Earth, XXI century. Dylan Jock, 20 years old, light skin, tall and muscular, brown eyes, and dark shaved hair. He woke up happy that morning. He did it. For the amusement of his parents and himself, he got a scholarship. It wasn’t because of his intellect, no. Most of the time he was struggling about having good grades and his only major talent was being big and strong… and mean… Therefore, he did what he knew he could do, cheat. He cheated a lot. Lied to his parents, lied to his friends (he didn’t consider them as friends anyway), lied to his many girlfriends. To be short, he was a douchebag. Everyone knew he wasn’t exactly the nicest person out there, but they were expecting him to change, to take this new opportunity to be someone likable, at least. They have never thought about how low he got to get this opportunity. He paid someone to make some blackmail, got some money from some ‘schemes’ and he was walking around like it wasn’t any big deal. He liked to mean it. He was big, muscular, and powerful. He felt like he was the last piece of the cake and didn’t care about manners any more. Instead of getting better, he was getting worse.
A new day, a new place to be bossy, to be THE boss. Dylan dreamed how good this new day would be and he didn’t care at all about what would happen today. If he were mad, someone would suffer the consequences, no matter who that person was. He knew how to be discreet, to take his time taking someone to a secluded place, to beat one or two, or even three at once, if he needed to. He would just wash his hands and would act as if he wasn’t the one, even though he clearly was. He was good at acting that way. Way too good.
Full of himself, Dylan had a nice shower, looked at his dark short hair wearing a towel, brushed his teeth, and put his favorite clothes on, some pretty baggy clothes. Gray sweatpants, gray hoodies, sneakers and, his favorite part, some pink trunks. Dylan heard some young women talking about how: “only true men wear pink” and “how they would love to see the pack full”. Dylan fell for that pretty hard not thinking how it can be different from other girls. He got for himself this pair of trunks after stealing them from a shop. At home, he tried it out and he loved how his pack was looking bigger than he thought while stuffing it.
— Perfect — he said to himself, loving how smooth and good looking that underwear was looking at himself in the mirror.
Dylan never thought about liking pink. If his mom would try to convince him to do that, he would have ripped those undies to shreds before they would reach his crotch. However, today it was different. Only hot girls would see his underwear. If any guy would see them, he would end with his life before the day ends. That was what he had in mind. He was sure to do that no matter what.
He was ready for his first day at college. He was ready to kill.
Niles Pride, 20 years old, short and skinny, brown eyes and light brown hair. He had just woke up from a nightmare. He clearly saw a huge dark figure pursuing him in the middle of a desert. He tried to run away, but the creature wouldn’t leave him behind. Niles jumped out of bed, sure he was out of reach, and noticed he was on his bedroom floor.
— Man! What a dream! The hell with that! — Niles got up just to look at his alarm clock. — Fuck! I’m late!
He got up, had put on any clothes he had found that wasn’t smelly, brushed his teeth quickly, and got some lunch his mom had prepared for him before going to work.
— For good luck — he read on a small paper. — Thanks, mom!
He passed in front of the mirror close to the door and looked at himself. He saw his plain grey long sleeve shirt, his blue jeans, and checked if his red underwear black waistband was showing. It was, and he loved it. He checked his face looking at his Black fair skin to see if he got any new freckles since last time, and tapped slightly to put his short curly hair in place.
— Maybe today I will find the man of my dreams! — He said to himself.
He had put his white tennis shoes on, checked if everything he needed was in his bag, and went out of his home. The bus he needed to take just passed in front of him and he ran to the bus stop.
— Fuck! What a way to start the day! Driver! Please, stop!
Dylan got out of his car, trying to look like the boss he knew he was. He tried to look casual, spotted some hot chicks talking and he made his way to them. Until he noticed something going down his legs.
Niles got out of the bus in a hurry and felt someone pushing him, making him trip. He tried to get up, but could only get forward, forward, forward… until he was about to face the ground and reached for whatever was in front of him, touching something bubbly and soft, pulling Dylan baggy pants down in the process. His pink trunks almost descended with his pants, but a quick knees movement kept it up. Eventually, they were down enough to show Dylan’s stuffing, which revealed to be a pair of socks folded to look like a bulge. Niles looked up and saw a piece of heaven partially uncovered above him.
Dylan was mortified. The hot girls in front of him were laughing out loud from that comic scene and getting his pants back up felt like taking forever. He thought they were nice at first, but they were actually pretty mean women. They put their phone cameras on and were taking photos and snickering about how stupid the big guy in front of them was looking.
— He’s already big enough to learn how to use socks on his feet — one of the girls said.
— No way! He must have one that is smaller than my pinky! — Said another.
— I bet he loves his boyfriend! The two of them must love pink underwear!
That last one almost killed Dylan, who was bright red. The hot girls left him, still laughing out loud. He looked back and found Niles getting up.
— YOU! — Shouted Dylan, now red with anger. — You will pay for that!
— I’m… — Niles barely could say a thing, as his voice got high pitched. — I’m sorry… I tripped and…
— It doesn’t matter! — Dylan said, poking Niles’ chest with his index finger. — You. Are. Done. Today!
Dylan left Niles for a while. The poor Niles swallowed dry feeling he was about to die mixed with instant love.
— What a man! God! What just happened? He's so big, manly, and… Oh, noes! Does he want to kill me?
He hoped he could spot anyone he knew from high school in the hope they could help him.
— He must work those muscles… Oh, so big!
The day passed and Niles couldn't shake the feeling that the big guy he saw was looking at him, even though he didn’t know where he was.
— I wonder what he would do to me… No! What I’m thinking! He’s bad! Bad! And hot! Dammit!
He was shaky through all periods, from the first to the last one. During the break for lunch, Niles felt he was being watched by his executioner the most, and barely touched his favorite lunch.
— No… I must be going crazy! I want him to look at me! I wonder what he would do if he… No! Stop! He is going to kill me! I should go home!
Niles blinked for a moment and suddenly, the last period ended and Niles noticed he was left behind, scared and daydreaming, as he saw the college strangely empty for the time, but he shrugged about it as he thought it was just normal for the first day. He could barely breathe looking outside to the college’s park and his fear took over him again. He was alone now, there was no one around, the day was ending soon and he needed to run for his life. He took a deep breath. Looked out again and saw no one.
— Maybe if I’m fast enough…
Niles took another deep breath. Looking to both sides, he made his way to the park. Always looking. “Just some more steps”, he thought to himself, “just some more…” Niles didn’t finish his thought, as he felt a strong hit knocking him to the ground and then he was turned up to see his foe’s face. He tried to look around, to call for help, but the hit took his breath and the weight over him was too heavy.
— I told you would pay… — said Dylan, taking Niles’ shirt off without any effort. — Good things happen to those who wait.
“God! He’s stripping me!” thought Niles.
Dylan turned over Niles, still keeping him firmly on the ground and aimed for the boy’s pants. Niles was mesmerized by Dylan’s round backside pressing over his chest. “Fuck! He’s too hot!”
— Most people just turn back and go home, so I would have more work to find them — Dylan burst Niles’ pants fly open. — But you! You are bold! — Dylan pulled Niles’ pants down and off, removing his shoes in the process. — But courage is for fools!
Niles was now naked, except for his red underwear. Dylan got up, taking Niles with him, and covered the small boy mouth with his big hand and pressed him against the tree he had jumped from to hit Niles.
— So weak… — Dylan smiled. — Do you know what I do to weak people? I use them and throw them in the trash. Let’s see how long you can take it…
Niles was weeping, wetting his face in tears. “No! Please, someone, help!” he shouted to himself. “Anyone!” Niles was almost losing consciousness when he saw something in the sky. He tried to warn Dylan about it, pointing it out.
— Are you trying to scare me? Me?! The fear is afraid of me! — Dylan looked down, at Niles’ red underwear and smiled.
Then a sudden strong wind blow called Dylan’s attention. He was still holding Niles down and looked back, seeing the boy’s clothes and some other things flying up to the sky.
— What the hell…
The wind was getting stronger and soon Dylan was losing his balance, getting hold onto the tree and letting Niles go.
"Dear God, a twister? A tornado?" Niles thought, “But the sky was bright blue the whole day!”
He didn’t have much time to think, as he felt his body being dragged by the strange wind. With not many places to hold, he tried the last one he could try, embracing Dylan’s legs.
— Let me go, you son of a bitch! — Dylan shouted shaking his legs, now suspended in the air as the air pressure raised.
— Please! — Said Niles being muffled by the wind and making funny faces. — I don’t wanna die!
Dylan didn’t hear him and was trying to keep hold onto the tree as he could. Niles was waving in the air now and loving the view of Dylan’s legs. “God, if I’m gonna die… Let me see it one more time…” he thought to himself, as he was climbing Dylan’s legs. One hand after the other and he was close enough to reach for Dylan’s plumber crack. Niles reached out and, as he thought, the baggy clothes wouldn’t hold him down for so long and the pants slipped a little. He held himself tight to Dylan’s leg and tried again, aiming for his underwear this time.
“So close and so far…” he thought to himself, as he grabbed Dylan’s trunks and again he slipped. Niles stared hard at Dylan’s round back as much as he could, and Dylan cried feeling his pants getting down. He tried to shake Niles away, but the boy wouldn’t let go. The pressure raised again and this time Dylan’s clothes didn’t hold Niles anymore and he flew away, up to the sky, still holding Dylan’s pants and underwear.
— What the fuck! — Dylan shouted.
The air pressure lowered slowly and Dylan tried to recover his breath again.
— What the fuck! — He shouted louder this time.
Strangely enough, the college bell ringed and a crowd took over the park, easily spotting and surrounding Dylan. The first ones to talk were the trio of mean women:
— Do you weirdoes don’t get tired? — Said one.
— Pantless to show off your little pinky to us? — said the second.
— I bet he wants to jerk off after this! — Laughed out loud the third.
Dylan had enough. He would try to be gentle to hot chicks, but this was getting too far below his rank. Dylan menacingly spread his hands, aiming for the closest woman’s neck. Then another weird gust blew, so quick and so strong Dylan couldn’t think twice about what was happening. As he put his hands up a little, it was more than enough to make his baggy hoodie, his last piece of clothing, to be blown away. When Dylan came back to himself, no one cared about the wind strange behavior or how up in the sky his hoodie went. The crowd around him only cared to look at his goodies and to record everything. Dylan felt himself getting smaller and crushed by those people's eyes. The laugh, the bad words, everything was making Dylan dizzy. In his last moment of sanity, he ran to his car, only to remember he lost his keys as they were inside his pants. He couldn’t do much, as he needed to run stark naked to his home. A long, long way to his home.
Dylan didn’t learn his lesson, but he never went back to college ever again. He also would treat things a little more carefully every time someone tried to pull his pants down.
What about Niles? There was a magical portal in the sky that opened exclusively to take him to a mysterious land… While he was wearing only his red slip undies and holding onto Dylan’s pants and underwear.
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