Hello all! Another commission, this one femboy on male. Enjoy!
Preview:
Kyle and Matt, both twenty three, are amongst the best players of the rugby team and are in their 4th year. They are the typical image one would have when thinking of jocks, with the build to match; 6 pack abs, 15 inch biceps, muscular thighs and calves, and of course the shitty, meathead attitude that goes with it all. As they pull off their shirts, Emery steps out from one of the lockers he was hiding behind. "So you're the two knuckle heads that keep harassing Connor?" He says, arms crossed, eyes glaring daggers at the two jocks.
The taller men pause for a moment, exchanging a look before Kyle finally speaks up. "And who the fuck are you, twig?"
Emery takes one step closer. "I'm his brother."
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“Are we fucking done?” The femboy says between labored breaths, standing over them now. His loose white tank top is plastered to his skin with fresh sweat.
Kyle groans, trying to push himself up on one elbow, but his injured thigh spasms and he collapses again with a pathetic whimper. Matt just lies there, muscular chest rising and falling fast. "Fuck you! You little shit! Just you fucking wait till I get back up!"
Emery steps between them, feet planted wide, thighs flexing as he crosses his arms under his chest again. "Wrong answer!" He coldly says. Without any hesitation, the femboy grabs Kyle's ankles and drags him across the slippery floor about twenty feet away from Matt. "Looks like I'm gonna have to really teach you a lesson, huh?" He says with a sigh. He takes off his tank top and uses it as a makeshift rope to tie the jock's arms behind his back. He then pulls down his pants, exposing Kyle's toned ass wrapped perfectly in his jockstrap.
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Emery laughs darkly, leaning down to bite the shell of Kyle's ear. "Too late for that, big guy. You're gonna take every inch until you learn your place... and then you're gonna watch me do the same thing to your boyfriend over there." He purrs sinisterly as he rails him even harder, the locker room filling with the filthy THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP sounds of skin slapping skin and Kyle's broken moans. “You’re gonna apologize to my brother tomorrow, right? Gonna get on your knees like the bitch you are and tell him how sorry you are for being a pathetic bully.” He punctuates the words with a hard thrust that punches right against the bully's prostate, making the jock’s dick jerk violently.
“F-fuck- ahh, shit-! O-okay! I-I'll do it!!!” Kyle’s words dissolve into a high, desperate whine as the hung trap nails his bitch-button again and again, relentlessly.