Fucked by your own prank (Patreon)

This is a story by rubberpupthoughts that I expanded a bit in a tumblr reblog. The original post from him had a more explicit photo, different room, different guy, different angle, but very similar pose. The tumblr heuristic, or diligent gnomes, found it to break their content guidelines, so it was blocked. A while back he however posted his original story again with a new photo, so I dug up the old text I had and gave it a quick polish.

From the dark room, Jake listened. Guys hooted to loud music and cheered others on as they drank. The frat party downstairs was in full swing. He flicked on his phone to illuminate Ryan's messy room and walked over to his bed. Once there he wondered why he hadn't just flicked the light switch. Nervousness perhaps. He'd been working for this for months, and finally he was about to get even with the bane of his existence, Ryan the asshole, tormentor of not just Jake but quite a few of the other freshmen as well.

"Time to turn you into the pathetic fuckboi you deserve to be," he mumbled and started to tap the headboard, the pillow, and other parts of the bed while whispering the incantation. The bed's half made sheets stirred and briefly shed a faint light.

Jake grinned. The spell was placed. No one knew he studied magic on his free time. If Ryan knew he would probably beat Jake for that as well, telling him what a DnD nerd he was.

A light knock on the door made Jake jump. He dropped his phone on a sweatshirt on the floor, from which it bounced under the bed with a rattle. His failed attempt to catch it made him trip over a pair of sneakers on the floor, but caught himself on the bed. Jake realized too late what a mistake he had made.

An invisible force pulled him into the air by his wrists and ankles. It threw him against the headboard and pulled his ankles over his head. Magic ropes materialized from nothing and securely held him in place in an awkward position, ass up. He knew no physical force would be able to snap the ropes or pull him out of his position. He also knew the spell wasn't finished with him yet.

Like sand Jake's clothes fell off his body and disappeared into nothing. His body hair disappeared in the same way. Lastly a small shock shivered through his body as his exposed asshole was filled with cold lube and started oozing out.

Jake struggled against the magic bonds, even though he knew it was pointless. He would be stuck, fully exposed, in the dark room for 666 minutes. Unless he had made a mistake in his research or his incantation of course. Goosebumps tickled their way across his butt and he was starting to get an erection as the last parts of the spell took action. A few passages from an old Egyptian spell that would have kept Ryan hot and horny while trapped. He had wondered what it would feel like, and now he would learn.

The knock rapped again, but no one entered. When Jake heard light footsteps leading away, he relaxed. Maybe he could unravel the spell before anyone found him. He opened his mouth to whisper an unbinding spell, but instead a loud moan came out. The trap worked as intended.

More footsteps, leading back to the room. The door flung open and the lights flooded the room. It was Ryan leading a girl into the room.

"Don't worry, the guys won't bother us up here. What's wrong?"

Ryan followed the gaze of his girl to see Jake, ass-up, in bed.

"What the fuck, dude!"
"Maybe I should leave you boys alone," the girl snickered.
"No, baby! It's not like that!"
"Sure. Whatever."

Ryan cursed as his hook-up stomped away. He spun around with a clenched fist, and Jake renewed his struggle against the spell.

"Well, since you ruined my night," Ryan growled. He walked over and placed a warm hand on Jake’s buttcheek, then ran his thumb over Jake’s lubed hole. Jake moaned loudly despite himself.

"I don't normally do dudes, but a fleshlight is a fleshlight. I think I’ll get some action after all. Maybe some more brothers want to have a go once I’m done."