All The Boys Love Brooke Davis
Chapter Two

A.N.: Just a heads up that this chapter is a little different to what I normally write, involving a lot of femdom and pegging (chicks fucking dudes) material. Brooke playing the dominatrix role is too good to ignore.

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Fresh from a threesome with Lucas and Nathan, Brooke was super horny to continue her streak fucking the Scott gene pool. She was yet to hear back from Nathan about whether Dan was in or out, and being the impatient nymph that she is, decided she would kick start things herself.

Dan Scott's life was about to rapidly change. Waiting in his room, on his bed, was a half naked Brooke Davis; head cheerleader of his beloved Ravens and secretly his primary masturbation inspiration.
"Hi," Brooke greeted, startling Dan.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Just waiting for you... getting super horny, too."
"Did you break in?" Dan asked, trying not to notice how insanely hot this brunette was right now.
"That doesn't matter, does it?" Brooke put a hand down her cheer skirt as she looked Dan straight in the eyes. "Call 911 if you want. Or you could keep fucking me with your eyes. It's your choice, but I know which one I'd choose."
"I'm not one of those kids you can batt your eyelashes at, Miss Davis. Tell me: What's it like being a slut?" Dan said with his trademark smirk.
"Oh, I can't? Really?"
"Really."
"So my pussy doesn't do anything for you? My tight little hole doesn't give you ideas?" Brooke flipped her skirt over her belly and revealed her young snatch. "Panties are overrated." Dan shuffled uncomfortably as the girl continued to put herself out there. "Do you want to see how pretty it is inside?" She spread her cunt, recognising the look in Dan's eyes – the same look every guy gave, as if they'd witnessed the Holy Grail or the Pearly Gates. "See? It's so pink, and pretty... and young. And it's swelling your cock up, isn't it, you old perv?" Dan didn't have much in terms of comebacks, which spoke volumes of how completely caught up in this 18-year-old he was. And Brooke wanted to keep the ball rolling. "Or maybe you're an ass man," she put her derriere high in the sky and spread her cheeks to reveal her wonderfully tight hole. "Toss my salad. Fuck me like a whore. Do whatever you want, just make it fucking dirty."

Dan's instincts told him to bang this nymphomaniac. They told him to screw logic by screwing this hot little number.
"Fuck me like a whore," Brooke repeated herself, only this time it was made with the utmost conviction and desire. And it tipped Dan over the edge, as he fumbled to unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. By the time he had taken care of it, Brooke was on her knees before him, sucking his balls and stroking his shaft. But she had other plans that didn't involve a sloppy blowjob. Not yet anyway. "Take your suit off and get on the bed," Brooke instructed as she went to her bag nearby. As Dan undressed, Brooke unpacked fetish items she had big plans for; handcuffs and a ball gag. "You're going to be helpless and at my command tonight, Dan. How does that sound?"
"You tell me. You're the one that's going to be fucked like a whore, right?"
"Right," Brooke answered. In truth, her unspoken answer involved the word 'revenge.' Revenge for all the shit Dan had put the people closest to her through. But even still, it was a special type of vengeance where both parties would get their jollies off.

Dan lay on his back and Brooke handcuffed him by the wrists and ankles so he was stretched to all four corners of the bed in the spreadeagle position. Then she introduced the ball gag. He was semi-reluctant at first but she convinced him to wear it as part of the bondage experience.
"Next up, we have something you won't be so kind about," Brooke went to her bag again. "Do you know what pegging is, Dan?" She feigned waiting for a response. "Oh, right. You've got your mouth full. Well, pegging is the art of a girl fucking a guy. Not being fucked, doing the fucking... up the you-know-what," she fished out a strap-on. Dan's eyes grew large. "Don't worry. You'll love it."

Dan's words were muffled as he watched Brooke fit the strap-on harness and climb on the bed. She spat on her rubber dick and jacked it off a bit for lubrication, all the while looking Dan in the eyes.
"It won't make you gay, Dan. All right? I just figured since you fuck over everyone in your life all the time, you should be the one finally getting fucked back." Brooke prodded the tip of the dildo against Dan's parted hole and shivers went down her spine. Dan squirmed but he didn't put up anywhere near the fight Brooke had expected. "You're the first guy I've done this to. You know that? So it's a special night for the both of us." Dan could have thrust at the hips and made Brooke's job more difficult but as the time went by, his resistance diminished. "You want this, don't you? I can tell you do. You're dying to get fucked." Brooke sunk the dildo inside Dan and watched his face attentively as she went deeper and deeper. "That's right, take that cock. And here, look at my boobs," Brooke took off her top as a reward for him not freaking out. "Aren't they the perfect titties?" Dan nodded emphatically, and Brooke took that as encouragement. "Don't think I can't see you ogling me like a fucking perv at every home game. I catch you eye-fucking all the cheerleaders." Putting both hands around his cock, Brooke proceeded to draw her strap-on to the cusp of his hole and then drill it back in, each time harder than the last. Soon she was pummelling his ass and jacking him off. It took a while before he got hard, but once he did, Brooke went all out. Now she wanted to really dominate him. "Who owns your balls? Huh, Dan? Who owns these balls and all the dirty fucking juice in them? I do. I own your cock and your mind. Oh, and your ass, too! Can't forget that," she cackled. "Who knew big, mean Dan Scott would give it up so easily?" Brooke continued talking as she drilled him harder and faster. "Or maybe you've been someone's bitch for years and taken it up the ass," she speculated.

Dan's dick was throbbing now as Brooke worked it over, with lots of ball play. And she wasn't just massaging his testicles, she was groping them.
"Come on, shoot that load, Dan. Give me all that juice, you remorseless fucking bastard!" Brooke eased up on the ass-fucking to focus on her jerking technique. "GIVE IT TO ME!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, such was her freaky lust and impatience. "Come on, shoot it! Give it to me!" Desperate for him to nut, Brooke drew herself out of him and engulfed his cock with her breasts. "Drain your balls on my chest," she jerked him off with her lovely pair. "That's it, baby. Right there... You like the way these tits feel strangle your cock? Hmmm? It's not every day this happens, is it? Cheerleaders don't just let any guy titfuck them, do they?" Whether it was her words, her actions, or a combination of both, Dan came. His seed flew out at rapid knots and the first few lashed Brooke's chin. The teen then grabbed his cock and put the tip of it to her cheek, point blank, so that the remainder of spunk would splatter her face. Dan groaned through the ball gag, and his sounds were fuel to Brooke's fire. She moaned as the baby batter built up on her face and the smell of cum intoxicated to her. As soon as the throbbing dick in her hand stopped spurting, Brooke went right back to her anal play. "That was fun. Phew." She took a moment to take it in. "Okay, back to business. Get professional, Brooke... I'm going to fuck your ass raw and make you come so many times you'll never want to again that cock sing again," she announced with levity as she penetrated her much-older partner. "Actually, I've been too soft on you, haven't I? Should I fuck you harder?" Dan shook his head profusely, and the ball gag muffled his shouts. Seeing as how he couldn't get down on his knees and beg for her not to do what she was thinking, this was his only form of protest. "What's that? You do want it harder?" Brooke wickedly ignored him. "Okay, well, you're going to have to doze off for a little bit so I can get us all set up," she spoke like a true dominatrix. Brooke walked over to her handbag once again and Dan's eyes bulged at what she came back with; a bottle and a rag. "I've never used chloroform on anybody before." Brooke said as she moved in on Dan. She dabbed some chloroform on the rag put it to his face, swiftly slumbering him into an unconscious state.

When Dan came to, he was face down and even more restricted than before. The ball gag was gone but the handcuffs still restricted his hands and feet and two chains were around each of his thighs going to the top corners of the bed. Upon trying to move his lower half, he realised what they were there for, and how he had been very thoughtfully choreographed. His ass was perched up and he knew what that meant.
"Rise and shine, sleepy DICK-head. Is somebody ready to get their little hole stretched again? Huh?"
"Please," Dan pleaded. "Please..."
"Please? Is that all you can say: Please? How about thank you? Show your mistress a little gratitude, okay, little bitch-boy? Did I hurt you before?"
"I can't... I don't want..."
"It's amazing what a dick up the ass can do to an egotistical prick like you, Dan. That mask of confidence is just wiped away, isn't it? You can't even string together one little sentence, you whiny, little fuck!"
"What makes you think that I'm- that I'm not going to make your life a living hell after tonight?"
"Oh, a threat! Now there's the Dan Scott we all know and hate," Brooke pranced around the bed with a great deal of authority and empowerment as she spoke. "By the end of the night, you're going to realise just how much you love being my fuck-slut. You won't want redemption or vengeance and you definitely won't want to let anybody about this. The only time you're going to squeal is when I've got my hands around your poor, worn-out little cock." Brooke climbed onto the bed and close to Dan's ear, whispering, "Oink, oink, piggy."
"You're crazy," Dan muttered.
"At least I'm having fun with my crazy." She made her way to Dan's feet and gave them each a couple of wallops with the palm of her hand. "God, even your toes make my blood boil. How is that even possible? That's it... I was going to saviour every sissy inch of you tied up like this, but you know what? I can't. You make me sick." Brooke knee-walked to his backside and rested a hand down around his tail bone. Dan heard the light squirt of a bottle. "Do you think it's possible for me to fuck the 'sick' out of you?" Dan cringed instantaneously, bracing himself for her to invade once again. Sure enough, his opening was prodded with the dildo and popped inside his ass, except only this time it slid in with incredible ease. "Thank me for using lube," Brooke ordered. "Thank me." She had indeed lathered the sex toy with lubricant, but it wasn't all for him – far from it. Brooke knew a slippery dildo meant she could fuck this dude deeper and harder.
"Thank you." As Dan said those words, he was in two minds about what he felt. Was he thanking her purely because he demanded it of him, because he was grateful that she was apparently easier on him, or because – shock, horror – he was actually enjoying this, and would thank a mistress like any sub would? It was a waging battle in his mind that he did his best to ignore until now.

As the dildo sank deeper into Dan's anal canal, Brooke listened carefully to his breathing patterns. She could tell he was getting a rush out of this just by his demeanour alone. Not only that, but the man didn't make a peep despite having every chance to.
"You like this, don't you?" She was afforded no verbal reply but the continued lack of resistance told Brooke everything. Dan may not have been able to move much, but he could squirm and put up a fight of some kind – however pitiful it may look. Fact was, he was enjoying this more than he let on. "That's okay, you dumb slut. You don't have to answer me." Further and further into him she went, until all eight inches of the dildo vanished. She wasn't able to get anywhere near this deep with him on his back before. Now Brooke decided it was time to really get this party started. "What do you say to your queen?"
"Thank you."
"Good boy. You're being a good little bitch," she tousled his hair. "But guess what? Gratitude doesn't do anything for me. It actually pisses me off." Before Dan could even process that thought, his dominatrix went full throttle, pulling out from him, only to return at a ferocious pace. With lube and momentum on her side, Brooke drilled Dan again and again, fucking him like she had always hoped. "Nobody likes getting fucked slow. That's boring. That's too boring!" The future mayor of Tree Hill made a series of guttural sounds as he took the intruding object hard and fast, looking over his shoulder at his stunning mistress. Only now did he declare his delectation, pleading for more, thick and fast. He wanted Brooke shouting obscenities and all sorts of humiliating talk his way. "I knew you'd like this! I knew it and I fucking told you so. Getting fucked by Brooke Davis is just a dream come true, isn't it, little fuck-slave? And you're just a hole to me. That's all you are: a fucking worthless hole that I can abuse!" Brooke conversed like that for the next five minutes that she fucked him. And it wasn't on-again, off-again sex with breathers in between – it was flat-out hardcore, "Your ass is mine!" for an augmented five straight minutes. Not until she stopped did Brooke notice Dan's face buried in his pillow and his legs shaking. Extracting her dildo from its nestled home, she observed his winking sphincter return to its normal size and then surveyed a mess that he had made. A few globs of fresh ejaculate had splattered the sheets below Dan, and Brooke immediately made a meal of it. She scarfed his semen and sucked the sodden linen until only the scent remained. "I don't know what you're eating but don't change that diet, bitch-boy." Many girls identify chocolate as their favourite food, but there's little confusion about what made Brooke drool the most. Dan had just blown another with not a single hand, finger, or tongue on his dick – and that was a credit to the relentless ass-fucking on Brooke's part – but he was red and aching down there. His manhood was practically luminescent, but that wasn't about to change this cheerleader's stance. "I actually think you need to be milked again." Brooke was primarily here for retribution, after all. Easing up on Dan now would be like letting him off the hook entirely, and she wasn't going to do that. "You're nothing but a cock, isn't that right? Can you take another orgasm? Hmm? Could you stand it?"
"No. No, please," Dan appealed for mercy.
"No? But you're so turned on. A hard cock doesn't lie." Yes, he was at full mast, but it was exhausted and aching. "Pfft. Whatever. Like I'm going to start listening to you now," she rolled her eyes, admonishing his attitude. "Keep dreaming. Assholes don't get pity." And with that, Brooke wanked off Dan again, making him wince, groan, grunt, and just complain in general. But she got her cumshot eventually and swallowed it down with haste. "You should be glad I'm not making you eat your own loads. Okay, now... who's ready to get fucked again?"

END OF CHAPTER 2

I haven't gone to such extremes as this in the past, with a girl completely owning the opposite sex. Let me know if you did or didn't like the direction the chapter took and, as always, ideas are welcome.