#rigo;;

[testcsterone1x1]

@douchebagsfortestosterone​

rigo is a constant target of henry's bullying for being a fag, but one night rigo catches henry fucking a professor and records. uses it as blackmail, henry basically becomes a bottom + rigo's sugar daddy

this is exactly the same type of shit henry pulls and turning the tables on him gives rigo the biggest fucking power trip. he looms down patting the other’s shoulder a little roughly while he lets the vid playing on the phone do all the talking for him. “i don’t know what it looks like to you, bud, but it seems like the “straightest fucking stud” in school really does play for the other team.” rigo smirks, knowing he made sure to film long enough to get a clear shot of henry’s face. suddenly, years of being screwed with by henry wilde seemed to fade away. for the first time, rigo was going to be on top. “now, i’m a reasonable guy. i’ll make sure that this video, and all of its copies, never get sent to anyone. all you’ve got to do is give up a few things,” he says, practically bursting at the seems as he arrives at the good part. “like your ass. you’re gonna open yyour hole up to this fag whenever i call on you. and your bank account too of course. you just love to brag about how much more money you have than me, don’t you? well, now it’s mine. and so is anything else i want from you. understand, bitch.” 

[testcsterone1x1]

@douchebagsfortestosterone​

‘shit shit shit!’ it was a stupid bet, one rigo didn’t give a second thought to making because he had no chance of losing. a chance to humiliate a beta cuck? check. a chance to flaunt his alpha-male status to the whole school? double-check. he almost popped a boner before the bench press contest just thinking about all the videos he’ll get to take of him bitching out the only guy in school who could challenge his status as ‘top stud’. the rules were simple: bench your max, the loser has to present themselves face down ass up to the winner whenever summoned. one day for every pound of difference between what they could lift. rigo is still struggling to wrap his head around how he lost by sixty pounds equating to a sixty-day sentence. for two whole months, he’ll lose control of his life, his body, and his masculinity. and today is only the first day. he may be in position, but he couldn't swallow his shame enough to strip completely. his dick is hidden by his shorts and his features are hidden by his hat, good thing too because when he pulls up the message that made his phone chime rigo just about loses his shit. “oh, what the fuck man? how many people did you send this to? i thought i’m just supposed to be ... available to you!” the added caption signifying open season on his cherry-pucker shakes him to his core. rigo’s shoved his dick up the unexpected asses of countless girls. he always gets off on hearing the way they cry and scream. will his experience be just as brutal? how many guys are going to show up now? “you can’t do this! this wasn’t the deal!”