The Adventures of a Manipulative Bottom (Chapter Four)
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"Fuck, his ass is so tight," Dimitri lustily commented to his younger brother Vladmir while the two took turns fucking the bubble butt of London Harrison. Dimitri, the captain of London's rival football team, was now balls deep within the gasping, pinned down pussy boy. Dimitri's brother Vladimir smirked at the awkward position they were putting their opponent in. The sexy Russian brothers were taking turns man handling and thoroughly dicking London out of revenge. The previous night, London, along with his best friend Andrew, had sneaked into their rival football team's locker room and stolen the school's beloved Tiger Paw. The Tiger team football captains waited until after practice was over to grab the exhausted, sweaty London and drag him off to the weight room in his weakened state. They knew that after a football practice, London would be way too tired to resist their attack.
"Where the fuck is our mascot, you little bitch?" Dimitri grunted through gritted teeth as her mercilessly pounded into the sucking asshole of the squirming jock. Vladimir helped Dimitri pin the sneaky bottom down as he awaited his fifth turn in the velvety asshole. London tried to completely relax his asshole to avoid the embarrassment of cumming in front of his opponents. However, the combination of the broad shouldered, well muscled brothers taking turns on his ass, the masculine taste of the sweaty jock strap shoved in his mouth, and the rough handling of his body and man hole was making resisting the urge to cum rather difficult.
"It's like fucking a girl's pussy isn't it?" Vladimir asked his brother in Russian as if the blond bottom's input into a real man's conversation was irrelevant. He watched his handsome older brother's masculine, jagged jaw line strain as the Russian plunged into the involuntarily spasming asshole below.
"Fucking a gay bitch's ass is much better, my brother, for several reasons," Dimitri began to reply in Russian to his horned up sibling. The rival football captain jabbed deeply while holding each of London's cleat-bearing ankles in each one of his large hands. The moaning, gagged bottom arched his back in both an attempt to escape and to greedily swallow more of the sexy foreigner's bloated cock. "Girls want you to be sensitive and pay attention to their stupid feelings. When it comes to fucking a faggot like London, it's all about giving him as much man cock as possible. Plus he can take your cum load raw without getting pregnant like my last girlfriend!" Dimitri grinned with wicked pleasure at his success in conquering the ass of his main football rival. London's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gagged on the strong taste of the jock strap in his mouth. Vladimir laughed as he and his brother began to tauntingly pat London on the face in sporadic mini-slaps.
Bringing his cock all the way out of the sucking pussy hole, Dimitri gave London's face another taunting slap. "It's been really fun taking turns pounding your pansy ass for an hour, but you could make things a lot easier on yourself and tell us where our mascot is," Dimitri threatened before pistoning his cock into the vulnerable boy hole once more. London gagged on the jock strap again in surprise before attempting to talk through it.
"The queer is trying to say something!" Vladimir exclaimed to his brother in Russian as he slowly removed the jock strap from the pouting mouth of the blond haired bottom. Dimitri's developed chest heaved with animalistically masculine pants as he steadily removed his bloated dick from the pussy hole he was determined to defeat.
"I'll never tell you where your mascot is!" London called out defiantly. The hilarious stealing of the mascot had bonded London even more with his best friend and fellow team captain, Andrew Stills, and the jock wasn't about to just spill the beans.
The shorter, stockier Vladimir took control of the half breed jock's exhausted body and flipped the boy around so that he was standing up on his knees on the workout bench. Vladimir stood up behind the gagged bottom and plunged without warning into the winking, dripping anus. London cried out in an almost girly fashion through the gag. He would have fallen over face forward by the sheer force of the thrust if not for the large bicep that was holding him in place across the chest. London's muscular pecs were roughly handled as Vladimir began talking shit in Russian while banging his rival in earnest.
"We're going to have to make the faggot cum. Then he'll tell us," Vladimir correctly concluded. He recalled how he and his old brother had managed to coerce the rival football team's towel boy into giving them secret game plans after making him cum by fucking him relentlessly.
"Perhaps if you would jack him off, he would cum faster. We've been at it for two hours now and the pansy still hasn't creamed his jock strap," Dimitri suggested heatedly in English while his semi-erection dripped pre-cum at the thought of ultimately defeating his opponent. London looked worried that the prostate titillating Vladimir would follow Dimitri's advice and cause London to blab by forcing the cum out of him.
"No way am I going to touch this pussy boy's clit," Vladimir spat disgustedly in Russian. "I can make this queer cum without having to touch his stick!" Using his wide right arm, Vladimir seized both of London's arms and bound them behind his back above the squirming bubble butt. He pushed the gagging pussy boy's face down under the barbell of the bench press, causing Vladimir's dick head to press directly against London's vibrating prostate. The cum-filled anus went into a series of spasms around the head of the Russian dick, causing excess semen to leak down London's bubble butt onto his thick thigh. The gagged pussy boy almost came into his jock strap instantly but managed to resist cumming once more by attempting to concentrate on something else. For a distraction, the glazed eyed teen began to try to focus on the current twists and turns his life had taken.
The last three months had been heaven at the Ringwald mansion. When not in school or football practice, the teen had the law of the land, having mostly free reign to order Maria about in the eighteen bedroom mansion. When not working, the Ringwald couple was spending more and more time together due to the aphrodisiacs their trusted teen guest was slipping them nightly. Part of his plan required him to show that he was good with the kids, so he hung around with the picture perfect brats as if he actually liked them. He would babysit for the couple frequently, much to Maria's chagrin, and would grin and bear it for the sake of the eventual millions he would extort from the Ringwalds.
London stopped fully seducing the good doctor. Instead, he flaunted his sexy body and bubble butt around the house in order to arouse Dr. Ringwald into impregnating his wife. Every night, the sexy father of two was using condoms that London had poked holes into. He knew that once the couple had three young children, they would inevitably need a nanny to help the busy couple be able to handle several businesses and three kids. Of course, he would fill the nanny role after he got the chance to get rid of the meddling maid Maria. He needed more time and now he realized he needed more than a video tape to get what he wanted from the doctor.
One late night after getting horned up during a wrestle session with Andrew Stills, London sneaked into the darkened Ringwald master bedroom and slowly crept into the king size bed. Wearing only a jock strap, he reached into the opening of the sleeping man's boxers and took the head of the thick cock into his greedy mouth. He eventually got the whole of the erect dick into his throat. Mrs. Ringwald lay asleep in the bed facing them. The married man awoke with a smile, thinking it was his wife seeking another late night love making session. Putting his muscular arms behind his head as he often did, the doctor began to thrust upward into the vacuum-like sucking mouth. Dr. Ringwald let out of masculine grunt as London swallowed his meat in a slutty way that his Christian wife never had.
"Oooh, wow, Linda," Dr. Ringwald cooed as his dick throbbed in the suckling oral cavity of the sneaky jock which he mistook for his wife's. Mrs. Ringwald awoke at the sound of her husband's deep voice.
"What did you say, dear?" Mrs. Ringwald asked groggily. The married doctor gasped at the realization that if his wife was talking to him then his dick was getting sucked by the naughty teen. In the same bed as his wife! The flustered doc managed to shove London's head off of his cock in time to collect himself.
"I said `Linda, I need to make love to you right now'" the man lied regretfully. London smirked slyly as he carefully handed the doctor one of the altered condoms. After applying the holey condom, Mrs. Ringwald gladly took her husband's ample cock back into her canal as the two got into the throes of another love making session. Little did Mrs. Ringwald know that the teen her husband had been cheating on her with was laying in the bed with them listening to them have passionate sex. London could feel the sporadic jerkings of the bed when the doctor made a particularly passionate thrust into his wife. While Mrs. Ringwald was in ecstacy over the sexual veracity of her husband, London was content with the prediction that at the moment of ejaculation, the moaning woman would be impregnated by a load that had just moments previously been on its way to his hungry stomach.
To Maria's dismay, the manipulative bottom was ingratiating himself more and more into the heart of the Ringwalds. After being satisfied that by now the doctor had got his wife pregnant, London played perfectly the part of the reformed Christian teen. All the rich church women doted over the exotic looking "good" boy, pinching his face and complimenting him on his faithfulness to the Lord. If only they knew London's only god was a screw from one of their husbands' strong bodies. Even Mrs. Ringwald's father, Reverend Harding, was taking note of the "reformed" teen's natural charm. London would go on five mile runs with the athletic reverend and the good doctor, wearing only a pair of small red shorts that clung tightly to his bouncing bubble ass. During one run, the teen thought he caught the reverend staring at the jiggling globes.
London was snatched out of his fantasy by the force of Dimitri's dripping meat being shoved into his gaping mouth. Vladimir was now fully plugged into the bubble ass of the brothers' rival, letting his cock rest in the brotherly juices they had deposited over the last two and a half hours.
"We're not going to take our cocks out until you tell us where our mascot is, pussy boy," Vladimir sought to degrade their opponent into submission. London felt constantly on the edge of shuddering into a spastic orgasm that would cause him to embarrassingly spasm on the stocky Russian's large cock. He knew that once he came, he would be completely submissive to the demands of the overpowering cocky brothers. London tried to think of a way to escape the dominating duo, but found he could only concentrate on one thing: postponing his orgasm. Dimitri pulled his throbbing erection out of his rival's mouth and shoved the tasty jock strap back in as he heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Just as Vladimir prepared to dump another potent load of thick cream into the pussy hole, the broad chested Coach Phillips swaggered into the room with his hands on his hips, a cigar between his lips, and his belt in his hand. "Looks like there are rivals in my god damn territory," Coach Phillips spat in disgust as the Russian brothers scrambled to get their football uniforms back on. The two intimidated players of the rival team stumbled out of the room in a rush. With the unexpected exit of Vladimir from his asshole, London felt strikingly empty and needed another big cock to fill his void.
"Sleeping with the enemy? You are a true slut, son," the coach said with stern disapproval. He walked behind the exhausted, sweaty bottom and observed the winking pussy hole that was dripping with several loads of Russian cum. "What are you thinking getting FUCKED by the rival team captain and his brother?" he asked angrily while giving London's thoroughly manhandled bubble butt a hard spank with the belt. The spanking caused the jock's anal lips to part temporarily and release more cum onto the workout room floor. London tried to explain that Dimitri and Vladimir were force fucking him for stealing their team mascot, but Dimitri's flavorful jockstrap was still deeply wedged in the kid's pouting mouth.
"I don't need to hear an answer, son, I know the problem. You have a distinct lack of discipline and you can't control yourself. Seducing the enemy is grounds for one hundred belt lashings," Coach Phillips ordered sternly as he eyed the throbbing, pulsating boy hole with lust. He inhaled a puff of his cigar before revealing his throbbing, thick tube of man meat and filling the boy up with it.
"Mmmmm!" London whimpered into his gag in submission as he was thoroughly taken and fully fucked by the huge adult cock that was stretching him even more. The coach had the boy bent over the dumb bells facing the wall workout room mirrors. Leaving his coach's whistle on, the older man took off his shirt to reveal his deep, manly , hairy chest which led down to a slight beer belly that accentuated the raw ruggedness the coach possessed. Five sequential spankings to his right butt cheek caused London to squeeze down on his authority figure's big prick.
"Look in the mirror, son. I want you to see the direct consequences of your slutty ways. You need to see yourself being disciplined and how being a complete slut not only degrades you, but degrades the whole god damned team!" Coach Phillips growled with authoritative finality. He pulled the boy's blond hair until the teen was looking at himself in the mirror being pounded into by the bulky, buff coach behind him. The vision of the angry hairy chested authority figure banging into him reminded London of one of Papi's discipline fucks. Whenever London got caught doing something wrong, he would be placed on his stomach and fucked like a bitch by his Papi while receiving a thorough spanking. Papi would make sure his son received none of his precious spit or seed while getting disciplined for doing something wrong. London could now see himself in the mirror growing hotter and hotter as he squirmed his bubble butt around with every belt spanking. The punished jock could feel his orgasm building up again as he still hadn't cum during the merciless fucks of the Russian brothers. London began to try to speak through the gag of Dimitri's jock strap. In response, the grunting, roaring man removed the gag temporarily.
"Coach, you're going to make me cum!" London whined as he maneuvered his boy hole half way off of the married man's cock.
"Shut up, god damn it!" Coach Phillips commanded before thrusting his bloated prick balls deep into the boy hole. "You know I don't care about that shit," the man concluded with another five spanks with the belt, causing the hole to clench with desire. It was true that the cigar smoking coach had never bothered to touch or even look at the kid's dick. London's penis was irrelevant as the coach was purely interested in disciplining the wild teen via his muscled ass. Dr. Ringwald was the same way. During sex with his wife, Coach Phillips stimulated her clitoris and nipples while pounding her down into the sheets. The doctor would make love to Mrs. Ringwald by caressing her body and saying lovely words in her ear. However, when the married men fucked London, they showed no concern for showing affection and more concern for disciplining the creamy pussy hole with their cum and masculine force.
One more push past his throbbing prostate and London shuddered in the coach's large arms, spewing jock cum all over the dumb bells while watching the whole scene unfold in the mirror. "Oh fuck, Coach! I'm cumming! Please breed me, Coach!," London pleaded and whined as his orgasm caused his boy hole to choke and gag on the married cock buried within him.
Coach Phillips puffed on his cigar while spanking the squirming boy repeatedly with his hairy bare hand. "I told you I don't give a shit if you're cumming or not. You may beg for my cum, but you are never to mention your own, do you understand?" London nodded in ecstacy as the hairy chested man continued his discipline assault into the manipulative bottom's choking ass hole. The coach filled London up to the brim with thick man meat for thirty more minutes before flipping the boy over onto his back. The stern faced man looked down at the boy as if he had disappointed him greatly by sleeping with rival team members. London gasped femininely as Coach Phillips exited his ass in time to spew potent man juice all over the outside of his anus. The orgasming man plunged back into his star player's spasming pussy and dumped six potent loads of hot married semen into the arch-backed, moaning slut.
London later had the chance to explain what really happened with Dimitri and Vladimir, but Coach Phillips just puffed his cigar without apologizing for the misunderstanding. "You can't be a pussy, son. You shouldn't have let them hold you down and fuck you like some little cheerleader slut! You're on the football team for god damn sake," spat the still shirtless man authoritatively. He caused further man juice to spill from the kids' ass by giving him ten more lashings before making the jock eat the loads off of the floor, the workbench, and the coach's fingers.
Back at the Ringwald mansion, it was time for London's math tutoring session with Andrew, however the worn out jock was in no position to focus on school work. He had been roughly filled and man handled by three dominating males and just wanted to rest.
"What the hell happened to you after practice?" Andrew inquired with concern as he observed the bruises his best friend had acquired. He explained how Dimitri and Vladimir had grabbed him, taken him to the weight room, and roughed him up for hours in revenge for stealing the mascot. He conveniently left out the part where the hot Russian brothers took turns up his ass in a macho attempt to bang the cum out of him. To comfort his bruised friend, the taller, brunette Andrew pulled London tightly to his athletic torso. London faked being emotionally distraught so that he could bury his head into the deep, smooth chest of his team mate. Whether it was during practice or an impromptu wrestling session, he relished any bodily contact he could get from his completely straight buddy.
Andrew was a senior while London was a junior, so the bottom knew he had less than a year to try to finally get the tall jock into bed. Being one of the handsomest guys in school, Andrew had received sexual offer after sexual offer but was quite unaware of when someone was hitting on him. The only girl he was ever interested in was his beloved Penny McCartney, an obstacle London knew he would have to get rid of.
As the two continued to embrace, London imagined Andrew plugging his bottom missionary style in the maid's quarters. The boy had been in love with Andrew since they were preteens, but the straight athlete was totally unperceptive to London's hints and advances. In fact, 18 year old Andrew Stills was a complete virgin, declaring that he was saving his first time for love. London somehow found this opposite approach to sex titillating as he imagined being the first pussy hole Andrew ever shot off in. However, the sneaky bottom knew that Andrew planned on losing his virginity to picture perfect Penny.
The image of the virginal athlete fucking him made London's ass twitch with need once again despite the earlier asscapades. In an attempt to get the half jock half book worm to wrestle him, London began to taunt his buddy about his undying love for Penny McCartney. The bottom knew that in his current state, he would be effortlessly pinned down by the more muscular virgin. The two began laughing and grappling each other, the two hot jocks rolling around on the expensive wood paneled floor. A mixture of Vladimir and Coach Phillip's seed seeped out of London's throbbing asshole into his briefs as the teen once again tried to use his body to seduce his straight friend.
Unfortunately, just as Andrew pinned London down in triumph, Dr. Ringwald entered the room. Observing the display before him, the doctor began to worry that London was reverting to his old ways by receiving dick on the side from his football buddy, Andrew. "It doesn't appear that much studying is going on here, boys, so I think we'd better call it a night," the sandy haired older man ordered.
"Yes, sir," Andrew obeyed before grabbing his belongings and giving London a dimpled smile. Before Dr. Ringwald could inquire into London's sex life, he noticed the bruises on the boy's body and asked what happened. London pressed his face into the space in between the married man's pecs and emotionally told the story of how the brothers force fucked him in the workout room. The sneaky slut secretly smiled to himself as the father of two petted the abused jock's hair and tried to comfort him. The doctor offered to check out London's bruises and treat them accordingly.
Before the older man could protest, the boy pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal a bruise on his back upper thigh, just below the enticing plump ass. With caution, the married man massaged ointment onto the bruise, but couldn't help looking at the sexy butt before him. London winced at the pain and with that, a drop of Coach Phillip's plentiful load leaked out onto the doctor's hand. The slutty bottom poked his ass out further, looking over his shoulder expectantly at the married father. The religious man was praying inwardly and attempting to resist the urge to grab London and fill his waiting ass with deep pumps of masculinity.
That's when the two heard feminine footsteps approaching quickly. The doctor wiped off his hand while London quickly pulled up his pants and underwear. Mrs. Ringwald entered the room with a look of shock on her face. She was holding a little, white stick in her hand.
"What is it, dear?" Dr. Ringwald asked while trying to conceal his large erection.
She looked at London with her mouth agape before turning back to her husband.
"I'm pregnant!" Mrs. Ringwald cried. Dr. Ringwald stared at his wife in a state of shock as London clasped his hands in joy.
"Why, that's wonderful news! Wow... three kids in five years! Your husband must have some fertile seed, Mrs. Ringwald," London joked as if he didn't have first hand knowledge.
London left the room, once again laughing at his evil brilliance. He was manipulating the Ringwalds' lives into just the direction he needed in order to make his next move.