the crowd. Pantsings were a common occurrence around here, especially when Brandon was involved, but no one had ever seen one of the jocks be the recipient of such treatment especially not one of the top members of the athletic pantheon. People were curious to see how this could turn out.

Unfortunately Donovan was completely oblivious to Brandon approach. It wasn't until he felt the hands on his waistband that he even realized something was wrong. He tried to reach down and grip his pants before they could hit the floor, but he was too late. Thinking quickly, Donovan shot his hands over his crotch in a last ditch effort to protect his modesty. He suddenly wished he had worn a longer, less form fitting shirt, but such clothing was hard to come by for him. At nearly seven feet tall it was difficult for him to find shirts long enough to cover his midriff, let alone find one that covered his crotch. It seemed like once shirts got past an L they started getting wider with each X, but the shirts never got any longer. He was lucky to find a cut of sports shirt that covered him as well as it did, but even then his shirt just barely reached down to his hips.

Donovan wasn't able to cover his shame for long though. Almost the exact second the basketball star's pants hit the floor, Brandon had his hands wrapped around Donovan's wrists. Brandon roughly yanked Donovan's arms and twisted them painfully behind the basketball player's back. Donovan grunted in pain, but the physical harm paled in comparison to the beating his ego was about to take.

Donovan's almost four inches stood hard at attention for all to see, but only the top few inches poked out above his overgrown bush. For a moment nobody dared make a sound. Donovan could only stand there with his mouth hanging open in shock as he slowly came to realize what was happening.

The first person the break the silence was Debra. She struggled to stop it and even went so far as to put her hands over her mouth to hold it in, but a short giggle escaped her mouth followed soon after by muffled laughter.

Donovan was instantly crestfallen. He could handle Brandon's jeers and taunts. He could even handle being forced to compare sizes in public, but to have the girl he was trying to woo break into laughter at the mere sight of his dick was too much to take. It took everything he had to keep from breaking down right then and there.

Donovan had had plenty of experience bracing himself against Brandon's insults and humiliation, and by now it had given him pretty thick skin. He mentally ran through every possible angle Brandon could play in an effort to brace himself and weaken the blow, but what Brandon did completely off guard.

Brandon leaned in close and in a voice that was barely above a harsh whisper he said, "As if you really had a chance." Brandon's voice was so thick with disdain that Donovan could practically hear the malicious sneer in his voice.

The tears started to trickle out from the corners of Donovan's eyes, but he managed to keep himself from outright sobbing. Whether it was because Brandon didn't want to go too far in the presence of the woman he was trying to woo or because he felt he had delivered the deathblow was hard to tell, but Brandon suddenly shoved Donovan hard from behind sending the disgraced captain tumbling to the floor. Donovan quickly pulled up his shorts and slunk off into the crowd. Everywhere he looked was another student who was either staring at him in shock or outright laughing at him. His eyes were red from the tears, but although it took every last ounce of willpower, Donovan managed to maintain his composure long enough to escape to the relative safety of the parking lot. It wasn't until he slipped into his car that he allowed himself to break down.

Once Donovan had slunk off, Brandon's demeanor did a complete 180. He put on his most polite smile and adopted a much kinder, gentler manner of speaking. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Brandon cooed flirtatiously. "I just didn't want you to get too far along only to discover that he would never be enough to fulfill you." Brandon's faux smile briefly spread into a malicious sneer as he took another cheap shot at the escaped basketball player. Debra didn't seem to notice. In fact, she seemed to be buying his smarm hook, line, and sinker.

"What you need is a real man." Brandon said salaciously. He then lifted both arms up to his sides and flexed both massive biceps for his adoring fans. He shot Debra a wink as he planted a lurid kiss on one bicep and then the other.

"You want to feel them?" Brandon asked. Debra was staring doe-eyed at his enormous muscles and seemed about ready to reach out and touch them. Brandon was only all too happy to let her do so.

"Go on. Feel them." He said as he coaxed her on flirtatiously. "See if you can't wrap your hands around them... I bet they are too big even for you."

"Oh... Ok?" Debra replied quietly. She was so fascinated by his raw masculinity and the sheer size of his muscles that she could barely even think straight. Brandon could not help but smirk. This trick always got people's attention especially the girls he was after. Debra reached up and gripped one of his thick, beefy biceps with one hand. She couldn't come anywhere near closing her hand around it.

"Come on... Try the other one too." Brandon goaded her on playfully. She eagerly complied and gripped the dude's swole arm with both hands. Even with both hands wrapped around it, she could not get her fingertips to touch each other. She stared in awe which just made Brandon's smirk grow larger.

They were suddenly interrupted by the voices of some of the other volleyball players. "Come on!" One of the girls shouted.

"We've got a match tonight!" Another chimed in.

"If you don't hurry you'll miss the bus!" Another added.

"Oh..." Debra replied. She looked crestfallen. It was obvious that she wanted to spend a little more time with the hot stud before her, but she couldn't afford to miss the game.

"Just go." Brandon said politely. He even faked a gentle smile to put her mind at ease. He had to stifle a smug chuckle as he saw the look in her eyes. He knew he'd have her eating out of his hand in no time. There was just one last thing he had to do to seal the deal.

He reached over and gently grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips. He then kissed it gently like a good gentleman should. "We'll be able to see each other again Monday." He said gently.

Debra's cheeks flushed red at this. Brandon knew he had her where he wanted her, and a normal guy would be happy to leave things there. Brandon had other ideas though. "Next time we meet..." He added in a sultry tone as he guided her hand down across his huge, dense pecs and rippling abs. "I'll show you what a 'Real' man looks like." He added as he brought her hand to rest on his humongous bulge. Her eyes went wide as she felt the outline of his huge, thick dick. Even without looking at it she could tell that it was far larger than Donovan's could ever hope to be. Brandon was sure he could actually see her legs tremble slightly. He figured that she must be imagining what it would be like to have it rammed deep inside of her. Brandon's forced polite smile turned into a smug grin, but Debra didn't notice. She was too preoccupied with other portions of his anatomy.

"We've got to go now!" One of the girls from the volleyball team called out again. This snapped Debra from her trancelike state.

"Oh! Right!" She called back. She gave Brandon one last furtive grin before turning and running after her friends.

"See you Monday." Brandon pleasantly called after her. Brandon already couldn't wait for the weekend to be over. He knew by Monday afternoon he'd have her right where he wanted her, mounted on the end of his huge cock, and then he could set his sights on yet another hot girl.