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The guy had no flaws. Having been the star athlete of his former school’s wrestling team, he had a godly upper body that showed even through his loose gym uniform and had all the girls squealing and gushing when he walked by. Even the senior girls wispered in low hungry-voices about the fat, juicy, heavy-looking piece that filled out his sweatpants. Even your bros, who were usually just as ruthless as you when it came to new-boys, were falling over each other to impress the cocky jock, inviting him to all the parties and giving him tips on which girls were the slutiest or gave the best head. There just seemed to be something about him that put everyone in a follower headspace, everyone but you that is, you were no sheep.

So when your whole crew went down to the lake for spring break, you were determined on finding something you could use against the golden boy. And when Sean peeled off his tight, sweat-soaked t-shirt to “soak in some rays”, while everyone else just stared in awe at his cobblestone abs and his sculpted back, you thought you had found what you were looking for. “Man your nipples are tiny! Like seriously man, are those moles? Cause I can barely see them from here.” Mike stopped dead in his tracks, it felt kinda forced, but you were desperate for a win over this douchebag and it seemed like it was getting to him ”Bro, your chest looks like milhouse without his glasses on! Hahahaha” 

The crowds response wasn’t quite what you expected, during you little roast you could hear a few chuckles here and there, but nothing like the roaring laughs you usually got, and by the time Mike had finished slowly turning around everyone was dead-silent. His dark eyes stared cooly into your own nervous glare, “Yeah I guess your right, they are pretty tight, im cool with it tho, I don’t get why a guy would want big nips, big nips are for big-titty-bitches” He cracked a grin, though his eyes were cold as ice “You want big nips Robins? You wanna be a big-titty-bitch? Cause I think we can help you with that,… right boys?” 

There was a chorus of agreement and malicious laughter as your closest friends surrounded you and took hold of your arms “H-hey guys, w-what the fu” was all you could get out before Mike forced his sweaty t-shirt into your mouth, effectively gagging you. This left you to watch helplessly with increasing terror as Mike gave out assignments to the boys, “Go get some ice””See if you can find candles””Clothes-pins, a lot of them”“Oh and get some shaving cream, in case we need it” He turned to look at you again, his tone lazy, amused “Will we be needing them Robins? Are you a hairy bitch?” The guys restraining you snorted with laughter “I think its time we got a look at these jugs, Gentlemen…?” A couple of guys came up from behind and cut your shirt off with scissors, figuring it was easier than fighting you to get it off, and they were right, you didn’t dare struggle as the cool blades ghosted around your skin. “Damn Robins, thats a nice pair right there, big and meaty, hairless too which saves us some work, their a little too firm tho, but it’s cool, we can fix that, no more hitting the bench for you Bitch-Tits” there were more howls of laughter as the whole crew broke into a unified chant “ BITCH-TITS! BITCH-TITS! BITCH-TITS! BITCH-TITS!!!”

All you could do was cry as the guys you thought to be your best-friends took turns pinching and squeezing your nipples, mocking and taunting you as they enjoyed their ice-cold beers whole you suffered in the spring heat. Among them was Ryan, who was always like a brother to you, and unlike the rest he didn’t seem interested in your downfall, in-fact he ignored you completely, something you would have been thankful for, if it weren’t for the fact that he kept pressing his brew into your raw nipples without noticing. It got so unbearable that you began to stretch your neck out and rub your head on his leg, whining through your wet gag like a dog, begging for it to stop. Finally Ryan looked down and his clear blue eyes drilled into your cloudy, tear-stricken ones “What’s up Bitch-Tits? You want my cock?” you flinched from his harsh tone and cast your eyes down at the ground, even he was fine with this? He pulled your head back by the hair so you had to look into his eyes and began grinding on your chest as if he were fucking a pair of tits, his denim covered bulge smacking your chin repeatedly, “I don’t know Bitch-Tits, I don’t think you’re there yet” Your former best friend gave you his signature smirk and held you there, letting you take in the image of him standing over you, until another grinning face apeared next to his, draping an arm over his shoulders in a fraternal sign of affection. “Well, we got all spring break to get her there” Mike never broke eye contact as he emptied his beer on your chest and then ground his ample bulge into your sorry little face. Both their performaces were met with more savage laughter and more guys began to make a show of shoving your face into their crotches, some of them refusing to let you go until you “take a big sniff of my balls, there you go, smell good Bitch-Tits?” 

A couple of hours and a lot of abuse later, you once again found yourself staring up at a shirtless, smiling Mike, no one was restraining you anymore, they had tied your wrists and ankles together with some old rope they found and left you kneeling in the dirt with 4 clothespins bitting into each of your nipples. You looked up at the handsome jock with vacant eyes, after your ordeal you could barely process who it was you were looking at, but once it clicked into place, a strong combination of fear and awe overcame you and you couldn’t stop yourself from bowing down low, falling face first into the dirt at His feet, just wanting to be  forgotten, hoping never to be the center of attention again. For moment you felt the rough sole of an Air Jordan sneaker pressing your face into the dirt, and for a second you actually wished that He would stomp you out of your misery, but then the pressure was gone and you were being pulled by your hair up onto your knees again. Your second gag, which the boys had fashioned out of their sweaty socks when Mike had wanted to dry off his shirt, was promptly removed and you felt a sharp sting in your jaw from having had it forced open for hours. You looked up at Mike, and were acutally surprised to find only feelings of gratitude towards the cruel stud for removing your gag, even after everything He had put you through. In an instant the smile was gone from His face “What’s your new name?” fresh tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, and you stammered out an answer but it was practically inaudible, “What?” you swallowed the lump in your throat “B-bitch-T-t-tits” “Good, and whats my Nickname Bitch-Tits? dark, uncaring eyes looked down expectantly “Ma-Master, Mike? a few seconds passed in total silence, your heart beating like it was about to burst. Mike let a lazy grin creep over His face and bent down to ruffle your crusty hair, “Good one, Bitch-Tits” He picked up the nasty sock gag, shoved it back in place, despite your desperate begging, and strutted off to rejoin the boys at the campfire.   

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