Turning Chase (into a Joc Slut)

Chapter 3

Chase had his face buried deep in a forest of dense black pubes. He was on his hands and knees hungrily sucking on a thick penis when he felt the collar around his neck constrict as the man fucking him from behind yanked his leash. "Good little boy bitch can't get enough cock, can he?"

Pulled off the cock he was sucking, Chase turned around to look at the handsome, blonde adonis fucking him while holding his leash. The man had a full, dark blonde beard and a face and body almost like Chris Pratt. He spat on Chase's jaw, slapped his ass hard, and ordered, "Turn your face back around, you slut dog." As Chase turned around, the dark-haired man whom he'd been sucking off uncapped a black Crayola marker and wrote on Chase's forehead the word, "SLUT".

Chase was in the dimly-lit Sig Ep basement, doing his level best to pleasure five or six bros. Brad was sitting in the corner slowly rubbing his cock and holding a red solo cup. Two of the guys were filming on their phones - they were shirtless but had the Sig Ep symbols painted on their torsos. The words "FUCK TOY" jiggled about on each of Chase's round, bouncy ass cheeks and the words "PROPERTY OF ΣΦΕ" stretched across over his sweat-shined pecs.

Chase was fuck drunk. "Cock please, please...more cock, I want your suck cock dude..." Chase couldn't control the words coming out of his mouth. The man dick-slapped his face a couple more times before stuffing it back into the muscular 18-year-old's stretched mouth. He grabbed the helpless boy's head and pushed it down till Chase gagged and pulled himself off the cock. The man laughed, "This what you wanted, bitch? Get used like a lil doggy slut?"

"Bro, let's switch it up." The two men spitroasting Chase swapped places. The blonde stood by Chase's face and yanked the leash again. "Come on, bitch, clean your ass off my cock." Chase obliged, feeling dirtier than ever before, liking up and down a cock that had just been up his own ass chute. His face turned rosy red and he felt his skin get hot from shame, even as his cock throbbed. The man then dropped Chase's leash and grabbed him by the hair and forced open his jaw. "Alright, tell you what. I'm gonna piss down your throat and you're gonna swallow, okay?"

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Suddenly, Chase awoke to two hands shaking him by the shoulders. "Bro, you okay?" It was Brad. Chase, with his heart still pounding hard, looked around the room. It was his own bedroom, not the SigEp basement. He reached down to check his boxers - mostly dry but for a wet pre-cum stain. Looks like Brad woke him before he had another crazy wet dream. Chase groaned, then said, "Yeah man, I've just been having crazy dreams lately. What time is it?"

"Sounds like it. You were rolling around and panting like a little dog. It's almost 8 o'clock, bro, I was gonna wake you to see if you wanted to grab a bagel and go run some errands with me today."

"Uh, yeah, sure. I'll meet you downstairs. Just need to spend a few minutes getting myself together and cleaning up first."

"Take your time, bro. You look kinda fucked up right now. You're sweating and breathing like you were dreaming about getting gangbanged by demons or something." Brad then did something uncharacteristic - he brushed Chase's cute brown bangs out of his little bro's blue eyes and then planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Brad usually never kissed Chase, and if he did he always it in an obnoxious manner, like an overly wet sloppy smooch on the lips or blowing a raspberry on his cheek. Chase was too groggy and confused about his dream to care though. He said, "Thanks dude, see you in a bit."

Sitting in the passenger side of his and Brad's shared truck, Chase pensively sipped on his low-fat mango smoothie from Panera, scarcely paying attention to Brad's ramblings about the agenda for the day. He was thinking about his increasingly disturbing dreams from the past week. They were sooo fucked up. 'All this weird-ass kinky shit is messing me up,' he thought to himself, 'how do I make it stop?' Chase scratched his crotch subconciously, 'I'll probably get back to normal once Sara returns, she'll be back in a hot minute."

"All right, we're almost up at Goodwill. When we get there, mind doing me a solid and dropping off the bags for me while I wait in truck?" Brad glanced expectantly at Chase, who was staring out the window; his hands were in his pants and Brad noticed the clear outline of a hardon. "Broooo, you with me?" Chase snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his hands off his crotch, "Oh yeah, yeah no prob."

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By around 11am, the two jock brothers were strolling through the shopping mall, catching furtive glances and lingering gazes from strangers as usual. Chase was wearing grey sweatpants, a light blue cutoff tank with his school's wrestling team marked on the front, and a pair of classic Air Jordans. The outfit highlighted some of his best features: the round bubble butt, filled-out shoulders, and toned, lightly-tanned arms. He topped it out with a backwards John Deere trucker hat and silver cross necklace.

By contrast, Brad sported a preppy look. His wavey dark brown hair was pushed up and back with matte styling cream, further accentuating his lively deep-set eyes and pearl-white smile. He wore a pair of navy Under Armour golf pants and an unbuttoned emerald green polo shirt with a pair of Ray Bans hanging off the collar. Thick tufts of tangly chest hair showed through the crisp green polo collar, the contrast evoking an image of untamed black forest poking around the edge of a manicured golf course. A basic pair of boat shoes set off the look, while a gold Seiko watch wrapped around Brad's thick wrists. Brad's arms were bulkier and veinier than Chase's, and at 6'4", he towered over his younger stepbrother (and almost everyone else at the mall).

"Well here we are." Brad stopped in front of the Victoria's Secret entrance. He firmly patted his younger bro's perky butt, then playfully stole the John Deere cap off Chase's head and put it backwards on himself.

On the drive there, Brad explained to Chase that he wanted to amass a new harem of girls to fuck around with over the summer. His classic move was to take them on a date and then gift them a box of sexy lingerie - given Brad's overwhelming masculine allure, the girls would usually wear the lingerie on the next date, or better yet, sometimes invite Brad to help them put it on (only to rip it off again shortly after). "I wanna show you the ropes this summer, lil bro."

Ever since Sara started dangling the prospect of giving him a blowjob, Chase had been going crazy with lust at the prospect of one day fucking his girlfriend, popping her cherry. Chase idolized his big bro and knew he was the number one ladies man he'd ever known, so he was eager to hear out his stepbrother's advice. Maybe by the end of summer, Brad really could help him lose his virginity.

Brad was always befuddled by how Sara managed to keep Chase mostly blue-balled after two years of dating. "A stud like you should have her slobbering over your cock and begging to get railed on the daily. You're just so sweet and polite - girls like men who can get naughty with them, you know what I mean?" In addition to buying some panties for his own girls, Brad was going to help Chase pick out a pair for Sara. "And I already know you both like this shit - you little love birds been dropping your panties all over the house," Brad teased, referencing that pink thong they had accidentally left in Brad's room. Chase felt blood rush through his face again, "Fuck you man, let's hurry up and get in and out already. People here are probably thinking we're some pervs." Brad grinned as they walked through the sliding doors, "Are they wrong?"

As Brad led the way through the store, the brothers noticed a 20-something busty brunette ogling them. The second time Brad caught her staring, he made eye contact, then calmly moved his eyes up and down her body twice and winked. The blatant eye-fuck made the woman blush and swoon a little. She smiled shyly and said, "I'm Ashley by the way. Let me know if you need any help today." Brad smiled back and responded, "Thank, will do, we're okay for now" as he casually walked by and continued perusing the store.

A few moments later, Brad had picked out a few items: a light pink lace bikini set, a nude-tan panty with a solid front-side and translucent lace for the ass-covering side, a tiffany-blue bustier set, and finally, a classic white thong allegedly for Chase to gift Sara. The entire time, Chase felt slightly uncomfortable at being seen in a Victoria's Secret with another man. He looked over at the checkout counter and asked, "We all set, now? Let's go."

Brad replied, "Hold up, buddy, the lingerie itself is only half the puzzle. It's the way you put the moves on the chick that seal the deal. We got one last piece of business. I gotta see how this shit looks on an actual person." Chase felt his semi-erect cock go full mast. Was Brad gonna put the lingerie on himself? Brad lightly tail snapped Chase using the bustier and pulled him towards the unmanned changing stalls. "Come on bro, follow my lead."

Brad pulled Chase into the last stall with him. "So when Sara gets back, I want you to take her here." He pulled out the two-piece bikini set. "I want you to pick out something like this with her and get her to ask you to put it on for her. But you got to be smooth about it. But first, here, strip bro, I wanna see what this looks like on actual flesh." Chase stammered, "wh-what??" He thought Brad would just try it on himself!

"Bro get over yourself. We're both men. We walk around each other naked all the time. Don't pretend like I haven't seen your little six-inch cock before." Chase protested, "Bro, you should just put on yourself, you prick." Brad suddenly pulled his polo shirt off, exposing his ripped torso with dense hair matting his rugged pecs, but trimmed in the lower torso to show off his six-pack abs. He raised an eyebrow at his brother, "Great idea, Einstein, I'm really gonna get a feel for how this bra looks on a chick's tits put throwing it over my hairy fucking barrel chest."

Chase was bewildered by the whole situation but undeniably turned on by Brad's confident, masculine energy; and also, for some strange reason, by the prospect of putting lingerie on his own body. Chase turned around and slipped off his Jordans. In one fell swoop, he felt Brad's hand grip his sweatpants waistband and pants him. Chase quickly put a hand over his stiffy.

Brad rolled his eyes, "Dude, quit being such a faggot. We're men. Of course we're gonna get hard around women's panties in a Victoria's Secret." Normally, this ironic logic would make no sense, but right now Chase could hardly think straight, his 18-year-old head was clouded by a flood of powerful teen hormones. This all felt so strangely erotic. The jock had always loved all sorts of sexy lingerie and negligie on women, but never once considered putting some on himself. With one arm, he pulled off his cutoff tank. Brad threw him the panty bottoms and by now Chase was aroused enough that didn't think twice about slipping them on.

Brad grabbed Chase by the back of the head and titled it 90 degrees towards the back mirror. Chase stared at the side profile of his plump, smooth ass cheeks. They were paler than the rest of his body but now covered by the intricate lace pattern of the pink panties. His cock stood straight up and the tip protruded past the fabric and leaked precum over his light treasure trail. He heard Brad whisper into his ear, "Fuckkk if only we weren't in a store right now...I'd smack that ass hard and get those cheeks bright right." Chase, dazed and distracted by his own alluring in the mirror, thought to himself, 'Honestly, I'd do the same to myself. Fuckk my ass is sexy.'

Brad gave the bubble butt a couple of firm squeezes, then looped the lace bra around Chase's smooth chest. Brad turned the teen jock around to look at himself in frontal profile. The bra fit was a bit off, and Chase felt it dampened the sexiness of the panties. He was just not that into men in bras. But Brad was undeterred, he used one hand to fondle his stepbros plump, hairless chest and the other to squeeze on his ass globes. "You got some nice tits too, girl. Come on, let's get outta here."

Ashley, the store associate from earlier, checked them out at the front counter. When she got to the lace bikini set, she noticed a small stain at the top of the bikini bottom. "Oh no! I'm so sorry about that! Let's get you gentlemen another pair." Brad interjected, "Nah you're good, we'll keep this pair." He put his arm around Chase, "My girl Chase here got a bit excited and she probably leaked a bit in the changing room. Sorry about that." The same mortified expression spread over Chase and Ashley's faces. Brad laughed loudly, in his deep, masculine timbre.

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Early in the afternoon, the boys were holed up in Chase's room. Sheryl was out at a women's leadership circle meeting and told the boys she would be getting her hair done afterward. Chase stood nude with one arm up, his hand resting on the back of his head. For the first time since he was twelve or so, Chase's armpits were smooth and hairless.

After the Victoria's Secret trip, Brad convinced Chase to shave off most of his body hair. Chase was slightly reluctant to do so, as he was generally turned on by the aesthetics men's pit hair, including his own. He remembered the excited feeling of ensuing manhood when he first started growing body hair; while he shaved his pits, it felt like he was becoming more of a boy again and less of a man. But Brad convinced him this was a good time for Chase to shave his body down to further emphasize his toned physique, so he could snap some nudes to send to Sara while she was on holiday. After getting over his new smooth armpits, Chase had no problem shaving down his legs, and even realized he actually liked having a smooth butt crack.

"One, two, three." The phone camera in Brad's hand clicked. "Alright, we got some good ones today, Mr. GQ," the college jock said as he passed Chase's phone back to him, "Sara is gonna wet her panties when you send her some of these." Posing nude in front of his stepbrother was one of the most erotic experiences of Chase's life. He was rock hard the entire time and precum dripped down his still-rigid cock and over his smooth lower abdomen. "K, lil bro, time to return the favor."

As Brad stripped down, Chase felt a familiar pang of envy, at the older stud's beefier, hairier body. Chase had expected Brad to join him in shaving down for the nude photoshoot, but Brad had said, "Naw, bro, college girls like the natural look of a real man." Asshole. But nobody could deny that body hair looked good on Brad. Beautiful dark hair lined his pits and chest. Brad kept his abs trimmed, except for a thin treasure trail that expanded into a dense forest of pubes that suggested a raw sexual energy. A lighter coating of hair traveled from his ass down to those thick tree-trunk legs.

Chase slid his grey sweatpants on in a useless attempt to cover up his hard-on and Brad lazily belly-flopped down onto Chase's mattress. "Let's get started." Chase asked, "Want me to use your phone bro?" Brad replied, "Naw, yours is better. I'm still on the old iPhone 13 or some shit. Make sure to get a flattering angle of my cakes okay? I wanna get a girl to toss my salad this summer." After a few snaps, Brad rolled over, showing off his straight cock which had already risen to, or near, his full 9 inches. Chase snapped a photo of his stepbro laying down casually with his dick hanging out. Brad, shook his head, "Naw, naw, naw. This won't do." Chase gave a quizzical look. "Dude, my cock ain't even hard right now, you want chicks thinking I'm gonna fuck them with a limp chode?" To Chase, the football jock's cock already looked hard - it was already well bigger and thicker than his own average-sized penis. But, whatever, he would take Brad's word for it. Brad gave a nod of the head, "Come on, help a brother out. Just like old times," he urged, referencing their past mutual jerk-off sessions.

Chase felt so deeply attracted to his stepbrother in the moment, even moreso than usual. By this point, Chase detected that Brad was pulling the moves on him. He'd known that Brad occasionally had sex with men and suspected that Brad was coming on to him. Logically, it should have felt wrong - they were stepbrothers, and Chase was in a committed relationship with a girl. But at 18 years of age, and being seduced by the sexiest college jocks in Texas, the sheer amount of testosterone coursing through his veins clouded any sense of logic and judgment. Chase crawled onto the bed and put his hand over Brad's cock. It was definitely hard, but still soft enough to rest on the stud's washboard abs.

As Chase lightly caressed his stepbrother's cock, he heard a couple loud sniffs. "Bro, shit totally I forgot to wear deodorant today. Yo, you think I should go put some on real quick? I showered this morning, but I dunno...here, take a wiff." Brad grabbed Chase by his hair and gently but firmly guided him up to his hairy pit, smashing the teen's cherubic face deep into the dense forest of black hair. The bisexual teen had always been attracted to masculinity and the familiar scent of his stepbrother drove him absolutely insane. There was the faintest scent of minty soap, but it was overwhelmed by the alpha jock's natural manly musk. Chase's cock twitched and dripped a glob of precum onto Brad's taut abs. Taking in another deep breath, Chase was reminded of how his own armpit was now hairless like a fucking prepubescent boy. The sense of humiliation and submission to a real man overwhelmed him - another glob of precum landed on Brad.

Brad grabbed his little bro by the throat and threw him over to the side of the bed. "Dude, did you just fucking jizz on me?...huh, that's only precum? Damn, didn't know you were such a freakin dirty slut." Brad cocked his head to the side as if in thought. "Sooo, you better make this up to me...come clean up your mess...nuh uh, come back here, come lick it up like a good doggy." Chase obediently crawled back to his master and lapped at his precum puddle. He felt so eager to please his lifelong idol, so honored to be allowed to lick and worship that perfect muscular body.

"Good girl... thadda girl, yeah lick it nice and clean...mmm yeah, wait you're not done yet. Lick my cock, bitch." Chase was in bitch heaven. He greedily rolled his tongue around the crown of the cock, which was now so hard it naturally protruded up away from Brad's abs. Then he dragged his tongue down the shaft all the way past his stepbro's large balls, then licked and kissed his way back up to French kiss the mushroom head. Suddenly, without warning, Chase took the entire shaft into his mouth. "Fuckkkkk," Brad moaned, "Didn't give you permission to do that you greedy fag...oh fuckkk that feels good...ugh gonna have to punish you later you naughty girl..."

Chase was so horned up at that point, he couldn't care less. He desperately devoured that cock like his life depended on it. Though Chase lacked experience in the blowjob department, he had hours of practice giving head to Sara. Some skills transferred over, like how to perfect the rhythm of the tongue, how to expertly apply different levels of pressure and suction, as well as how to vary your patterns and technique throughout the course of giving head. Brad, pleasantly surprised at how superior this second bj was to Chase's first drunken attempt, felt his eyes roll back as he gripped the sheets and let out deep moans of pleasure. Overcome with pleasure and desire, he began to hump Chase's mouth with increasing vigor.

One skill that Chase couldn't learn from cunnilingus was how to relax the throat. After a particularly rough thrust, he began gagging and pulled himself up off Brad's cock. He looked up into Brad's deep-set eyes. Chase looked like a mess, his short brown hair all tousled, a line of saliva running from his red puffy lips. Brad ran a hand across his own chiseled jaw, caressing the dark heavy stubble, "Stay right there, I'm not done with you yet." He reached over into a drawstring bag sitting on the nightstand and pulled out some numbing lube. Propping himself up on his knees, Brad held Chase by the hair again and slapped the submissive boy's face hard with his turgid cock. He then ground the boy's face into his crotch and ordered him to choke on that dick.