Marcos' Adventures in High School (Novel)

Chapter 1

Marcos was having a horrible day. He hated this, hated how often his parents moved him from school to school, not caring about what he wanted. It was 18 and already so close to graduating, and still they wouldn’t stop doing this to him. He wanted to get out to a decent college and stop this nonsense once and for all. And now, walking up to the school on his first day (though it was the middle of the semester), he was beyond frustrated. He was way too far from his old friends to even bother talking to them again, and now he had to attempt trying to make new buddies so close to graduating? Talk about ridiculous.

After getting his schedule, he walked to his locker and watched it creek as it slid open. This was ridiculous, and the school appears to be a complete mess. It took him a while to find his first class, too. Calculus, one of his worst subjects. As soon as he entered, he knew everybody would be staring. He was so used to this treatment. Everyone in a small town knew each other, and as soon as a foreign figure walked in, all they could do was snicker and talk about him even though he could clearly hear them. His parents had no idea the treatment people received in high school, how cruel these kids could be. He was sick and tired of it.

The teacher walked in a few minutes after him, completely ignoring the class as he sorted his belongings out and turned on the projector. “Hello class, terrible day, isn’t it? A monday, it’s raining… you have calculus first thing.” He chuckled to himself. He scanned the room, and spotted Marcos, who was trying very hard not to be seen. “Ah, I just remembered. We have a new student today.” He looked down at his attendance list. “Marcos Blackwell, come on up. Introduce yourself to the class.”

Marcos inwardly groaned, and awkwardly stood up. This was going to be horrible. He could feel the class’s eyes boring into him, studying his appearance. It wasn’t like he was ugly - he was very tall, built like a jock with broad shoulders, thick arms and had wavy black short hair. He had one particular trait he was shameful for, but he knew that no one would ever figure that out. It was part of the reason why he’s never dated anyone, in addition to the fact that he moved so often he didn’t get to know anyone before being snatched away. He turned as he reached the white board, and stared at them. “Um, what do you want me to say?” He asked the teacher awkwardly. A few of the students chuckled at that.

“Just introduce yourself, where you’re from, your background, anything you want!” He said cheerfully. Marcos wanted to kill him.

“Ah. My name is Marcos Blackwell, I’m from New York City, though I travel very often because my dad’s a general in the U.S. army. Um…” Before he could think of more, a boy walked into the room, wearing a football jersey and grinning ear to ear.

“Who’s this?” He asked, his voice deep and gruff.

“Our new student.” The teacher replied. “Now go to your seat, Louis. You’re late already.”

Louis ignored him, clearly not caring about anything the teacher had to say. “Ah, new students need my special new student welcome. What do you say, guys?” A few woops in the back of the room was all he needed for encouragement. Before Marcos could do anything, he approached him and pulled his pants and underwear down in front of the whole class.

There was a collective gasp in the room. Marcos, a man standing at 6’8 tall, stood there completely naked from the waist down with a 3.5” cock. It was barely the size of a pinky finger. He scrambled to pull his pants back up, but it was too late. Everyone had seen it. Even the teacher seemed completely surprised. All the students burst out laughing, and the teacher shushed them up, telling them that class was going to begin.

This was the most horrifying thing Marcos had ever experienced. He had dreaded the moment that his girl would see him for the first time and tell him she never wanted to see him naked again. But this… this was worse than his worst fantasy. Everyone in this new school would know now what an embarrassment he was. How someone this tall and large could have such a small cock. It was shameful.

It seemed no one knew about it the next few periods he attended, but by lunch time, he could see the looks becoming more and more obvious - the rumours had spread. Everyone in the school now knew about his small cock, and everyone wanted to see it. He was lining up to get food when someone called out, “you won’t need any nutrition for such a small dick, man!”

The crowd around him burst out laughing, unable to hide it. Marcos blushed furiously, and grabbed his food hurriedly. He ran to the bathroom, and ate there, not wanting to show his face. That night, he went home and told his parents they had to move. ASAP. They were shocked to hear him say this for the first time. Usually, he was the one begging for them not to move. To stay in a certain town forever because he finally made friends. This time, it was the opposite. He was telling them they had to leave immediately and they simply told him his dad was here at a permanent basis until further notice.

He couldn’t sleep that night. He spent the rest of the evening thinking about what would happen next tomorrow. Were they the type of kids that forgot about a rumour as soon as it started? Or would they continue, solely because they had nothing else to laugh about? It was horrifying. The next day was even worse than he imagined. The same boy that pulled his pants down in class spent the entire day trying to catch him off guard and pull down his underwear in front of the school. It happened so often that Marcos was sure every single person had seen his dick already, confirming for themselves how small he really was. It was disturbing. And why wasn’t the principal doing anything about it? Did she find it hilarious as well?

Even from people who seemed to be nice, he could hear them whisper about it as he passed the halls. They would talk about how weird that was, how someone so tall could have a dick like that. They wondered whether or not he had ever gotten laid, and then talked to each other about his genetics, wondering if his kids would have small dicks as well. He wanted to run away and never come back. What kind of sick treatment was this? They bully wouldn’t stop either, he seemed to be stalking Marcos at this point. Even finding him in the bathroom from time to time just to make fun of him. Clearly, he was earning a lot of laughter from his fellow students from this new kid, and would be milking it as much as possible. Marcos had to do something about this. It was shameful, horrifying, and downright wrong. He needed to find his revenge, and quickly.

By the weekend he was feeling completely depressed. How could anyone possibly survive this? Maybe he could pull the bully’s pants down as well, and see whether or not he had a small cock. Maybe he should just pull everyone’s pants down and get expelled so they’d stop making fun of him. Honestly, that seemed like the best option at this point.

Another part of this that really hurt him was that they were right. He’s never gotten laid and he was desperate for it. He had an incredibly high sex drive and testosterone count, and had to masturbate sometimes twice a day just to get himself somewhat satisfied. He was almost always watching porn, always touching himself, and it was never enough. That was why he found himself constantly miserable from not being able to fuck anyone. That was all he wanted, really. To have a big dick and fuck all the girls he wanted.

He turned on his normal porn site and started to think about anything other than the bullying. It wouldn’t stop though. His mind kept racing on, telling him how small he was and how all the women he fantasized about would never want to be with him. Why would they? For once, he looked away from the video and saw one of the ads right next to it. It was advertising some pills called “Big D pills”, which were currently being sold at Amazon. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there were lots of scammers out there, and he had never actually heard of pills actually managing to get a dick larger. But… he was desperate now. It was worth a try, right? It wasn’t even that expensive- 49.99 was worth it for him to get his dick even remotely bigger. He would be facing potentially months of panting, and maybe he could slowly get his dick up to a normal size over time. It was the least he could hope for, right? And if that didn’t work, he would have to begin plan B - pantsing so many people at school that he’s expelled and never has to see any of them again.

It was good he had his own credit card, he couldn’t imagine what his mom would think if she saw him buying something like this. He even paid more for rush delivery so he could get it the next day before school started again. Thank god for amazon deliveries. He was so excited he couldn’t even masturbate anymore, and he turned his computer off, eagerly awaiting his delivery the next day.

It took longer than he anticipated, but it finally arrived in the afternoon on Sunday. He picked up the package with his name on it and ran upstairs, not saying a word to either of his bewildered parents. He read through the instructions, and was shocked to find that results were guaranteed within minutes. He was assuming it would take a few weeks, but now he was even more hyped. He couldn’t help but imagine the look of shock on Louis’s face when he saw how big he became. He immediately swallowed a pill, knowing full well the bottle said to only take one at a time. He would see the effects and then decide if he would take any more.

He sat for a few minutes, and then another 30 minutes. By the time an hour passed, he was getting incredibly frustrated. It didn’t work at all! This pill was obviously a complete scam. They said it would work within minutes. He was feeling completely lost and deceived, and he threw the pill bottle across the room. It slammed against his wall, creating a mark in it. He sighed. Nothing happened to the bottle itself. It was made out of plastic and screwed on tight with a child safety lock. He got up and picked it up. It wouldn’t hurt to take some more right? It didn’t work anyways. He opened it again and swallowed all the pills in the bottle, chugging it down with some water. Nothing happened that night. It was ridiculously frustrating. Now he had all night to think about how he would be bullied the next day with nothing he could do about it. Maybe he should fake sick until they forgot what his dick looked like.

It took him a while, but he ended up falling asleep at around 1a.m., his body finally resting for the first time in a few days. In the morning, he woke up to the greatest surprise of his life. His pants were… tighter than normal. He pulled it down, and audibly gasped out loud. That was not his dick. It was fucking 10 inches long while completely flaccid. There were veins all around it, pulsing and manly as hell. This dick would drive women crazy, he knew it. He doubted it would even fit in any of them. He was eager to find out how big it would be fully erect, but he had no time to get himself hard and flaccid again. He would have to go to school for now and find out that night.

He spent his entire ride to school thinking about what he would do. He would have to somehow reveal to the whole school that his dick has somehow… doubled? No, grew four times in size in just the course of a weekend. No one could possibly believe him. The best way would be to show them. Show them how fucking big he was now. No one could possibly make fun of him now. He was almost giddy with excitement. In the same calculus class, almost like dejavu, he raised his hand to ask the teacher if he could stand in front of the class to pass on a message.

He agreed immediately, probably feeling pity for Marcos for what he’s been through. Marcos walks to the front confidently this time, grinning from ear to ear. This was going to be…. good. He turned around in one smooth motion, and stared at each one in the eye before pulling his pants and boxers down, this time with his free will.

It was the same thing again, complete shock and gasps. The class couldn’t believe what they were seeing. How was this even possible? To get your dick so large so quickly? Did he wish upon a star or something? “MARCOS! Principal’s office. Now!” The teacher called out, furious. Just seeing their expression was completely worth it for him, he didn’t even care if he was expelled.

Thankfully, the principal wasn’t too merciless. She scolded him for revealing his privates in a public place, told him that he could go to jail for doing something like this, and then suspended him for a week. Because he was over 18, they didn’t actually call his parents to come in, which was perfect for him because his dad was pretty strict. He spent the whole week excited about what would come next. He knew the rumours were spreading like wildfire now, and there was no way Louis would ever pull his pants down again. It was perfect. He felt like a king finally on his throne.

He spent the whole week masturbating thinking about all the women he was going to fuck when he went back. His dick was even larger while erect, his head pulsing constantly with precum dripping out. His veins begged to be stroked. He knew girls would drool over it and want to be fucked by it. He would be the centre of attention, and in a good way, too.

When he finally went back on Monday, he realized he was right. Girls were looking at him differently, giggling as he walked by and flipping their hair. He felt like he could smell a heavier amount of perfume than normal, and noticed them bend over to grab pencils when he was close by, showing off their ass and tits whenever he was near. It was absolutely wonderful. It seemed the rumour had spread even quicker than he imagined, and he even heard passing remarks of his new nickname - Big D Marcos. He could live with that. Those pills were an absolute life saver.

What was he going to do next? The possibilities were endless, and he was constantly rocking a boner just thinking about it. First, he would have to take his revenge on the guy who caused all this in the first place - Louis. During one of his classes, he leaned back and whispered to a girl who seemed like she would be a popular type. “Hey, do you know if Louis has a girlfriend?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you asking?”

“Just wondering.” He said, trying to look innocent.

“Yes, he does. Her name is Michelle. She’s the hottest girl in our school, everyone knows that.” She replied while twirling her hair. “By the way, you got a girl yourself?” She winked at him.

Marcos replied, “no,” curtley before turning back to listen to the lesson. He would fuck this girl another time, now… he had a more important prey to catch.

It seemed like he had perfect timing. There was a football game that night, and Michelle was one of the cheerleaders on the team. He would be able to pick her out in the team and try to talk her up while she was unaware. The girl was right, though, she was indeed the hottest girl at school. She had huge tits and an equally huge ass, her waist was tight and he loved to watch her body bounce as she danced to the music. She would be perfect for him to lose his virginity. This was everything he’s wanted, and more. He followed the cheerleaders after the dance, and waited by the corner of the changing room, trying to find an opportunity to talk to her alone. Wait, why was he being so patient? He had power over the girls now. He could just tell them to leave.

When he was certain they were all changed, he strutted in, grinning ear to ear confidently. “Hey girls, I think I’m lost.”

A girl screamed out and pointed at him. “Boy in the girl’s changing room!”

Before the other girls could scream as well, one of them raised her eyebrow, “Hey, isn’t that Big D Marcos? The new kid that grew a 10 incher overnight?”

“Woah really?” Another one said, brushing her hair aside. “How may we help you?” She asked seductively.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to Michelle alone.” He said, pretending like he wasn’t plotting anything. All the girls turned back to look at Michelle, who was now sitting at the chair brushing her long blonde locks.

“Lucky bitch.” One said before heading out the door, the rest of them following.

Michelle looked at him with a worried expression. “Um… what did you want to talk to me about?”

“You’re dating Louis, right?” He asked casually, leaning against one of the lockers.

“Yes.” She replied quickly.

“You know what he did to me right? On my first day of school? And then an entire week after?” He demanded.

“Yeah… he wouldn’t stop talking about it.” She rolled her eyes.

“And you didn’t think that was wrong? Huh?” He asked, his anger rising. “You didn’t think to tell your boyfriend to stop fucking with me?”

She looked even more concerned, and backed off a few steps. “Hey, I don’t control him. He does what he wants. You know what he’s like.”

“Well then, you won’t mind if I do what I want then.” Marcos replied. He was approaching slowly like a predator, and finally cornered her, his body completely blocking her path to escape.

She gulped. “What are you going to do to me?” He stared hungrily at her body, looking from head to toe.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream for mercy.” He said. He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips on hers, and she struggled against him. He opened and closed it expertly, tasting her saliva and the stickiness of her lip gloss against his lips. She was absolutely delicious. He lifted her body and pushed her against the lockers, pressing his body against hers to hold her up. His dick was already rock hard, and he ground against her hard. She couldn’t help but moan out loud, feeling his length against his pants. It seemed the rumours were true, he was that big. She could feel herself get more and more turned on at the thought. Louis was good in bed, but he had a 5” cock, which was never able to satisfy her the way she wanted. She wanted her eyes to roll back and her body to scream out loud. It was something she’s never gotten with him. She couldn’t help but wonder in the back of her mind whether or not Marcos could provide her that. He slipped her mini skirt down along with her panties, struggling to do so while still pinning her against the lockers. When he finally managed to do so, he appreciated his efforts. Her pussy was soaked and fully shaved, it looked so delicious to see one in real life. He could almost feel how tight she would be with him inside of her.

He pulled his pants down as well, and she gasped out loud as she looked down at it. “Marcos! That’s not going to fit inside me!”

“How do you know if you haven’t tried?” He asked, and ground against her hard. She moaned, feeling his dick graze against her clit and rub her wetness up and down. “That feels good, huh? Slut. I know you want more, look at how wet you are.”

She could only moan back in return. He needed to hear her beg for it, to beg for him to fuck her. He came up with a plan. He continued to kiss her, and then moved down to her neck, sucking and biting on it gently. She mewled beneath him, and couldn’t help but grind back against his dick. He pushed her back with his arms, and then slipped his dick in slowly, just his head. Just that alone made him pulse rapidly. Ah… so this is what a pussy felt like. He finally understood what all men were raving about. It was fucking fantastic. He had to master incredible endurance to slip back out again.

She stared at him. “What are you doing?” She asked, completely bewildered.

“Why? Is my head not enough for you?” He replied while smirking.

“Why aren’t you fucking me already?!” She demanded, clearly frustrated.

“Oh, do you want me to fuck you?”

She bit her lip, thinking for a few seconds. “No, but you clearly want to. Get it over with so we can leave!”

“That’s not the kind of attitude I like.” He replied, and did the same motion again. He inserted just the tip inside of her while sucking hard on her neck, then stroked back out. She gaped at him, both shocked and turned on. He could feel her getting even wetter, the fluid now dripping onto the floor slowly. “What a slut you are… being fucked by your boyfriend’s enemy and getting so fucking wet by it. You want me to do more, don’t you? To slam you against this locker and show you what a proper dick feels like.” He grinned. “All you have to do is ask.”

She looked to the left, blushing. “You’re wrong. I’d never cave to your ridiculous requests. I love Louis, and him alone.”

“I’m sure his dick is nothing compared to mine… imagine how good it would feel deep inside you, making your pussy the shape of my dick. You’ll never be satisfied with any other men again. No, maybe this would be a bad call for you.” He whispered in her ear, his hot breath against her. She groaned out at his dirty words, and felt him slide his dick against her clit again. It was becoming easier and easier to do so with how horny she was, and he loved the teasing process. He had no doubt she would cave at some point. With one particularly hard bite on her neck he slipped in even further, and then slipped out again, creating even more agony for her.

“Marcos. Come on!” She cried out. Her hips were now becoming out of control, it slid into him everytime he was inside of her.

He bit her ear, and demanded. “Ask. For. It. Slut.”

She finally conceded. “Fuck me, Marcos. Please. Just do it, make my pussy the shape of your dick.”

“Good girl.” He said, and slammed hard into her. He could feel it immediately hit her cervix. He groaned out loud. She was so fucking tight it was like she was going to burst his dick. He could feel every bump inside of her, feel the fluids make it even easier for him to slide around. It was so fucking delicious he knew he was immediately addicted to it. Sex was an absolute joy. She cried out with the first stroke, it was more than she could possibly imagine. She felt pain, it was stretching her out more than she could take. Nothing she’s ever gotten was even close to that. He adjusted further, and pounded her a few more times, getting to know her boundaries. With every stroke, she was getting more and more adjusted to him, and it started to feel good… very good. She moaned and thrusted back at him, feeling his dick mercilessly hit her cervix over and over. It was like she was transcending to a different universe, she couldn’t clearly anymore, couldn’t do anything other than moan and groan underneath him. She couldn’t remember her name, what she was doing there - the only thing she could think of was that dick, and how to get more of it.

He slammed her so hard into the lockers it was making an imprint onto her back, but she didn’t care. She clawed at his back, hissing at all the force he was putting inside of her. Fuck this guy had enourmous stamina. He wouldn’t stop. He just kept going, and she could feel herself needing to cum almost immediately. She was tightening around him, milking his dick over and over with her pussy. It was out of her control. He wouldn’t stop slamming into her, harder and faster every time. She groaned and flicked her clit over and over with his slamming, and came hard against him, pulsing around him and milking him like she needed all of his cum inside of her. Normally, this would make a guy cave and cum as well. Marcos wouldn’t stop though. He had many years of daily masturbation going for him, and that somehow translated to a heavier endurance than normal. That meant he continued fucking her while she just came, and was very sensitive. Her mind couldn’t deal with it anymore, and neither could her body. All she could do was scream his name over and over, taking his dick with every thrust.

Finally, when she felt like she was going to collapse and take no more, he came inside of her, grunting hard as he did. His balls had tripled in size as well, and it pumped load after load inside of her, filling up her insides completely with his cum. She gasped out loud. She’s never been cum into before, the warmth of the sticky cream inside her felt so good. His final few thrusts made her cum once more, and she milked him continually while he pumped inside her. It was a perfect finish, and he let her down onto the floor as soon as he popped out. She fell onto the ground immediately. She felt like her vagina was gapping, and would never be the same again. How could it be after being fucked by such a large dick? Only he would ever be able to satisfy her.

He grinned down at her. “How’s my little whore doing?”

She pursed her swollen red lips. “So…. satisfied.” Her eyes rolled back.

He pulled her hair back and bit her lips hard. “Good girl.” He got her number from her and left her there, covered in his cum and naked from the waist down, completely unable to move from the pounding she just received. He doubted she would be able to move properly for quite some time.

That night he messaged her some commands: he told her what he wanted to wear to school tomorrow in front of Louis and everyone, and that if she didn’t do so he would never fuck her again. He hoped his dick would be good enough to give her such a task, but he was confident enough at this point to do so. What was the worst thing that could happen, anyways?

The next day, he was feeling very pleased. She was wearing a tight sports bra and black panties, with the words slut written in permanent marker on her bra. People stared at her with open mouths. They couldn’t believe she was wearing something so slutty at school. She was fucking gorgeous, and he was hard just looking at her whore-ish outfit, one that he commanded her to wear. Damn, he could get used to this power.

During their break, he rewarded her by fucking her in the girl’s bathroom, which he locked so no one could get in. He leaned her over the sink and whispered to her what a good fucking slut she was, that she would do anything for his fat dick. She nodded along, agreeing with him with every sentence, her mind being brainwashed more and more with every stroke. He told her to call Louis in the middle of fucking her, and she did it without a second thought.

The phone rang a few times, and he answered. “Yeah?”

“Mhhhhmph.” She said in response.

“Michelle? Are you okay?”

“Agh!” She cried out after a particularly good thrust.

“Michelle!?” He said urgently.

“Tell him what I told you to say.” Marcos said calmly.

“I’m currently being fucked by Marcos’s big fat cock and loving it. I’m a whore for him and the way he fucks me… AGH you can never compare to it with your tiny dick!” The thought of saying these dirty words to her boyfriend made her sploosh out even more, and it coated his dick and her thighs with her juices. He grinned appreciatively, loving how much she was into it as well.

“Michelle? I’m going to fucking kill him.” He cried out.

“Come to the garage after school today, he wants to talk to you.” She screamed and cut off the phone, gasping out loud. “Mmm… Marcos. Fuck me harder, faster. Ah! I love your dick so much.

Chapter 2

Louis was absolutely fuming, Marcos could tell, and he was loving every second of it. This guy was finally going to learn his lesson, and would never ever bully anyone again. Marcos would make sure of it. Sure enough, the stupid jock showed up after school, glaring around as he looked for Marcos. He looked horribly terrifying, standing there in a football jersey with his hands in his pockets, looking to murder someone.

Marcos told himself it would all be okay, to trust in the magical ability of his dick now, and walked into the garage. It was used for teaching mechanics at the school as an elective, but as classes were over for the day, no one would be there to bother them. All according to plan. Louis glared at him as soon as he entered, “What the fuck did you do to my girlfriend you dick?” He called out.

Marcos just smiled. “All I did is fuck her, just like she asked. You can’t blame her for being obsessed with such a large dick.”

“I know you made her do it. There’s no fucking way you know how to work that thing.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Marcos’ smile became even wider.

“Excuse me?” Louis asked, not expecting this response at all.

“You heard me. I said you can find out for yourself what Michelle is obsessed over.”

“I’m not going to touch your fucking dick.” He said, looking at him with complete hatred. “What I am going to do is bash your head in and make you regret you ever touched my girl.”

“Louis, you’ve cheated on her, too.” Marcos said, wanting to roll his eyes. What an absolute hypocrite. Louis only ignored him, not wanting to admit the truth. “Why don’t you come suck my dick, and I’ll promise to let her go?”

Louis approached him, absolutely fuming. Marcos was worried for a second, would his plan actually not work? He hadn’t prepared anything to defend himself, and he was beginning to worry that the alpha-male would indeed try to kill him while they were alone like this. He looked like a gorilla walking towards him, steam practically coming out of his ears. Then, when he was a few steps away from him, his eyes softened. “You promise you’ll give her back to me?” He asked. “She’s the only person I’ve ever cared about.”

Ah, exactly what Michelle had told him while he fucked her brains out. Louis did have a soft side. “Yes, I promise.” A lie, but Louis didn’t have to know that. He went on his knees, the shame clear in his eyes. Marcos had planned this out more, thinking he would have to manipulate him way more than he did, but everything seemed to be working out for him lately.

It was the magic of the pills, clearly.

Louis slowly unbuttoned Marcos’ pants, gulping slightly. “Have you ever sucked dick before?” Marcos asked, looking down at him. Louis shook his head. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Louis ignored him, and pulled his zipper down instead. “If you bite down… I’ll never return her to you.”

“I won’t fucking bite down.” He replied, and then pulled Marco’s dick out. It was still soft, but the length was shocking to Louis. He wondered if he would be able to take it down at all. He definitely had a larger jaw than most women… but he probably had a pretty bad gag reflex. Marcos would have to show him how to do it properly.

“Stroke it.” He said. Louis was being passive, which was quite opposite to his usual personality. He listened, and started to stroke Marcos at the tip where he was the most sensitive. Marcos wasn’t into dudes at all, but he was into dominating those who didn’t want to be dominated, and Louis was the prime target for that. Besides, guys had tight holes for him to fuck just like females did, and he didn’t mind destroying them the same way. Louis stroked him faster, and he grew underneath him, showing him his proper length. Louis’ eyes widened when he realized how big Marcos truly could be, and he wondered if the other male was thinking about how he fucked his girlfriend, and how she would never be the same again? How could she, when the size of her cunt was now shaped in Marcos’ dick?

“Good. Now put it in your mouth.” Marcos said, and Louis complied. Marcos tensed for a second, truly worried he would lose his dick for being so bold, but Louis did everything he asked. He was inexperienced, very inexperienced. He sucked passively, and could only get a fifth of Marcos’ dick down. This won’t do. Marcos grabbed his head and pushed Louis’ hands off of him. He started to fuck his mouth, going in and out slowly at first, trying to make the guy accustomed to having dick in his mouth, and then started to go faster, pumping in and out of Louis’ mouth like he had done this a million times before. He was getting proud of this jock, who was taking his dick in like a champ. He had his eyes closed, and tears started to well up in his eyes from trying hard not to choke, but he took it all in without even gagging. Marcos was loving every second of it.

He was shocked when Louis started to twirl his tongue around the tip of his dick, licking and sucking it like it was his mission. It made Marcos hump him even harder, wanting to get more of that sweet sensation of his tongue. It was absolute bliss. He grabbed his hair tighter, almost roughly, and pounded into him with wild abandonment.

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, when the drool started to come off Louis’ mouth onto his balls, he pushed him away in one loud grunt. “What the fuck, man?” Louis said, wiping the drool from his mouth. “You almost came!”

“That’s why I stopped.” Marcos said. “Take off your pants.” He said calmly. It seemed to be the best way to make people obedient to your commands, not hesitating for a second as you told them what to do.

“What?!”

“I said, take off your pants.” Marcos repeated. Louis did as he was told, and Marcos could see his bulge against his pants, and he grinned. “Your boxers, too.”

“Marcos…” He said, almost shyly. The situation was so absurd that Marcos wanted to laugh. He listened, though, and when his boxers came down, his dick sprang up. It wasn’t nearly as large as Marcos’, but since he never took any pills, it was still pretty impressive. No wonder why Michelle was into him. She was clearly a slut for large dicks.

“You’re so hard from sucking a guy’s dick.” Marcos said, making Louis blush even harder. “What would your girlfriend say, huh?” He walked towards him without Louis answering, purposefully striding with confidence. He put his body around the large man’s and put his hand on Louis’ dick, stroking it. The jock groaned out, already humping his hand. Louis was clearly very into the blow job, as evident by the precum already oozing out of his dick. Marcos took some and smeared it on Louis’ dick, acting as a lubricant to help him pump faster. “You’re so hard for me Louis.” He whispered in his ear. The man only groaned in response, unable to say anything to hide his lust and clear embarrassment.

Marcos did something he didn’t even expect himself. He stuck a finger into his own mouth, coating it with saliva, and then reached under Louis, placing it against his ass. Louis turned his head in shock, but he was too enveloped by Marcos to do anything except look at him with wild eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Something you’re clearly craving.” Marcos said before pushing the finger inside him. Louis cried out, he was clearly too much of a ‘man’ to have anything up his ass before, but Marcos knew how much he secretly enjoyed it. He pushed in further, and started to fuck him with his finger in the same rhythm as the cock stroking. It was driving Louis crazy, and his eyes moved to the back of his head as he enjoyed the sensations. It was actually bothering Marcos how much Louis was enjoying it. This was supposed to be a punishment!

He stuck another finger into him to make it hurt a bit, and Louis groaned out loud. He didn’t want to tear his ass apart, but he definitely wanted him to feel some pain, enough that he would rethink ever bullying anyone again. He fucked him with two fingers, in and out, in and out. When he thought the jock was stretched enough, he pushed him over, leaning his ass towards Marcos’ dick. Thankfully, it seemed his own body was enjoying all of this, and he was still very hard, and very ready to pound someone.

He aimed his dick at Louis’ entrance, grinning. This was going to hurt, and it would be complete payback for what he did to him. “No… don’t!” Louis said, realizing what was happening. “It’s going to hurt…” He sounded very whiny and passive, which was so different from his usual personality.

“It’s meant to hurt. You’re being punished for being such a cruel person.” Marcos said coldly. “I hope you’ll never hurt anyone again.”

“Listen, man. I promise I won’t hurt anyone again. Just don’t do this, please.” Louis begged.

He almost felt bad for the guy, but he had to finish what he started. He wrapped his hands around Louis’ wrists, binding them behind his back. He then pushed in, and almost felt a pop as Louis’ anal sphincter wrapped around his dick. He groaned out loud, he was beyond tight. Nothing had ever entered this virgin ass before, and it was obvious. He won’t be able to stop himself from being gentle. It felt too good.

Louis groaned out loud, trying hard to maintain his composure but couldn’t. The pain was just too much. When he felt like Louis was finally adjusting to his dick in his ass, he started to stroke faster, in and out. Everytime, it seemed like his dick was getting deeper and deeper inside Louis’ ass, and it felt beyond amazing. The jock was almost enjoying it himself. It was the balance between pleasure and pain, and he knew with every stroke it was leaning more and more towards pleasure. He was definitely hitting his prostate, and Louis had started to moan out loud everytime he hit it. “You like that? You whore. You like my dick inside of you?” Marcos said, his lust completely taking over. He used his control of the other man’s wrists to drive him back towards him, and the sawing motion was so good.

Louis was clenching around him now, and Marcos thought he might pop out of him any second now. It was just so fucking tight, way more than Michelle’s pussy. He was getting closer… closer… he could feel his balls squeeze underneath him, and his body drove him on. With one final thrust, he came hard into the other man as he groaned away, one groan for every thrust as he spurted load after load inside of him. He let go of Louis, who was caught unaware and fell to the ground, the sticky cum trailing out of his ass.

“Look at you, you look like such a little slut right now.” Marcos grinned. He had purposefully not stroked the other man while fucking him, not wanting him to cum. He didn’t deserve it. He wanted to leave him wanting.

“Marcos…” He said, and he turned out, placing his ass on the ground. The staff will definitely wonder what all the gooey white liquid is on the ground the next day.

“Yes?” Marcos replied, knowing exactly what was coming. His dick did this to everyone, after all.

“I need to cum.” He said determinedly.

“But you’re a bad boy, and bad boys shouldn’t be allowed to cum.” Marcos replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Marcos please, I’m dying here.” He begged. It was clear from his lustful eyes that he needed this, that the fucking was too much for him to handle.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to figure this out yourself.” Marcos replied, then was a little disappointed that the guy would be able to jack himself off later, still feeling the satisfaction. He would have to do something about this. “Wait, I have an idea.” He looked around the room, trying to locate anything that would be able to help him. After a few seconds, he found a metal chain and a lock with the key still attached. This would do.

Louis was still sitting on the ground, his eyes begging Marcos to finish him off. It seemed the man was no longer in his right mind. In his haze, Marcos commanded him to sit on one of the chairs. He listened, thinking Marcos would suck him off and finish the job. He didn’t. Instead, he wrapped the chain around Louis’ wrists and tied him to the chair, locking him in. Before the other man realized what was happening, it was too late. Marcos leaned back, admiring his work. Louis was sitting there, his bottom half completely exposed, with cum drooping out of his ass onto the metal chair and his dick still hard as fuck, with so much precum coming out it was trailing down the side of his dick. It would be delicious to lick off of him, but Louis didn’t deserve that at all.

Louis’ lust filled eyes shifted dramatically into a look of shock. “What are you doing?” He asked urgently, his hands lifting up to try to escape from the lock.

“I’ll be right back.” Marcos said. “Just have to grab something. I want you to sit here and think about what you’ve done, remorse slightly. Try not to think about who could walk in at anytime, seeing your dick like that. Maybe you’ll even be expelled from exposing yourself at school. Oh, from the twitching I’m seeing from your cock, I see this is turning you on.” He winked and walked out of the garage, his eyes burning a bit from the sun.

“Marcos! Come back here!” Louis cried out.

“I’ll be right back!” He replied, and walked to his car. He turned it on and drove, setting his phone and wherever the nearest sex toy store was. Any of them would have what he was looking for.

Around 30 minutes later, he returned to the fuming man, grinning ear to ear. “Did you miss me?” He said.

Louis glared at him. “I’m going to fucking kill you for this.”

“I hope no one came, it would be very unfortunate if I couldn’t see you anymore. I’d miss you too much.” He said. God, he was turning into such a sadistic person, and he was loving every second of it. The potential of having a giant dick was just too tempting to pass up!

He knelt in front of Louis, who now had a half-hard dick. He finally did what he wanted to do and licked the jock from the base of his dick to the head, taking all of the precum along with it. Louis’ anger changed completely, and he moaned out as he finally had the sensations on his dick he needed. He wasn’t able to touch himself this whole time, and it was killing him.

Marcos continued the pleasuring, and did exactly what he wanted someone else to do to him. He looked up at Louis with lust-filled eyes, showing him how desperately he loved the man’s dick in his mouth. It was a lie, but Louis believed him as he thrusted into his mouth uncontrollably. He sucked the tip and swirled his tongue against it, and then placed the surface of his tongue against the bottom of the man’s dick as he stroked all the way to the end. He thought he was doing a really good job for it being his first time. Louis was moaning loudly now with wild abandonment, not caring that they were at a public place where anyone could walk in on them. He humped and grinded, doing all he can to get as much of Marcos’ mouth on him.

Marcos started to play with Louis’ balls to edge him along, to make the process even faster. It worked, and soon, Louis was humping him so fast it was hard for him to keep up. When he was sure just one more lick would push the man over the edge, he stopped abruptly, and moved back so Louis wouldn’t be able to touch him no matter how hard he tried. Louis stared at him in complete shock, not believing this was actually happening.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He yelled, his voice echoing in the mechanic’s garage.

“Did you really think your punishment would end with you cumming?” Marcos grinned.

“Kneel back down and finish your fucking job.” Louis growled.

“Nah.” Marcos replied. He almost felt bad for the man… but the way he was talking to him now, it reminded him of how rude he was before. “I don’t feel like it.” He did kneel down though. But instead of sucking him again and ‘finishing the job’. He pulled on the other man’s dick and placed a dick cage on it, and then locked it abruptly. It was the plan he had come up with when he realized he didn’t want Louis to be able to cum, to spend all night thinking about what he’d done, to be desperate for some kind of satisfaction. He would spend all night getting hard and then soft again, unable to let loose. It was making Marcos get hard himself just thinking about all the torture he would be inflicting.

“What is this?!” Louis cried out, looking down at the cage around his dick, big enough that he would be comfortable, but as soon as he got fully erect, it would be torturous for him. Even slightly painful, how much his dick was trying to free itself.

“It’s a cock cage, do you like it?” Marcos said, twirling the keys in around his fingers.

Louis growled and banged against the chair like an animal, trying to get out to destroy Marcos. “I’m going to kill you.” He said.

Marcos shook his head. “What would your girlfriend say? She would be so disappointed in you. And why would I let you go if you’re threatening to hurt me?”

“Just let me go!” Louis said, feeling completely exhausted. Marcos nodded, and brought out the key to the chain he had found. He unlocked it with one click, and moved backwards a few steps.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Same place. If you’re a good boy I’ll unlock the cage.” He winked, and Louis moved to start to chase after him. He ran out the door, grinning ear to ear. This was so much funner than he imagined. Thank fucking god for those magical pills.

Chapter 3

Marcos spent the entirety of the next school excited out of his mind. He couldn’t wait for his plan to come into fruition. He had told Michelle to meet him at the same location, and he would finally be reuniting the lovers. He couldn’t wait to slip his cock deep into her folds again, and he knew she was the same. She wore another slutty outfit, one that he had specifically requested from her. She loved every bit of attention he gave her, and the tight sports bra around her tits, which were practically falling out of it, had the words ‘slut’ engraved again with a glitter pen she used. She wore matching shorts, long enough that it still fit with the school policies, but was so tight it showed off every curve of her ass, and because she wasn’t wearing any underwear, demonstrated how wet she was by the giant stain at the bottom of her at all times.

No one could believe this was the same Michelle as a few days ago, and rumours started to spread in the school, wondering who Michelle’s new daddy was, who was this mysterious person making her dress so crazily? To make her admit that she was truly a slut? And what happened between her and Louis? He was grumpy all day, demonstrating they did indeed break up, but it had happened so suddenly no one had a clue what was happening. Marcos enjoyed every second of the rumours, and his cock was straining in his pants the entire day, begging to be let out and do all the things his filthy mind was imagining. “Soon…” He whispered to it. Soon it would everything it wanted.

As soon as the last bell rang, he shrugged his bag on and walked towards the garage, unable to contain his excitement. He made conversation with the teacher for a bit while the class exited, talking about his interest in taking the course the next semester. A lie, but he wanted to stop him from wondering what Marco was doing there. When they all finally left, he stood there alone, wondering if Louis had the guts to show up. He did, appearing at the door leading to the school with a backpack on his back as well.

Marcos eyed him up and down, trying to gauge how the night was for him. “Did you enjoy the cock cage?” He asked, smiling.

“Marcos… I need to cum.” Louis said, looking down onto the floor with embarrassment.

“I wonder how many times you got hard last night… how many times you got today at school, thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to get off unless Marcos allowed you to. Did it make you feel like a little bitch?” It was a bold statement, but he could already sense the submissive energy coming out of Louis, and he knew he would be able to push him further today.

“Come on, I already learned my lesson. You don’t even have to do it, just release me from this.” He closed the door behind him and pulled his pants and boxers down, showing his locked dick, which was already growing hard from his shame. He clearly had a humiliation fetish.

“What if I said I lost the key somewhere?” Marcos grinned, torturing the man a little more.

“Stop messing with me!” Louis said, like a child that had his toy stolen from him.

“I’m not, I truly don’t know where it is.” He said. “Maybe I can find it if you suck me hard enough.” He looked down at his crotch, which was already bulging more and more from this interaction. Louis didn’t even hesitate this time. He walked towards where Marcos was standing and dropped to the floor in an instant. He pulled his pants and briefs down, and Marcos’ large dick sprung up, almost hitting Louis in the face.

“You look like you’ve been desperate to suck me all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about him, could you? Thinking about spitting on him, making me moan at your tongue. What a good boy you are.” Marcos said as he slapped Louis a few times on the cheek with his dick. God the things he could do with this guy. Louis didn’t say anything, but didn’t argue either. Marcos was spot on. He grabbed his dick like he really needed it, and put his mouth around it. He bobbed his head like a porn star, sucking Marcos away. As a dude, he knew how killer it was to have an orgasm ruined, or be denied one all together. He could see why Louis was willing to do anything right now to get off, he would be the same in that situation. He would be so horny that he would be unable to stop himself from wanting to fuck and suck anyone he could get his hands on just for a bit of pleasure. He was sure that was what was racing through Louis’ mind and body right now.

Michelle’s arrival was the perfect timing. She gasped when she entered the room, her eyes wide. “What’s going on here?” She asked, and Louis fell on his ass in horror, staring at her.

“Michelle! I… uh….” He started, unable to think of an excuse.

“Your ex-boyfriend here was just sucking my dick off. You know how addicting it can be. You shouldn’t blame him.” Marcos purred. This was so good. Even better than he imagined.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Michelle yelled. “What’s wrong with you? You’re not even gay!”

“What are you even complaining about? You cheated on me first!” He yelled.

“And you tried to get back at me by sucking off the guy I was cheating on you with?” She yelled back. Marcos could honestly stand there and watch the two of them bicker for the next few hours. “Also, what in god’s name is on your dick?” Michelle stared at it, and then stared at Louis in the eyes.

“Marcos put it on me, it makes it so I can’t cum, and it hurts when I get hard.” Speaking of which, he was already very hard from the few sucks he gave Marcos.

She finally paid attention to Marcos. “Good. He deserves it. He was a fucking terrible boyfriend.”

“And what the hell are you wearing?” Louis yelled, staring at her up and down. Her breasts were almost completely out of the sports bra. “How is this even okay at school?”

“I studied the regulations, it’s all legal.” Marcos said, smiling.

“Marcos told me to wear it.” Michelle blushed, feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy.” Marcos cooed. “I think you look fucking gorgeous. Look at that tight ass of yours.” He approached her, and twirled her around. Right in front of her boyfriend, he bent her over and pressed his dick against her crotch, which was separated from him with a thin layer of fabric. She moaned out loud, and wasn’t able to stop herself from grinding back against him.

He did the same thing to her as he did to Louis the day before. He gripped onto her wrists as he ground his body against her, holding her still so she couldn’t do anything except feel the length of him. He could feel her swollen folds already. He knew she was thinking about getting fucked by him all day, and was probably desperate to cum. All Louis could do was sit there on the ground and watch them, completely speechless. His dick was pulsing against the cage, and it probably killed him from how much it bent in it, the skin pressing against the metal bars.

Marcos looked down at him, finally paying him some attention. “Look at how fucking hard you’re getting from watching me grind against your girlfriend.” He smiled. He moved Michelle around along with him for her to be face to face with Louis, and she closed her eyes from shame, unable to take him staring at her. “Open your eyes, baby girl.” He said. She listened, and opened it, her eyes completely glazed and filled with lust. “Look how horny she is for me, for my giant dick. How desperate she wants me to fuck her. I bet you’ve never seen her look at you like this before.”

Louis’ face was now showing a plethora of expressions. Shame and embarrassment from seeing his girlfriend being man-handled by another guy, anger in her enjoying it so much, anger at Marcos for doing this to her, intense horniness from seeing something so… so fucking hot… and the pain in his groin with his dick trying to escape the cage.

Marcos knew all the things Louis was feeling, and wanted to spur it on. He pulled the slutty shorts off of Michelle, leaving it at her ankles. She was beyond wet. It was dripping down her thighs, and her cunt was swollen, her clit practically pulsing from needing to be touched. Marcos loved his girls needy like this. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pressed his dick against her crotch, right at the entrance of her hole.

“Ask for it.” He demanded. He would be patient, he had all the time in the world to make them suffer.

“What?” Michelle said, wanting to look back.

“I said… ask for it.” Marcos repeated.

Tears started to form in her eyes. She still cared for Louis, and didn’t want to hurt him like this, even though she had done worse in the phone call the day before. Her mind was filled with lust then, though. And now… she was still more sound minded than when she was being pounded. “I can’t.” She shook her head.

Marcos would have to take things to the next level. He slipped inside her. It was difficult to stop himself from going all the way. It wasn’t that he had no self control, but she was so damned wet that it felt like she was sucking him in with her cunt. He stopped after the head though, and existed again. Her cunt started to pulse from the lack of his dick inside of her. “Marcos…” She moaned, needing it desperately.

He did the same thing again, just the tip, and then out again. The hole looked so empty without him being inside of it. She moaned again, and clenched hard against her control. He continued to hold her wrists behind her back as he did the same thing over and over, and the two lovers stared at each other, both driven by their humiliation and lust. “Marcos, please.” She moaned. The next time he did it, he played with her clit with his free hand, it was so large that it was so easy for him to access. He twirled it between his fingers, pinching it.

She gasped out loud and humped back against him, unable to stop herself. God, this was so fucking hot. Marcos couldn’t help but imagine fucking her with wild abandonment, his hips were so ready to do so. “Please, what?” He asked, keeping his cool.

“Please fuck me! Please, I need it!” She said, finally telling him exactly what she needed from him.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so earlier?” He said, and then slammed into her so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” She screamed out loud. He felt even larger than before with her swollen slit, and he reached the end of her cunt so easily, pressing against her G-spot as he pounded her over and over again. All Louis could do was watch his girlfriend get exactly what she needed in life. She rocked back against him, over and over again, her mouth in a wide ‘O’. The fact that her boyfriend was staring at her being mauled like that, that he was watching a man give her pleasure he could never give her himself, it was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was so good.

Marcos didn’t even care about what his plans were or what he wanted to do, he just wanted to fuck her until she forgot everything, knowing only that she was being pounded by him, only remembering his name. It worked, in just a few minutes, she came around him, her pussy squeezing him so hard he grunted loudly multiple times from the sensation. How can she still be so tight? Louis was still watching them without a word, though precum was oozing out of his dick again, lots and lots of it. He pulled out of her after she was down from her high, the wetness she created now falling onto the floor. She fell when he let go of her, just like Louis did last night. He strutted towards Louis now, and he knelt down in front of him on one knee. “Would you like me to let the cage go?” He asked, looking down at the gooey mess he created. Louis merely nodded, wondering what Marcos had planned now. It was good he realized there was always a catch.

“I’ll only do it if you admit how fucking turned on you are by a true alpha-male fucking your girlfriend.” He smirked as he said.

Louis closed his eyes, not bothering to argue with Marcos anymore. “I…”

“I won’t take anything else.” Marcos said, his dick springing a bit as he moved closer to him.

“I’m super fucking turned on by you fucking my girlfriend. I wish I could satisfy her the way you do.” Marcos would’ve felt a little bad for reducing him to such a mess if he wasn’t still rock hard, even harder than before, from admitting such a thing.

“Good.” Marcos said, and took out the key that he had in his jacket pocket. He unlocked Louis with a single ‘click’, and Louis groaned out loud as his dick was finally released from its cage.

“Oh my god.” His eyes rolled back, and he moved his hand forwards to touch it.

“Nu-uh.” Marcos said. “I didn’t say you could touch it.”

“Please.” Louis said, his eyes hungry with desire. Marcos stood up and helped Michelle up as well, and then pushed her forwards, so that she was in a puppy-dog position with her face right at Louis’ cock.

“Look how fucking hard your boyfriend is from watching us, isn’t he such a slut, just like you?” Marcos asked, pushing her neck so she was even closer to him.

She nodded. “He is a slut.” She said. “He should be the one wearing this.” She looked down at the bra she was wearing, with the glittery word she had written on it still very obvious.

“I agree.” Marcos nodded, and positioned himself behind Michelle. He grabbed her waist, the thin ass waist that expanded into that beautiful curve of hers, and slipped back into her cunt. She moaned out loud, and her head dropped as she pushed back against him, feeling him dip into her slowly.

“Oh… Marcos.” She said. She was even more sensitive than before, now that she came. She was pulsing uncontrollably around him, milking him like a cat in heat. He wouldn’t be able to last long with her doing this to his dick.

“Why don’t you finish off your poor boyfriend with your pretty little mouth?” Marcos said. “You were the naughty one that made him this way.”

Louis stared at him, completely incredulous that he would finally be able to get off and to the fact that Marcos was willing to share. “Good boys get good rewards.” Marcos winked. Michelle complied, doing something she had done a million times before. She grabbed Louis with one hand, still using the other arm to balance herself in her position. She put Louis in her mouth slowly and he thrusted into her. He had needed something to touch his dick for an entire day now, and he thought he would combust just from the mere sensation of her lips on him.

Michelle was trying hard to suck him off properly, but she couldn’t do it while being fucked like that, especially by a dick as large as Marcos’. Most of the time, all she did was moan into his dick, but Louis didn’t mind. He found a lot of satisfaction in watching her move forwards and backwards, being sawed back and forth between two dicks.

“What a good girl, knowing where you belong.” Marcos cooed. This was beyond what he had imagined his high school experience would be like, it was like some sort of dream. Something he would never want to wake up from.

No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn’t be able to last for much longer. How could he, when she was milking him like that and sucking another guy off at the same time? He wanted her to cum at the same time as him, though, and he started to play with her clit as he pounded her, and she was no longer able to focus on Louis’ dick. She let go of it, and fell to the ground, like a doll that was being played with. With one large thrust, he came inside of her, his balls emptying as he thrusted into her very hard a final few times. Those last hits against her cervix was too much for her to handle. She came as well, moaning his name over and over, her mind completely blank from the pleasure. Louis, on the other hand, was watching the other two with his hand on his dick, and came as well, his cum drenching Michelle’s hair as it spurted out. It was two days worth of cum, from him getting hard and then soft an impossible amount of times. It came out over and over and over again, a never ending stream of sticky white goo that coated her body.

Marcos popped out of her with satisfaction, and she fell onto the ground. Marcos, feeling exhausted as well, fell back on his ass, sighing out loud. “God that was fucking amazing.” He said. “I’m sure you’re glad I let you cum.” Marcos laughed, opening his eyes to look at Louis. The man almost seemed disappointed it was all over.

That was when Marcos came up with another idea. He used his remaining strength to crawl over to Louis, and he touched his limp dick, looking down at it. He then picked the cock cage from the ground, and locked Louis back up again. “I think that looks great on you.” Marcos said. “From now on, you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so, do you understand?”

Louis nodded, his dick getting hard from Marcos’ harsh words. “Yes, sir.” He said.

“Hmm… I like that… sir.” The words sounded nice on his tongue, and he knew he would want other people to call him that from now on.

Now, time to see who he should be fucking next.

Chapter 4

Marcos had a few days break, coming up with who he wanted to fuck next. He was having a fun time with his two current sluts, but he couldn’t help but want more. His dick had so much potential, and he wanted to see how far he could bring this. How many people he could turn into sluts. After all these years of bullying, he wanted to take revenge on the rest of the world. People were cruel unrelentless beings, and he wanted to show them that a guy who did have a small dick could end up being an extreme alpha-male.

He was still trying to think through the girls in the school when his English teacher leaned down over his desk to hand him his essay back. He looked down at it and his jaw dropped. Is she fucking serious? She gave him an F! He had worked really hard on that paper, and definitely didn’t deserve that mark. What was her problem?

His eyes roamed over her body. It was good she was hot, if not… she would just be an ugly bitch. She was a modest woman though, and tried to hide her body all the time. Marcos had a keen eye, and was sure he saw her giant tits once in a while, when she was unaware of the way her sweaters moved against her body. She had puffy pink lips that she made even better with lipstick, and long dark wavy hair that fell by her waist when she didn’t have it up in a ponytail. She would’ve been akin to a goddess to Marcos if she wasn’t so rude to her students all the time. It was merely because her subject wasn’t as important to the students as biology or calculus, and she wanted to punish them for it by giving them incredibly unfair marks. Marcos grinned to himself as he leaned back - maybe he should be teaching her a lesson this time.

He was almost a bit nervous from this… He didn’t know how well his dick magic actually worked. Could he turn his teacher into a whore for his giant cock as well? Or would his plan fail miserably? His dick was already twitching in his pants from anticipation.

When the bell finally rang, he shoved his stuff in his backpack, waiting for the class to clear out. He then approached her slowly, his eyes staring at her like a predator. “Miss. Holatta, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the paper we just got back.” He said as he stood in front of her desk. She looked up at him with her thick black glasses, like he was another stupid student she needed to deal with.

“Yes, what did you want to talk about?” She asked.

“I was wondering why I got this mark, there’s no indication of what I did wrong.” He said, wanting to confirm she was indeed a bitch.

“There’s no way you wrote that paper on your own, I know you plagiarized.” She said calmly. What?!

“What do you mean? Why do you think that?” He asked, completely confused.

“It just doesn’t seem like something that you would write.” It didn’t make sense at all, she’s never even seen anything written from him before. And just because he didn’t answer questions in class doesn’t mean he wasn’t smart. Was she simply assuming what he was like and how intelligent he was simply by the fact that he was a big boy with a jock body that got in trouble for flashing his dick? What kind of teacher just assumed things like that?

“You’ve never seen my writing before, I’m not sure what you mean.” He said. “Are you somehow assuming my intelligence based on the way I act?”

She finally looked up at him, giving him her attention. She put her glasses at the top of her head and stared with her mascara filled eyelashes. “Marcos, I have been an educator for almost a decade now, I know the way that students behave, and I know when they’re cheating. Did you pay off another student to write this for you?”

He was appalled. “Are you kidding me? You’re failing me based on an assumption?”

“Is that how you talk to your teacher?” She said. “I could expel you for this.”

“No you can’t. You would have to justify to the principal why you gave me a failing mark for no reason!” He said, getting very pissed off now. He would really have to teach her a lesson now. He dropped his pants in front of her in one motion, and since he didn’t decide to wear any boxers today, his dick was in full preview of his teacher.

She gaped at him, not able to believe that he was really doing this. Before she could do anything though, he walked backwards towards the door and closed it, locking it with a click. “Marcos! What did we say about dropping your pants in front of people who didn’t ask for it?! You are AT SCHOOL! How dare you! I am your teacher!” She said in the most mom-voice possible, her voice almost shrieking.

“Like what you see?” He cooed, like the tone of voice didn’t bother him at all.

“No! Put your pants up this instant!” She said. He didn’t, though. Instead, he started stroking his dick slowly, making his semi-hard cock even harder. It was growing underneath him, its girth getting larger as he groaned. She stared at him, her eyes so wide it looked like it was going to pop out. “Stop!” She said again.

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.” He said. He approached her like a predator, his hand still on his cock.

“I’m not. Marcos, this is rape! This is not okay!”

“That’s what they all say before they fall in love with this.” He said, looking down at it. He grabbed her wrist and leaned her back against the windows of the classroom, and placed his lips on hers before she could say anything more. She groaned in annoyance into his mouth, and before he could actually kiss her, bit down on his lip.

He gasped his lip bleeding slightly. “Elain…” He said, using her first name out loud of the first time.

“Don’t you dare call me by my first name!” She said. “Let go of me!” She twists her wrists, but there was nothing she could do against his strong grasp.

“I can do whatever I want. And if you dare bite down on me again, I’ll promise to do worse.” Hoping his threat had gotten to her, he placed his lips on her again. She was still as a rock as he explored her mouth, his tongue twirling around hers as he pushed in further. He then flipped her around, leaning her against the glass windows of the classroom.

“What are you doing? Someone could look up and see us!” She said, her tone shifting from anger to worry.

“Actually, you’re blocking me, so no one would be able to see me clearly. Though… I’m sure they would recognize their English teacher’s lust filled gaze as she was fucked over and over like the slut she is.” She gasped, and he pressed his cock against her pants, which he was glad was made out of a thin material.

He was hard as a rock, and he leaned his dick into her, pressing against her core as he rocked back and forth. He loved the feel of her heat against him, and he put his index and middle finger in her mouth as he grinded against her over and over. He was sure the sensation was driving her crazy, along with the idea that they could be caught at any second. He was right, after enough stroking, she started to moan into his fingers, her eyes closing. “If I were not mistaken… I would say you’re enjoying this, Elain.” He commented.

She shook her head. “I’ve never been more disgusted in my life.” Her muffled words were said against the two large fingers in her mouth.

“Hmm… maybe I should make this better for you then.” He pulled his fingers out and then pulled her pants down, revealing pink polka-dotted underwear. “These look like they’re meant for a little girl.” He said. “Not what I expected at all.” He pressed a finger against her cunt over her panties, and she made a tiny noise as he pressed into the cotton, already feeling her wetness. “I think I have a very strong ability in being able to sense the sluttiness of a woman based on the way she acts around people… and I had a feeling you would be into being dominated, into being treated like a whore and revealing your sexy little body to anyone who might want to see it. You just won’t admit it.” WIth that, he pulled her sweater over her head, grinning from ear to ear.

God, she was even sexier than he imagined. He pulled the hair tie around her, and threw it on the ground as he admired her. She had silky black hair that was the colour of charcoal and perfect for hair pulling, and her breasts were huge, thinning into a waist that he would love to put his hands on and hips that looked like she was ready for childbirth. He had no idea why she was still single, probably because she was so stuck up.

“Look at that fucking body.” He said, whistling.

“Don’t talk about your teacher like that!” She scolded.

“I don’t understand why you’re trying to hide it, why wouldn’t you want people staring at your sexy body all the time?” He commented, genuinely wondering.

“It’s not for the students to see. I don’t want people seeing my body.”

“The students at this school would kill for something like this.” He played with her tits over her bra, squeezing her nipples to demonstrate how sexy they were. He wondered if anyone was actually looking up into this window, and what they would be seeing. Their rude English teacher and her hot face as her eyes shut from the lust she was feeling. It must be a sight to see. He didn’t want to wait anymore. He pulled her panties down, leaving them around her ankles. She was now wearing a bra and heels, which was the perfect look for a woman in his opinion.

Her pussy was fully shaved, like she thought this was going to happen. Maybe she had a boyfriend, or she just had it shaved all the time just in case. She had beautiful folds, and her clit was pulsing at him. She was already wet, the fluid coating her, making her very shiny and welcoming. He pressed the same finger against her pussy and she moaned. “You’re already so wet for me, how dare you pretend otherwise? I hate when sluts lie to me.” He stuck his finger deep inside her, and had to hide the moan coming out from his throat. Damn she was tight. She must’ve not been fucked in a really, really long time.

He would love to be the first and only one to satisfy himself.

His dick was even harder than before, and he pressed it against her opening. She shook her head, tears starting to form her eyes. “No, no. Don’t do this, please. I’m your teacher.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you failed me for no reason.” With that, he pounded into her, his dick sliding in. He had expected it to go all the way from how hard he thrusted, but it only went around halfway. He was right… she was very very tight. She moaned loudly at the intrusion, which only spurred him on more. He did it again, stroking into her as hard as he could. It went in slightly more this time. With each stroke, he got deeper and deeper into her, and when he was almost fully in, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Marcos…” She said, her breath uneven. “How much more is there? This is… so much.” She moaned out loud as he thrusted again.

“Just a little more. You’re being such a good girl, Elain.” One more thrust. Her mind was completely blank at this point, her entire body and brain focused on one thing… her pussy being fucked by one of her students, clearly the one with the biggest dick.

“Oh my fucking god!” She cried out, and now that he was fully in, he could fuck her mercilessly. She needed to know she was his, and this was the best way to achieve that.

He grabbed her by the hair, something he wanted to do for a while now, and used it as a swing to fuck her over and over. He didn’t let her breath or relax even for a second, he fucked her so hard it would be impossible for her to sit down properly for days. All she could do was moan and groan and mewl under him, her eyes completely gone to the back of her head.

“Marcos… Oh, Marcos!” She moaned. “That feels so good. Fucking god!”

“Why don’t you teach me about Shakespeare now, huh? Tell me about why Lady Macbeth had such a hard time washing the blood off of her hands.” It was the topic of his essay.

“Marcos. Oh god, Marcos. Fuck me. Oh god! Harder, faster… mmmpppph.” She was gone now, he wasn’t even sure if she heard his question. This was way easier than he thought, she was clearly a giant slut, and hadn’t been pounded in a really long time.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He said. He was right, with every thrust it seemed like she was getting more and more wet, and her fluids were drenching him, making it easier and easier for him to fuck her. He wasn’t complaining. She was swollen, wet, and so, so ready for him. He could already feel his balls tightening, wanting to cum badly. It was too soon, he wouldn’t be ready yet. He stopped fucking her, and she almost screamed out loud in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” She asked, angry beyond belief.

“I didn’t feel like fucking you anymore.” He said.

“I almost came!” She complained. “I was so close!”

“Why don’t you worship my dick a little and we’ll see whether or not you deserve to be fucked by me.” He said cruelly. Really, he wanted to just continue fucking her, but he wanted to see how obedient she would be. She merely nodded, and went on her knees. She placed her hand around his dick, looking at it.

“I can’t believe this fit inside of me.”

“You were a good girl taking it all in.” He said, looking down at her. Before she could talk some more, he shoved her into his dick, moaning out loud as her sweet mouth wrapped around him. God, those lips were gorgeous, and he had imagined it around him many times now. She was an expert, she sucked him like a pro, swirling her tongue around him with every suck, and his balls tightened again as he grabbed a fistfull of her hair. “You’re fucking great at this, you whore.” The derogatory term made her moan out loud, and he loved the way she vibrated against his dick. His mind trailed to what he wanted to do to her next, and the thought was so exciting for him that he stopped her once more.

“Up.” He said, and she obeyed. It would be a hard position to manage, but he knew he had the strength to do it. He had her back against his chest again, and he leaned her tits against the window, again for all to see. Her body was pressed against the cold glass this time, and she gasped in shock as he lifted her up and impaled him on his dick as she wrapped her leg backwards onto him.

“Hang on tight.” He said. She did, he fucked again now, and anyone who looked up onto the second floor of the school would see their teacher being fucked by a giant dick, going in and out of her wet pussy as she pulled the horniest glassy-eyed looks imaginable.

She couldn’t even say his name properly anymore, just took in his dick as she made different noises, and he put his hand on her clit knowing just a small touch would set her over the edge. It did, she made a guttural noise as she came around him, milking him so hard that he wasn’t able to control himself anymore.

He came as well, his dick pulsing over and over again as his balls squeezed. It was so much cum, an unbelievable amount as it spurted into her over and over again, and poured down her legs onto the counter. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” She had screamed out as he continued to pound her. He had groaned as well. He had thought Michelle was a good fuck, but this was a whole other level. A mature, grown woman’s body. Better beyond his imaginings.

He dropped her onto the floor when he was done, and he pulled his pants up, fully satisfied. “Is that how an English teacher should talk to his student? Swearing at him with that nasty mouth over and over?” He said, grinning.

“Marcos…” She said, now feeling very shy.

“I knew you were a complete slut. God the way that you were milking me.” He pulled her hair back and made her look at him.

“I… can we do that again?” She asked, blushing. It was a complete 180 to how she was acting just moments before.

“Elain, I have a lot of women on my list, I don’t know if I have the time to fuck you.” He said.

She grabbed onto his arm, still looking at him with lust filled eyes. “C’mon. I know you had a good time. That was the best you’ve ever had. What do you want me to do? I can change your grade to an A.”

“A+.” He said. “You know I deserve it.” He thought for a second, what else could he ask her to do? “I want you to wear your sluttiest outfit tomorrow, enough to parallel what Michelle has been wearing the past week.”

Her mouth opened to a wide ‘O’ with shock. “But… I could be fired!”

“Don’t back talk to me again. I’ll deal with the principal if she gives you any trouble. If I’m not happy with what you’re wearing, I’ll never fuck you again.” He said. He was so evil, more than he could ever imagine, and he was loving every second of this experience. It was like a dream.

“Okay, whatever you say.” She said, still blushing.

“Good.” He replied abruptly. He looked down at the mess they had made, the goo still everywhere he could look. He loved how much it was dripping out of her cunt still. It would be dripping for days knowing how much he poured into her, and how deep he had dumped his cum. “You should probably clean this up.” He said. “Wouldn’t want the cleaning staff to be suspicious.”

He walked out the door without a second glance at her, though he grinned to himself, that was such a good fuck.

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When he got home that day, his mind was spinning from all the possibilities. He wanted to take over the school, to make every slutty girl his to control. And any guy who went against his might would be fucked as well. If he could convert Louis, the worst bully at school, he would be able to convert any guy he put his hands on. Speaking of Louis, that guy won’t stop messaging him, asking him to remove the cock cage and help him cum. He wondered how long he would last before he would eventually ask someone to cut the metal apart so he could get some kind of satisfaction from this torture.

Michelle also wouldn’t stop messaging him, though she had just called him for the first time, and he answered right away, wondering what was up. “Marcos… do you want to come over this weekend? I’m throwing a party with my friends and I think it’ll be fun.”

“Oh?” He said. He thought about it. He wondered what he could do at the party. Maybe he could fuck her in front of all her friends… maybe they would want to join along and enjoy his dick as well. The thought was so hot for him he was already getting hard. Those cheerleaders were all bombshells, he wondered why he didn’t consider this sooner. “Of course, I can’t wait.” He replied.

“Great! I also told my mom all about you, so she’s excited to meet you. Though I told her you were my new boyfriend, and that Louis and I broke up.”

He rolled his eyes. He had not signed up for this. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that, but you’ve been so good with wearing those slutty clothes recently, I’ll let it slide.”

She only giggled in response, and he hung up after saying goodbye, his mind going over all the possibilities.