wannabedumb: Jake was walking home from the gym, to pick up his books for class, when a black SUV pu
wannabedumb: Jake was walking home from the gym, to pick up his books for class, when a black SUV pulled up beside him. The driver’s window slid down an inch and a voice from inside asked “Need a lift, stranger?” Ordinarily Jake wouldn’t ever get into a strange car, but the voice just sounded… trustworthy? Y’know? So he shrugged, said “sure” and opened the rear door. He buckled himself in and the car took off. “Thanks for the lift, pal” said Jake to the driver. “My pleasure. Anything to help out a stranger. You looked in a hurry anyway. Off to class?” “Yeah, home then class. Had to grab some books.” Jake found the voice intimidating, it was authoritative, but so kind. He felt his heart racing every time he spoke. “What’s the class you’re heading to?” it asked, sending electricity down Jake’s spine “Just some intro to biochemistry,” said Jake. “It’s really tough. I wasn’t expecting to have to put so much work into keeping up.” “Yes, I didn’t want to say anything but to be honest you don’t look the sort.” Jake caught the driver looking him over in the rearview mirror, his dark brow and bright green eyes flashing up and down. “What-?” The voice interrupted “I just meant that you look like you’d be more at home working out, looking so beautiful, than worrying about studying for classes. Sounds like a much more fulfilling life, don’t you think?” “Well, yeah actually. College has been so stressful. I feel so much more at home in the gym.” Had the driver put the air con on? Or the heating? “Oh yeah, with a face like yours, you have no business stuffing it with useless facts. You should be more concerned with looking your best. I mean, you were clearly never meant to be smart. Don’t you agree?” “Clearly… look my best… never meant … smart.” Jake was feeling really warm now. And a bit confused. All he could do was try and catch up with what the driver was saying. “Oh, are you feeling warm? I’l pull over so you can get some air in a minute. In the mean time, you should just try and relax. Forget anything you don’t need. Like books, or long words, or your address. Just focus on looking beautiful, and having people worship you.” “Just… beautiful … worship.” “The truly beautiful himbos don’t need shirts, do they Jake?” “No…” and Jake went to take it off “But you won’t ever need it again, will you? You should just rip it off? You’re strong enough.” “Yes…” and Jake grabbed his t-shirt, pulled at it with each arm until it slowly began ripping. The fibres came apart, revealing Jake’s gorgeous, toned, sweaty chest. “Atta boy. So what do you think?” “Think?” “Oh no sorry, boys like you don’t think. What do you want?” “Want to work out… want to look beautiful… want to be worshipped” “Good Jake. Now why don’t you get some air, and stretch before I take you home?” very GOOD JOCKBOY JAKE! you’ve gone all the way bro!JOCKBOY JAKE JOINED THE TEAM bro! -- source link