The Teen Jocks Ch. 02

Three seconds go by and then the thugs advance. They charge quickly at what they perceive as the weakest link of the bunch: Witch Boy. One thug almost makes it to Witch Boy and is about to club him over the head with his crowbar, but Nightshadow throws his metal staff into his shin making him trip. Amazingly, the fallen thug was able to accidentally grab onto the nearest thing to him... that being Witch Boy's thong and pulled it down with him.

Witch Boy was exposed but he didn't realize it, because he was knocking the shit out of another thug that ran towards him with a blow of his staff. He did notice when he went to step and he tripped and fell onto his stomach, giving several thugs an excellent view at his smooth crack and taint, of his dick and balls and most importantly, of his tiny, pink asshole.

Nightshadow helped Witch Boy up with a hand, the twinky boy's face coming right up against Nightshadow's big, barely covered cock as the boy's face and lips brushed up against the black skimpy speedo as he rose up. Witch Boy flushed after feeling the warmth of the older's jock enticing crotch, a thought establishing in his young mind of how good Nightshadow's scent was. As Nightshadow turned around to smack two thugs at the same time with quick strokes of his metal staff, Witch Boy also took to the air. Now flying, the twinky hero held his magical staff by it's base as he made circular motions with it, the movement of his arm getting faster by the second. The vibration in the air caused by his staff's movements created a small cyclone that went immediately in the direction of a group of thugs, taking the all out in the air at the same time and sending them and their weapons far away from the other jocks.

Flyby was soaring through the air, swooping down and picking up two thugs in one hand and throwing them into the water nearby. When he flies down again to lift up another thug, his foot was grabbed by the big bald thug and he was flung to the ground, his hard body smashing against the floor, breaking it. He hit the ground on his chest, leaving his perky ass high in the air and presenting his tiny pink pussy to the bald thug. The thug grunted, lifted Flyby by his hair and dragged him behind a shipping container.

Flyby was so dazed by the fall that he didn't understand what was going on, cause the simulation was so fucking real. He could smell the sea salt coming from the bay's water as the thug shoved his body against the metal surface of the shipping container, the thug spreading his legs with his feet as he secured both his arms behind his back. Flyby felt the thug giving a lick at his exposed neck and his left hand groping his jock-strapped muscular ass, the thug's fingers getting closer and closer to his tight hole. Flyby felt a shiver going up and down his spine as the thug's hands approached the tight, pristine treasure hidden between his hot jock asscheeks.

"You fucking whore, coming down to the docks dressed like this... you're begging for a fuck, aren't you? Your little jock tease, walking around with your hot ass out, showing everyone your fucking hole... If it's a pounding that you want, then that's what you're gonna get, slut!" The bald thug practically spit at his ear.

Before Flyby could say anything, he suddenly felt the weight of the big man behind him had disappeared — looking behind him, Flyby saw Scorch had just streamed behind him in the air and took the man with him, not before he smashed the man's face with flaming fists, and dropped the man's body into the bay's water. Flyby felt his hole twitching violently with emotion and lust after seeing his jock idol save him, and he took of into the air again and went right where Scorch was also floating to give the bigger, hunky jock a high-five. Scorch groped Flyby's muscular left asscheek in a friendly manner and, with a wink, both jock heroes took flight to the center of the fight in front of them, where Nightshadow and Boomer took a mass of thugs in hand to hand combat. Scorch immediately started shooting fire blasts in as many thugs as he could find, as Flyby flew by all of them knocking several thug's down with punches to their bellies and faces. The strength of Flyby's fists were such that the hugs being hit by them flew several feet off the ground just to land way farther than their initial positions. Feeling angry about the bald thug's failed attempt at his sexy body, Flyby flew to the shipping container he had just been pressed up against and took the thing in his muscular arms, lifting the huge container over his head. His hot, muscular body and arms could be seen flexing and pumping with the exertion, but the sexy jock didn't seem to be struggling with the immense weight of the shipping container. Taking to the air once again with the huge box in his arms, Flyby threw the whole thing into a group of seven thugs, who immediately disappeared under the weight of the object.

On the ground, Nightshadow and Boomer were fighting hand to hand with several armed thugs. While Nightwing waved his metal staff around with precise and elegant movements, hitting heads, chests, legs and backs, while also jumping and kicking around in the air in sophisticated gymnastic movements, Boomer took several thugs by hand while his body was surrounded by the bright, purple aura. Time and again Boomer shot purple blasts of photon energy at a thug or another, whose bodies immediately disintegrated under the power of those blasts. To anyone that looked it was clear that Boomer was having a lot of fun on the thugs expenses, while Nightshadow was more serious about the task at hand.

Suddenly Nightshadow faced a thug who held his metal staff with his hand, using pure brute force to pump the metal staff against Nightshadow own exposed muscular chest and throwing the dark haired jock out of his game. Disoriented by the painful blow, Nightshadow tried to pull himself together only to find that the four thugs he was engaged with had taken out their handguns and where now pointing them at him, ready to shoot with smiles on their faces.

To Nightshadow's surprise, the thugs started to move their arms to point their handguns against one another; now, there were two thugs on his left and two thugs at his right pointing the firearms at their own crime partners, with fearful looks on their faces, not knowing what was going on. Feeling some movement behind him, Nightshadow turned around to see Witch Boy in the air, his small black cape flowing behind him, with his black witch hat atop blonde wavy hair, wooden staff floating beside him, while the twinky boy did arcane gestures with his both hands in front of him and muttered a few quick words in some strange ancient language. Nightshadow's cock involuntarily started to throb inside his skimpy speedo as he saw the impressive sight in front of him — as Witch Boy cast his spell, his eyes became dark with pure magic, and his almost naked, muscular jock body seemed even more cut, even more sexier, the way his pink nipples were hard and pointed out of his bare muscled torso, the slutty thong in his crotch being effectively the only thing between the twinky boy and full nudity. Nightshadow thought how hot that fat muscle ass looked from behind all exposed, the thin strap of the black thong in the boy's deep, smooth crack hiding one of the most beautiful, juicy holes Nightshadow has ever seen.

As Witch Boy completed his spell, Nightshadow turned around again to see that the enchanted thugs were being compelled to shoot their guns against their own companions. With one last arcane word yelled into the air, all four thugs shot their guns at the same time, and all of them dropped to the ground with bullets inside their skulls.

Nightshadow turned around just to see that Witch Boy had come back to the ground and now looked normal, as if the great surge of magical power that just took him seconds ago had vanished. Looking like his normal, innocent and lovely self again, he asked "Scott, are you okay?" while putting a delicate hand against the older jock's bruised pec.

"Yeah, I am, it just hurts a bit. It will get better. Tommy, that was... wow, that was impressive. Really" Nightshadow commented, still a little flabbergasted by the scene he just saw.

"That was just a spell I learned a few days ago in an old Nordic book... how to put your enemies against it each other. I'm glad it worked. Now let me help you" said Witch Boy, and he pressed his gentle hand a little harder at Nightshadow's bruised pec. Surprisingly, the pressure didn't hurt, as a faint, warm green light started to spread from Witch Boy's fingers into the handsome older jock's muscular pec, and in mere seconds the bruise didn't exist any longer, nor did the pain.

"Thank you, Tommy" said Nightshadow with a loving gaze.

As Witch Boy blushed, Boomer dispatched the last of the thugs with an explosion of purple energy, and as the jocks came down from their highs, they heard Adrian Wizard's voice once again as the simulation ended and they saw themselves back again in the white room "Well, gentleman, that was good, I won't lie. But you have to get way better if you really want to fight real crime in this city and in the world. But you all have great potential. I've made up my mind. I'll now help, guide and finance you all towards superhero stardom. With my help, you'll be the next generation of the greatest heroes on Earth. But you need a name. I now name you The Teen Jocks." Wizard finished grandly.

The now Teen Jocks looked at each other with pride and happiness, but also with great respect for the hardships and responsibilities that would befall each and every one of them with their new title. But they knew they would be fine. They had their bros right beside them.

Kirby Spire - Brad's Punishment

After training, Brad noticed that Mr. Wizard had disappeared so he decided to go up to his office to apologize some more. As he walks to the elevator and tells ADAM to take him up to Mr. Wizard's office, he thinks of a long and beg-filled apology to tell him.

The elevator dings and ADAM announces he has arrived. The doors quietly slide open to reveal a room with red cherry oak wood floors. The walls also have wood on them as well, but the ceiling is completely made of a black marble. To the left is a roaring fireplace and in front is a giant black bear fur rug. Facing the fireplace are two leather chairs and in the middle is a black wooden table. Mr. Wizard's huge, long wooden desk sits empty at the opposite end of the room from the elevator. To the right of the elevator doors is a long bookshelf that takes up the entire wall, but is split down the middle by a record player and a glass cabinet filled with various hard alcohols.

Brad walks slowly to the desk and finds a note left for him telling him to "Take off your necklace and bracelets. Leave them on the desk and go bend over the metal stool I have placed in the room next to the shelf. Signed, Daddy Wizard."

Brad looks around for the stool and spots it. He slips off his golden bracelets and necklace, leaves them on the desk and bends over the stool with his ass up. Brad sits there for a couple of minutes, confused and slightly scared until he hears a low whistle coming from behind him. He then feels warm hands caress and rub circles around and around on his muscular ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

In rapid fast succession, Mr. Daddy Wizard spanks Brad's ass, alternating between his left and right ass cheek. The spanking startles Brad and he tries to get up, but Daddy Wizard has him in a vice grip and won't let him go until he's finished with his punishment.

Wizard stops spanking Brad after the fifth slap. He raises him up and turns him around so he can talk to him face to face. "I'm gonna spank you Brad, and you're going to count starting from one." Wizard firmly tells the blushing jock stud.

"Do you understand me?"

No reply. This earns Brad a quick and powerful swat on his butt from Wizard.

"Yes!" Brad yelps after a little persuasion.

"Well, bend back over the stool and start counting. For your actions today I'm going to give you 20 swats. If you don't move and be a good jock boy, I'll stop at 15. Okay?" Wizard says in a gentle but firm father-like tone.

"Okay." Brad whispers, just wanting this over.

Slap. "One." Slap. Slap. Slap. "Two, ugh...three, four...ugh...five." For each slap on Brad's tanned asscheeks, a count soon follows.

"Now what are you being punished for, boy?" Wizard asks. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Nine, ten,...I lost control and attacked Duke." Humiliated and tears forming in his eyes, Brad replies back.

"Yeah you did." Slap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. "Twelve, thirteen...,...fourteen ugh" Brad grunts.

Wizard stops and with one final, hard open palm, he slaps down directly onto Brad's exposed brown jockhole. Slap!!

Brad yelps loudly and Wizard notices that despite his tears and yelps of pain, his huge dick is hard and leaking some precum. It puddles on the top of the metal stool.

Wizard takes a small bottle of cooling gel out of his pocket and rubs a little bit into each redden cheek. Brad winces at the slight sting of pressure, but soon he is moaning in relief.

Wizard uses some more of the cooling gel to jerk Brad's dick off. It doesn't take long for the well-spanked jock stud to spurt hot, fresh stud cum in Wizard's hand.

Brad comes back from his orgasm and is pulled up from the chair into Wizard's arms for a long hug. In Wizard's arms, he says things like "You were a good boy today during your punishment" and "if you misbehave again though I'll have to give you a more serious punishment".

Brad just nods his head in agreement and rests his head on Daddy Wizard's chest. He's so out of it that he doesn't notice the older man's hands on his ass or his fingers rubbing over his brown jockhole.

Mason's House - Mason and Tyler Part One

Mason flies back home, exhausted after two hours training in Mr. Wizard's simulation room. Mason still doesn't know how it works. But damn is it exhausting, it's even more exhausting than football practice and a long day of football practice will instantly make his ass trench drip with sweat.

He touches down behind the pool house with a duffel bag in hand. Before going inside he takes off his boots, domino mask, knee pads, but leaves on his jock. He walks into the house through the back door and before he can go upstairs, he hears a call for him coming from the living room. There sitting spread out in only white briefs on a black leather couch is Mason's brother Tyler. Tyler is a handsome brown haired college jock with big muscles (built up from workouts and playing football in high school) and an even bigger cock. He always has a knowing and planning smirk or grin on his face. Tyler waves Mason over to him, knowing he won't have to wait at all.

Mason, despite his exhaustion, rushes over and jumps onto Tyler's lap to hug him. Tyler chuckles and ruffles his hair.

"I've missed you, big bro. I didn't see you this morning and I wanted to say goodbye." Mason tells his brother while squishing his face into his tanned shoulder.

Tyler sniffs Mason's hair and replies, "I bet you did, with this big, bubble butt of yours. Damn...", Tyler then proceeds to lightly smack and grab a handful of Mason's bouncy muscle booty.

Mason chuckles, "Come on bro." He pulls his face out of Tyler's shoulder and slides his hands down to Tyler's big pecs. He rubs his thumbs up and down his brown perky nipples which draws a groan from his older brother. Tyler responds by sliding his hand up and down Mason's asscrack, just occasionally grazing his pink puck.

Each occasional graze causes Mason to moan and grind his bottom into Tyler's hard cock beneath him. Mason leans back down to Tyler's shoulder, pressing his bare chest up to his brother's.

Tyler whispers into Mason's ear, "While I was driving up to the frat house, I kept on thinking about your pretty pink pussy and how it likes to pucker like it wants something to stuff it up, little bro. Fuck." While Tyler says this he begins to rub his fingers around and around the ring of his little brother's tight pussy.

Tyler tells Mason "Bro, I saw Brad's dick again today."

Me too, Mason thinks. But wanting to hear his brother's story, he urges him on.

"Yeah, big bro?" Asks Mason in a quiet boy voice.

"Yeah. I was walking out of Drew's room after buying some pot from him and there he was with his big cock just hanging out, while he was drying off his hair in his room, door open and shit."

"Keep going bro..." Mason urges Tyler while his big bro's fingers keep poking repeatedly at Mason's tight exposed hole. Mason responds by pushing back on it.

Tyler decides to tease Mason some more, "I'll get to that, just be patient, you little tease," Mason groans loudly into his chest and Tyler chuckles "Because of the shower, his nipples were really perky and pointy. They looked like they could cut diamonds. They looked so tasty too, like you could just put them in your mouth and munch on them" Tyler whispered right into Masons' ear, and a muffled "Fuck!" could be heard as Mason's face was pressed against his hot bro's neck.

"Droplets of water began to run down his abs and drip off his cock. Speaking of his cock, it was curved up, pointing right at me. The head of it was a dark purple like he got a stiffy in the shower and he didn't want to jerk off in there." Tyler slowly tells Mason and in between words bites at his earlobe. "Or he did jerk off and he still had some cum left in those big jock balls of his."

Mason grows a little impatient and pushes a little hard into Tyler's finger, allowing for half of his finger to go inside of Mason's tight hole.

Mason gasps as Tyler keeps describing Brad's cock.

"I could also see a little droplet of precum forming on the head. The light was shining down onto it, but it couldn't have been water as well. A large vein going up the underside of his cock to the head. As Brad began to dry off his back with the towel, his cock began to shake from side to side." As Tyler continues to talk to Mason, Mason begins to push back and forth on Tyler's finger, self-fingering his ass. Tyler notices and says, "I bet you wanted to have Brad's big cock inside you, didn't you? To have his cock push pass your tight ass ring and just slam full force into you, over and over again, pounding your slutty hole. Yeah you want it. And—"

Tyler can't get out the rest as Mason violently cums in his red and blue jock. He pumps quickly up and down on Tyler's finger. Each thrust of his hips synced up with a shot of cum flying out of his cockhead. He releases a groan and drops his head onto his bro's shoulder.

Mason just rests there for a while as his brother slips his finger out of his puck. Tyler slowly eases Mason off of his body, but not before kissing his warm cheek. Mason tells Tyler "You were joking, right big bro? You know I'm all about the girls, dude."

Tyler throws him a knowing smirk and says, "Yeah, totally." Then leaves Mason sitting on the couch in a cum-soaked jock.

Kirby Spire - The Upgrades

Back at Kirby Spire, after all the jocks had left, Witch Boy and Nightshadow stayed put as Mr. Wizard explained the upgrades he put into Nightshadow's modified motorcycle, which he amazingly calls the "Night-Cycle", a black sleek motorcycle. Nightshadow looks a little begrudgingly at the upgraded bike while Witch Boy looks at the bike with pure amazement and curiosity. Witch Boy or Tommy would remind tons of people of a puppy, if a puppy had a bouncy bubble butt.

"I also had a sidecar added in case a second person has to ride with you. On top of the seat of the sidecar, is a safety rod that an occupant must sit on for additional safety." Wizard says while pointing out a 10 inch long black rubber pole which bears a strong resemblance to a dildo.