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Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 3
By Brandon
"Now the real fun can begin." Those words resonated in my head over and over. Have we not begun yet? My face is still smeared his Connor's dried cum and my belly is so full of sperm and spit, I won't need dinner tonight. I can't even imagine what's in store still if the real fun is yet to come.
"Let's go downstairs before my parents get home. Grab all of our clothes and follow me." Connor ordered.
I walked around picking up our underwear, pants, shirts, and shoes. My hands were so full, I couldn't pick up another thing and I was afraid I'd drop some clothing on the way. As Connor turns around and walks downstairs, I follow him only to get a familiar whiff. I look down to see Connor's boxers on top of the pile of clothes in my arms. Without thinking, I stuck my nose deep in his boxers and inhaled deeply. Oh yes, it smells so good. A mixture of ball sweat and musk intertwined with remnants of cum and probably droplets of piss. It smelled so...so...Connor.
I looked back up to start walking only to see Connor had turned around and saw me sniffing his boxers. He just gave a wicked smile and a chuckle before turning back around and walking back downstairs. If I wasn't so busy with my face in his boxers I would've seen his amazing ass sooner as he walked away. Damn what I wouldn't do for this boy who was forcing me to submit.
We made it into his room where he told me to drop the pile of clothes in the corner. Connor turned to me and gave a couple little sniffs.
"Bryan, we stink. Go turn on the shower and get it ready for me." Connor demanded waiving me towards the bathroom.
The nice thing about Connor's room down stairs was that it was a suite with the bathroom attached directly to the bedroom. Another bathroom in the basement meant Connor and I had total privacy in here. I watched Connor lock his bedroom door as I made my way into the bathroom. It wasn't terribly big, but it was just fine for a teenager. It used to be Connor's older sister's room before she moved off to college. She wasn't even out the door a minute before Connor had most of his stuff in his new room.
I reached in the shower and turned the water on. It was a regular stand up shower instead of a tub which was fine since real men like Connor didn't take baths. I got the water to the right temperature and told Connor the shower was ready. He made his way into the shower and told me to get in. I only had my first foot in when I felt a hand on my back pushing me in and against the wall. Connor had stepped in behind me and shut the shower door.
"If it's one thing I hate after a long day and dumping a huge load, it's bending over and washing myself. Luckily, I have a bitch now who can do that for me. Isn't that right, cocksucker?" Connor said into my ear. I could feel his flaccid cock pressing up against my crack. Shit, even flaccid he felt so big.
"Yes sir. I can help you out with that."
"Knew I could count on a faggot like you to help out." Connor replied as he backed away.
I have to say I immediately missed his cock. How many nights I laid in bed thinking about Connor fucking me and there I was with his cock on my ass. I turned around and faced Connor. He put both hands on my shoulders and started pushing down. I did not resist him as I fell to my knees. His face left my view to be replaced by his smooth, defined chest with two pink, puffy nipples followed by his cute belly button winking at me. My gaze dropped still lower passed his blonde pubes towards his flaccid cock. I thought he may want another blowjob but then he put his hand on top of my head and continued to push me down. I was pushed down passed his hairless thights and his spread-apart knees until I was crouched all the way down at his feet.
There wasn't a whole bunch of room down here as I tried to awkwardly maneuver my body to fit. I felt something hard smack the top of my head. I looked up to see a bottle of body wash in Connor's hands. I guess he wants me to start at his feet and work my way up. I grabbed the bottle and poured a large amount in my hands. Before I could start, though, Connor pushed me back.
"You don't get to just touch me, faggot. You have to ask permission." He said with no hint of joking in his voice.
"Sorry Sir," I began. "Can I please wash your body for you? I promise to do a good job. Please!"
He just leaned back and lifted his left foot. I lathered up the soap and used both hands to start washing his foot. I massaged the sides and bottom, scrubbing as I went. I washed each toe separately to make sure they were all cleaned thoroughly. Next I moved upwards and started washing his lower leg. His calf muscle was so hard from years of playing sports. There was a light dusting of hair all the way up to his knee. I slowly worked my way up his thigh just short of his cock. Then I repeated the same steps with the other leg. Once I got up to his thigh again, I looked up at him to see him staring down at me.
Again I could only imagine how pathetic I looked down there on my knees washing my best friend's feet. But, I didn't care. I just wanted to be where I was. It felt so right. I grabbed more body wash and reached for his cock when Connor told me to wait.
"Give it a kiss before you wash it."
I looked back down at his flaccid cock. This was the first close up I got of it without it being hard. It hung down low and kept almost all of its width even when soft. I awkwardly leaned down and kissed the head of his cock, letting my tongue briefly circle it.
"What a slut." Connor chuckled above me.
I took hold of his cock and started washing it. I spent extra time on his balls to make sure I washed all the sweat from today off. I don't think he minded too much, though, as he was breathing extra heavy during this part. I began to move my way back up to his torso when he turned around and ordered me to do his ass next. He bent over slightly and told me to really clean it.
"This is for your benefit, Bryan. I recommend it's clean enough to eat off of." Connor said as he burst out laughing.
I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do later so I washed it as best as I could. I was moving my way back up when Connor told me to stay down on my knees.
"I'll take it from here. You just stay where you belong...on your knees."
I got a close up show of Connor washing his chest, back, arms, pits and face. He rinsed all the soap off letting it drip onto me as it fell. The water turned off and I felt Connor shuffle to the right as he told me to get out and get a towel ready. I quickly got out and grabbed a towel as he stepped out. I eagerly dried his body off from head to toe before happily using the same towel to dry myself off.
As I watched him work on his hair, I got some time to reflect on what has happened in just the last few hours. Not long ago, I was playing Connor in basketball (a game which I won no less). Now here I am on my knees, a slave to my best friend. How could things have changed so fast? This morning I was eating pancakes like any normal teenage boy and now I was eating Connor's cum on command. And it was still fairly early. What else could he have planned tonight?
I didn't have to wait long before Connor told me to follow him as he walked back into his room. He went to his closet and started grabbing some clothes. I felt a little deflated to see him getting dressed but I just sat there quietly. He started with a pair of green boxers followed by plaid shorts. He didn't go for a shirt as he turned back towards me.
"I wasn't sure this was going to work this morning," Connor started "but things have gone better than I figured so far. I mean, I knew you were a faggot and I knew you were sub but I didn't think you'd turn into such a bitch so easy. I really haven't even had to do much yet."
I knew he was right. He hasn't had to do much besides tell me to suck his cock and here I am on my knees waiting for him to tell me what to do next. Maybe I am a natural cocksucker. I seem to have taken to it like a fish to water.
"Time for a new rule," Connor snapped at me breaking my thoughts. "Rule 4 is that for the rest of the summer, you come over here first thing in the morning, every morning. I'll leave the basement door unlocked at night. You walk in here, get on your knees, put your hands behind your back and look at the floor. Let's practice."
I immediately bowed my head and put my hands behind my back.
"You don't make a sound. You just sit there until I wake up and tell you what to do." Connor continued.
"Yes Sir."
"That's what I thought. Now I'm going to play some games on the computer and you're going to spend that entire time getting to know my cock and balls better."
He wasn't kidding either. After I crawled under the computer desk, he sat down and I proceed to spent 20 minutes licking his balls and another 10 minutes sucking his veiny cock. I knew every inch of his cock up and down at this point. I could tell you how long it took to lick from base to tip. I could tell you the exact spot on his cock I could lick to make Connor tense up. I could even tell you how many times I could lap circles around his head with my tongue in 30 seconds.
I was in the middle of another ball-sucking session when I heard Connor curse above me and throw his mouse. Obviously he died again. Every time he did he got more and more frustrated. This time he just stood up leaving me on my knees opened mouth. He quickly threw the chair out of the way, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the bed. I was terrified because I didn't know what he was going to do. Was he mad at me? Was he going to beat me up? A thousand thoughts ran through my mind as I watched him circle to the side of the bed and crawl on top of me.
Just like earlier, he straddled my chest as his cock smacked me in the face. Instead of shoving it inside my mouth, though, he just scooted further up so his balls were on my lips. I started to lick them when he continued scooting up. I could feel his thighs on both sides of my head, squeezing slightly as he moved. I looked up and all I could see was his big sack in front of my eyes. He didn't even say a word as he sat down right on my face.
I didn't know what to do at first. Sucking his cock was one thing, but this was his butthole we're talking about now. I had seen videos of rimming before so I had the general idea. But, I don't know if I was ready for this. This was intense. Still, Connor wasn't interested in whether or not I was ready. He was ready and that was all that mattered. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and it immediately touched his rosebud. Connor slightly shivered and squeezed my head more. I took that as a good sign as I stuck my tongue back out and swiped his entire crack. Connor just put more pressure on my face as I got to work.
Honestly, since I cleaned it, there wasn't any bad taste or smell. It was a bit soapy but that was fine. I started licking up and down and around his ass over and over. I felt him grab his cock and start to jerk off causing his balls to bounce up and down my eyes. My nose was deeply buried in his taint as Connor's full weight was applied to my face. Connor was moaning like crazy as I continued rimming his ass. I actually think I was starting to like it too...if for no other reason than it made Connor feel good.
I could feel Connor jerking faster and faster as I lapped his asshole harder and harder. Connor was squirming and moving and making all sorts of noise above me. Without warning, Connor moved back down and shoved his cock in my mouth filling it instantly with shot after shot of his hot, warm jizz. Not being ready for this, I choked on his cum and started hacking it up and trying to swallow it back down. Connor just laughed as he rolled off of me leaving me exhausted and used.
"Well, I'm beat, Bryan. Get off the bed so I can hit the sack."
"Yes sir. Am I out on the couch?"
"No, I've got something better for you." Connor replied as he walked into his closet. He came back out with his dirty clothes hamper, overflowing with his dirty clothes. He dumped it all out on his floor and looked back at me. "Here's your bed tonight, bitch. When you wake up, you can take it all upstairs to the washer."
I just laid down in the pile of dirty clothes as Connor turned off the light and crawled into bed. I found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep with Connor's smell encompassing my senses. It may not have been the most comfortable night's sleep. But, I wasn't going to complain.