Nerd! Genesis of a Master
Copyright© 2026 by Naughty Bard
Chapter 8: Divided Devotion
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Divided Devotion - Damian Flanagan is the school's invisible nerd, a "toothpick" surviving Dresden High through tactical invisibility. But queen bee Pamela Van Buren discovers his secret: Damian is hiding a "masterpiece" of raw masculinity between his legs that puts every athlete to shame. In a dark parking lot, the social order flips as the queen claims the prize no one else noticed.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Cheating Sharing DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Harem White Male White Female Indian Male Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Foot Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student Geeks Nudism Porn Theatre Revenge Transformation
In every high schooler’s life, there’s a moment where you’re basically standing at the edge of the “real world,” forced to prove you aren’t a total loser if you want even a sniff of a bright future. For the seniors at Raleigh High, that day had arrived: the SATs. It was the ultimate gatekeeper, the national test that decided if you were heading to a top-tier university or staying stuck in your hometown forever.
Damian Flanagan walked strolled the main hallway watching the seniors absolutely spiraling. It was a scene of pure brainrot anxiety—kids clutching prep books like holy relics, frantically drilling each other on obscure vocab and math shortcuts. On their faces, he saw the whole spectrum: focus, stress, and in a few cases, straight-up “it’s over” despair.
The girl power-walking beside him was no different. Pam was moving with her prep book open, her eyes darting between the pages and the floor every four steps as she muttered formulas like a frantic prayer.
“Relax, you’ve got this,” Damian said for the millionth time, his voice smooth and untroubled.
She shot him a look, one eyebrow arched high. “If I haven’t managed to chill out yet—especially after what we just did in the lab—I doubt a pep talk is gonna work a miracle, Little Master,” she whispered.
Damian just smirked, thinking back to the fiery session they’d finished just minutes ago. If that hadn’t cured her nerves, nothing would.
“Yo, finally! Where have you been?!” Brent called out as he approached. He was flanked by Andy Thomas and Peter Willis, his usual squad of high-tier athletes.
“Just walked in,” Pam lied easily, her eyes still glued to a page of practice questions.
“Brent, please tell her to stop grinding,” Damian said after dapping up the guys. “It’s literally useless at this point. The brain is full.”
The king of the school gave a smug, pensive grin. “Let’s see if I can handle it.”
He gently took her chin and gave her a soft, tender kiss. It was a pretty mid, chaste peck, honestly. Pam looked at him with a bold, challenging spark in her eyes. She snapped the book shut, shoved it into Damian’s hands, and wrapped her arms around Brent’s neck.
“If you’re gonna do it, do it right, stud,” she challenged.
She pulled him in, sliding her tongue into his mouth and taking control. Brent, looking like he’d just won the lottery, leaned into it, flexing his “alpha” energy in front of his boys. They made out for a solid few seconds while the hallway bustled around them.
Damian just smiled. He couldn’t help it—the irony was delicious.
When they finally broke for air, Pam exhaled. “Mmm ... okay, I actually feel way better now, babe.”
Brent kept his arm around her, looking like a beaming protagonist. He glanced over at his favorite protégé, giving Damian a playful wink. “Take notes, newbie. That’s how you handle a girl.”
Damian let out a laugh along with the other guys, the tension finally breaking for a second.
“Are you guys testing upstairs?” Pam asked, adjusting her shirt.
“Yeah,” Andy replied, looking depressed. “This is so cooked, man. Why did they have to split the group up?” Andy had a habit of complaining about literally everything, but Damian found his kind of pessimism almost entertaining.
“Probably because we can’t fit two hundred seniors in one room, Andy,” Pam replied with that same patient, slightly condescending tone the vice principal used to use on her.
“Oh...” Andy muttered, looking like he’d just had a spiritual breakthrough. “ ... Right. Makes sense.”
“You guys should probably move, though,” Damian interjected, saving Andy from further embarrassment. “The clock is ticking.”
The lovebirds shared one last quick kiss before parting ways. Brent gave Damian a firm, affectionate pat on the shoulder and headed for the stairs with his crew.
“Did that kiss bother you, Little Master?” Pam asked a little later as they navigated the final stretch of the hallway toward their testing room.
Damian couldn’t help but let out a genuine laugh. “Bother me? Hahaha! Honestly, no, slave. Considering half my body is still damp with your saliva from ten minutes ago ... no, I’d say that kiss was just ... amusing. Hehe!”
Pam smiled at him with a look that was surprisingly tender. “Well, Brent is just a humble mortal, isn’t he? I thought it would be charitable to grant him the immense honor of tasting a god’s flavor second-hand.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “And besides, you can’t be walking around with dirty feet, right? What would people say?” she added, her voice shifting into a parodic, over-the-top motherly tone.
“Hehehe! Exactly. What a useless slave you’d be then! The whole school would be gossiping about your poor work ethic,” Damian played along.
“Right! This way I’m just being efficient ... mmmm ... and it’s so tasty!” she moaned, playfully licking her lips. Then, like a happy kid showing off a new trick, she whispered, “By the way, I can literally fit all five of your toes in my mouth at once now, did you see? Tell me I’m a pro! Tell me!” She giggled, looking absolutely delighted as they walked arm-in-arm. She was so unhinged, always finding a way to make him laugh. Damian realized he actually loved being around her.
“If Brent knew the nasty stuff I have you doing day in and day out, I seriously doubt he’d ever bring his mouth near yours again. Like, ever,” he said, amused.
Pam hesitated for a heartbeat, then took the chance to ask something that had clearly been living rent-free in her head. “Is that why you don’t kiss me on the mouth anymore?”
Damian was blindsided by her insight. “You caught that, huh?” he asked, a slightly guilty smirk tugging at his lips.
“It wasn’t exactly hard to notice...” she said, then added with a cheeky grin, “ ... even for a ‘stupid slave’ like me! Hehe!”
Damian rolled his eyes. She loved playing the “dumb bimbo” role when it suited her, even though she was probably the sharpest person in the building. He’d stopped trying to argue with her about it and just gave her his signature exasperated face.
“So? Don’t think you’re getting off with just a look, Little Master. Are you going to give me an explanation or what?” she asked in that sweet, childish voice she knew he was powerless against.
He looked at her and decided to just give it to her straight. “Well, sorry, Pam, but I just can’t bring myself to kiss someone who spends their afternoon with their tongue between my ass cheeks.”
She gave him a look of mock resentment. “Hey! You’re the one who asked for it!”
He smiled. “It was just an experiment to test a theory ... scientific research, really,” he threw in with feigned innocence.
“Right, but you knew I’d end up wanting to do it every single day!” she protested.
“Hehehe! I didn’t have any mathematical certainty, but ... the odds were in my favor,” he finished, giggling.
“Ugh, you’re actually the worst!” she said, leaning into the childish act. Damian just shrugged.
“Look, if you want, we can cancel the ‘games’ and just have regular, boring sex,” he suggested, and she cut him a side-eye with a raised eyebrow. “You know, missionary style, maybe once a week—hahaha! Stop! Quit it!” He scrambled away as she started ruthlessly tickling his sides.
“Very funny, Little Master!” she laughed, only stopping when he managed to grab her hands. Their energy was a total contrast to the hallway, which felt like the green mile to everyone else. “Don’t even joke about that! You know licking every inch of you is literally my favorite hobby,” she whispered, her eyes flashing.
“Hehehe! Well, then don’t complain about the lack of kissing, Pam. You can’t have your cake and eat it too,” he replied. “Let Brent handle the mouth stuff. He seems to be a big fan.”
“Oh, I definitely will, don’t worry! And I’ll make sure my mouth is always ... extra saturated with you before I see him,” she chirped, giggling as they finally reached the classroom door.
However, as they reached the door, the pre-test jitters came back in a wave. “This is it...” Damian said. He felt her whole vibe shift into pure anxiety. He stepped in front of her, taking her by the shoulders and locking his cobalt eyes onto hers.
“Hey, look at me. This is a massive win, Pam. Just think about how awesome it’s gonna be once you’re at college next year,” he encouraged her. “All you have to do is go in there and give it everything. You’re literally ready. You cruised through the practice quizzes—this is light work.”
He was being genuinely sweet, his face so sincere it was almost a dream. Pam looked at him, feeling that familiar tug in her chest. She would literally do anything for him. But the pressure was still there, so she decided to flip the script and go back to her usual cheeky self.
“Okay, okay, I hear you ... but, you know, if I had a little incentive...” she said, a playful spark returning to her eyes. “ ... I could probably lock in way better and stop spiraling.”
Damian looked at her, finding his “Little Pam” absolutely adorable.
“Mmmm ... let’s see...” he thought aloud. “ ... I’ve got a mountain of studying to do this afternoon, but I could slide to your place after and you could...” He made sure the students around them were occupied, then leaned in close, whispering a few filthy words right against her ear.
Her face lit up instantly. “Deadass?! For how long?!” she asked, looking delighted.
“Well, if you’re down, you can lick it all afternoon. Just let me actually get my work done...”
She giggled like a kid, literally clapping her hands. “Don’t even worry, you won’t even know I’m there! Hehehe!” Then she paused, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Wait, today’s Thursday. You have gym for the last two hours, right?”
Damian nodded, already seeing exactly where her brain was going.
“No shower. I mean it. Got it?!”
“Hehehe!! Understood, Ma’am!” he joked, giving her a mock military salute. She tapped him on the forehead, and he added, raising his hands in fake innocence, “I would never. That would be a literal crime against your favorite hobby, hehe!!”
“Okay! Everyone inside, let’s move it!” Miss Black’s voice thundered from the doorway.
Damian gave her one last intense look. “Good luck. Go show them why you’re the best.” He gave her an affectionate wink. She forced a confident smile, took a deep breath, and got in line to head into the room.
She knew the answers. She actually knew almost all of them.
Ten minutes had passed since the proctor announced the start, and the room was filled with the frantic, rhythmic scratching of pens and pencils against those official, high-stakes sheets. Everyone was locked in, scribbling like their lives depended on it—except for her. Pam hadn’t even filled in the bubble for the first question. She just kept looping Damian’s words in her head, words that had churned up her emotions and forced her to open her personal Pandora’s box.
” ... everything will be fine ... next year in college ... give it your best...”
The future loomed over her like a shadow—a future full of change, new people, and a different life that absolutely terrified her. Why couldn’t everything just stay exactly like this? Why did the “best” had to mean moving on?
In the middle of that emotional brainrot, she closed her eyes and took a jagged breath, trying to center herself. Slowly, a spark lit up in the back of her mind. A new idea began to take shape—a brilliant, slightly unhinged idea that she hoped would bring peace to her world and keep her reality from shattering.
She opened her eyes, feeling more certain than she had ever been in her life. She gripped her pen, but she didn’t just start answering. She started executing a very specific, calculated plan.
Danny Altman had dipped out of practice ten minutes early, catching a vibe while the sun hammered down on the training field. The weather was officially “hot girl summer” territory, and he ran a hand through his damp, ginger hair as he skirted the school’s perimeter. About a hundred yards out, the junior girls were finishing up volleyball. His eyes immediately locked onto the girl he’d been low-key obsessed with for weeks: high ponytail, modest top, and a back-end that was basically a work of art.
Susan. Or “Susy” to literally everyone except Damian, who stayed on that formal “full name” energy for some reason. Danny smirked. Damian was the ultimate wingman—the goat who had handed him the greatest W of his life: her.
“Lockhart! Your little simp is here!” one of the girls on the court chirped, spotting him.
Susy turned and beamed. As she subbed out, the same blonde teammate added with a side of salt, “Going for a quick make-out session before lunch?” Susy just ignored it. She was too shy for the drama, and honestly, she knew it was just pure jealousy. She jogged over to him, her face lighting up.
Make-out session... Danny thought and suppressed a laugh. I mean, technically her mouth is involved.
Susy reached him and went for a quick peck. “Hi! I literally missed you so much!” she said, all smiles. It had been three days, which felt like a year in high school time.
“I know, I know. My bad, I’ve just been slammed,” Danny replied, dapping her up before leaning in with a wink. “I’m basically about to crash out down there,” he whispered, a mischievous grin shattering the “romantic” vibe she was trying to set. “Come on, let’s go.”
He grabbed her hand, and she bit her thumbnail—a habit she only did when she was hyped.
They headed to their “spot” at the back of the school, a little alcove in the brickwork that was a total blind spot for cameras and teachers. Danny knew the coast was clear. Their faces were glowing with that “we’re definitely getting suspended if we get caught” energy. He leaned back against the wall, and they swapped spit for a few seconds before he got impatient.
“Yo, we’re on a clock here,” he said, hands on her shoulders, firmly guiding her down to the ground.
She gave him a shy, “my bad” smile. “Sorry ... you’re right.”
She reached for the elastic of his gym shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers to reveal the “red-maned” treasure she’d become addicted to.
The scent hit her instantly. It was familiar now, but still totally overwhelming. She’d realized pretty quickly that Danny wasn’t exactly a “shower every day” kind of guy—two or three times a week was his max. She’d also realized that the “dirty” smell she’d experienced at Damian’s place was actually Danny on a clean day. It was wild—it nearly made her gag, yet she couldn’t stop herself from diving in. She didn’t say a word about hygiene; she didn’t want to kill the vibe, and honestly, she could tell her “Prince Charming” got a massive power trip out of being a little rank.
She pressed her face against the pale, damp, and honestly kind of gross skin of his member, rubbing her cheeks against him like a devoted pet. She didn’t hold back at all.
“Good girl. Just like that. Get your whole face in it,” Danny groaned, looking down at her. “I love seeing you look this messy for me. Hehe!”
Seeing her delicate, “perfect girl” face covered in his post-practice sweat was total ecstasy for him. The grimier it got, the more he loved it. It gave him a rush of pure, unadulterated power he’d never felt in his life.
After a few minutes, he guided her face down to his balls and took his shaft in his hand. It was semi-hard, and he started slowly working it, pulling back the foreskin and enjoying the show. Suddenly, Susy looked up, her movements coming to a dead stop. In her eyes, he caught a flash of actual nausea.
“What’s the move? Why’d you stop?” he asked, annoyed. She was staring at his penis like it was a crime scene.
“What is ... that stuff?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.
“What stuff?”
“That whitish stuff, around your...” she trailed off, like it was too gross to even name.
Her tone was starting to get on Danny’s nerves, but then he looked down and saw the buildup of smegma around the head of his dick. He hadn’t showered since Tuesday, and it showed.
“It literally reeks, Danny,” she continued, looking legit worried for his health.
Danny just smirked. He wasn’t even embarrassed.
“That?” He shrugged, totally unbothered. “I don’t even know if there’s a name for it, honestly,” he said, sounding like he was giving a lecture. “It just gets like that when I skip the shower for a few days. It’s probably just ... I don’t know, standard filth, I guess.”
“But I’ve never seen it like that before,” Susy stammered.
“Well, yeah, because usually you’re throat-goating me like twice a day, so you don’t give it a chance to build up! Hehe!”
She just kept staring at him, her face pale. “That is actually disgusting,” she whispered.
Danny chuckled. Her grossed out expression was actually kind of a turn-on. He decided to lean into it.
“Hehe! Yeah, deadass, it’s pretty gross. I’m a little disgusted by it too. So, why don’t you lick it off for me?”
She looked at him, her eyes filling with actual distress. “No ... please, I can’t. It’s too much. It smells so bad and it looks ... thick and mushy and ... revolting.”
Danny was actually surprised. For the last three weeks—ever since that legendary afternoon at Damian’s—she’d been down for literally anything. She’d asked to be his “cum toilet,” and Danny had been more than happy to oblige. He’d learned fast that having a “sucker” on call was way better than actually trying to date someone. But this was the first time she’d ever pushed back.
He thought about letting it go for a second, but his libido was redlining. He’d spent every waking moment since puberty hit with just his hand for company, and now that he had a taste of this life, there was no way he was taking an L today. He was getting his balls emptied, period.
“Yo, what’s the problem, cocksucker? Aren’t you supposed to be my toilet?” he asked, dropping into that brazenly vulgar tone that usually made her melt. “My dick is right in front of your face and I told you to lick it. Why aren’t you?”
He loved talking to her like she was a total slut, and the crazy part was, he knew she lived for it. She bit her lip, clearly torn between the thrill of the insult and the literal filth in front of her.
“Danny, please ... don’t make me do it,” she begged, sounding desperate now. “It’s too much ... please...”
The excuses were making him lose his patience. He looked her dead in the eye, his voice turning cold.
“Susy, look at me. If you don’t start licking and swallowing that shit in the next two seconds, you’re never seeing this cock again. We’re done. Is that what you want?”
The chilling ultimatum made Susy tremble, her mind racing for an exit that didn’t exist. “Danny, please ... I’ll do literally anything else...” she pleaded, her voice cracking.
“One...” he continued relentlessly. She was hyperventilating now, caught in a total panic. The thought of losing him? Of being cut off from the only thing that made her feel alive? Unthinkable.
“Tw—”
Before he could even finish the word, her lips parted and she dove in, welcoming the filthy grime that coated the flesh he used to control her like a puppet. Danny let out a dark, triumphant chuckle at the look on her face—it was clear that “stuff” tasted every bit as vile as it smelled.
“Hehehe!! I knew you’d fold! Hehehe!” he mocked, his voice dripping with that arrogant, “I-own-you” energy. “Isn’t this what you live for? Sucking my cock?”
Susy looked up at him, her eyes glassy, and despite the revolting taste, she gave a slow, rhythmic nod accompanied by a muffled moan.
“And it’s your job to keep it clean, right? Isn’t that what a cocksucker is for? You’re my personal cleanup crew,” he said, his words slowly melting her remaining resistance. As her tongue worked to clear away the buildup, she found herself nodding even more submissively.
“So you’re actually happy to swallow that shit for me, right?” He definitely knew how to play her like a fiddle. Susy nodded again, her gaze returning to that familiar state of total ecstasy. Danny chuckled one last time before sliding himself out of her mouth, his member now slick, red, and completely “clean.”
“Mmmm ... you’ve been such a good little slut,” he praised her, his voice softening just enough to reward her. He was fully bricked now, and he used the tip to tease her, brushing it against her cheeks, her nose, then her lips, watching her struggle in vain to take him back in.
“Tell me what you want...” he prompted.
Susy didn’t disappoint; she leaned into the humiliation like it was a drug. “Mmm ... I want to feel you all the way down my throat ... I want you to fuck my face until I literally can’t breathe...” she said, her tongue out and her mouth wide open, looking completely desperate.
He didn’t hesitate. He buried himself deep in her throat, slamming her face against his pubic area, and began to fuck her with short, brutal movements. He was barely pulling out an inch before slamming back in.
“Now you’re talking, cocksucker! That’s the energy I want! Hehe!!!” he praised her, his voice tight with excitement, while her only response was a series of wet, animalistic choking noises. He bit his lip, a smug grin plastered on his face. He wondered if he’d manage to finish before the lunch bell—or before Damian.
Damian would have never thought that a specific facial expression could have a formal name. But he had recently discovered that the internet called the one he was currently looking at, ’ahegao’—essentially looking completely “dumbed down” from the absolute peak of being fucked. The translation didn’t even do it justice, but Sally, the quirkiest of his toys, was its perfect embodiment.
Ever since she’d lost her virginity, the former “nun” had become a total junkie for it. She was addicted, constantly begging and imploring him for her next fix. And every time he satisfied her, her brain would just short-circuit, leaving her in that amusing, dazed state—eyes rolled back, tongue out, reaching a total peace of the senses that was positively hilarious for him to watch.
Like today. After making her work with her mouth for a couple of minutes just to get himself hard, he had thrown her onto the pile of gym mats in their usual, squalid little room behind the gym. With her legs kicked wide open, he started to work. Within minutes, the transformation was already hitting: her gaze was lost in space, her expression went totally vacant, and those fierce, nonsensical moans started bubbling out of her along with an insane little giggle. Damian loved seeing her in that objectively pitiful state.
Her tight pussy was a top-tier dumping ground. Sure, the little slut was no match for Pam’s expertise yet, and she lacked Amanda’s “try-hard” initiative, but she was an extremely eager student. She hung on every word he said, and he—the attentive teacher—had used sweet words and seductive moves to guide her down this sordid academic path. She’d gone from a modest virgin to a total nympho in record time.
His cock moved in and out vigorously—long, thick, and proud. Damian didn’t have much time to waste; Danny and the rest of the squad were already waiting for him in the cafeteria, so he dialed up the intensity. He spared her nothing, pounding it in to the last imposing inch, totally untamed and in control, enjoying the slippery friction of her warm flesh.
“Dam ... aaahhh ... Dammmiaaahhhnnn...” was the only word she could manage in her lascivious intoxication. He gripped her breasts, using them like soft, firm handles. He was close to the edge, but as usual, she hit her peak first, rolling her eyes back like she was possessed and letting out those hysterical moans she adored.
He kept the pressure on with a smug grin, finally releasing his warm cream inside her with a long, satisfied, “Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!” Just like Amanda, Sally was diligently on the pill. One of the first things Pam had taught him was that condoms were a total buzzkill for pleasure, so ... why bother?
Panting but satisfied, he withdrew. As was the routine now, he brought his member right to her face, where her hospitable mouth was already open and waiting. For his “insatiable sluts,” this was part of the deal. If there was one thing Damian hated, it was getting his hands messy with cum and had zero interest in feeling sticky in his underwear all afternoon. He expected them to clean it thoroughly—from the tip to the base, balls included—with those submissive mouths that were more than happy to swallow every last drop of his “vigor.”
He reached down and idly fondled her breast, his touch almost clinical despite the words. “Aaahhh, how I love your body...” he said. Sally leaned into the touch, the cock still in her mouth, before pulling back just enough to ask a question that had been eating at her.
“Damian, do we really have to go to the movies all together on Saturday?”
He let out a sigh, his face shifting into a look of pure “here we go again” exasperation. “Sally, it’s not exactly a secret that I’m seeing Amanda too, right?” he started, revisiting a conversation they’d looped through multiple times. “And I need you two to start getting along. It’s better for everyone.”
She pouted, her eyes pleading as she went back to work. “It’s just ... I want you all to myself,” she whispered, swirling her tongue around the tip, trying to play the “sweet girl” card.
Poor, naive girl. As if a little pout could actually touch his conscience. He shrugged, completely indifferent to her emotional bid. “Amanda says the exact same thing. But you’re the ones who signed up for this. I told you from the jump how this was gonna go.”
Sally sighed, the defeat evident in her eyes as she continued to lick. “I know, I know...”
Damian waited a beat, letting the silence hang before delivering the kill shot. “Look, if you don’t want to come, I’ll just go with Amanda. Simple as that.”
“No, no! Of course I’m coming!” she chirped, the panic setting in instantly. “I’m not leaving you alone in the hands of that har—” She cut herself off the second she saw his eyes go cold. She knew he had zero tolerance for them cat-fighting over him. “ ... I’m definitely coming,” she finished, proving her loyalty by taking his soft shaft deep into her throat and burying her face in his pubic area. She even strained her tongue to reach his balls, desperate to please him.
“Hahaha! Bet. It’s gonna be a movie, literally,” he said, checking his watch. Without giving her another thought, he shifted his hips away, cutting off her favorite “snack” mid-lick. “I gotta move. The guys are waiting.”
He pulled up his gym shorts, leaving her lying there on the mats—legs spread, dazed, and completely abandoned.
As he reached the door, he paused for one last parting shot. “You should probably hurry up; the bell’s about to ring.” He flashed a smug, amused grin. “And Sally? Your lunch is dripping onto the floor.”
The girl gasped and instinctively slammed a hand over her crotch to stop the flow of his cream, biting her lip. She sat up quickly, using her fingers like a spoon to scoop the seed out from deep inside her, licking them clean with a frantic sort of devotion. Damian just chuckled to himself. He didn’t even stay to watch the part where she’d inevitably get on all fours trying to lick the drops off the mats—he’d seen that show before, and honestly, he had better things to do.
“See ya later...” he called out cheerfully, letting the door click shut behind him.
“Finally! The power couple has arrived!” Brent Miller called out, leaning back in his chair as Danny and Susy approached the table. Danny dapped up the guys, moving with a new level of confidence that came from being officially “in” with the elite squad. He took his seat right next to Damian, while Susy slid in across from Pam, the two girls immediately falling into a quiet, animated conversation.
Danny leaned in close to Damian, Toby, Dick, and Alec, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Sorry I’m late, boys. I would’ve been here sooner, but she wouldn’t let me leave until she’d licked every bit of evidence off my dick. I’m basically sterile at this point.”
The circle of boys erupted into muffled, chaotic laughter. Toby nearly spat out his drink, wheezing, “Man’s out here getting the full-service detail,” while Alec just gave a funny, slow, respectful nod.
Damian leaned in, throwing a heavy arm around Danny’s neck and pulling him into a tight huddle. “Living the dream, aren’t we, Altman?” he murmured, glancing over at Susy, who was trying to look busy nearby. “You look like you just hit the lottery.”
Danny’s grin was bordering on manic, his eyes bright with the thrill of it. “Bro, it’s not even a joke, and I’ve only just scratched the surface. Tutorial’s finished; we’re officially playing on ‘Legendary’ now. Haha!”
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