Story - Chubbs’ Revenge

Chubbs’ Revenge

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

He looked out across the wide table, staring at his fellow fraternity brothers, desperate to hide his elation as the assignment of pledges were handed out by the Fraternity President, Maurice. Inside, Chubbs smiled at that, wondering how in hell anyone named Maurice could become head of their little clique, but then again, he was a brain, and they all needed one of those types.

The Fraternity had been on a real downward spiral when he had first joined, mainly because they had no one with an ounce of brain matter to point out the tiny little points, that would either get them expelled, or not. Maurice was like an answer to a whole shitload of prayers. Better, he had made Chubbs his second in command.

This was to be their year. As a Senior, he looked forward to the perks that came with the rise in status. It was his turn to inflict on the new pledges what he had endured, though when people looked at him, no one would believe anyone would dare to cross him. After all, he wasn’t what you would call a ‘pretty boy’. He was a jock but not one of those fancy pant offensive types.

Chubbs was like the old style football player. More like Refrigerator Perry of Chicago Bears fame, and he played like it too. He had earned the rights to Defensive Captain in his Junior Year, because of how he attacked opposing Quarterbacks and Running Backs. He looked like Perry too, with a wide girth, legs that were bigger than some kids waist. He was tall too, 6foot 2inches and while he had a belly, you didn’t think of him as a jolly fat guy.

Listening to his brothers at Sigma Phi Tau accept their assignments, he couldn’t help but feel elated. He had drawn none other than Mister Super Star himself, ‘Ryan the Rifle’ Walters. He was highly recruited, and expected to lead their team to the National Championship, and he was your typical Quarterback, or so Chubbs thought.

He had the looks that made the girls swoon, with his long flowing hair, those sparkling eyes and handsome face. The long nose, the huge grin he always seemed to have, plus the chiselled body to go with it. Everything in the right proportions, and unlike Chubbs, he had a flat washboard stomach that made maybe drool.

Ryan wasn’t a bad sort, but the Coach had already warned Chubbs, to layoff. No full bore rush, no tackling even, as Ryan was protected. If those in front were beaten, he was to stop, not follow through. He hated that and glared at the Coach who made it clear. One wrong step and he’d bench him for the season. Granted, he had done more damage to his own QB’s than some of their opponents, but it wasn’t in him to hold back.

Now he had his chance, and there was squat the coach could do. Fraternity rights of passage were more sacred than even Football. The meeting was breaking up, and they were off to break the bad news to the waiting pledges, of who would be their Tormentor for the next two weeks. He stood up, noticing Maurice staring at him, that look in his face, the one he knew meant to watch his step. Maurice might be a geek, a 98 pound weakling, but he was smart. He knew exactly how much Chubbs had wanted to get even.

As he walked out, he couldn’t help but smile as he stared over at Ryan. He could see why the girls were all over him, drooling and willing to spread their legs. He was definitely a poster boy for handsome, but he didn’t care. He was a Quarterback.

‘You are mine Golden Boy’

Ryan stared up at the towering hunk. His eyes looked him up and down and then he stood up. He was as tall, well almost, as Chubbs, but no where near his size in weight.

‘Bring it on… Tubby’ was all he said. The use of the nickname made Chubbs’ smile turn into a frown. It was name that made him see red, and was one Ryan had taken to use in practice. It was a taunt, that he had to ignore on the field. Here he didn’t and as that realization hit him, the frown was once more turned into a smile. Well more of an evil grin, as he put his hands on his hips, and gave Ryan a look up and down.

‘Wait here… like a good little baby boy’

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed to his own room, not far off. He had a nice supply of goodies there, for his planned initiation and as he rummaged through several options, his smile grew as he found the one garment that seemed perfect.

The others had stood around, waiting to see what evil torment he had planned for their star pledge and student. Their eyes popped open when he returned, holding out the garment and held it up to Ryan’s middle.

‘Strip and put it on Baby Boy’ he commanded. The look that Ryan gave him was worth it. He could hear the snickers from around him, as he watched Ryan glare, then kick his runners off. Standing back up, Chubbs could see the anger in his eyes, the way they glared at him, but he didn’t care as he watched Ryan begin to unbutton his shirt.

He had to admit, he had a nice chest. The tiny hairs that covered some of his golden colored skin were light and his pecs were well formed, well defined too. The shirt dropped to the floor, and there were no tan lines around the upper arms, just bulging biceps that had everyone staring.

Ryan reached down for his pants, and undid the button, then the zipper. He kept staring at Chubbs, his jaw set, his lips firmly shut tight as he pushed the pants down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them, and tossed them onto the bench where he and the others had been sitting.

He was wearing jockey shorts, which surprised Chubbs but he couldn’t help but also notice the outline of Ryan’s cock. It was clearly visible and he hadn’t imagined it would be as big as it looked. He realized Ryan had seen him staring, and he grew angry as he saw the smirk cross the quarterback’s face.

As Ryan reached for the garment, Chubbs stopped him.

‘I said take everything off, I meant everything.’

Those around held their breath as Ryan stood up, glaring even more at Chubbs. His face began to redden, but it was his eyes that seemed to hold everyone’s attention. They looked like they were on fire, almost as if smoke was drifting out from behind them. Everyone wondered if Ryan would be the first pledge to fail.

It looked like it would be a test of wills, as Chubbs merely stood there, his hands on his hips, staring back at Ryan impassively. Then, it was all over, as Ryan reached down and pushed his shorts down his body. Everyone looked, to stare at the conflict, but Chubbs barely glanced down, despite the desire to see.

He took a quick peek, noticing that Ryan had no tan line whatsoever. His tanned body was the same from top to bottom, and he saw the small growth of pubic hair bristling around a rather impressive looking cock.

Ryan picked up the garment, an extra large diaper and without taking his eyes from Chubbs’ face, he managed to cover himself up. A safety pin, oversized from a local joke was placed on the side. Chubbs smiled as he noticed that the fit was tight, that Ryan’s balls were being pushed up by the diaper.

Glancing at his watch, Chubbs felt like he had found the perfect way to start off his planned revenge on Golden Boy. His smile couldn’t be kept hidden as he looked at the comical figure that Ryan had become. ‘You can go about your schedule now’ he told him and turned away to head off.

‘You serious? You going to make me wear this all day?’

Chubbs turned around and gave him his patented game day stare. ‘I’ll decide how long you have to wear that after supper. Report to my room and I’ll give you my decision then, until then, you bet sunshine, that’s what you wear until I say otherwise… unless you want to quit now?’

‘Not a chance… Tubby’

Ryan’s defiance only made Chubbs stare harder, a small evil smirk crossing his face, as he watched Ryan pick up his books, and head off. Chubbs watched, enjoying briefly how his butt cheeks looked in the snug fitting diaper. He had to admit, they were a nice pair. Round One was his, he thought as he headed off to his own classes.

Sitting in his room, Chubbs figured that he had won round two as well, though he had to say, round three had gone to Ryan. Round Two had been when the Coach had gotten him out of class, demanding he show some respect for Ryan, and not make him walk around in diapers. He had refused, knowing that football practice was going to be a real bitch but he didn’t care. He was having his own back at Ryan and the coach.

Round Three was different. Many knew who he was, after all he was the defensive star, and it didn’t seem to matter to them anymore. Even his girth didn’t seem to hold any power as everywhere he went, he was sneered at, pointed to. The Student Body it seemed didn’t enjoy his sense of humor and they made it well known.

Someone had put a baby rattle hanging from his locker handle, covered in something he didn’t want to think about. Others would call him ‘tubby’ as they walked past. Always fast enough so he couldn’t grab them either, which infuriated him at times. Still, he wasn’t the one walking around in diapers.

The head cheerleader had even dared called him out on it, telling him how he was being mean because he couldn’t get a date. Little did she know that he really didn’t give a shit about that. Still, it had hurt a little, as she made fun of him, calling him a sadistic blimp. Like a balloon could be anything. Still, it had made him wince, which is what she had wanted.

Sitting alone, waiting for his pledge to show up, he wondered what they would do or say when he upped the ante a bit? Maybe he should tone it down, but the guy deserved every bit of it, after all he was a Quarterback.

The knock on his door broke his reverie, and he knew it was time for his amusement. After is growl, the door opened, and in came his pledge, but he didn’t look frightened or even worried. In fact, he had a smug look on his face, as if he and not Chubbs was the Pledge Master.

‘Now what Tubby? A tutu or what?’

Chubbs stared at the haughty expression. He hated being called ‘tubby’ but he wasn’t about to let him see how it pissed him off. Though he was fairly certain Ryan knew it, which is why he kept using that name.

‘You need to be taught some manners’

‘Do I? Tubby?’

‘GRAB YOUR ANKLES’ he yelled, as he reached for the paddle across his bed.

Ryan just smiled as he did what he was told to do. As he did, he muttered ‘Jealous you can’t grab yours? Tubby.’

His hand moved quickly, bringing the hard wooden paddles down from over his head. He heard it hit the soft cheeks, heard Ryan grunt and watched as he staggered forwards. It was what he had wanted, as he pulled his hand back, raising it again, then once more he let it come flying down with all his force. Chubbs heard the swish of air as the wooden paddle flew down and once more hit Ryan’s soft flesh.

The sound of his pain, echoed in the room. Once more Chubbs watched his bend over body struggle to hold its position. Once more he saw the legs quiver, as the pain was moving through his whole body. The way the legs were tensed, the way they quivered. He could hear Ryan panting, as he commanded him to remove the soft padded diapers, to take his lesson like a man.

Ryan turned his head, glowering as he told him to do it himself. He had spat the words out, including the name that made Chubbs furious, ‘tubby’. It was like he was being taunted, and he stepped forward, and ripped at the Velcro fastener, pulling the diapers off and flinging them off to one side.

He stepped back, saw the growing red across both cheeks, as once more he got ready to strike. Though this time, he stepped to one side, so as to bring a more forceful blow against those cheeks, to wipe that smirk off Ryan’s face.

Standing there, he noticed the cock sticking out, saw the balls dangling and he licked his lips, as he ordered Ryan to spread his legs wider. He watched as the cock seemed to be growing, but he reared back with his hand. As far as he could go, he leaned back and then like a batter striking at a fast ball, he brought his hand forward, throwing all of his enormous weight behind the arm.

The sound was tremendous, as the wood slammed into Ryan’s buttocks. He heard the cry, as the sound just seemed to echo on and on in the room. Ryan staggered forward, no longer able to hold his body steady. His cry was still reverberating as he moved forward, putting his hands out to not fall face forward.

He fell onto the bed, as Chubbs just watched. He saw the hard cock between the legs, wedged up against his bed. There was no mistaking the huge welt across both cheeks, as it was turning a bright red. He knew it would soon darken, eventually turn into a purple bluish color. Yet even as he enjoyed his handiwork, he couldn’t help but notice the throbbing cock.

Chubbs could feel his own organ growing, becoming stiff inside his pants. It wasn’t usual for him to get so aroused, specially over some Quarterback’s dick, but he was. In some ways, he had to respect Ryan as well. While he had cried out, it wasn’t a plea for mercy.

‘Enjoying the view… Tubby?’

‘You don’t know when to shut up, do you Mister Super Star’

‘That what’s pissing you off? That I am good?’

‘No, that somehow you are special, that you are untouchable.’

Ryan rolled over on the bed, to stare up at Chubbs. His face wasn’t glaring, but had a thoughtful look to it, as he studied Chubbs. His cock was still fully aroused, as he pulled himself up on the bed, and leaned up, with his legs pulled up. He stared at Chubbs with a strange look, that made Chubbs stand still, feeling a bit uncertain.

‘It’s about the Coach telling you to go easy, isn’t it?’

‘Partially, maybe’

‘And that you hate guys like me, Quarterbacks?’

‘I guess’

Ryan stared at Chubbs, who stared back. They just looked at each other for what seemed like hours, but was just a few minutes. Finally, Ryan broke the silence.

‘Why? Is it because we get more attention, I mean you don’t know me, and for the record, I told the Coach I’d rather you come after me full tilt, than hold back. So, why?’

Now it was his turn to look thoughtful. He wasn’t sure what to say, or how. The sight of Ryan laying there, his cock no longer fully erect, but still visible was distracting him. He couldn’t help staring at it, every few seconds, knowing that Ryan could see.

‘I didn’t know that.’

‘It’s the truth. But why?’

‘I suppose it’s that you get all the attention, that you get the credit for winning the games, when there are 21 other guys who helped make it all happen, and most of us on the other side, we get barely a notice. That and the attitude you all seem to have.’

‘You don’t make it easy for us to not have an attitude, but I hear what you are saying.’

‘No, don’t think you do. The one’s before you, they were all wusses. The way they’d complain if I hit them too hard. Or bitch because I forced them to look back at practice when the girls were all there.’

‘You like the sound of bones crunching, of air being forced out after a good hard hit, don’t you?’

‘Yeah, that’s football man.’

‘Yep’

‘You agree? But… Uh…’

‘I am a quarterback? Not all of us are wimps. The sound of laying a good hit on someone, man its sweet dude.’

‘Damn right it is.’

He couldn’t believe how different he felt, and yet as he looked at Ryan, he felt like he did understand, like he did agree that football was about slamming into each other, the stronger surviving, to do it all again. Looking at Ryan, he felt like something strange was happening. It was almost as if they were just meeting for the first time, gaining an understanding of shared beliefs, that not many ever understood.

Chubbs let the paddle fall to his side, as they locked eyes. He saw a different look, a different feel coming from Ryan. There wasn’t any hostility now, and somehow all of his anger, seemed to be a thing of the past. They just looked at each other, understanding each other without saying a word.

Ryan shoved himself down, and got off the bed. He stood toe to toe with Chubbs, smiled and then leaned over the bed. He pushed his legs away from the bed, and widen his stance.

He looked up and over his shoulder at Chubbs, smiled as he said : ‘I am ready, give it your best… Tubby’

The term no longer seemed to upset him. He grinned, matching Ryan’s own huge smile. He lifted the paddle up, striking the palm of his other hand a few times, before he asked: ‘You sure?’

‘You ain’t the only big defensive end out there, so yeah, I am ready.’

The hand was quick, as he struck before Ryan could fully finish speaking. He heard the escape of air from Ryan’s lungs, as he pulled the paddle back, and once more sent it flying towards Ryan’s quivering cheeks. His eyes watched the skin turning red, making a sharp contrast to the bluish purple welts already showing. The golden flesh above and below were a sharp contrast in color as the paddles struck a third time, then a fourth.

Each time he heard Ryan grunt, and he began to notice how his cock would shake, as well as how hard it had once more become. Licking his lips, he continued to swing the paddle, counting off the times, as his eyes feasted on the hard throbbing pole that jerked with each whack on Ryan’s ass.

The sounds were muted, as he kept a steady pace up. Pulling back, then using his arm’s momentum only to fuel the force behind his swings. He could hear the whacks, see the marks immediately show, but not once did Ryan beg him to stop. He leaned there, taking each blow, wincing at some, barely moving at others.

Chubbs pulled back for another swing, when Ryan fell forward onto the bed. He quickly turned over onto his back, and looked up at Chubbs. His face was dripping from sweat, and there was a drop or two of blood around his lips, as he panted. ‘Here.. take it..’

Ryan had hold of his cock, and was stroking it furiously, it was held out towards Chubbs, who looked at it, saw the cock was coated by a silver sheen, as Ryan was pulling on it. He didn’t know why, but he dropped the paddle, and went forward.

He fell to his knees, his head between Ryan’s legs. He looked up at him, saw the glazed look in his eyes. ‘Go on, take it Chubbs, I can’t hold it back… take it’

Chubbs leaned forward, and placing his hands on the thighs he let Ryan push his cock forward. His mouth opened, as he took the hot pole between his lips. He heard Ryan moan as he let his mouth open, let the throbbing pole slide further in, while he lowered his head slowly over it. The taste of cum was all over the cock, as took it all into his mouth, until his head was resting on the trembling belly of the Quarterback. His nose pushed hard into the pubic region, and all he could hear was the roar of his thundering heart.

He moved his head back, then back down. Up and then down, again and he felt the legs trembling, felt the muscles shifting as his head bopped on Ryan’s cock. He could hear him moaning, feel his bed shaking as Ryan’s hand pounded on it. Then he felt the whole body stiffen, felt the thighs grow cold as the blood rushed away. The cock in his mouth suddenly seemed to grow thicker, and feel hotter.

The cock head, touching the back of his throat, suddenly reared back, and he knew Ryan was about to cum. The strangled voice telling him that followed that realization, and his lips tightened their hold. His fingers dug into Ryan’s thighs, until they hit bone. He heard the grunt, the loud ‘oh God’ and then he felt it.

The head shot forward banging up against the back of his throat. The hips beneath him shot upwards, driving the cock as far in as possible. He felt his throat constrict, felt the panic, that he tried to quell, as Ryan’s cock began to explode into his mouth.

The hot salty taste overwhelmed him, as it came rushing out in a steady stream, then the head pulled back, then shot forward again as more of the thick cream flowed out. Chubbs swallowed quickly, tasting Ryan’s seed, enjoying it more than any he had ever tasted before. His eyes were shut tight, but he quickly opened them for a brief glance upwards.

He could see the face, see the chest heaving as Ryan struggled with the orgasm that was rolling through his body. He could see the beads of sweat dancing on the golden flesh, from the enormous tremors that were racing through Ryan. His own body was shaking too, as he felt the cum sliding down his throat, filling his mouth, and trying to drip out. Swallowing even faster, he felt the final spasm, just before the last of Ryan’s cum dribbled out into his mouth.

Chubbs leaned back on his haunches. His face was flushed, as he wiped the odd remnants of Ryan’s cum off his lips with his tongue. He stared out at the Quarterback, unsure of just how things had changed around so fast. One minute he was pissed wanting to beat the crap out of him, now he had just taken his load.

It took several minutes before Ryan stopped his heavy breathing. The sweat was drying, as he leaned up, on his elbows to look at Chubbs.

‘No more diapers, okay Tubby?’

Chubbs laughed, as he sat down, his back leaning up against a chair. His eyes were sparkling, as he no longer found the word painful. They had come to an understanding, as he looked up at Ryan. His legs were spread apart, and he could see the dangling balls, the softened cock that only minutes earlier had been spurting its juice down his throat.

‘Okay, no more diapers, but that tutu idea, now that has merits.’

Ryan looked at Chubbs, then both of them burst out laughing. Their laughter grew as Chubbs took out a purple colored chiffon tutu outfit from his discarded bag.

‘You can wear it over your pants, tomorrow.’