Archive: "Born to Serve, Chapter Nine" {Rob} Authoritarian (MB oral)
I know it's been a long time, and I apologize. There have been complications. Microsoft "updated" my computer and I seem to have lost access to my external harddrive where everything is. I was in the middle of writing chapter 39 (I think): a gangbang involving Steve Andrews, the "hero" of my first and longest story "The Fireman's Son" and the senior wrestling team when that happened. I can't restart that chapteer because I'm finding it harder to write as I want. I was able to go to Nifty to get chapter8 so I could continue the action that was related there. I hope this chapter will be enjoyable, maybe even give you some pleasureable experiences. Thank you to those who have written telling me you are enjoying Kevin's story and asking when the next chapter was coming out. Please let me know what you think of this one. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.
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Born to Serve Chapter Nine
Although Kevin secretly wished he was being fucked in the ass by the powerful college stud, he was lost in the pain-pleasure of the cock-sucking as Art rammed in and out of his mouth, forcing him to take all of his big stud cock, at the same time pulling on the chain attached to the clamps biting into the boy's nipples. Suddenly, there was a rattling of the door. "Art! what the fuck are you doing in there? Why is this door locked? Do you have Kevin with you?. Open up! There's a boy here from Mike. He wants him back at the dorm right now!" Buck's angry voice was heard over the noise of the door.
Art's big foot came up and roughly pushed on Kevin's shoulder forcing him off the hard, drooling cock and flat on to the floor. "Get up! Take those clamps off and get your shorts on!," the college stud ordered as he jumped out of the chair and began to pull on his shorts and t-shirt. Grimacing with pain, Kevin pulled off the clamps and searched for the shorts he had been ordered to take off when they came into Art's office. Finding them, he quickly pulled them up and handed Art the clamps. "Okay! Okay! Hold your horses!" Art shouted as he moved to unlock and open the still-rattling door. Standing in the hall was a very angry Buck and beside him, a tall, muscular teenager dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. "Okay! Okay! We just wanted a little pricacy, the kid and me. You know how the boys come busting into our offices without knocking," Art said as he hauled Kevin from behind the door and pushed him toward his angry boss. Kevin mementarily stood silent before the angry atheletic director, his head slighty bowed. Buck noticed the redness of Kevins nipples and slightly swollen lips and spit-covered mouth as well as the boy's general demeanor. 'That fucking Art's been working the boy over,' he thought as his cock started to chub up even though he'd just finished fucking his boy Ian's tight ass three times.
"Hey, Kevin, Pastor Mike's been looking for you. He sent me to check if you were down here." Looking up at the boy he hadn't noticed before, Kevin recognized Jeremy Hawkins, the muscular football player from his school who had given him and Chris a hard time in the showers.
"Yeah, Mike said I could use Kevin when he didn't need him," Buck said. "Go get your other clothes on. Oh yeah, leave the shorts with me. I'll make sure Ian gets them." Kevin pushed the shorts he was wearing down and stepped out of them. Bending over to pick them up, he realized he was unintentionally mooning Jeremy. "Rosy red cheeks! Nice view, ain't it," Buck said with a chuckle as he looked directly at Jeremy as he took the shorts from Kevin and turned to walk into Art's office, shutting the door behind him.
"The lockers are over here," Kevin said as he turned toward the other side of the building. Jeremy followed behind, getting a good view of the other boys hard-muscled backside as the reddened cheeks moved up and down. Kevin was uncomfortably embarrassed and knew he was blushing, but he also knew his cock was reacting to the other boy's seeing his nakedness. He could feel it hardening slightly swaying in front of him as he walked.
"Your ass does look sort of red. What'd that guy mean about a 'nice view'?" Jeremy asked.
"It was nothing. Buck's an old friend of Pastor Mike's. He and his assistant, Art, have been giving me a hard time when I'm helping them out. He made me mop out the showers and pass out towels to the baseball players when they came in. He made one of the guys give me his shorts to wear so I wouldn't get my clothes wet. Art's a horses ass. He's a junior at the college I'm going to, and he had me in his office telling me all sorts of things I was gonna have to do at baseball camp when I go after we get home from here.
"What sort of things? It looked like he was working you over, and Buck seemed really mad at him."
"Oh just hazing things, gettin' your ass strapped and stuff. You know like we do to freshmen when they come on the teams at school," Kevin said as he opened the locker and started dressing. He stuck his head in his shirt and started putting his arms throught the sleeves. As he pulled it down, his still-reddened nipples were noticed by the footballer standing beside him.
"Sexual? We don't do sexual things. Your cock looked sort of chubbed up under those shorts when you came out. Just like it does now!"
Kevin's head was out now and his shirt was pulled down to his waist, but as he looked down he saw that his cock was indeed at half mast. His cheeks reddened as he tried to make a joke of it. "Shoot, Jeremy, don't you guys on the football team ever get semis in the locker room? It's just this is sorta strange, having to walk around from the other side naked in a new place with you asking me questions."
"Yeah. I guess you're right. Finish dressing. Pastor Mike's still waiting for you." Kevin quickly got into his clothes and they left. As the boys were walking up the trail through the woods that separated the playing fields and the dorms and administrative buildings, they came on a rustic old stone restroom that had ben built by the WPA way back in the 1930's. It was right beside the trail and there was a small wooden sign with "Toilet" carved on it. There were a lot of buildings like that scattered around the grounds of the camp, pavillions, bridges and things of that sort. "Shit!" Jeremy exclaimed, "I gotta take a piss!" and headed for the building. "You need to go? Or you just gonna stay here."
"Yeah! I could go," Kevin said as he followed Jeremy into the little building. Inside there was a small trough urinal, a toilet and a washbasin in the dimly lit room.
"Not very fancy," Jeremy said as he headed for the urinal, pulling down his shorts and the jockstrap he had on and flopping his big cock out. As Kevin joined him, both boys let loose with strong streams a yellow piss. "Awh! The pause that refreshes!" Jeremy sighed. When his stream stopped, he began flipping the remaining drops off the tip. Kevin was still pissing as the other boy's movement changed from the usual shaking to stroking. "Wow! That's a lot of piss! How long's it been since you took one?"
"I don't know. Sometime this morning," he answered as he looked down at the other boy's thick cock what was fast hardening in his stroking hand.
"Fuck! I'm gettin' hard. I'm gonna have to stroke one out. You wanna join me?"
"I don't know, Jeremy. I don't think we should."
"Shit, ain't nothin' wrong with two buddies strokin' one out together. Come on, Kevin, show me what you can do. I'm gettin' real close. You need to catch up or help me out!"
After a moment, as Kevin thought about what the jock standing beside him at the urunal said, he hesitantly wrapped his hand around his now fully hard cock and began copying the footballer's movements.
"Yeah! That's the way! Stroke that big cock! You got a big one, like a bat. You ever think about your baseball bat while you're stroking your cock?
"Nawh. I don't think so."
"You ever think about strokin' another guy's bat, Kevin? You wanta find out what it feels like, strokin' another guy's bat? You wanta feel mine? You want to find out what my bat feels like, Kevin? Come on, buddy, feel my bat. It's hard for you. You know you want to feel it! Come on, feel my bat, boy!"
Kevin stopped stroking his own cock, and slowly reached over toward the other boy's. Jeremy removed his hand from the hard shaft sticking out from the bushy blonde pubes as Kevin replaced it with his.
"Ohhh yeah! That's goood! Stroke it! Tighter! Hold it tighter! That's good! Yeah!" Jeremy loudly urged. I figured you knew what to do with another guy's cock. You taking care of those two studs down in the field house? What about Chris? I bet you're takin' care of him. I've heard about why he left his old school. They don't call him Horny Horneby for nuthin'. Boys or girls, don't matter to him, I heard. I bet you're giving him more than just handjobs," Jeremy said in a low seductive voice as he turned slightly in Kevin's direction. "You givin' him a blowjob down by the urinals this morning?"
He reached down and removed the older boy's hand from his throbbing cock. "Look at that big cock! A real man's cock! I bet you want to get on your knees and service that football player's rod. Imagine it raming in your mouth the way I ram through the other team. Drop down and worship that cock!" he commanded powerfully as he reached out and pressed down on Kevin's shoulders, forcing him to the cement floor of the little t-room. "Look at it! Look! It's dripping for you! Stick out your tongue and lap up that cock snot! Kiss it! Suck it out of the hole, cunt!" he demanded.
In a trance of desire, Kevin leaned forward and licked the tip of cock before him, tasting the sticky-sweet syrup that was drooling out of the piss-hole. "Yeah, wrap your lips around the base of my helmet! Suck that footballer's big helmet! Make love to it with your lips, your tongue!" the powerful footballer ordered loudly. Kevin immediately obeyed, using everything he'd learned servicing all the men who'd used him in the last two days. "Yeah, now get down on that shaft! Wrap your lips 'round that thick pole an' show me what you can do. Oh fuck! Take it, cuntmouth! I knew you were a cocksucker! Take that cock in your hole. Fuck yeah, feel it back there at your throat. Yeah! Fuck! Fuck!" Jeremy yelled as he grabbed Kevin's skull and fucked down into his throat over and over again. "Fuckin' cocksucker! Take that man's cock! Fuckin' your sorry throat-cunt! Do what you're meant to do, slut! Suck my big cock! Suck me you fucking shit!" the tough footballer yelled. Kevin's moans had grown louder and louder as the muscular stud used his throat again and again, barely giving the boy at his feet the chance to get a breath.
Just as the big stud began to shoot his thick, hot cum down into the drowning boy's gullet, the door flew open and Christopher Horneby, who was walking down the path on his way to look for Kevin and heard all the yelling and moaning, came bursting in. "What the fuck! Get your cock out of his throat before he passes out, you fuckin' shithead," he yelled as he pulled the heavy footballer off the kneeling boy. As the big cock was pulled out of the sucking mouth it continued to spurt cum into the air and over Kevin's face. The big football player was so shocked at the attack that he didn't fight back, and Chris was able to push and pull him off Keviin, and into a corner. He grabbed hold of Kevin's shoulders and shook the coughing boy roughly to rouse him from the fuck-crazed state he was in.
Chris managed to get Kevin up and into his clothes. At the same time, Jeremy had risen and pulled up his trousers that he had pushed down to his ankles when he started feeding his cock into Kevin's ready mouth. "What the fuck you doin' here Horneby? You the cocksucker's protector or somethin'? Protectin' your interest in his pussy-mouth? I'm just takin' a share in what you and those guys down at the field house already had!"
"Shut your dirty mouth, you loudmouthed bully! You better remember Kevin's here as Pastor Mike'S assistant 'cause his wife couldn't come. If anybody's his protector, it's the Pastor and the Camp Director, and any trouble from you and you'll be on your way home before even the first week's over. Come on, Kevin, Pastor Mike needs to talk to you before dinnertime."
"You think you're hot shit, Horneby, you and Kevin here. I got some buddies here from last year. You wait and see, we'll catch the both of you sometime when your not looking for us, and you'll be on your knees suckin' cock just like your faggot friend. He was into my cock just now and he's gonna get another chance at it soon. You'll see! Both of you!"
The two boys left and headed up the hill. "Thanks, Chris. How come you were on the trail?"
"When Pastor Mike told me he had sent Hawkins to find you, I got concerned. He's a bully. He's almost been kicked off the football team a couple of times, but he's the best linebacker they've got, and Coach Richards always defends him to Principal Jones. The rumor is, the coach has something on Jones. We're gonna have to watch out for him and his buddies. How'd he get you on your knees?"
"He said he had to take a leak, and I did too. He sort of hypnotised my with his big dick, stroking it hard after he finished peeing and I was still going. Before I knew it, I was sucking him off. I wanted to. He has a big cock like you. You know how I like to suck you off. And Buck had made me suck a young guy, Ian I think his name was. He's one of Buck's regular fucks, been fuckin' him since he was a kid, but he's got a big dick too. Then he made me mop up the showers and pass out towels the a bunch of baseball guys. One of them, a big, good-looking Mexican guy, started calling me a cocksucker. He knocked me down and was about to make me suck him. He had a big hard cock, I was almost sucking him, I wanted to, when Buck came in and put a stop to it. And then that Art, Buck's assistant, made me go in his office. He's sort of mean, a junior at university, plays baseball. We'll be at baseball camp together and he put clamps on my nipples, they really hurt, and whipped my ass with a little riding crop thing and made me suck his big cock. Said he waas gettin' me ready for camp. Then Jeremy came to get me. Mike sent him. I was glad he came. I didn't know what Art was gonna try to do next.
"How come you went down there? Pastor Mike thought you were still resting."
"Andy came to check on me and suggested we go down to watch the games. We got separated 'cause one of his-age friends came over and they went to watch the soccer game to younger boys were playing. That's when Buck got hold of me. Pastor Mike told me to help them out when he didn't have anything for me to do.
"We'll have to talk with Pastor Mike about his old friend and his assistant. Like I told you he's given me the job of 'co-master' in charge of finding guys to use you when he can't. I guess I'll have to keep closer to you and be your sort-of protector too. I've alrady got my eye on several possible candidates that might like to use a good-looking sub like you over the next three weeks. I think the Mexican in the showers is one of them. His name is Diego Ramirez. I'v noticed him and talked to him a couple of times. You said you wanted to suck his cock. You want me to arrange it?"
"Oh, am I really a sub, Chris?
"Of course you are. I thought Pastor MIke and I had already taught you what you are. You want to be used by powerful men and boys, you want to serve real men, suck their cocks, and after you lose your cherry, give up your ass to alphas, don't you?
"Yeah. I guess so."
"You said you wanted to suck that big thick dark Mexican cock, in the shower, in front of all the other boys, didn't you? I've seen it at the urinal. It's really big and juicy looking! You said you wanted to suck Jeremy's didn't you? You want mine? I bet if I pulled my cock out of my shorts, you'd go down on your knees to suck it right here, in front of anybody who came up this trail, wouldn't you!"
"Yeah. Probably."
"You like sucking Andy's cock even though he's just a kid, but he's a kid who knows what he wants and how to get it. He's an alpha cub, and you'll drop to your knees to serve him. Yeah, you're a sub, Kevin. But you've got us to protect you. We've got to get you ready for camp, where you'll be all by yourself. Coachs, teammates, hardasses like Art are gonna be using you, training you for the rest of your life. You're a sub that's meant to serve real men. Pastor Mike recognized it in you last year when you sucked his cock in the bathtub - Yeah, he told me about that. 'Here endeth the Lesson' as they say in church! Come on Mike's waiting for you."
To be continued. Hopefully tonight Kevin is going to lose his cherry.
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