The Star Player

[Content warning: violence]

“C’mon coach… It was just a joke…” Tyler whined as he sat across from the coach’s desk. It wasn’t the first time the older man had to talk to the star basketball player. He’d always been a bit of a hot shot since he’d joined the team, but now it was getting on his nerves. It didn’t matter how good of a player he was if he was going to go around harassing the other students on campus. 

Coach Johnson had always figured himself to be a good judge of character but somehow this one just slipped by him. He hadn’t realized just how much of a handful Tyler would actually be. Most people mature when they go to college, Tyler seemed to regress. Stupid pranks, like the bucket on the door trick or stealing guy’s clothes before a match, were played to an annoying degree. “I don’t much care for your jokes…” he growled. His white mustache covered his mouth as he pursed his lips. 

“Okay. Fine. I’ll go apologize,” Tyler rolled his eyes as he dismissed the idea. Even if he did apologize it was going to be halfhearted and insincere. He didn’t care about Hunter’s embarrassment at all. Everyone on the team knew the kid was gay. But only Tyler seemed to care. He made sure to make it the focal point of everyone’s attention and make sure to say it at least once during anytime they were in a room together. But it wasn’t until they were in a room alone together that Tyler decided that he wanted to be a bit more 'handsy', to put it politely. Supposedly, at some point he’d thought Hunter had been checking him out, only to realize that the other young man actually was far more interested in people who weren’t self-entitled douchebags. 

“Apologize…” Coach Johnson grumbled. “You’ll do a lot more than just fucking apologize! You do understand what you did was a crime!” he raised his voice as he slammed his fist onto the desk. Hunter wasn’t one to complain. He never did. He took his lumps and pretended they were deserved. But honestly, no one believed that he should have. He was on the team just like everyone else. Fairly likable guy too. But Tyler seemed to disagree.

“What? He fucking liked it! Don’t you see how he looks at me? If anything, I did him a favor… And you want me to do more?”

Coach let out a scary laugh. His head was lowered and he was doing his best to try to control it. “You bet your fucking ass you’ll do more…” his voice was low and controlled. There was no way to measure the amount of anger seeping through it.

For a second Tyler was a bit nervous. He’d never seen someone with such a devil in his eyes. The fact that Coach Johnson actually scared him for a second was enough of a testament to the strength behind the man. “More? You do understand you can’t make me do anything right? I’m just going to complain to the chair and then you’ll be at risk for losing your job…”

But that didn’t seem to quell the anger inside Coach Johnson at all. If anything it only emboldened him more. His eyes flashed a glint of gold as he stared deep into Tyler’s. There was no fear. Only anger. “They’ll have to believe you first.”

“Wh-What does that mean?” Tyler paused. Sweat started to form around his brow. He looked side eye at the older man wondering just what he could possibly mean by that. Coach Johnson didn’t say anything. “What does that mean?” People normally backed down. They didn’t continue to threaten him. Coach just smiled pleasantly at the young athlete.

“Nothing you need to worry about. After all I can’t do anything to you,” Coach hummed. “You’re free to go.”

Again Tyler paused. Something was telling him that something was up. He could feel it in his stomach. Never had an administrator been able to make him feel so intimidated before. Moreover, without doing a single thing to him. He slowly stood up at his tall lean 6’7” height and headed out the door. So many questions ran through his mind but he didn’t know what ones to ask. “You’re just being a fucking pussy,” he consoled himself. “Coach Johnson can’t do anything…” 

In walked Hunter, sweaty from practicing out in the gym. The other student did his best to ignore Tyler, but it didn’t matter. “Hey fag,” Tyler started off. He leaned up against Hunter’s locker closing it on him.

“Hey,” Hunter stood stiff as he felt Tyler’s presence looming over him. By most people’s standards, Hunter wasn’t short. At 6’1” he still stood a lot taller than other students on his college campus. But compared to the college basketball players he did find himself looking up rather often. With his smaller frame he made sure that he was quick. He dodged and weaved under the other players and knew how to get them open. It didn’t even matter that he needed to take several extra steps to get across the court just as fast as anyone else out there. 

“Look man, I’m sorry,” Tyler stated.

“Okay,” Hunter stated back. He still stared straight ahead, looking at nothing but the gray locker. All he was waiting for was Tyler to get bored and leave. 

“Okay?” Tyler repeated. His neutral, unapologetic tone shifted to something a bit more angry. “What do you mean okay?”

“Nothing,” Hunter said.

“Nothing?” Tyler was getting a bit antsy. No one disrespected him like this. “The fuck you mean nothing? Look I’m trying to fucking apologize. No need to be an asshole about it.” He slammed his hand against the locker, the loud bang echoed through the concrete walls. 

“I don’t know how you want me to respond.” Still Hunter didn’t look over. His eyes stared straight ahead, while his hands shook.

“Are you fucking joking! How about you act like a normal person and say something like, ‘apology accepted?’ Huh?” he jutted his head forward invading what little space remained between the two. 

“Because I don’t accept it,” Hunter stated.

Tyler hit the locker another three times with the side of his fist. A deep breath of air went through his nose as he tried to hold back his anger. He pursed his lips. “Listen man. I don’t have to fucking do this. Coach told me to come apologize. And I told him to fuck off. But you know I’m still doing it. Alright?” 

“And I’m still not accepting it.”

“Oh you!” Tyler punched the locker, dinting a piece of it. “You’ve got to have some fucking balls on ya! You know I kind of respect that. But I ain’t playing around anymore. Coach ain’t gonna do anything. And you ain’t gonna do shit. You’d best hope I don’t find you in here alone again. Cause next time that pretty little mouth of yers won’t be able ta say such stupid shit.” He leaned up nice and close to Hunter’s ear, then whispered. “You got that?”

“I got it,” Hunter breathed. He could feel each and every angry breath from the other man. 

“Good,” his big hand gripped Hunter’s shoulder tightly squeezed it. “Good… Good…” he repeated, tapping the man on the shoulder. “I’m glad you see it my way.” Tyler fought the anger that was still brewing inside him. He hated everything about Hunter. Even as he was leaving back to his truck, he could feel his hatred rising back up. There were so many things he wanted to do to that little asshole of his. He couldn’t believe just how indignant someone so much lower status than him, could possibly be.

He headed back to his truck in the campus parking lot and hopped into it. The tall supped up truck always made him feel like the biggest guy around. It was also the only thing that fit his giant of a body. Everyone had to look up to him and he loved it. His height made him perfect for basketball and he was built enough that no one wanted to mess with him. He loved watching guys side step while he was at places with his girlfriend. Their awestruck eyes as they watched him walk by always reminded him that he was superior. 

Not to mention in other places as well. He’d always known that Hunter loved that big cock of his. Even if height didn’t necessarily correlate with size, Tyler had always felt pride in how well-endowed he was. He’d walk around the locker room showing off his monster of a dick and waving it in other guy’s faces. It wasn’t gay. It was just a joke. But the number of times he’d ‘caught’ Hunter looking over at him was enough to get him the idea that he could do whatever he wanted to the guy. 

“Fag…” Tyler spit out his window thinking about the way Hunter acted. The insolence was still bothering him a bit. He wasn’t used to that kind of behavior. “I know he fuckin liked it…” he added as his shorts started to tent at the memory of what he’d done. It was the same as he treated everyone else, he liked being in control. The two were still alone in the locker room. Tyler was traipsing around with just a towel and there was Hunter, who looked over at him. 

“Like what you see?” Tyler had smirked. He dropped the towel and let his dick fling forward.

Hunter just went back to his locker. “You’re not really my type.”

“Not your type?” Tyler crossed the locker room. “I’m everybody’s type,” he smirked. People begged to be with him. Athletic, good on the eyes and a star player, everyone was clamoring to be with him. 

“Not mine,” Hunter stated again.

Tyler let out a deep barreling laugh. “We’ll see about that,” he bragged as he rounded around the other man. In a swift motion he dropped Hunter’s shorts and let him feel the thick dick he had, rub up against Hunter’s asshole. It was far tighter than Tyler ever imagined. He didn’t think about tops. Gay guys were just bottoms. ‘If you only top, it’s not gay,’ he reasoned. Then Coach Johnson had to go in and stop it. Right before he was going to feel real good. 

“Bunch of fucking losers,” he complained as he went up to his apartment. “When I’m rich and famous they’ll fucking regret trying to cross me…”