Kota's grip tightened in Ollie's short black hair, the strands damp with nervous sweat and curling between his fingers like silk threads ready to snap.
The changing stall felt smaller than it had any right to be, the air thick and humid with the faint smell of old gym socks, cleaning spray, and the sharp, musky tang of pre-cum already leaking from Kota's heavy cock.
Ollie had pulled off mid-blowjob with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his glossy lips to the swollen head, and now he was whining up at Kota with those wide, needy eyes, voice breathy and pathetic.
"I'm not getting hard… I need some abuse to get off, please… just a little…"
Kota's irritation flared hot and sharp, the leftover dominance from yesterday still simmering under his skin like a live wire.
"Keep sucking," he growled, voice low and commanding, the words rumbling out before he could soften them.
Ollie's grin turned wicked, lips still shiny and parted as he looked up with pure challenge sparkling in his gaze. "Make me."
The words hit like a spark on gasoline. Kota realized in that split second—ohhhhhh, the little shit was rage-baiting him on purpose, pushing every button to get exactly what he craved. Fine. Let's give him what he wants.
Kota's hand fisted tighter in that short black hair, yanking Ollie's head forward with zero mercy. He shoved his cock straight down the boy's throat in one brutal motion—gluck—burying every thick, veiny inch to the base until his heavy balls pressed flush against Ollie's chin.
Ollie gagged hard, throat convulsing around the impossible girth, eyes watering instantly as the new length and thickness stretched him wider than anything he'd ever taken.
But he didn't pull away. His hands flew up to grip Kota's hips, nails digging in as he forced himself even deeper, somehow swallowing the entire new monster down until his nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base. Gluck-gluck-gluck—the wet, choking sounds filled the cramped stall, obscene and rhythmic, Ollie's throat milking desperately around every pulsing inch while tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.
Kota's breath hitched, the heat and tightness almost too much.
Ollie was the first one, the very first, to take the entire new length without tapping out, his throat fluttering and rippling like it was made for this, gagging and moaning around the massive shaft while his body trembled with effort.
Kota held him there for a long, brutal second, hips twitching as the wet heat squeezed him mercilessly, before he finally pulled Ollie off with a filthy, spit-soaked pop.
Ollie gasped for breath, chest heaving, strings of thick saliva dangling from his swollen lips to the glistening head of Kota's cock, but his eyes were glassy with pure bliss.
Kota's expression softened for half a heartbeat, concern flickering through the dominance. "You okay? That was—"
Ollie cut him off with a shaky, desperate laugh, voice hoarse from the throat-fucking. "Why the fuck are you checking on me? I need more abuse, give it to me, you big-dicked asshole."
Before Kota could say another word, Ollie dove back down, taking him even deeper this time, gluuuuck, the wet, choking sound louder as he forced the entire length down his throat again, nose pressed tight against Kota's pelvis. Between ragged breaths he pulled off just enough to explain, voice wrecked and filthy.
"I'm not a wimp… I purposely make myself targetable so strong men abuse me… but now I don't have to settle for two pathetic inches… now I can take this big fucking cock—gluck—every inch—gluck-gluck—fuck, it's stretching my throat so good—"
He sucked harder, faster, head bobbing with sloppy, desperate enthusiasm while his hands gripped Kota's hips like anchors. Kota felt the difference immediately—his stamina had skyrocketed, the new size making it way harder to cum, the pressure building slow and heavy like a storm gathering force. He thrust shallowly into Ollie's eager mouth, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds bouncing off the stall walls as Ollie gagged and moaned around him, tears flowing freely but his eyes shining with pure, filthy joy. Kota's balls drew up tighter, the load building deeper and thicker than ever, the sheer volume already threatening to be ridiculous again.
Right as the pressure crested, right as Kota felt the first heavy pulse ready to erupt, the stall door suddenly swung open with a loud creak.
One of the other seniors walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, looking for a private spot to change. His eyes landed on the scene, Kota's massive cock buried to the hilt in Ollie's stretched throat, Ollie's face a mess of tears, spit, and pre-cum—and he screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
Kota startled hard, hand still fisted in Ollie's hair, instinctively yanking back to pull out. But the motion was too rough, too sudden; instead of freeing him, it lodged Ollie even tighter on his cock, the boy's throat convulsing silently around the thick shaft as he choked without a sound, eyes bulging wide. The entire changing room had frozen, every senior staring through the open stall door, mouths hanging open at the obscene sight. Mutters rippled through the crowd.
"Is that real?"
"Holy shit, look at the size of that thing"
while Ollie remained stuck, throat fluttering desperately around Kota's pulsing length, silent gags vibrating through the meat as his face turned a deeper shade of red.
Kota realized too late he was holding on too tight. He loosened his grip with a curse, and Ollie finally pulled off with a wet, gasping pop, flopping sideways onto the bench beside him, coughing and moaning, a fresh wet spot blooming dark across the front of his gym shorts where he had cum untouched from the rough treatment.
The changing room audibly gasped in unison, the mutters growing louder,
"Is that real?"
"Holy shit, no way that's natural",
eyes wide as they stared at Kota's still-throbbing monster cock, glistening with spit and pre-cum, the sheer size on full display for everyone to see.
Before the embarrassment could swallow Kota whole, before the whispers could turn into outright chaos, a firm knock sounded on the main changing room door. Otis's calm, warm voice cut through the tension like a lifeline. "Alright, everyone! Time to get your exercise in. Let's move it out to the floor—nice and easy today, remember?"
The seniors scattered instantly, towels and clothes rustling as they hurried out, the spell broken by their teacher's gentle authority. Kota yanked his shorts up fast, heart still racing, while Ollie stayed slumped on the bench, chest heaving, a dazed, satisfied grin on his tear-streaked face and that dark wet spot spreading wider across his lap. Kota didn't say another word. He stepped out of the stall, the weight of every eye still lingering on him as he headed toward the gym floor, the new reality of his body and the endless hunger around him pressing down harder than ever. The day had barely started, and already it felt like it was spinning out of control again, the ache between his legs now mixed with something sharper, something he wasn't sure he could ignore much longer.