Only for Fans Part 08 'Clay and Justin'

 Content Warning: Violence

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“Will you quit worrin so damn much,” Drew growled. 

Justin felt his body stiffen at the command. “I know… I know…” he tried to sound confident but was still trying to avoid talking about how much he was worried about going over to Dean’s house. When he was a jock, he’d always tried to pick on Dean for being too perfect, now they were looking for advice.

Another grunt from Drew caused Justin to grip his seatbelt. “Listen. Do ya have any bad mem-or-ies of Dean from this new body?”

“No..?”

“Then quit fuackin worrin about it. K?” He felt Justin still sitting awkwardly in the car. His silence was more annoying than his constant worrying. “How bout I kick his ass if he says some shit? Eh?” then added a few pokes to Justin’s side.

Justin’s sensitive skin reacted to the pokes and he couldn’t hide his giggles as his body coiled in on itself. “Ok! Ok!” he cried out in defeat and laughter. “I get it!” 

“Good,” Drew smirked as they pulled into Dean’s driveway. The house could easily fit three cars in front of it, so parking his truck was simple. But at the same time the amount of garage also meant he could fit a full gym inside as well. He’d talked to Coach about letting some of the players over to keep in shape, but Dean still had the final say in who was and wasn’t allowed over. 

It wasn’t even three knocks before Dean’s massive body filled the doorway. “YO! CLAY!” he shouted, raising his arms out wide for a hug but backing off. 

“Sup,” Drew smirked. It was far more reserved than Dean’s greeting but still felt friendly.

“Ahh… You brought a friend,” Dean’s eyes looked down from the other linebacker and landed on Justin. 

Justin felt his body react and hide behind Drew. A hand seemed to clasp Drew’s thick wrist for support but he only barely peered around the big man. “Hey,” he said quietly.

Drew shook his head in frustration. “C’mon. Out,” he pulled his arm forward, sending Justin back in front of him. “Quit bein a bitch. Dean ain’t gonna bitecha.”

“Unless you want me to,” Dean showed his teeth and chomped down. 

“Don’t go an’ do that to ‘im…” Drew grumbled.

“What? Afraid he might like it?” Dean joked back.

“I’m sure he does…”

Justin’s face flushed as the two men were talking about him, right in front of him. “I think yer right,” Dean laughed. “Look at his little face turn red. Look how bright it is!” his tone turned down as he felt Drew not continuing the joke. “Don’t worry buddy. I ain’t gonna do it unless ya want it. Ok?”

“Ok…” Justin nodded. He hated how cautious he was being but didn’t know how else he was supposed to react. One of Dean’s arms was bigger than his head and he felt if he was ever to get into a wrestling match, these new instincts would force him to give up and allow the victor his prize. The more conscious the thought became the more Justin had to shift his legs around to hide the tent growing between them. 

Dean led them inside. Justin couldn’t help but look around a bit astonished the college athlete had such a nice place. He figured it’d be party central and beer and energy drink cans would litter every inch of the place. Or there’d be stains on and holes in the furniture or walls. But nothing. It was a nicely put together house with just his essentials to make a room a room but with a few extras to really tie it together as something more upscale. 

Justin felt himself looking at each item, knowing how much it was, but being impressed that some many cheap things could make the room look nice. He knew Dean could afford it based off how much he’d made on just that one livestream but when he stepped into the workout room he couldn’t help but open his mouth wide and say, “Wow…”

“Impressive, eh?” Dean bragged about all the equipment he had. 

“Goddamn…” Drew felt himself agree. “When Coach been bitchin so much that I should jus fuckin come here, I don’t think I’d actually believed it.”

“An’ I can’t believe you actually finally took up the offer. You’ve been bitching at Coach to take you off the team like all year.”

“I know…” Drew rolled his eyes. “Just don’t think he should go an’ rely just on the two of us. But that’s not why we’re here.” 

Dean’s eyebrow raised. He’d already started racking up a few of the plates on the bar and was getting ready for a work out. “It ain’t?”

“Err… It ain’t… Don’t really know how ta say this but… Err… You know that website Only for Fans?”

It was the first time Dean stuttered. “I… I’ve heard of it…”

“I think you’ve done more than jus heard of it…” Drew cut to the point. “See Justin had heard about you… Uhhh… Performin? Yeah. Performin on it and well we’d gone an checked it out and then I’d gone and made an account fer us.”

“How much did you see?” Dean asked. 

“Just the part where you fucked the other football player,” Justin answered.

“You like it?” Dean smirked but tried to hide it. “I mean… And?”

“Well… Look at us!” Justin stepped forward. He was starting to get a little frustrated. 

All Dean had was a dumbfounded face. “Err… I am?”

“You don’t see any difference! He doesn’t see anything different?” he turned back to Justin for some kind of support.

“I mean… Zack didn’t…” Drew answered. “Why would Dean?”

“Cause he’s part of it?!” Justin waved his arms around.

“But do you know what’s different about me?” Dean’s eyes may have narrowed but there was a smirk creeping on his face. The silence between Justin and Drew only egged him on. “C’mon. Guess.” The two shook their heads. “Fine! I used to be an out of shape high school gym teacher. Two days ago I was 59. Overweight. And feelin like shit. Now look at me.” He added a flex to show off even more.

Drew wasn’t about to let Dean show him up. He was far larger but didn’t have the same cut definition that Dean had. Though his belly and added strength made him not care about all that. Justin’s eyes were glued to the scene. ‘Stop it!’ he slapped his face trying to get him to think straight again, but Dean tore off his shirt and his attention was grabbed again. 

“I’m going… I’m going to the bathroom,” Justin said, but the playful aggression between the two men seemed to make them ignore him. He slinked out of the garage and back into the house. He looked around and remembered the computer was in his bedroom. It was a bit awkward going through the house, but Justin felt like he needed to. There was no way he was going to stay like this.

Shaking the mouse booted up the computer. The Only for Fans website was bookmarked and he clicked it, logging Dean out and his account back in. A few viewers started to appear.

‘Back already? Thought it’d be a little longer…’

‘Where’s his friend?’

‘Hey! Yeah! Where’s Clay?’

“He’s uhh… Working out with Dean.”

‘Dean? Dean Michels! Dude! That’d be an awesome collab!’

‘Yeah! Go get ‘em.’

The chatters were all saying similar things. Justin started to feel his heart race a little more as he thought about the two guys being sexual with him. “No. Wait. You guys have to change me back. I’m not supposed to be like this.”

‘Oh god… This shit…’

‘Really? No Clay?’

‘Doesn’t look like it… He’s going to beg to be a jock again. BORING!’

‘This isn’t what I came to see.’

The few people that had entered the chat left again. Only leaving one left. “Please. You have to change me back!” Justin begged.

There was an awkward silence as Justin watched the three rotating circles as the chatter typed. ‘Do you want to change back?’

‘Nnn--nye--nygh…” Justin could feel the word slipping out. The word, ‘no’ kept coming to his mind but he forced it down, trying to force out a ‘yeah’ or ‘yes’ instead. Right now, it was a firm no. His body and mind loved the gentle but confident way Clay played with his body and the comforting and soothing when he was upset. “I need to change back.” Justin finally answered.

‘But do you want to?’

He struggled with the word again. Forcing it down. “Just do it! Okay!” There was silence again. The viewer hadn’t left but Justin wondered if he’d fucked up. “Please…”

‘How about this? I’m going to order a dreamstate. If you don’t like it I’ll change you back. Okay?’

There weren’t many options for Justin to weigh. “Okay,” he said. Then there was a ding from the computer. He blinked. 

In front of him stood the imposing door to the locker room. He could already smell the musk and grim from all the football players through it. Cautiously he pulled it open getting an even greater whiff of everything. His heart raced. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be back there. “Clay?” he called out. His weak voice echoed off the lockers and concrete.

Even if he would have loved to see all the football guys changing, he knew they weren’t so keen on him seeing them. They acted like they didn’t care, but the subtle way they’d make sure a towel was around their waist of they’d move out of Justin’s sight was still in his mind. “Clay?” he called again. “Alvin said you were back here still…” 

Practice had been over and most of the guys were already gone. Justin snuck deeper into the room. “Clay?” still no answer. “Then where is he..?”

The door leading to the field flew open. “You’ve got to be shitting me! Why did that feel so good?! Awww fuck...” Zack entered the locker room rubbing his asshole. The big guy couldn’t make it through without having to bang his hands against the lockers. “FUCK!” he shouted. The deep baritone bounced off the hard hollow surfaces. “WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH ME?”

Another bang against the locker and Justin felt his body freeze up and hold against the locker. He really didn’t want to be there anymore. He felt the worry fill his body as he tried desperately to stay calm. ‘Just breathe... He doesn’t know you’re here…' Another bang to the locker and Justin’s body froze up again. However, he couldn’t help but let out a desperate little squeak.

Zack noticed. His fiery anger turned to a cooler simmer. “Yo! Who the fuck’s in here?” he shouted. “I’m not in the mood! If your trying to scare me I’m going to kick the shit out of you? You hear?” He punched another locker. Justin couldn’t help but make another squeak. His body reacted to the physical intimidation. “Do we have a little mouse in here?” 

‘Move!’ Justin screamed at himself but his body seemed to be frozen in place. He could only push his little body against the locker, trying to make himself all the smaller. But at the same time he knew he needed to get out of there. ‘Move!’ Zack was getting closer, moving slowly, almost to be more intimidating. There weren’t many people the big guy was afraid of. ‘Move!’ his body finally listened.

But he barely got a footstep before he felt his arm grabbed and yanked back. “Oh looks like we’ve got ourselves a little mouse after all,” Zack smirked. His hand tightened around Justin’s arm a bit more, the grin even more devious along with it.

“Ah--Ah--” Justin cried out as the pressure slowly increased.

“Oh quit being such a pussy,” Zack ordered. “I thought you liked real men.”

“I was… I was just looking for Clay. If he’s not here, then--”

“Clay…” he grumbled with disdain. “You don’t need to worry about Clay.” Zack pushed Justin hard against the locker again. His hand adjusted his protective cup, then pulled down the tight football leggings he was wearing. The white spandex lowered just enough to show off the plastic covering his dick.

Justin couldn’t help but let out a single snicker as Zack removed the white plastic. Behind it was a throbbing cock that was maybe two inches long. If the football player had any amount of fat around his belly, the thing could have been easily lost. “Not a word,” Zack ordered, pushing Justin’s back against the locker again. 

His meaty hands went to feeling up and down Justin’s small body. Undoing the button on his pants and letting them drop to the floor. Justin’s own four inches pointed straight ahead. Fear still filled his mind but he couldn’t seem to help it. And then there was the way Zack was looking at it. A hunger in his eyes as his mouth hung agape. Trying desperately not to drop to his knees and start sucking it. 

“The fuck is wrong with me!?” Zack shouted at the sky. His rage took back over, slamming Justin into the locker a few more times as he spun the small man around effortlessly. Justin’s round ass pointed outward and upward showing off his hole. But despite all of Clay’s efforts, it still remained fairly tight. “Yeah… That’s more like it. You should be a fuckin girl but beggers can’t be choosers.”

Justin’s face was pushed harder against the locker as Zack fumbled with his tiny cock. A light whimper came out of him. “Stop being such a bitch,” Zach pushed him against the locker again. “Clay’s not all that special.”

“Da fuck I ain’t,” Clay’s deep voice bounced off the walls. “The fuck is goin on ‘ere?”

“Oh thank God!” Justin struggled a little more to get away. Zach seemed to have frozen when he heard Clay’s booming voice. His grasp loosened and Justin scurried away. 

“The fuck you think yer doin?” Clay took a step forward, sending Zack back. “Huh?” His massive fists were clenched as he took another step forward. “You gonna say sumthin or just stare at me like a dumbass?” Zack’s back was against the wall. A fist flew over his left shoulder, slamming hard into the metal. Clay’s face was just mere inches away from Zack’s. His eyes narrowed and brows pointed down. “Huh?”

Zack’s eyes fluttered as his dick fired away. “Oh god!” he cried out in pleasure.

“You gotta be shittin me. This sum kind of joke?” Clay jumped back trying to dodge. The cum just barely missed his legs. “Damn… You really were tryin ta fuck ‘im, weren’tcha?Thought it’d make ya feel like a big man, eh?”

“Listen--”

“No, yer gonna listen ta me,” Clay banged his fist against the locker again making Zack stand at attention. His cock throbbed again at the order. “Yer gonna suck his dick an make it feel real nice. Yoo got that?” Zack nodded.

“C-Clay…” Justin muttered under his breath. “That’s not…”

“Shh…” Clay draped his strong sturdy arms over Justin’s shoulders from behind. His hairy face nuzzled against his neck as he planted several kisses against it. “It’s alright. Zack’s real good. He’ll know how ta make ya squirm.” Clay’s hands clenched the sides of Justin making him jump slightly. His heavy weight held him down.

Zack was down on all fours in front of them. His eyes stared deeply into the cock before him. His mouth hung open. “Go’on,” Clay ordered. 

“OOOO!” Justin’s body thrust upward as every muscle seemed to have flexed. He’d never felt something like this before. Zack’s lips pursed open, slowly enveloping his cock. A flick of his tongue at the slight, seemed to have sent an amazing signal to his entire body. “Oh God…” Justin let the feeling roll off him. 

“Good, eh?” Clay whispered in his ear. He hadn’t stopped pecking the side of the smaller guy’s neck as he held him tightly. With his strong meaty body he could easily hold down Justin as he writhed in the pleasure. Different muscle groups flexed at different points making him a bit hard to handle sometimes. “I know yer not used ta this,” Clay whispered. The husk in his voice sent another wave of pleasure down Justin’s spine.

Justin’s cock throbbed but Zack didn’t stop. Zack seemed to know how to hit every single one of his pleasure points. That tongue wrapped around his cock and his lips pulled and pushed gently, yet firmly avoiding any chance of his teeth touching the sensitive cock. “He’s real good ain’t he? You want him ta teach me a thing or two? Cause I could?” 

It was hard for Justin to think. His mind was gone as he felt the sensation from both ends. Though, he tried to hold on. Hold onto this feeling he’d never had before. “Oh fuck…” he grunted but held it back.

“That’s a good boi,” Clay praised. “Finish when ya wanna finish…” 

Zack focused on the tip of his cock. His tongue ran up and down the slit. “Oh fuck…” Justin felt it throb. It was so sensitive. “Oh fu-ck…” Another push of it closer to the back of Zack’s throat. His tongue wrapping around it and lathering it up. Justin couldn’t hold on any longer. His body reacted and balls unloaded. 

He could feel his dick pulsing as more and more cum filled the other man’s mouth. Zack pulled back. “Swallow.” Clay ordered. Zack’s face flinched but he complied letting it drip down into his gullet. “Good boi.” Clay’s attention turned back to Justin. His hands ran up and down the small man’s body. “Good right?” he smiled. 

“Uh-huh…” Justin was still coming down from the high. He could feel his mind spinning at the sensation. Even if he liked Clay more, he couldn’t deny that wasn’t at least a bit of fun.

“Course it was. Now even though ya ain’t part of the team, if ya ever feelin a bit frisky an I ain’t around then make sure ya call Zack. Alright? He’ll make ya feel real nice.”

“Okay!” Justin said.

“Good boi!” Clay nuzzled his hairy face against Justin again.

Slowly Justin came out of the dreamstate seeing Dean’s bedroom again. “Oh shit!” he looked around realizing they weren’t in the locker room. “Oh shit!” at the realization he’d just made a mess all over Dean’s computer. He quickly went to grab a tissue to clean it up. 

‘Looks like there’s no reason to turn you back. =]’