Disclaimer: This is all fiction, based on my own imagination. They have no relation to the real world. Any similarities of real people or places are purely coincidental. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Keegan Richards was one of the fastest swimmers at Montel College. He was not the largest of his team-mates nor was he the tallest at five foot six, but he didn't mind. He was doe-eyed with light brown ruffled hair and while he seemed shy from afar, he was very well-liked by pretty much everyone he encountered.
However, this lean and shy swimmer was also known amongst his peers as an enthusiastic bottom. That's right; the guy was a gay bottom. He wasn't even a closet-case. Nope, the man was out and about, known to most as having one of the hottest pieces of ass on campus. And seeing the guy in a Speedo definitely confirmed why that was completely true. He even competed against the woman in that category.
Keegan didn't really consider himself a slut, just perhaps as an overly active spirit. The guy truly did have a lot of energy to spare even after his trainings. He'd even given some of his team-mates blowjobs without there ever being any negative consequences to it, only positive ones. After all, there were just some things that their girlfriends just wouldn't do and Keegan was always happy to lend a helping hand, or mouth. So obviously you just couldn't not like the guy; he was such a people-pleaser, in more ways than one. Then again, if you were a sadistically violent, hates-everybody, closet-case, quarterback like the notorious Jason Malloy, then a guy like Keegan would be his epicenter of rage, jealousy and even more rage.
***
Jason Malloy a guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes that were so dark they were often mistaken for being black. He was a big man, fit for his position as a quarterback and he was feared throughout the entire campus. He had a rumor for being violent with his girlfriends and had even gotten himself thrown in jail for it; if it hadn't been for the fact that he was destined to lead his team to the championship he'd probably still be there. The Montel Crows football-team was the pride and joy of the academy. Even if the swim team had gained much more attention after Keegan started breaking records, the footballers were still prime members in the social hierarchy and a championship would definitely be well accepted by the administration.
One of the things that Jason despised the most about Keegan was the fact that he was out, a publicly known gay and was still accepted by society. Another thing Jason hated about him was the fact that even by the mere sight of Keegan, he would get hard every damn time. And every time this happened it only fueled Jason's hatred and almost every time some random girl ended up as his victim to suffer for it. Usually he would seduce them then go rough on them after; by doing so they couldn't claim rape since they'd been willing. Although sometimes he'd attacked and raped some poor female student, usually someone with light brown hair or dark-blond ones with those light brown doe-eyes, while he was wearing a ski-mask and a rubber.
As these things were escalating, there were certain rumors about the attacks leading up to something big. Like dinner before a show and in truth they were right. Jason Malloy had bad intentions, as always, and was gunning for his optimal prize; the ass of the luscious swimmer Keegan Richards.
Jason was literally getting sicker by the day fucking women. Jason was gay through and through and he fucking hated it. He would always fuck his woman from behind, so not to have to observe their obscene breasts and he often gagged them so not to have to listen to their whining, so he could pretend it was Keegan he'd mounted in peace. But it was never good enough, imagining Keegan would get him off, but it wouldn't satisfy him. No, Jason needed the real thing.
He simply couldn't take it anymore, he needed the Keegan he'd imagined to be real and he would have it one way or another. Not that Richards could put up much resistance against the six foot four giant that Jason was. Plus, he already had training in how to tackle somebody.
***
While Keegan didn't consider himself a slut, he did have more than one well-equipped boyfriend to help him with his excess energy. After all, there was a reason why he was a categorized notorious bottom. Still, they all loved him and had no problem sharing this wonderful little creature with others.
It was about seven in the evening and Keegan was heading back to the dorms after a little get-together with Link. Or rather, a not-so-little get-together. Link, a blond, green-eyed, six foot two beauty, was captain of the soccer-team and one of Keegan's personal favorites. If he were ever to have a real boyfriend it would be Link. He was smart, a natural born leader and a total hottie, with a grand dick to match. Even when Link came inside of him, he'd stay hard and keep on pounding till Keegan could barely stand. Then they'd nuzzle together for a little post-fuck nap.
It always sucked to have to return back to the dorm to study, but there was no way he could ever study in the presence of the vigorous soccer-hunk. Especially since his ass kept twitching whenever he was around him.
Keegan didn't even notice the hooded guy following him, didn't even realize he was there until the blow to the head sent him to the ground. He was barely conscious as he got dragged off by the ankles. Where they were headed he didn't know, but he didn't appreciate being hauled off like this. Whoever this guy was, he had definitely neither manners nor insights in how to woo a guy. That was the last thing that went through Keegan's mind before things went black.
***
He'd done it, he'd finally done it. Keegan was in Jason's possession and Jason was gonna make him his whether the bottom liked it or not. He easily lifted the unconscious Keegan up into his arms and headed off towards the bleachers for privacy.
Hidden under the bleachers, Jason didn't waste any time and quickly began to undress his unconscious prey.
Jason watched him as Keegan only had a pair of silk blue boxers on, he was truly a marvelous creature, he was lean and beautiful and it pissed Jason off. He threw off his own shirt and began unbuckling his belt as Keegan started to come too. Jason froze as those beautiful doe-eyes opened and locked with his dark ones.
***
"Hey Jace; whatcha doing?" Keegan sat up feeling slightly woozy, but better now after his little nap. Hm, so Jason was the guy who'd slugged him down like a cave-man. How fitting for his personality.
How could he be so calm about this? Had the assault caused a head trauma or something? And why the hell did he call him Jace? They'd never even talked together before. Jason left his buckle be and headed off to stand in front of him, before commanding "Turn around and get on your hands and knees, NOW!"
Keegan checked out the guy trying to order him around and chuckled.
"What the fuck you laughing at faggot?" Jason threw back his foot and slammed it straight across Keegan's face. The eyes that turned to look at him after that, made him feel rather uneasy and he actually found himself regretting what he'd just done. The kicking, not the kidnapping... after all, this was still his prey.
"Sorry Jace, but if you're gonna fuck me, I'd very much like to see what you're gonna feed me with. After all, I don't bend over for just anything," Keegan smiled despite having a split lip which he seemed to ignore. "Come on, won't you be a good boy and take of your pants for me, pretty please."
What the fuck was going on? Was that guy pouting? I'd just kicked him... his lip was bleeding. And those eyes... what was wrong with his eyes?
"Turn the FUCK around and get on your FUCKING hands a..." Jason's orders were cut short as Keegan suddenly sprang up and slammed into Jason, throwing him to the ground and straddling him.
"Now now, Jace. I do believe I asked nicely, I even said please," Keegan was holding him down, pulling his arms over his head and keeping them there with his left hand while attacking his pants with his right.
HOLY SHIT! Keegan was strong, despite being so much smaller than him and looking so fragile; Keegan had absolutely no problems pinning Jason down whatsoever. His pants were quickly discarded and thrown away and his boxer was nearly shredded by the nails of a surprisingly aggressive and dominant Keegan.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" Even if this wasn't going the way he planned he couldn't help being incredibly aroused by the turn of events and his cock was harder than it had ever been before, hard as rock or maybe even steel.
Just as Jason was expecting Keegan to do something crazy like starting to either ride him or jack him off, Keegan stopped completely with a frown and a not so approving look on his face.
"What? Why are you stopping?" The excitement of it all had really gotten to Jason, his voice rough with excitement, but he really didn't like the look on Keegan's face, it was somehow freighting to him.
***
Keegan was looking down at Jason's rock hard cock. It was really hard and also a bit thick, but not really much to look at. It was only about four and a half inches and that was when the guy was really hard and everything. Hell, Link had to be twice his size, hell, maybe even more. This little game was so not going his way.
"That's what you were going to give me. What you were going to take me with. Oh, Jason, that's... just pathetic. I mean, have you even seen the guys I'm with? I chose them for a reason you know and this is what you give me?" his voice was cold and condescending; it was all but dripping acid onto the poor miniature that was Jason Malloy.
