I know that, when compared to that of Bravo, this picture of me isn't that hot. Perhaps I'm not tan enough. Or maybe it's because I'm not wearing enough rouge. Regardless, it's the best I could come up with for this week's installment of VIVIDBLURRY FAN FICTION.

That's right, y'all. One of you was bored enough to pen a sweeping epic detailing the life of my imagined alterego. Enjoy, and stay tuned.

Toby In: The Locker Room

It was late in the afternoon, and Toby’s football practice had run long. Coach Shellhammer had asked him to stay late to do sprints in preparation for the match against their rivals, the Twink Magnet School. Toby was the star quarterback for Hung High, and tonight the locker room was empty, the air thick with the smell of jock sweat, and steam clung to the windows. The sound of Toby’s cleats on the cold cement floor echoed throughout the locker room.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” Toby called out, to nobody in particular. The remnant of a Brooklyn accent clung to his voice. Nobody responded, but as Toby walked down the hall, he heard a locker door creak and slam shut. “Hello? Who’s there?” His heartbeat quickened, causing his bulging pectorals to quiver imperceptibly. He would be afraid if it weren’t for the fact that he was by far the biggest guy at Hung High — in every sense of the word. Nobody responded, so he continued to walk, until from behind him he heard a voice which he recognized, but couldn’t place.

“Hello, Toby.” The voice was slightly effete, but there was a hint of it belonging to someone attractive. “Don’t turn around. I want you to take off your cleats and your football shorts, but leave the rest of your pads on.”

Toby froze. His massive, perfectly-shaped cock rose a bit from the command. About to turn around to face his assailant, he changed his mind at the last minute and decided to play along. He started to pull off his shorts, and asked, laughing, “what if I decide to turn around? What’ll you do to me?”

The voice replied, “Whether or not you turn around won’t make a difference. I’m still going to tie you to the goalpost and invite the Twink Magnet Football Team to gang-bang you. Whether we let you go afterward or leave you tied up until the big match tomorrow morning is up to how well you listen to orders, slave boy.”

Toby began to panic. If the entire Twink Magnet team was hiding, ready to ambush him, he didn’t have much of a choice. Should he submit or should he fight? It wouldn’t make a difference. As soon as he turned around to face the mystery Twink, he was tackled, blindfolded, and cuffed by a linebacker. Still, out of the corner of his eye, at the last minute, Toby saw who it was that had organized this heinous attack on him.

Bravo!

TO BE CONTINUED: A WEEKLY SLASH-FANFIC ADVENTURE STARRING OUR FAVORITE BLOGGER, TOBY.

NEXT WEEK: TOBY FACES A BRUTAL BONDAGE GANGBANG BY BRAVO AND THE TWINK HIGH TEAM! WILL HE ESCAPE? MAKE SURE TO CUM BACK FOR THE STARTLING CONCLUSION!