#dejean

On Monday, July 7, Champs Sports will debut its latest campaign, ‘Get Set,’ the newest installment of the ‘Sport for Life’ brand platform—just in time for the back-to-school rush.

More than just a seasonal push, the ‘Get Set’ campaign focuses on anticipation, participation, and transformation—both on and off the field. Whether you’re a student heading back to class or a parent cheering from the sidelines, Champs Sports is here to provide head-to-toe essentials that help everyone show up ready.

To bring the campaign to life, Champs Sports has partnered with three standout NFL athletes:

Amon-Ra St. Brown (Detroit Lions) for adidas

Cooper DeJean (Philadelphia Eagles) for Nike

Chase Young (New Orleans Saints) for New Balance

Each athlete showcases how they’re getting set for the upcoming season—bringing their unique personalities, styles, and routines to the forefront. Through their stories, Champs Sports celebrates the connection between sport and everyday life, proving that everyone deserves to "Get Set like a pro."

Featured Footwear in the ‘Get Set’ Lineup:

Nike Shox R4 – A futuristic classic, blending Nike Air and Phylon foam for responsive cushioning and standout style.

adidas Handball Spezial – A low-profile streetwear favorite, designed for bold family-wide appeal.

New Balance 9060 – Y2K-inspired with gym-to-street versatility and sleek performance features.

New Balance 740 – A timeless, everyday sneaker that balances comfort and style effortlessly.

adidas adiZero Evo SL – Built for speed and agility with lightweight materials and bold 3-Stripes styling.

adidas Originals Superstar II – The iconic silhouette returns, repping its ‘90s and early ‘00s roots with updated durability.

Nike Vomero 18 (available early July at Champs Sports) – Designed for workouts and daily wear, with maximum cushioning for performance and style.

From standout sneakers to performance-ready gear, Champs Sports’ ‘Get Set’ campaign is about more than just going back to school—it’s about stepping confidently into whatever’s next.

CW: Dub con, teratophilia, blood, dry fucking, name calling, degradation

DeJean knows he has fucked up big time when he is suddenly yanked from his bed and dragged out into the forest by his lover Cain. Cain has him by the foot, dragging him through the dirt and ground cover like he were a sack of potatoes. The entire time DeJean cries about the pain, oh how it hurts, how the ground bites at his naked flesh. Cain mutters not a word, not even a growl and it strikes fear in the smaller man. 

DeJean kicks and tries to get Cain to let him go. This only ends with the larger man tightening his grip, his hand gnawing a nasty bruise into his slender ankle. DeJean bites his lip, knowing better than to cry in pain. He knows if he does, the punishment will only be made worse. 

Coming to a stop, Cain drops DeJean’s leg, letting his body fall limp to the ground. DeJean looks, sending a hand through his curls. Cain is fumbling around with some kind of contraption. It is made of wood and sits upon four sturdy legs. When Cain crouches down to pick something up, DeJean realizes what it is. It’s a stud rack, something used mostly to breed male horses and collect their spunk. Only difference is the chains Cain is securing to the device. 

“Cain?” DeJean scrambles to sit on his ass, wincing at the pain in his ankle. 

“Is my cock not enough for you?” Cain growls as he turns to look at DeJean, golden eyes glowing with anger. 

“What?” DeJean tries to stand up but before he can get to his knees, Cain’s foot is digging in his chest, forcing him to lay back. 

“You fucked that stable hand when I told you not to. You disobeyed me and now it is time for your punishment.” 

Before DeJean can say anything, Cain is fisting his hand in DeJean’s brown curly locks, pulling him up by his hair and dragging him over to the breeding bench.DeJean cries in pain, kicking at Cain when he can. 

“You’re hurting me!” Dejean cries, not having fun. Normally he would be all for the punishment, but not this. 

“You don’t even know pain boy.” Cain pulls DeJean up by his hair till he is standing on his tippy toes. “I’m going to teach you what pain is.” 

What happens next happens far too fast for DeJean to keep up. Before he can make sense of what Cain has told him, he is suddenly chained down to the breeding bench, ass up in the air, legs spread way too wide and hands chained to the sides.

“Cain?” DeJean tries to look over his shoulder at the other. All he catches is a glimpse of blond hair before his vision is going white with pain. Cain has slapped his ass with a biting whip, leaving behind a bloody lash. 

“I can smell the bastard on you. I can smell his cum you tried to wash from your ass.” Cain brings the whip down again, lashing the tip over DeJean’s ass and leaving behind another bloody lash. 

DeJean cries, “No! Please, stop!” Cain only laughs, a dry sound lacking any mirth. 

“Please, stop!” Cain mocks DeJean. “You pathetic slut.” He spits on DeJean, dehumanizing him. “Bitches like you don’t get a say so. You are going to take what I give you tonight, and you are going to like it.”

“No Cain, please, stop, I’m sorry. I’m a pathetic whore, I couldn’t help myself.” 

“You are right. But I know you aren’t sorry. You’ll let anything fuck your ass.” DeJean doesn’t like how Cain says the last part but he doesn’t have much time to think before another biting lash from the whip is singing across his ass.

-

Ass bloodied from the countless lashings, DeJean is left a mumbling mess. Everything hurts by now. Even the cooling blood dripping down his thighs feels like scorching drops of molten metal. DeJean sniffles and tries to hide his tears, flinching away from Cain when the other reaches out and lays a hand on his hip. That hand rubs circles around his hip before sliding down to rub circles through the blood coating his ass. DeJean tries not to cry, face wet with tears, but he can’t help himself.

“Stop, Cain. You’re hurting me.” His voice is meek and small.

“I’m not through with you yet. But no more lashes.” Cain leans forward and kisses DeJean on the ass and somehow that makes it all feel worth it. DeJean takes a shaky breath and nods his head. “You hurt me today by sleeping behind my back with someone else. I thought we promised to never cheat on one another. This is only what you deserve.” 

Biting his lip, DeJean nods his head again. He tugs on the chains but all they do is bite harder and leave bruises behind. He will be marked for days, reminded of his punishment. A punishment DeJean has begun to believe he deserved. Why else would Cain abuse him so? Rip him from his bed and treat him like this. 

DeJean jumps when he feels fingers at his ass. He tries to close his legs but the chains prevent him from doing so. DeJean tries to move away from his touch but he can’t. He is useless and pathetic against Cain and his endless punishment. 

Using the blood trickling over DeJean’s ass, Cain slicks his fingers and stuffs them inside. DeJean is painfully tight, ass gripping around Cain's finger like a vice grip. Cain doesn’t care, forcing the finger inside DeJean and wiggling it around till he finds that bundle of nerves deep inside him. DeJean cries when Cain finds it, bucking back on the finger but also trying to pull away. His ass hurts so bad, the finger causing him to feel as if he is ripping apart but his proaste being played with feels so good compared to the pain.

“Stop!” DeJean yells and tries to wiggle away. He is only met with a harsh slap across his ass, pain shooting like lightning through his body.

“Shut the fuck up and take what I give you whore.” Cain growls, his voice like thunder in the sky splitting through the air. 

Cain slides another finger inside Dejean’s ass, making the man squeal. Only this time, DeJean does not try to wiggle away. He knows it will be worse for him if he does. He is rewarded when Cain slows down and properly stretches him with the two fingers. Massaging his tender walls and gently brushing over his prostate. DeJean feels betrayed by his cock when it begins to stir. 

“Fucking whore.” Cain mumbles and shoves a third finger in, breaking the illusion that things would be easier. 

“I’m sorry.” DeJean apologizes. “I’ll be good. I promise.” He lays his cheek on the bench and tries to steady his breaths. “No more Cain. No more.”

DeJean believes his words have made it to Cain when suddenly the three fingers are pulled from his ass. But he will be wrong when he hears the sounds of Cain’s britches hitting the dirt. DeJean gasps and tries to pull away. He knows very well how endowed Cain really is, his length putting a horse to shame. Three fingers is not enough. For DeJean to take Cain on a good day he would need an entire first shoved in his ass.

Cain grips DeJeans hip and gradually begins to feed his cock into his ass. He has to force the bulbous head past his tight rim, causing DeJean to scream and thrash against the breeding bench. 

“Cain! Stop it! No more!”

Cain ignores DeJean, shoving more of his enormous cock inside the smaller man. Not stopping until his hips have made contact with his ass.

DeJean moans in pain, head swimming from the need to throw up with Cain seated firmly in his guts. He swears he can feel the cock bumping up against his stomach. 

“I’m going to ruin you.” Cain pets up and down DeJean’s sides. “Your ass will never be tight again after tonight. Not after what I have planned.”

“No.” DeJean shakes his head. “No more. Please.”

“I’m only getting you ready.” Cain leans forward and kisses DeJean between the shoulder blades. “You’ll fuck anything. Even him.” Cain reaches forward and grips DeJean by the hair. He picks his head up and forces DeJean to look dead ahead as a fiend, a monster, a wild beast, comes walking out from the darkness. The beast is enormous, standing taller than a horse, with antlers like a moose, and fangs of a lion.

DeJean jerks in the chains and tries to fight against them. Everything in his body is screaming at him to run, flee, do anything he can to get away. He jerks and fights the chains, pulling hard against them as he screams in fear. He doesn't want to die. He might be deserving of punishment, but he doesn’t deserve to die.

“Shush now.” Cain drops DeJean’s head, his head hitting the wooden bench. “You’re going to like it. Belly full of his cum as he knots you like the bitch you are. Breeding your ass so full of cum it’ll come out of your mouth.” Cain fucks forward into DeJean. He thrust so hard that DeJean’s entire body moved. But he can’t seem to care, eyes focused on the fiend that inches closer.

The fiend comes closer, close enough to sniff DeJeans face. DeJean tries to shy away from the beast but there is only so far he can go while being chained down. He is only reminded of Cain when he suddenly builds up the pace and really begins to fuck into DeJean. He is brutal and quick, snapping his hips forward and fucking Dejean dry with only blood to slick his way.

DeJean is ashamed by the way his tiny cock stirs, pleasure mixed with pain singling through his body. The sensations are only heightened by the fear he feels towards the creature snufling his face. It opens its mouth and licks him, tasting him , leaving behind a trail of saliva. DeJean tries to flinch away but is left moaning when Cain changes his angle and starts to fuck brutaly agasint his prostate. 

It’s not fair. DeJean thinks. To be betrayed by his own body while it is raped into and fucked apart without his consent. A punishment should not feel like this. He should not want this, but he does. 

“There you are bitch.” Cain gripps DeJeans bloody ass and squeezes the round swollen globes as he fucks into him. “All loose for me now, I can smell your arousal. Whore, pathetic bitch.” 

Cain uses DeJean, stroking and fucking his cock into DeJeans abused hole. He doesn’t stop until he comes, filling the boy with an absurd amount of cum that gushes out of him when Cain steps back. 

“Here boy.” Cain whistles and the fiend excitedly bounds over to him. DeJean misses the way the fiend bumps his head into Cain and the way Cain scritches at his neck. “Suck a good boy!” Cain laughs. “Got you a treat. Got ‘em all nice and prepared for you too.”

The fiend steps around till his nose is in DeJean's ass. Long tongue flicking out to taste the mix of cum and blood leaking out of his ass. DeJean whimpers and tries to wiggle away. He is stopped by Cain who grips his hip and holds him still.

“You might want to hold still for him.” Cain winks at DeJean. “He’s not like me. He’s a lot less forgiving. So unless you don’t want your ass being ripped apart, I’ll hold still if I was you.”

The threat causes DeJean’s veins to run cold. Afraid, he settles himself and does his best to become grounded. But how can one become grounded when they have a fiend licking their ass?

Long tongue going to work, the fiend drools over DeJean’s backside. The beast licks and laps at the mess before sliding his tongue deep inside to get more of it. DeJean turns red when he moans, pressing back for the beast. He is ashamed of himself and tries to hide his face but can’t. 

“Told you. You’ll fuck anything.” Cain pats his pack like he would a dog and laughs. 

Eventually the licking comes to an end and DeJean is left shaking, rock hard and far too sensitive to think straight. After all he has been through, DeJean is surprised he can even remember to speak.

“Please, Cain. Lesson over.” DeJean whimpers.

Cain comes around and crouches in front of DeJean. He grips his face and forces him to look him in the eyes.

“What's the safe word?”

DeJean shakes his head free of Cain’s hold and lays his cheek back down on the bench. He doesn’t say a word.

“Good boy.” Cain pats DeJean’s face before standing up. “Up, up” He is telling the fiend, sparing DeJean one last glance. 

The fiend hops up on its back legs, coming back down to land on top of DeJean. The fiend’s fur is soft against his abused skin, silky almost. DeJean closes his eyes knowing what happens next he has no control of. He just shot his chance to walk away down and now he must face the consequences.

Solid and heavy, the fiend forces DeJean to gasp for breath, the fiend pressing its weight into him as it finds its footing. Squing its back legs, the fiend hooks its legs around the bench like it would a mating partner. Wiggling into position, the fiend rests its head on DeJean’s shoulder, breathing its hot breath into his face and drooling. DeJean knows he should be disgusted, that he shouldn’t want this but he does. The idea of it alone is exciting, thrilling. Or maybe his mind is just that broken after Cain’s brutal punishment.

“Good boy.” Cain pets the fiend and earns a rumble from the beast. “Take him. He’s all yours. I know you haven’t bred a bitch in a while.” 

The bench creaks and moans under their combined weight as the fiend humps against DeJean. The fiend starts slow, working up its speed. It is not like a man, humping against him aimlessly like an animal, like the beast that it was. DeJean feels his face flush and he tries to hide it to no avail. Cain notices and is on him instantly.

“Trying to hide now aren’t we?” Cain laughs and forces DeJean to look at him by grabbing a handful of his hair. “Filthy bitch, spreading your boy pussy for some beast. Disgusting.” Cain lets DeJean go and backs away so he can watch the fiend.

The fiend has picked up the pace by now, humping DeJean with force, its cock finally unsheathed. DeJean can feel the wet dampness of the monster's cock rubbing against him, slipping against the crack of his ass, his thighs. There is no rhyme or reason for them, uncoordinated failed attempts at finding his spent hole already abused by Cain. 

“Here, let me help you boy.” Cain hums and steps closer to the fiend, reaching between them and grabbing hold of his cock. The fiends thrust into Cain’s grip a couple times before he allows himself to be guided. With Cain's help, the beast is able to press the flared head of its cock into DeJean’s spent ass.

DeJean screams when the enormous cock head shoves past his rim. He feels as if he is being ripped apart by the massive cock that just keeps on coming. The fiend is not like Cain, doesn’t take his time and inches himself in. No. It’s an animal and like an animal it fucks like an animal. The fiend forces itself inside of DeJean all the way to the hilt and it doesn’t stop. Soon as its hips kiss his backside, the fiend is pulling back and shoving back in with great force. 

“Good boy, fuck your new little toy.” Cain grins as he looks on with fasiantion. “You want to be a whore and spread your ass for any dick, well here you go. Spread your ass for fiend dick.”

Despite the pain, DeJean cannot deny the excitement between his legs. The fiend jostles his body and with each thrust his cock is dragged against the wooden surface of the bench. Not to mention how the fiends cock rubs across his prostate. The bulbous flared head digging into the bundle of nerves with each pass.

The fiend grunt’s and groans as it works its hips, forcing its cock in and out of DeJean at a brutal pace. He fucks the air out of the saller witcher, forcing him to gasp and scramble for breath. Pain blooms like in his guts and spreads down into his legs and travels up his back. DeJean tries to loosen up for the monster, and tries to relax. But it’s hard for the kitty. 

“You should see yourself right now DeJean. Chained down to a breeding bench like a mare in heat. Only purpose in life is to be fucked and bred full. I bet that is your purpose. Destoned to be a fuck toy for monsters all around.”

The sounds of his as squelching from abuse rings through DeJean’s ears. By now he is ignoring Cain, knowing the man is smiling like a fool and laughing. DeJean has given up, going limp for the fiend and doing his best to survive the situation.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Bit your own tongue?”

DeJean’s eyes roll in the back of his skull when suddenly the pain turns into pleasure. The Fiend switches positons and now he has begun to really fuck DeJean with purpose and it send sparks through his body. His cock hardens, leaking on the bench below him. The fiend catches the smell of his arousal and yips in joy, paws holding onto DeJean’s waist as he fucks him like a bitch.

“I knew you would like it. You filthy whore.” Cain laughs and DeJean catches a glimpse of him. He is standing to the side stroking his cock and looking thoroughly wrecked by the sight of his lover being fucked by some wild beast.

The fiend hit’s DeJeans' prostate just perfectly for the last time, sending the smaller man over the edge, crying as he comes with a mix of emotions. He has just let a fiend fuck him, some wild beast and it was the hottest thing he could think of.

DeJean’s ass clamps down on the fiends cock, milking him dry as he cums bucket after bucket inside of him. The white pearly liquid is thick and gushes down both of DeJean’s thighs.

“Cain.” DeJean cries for Cain, looking for him, and he comes.

“I got you.” Suddenly Cain is sweet, no longer angry. He looks at DeJean with softness. “Just give him a second and he’ll hop down.”

As if on cue, the fiend backs away, pulling his cock free and hops down off of DeJean. DeJean moans as he feels the cum gushing out of him, his belly swollen and distended uncomfortably from holding it all inside him.

“You did so good, DeJean.” Cain praises while he undoes the chains that hold DeJean in place. Setting them to the side, Cain scoops DeJean up in his arms and holds him close, kissing his face. “Let's get you cleaned up and back in bed now, shall we?”

Perle: "Oh look, Dejean. There's a group of octopae."

Dejean: o_o "A group of what?"

Perle: "Octopae."

Dejean: "What, you mean octopuses?"

Simone: "They mean octopi."

Murielle: "You both mean octopodes."

Careful Perle, I think you’re pining over the useless weakling you have to rely on until you get better!

This is a small doodle to express my love for @brynwrites‘s amazing novel “Our Bloody Pearl”, which I loved SO MUCH!! I’m so in love with Perle, they are just such a complex character, and they’re so fun!

Also, unconventional siren/pirate love story <3

So GO READ IT, if you can, because that will light up your day, and give you lots of sweet feelings (also bonus for the representation in this one)

Anne O’Brien (2nd left) beside coach Pierre Geoffroy and teammates Dejean and Souef training at Stade de Reims, 1974.