A questionable Reality

For the first time in Tom’s life he really felt safe and secure. Feeling the strong arms wrap around his body and squeeze him tight, while they pulled him close to the even stronger body holding him, really made it all the better. In his semi conscious waking state he felt his hips grind against the heavy cock almost positioned perfectly to his ass. It hardened just a little bit more. The sudden growth made his blood start pumping faster. His dick hardens at the sensation.

‘What the fuck!’ Tom realizes this isn’t a dream. That strong body was actually cradling him. That heavy weight was actually pushing down on him. And that dick was trying to worm it’s way into his asshole. 

None of this made sense. When he went to bed the night before he was alone in his cheap ass apartment barely knowing where his next rent payment was going to come from and now he was cradled in the arms of some other man? By the feeling of it, a very sexy man. ‘Not now!’ he screamed at his dick as it started to harden. 

Tom felt his body struggle more to get out of his grasp. The dull rumble of snoring slowly became haggard while the other man's grasp tightened. “The fuck you think yer goin?” the other man growled in his sleep. Tom felt his body freeze, knowing full well he wasn’t supposed to be struggling like this. 

“Bathroom,” Tom lied. “I just need to go pee.”

“Hmph…” the grip loosened. The man rolled over. “Fine…”

There was no way Tom was going to let up his chance to get out of there. But he quickly realized he was completely naked. ‘Shit!’ he cursed as he sprinted back away from the door and actually into the bathroom. The thought that there might have been underwear on the floor or a shirt or something to help cover up his nude body but nothing.

But now in the safety of the bathroom he was starting to really look around. It was huge. Nearly as large as his apartment’s living room. ‘Shit…’ he stared at the shining marble on the floor and the two sinks. One of them had a towel with initials on it. “T.D.?” he questioned. On the other sink was a matching one with the initials, ‘B.D.’ 

“Weird…” Tom checked his face for any signs of sickness or head trauma. None were there but he still couldn’t believe where he was. Even just judging by the price of the mansion by the bathroom, he didn’t even know if he could afford the toilet he was currently sitting on. 

In the other room, that guy who was holding him down was starting to stir. A roar filled the silence as he stretched his body to the sky and released the tension locked in his muscles. The man walked into the bathroom scratching at his furry abs. Tom’s eyes were locked on what was right below it. The thick rod swung back and forth. Even soft it was bigger than Tom’s. “Up,” the man commanded. 

Tom felt his body almost obey immediately until his eyes locked on who this person was. “Bruce Davidson!?”

“In da flesh ya little dork. Now move,” Bruce pointed towards the door. “Unless you want me to use you instead?” His eyebrows waggled as he said it. 

“Ok! Ok!” Tom left quickly though his heart rate was still a little elevated. He wasn’t really into that kind of stuff but hearing it right now felt a little different. “What’s wrong with me..?” he tried to feel his temperature again to see if he was hallucinating, but it felt absolutely normal. And punching his arm hurt as well. “Not a dream…” he muttered, tending the now more sensitive spot. 

“This doesn’t make sense… This doesn’t make sense…” Tom started pacing around the room seeing more and more evidence that he was apparently married to his former bully. Not only that, they were happily married. In every picture taken he’s smiling broadly with Bruce’s thick arm around his neck or them hanging out around a bonfire. Looking through one of the drawers he found some much more private photos. Apparently Bruce had taken them right as he was about to cum, making sure to encapsulate his ‘O face’ for all time.

“Tom?” A stern female voice came from the door. “Where’s Bruce?” Tom jumped at the sudden intrusion and tried to cover himself up. His face went beat red as the woman’s glare only deepened. “Really? I know Bruce likes you walking around naked. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Right…” Tom’s face only deepened the shade of crimson. And his hand was not moving away from the spot it was currently covering up.

“Where’s Bruce?” She asked again.

“Uhh… Shower?”

“And you? Are you ready for the photoshoot?”

“Photoshoot?” Tom’s mouth hung open as though he was supposed to know what was going on.

“Yes Tom… The photoshoot. The one we’ve been planning the last two weeks,” her hand covered her face. “I expect this shit from Bruce. Don’t go stupid on me now too,” she scolded. 

“Right… The photoshoot…” Tom added a few laughs trying to sound more genuine but the woman didn’t look like she had any more confidence in him than before.

She shook her head and pulled out her phone. “James? Yeah it’s Deb. Hey. So we might need another hour or two. It’s not for sure but... I know! I know! Look, he’s a star. The fans love him for God knows why and he’s winning. Just give him a chance okay? They’re still a little young and inexperienced. That’s all. I’ll call you when I know more. Thanks.”

Deb went to the dresser and started rummaging through his drawers. Tom started to feel his heart race as she just narrowly avoided the one with all the pictures in it. But part of him started to wonder if she might have already seen them. The confident and no nonsense way she was with him standing in literally nothing, he wondered just how much she had seen in their relationship.

Deb tossed a shirt, pants and underwear at Tom. “Alright. This is what you’re wearing. Got it?” she went over to the bathroom and banged on the door. “Bruce! Hurry it up! We got people waiting. James has all your gear at the studio. Just get your jersey and some jeans. Got it?”

“Got it,” Bruce called back. 

“Good,” Deb said. “Now you. I don’t know what’s gotten into you this morning but you better be on your A game. I’m not about to let some relationship ruin his chances. Got it?”

“Got it!” Tom straightened up and felt a lump in his throat go down hard. “Got it…” he muttered a little quieter.

“Good. I’ll be downstairs. Take a quick shower and then we’ll get going,” she said.

“Oh don’t be so hard on him…” Bruce smirked in the doorway. “That’s my job.” His shoulder bumped into Tom.

“Regardless,” Deb said. “We have people waiting. So chop chop.” Clapping her hands to speed him up.

A fire was lit under Tom’s ass as he rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. None of this was making sense and everything just kept getting faster and faster. Now he was supposed to do a photoshoot? Tom let the water fall over his body as he tried to concentrate on anything. The only thing he kept going back to was the way Bruce was acting. Sure he was still a jerk, but it was more playful and fun rather than bitter or angry. And that’s not even mentioning that smirk. It was like he knew something.

“I said CHOP CHOP!” Deb shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. “We have people waiting on us!”

“Right! Right!” Tom turned off the water and dried himself off. She was almost as scary as Bruce ever was. He quickly got dressed in the shirt she’d thrown at him. The Patriots logo was branded on the front. 

Tom didn’t have time to think about what was going on as he was hurried to Bruce’s large truck. He at least got to sit shotgun while Deb took the back seat. “Alright. So instead of being an hour late it looks like it’ll just be a few minutes. So when we get there we’ll just do a couple of cute couple photos and then some football ones. Maybe some workout shots if we don’t take too much time. Okay?”

“Sounds like a great idea Deb. Right Tom?” Bruce poked Tom in the side making him jump. 

“Yep!” Tom answered. He still was just barely catching up to what was going on. Before he knew it, they were already at the address. Stepping out of the truck, he tried to act natural but when Bruce wrapped his arm around his shoulder, Tom couldn’t help but flinch.

Bruce noticed. “Everything alright?” the smile he had on seemed to be hiding something. 

“Uh-huh,” Tom lied, leaning more of his weight against the football player. His hand naturally groped the larger man’s muscles and he felt the arm tighten around his body. He flinched again realizing what he had done, but Bruce didn’t respond. Normally just being in the same room with the guy, Tom had been called some kind of slur or threatened for looking too long. But nothing bad happened. Yet.

Deb was the first to enter the studio. “I did it! I made it on time,” she threw her hands up and wide open. “I’m so sorry for scaring you this morning, but you know how stars can be sometimes.”

“Yeah…” James seemed to be biting his tongue, angry that his schedule had been messed with. “As long as the star is happy how can I complain?”

“Exactly!” Deb said.

“This him?” James looked up and down Bruce’s body. “Big fella. What are ya? 6’5” 260 pounds?”

“264,” Bruce said proudly. 

James rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. Real big fella. And this is your husband?” His attention turned to Tom. “Real small fella…” the cameraman’s eyes narrowed. “We can make it work. Alright. Little fella you sit here,” he tapped a couple of boxes. “And then Bruce you stand beside him. I know you're the star, but if you get in front of him at all we won’t be able to see him…”

The two lined up and Bruce’s arm went around Tom’s shoulder again and he pulled the small man into his large body. Tom tried his best to smile as comfortably as possible but after a few snaps of the camera, it obviously wasn’t enough.

“Can you at least try to act like you’re in love with him?” James dropped the camera down to his side as he glared at Tom.

“I’m--”

“It’s alright man. He’s not used ta this kinda stuff,” Bruce interjected. “Ain’tcha. Bein such a little dork an all you never had all this attention. Right?” 

“Right…” Tom felt himself agreeing with Bruce for the first time in his life. It was still in his condescending manner, but it didn’t feel as belittling. And for some reason he liked it. 

“Then let’s try to get you a little more comfortable…” Bruce’s eyes seemed to captivate Tom. All he could do was listen to the other man. Tom couldn’t think about anything else as Bruce’s face drew closer and closer to his. He could feel the distance between their lips closing. Something was caught in his throat as everything else in the room seemed to disappear around him. 

Then he felt the big hands grab at his sides and start tickling him. Tom’s sensitive skin reacted greatly to the light but forceful touches of Bruce’s hands. He squirmed and tried to fight back at the urge to just keep laughing over and over and again but was rapidly losing his will. “Stop… Stop it…” he laughed as his body squirmed at the sensation. 

Every muscle in his body seemed to spasm and contract as Bruce played with him. “Oh? You want me to stop? Are you going to calm down?” he continued to grab at different ticklish points and force Tom into submission even more. 

“I will! I will!” Tom banged his hand on the box, declaring defeat. Several heavy breaths followed by a, ‘Wooo.’ 

“Better?” Bruce asked.

“Much,” James answered. He’d apparently been taking a few pictures as Bruce wrestled with Tom. 

Tom felt his breathing was still a bit haggard but was coming around to a more relaxed state. His head rested against Bruce’s chest and a soft but more genuine smile filled his face. “That’s perfect,” James said as he started snapping more photos. But to Tom, he was starting to actually feel comfortable around the big brute. Ever since he’d met Bruce, they’d been at odds. That tickling fit would have been far more aggressive and unrelenting. But right now it felt good.

He could feel his dick semi hard in his jeans and a sense of comfort as Bruce’s strong arm was wrapped around him. Slowly Tom was starting to come around to this weird reality.

The cameraman dropped the camera from his face. “Alright. I think that’s enough of the handsome couple. We’ll take fifteen, maybe twenty minute break and Bruce you’ll change into your pads and we’ll do some work out ones after that. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Bruce said. “C’mon,” he ordered Tom and the smaller man followed almost on instinct. 

They passed Deb who was giving them a bit of a glare but her eyes didn’t drift too much past her phone. Tom could still feel as though they were being watched as he followed Bruce into the changing room.

“So, how ya feelin?” Bruce asked as he stripped his shirt off. His thick meaty chest and abs were on full view. Even if he didn’t have a cut 30 inch waist, the six mounds of muscle could still be seen through his bit of belly fat. And even the dark brown hair that was peppered over his front only gave him more of amasculine vibe.

“Go-good,” Tom tried his best to make it sound natural but the word got caught in his throat. A mixture of discomfort and arousal was filling his body as he watched the pro football player strip in front of him. Seeing more and more of his nude body exposed was more tempting than he would have thought it should have been. He’d seen plenty of photos online but being in such a large man’s presence was different.

“Figured,” Bruce laughed. “You like being my husband?” Tom’s body froze for a second. Everything went stiff. “Thought so… Honestly anyone woulda been lucky ta have me before all this but now you get the prime deal.” He flexed his arm and Tom’s eyes went wide.

“Wait… What are you talking about?” Tom suddenly felt his discomfort start to come back. His foot took a step back towards the door. Was this a new Bruce or the old one?

“Oh right. You don’t know the spell. But you know everything’s different, right?” Bruce turned his attention to his gym bag and started messing around with it. “See, I know I was a pretty big dick back in high school. I know that. But there was no way in hell I wuz gonna let that bastard Vince get the better of me. So I needed another way ta do it. So I’d met this girl and she says she’s a witch. Has this way to make it so I’m the best on the field. Just have to give some shit up first.”

Tom took another step back towards the door, as Bruce kept monologuing. A sweet smell was starting to fill the air. 

“So,” Bruce continued, “I go an give up a few things like some money, some trophies, and some friends I didn’t really care, and my smarts. And I can feel it. Like the next fucking day! I can see my weight going up. Same with my skill. Guys that were close to my strength now felt like nothing. But that wasn’t good enough. Jackasses like Vince were still taking all the glory. So I needed to give up something else. Then I’d remembered she’d said the more important the thing and more specific it was, meant I’d get even more of a reward fer givin it up. And then I’d seen your scrawny ass on campus.”

“Uh-huh…” Tom’s hand was on the doorknob.

“I’d remembered how much fun it was torturing yer scrawny faggot ass. How much I loved hearing you whine about how mean I was. How you’d go to the teacher and cry that I was a ‘bully.’ And then I thought, ‘What if I gave that all up?’ What if I pledged to do the opposite?” Bruce turned around with his hard dick exposed, dripping with lube. His large cock pointed straight at Tom.

All at once Tom’s body reacted. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw the member pointing at him. His eyes went wide as words and thoughts escaped him. “But… But… What are you doing?”

“Making you happy,” Bruce answered.

“Yo-you don’t have to do this…” Tom twisted the doorknob.

Bruce flicked a grin. “Trust me, I wouldn’t. ”

“Seriously! This isn’t what I want,” Tom lied. He could feel his dick starting to get a little hard at the sight he was looking at. The massive mound of muscle was slowly moving closer to him. His hand jiggled that handle but couldn’t quite get the door open.

“But it is… See, I can’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Part of the spell an all… And if it means I’ll be the best on the field, then I’ll fuck your ass any day of the week.” 

His large hand pressed against the door as his body lowered to his eye level. Silence hung in the air as their eyes were locked onto each other. The confidence and strength in Bruce’s eyes captivated Tom. The slow but controlled movement towards his lips was mesmerizing. And then he felt it. The other man’s tongue was inside his mouth and he was keeping up. His dick throbbed and begged for more attention as he felt his logical mind give into his emotions. 

Then it was over. “This’ll be even easier than I thought,” Bruce grinned as he pulled back.

Tom felt his body reach for Bruce’s mouth. He slowly came out of the dreamlike state. “But… But why?” he felt the rational barely start to take over again.

“Cause fuck ‘em. That’s why,” Bruce’s cock bounced at the phrase. A mean grin filled his face. “You’d like that wouldn’t you. You’d like to see me tear guys like Vince down and fuck their tight jock asses.” Tom tried not to smile as the thought was implanted into his head. He couldn’t hide his pleasure for long. “Yeah? But what if I think yer better?”

At some point Tom’s pants had fallen around his ankles. He barely even registered that his body had been turned around and face shoved against the door he had been holding onto for escape. But feeling Bruce’s strong hands hold him against the door as he felt the massive cock push against his hole, had made that escape seem like a terrible idea.

“So much better,” Bruce growled in his ear. The hot breath bounced off his face. It was followed by kisses to the side of his face and down his neck. A bit more pressure was applied to his ass, causing him to groan loudly. “Quiet!” Bruce hissed. “Don’t want anyone else to know what we’re doing, now do we?”

It took everything Tom had to keep himself from making too much noise. His heart was racing as he felt more and more of his insides invaded by the massive cock. It filled him completely. His ass clenched at the intruded but it only seemed to make Bruce throb with more excitement. The deep rumbling growls and grunts of pleasure did the same to Tom.

“That’s it you little dork. Take my fucking cock,” Bruce said. He started thrusting faster, trying to get himself off. Tom’s small body somehow kept up as the lube made the experience far easier. Each time Bruce’s cock hit his colon, he choked back another moan. His cock was bounding with joy. And then he finished. Tom’s body reacted to the sensation, giving Bruce even more of a ride. “Guess I’m too sexy for you, ain’t I?” 

It wasn’t long after that Bruce finished as well. He could feel his body coming back down from the high and went to get a towel to clean himself off. 

“So…” Tom started off. His voice trailed as he watched Bruce start to put on the football pads and pants. Somehow he looked even bigger. “So this is our life now?”

“Uh-huh,” Bruce grunted.

“And you’re okay with this?”

“Uh-huh.”

“No regrets?” 

Bruce cocked a smile as he looked up from lacing his cleats. “Listen. I know it’s still a bit hard to understand but I’m going to be the best. I’m going to be remembered as one of the greatest. If all I have to do is fuck some little dork that apparently had a crush on me, then I don’t see a problem with it. Honestly? With what I’m going to be, I’d probably let you fuck me.” 

“And what if I did?” Tom asked.

“Do you?” Bruce asked. He closed the distance between them again. His size and power, overwhelming. Tom could feel his dick get ready for a round two. “I feel that’s as likely as you letting me fuck Deb.”

Tom tried to act confident as Bruce went to the door. “And what if I did?”

“Well, I’d let you watch,” he smirked. “Now go clean yerself up. I ain’t married to some trash. Got it?”

Tom stood there for a few seconds before pulling up his pants. He rushed to the bathroom and realized what he’d just done. This was so out of the norm for him. Never in his life had he thought something like this would happen, but as he sat on the toilet he couldn’t help but think about how much he enjoyed it. The feeling of Bruce’s strong body holding him against the door, while they could have been caught at any moment rushed through his mind. 

“Dang it…” he muttered as he felt the hardening in his cock again. The feeling lasted a bit longer and he finished and left the bathroom. 

Bruce was busy with James taking different pictures of him working out. Tom couldn’t help but stare and enjoy the view.

“Quite the husband you have there,” Deb said. “He’s going to be a star.”

“Yeah I think so,” Tom said. “He had to give up a lot to get here…”