Naughty Mommy’s Fantasy Collection:
He Had it Coming
By Naughty Mommy
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Copyright © 2011 by Naughty Mommy
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A Note from the Author:
I first published this as a potterotica item over at the restricted section under the name Tisiphany (oh, the joy of SAHM wizard fantasy!), but it works just as beautifully as a straight guys/gay sex power-play soccer-at-univer-sity story. I left in the British vernacular since it was difficult (as an American) to write in Brit-speak. Enjoy!
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Naughty Mommy’s Fantasy Collection:
He Had it Coming
The game had started just like any other football game: the Fireballs played hard while the Mad Dogs cheated. Jacob played goalie beautifully, and everyone knew that with Leo Jensen on the team, the Fireballs were bound to win. No one, in fact, knew it better than Brian Daniels.
Today will be different, thought Daniels as he ran alongside Leo, always out in front and leading the rest after the ball. Meanwhile Daniels steeled himself to launch into a verbal attack the likes of which even he had not before undertaken: one guaranteed to insight rage.
“So, Jensen, I heard something from one of your teammates I was hoping you’d confirm for me,” he drawled.
“Shove off, Daniels,” replied Leo, still mentally following the ball.
“It was about your Mum, you know,” continued Daniels, “and I figured if anyone would know the truth, it’s you.”
“What the bloody hell are you on about?” Leo asked, rolling his eyes. At that moment, the ball careened toward Leo, who leapt high into the air and hit it with his chest back in the direction of the opposing team’s goal, Daniels on his heels. The ball was instantly far from them and on the other side of the field.
Daniels, seeing he had not yet lost his opportunity, hurried on. “So your mate Jacob told me, and I’d love to hear your take, that your Mum enjoys being fucked up the ass…” Leo turned toward Daniels, incredulous, “…but that she prefers sucking cock. Wondered if you knew that she and Jacob – ”
Without thinking, Leo leapt forward and pommelled Daniels, hoping desperately to kill him in the process.
In seconds the referee was on them, tearing them apart, screaming foul, and sending Leo straight to the showers to calm down and clean up. Leo, fuming, turned toward the showers without once looking back at the horrified faces of his fellow Fireballs, all of whom now realized that Leo had just potentially lost them the game.
The Fireballs’ locker room was a mess. Clothes were strewn about and various pieces of gear were piled high on a few of the benches, but Leo paid none of this any mind. If Brian wanted to play, Leo had decided he was up to the challenge.
No one insulted his mother and got away with it. Especially not Daniels. And it was time to finally, fully teach Daniels that lesson.
After standing for a good fifteen minutes stark naked in the stream of hot water currently spouting from the showerhead hoping that his team members might finish their game and happen upon him in his birthday suit, he gave up. He soaped up, toweled off, and dressed once more, devising a plan of action against Daniels all the while. Just as he was getting his things together he thought to himself, Why not now?
Since the majority of the university’s students were watching the football game, Leo had no need to be careful. He made his way to the Mad Dogs’ locker room, sauntered in, scooped up Daniels’ towel and clothing, and shoved them in a random empty locker on the far side of the room from Daniels’ own. He then hid in a utility closet and waited quietly, patiently, and calculating on the bench adjacent to Daniels’ “new” locker.
It wasn’t too awfully long before the Mad Dogs football team appeared, congratulating one another and slapping Daniels on the back for his very productive badgering of Fireballs star player. The game had only lasted as long as it had, it turned out, because Daniels was too busy enjoying the game to notice the ball one of his teammates had lined up for a final winning kick.
The players stripped down entirely and headed for the showers, making lewd cracks and still celebrating their victory. Daniels had paid his missing towel no mind, but was now leaning back his silvery-blonde hair into a jet of hot water. Thinking of the task at hand, Leo leered at Daniels through the metal vent in the closet door, contemplating his fast-approaching duties. He was determined to enjoy what lay ahead, even if it WAS Daniels, so he allowed himself to do something that he’d never before considered: he examined Daniels’s naked form, his eyes roaming up and down, caressing his chest, his arse, and particularly his manhood. His adversary was slim and sculpted, pale and nearly perfect.
Leo felt a sudden surge of pride as he noted that his own figure was superior and his manhood more manly, but he appreciated the view before him nonetheless, pondering the deed he was about to perform. As he enjoyed the view Daniels was giving him, he felt himself grow hard, only slightly perplexed that his power-lust did not seem to be the culprit.
One by one, the team members stepped from the showers and dried off, dressing quickly so they could return to their fans to be showered again, this time by the admiration of their peers. Leo was suddenly concerned that Daniels would want to waste no time in returning to his fans, as well, but was delighted to find that he knew Daniels better than he thought he did: the blonde boy was still relaxing in the shower, apparently not concerned that his comrades would beat him back to rejoin the Mad Dogs’ fans. Leo believed Daniels thought he deserved the extra time in the hot water, deserved not to have the need to rush, and most of all, was looking forward to making his entrance among his peers as the MVP.
Only two of his team members remained when Daniels emerged from the shower, his body glistening from the droplets of water still clinging to him. He looked for his towel, and when he could not find it, asked his fellow football players if they’d seen it.
“Sorry, Brian,” shrugged Knight, heading for the door.
Fox smirked. “Looks like you’ll have to go out and meet your fans that way. Any excuse to show off to the ladies, eh, Brian?” and then he sauntered out the door after Knight.
“Wankers,” mumbled Daniels, who had begun to search in earnest for his towel. He began to search each of the lockers in turn, and Leo sat silently, watching. When Daniels had opened the correct door, he wondered aloud which of his sodding teammates had crammed his things into this sodding locker and walked to retrieve them. He was shivering now, and rather than carry his things to his regular locker first, he opted to dry off and warm up.
Leo was close enough that he could practically taste Daniels’s flesh, but restrained himself another moment, waiting for Daniels to build up more of a challenge. It wasn’t until his enemy had dressed in his boxers that Leo decided to reveal himself.
Daniels had just turned back toward the locker to collect the rest of his things when Leo burst through the door, appearing right in front of Daniels’s eyes. Daniels was startled, but recovered quickly. “You did it, didn’t you? You hid my clothes. Wanted to get a good look at me, did you, Jensen, watching me search naked for my things?” He sneered at Leo. “Made you randy, did I, talking about your friend Jacob besting your Mum?”
Leo only smiled, his eyes cold as ice. “I did do it, Daniels, you’re right. Because I can do anything I want. Anything,” he added, an edge to his voice.
Daniels suddenly felt uncomfortable standing before his foe devoid of most of his clothing. “Sod off,” he replied, pushing past Leo to get the rest of his things from the locker.
This was the moment Leo had been waiting for. He grabbed hold of Daniels’s arm, twisting it behind his back, and slammed him up against the lockers, using his right elbow to pin Daniels’s shoulders. The blonde let out a cry of pain as his face connected with metal, but before he could react, Leo had grabbed him by the hair and was now beating his head against the locker.
Just as quickly Leo released Daniels who, dazed, sank to the floor at Leo’s feet. Daniels felt blood in his mouth and spat it onto Leo’s shoes, but suddenly Leo had his hair again and was pulling him to his feet with it. “Don’t waste your spit,” he smirked at Daniels, and just as suddenly Daniels felt Leo’s tongue between his teeth. Leo Jensen was kissing him.
Leo turned as they kissed, Daniels so bewildered he never thought to bite down on the tongue invading his mouth, and Daniels found himself pressed against the lockers once more, this time with his back to them. The metal was cold against his skin, and it brought him back to himself. He pushed Leo off him, searching for something to fend off his attacker, and a fallen broom from the utility closet caught his eye. He lunged for it, but was intercepted and pressed down onto the bench between him and the broom.
“Going somewhere?” asked Leo cruelly, holding him down.
“What are you, Jensen, some kind of faggot?” screamed Daniels, finally understanding where this was going.
“Not at all, Daniels. In fact, until you tried to use sex as a verbal weapon, this had never occurred to me, but I wanted to thank you properly for the idea,” came Leo’s reply. “If sex is going to be a weapon between us, then I’d say you’re fucked.” With that, Leo tore the boxers from Daniels’s body so that he lay naked on the bench before him.
Daniels was humiliated and, frankly, terrified. A whirlwind of thoughts were churning through his head, but he knew Leo well enough to know he would never go through with his plan. He was a Fireball, after all…not a Mad Dog. He was a genuinely good person; nothing, not even the suggestion that his best friend had used his Mum could push him to something like this.
But as Daniels watched Leo swallow the length of his manhood, Daniels realized he’d been wrong. He’d pushed too far this time, and there was no stopping the consequences. Instead, he found himself enjoying the consequences, hardening and lengthening, and as a result began to panic. “Get off me, Leo!” he shouted, doing his best to move his hips, still held to the bench beneath him.
“Leo, is it?” smirked Leo, ceasing his ministrations momentarily. “You must be enjoying yourself, then, Brian.” Immediately his head sank back down to Daniels’s crotch and he continued to give Daniels his full attention.
Daniels, trying desperately to shake from his mind the lust that had overcome him, began to beg. “Jensen, please, let me go. I don’t care if you’re a fag, all right? I’ll never say a word about this to anyone.” He felt his manhood leap involuntarily as Leo swirled its head with his tongue. “Oh, god…” came his moan, but he shook his head and continued his plea. “Leo…Leo, please. I’m…Carla and I…” His voice trailed off as Leo’s tongue ran down the length of his shaft. “God,” he groaned, and was suddenly silent as Leo persisted.
When Daniels had quieted down, Leo realized he was succeeding with his plan and stopped. “You and Carla, eh? Any good in bed?” he asked, removing his own clothing one-handed as he spoke. “Might take her myself when I’m done with you. Bet she wouldn’t put up much of a fight once she saw this,” he said, laughing quietly as he lowered his briefs. “What do you think, Daniels?” he inquired, stroking his own manhood, making it hard. “Are you going to fight it?”
Daniels struggled violently against his opponent. “Jensen…” he began.
“Don’t ‘Jensen’ me!” said Leo, still stroking himself, becoming harder than he thought he’d ever been as he stood over his enemy, wielding a tangible power. “You’ve had this coming for years…and I do mean cumming,” he finished, sniggering quietly at his own joke. Leo grabbed Daniels by the throat. “If you’re good, I’ll let you cum, too,” he whispered in Daniels’s ear.
Daniels went wild. “Get off me, you fucking wanker!” he shrieked, flailing his arms, clawing at Leo’s grip on his neck. “Help!” he began to shout, praying someone would hear him, but instead, he found himself bent over the bench now before him, one arm twisted up high behind his back.
Leo gathered his wits and prepared himself for what he was about to do, then all at once plunged himself into Daniels’s body. Daniels screamed bloody murder, tears streaming down his face at the pain, completely unable to move. He felt violated, anguished, desperate to make it stop…but then a hand snaked between his legs, wrapping itself around his masculinity. It pumped up and down and elicited a groan from its passion-riddled owner, who was so keen on pleasuring the blonde boy he was even now raping. Daniels felt something he’d never dreamed possible: a perfect blend of bliss and agony, the violation of his inner sanctum somehow gratifying in conjunction with the fondling of his manhood.
Leo paid just as much attention to Daniels’s other erotic zones, rubbing, touching, stroking and fondling, all the while thrusting into the other boy’s body, feeling a tightness and a warmth around him he’d never imagined could come from one of his own gender, enveloped in the pleasure of sex and the yearn for control that had overtaken him. He felt Daniels begin to quiver and milked every last drop from his manhood, the idea of it pushing him past the point of no return. He fell against Daniels as he came with an angry, lustful grunt, the boy’s still-rigid body supporting his weight, and when finally he pulled out, he released Daniels’ arm. Tears running down his cheeks and a mess running down his legs, Daniels made his way quickly and silently to the loo. When he returned, clean and with a dry face, he walked over to Leo and did the completely unexpected: he gave Leo a long and lingering French kiss. Startled at first, Leo soon began to relax and kiss back, running his fingers through Daniels’s hair and his hands down the boy’s tight body. As his hands slid over the curve of the blonde boy’s arse, Daniels broke the kiss.
“I win after all, faggot,” he drawled, and as he was about to turn to retrieve his clothing, Leo realized the need to prove his superiority once more.
“Daniels?” he asked, and the boy turned to face him. His face was met by a solid right hook which dropped Daniels to the floor like a rag doll.
Leo flexed his now-aching hand, dressed once more, and as he was leaving the locker room he turned back to the now-conscious, moaning boy. “Like, I said, Daniels…you had it coming.” With that, Leo Jensen returned to his dormitory, leaving Brian Daniels bruised, used, and baffled on the locker room floor and wondering how Jensen ever could have bested him.