That Thing is Juicy
A story and illustration by Kinky Callum
Disclaimer: all characters are 18+ fictional ai generated adult males in consensual roleplay scenarios, this story contains spanking and some
Mild sexual content.
Every time I open TikTok, I tell myself I won’t do it again—I won’t check Tyler’s profile, but I always do. It’s like I’m drawn to it, like I don’t have any control over my own thumbs as they scroll through my feed, inevitably landing on one of his latest thirst traps. The guy is everywhere, and he knows it.
Tyler’s the campus TikTok star, the golden boy that all the girls want with that wavy blond hair, chiselled jaw, and a tall lean shapely body that could have been carved from marble. Everyone knows him, and everyone either loves him or wants to be him. Sure he’s immature , obnoxious, cocky, everything that should make him unbearable. But somehow, all of that just pulls me in deeper. He’s such a stereotypical cute straight boy..
The way he struts around, knowing everyone’s watching, it drives me crazy in ways I can barely admit to myself.
Today, it’s that viral song. *Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy.* And there he is, walking away from the camera in slow motion, his muscular little bubble butt swishing with every step in those tight-fitting gym shorts hiked way up. I can’t look away. His legs are super long, muscular, the kind of legs that make you wonder if he’s real or if he’s just stepped out of some gay porn fantasy.
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The fabric clings to every curve, every flex, and all I can do is stare.
I’m scrolling, and I’m scrolling, and it’s like I’m in some kind of trance. Each video is a new tease. Tyler knows exactly what he’s doing, flaunting that perfect ass like it’s some kind of trophy he’s daring everyone else to reach for. One video after another, and I’m lost in them.
There’s this one where he’s side-on in tight black suit pants, flexing his muscles in a tight shirt, miming along to the same song. The comments are wild—“gyaaaaat,” “nice dumpy bro.” It’s like everyone’s thinking the same thing I am, but they’re not afraid to say it.
And here I am a smart cute but nerdy history undergraduate , scrolling like some kind of gooner addict, every video hitting me harder than the last. I know he’s obnoxious, a total show-off, but none of that seems to matter when I’m watching him move, when I’m imagining what it would be like to be close to him, just once.
Tyler’s everything I shouldn’t want, everything I should hate. But instead, he’s everything I can’t stop thinking about.
I lay back in bed, the glow of my phone still lighting up the room as I close my eyes, trying to push Tyler out of my head. But it’s useless—he’s there, in my thoughts, as vivid as if he were right in front of me. I can’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like to be in the room when he was recording that ‘Good Googly Moogly’ video. My hands automatically go to my dick in my sweatpants which is rigid against flat stomach.
In my horny 19 year old imagination , time slows down as he starts walking away from the camera in his dorm, his hips swaying to the beat. I can see myself there, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. I’m right behind him, so close that I can practically feel the soft, silky material of those tight shorts brushing against my face. I can’t stop myself from imagining reaching out, my hands hovering over the smooth, firm curve of his ass, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric.
I want to run my hands over every inch of him, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension beneath the surface. My fingers glide over the swell of his muscular cheeks, feeling how perfectly they fill out those shorts, the material clinging to every contour. I imagine the heat of his body seeping into my palms, the smoothness of his skin under the fabric almost too much to bear.
In this fantasy, I let my hands drift lower, down his long, smooth powerful thighs, feeling the strength in them, the way his muscles flex with every slight movement. I can’t resist the thought of pressing nose against his ripe jock ass , my lips against that perfect, round ass, of giving it a playful bite, feeling the way his body might tense at the sensation.
It’s an image that sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of desire and something deeper, something that makes me feel both excited and frustrated all at once.
I sink deeper into my thoughts, letting the fantasy take over completely. In my mind, I see Tyler right in front of me, his cocky smirk fading as I push him forward confusion across his pretty face , bending him over. His back arches, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out, my fingers hooking under the waistband of those tight shorts, slowly pulling them down. The fabric clings to him for a moment before slipping away, revealing his smooth, round little bubble butt—perfectly shaped, almost too perfect to be real.
The scent of him, musky ,masculine and sweet, gently fills my senses, making my pulse quicken. I imagine him glancing back over his shoulder, that look of cockiness replaced with confusion, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. The viral song is still playing in the background, the beat echoing in my ears, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.
*Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy.*
I reach for the spanking paddle, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Tyler’s body tenses as he realises what’s coming, but it’s too late—he’s completely at my mercy now. I raise the paddle and bring it down on his bare ass, the sound of the impact sharp and satisfying. His cheeks jiggle from the force, and I can see the shock in his eyes as he looks back again, not believing what’s happening to him, the popular jock.
Again and again, I bring the paddle down, each smack leaving his ass redder, each hit echoing through the room like the beat of the song that continues to loop endlessly. Tyler’s body reacts to every strike, his smooth skin reddening, his firm round ass bouncing with every smack, but there’s nothing he can do about it.
*Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy.*
Eventually, I pull him down, flipping him across my lap his back across my lap, his muscular long legs spread wide , tensed by holding his weight over my smaller skinnier body, and I begin grabbing him by his long hair. I aggressively kiss his soft fuckable lips whilst groping his flaccid uncut dick which surprisingly is smaller than what I’m packing. My hand pushes his shorts further down his thighs before I flip him over again.
His body is still tense, his smooth, lightly reddened cheeks now right in front of me, vulnerable and exposed. I start spanking him, slowly at first, letting each slap sink in, feeling the bounce of his ass against my hand. Tyler’s breathing hitches, the cocky straight privileged white boy attitude completely gone now, replaced with something else—shock, disbelief, maybe even submission.
I keep going, the rhythm of the spanking matching the beat of the song, each slap making his ass jiggle and bounce over and over again. His skin feels hot under my hand, the redness deepening with every hit. I can feel the tension leaving his body, the way he’s finally giving in, letting the spanking take over, knowing there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
The fantasy loops in my mind, the song playing over and over, Tyler’s once-cocky demeanour shattered, leaving only the image of him over my lap, his perfect bubble butt reddened and bouncing with every slap.
The fantasy intensifies, and I imagine myself pulling Tyler’s tight little shorts all the way down, slipping them off his legs and balling them up. He tries to protest, his voice muffled as I shove the fabric into his mouth, silencing him. The sight of this arrogant jock gagged with his own ridiculous shorts sends a thrill through me. His body tenses against me, but there’s nothing he can do—he’s completely under my control.
I look down at him, the once-cocky star of TikTok, now bent over my lap, his modest manhood jiggling helplessly with each movement. I can’t help but laugh at the irony, at how this is the same guy who struts around campus, teasing everyone with those thirst traps, drawing all that attention to his body. And here he is, reduced to nothing but a plaything, completely at my mercy.
“You think it’s funny to tease everyone, don’t you?” I say, my voice low, barely hiding the satisfaction I feel. “Flashing that perfect ass of yours all over TikTok, strutting around campus like you own the place.” I lean down closer to him, my breath hot against his ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Tyler. You have no idea.”
My hands—slim but deft—work with a steady rhythm, delivering sharp, precise slaps to his ass and upper thighs. With each impact, Tyler’s smooth, pale skin flushes a deeper shade of red, his perfect bubble butt jiggling with every hit. His muffled protests turn into little gasps as I continue, each smack echoing through the room, the sound a perfect counterpoint to the viral song that plays over and over in my head.
His body, much taller and stronger than mine, is completely at my mercy, his perfect ass turning cherry red under my relentless spanking. I can feel the power I have over him in this moment, the way he’s forced to submit, to take whatever I dish out. I think do I stop the spanking , bend him over his bend and pop his straight virgin cherry ….
The thrill of it courses through me, and as I deliver the final, stinging slap, a gasp of pleasure escapes my lips, the intensity of the fantasy pulling me back into the present.
I open my eyes, the room coming into focus, my breath ragged, heart pounding. The image of Tyler—gagged with his own shorts , red-cheeked, and broken—lingers in my mind, leaving me with a mix of satisfaction and longing, a bittersweet reminder of how far removed fantasy can be from reality.