Jake pushed himself up from the cold tile floor, legs wobbling like a newborn foal's. His vision blurred, the locker room spinning in hazy circles, the air thick with the stale scent of sweat and chlorine. 'Just a fucking dream,' he muttered, gripping the locker edge, but his ass burned like it'd been reamed by hot iron, and his balls ached with a heavy, unnatural pull. He tried to stand straight, play it cool like always, but his knees buckled, slamming him down hard. Pain exploded through his body; he convulsed, muscles seizing in violent spasms, back arching off the ground as green fire raced through his veins. 'Ah - fuck!' he gasped, claws digging into his thighs, the shadow brand between his balls and ass pulsing hot, like a living tattoo searing deeper.

The world faded to black as he fainted, collapsing in a twitching heap. In the void, dreams clawed him awake - wild, perverse visions of the shadow realm. His cock swelled monstrously, the tip morphing into a scorpion stinger, dripping bright green venom that sizzled on the stone floor. Shadow beasts swarmed, their wolf eyes gleaming as they engulfed him, maws stretching impossibly wide to vore his entire throbbing length, throats bulging with his girth. One beast's ass clamped down, forcing him to pump venom-cum into its guts, the acidic fluid bubbling out as it howled in ecstasy. Jake thrashed in the dream, his body betraying him again, hips bucking to feed the minions, their hairy forms consuming every inch of him, tongues lapping at his balls while claws raked his chest. The Shadow King's laugh echoed, stinger poised to inject more, twisting his soul into a vessel of endless, demonic hunger.

Harsh fluorescent lights snapped on overhead, flooding the locker room in stark white. Jake jolted awake, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as his cock erupted without warning. Thick spurts of cum—tinged an unnatural acid-green—shot across the floor, splattering the tiles in sticky ropes that reeked of rot and sulfur. His shorts were soaked, the fabric clinging to his swollen shaft, which refused to soften, pulsing with dark heat. Footsteps echoed from the hallway; the janitor, old Mr. Hargrove, shuffled in with his mop, whistling off-key. 'Kid? You still here? Practice over hours ago.' Jake scrambled up, heart pounding, wiping sweat from his brow as he kicked at the mess, smearing it under his sneaker. 'Yeah - uh, just... dropped something,' he lied, voice shaky, bolting past the man before questions could hit.

The walk home blurred in a haze of tremors, Jake's hands shaking as he clutched his backpack strap. His cock throbbed relentlessly, a constant bulge tenting his shorts, balls heavy and sensitive with every step. He collapsed into bed that night, but sleep brought no relief - nightmares plagued him, shadow beasts forcing their asses onto his venom-stinger cock, milking green cum in endless cycles, the King's claw scraping his urethra raw. He woke multiple times, sheets damp with sweat and pre-cum, his body possessed by an insatiable itch he couldn't scratch. By morning, exhaustion clawed at him, but the swelling never eased; his dick stayed hard or semi-rigid, a demonic curse pulsing with forbidden need.

School dragged like a bad trip. Jake slumped in history class, pencil scratching aimlessly across his notebook. The teacher's drone about ancient rituals faded; instead, he sketched scorpions with arched tails, stingers dripping, surrounded by jagged symbols that burned in his mind—the shadow brand's echo. His cock throbbed hard under the desk, leaking into his jockstrap, the fabric chafing his sensitive skin. 'Jake, notes?' the teacher barked, but he just grunted, lost in the dark pull, visions of furry asses clenching around him flashing unbidden. Lunch was a blur; he avoided the team, appetite gone, the corruption gnawing deeper, twisting his bully arrogance into something feral and unchecked.

After the bell, his two best friends - Mike and Tyler, fellow rugby thugs with sneers to match his own - cornered him in the hall. 'Yo, Jake, cellar spot? Got smokes,' Mike said, slapping his back. Tyler grinned, all teeth and mischief. Jake nodded numbly, following them down the dim stairs to the underground corridor, their usual haunt reeking of damp concrete and old weed. He leaned against the wall, silent, mind replaying the dreams, cock straining painfully against his shorts.

Tyler rummaged in his backpack, pulling out a textbook. 'What's with you, man? Look like you saw a ghost.' He chucked the book at Jake's head, laughing. It smacked his shoulder, and something snapped - confusion twisted into rage, the venom surging like acid in his blood. Jake snatched it mid-air, muscles coiling to hurl it back, but he froze. The cover caught his eye: a gospel, double-winged and holy, pilfered from the library for some prank. A ferocious wave crashed over him, blind instinct overriding everything, the Shadow King's corruption demanding release.

His friends' eyes widened as Jake yanked down his zipper, thick cock springing free - swollen, veined, the tip glistening with green-tinged pre-cum. 'What the - Jake?' Mike stammered, but Jake ignored them, wrapping the gospel's pages around his shaft, the rough paper scraping his skin like claws. He growled low, animalistic, hands gripping tight as he jerked harshly, the holy book molding to his girth. The friction burned deliciously, pages tearing slightly with each brutal pump, his hips thrusting forward to fuck the makeshift sleeve. 'Fuck... yes,' he snarled, the demonic possession fueling superhuman strength, balls slapping against the cover as pleasure built to a savage peak.

Tyler backed up, mouth agape. 'Dude, stop - ' But Jake's rhythm intensified, cock pistoning through the tightly held gospel, the tip oozing venomous fluid that soaked the pages. His body quaked, a roar tearing from his throat as he unleashed powerful spurts - ropes of thick, green-laced cum blasting against the concrete wall, splattering in hot, pungent arcs that dripped down like molten sin. 'Fuuuuck... YES!!' The gospel shredded in his fists, half-torn and cum-drenched. With a final snarl, Jake hurled it at the wall, where it smacked wetly and snapped in two, pages fluttering to the mess below.

Sanity flooded back in a rush, shame burning hotter than the venom. His friends stared, frozen in shock, faces pale. 'I - shit,' Jake muttered, stuffing his still-hard cock away, zipper catching on the slick skin. He bolted up the stairs, heart hammering, a whirlwind of emotions churning - humiliation at the exposure, amazement at the raw power, but beneath it all, an unexpected satisfaction bloomed, dark and thrilling.