Eleven high-school jocks, each the perfect specimen of masculinity in all their naked glory, stood under the steaming hot shower water and allowed the sweat and mud to rinse off of their sculpted pecs, abs, thighs and calves. A swirling pool of dirty water washed over bulky bare toes as the teen gods relished the hot water, still clutching their toys tightly in hand.
"Man, I got this fuckin' hot girl-on-girl DVD the other day, haven't stopped yanking my dick all week." Ty called over his shoulder, squirting a puddle of cold body wash onto the stomach of Sean, his tiny nemesis. "Haven't had much tme to shower, either. My cock's gotta reek by now..." Speaking loud and deliberate, Ty reached down and slapped the tiny, soapy kid in his hand right against his flaccid manhood.
A cruel glint in his eyes, Ty grinned widely as he rubbed Sean all over his dirty cock. He let his hairy balls lather up, and roll all over Sean's body. His huge penis, all soaped up now, slid over the tiny captive like an anaconda, the scent of sweat no doubt overwhelming to the little man. Ty had waited his whole life for this moment -- All his hatred and contempt for that snivelling little pussy was finally satisfied as he took his worst enemy in the palm of his hand, and stripped the helpless little man completely of his dignity.
Sean choked and spluttered on the taste of his schoolyard rival's nuts, spitting out mouthfuls of soapy water and salty sweat. His eyes stung and his tongue burned, but worst of all was the fact that he could hear them laughing. Ty's giant, meat-head jock buddies were bellowing with laughter while they watched the tiny man humiliated and degraded below the level of an animal. Sean had suffered as many confrontations and social embarrassments as any kid his age, but he had never felt so puny, so utterly powerless in all his life.
This wasn't supposed to happen. In all of his battles with Ty, he was the good guy; the one who always looks like they're about to be bested near the end of the movie but ends up coming out on top. He didn't deserve this.. But it was happening. The one individual who he feared and hated more than anyone else in the world was manipulating him like a piece of rag, tossing him around in his palm, laughing at him in front of all his friends and enemies. This was a nightmare in its truest form. He would have been wailing like a baby if his face wasn't constantly jammed into hot, smelly, hairy flesh.
"How are you boys liking your wash cloths?" Ty asked around the room with pronounced casualness in his voice. A murmur of dopey laughter resonated as Ty arched a knee and stuffed little Sean's face between his butt crack, wiping vigorously. "Mine's not bad. I think I could be getting a little more use out of him, though.."
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