What Jocks Do To Little Boys

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Flashlights flickered passed the windows of the high school. A group of young boys were exploring the dark halls, creeping carefully around the dimly lit rooms.

“D-do you t-think the g-ghost stor-ries are t-tr-true?” Asked Oscar, a young boy of only 12 years old, from the back of the group.

“That's what we're here to find out, Chief.” Spoke Skylar, a blond hairs boy aged 14. “Don't tell me you're scared.” Skylar smirked.

“N-no, I'm not scared!” Responded Oscar.

“Shhh. Guys.” the leader, Connor, a black haired teen aged 15 whispered. “I think I hear something in the locker room…”

One of the other boys, Sam, aged 13, pressed his ear up against the door.

“I think your right…” Sam pushed on the door and slowly creaked it open.

All four boys made their way into the locker room. The lights were dim and the air had a heavy muky sent to it, one that smelled like sweat and feet. As the young boys entered, the door behind them closed shut, locking itself without the boys realising. They walked in further and noticed a large figure at the other end of the room. The figure appeared to be drinking some sort of green glowing liquid as a green glow could be seen illuminating the wall in front of the figure.

Connor stepped forward, trying to get a better look at the figure.

“E-excuse me?” Connor spoke, slightly trembling.

The figure stopped drinking the liquid and slowly lowered his arm, dropping the vile of green liquid on the floor. He slowly turns to face the boys, revealing his solid muscles and handsome face.

“Well, well, well.” He spoke, “what do we have here?” He began to step towards the young boys, giving them an unnerving cocky grin.

“W-who are you?” Asked Sam

“Who am I? Well I'm Jayson, but you can call me Master.”

Jayson, a 22 year old Football jock, glared down at his new young slaves.

“Now, faggots, as your new Master, I order you to lick the sweat off my beautiful muscles.” Jayson removed his sweat soaked shirt and threw it in Connor’s face.

Connor gritted his teeth and kicked the shits back at the jock. “Fuck you, you freak. You're not gonna make us lick any part of your body!” He turned and tried to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge.

Jayson began to snicker. “Oh, you will.” Just then, Jayson snapped his fingers and the tiles beneath Connors feet turned into some sort of quicksand and Connor began to sink into them.

“What the fuck!? What's happening to me? Help me!”

Connor sunk deeper and deeper, the other boys watching on in horror as their friend is absorbed into the floor. Jayson began to chuckle under his breath as the consumed 15 year old boys face began to emerge from the tiles.

“H-help me...help me.” Connors face spoke from the tiles.

“Now!” Jayson boomed, causing the trembling boys to jump and face him. “Anyone else want to defy me?”

All the boys shook their heads.

“Good, now start licking!”

Skylar, Sam and Oscar all cowered over to the Jock. Skylar started licking his chest, Sam his biceps and Oscar Timidly licked his abs.

“Fuuuuck yeah. That feels gooood.” Jayson tilted his head back in pleasure as the boys licked his big sweaty muscles.

“U-um...e-excuse me…” Oscar, tears rolling down his cheeks, spoke up.

Jayson looked down at the puny 12 year old. “What!?”

Oscar wiped his face. “I-is C-Connor...d-dead?”

Jayson smirked. “Yeah, he's dead. I caused him to be consumed by the ground for daring to defy me. His body no longer exists. All that remains is his face.”

“I-im...dead…?” Connor’s face could be seen, tears building up in his eyes.

“You, you monster!” Sam cried out. “He was only fifteen!”

On hearing this, Jayson’s cock doubled in size. “He was only fifteen? Man, I thought you guys looked young.”

“So-so you'll let him go?” Oscar asked, slightly hopeful.

Jayson glared back down at him. “What part of DEAD don't you understand? Even if I could give him back, I wouldn't. The fact that I ended a fifteen year old’s life turns me the fuck on.”

Jayson grabbed Sam’s arm. Skylar and Oscar quickly back away.

“How old is this one!!” Jayson growled, his grip tightening.

Sam gasped, trying to pull his arm out of the Jocks grip.

“Tell me your age little boy and you might live longer!!”

Tears filled Sam’s eyes. “I'm thirteen. Please, let me go!”

Suddenly, Sam’s wrist began to be absorbed into Jayson.

“Oops, too late!” Jayson looked deep into the crying boys eyes as he slowly ended his life.

Sam’s arm was being pulled into Jayson’s body. Sam tried to resist, but the pull was too strong.

“PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!!” Skylar begged.

“YOU'RE NEXT IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!!” Snapped Jayson.

Skylar stumbled backwards, watching as Sam was absorbed up to his shoulder. Sam was so overcome with fear that he didn't realise that he had pissed himself. Sam tried one last desperate attempt to save his life, but he didn't have the strength to pull back.

“LET ME GO!! YOU MONST-” The 13 year old Sam was violently sucked into Jayson’s 22 year old body. Jayson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body trembled with pleasure. Jayson began to squirm as something began to emerge on his lower left side of his body, close to his bellybutton. It was Sam’s face. Sounds of digestion could be heard as Jayson loudly moaned in pleasure as Sam’s face fully emerged.

“FUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!” Jayson exclaimed.

Jayson leaned forward and looked down at his victim, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “You kinda taste like chicken.” Jayson taunted with a grin.

Sam’s eyes blinked open as he tried to figure out what just happened. “What happened?...where am I?” Sam asked, his voice sounding slightly squelchy.

“Hehehe. That tickles.” Jayson giggled.

Skylar and Oscar are horrified at what they've just witnessed. Tears flowed down their faces as Jayson slowly stood up and walked over to a mirror to admire the new addition to his body. Sam also saw the reflection. His face was sticking out from the Jocks skin. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. One second he was human, the next… Sam’s eyes swelled up with tears.

“Hehehe. Enjoying your new life kiddo? I think you look great on me. What about your little friends? Should I absorb their sweet asses too?” Jayson glared over at the two remaining boys with a hungry look in his eye.

“Let me go. Please, I'm begging you.” Sam pleaded.

“Too late for that. Your body has been digested. Dissolved into me. You're dead, just like tile face over there.” Jayson’s grin widened as he walked over to Connor’s face. “What do you think i should do with the other fags?” Jayson looked down to the face on the floor. Connor attempted to spit at Jayson, but it fell back into his face. Jayson burst into laughter as he watched the face of a 15 year old boy that was sticking out from a tile floor clover itself in its own spit.

“Here...let me help you with that” Jayson removes his right sweaty stinky high top trainer and rubs his once white sweaty athletic socked foot all over the poor boys face.

Skylar finally snaps and storms up to Jayson, buy Jayson notices and grabs the 14 year old by the neck.

“The fuck you think you're doing?” Jayson says as he easily lifts Skylar off the ground with one arm. “You tryin to stop me?”

Jayson’s grip became tighter. The veins in his muscular arm popped.

“Now, how should I punish you?” Jayson grinned sadistically as he looked around the room and noticed a pair of soccer cleats sitting on a bench. Jayson began to chuckle. “I have an idea, and I think you're gonna love it.”

Just then, a green glow radiated from Jayson’s hand, extending onto Skylar’s body. Jayson released his grip and Skylar fell to the floor gasping for air.

“W-what h-have yo-you done t-to me!?” Skylar sputtered.

“You'll see.” Jayson responded gleefully.

Skylar could feel his body changing. He felt as if he was shriveling up. He could smell a foul odor coming from his body. It smelled like old cheese and muddy grass. His head was forcefully pulled back as he felt his head shrivel down. His vision went dark. He tried to move his arms, but it felt as if they no longer existed. Skylar fell to the floor in his new form, a warm, damp, smelly, grimy soccer sock.

Jayson picked it up and held it near his nose and took a deep sniff of it. “Pew, that fucking reeks.” He looks down at Connor and Sam’s faces. “You guys got it easy. Your little friend here will smell that stench for the rest of his life. Oh well…” Jayson threw the sock over his shoulder and it landed with a splat right next to Oscar.

“...no…” Oscar winced as he looked at all his now dead friends trapped in horrible fates.

“Oh...I almost forgot about you. I'm guessing you're the youngest, yeah?”

Oscar nodded. “I'm twelve…” Oscar began to cry as he held the soccer sock that was once 14 year old Skylar.

“Come here! I'm gonna have a little fun with you before you join your friends.”

Oscar crawled over to Jayson’s foot and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Jayson paid this no attention. “Kiss my foot!” Jayson ordered.

Oscar did what he was told and began kissing the tops of Jayson’s socked foot. He could feel Jayson’s thick foot veins pressing against his lips as he kissed and could smell the strong sweaty odor built up from Jayson’s workout he did, right before he drank the vile.

“Good little foot bitch. I might give you a quick death since you're being such a good little fag slave.” Jayson kicked Oscar over as he walked back over to the bench to sit down.

Oscar crawled over to his new Master.

“Oscar! No! Don't submit to this monster!” Sam squelched from Jayson’s body.

Oscar looked up at him.

Jayson shook his head. “That's terrible advice. Not submitting is what lead to you being absorbed. Do you really want the same thing to happen to him?”

Sam didn't respond.

“Didn't think so.”

Jayson suddenly felt a strange feeling in his bladder. He quickly pulled down his shorts, grabbed Oscar’s head and pressed his face against his ripe jockstrap. Jayson became overcome with pleasure as he opened the floodgates and hot salty piss soaked through the thick jockstrap.

“Drink up faggot!”

Oscar, a 12 year old boy, was forced to drink the piss of a 22 year old jock. Oscar sucked the piss through the musky jockstrap to Jayson’s pleasure. The poor boys eyes began to water and he struggled to keep down Jayson’s piss. Oscar tried to pull away, but he found that he couldn't. His lips had somehow fused to Jayson’s jockstrap. Jayson finally stopped pissing and looked down at the panicking boy.

“Oops. Sorry kid. Looks like i lost my focus there, hehehe.” He gave Oscar a slimy grin as Oscars face merged with the piss soaked jockstrap.

Jayson watched as Oscars body shriveled up and was consumed by the jockstrap. Oscar was now dead. Jayson then grinned and pulled the jockstrap open and peeked inside. There, on the inside of Jayson’s Jockstrap, was Oscars face. Jayson let go of the jockstrap, allowing it to snap back against his groin, Oscars face being pressed against Jayson’s big stinky cock.

Jayson sighed. “Fuck, that was good. Now, how should i dispose of my annoying little brother…”