Imagine Sam selling his body as a side hustle while at Stanford to make ends meet...
He's getting railed by closeted frat guys who can never look him in the eyes when they come, who get dressed faster than the speed of light when they're done, and then leave him alone in the small dorm beds, all for some quick cash. He doesn't think it's that bad, as long as Jess doesn't find out.
Plus, it pays pretty well. There are a lot of "straight" dudes out there willing to empty their wallets for a night with the cute law student.
But rumors spread fast around campus, and when a video gets posted on some site of Sam getting fucked from both ends, moaning and whimpering like a girl, his social life collapses.
Jess dumps him, his grades begin slipping, and all his friends start talking behind his back, acting like they're immature teenagers still in high school.
But the worst part is something Sam doesn't even know of yet.
In the middle of nowhere, in some dark and moldy motel room, Dean is sat in his bed staring at his computer screen.
He's watching his baby brother, his Sammy, getting destroyed by some random dudes.
And he has never been harder.
