Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you, Chaz
Recapping last paragraphs of chapter 9:
The second contest, didn't last as long as the first. Robbie's arm was down long before the ten minute mark. It appeared that Donnie had zapped some of Robbie's strength the first time around, draining much needed power from my friends huge biceps. I watched as Robbie's eyes closed while he tried his best to accept the fact that his bud was more powerful. Donnie, on the other hand gave his friend a huge smirk. "You satisfied, dude... Or do I need to kick your ass all over this room to convince you once and for all?" But, Robbie the defiant one, actually wanted to go one more round, he just couldn't accept that he wasn't stronger than his bud. "Tell ya what... one more round, dude... I know I'm stronger... one more round... k?" Donnie was now beside himself, he wanted to rip Robbie apart and it was obvious by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. "WHAAAAT? ?? You can't be fucking serious, dude. Why should I have to prove to you three fucking times in a row, that I'm fucking stronger than you...huh??? Why don't I just beat the shit out of you right here right now... would that be proof enough for ya...huh? But ya know what... fuck it... if you want ONE more chance to try and save your fucking ego and pride... you've got it... but this one is final... no more, agreed? One more thing... I win this one? You get down and kiss my fucking dick... right on the head" "I'll tell you what... I'll give you a hand job... but not tonight... I'll owe...k?... But no way...I'm not kissing it, dude." There was again a pause, while Donnie thought it over. "Ok, Deal, but this is it, I won't go a fourth round with you... got it?" "Ya... I won't ask again... if you win, then it's final... I give ya my word."
I felt for Robbie, this had to be difficult for him, all these years convinced that he was top dog at school as well as the neighborhood, and all the while, he really wasn't. I knew my best friend like a book, I could read his mind almost, and this was draining him, emotionally as well as physically. The final test of strength did not go very well for Robbie. His arm was literally slammed to the table top within seconds by an angry Donnie. Then to make matters worse for my friend, Donnie stood up, moved in closer to Robbie and gave him a wicked hard bitch slap. Then before Donnie turned to walk away, he brushed the smelly huge pouch of his jock across his friends face, then waited for a reaction, when there wasn't one, Donnie walked over to Robbie's very private SolaFlex and straddled it with his bare butt pressed into the leather bench, and began adjusting the knobs on the machine to fit his own liking. Robbie never allowed any friend including me, to even sit on the bench, never mind adjust the knobs. So I expected him to fucking freak out, but he remained silent, still kneeling at the small table, as though his mind was on a different planet altogether.
After working out for maybe fifteen minutes, Donnie spoke to his bud, in a defiant voice. "I'm ready to fuck your friends brains out... and I want YOU to watch while I do it!" I waited for some sort of response from my best friend, some sort of last minute rage, any gesture at all to protect me... but there was none. Then while Robbie was watching, Donnie stood up from the machine, ran his open palm over his sweaty well defined pecs, then rubbed that palm over the soft leather of Robbie's favorite work-out machine. I bet he was sorry he invited his good friend over to train me, although still not as sorry as me. To be cont:
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 10 Donnie, still glaring over at Robbie with that `I'm the fucking balls' look on his face, sat there straddling Robbie's Bow-flex machine, his thick thighs draped over the side, pressing their tight hard muscles into the soft leather of the bench. Donnie, then stood, slowly turned completely around facing the back brace of the machine where Robbie would naturally rest his head, and often one side of his face or the other while taking a mini break. What happened next was a scene I'd never forget. Donnie began rubbing and then humping then rubbing again ... the soft leather head rest... with the huge bulge of his dirty smelly jock, covering the entire area that had never been touched by anything other than the back of Robbie's head, and often one cheek or the other. After a moment or so of either humping the head rest, or mashing the funky smelling jock strap bulge into it, Donnie pulled back an inch or two, lowered the waistband of his jock, and casually brushed his cock-head against the area, leaving a slight trail of his fresh wet pre-cum. It was now obvious and painfully clear that Donnie was really pissed off at his bud for making him have to prove himself three times in that awesome test of strength they had. He was hell bent now on totally humiliating his child hood friend ... as punishment.
I continued to stare, my head turning from Robbie, to Donnie and back to Robbie again in total disbelief, truly feeling that if ever Robbie would go totally nuts, it would surely be now. No one, and I do mean NO ONE, ever laid a finger on Robbie's muscle machine but Robbie himself. To Robbie this machine was sacred, he never even allowed ME to even SIT on it, never mind try it out. I watched as Robbie's face turned bright red, as it will often do when he is wicked angry, I cringed and waited for my best friend to explode. A friend I often compared ... to a `keg of dynamite' you ever ignite his fuse, you'd better be prepared to not only run... but to run like hell. Robbie's muscles tensed, till his entire body was rock hard, even the veins in his neck were showing, and they rarely make an appearance. He and his friend had a new test of power going on, the power of intimidation, staring deeply and angrily into each others eyes, with Donnie winning yet another battle by adding to the deadly stare with his famous wicked smirk, a smirk that had a reputation of intimidating ANYONE, and EVERYONE. There was no explosion, and Robbie stood quietly, while relaxing his strained muscles, and shifting his eyes away from Donnie's smug glare... over to me. "What the fuck YOU looking at? Fucking piss-for -breath FAGGOT? Once your training is over with this ASSHOLE... I'm gonna punch your fucking lights out every day, till I'm sure that what you witnessed here today is nothing more than a fucking memory BLUR." I immediately turned my head towards Donnie, as he held his deep penetrating eyes glued to Robbie, and I caught the wide grin on his evil puss, happy as a pig in shit that once again, Robbie was directing his anger away from him and directing it towards me... the weaker one. I watched as Donnie, calmly and as in slow motion, pulled the waistband of his filthy jock... up over his fully hard nine and a half inch love muscle, leaving only the awesome head of his cock and it's deep ridge peeking out over the top of the band. Only after doing so, did he feel confident enough to pull his eyes away from Robbie, and refocus his attention on me. Spreading his well muscled legs slightly, he grinned and snapped his fingers, then pointed to the carpet directly beneath his yellowish, massive jock pouch. Of course I knew by now not to hesitate, to do so, would be foolish, cause he'd get what he wanted anyway, and I'd end up with a few extra bruises on my already tortured body.
Kneeling before this seventeen year old muscle freak, and noticing a very lite sheen of sweat developing in the deep cleft between his awesome pecs, which was highlighted even more so by the contrasting tone of his olive skin, I tried wicked hard to resist the feeling of excitement building up within me. As usual, part of me wants to be used by this hunky jock stud, who like my best friend Robby, brings out this submissive side of me. While at the very same time, the more intelligent side of me is constantly pleading for me to resist. As you know, I no longer fight the physical resistance of Robbie, and now Donnie, but mentally... I know what I'm doing, and I know it's wrong. Therefore, because I no longer resist physically, I feel deep inside that I at least should be fighting it mentally. But, unfortunately when I find myself actually in the position I am in now, my lust that grows stronger with each dominating incident wins out, and the only thing remaining on my mind, is to serve my best bud, and his highschool friend in any way they choose. Donnie's words broke the train of my thoughts. "Before I fuck you into tomorrow, lick the remaining pre-cum off my knob! Then I want you to lay down on the mats, flat on your back, looking up at me. I'm gonna be fucking you over and over again, probably all night long, so you'll be crawling, rather than walking to school tomorrow. I'm gonna fuck you in different positions, but for this first time, I'm gonna lift your legs up on my shoulders, so I can watch the many expressions on your face... as we go through your very first fuck, the one you'll remember through-out your life. I wouldn't miss the fear, the excruciating pain, or the pleading within your eyes, for all the money in the world. I won't lie to you, it's gonna hurt, it's gonna hurt like hell the first time, but hey, you're a faggot, so you may as well learn that pain goes with the territory. Us real jocks? ... We thrive on the power, the total control, the true ownership of faggots like you. We LIVE to see the agony, humiliation, fear, and total submission in the eyes of you faggots. That's why I choose this method of fucking when it comes to busting cherries. Now get busy, sucking my dick, cause that's all the lube you get, bitch!"
I placed my fingers between his jock waistband and his tight as leather skin, and pulled down on the smelly jock-strap. I was still finding it hard to believe that a seventeen year old dude, could have a dick as big as his, I felt very strongly that I was definitely cheated when I compared my dick with Robbie's, but comparing it with Donnie's I couldn't help but wonder who's idea it was to play this cruel joke on me. Then again, I knew it could be much worse, I mean... I could have Anthony's dick, right? I struggled to wrap my whole hand around the base of Donnie's cock, then tilted it down towards to my lips. The dick itself was so wicked warm, almost hot to the touch, and once again I was incredibly amazed with all the thick veins sticking up slightly beneath the tight leathery skin. I stuck out my tongue and first began licking the large head, all around the top, concentrating mostly on the piss-slit, knowing how much this turns both Robbie and Donnie on, the soft moans now emanating from the tough jock standing over me, was my signal that I was pleasing my new High School master, and knowing that he was pleased with me, brought a giddy feeling to my somewhat frightened mind. After a few minutes of tickling the inside of his piss-slit I moved under the knob, and began to lick the underside of the wide ridge, also knowing full well by now, that this is also an extremely sensitive area. I wasn't licking there for more than a few seconds, when the moaning from above increased a notch. "Ooooooohhhhh FUUCCCCKKK... aaaahhhhhhh shiiittt... you fucking queer faggot, keep doing that...don't fucking stop...aaaaahhhh fuck... don't even pause for a second... you fucking cocksucking bitch!" Of course I continued making love to the underside of his ridge just beneath the cock-head, bathing it for nearly ten minutes straight, while he moaned endlessly, and called me every queer name you can think of, even some I had never heard.
As I said, nearly ten minutes later, Donnie, had enough, while grabbing a fistful of my hair, he gave his hips a major thrust... sending his throat basher all the way home, till his black curly pubes were working their way up my nose, smothering me once again. "Like I said, faggot, you better lather up my BAT real good... cause in less than two minutes it's gonna be breaking in a whole new BALLPARK.... aaaahhhh fuck yeah... a brand new playground for my pride and joy." Fortunately for me, I wasn't smothered nearly as long as the first few times, I'm sure it wasn't out of pity for me, but simply because Donnie had other plans for his mighty dick.
Less than three minutes later, Donnie was lifting my legs upwards, resting one on each shoulder. The evil grin was a warning to me for sure, but I had already prepared myself for the worse. "I like fucking you virgin faggots this way, it allows me to watch your pitiful eyes as they fucking flood with tears, and you WILL cry, this I guarantee ... you'll cry and beg at the same time, I promise! That's what makes fucking you virgins so exciting, you fucking faggots are sooo totally helpless against the power of us alpha males, and trust me... I have enough power within me to literally fuck you unconscious over, and over, and over again, as many fucking times as I desire, and trust me... I have tons of DESIRE!"
Robbie, sitting next to us all along, couldn't figure out for the life of him, how Donnie's monster cock was gonna go inside my body completely. "Dude? ... You sure this isn't gonna do like... you know... like permanent damage to his insides? ... I mean, your dick is fucking huge... and if anything happens to this fag that is like permanent damage???? I have to deal with not only his mom... but my mom will literally fuckin chase me with a shot gun... I swear... she likes him way more than she likes me... and I don't know dude... but I just don't get how that horse dick of yours is not going to rip his insides apart... ya know?" Donnie, turned to his long time friend, and gave him another smirk, while shaking his head back and forth. "Seriously dude... what is it with you and this fascination you have with my dick?? You either want it... or you don't! ... If what you're saying is true, and you don't really want it, then keep your fucking mouth shut about it... or I swear... I seriously WILL shove it down your fucking throat... and choke you... till you pass out... then I'll fucking drown you with my thick volumes of cum... how's that sound, dude???? ... Does the sound of that ... get you hot....huh?" It took a few seconds for Robbie to come out of his daze and speak. "Fuck you, shitforbrain... Fuck you... I don't have a fascination with your fucking dick... and if you keep insinuating that I do...well... well... well you can just get the fuck outta here and never come back... you got that... asshole?" I'm sure that Robbie meant for his words to sound more threatening than they actually did, but they lacked true feeling, and because of this, Robbie's words only brought another smirk from Donnie. "Telling ya dude... you can go on denying it for as long as you want... but that's just gonna delay what is bound to happen one day down the road... you DO wanna taste this... I'm soo fucking convinced...and there's nothing you can say or do that is gonna change my mind. You wanna feel it... you wanna see if it's as powerful as yours... I'll tell ya right now, dude... it's twice as POWERFUL as yours... and when you are finally ready to feel that power... all ya gotta do is beg me... FUCKING BEG ME! ... Then maybe, if you beg nice enough... I'll let you feel the power of it...the FULL power. Meanwhile, you just sit there and watch... yeeaah... watch real close... while I give you a little preview on just how powerful my love muscle really is...K? And don't you worry about your precious little girl here... I know what I'm doing...I won't leave any permanent marks... so you won't have to worry about what your mommy will say, unless she decides to do a little snooping... and crawls up this faggots ass."
Needless to say, this was the part of Donnie I hated, he's just so fucking sure of himself, too damn cocky, and I admit I don't like how he talks down to Robbie...ok, maybe they do it to each other, but somehow, Donnie always comes out on top, always, and I hate that about him! I just wish that Robbie could occasionally come out on top, just to show the fuck head Donnie... that he's not all that.
With my legs up on top of Donnie's shoulders, and the battle of words between the two jocks seemingly over, Donnie let me know that it was time, by brushing his huge shaft between my butt cheeks. "Use your hands to spread these cheeks wide, dude, and one little hint is all I'm gonna give ya... if you ease up on your butt muscles, and not fight it... it won't be as painful... I could give you more hints, but to be honest with ya... I wanna see you in pain, so you're on your own from here on, bitch!" Donnie turned to Robbie. "Go get me my other sock, the one that he hasn't cleaned yet, less you don't mind your mom hearing him scream." Robbie wasted no time scrambling for the dirty sock, while Donnie grinned down at me. "You liked chewing on my sweaty sock a while ago... didn't you? Sucking all that day old grime right down into your belly... well... no since in cleaning one ... and not the other... right?" A second later the toe section of Donnies other sock was being pressed under my nose, by none other than my best bud, I knew it was Robbie, because he spoke to me as he was rubbing it against my nostrils. "Here you go fag, smell this jock-boys socks... smell good? I bet it does... I bet it smells awesome, huh? Yeeaah... go ahead, inhale... worship his odor." I looked up at Donnie, and caught the latest smirk he gave to his bud. Once again, Robbie realized too late, that by choosing such words, he was only contradicting HIMSELF each time, while desperately trying to convince his bud that he wasn't the least bit interested in experimenting a little.
Less than a moment later, and without any warning, I felt the true meaning of pain, like I had never felt it before. It literally felt as though someone was shoving a baseball bat up my butt. I opened my mouth to scream loudly, but nothing came out, it seriously took nearly a full minute for me to even be able to catch my breath. By then it was too late, Donnies other dirty sock was now resting inside my mouth, and what would have been a horrible, earth shattering scream, came out as just a muffled yell. The invasion to my previously unexplored territory, had me sobbing, with tears running down my cheeks like a frigging waterfall. I could feel my eyes balls bulging out, pleading with Donnie to stop, to please pull out of me, as his pearly whites gleamed from chin to chin, that evil smile pasted onto his face. "If I were you, fag, I'd save my breath for later, when you have it all up inside you... you only have my huge knob inside you at the moment, and since you like the feeling of it... I think I'll leave it right where it is for a minute." Surely he was joking? There was just no freaking way that I could be sending him the wrong message. I tried screaming once again, but with his sock stuffing my mouth, and Robbie's hands holding my jaw closed, trying to scream was useless.
My tears continued flowing rapidly, as Donnie, began thrusting inward, inch by painful inch. When I finally felt his pube hair brushing against the outside of my butt, I prayed that the whole ordeal was nearly over. I was waaay too naive to realize, that it hadn't even begun. After a few moments of holding his fierce seventeen year old cock fully buried inside me, with my legs still kicking up a storm and my hands still busy trying to pry Robbies hands away from my mouth, Donnie began slowly pulling out, and although by now, the intense pain had numbed my insides a little, I could still feel it. What happened next... nearly had me passing out. Donnie pulled most, if not ALL the way out, only to slam back in with one powerful thrust, the second invasion was by far waaay more painful than the first, and for a brief second or two, everything went black on me. I vaguely heard the sound of Robbies voice in the backround. "HOLEY SHIT, DUDE... easy with that thing...you're gonna fucking kill em, his fucking eyes just rolled up in back of his head for a sec!" But Donnie wasn't going to be denied his pleasure. "Shut the fuck up, man, less you wanna take his place... just fucking chill, k? I know what I'm doing... besides, if you were the jock I always thought you were, it would be you up here taking your bitch boys cherry... not me! Not that I mind... no way... not in the least... his ass is so fucking tight... almost makes me wanna throw Lisa aside, and fuck this cunt on a regular basis." Donnie felt he needed to emphasize his last words with another power slam all the way in, and holding, grinning now at his bud ... rather than down at me.
It was only a few minutes later that Donnie began thrusting his power tool in and out with a steady rhythm. The pain was no where near as severe as in the beginning, and I guess I need to admit, that there were times when his cock even felt nice, sending a moment of pleasure all through me. But for the most part, I wanted this to be over... even though the pain had subsided a bit. My wish for it to be over however... was still another ten minutes away. Donnie began talking down to me, verbally abusing me, calling me everything, asking if I was still enjoying being a fucking fag. "Look at your friends face, dude, this cocksucker can't make up his mind if he likes being fucked or not... one minute he's fucking crying like a baby, the next minute he's closing his eyes and fucking moaning... then he's crying again, just like a real fucking cunt. Tell us, bitch.... did you think all you faggots had to do was suck a cock of your choice... huh? DIDYOU? I fucking bet you did think that... huh? I bet you thought all you had to do was to walk around school, eyeing the jocks you chose.... and think to yourself ...hmmmm... I think I'll blow him, before the year is over.... yeah, and that one too... oooohhh yeeaah and definitely that one. Well guess what queer boy... you don't EVER get to decide, who you do, or what you do... us jocks make all the decisions for you... now ain't that convenient! You still like being a faggot... huh?" The pace at which Donnie was fucking me had picked up, and soon enough not only was he fucking me like a jack-rabbit, but he also began moaning, a sure sign that at least one of us was getting off on this. Meanwhile his dirty sock within my mouth was now totally saturated, and was now in the rinse cycle. I had long since swallowed any remaining saltiness from it, and by now was totally sure that the sock was one hundred percent clean. Then I felt it, the final thrust, and I was somewhat proud of myself for identifying it as just that... the final thrust. Somehow, I just knew it had to be, his moans were much louder, his head was flung back, and his eyes closed... what else could all this mean....other that the final thrust. Surprisingly, it was the only power slam that didn't nearly kill me, even felt ok... well, kinda. Then it was over... well nearly over... I was still in pain, you can be sure of that, but if Donnie meant what he said, and was going to fuck me all night long, I was certain, that I had survived the worse of it. Donnie remained inside me for what seemed forever, when he did finally pull out, dropping my legs to the mat, Robbie pulled his hands away from my mouth, and I slowly pulled the sock out. Donny and I both were still panting a little, but that didn't stop him from humiliating me verbally. "Hold it right there, faggot... I don't want you taking that out of your mouth, unless you can assure me that it's now clean, can you swear that it is... if not, I want you to suck on it a while longer." I looked up at the seventeen year old total hunk, every muscle and every feature of his body was wet with a light sheen of sweat, and I swear... for some odd reason, his well built body looked even more powerful now, that it did before. Before answering him, I wondered why my feelings for him at the moment weren't feelings of pure hatred, but rather feelings of respect and even admiration. I know this is gonna make me sound like a TOTAL faggot, but as I was looking up at him from my angle, with his thick legs straddling my body, and his nine and a half inch weapon still semi hard and pointing down at my face, a vision came to me... Donnie suddenly reminded me of a Roman Empire movie I had once seen, and suddenly he was a mighty gladiator and I ... his obedient fuck slave.
His voice brought me back to reality. "What the fuck, dude... I asked you a fucking question... you need me to beat the answer outta you? You know damn well I don't have a problem doing that." "I'm sorry sir... ya... I'm one hundred percent sure this sock is now clean, before I pulled it out of my mouth the salty taste was gone and all that remained was the taste of wet cotton, sir!" A huge grin appeared on Donnie's face. "Good... you have my permission to use the bathroom. You may have a ten minute break before we begin the next round, during that session, we'll see if you can do as good a job cleaning my scroungiest jock strap, eh? That is, unless your other master here, would like to fuck your face... while I fuck your butt." I looked over at Robbie, as he gave this some serious thought, while rubbing his crotch before answering. "Nah... maybe later before I go to bed, right now I'd rather see him SUCKING on that filthy jock of yours." As I walked off towards the bathroom, I knew exactly what Donnie's response was before he even gave it. With yet another smirk planted on his handsome Italian face, Donnie again shook his head. "Why doesn't that surprise me, dude? Wanna sniff it... before the fag starts sucking it clean? .... Maybe even give it a little lick?" Robbie, sneared at his long time bud, as he snickered angrilly. "No fucking way, man, why do you keep talking shit like that? I told you to cut that crap already.... and I mean it, dude!" I hesitated a moment before entering the bathroom to see what would happen next. Donnie turned, and with his awesome legs spread, he now stood over a still kneeling Robbie. With Donnie flexing his muscles a bit, Robbie gazed up at the teen hunk with just a couple of inches separating his face and his buds mighty weapon. Donnie not appearing upset at all, just grinned down at his friend. "What are you gonna do about it, man... huh? Maybe you wanna humiliate yourself a little more by TRYING to beat me up? ... Come-on... give it your best try.... give me a good reason to slap you all over this fuckin room... and when I'm done... you'll be doing a lot more than just sniffing my jock.... I can assure you of that... so what you waitin on, tough boy? You don't like me talking down to ya? ... Do something about it." Robbie once again refused to accept the challenge to fight his friend. "Listen, dude, I'm not gonna fight you, we go back too far to fight each other... all I'm saying is that this horsing around shit that you're doing... well... it's making me look bad in front of the fag... ya know... he thinks you're serious and shit... so can you just ease up a little?" Donnie gave his bud a smirk, then turned towards the weight bench while commenting. "Ya, I guess those are the same words I'd use if I were in your situation... backed into a corner with no way out! Besides that, who the fuck says I'm just horsing around?"
Donnie was quick to inform me that my break was over. "K, faggot, get over here on your hands and knees. This time I'm gonna straddle you... and ride you like a fucking bronco, till your knees give in... and when you fall on your belly... I'm gonna fuck you even harder... till you pass out... how's that sound, queerboy? ... Bet you're happy now, that you've decided to come-out... eh? Robbie, only taught you how to serve your buds... but like I keep tellin ya... before I'm through with you... your gonna be taught how to please a REAL jock."
I looked over to my best friend, the friend that always stood up for me, always fought my tougher battles. "Please Robbie, I mean ... please SIR... help me out here... I'm begging you, dude, I can't take that up my butt again, least not just yet... please TELL him... I need to wait a little while before taking it again... please sir?" Robbie looked up at his friend, saw his friend glare back at him with a sadistic grin, daring Robbie to interfere once again. Robbie then looked back at me shaking his head slowly. "You had your chance to be trained only by me... and you blew it... you need to be taught discipline and who better to teach you that... than my bud Donnie... sorry it had to come to this... you should have just submitted one hundred percent to me... like your cousin did so easily... now you're on your own, dude... I can't help ya." I looked back to Donnie, just in time to catch the sadistic grin... turn to a smirk. Then as he turned to me, he once again talked shit about Robbie. "I could have told you that you were wasting your breath pleading with your friend... when he's up against a tougher dude than himself... he's as much a wimp as YOU are... or haven't you noticed that by now? So here's the good news, I'm actually gonna give you to the count of three to be in front of me on your hands and knees, before I start punching the fuck out of ya."
After all that I had witnessed between Robbie and Donnie, did I really expect Robbie to go up against his tougher bud? YEAH... I did, because Robbie had never ever backed away from a fight before... number one, and number two... because they ARE such good buds... I felt if anyone could talk to Donnie, it was Robbie... plus wasn't it Robbie that got me into this, to begin with? But none the less, my best friend since the age of ten refused to help me, and before Donnie got to the count of three, I was down on my hands and knees, waiting for my new master to mount me. It was Robbie once again that had the pleasure of stuffing my mouth to keep my screams from being heard by his rents. "Better open wider than that dude! I bet you're gonna love the taste of this... I don't think he's cleaned this since middle school... man, it's wicked stiff in certain places, caked with dried cum right in the pouch area. Holy shit... look! The inside pouch even has an indentation of where his cock and nuts rest, fuck, man it has been a while since you cleaned this, huh?" Robbie then took the liberty of pointing out little yellow blotches which obviously marked the area where Donnie's piss dribbles landed. Before stuffing my mouth with the dirty jock, Robbie did something that caught my interest. He turned the jock inside out, then poked two fingers into the outside pouch and proceeded to push the disgusting pouch into my mouth. "I think we'll start with having you clean the inside pouch area right where the indentations are... here suck my fingers with his jock wrapped around them for a little bit first." This brought a hearty laugh from the owner of the filthy jock. "Ooooooohhhh fuck Yeeeeaaah! Stick those fingers in his wet mouth, get em coated with my sweat and cum crust... bet you'll lay awake all night tonight sniffing em if not licking em... yeeeaaah... how's my crusty jock feel wrapped around your fingers....eh?"
Donnie had a good point, Robbie seemed to be totally into touching and handling Donnie's dirty jock, and for a totally straight boy, he seemed to be thoroughly amazed with the indentation of Donnie's dick and balls so clearly visible on the inside pouch. As a matter of fact, Robbie was so enthralled with the soiled jock and the disgust written all over MY face, that he apparently wasn't listening to his long time bud, using words to humiliate HIM yet again.
Meaning to or not, Donnie had given me an idea. If I had to go through with sucking this disgusting jock clean, why not suck it so good that it REALLY would coat Robbie's fingers with the slime, and so I did. Only problem for me was, by the time Robbie pulled his sticky fingers out of the dirty jock, Donnie was ready to plow into me with brute force once again. Therefore I missed what took place after Robbie removed his fingers, but I do know that he made no quick attempt to run off to his private bathroom in an effort to wash his hands.
Donnie kept his promise, the first few thrusts were rough and hard, yet felt gentle compared to what followed. I tried desperately to think of anything but the painful thrusts, I tried thinking of how awesome his well muscled thighs felt, while effortlessly holding me in place, as his powerful butt flexed it's own muscles with each merciless and painful thrust. I even tried building an image in my mind of his awesome body and all it's muscles stretching his olive skin, while wearing just a skimpy pair of thin white speedos, with him standing over me, demanding me to worship his huge silky package. I knew I could probably learn to adjust to this new life style of mine, providing I wasn't totally outted at school, and providing I could get away with just giving head and leaving it at that. But this sucking on soiled under garments, like socks, underwear, and jock straps, along with licking another dudes nut-sac, or his pits, or much worse... his butt. This kinda stuff wasn't for me, I just wanted to give blow-jobs, was that too much to ask? One thing was for sure, I most definitely was not into being fucked, it was way to painful, and it just didn't turn me on, having something so big being drilled into my butt.
Suddenly my mind rushed back to what was taking place in reality, Donnie began to use all his force, the total power from each of his hard muscles, to fuck me as wild and as furious as humanly possible. The pain so intense that I felt the pores of my skin open to allow buckets of perspiration flow outward, my eyes bulged and rained tears non stop, my body trembled something fierce, but continued to be held in place by Donnie's hard as steel thighs. I screamed and screamed, over and over again, but not a sound would be heard through the disgusting cum flavored jock stuffing, being held inside my mouth with the help of Robbie's open palm covering my lips. Then more pain, as Donnie reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my curly hair, bending my head and neck backwards till it could bend no further, painfully holding it there, as I tried screaming even louder. I felt his breath as he bent over my body, his cheek flush against mine, then his lips near my ear. "I'm fucking you way harder than I have ever fucked any chic... why? Because I can! I can fuck you as hard as I want... relentlessly, for as long as I want. WHY??? Because you're a fucking faggot, and your main purpose here on earth is to be used by us ALPHA MALES! Females can only take so much abuse, and us alpha males have a greater need to vent our aggression, our anger, not to mention our strong overwhelming sexual needs on something other than a gentle beautiful female... so some great Greek God looked down on us and said... `Hey, we know what you need... you need an inferior male figure' ... and with a wave of a magic wand, faggots appeared on earth... strictly for alpha male use! Now... I'm about to take all my pent up aggression out on you... as it is written. Yeah, baby... I'm gonna literally... FUCK your lights out!"
The last sounds I heard were from Robbie. "Holy shit, this is fucking hot as hell, I want in on this...I...." Not sure for how long I was out, but I awoke with a heavy feeling laying on top of me, pinning me down. I was no longer leaning over the bench, I was laying on my belly on Robbie's wrestling mats. Then I heard Robbie's voice just above my head, and realized it was him now laying on top of me. My butt felt wicked numb, the pain was gone, but there was something else, something adding a bit of pressure to my butt. "Hey, dude, you were right, this feels so fucking hot... something has my dick feeling way fucking good, not sure if it's the warmth of your cum, or the warmth of his butt... maybe a little of both. Hey, I think our little bitch is coming around. You awake, faggot? You ready for your best bud to fuck you now?" That's all I remember, when I awoke the second time, I felt someone pulling Donnie's saturated jock from my mouth. When I was finally able to lift my head, I looked around the room, Donnie was seated in a chair directly in front of me, his feet rested directly in front of my face. I heard Robbie across the room, apparently talking to someone on the phone. "Listen to me, slaveboy, I'm telling you to get your ass over here prompto. Whaaaaat?... No faggot... it's you that don't understand... I don't give a flying shit about fucking homework, and I don't wanna hear any more fucking excuses. You know the deal, bitch.... I call... you run... I'm calling, and you have fifteen minutes to get your ass here, you hear me, you fucking homo? If you're not here in fifteen minutes, you know what happens... yeah, that's what I thought, bitch! Now I'm gonna count to three and I wanna hear a huge loud kiss" Robbie then placed the cell phone against the outline of his hard-on, and sure enough the three of us heard a loud smacking of the lips. Robbie then threw a pillow over the cell phone as he and Donnie went into hysterics. My first thought was `Oooooh wow! How fucking original' Robbie placed the phone back to his ear. "Thanks dude, you just kissed my cock, now get moving, you've got fifteen minutes, oooh ya, one more thing... plan on spending the night... I'll be sure to feed you before you head off to school in the morning, faggot." I then felt Donnie's toes press up against my lips. "Kiss my feet HOMO, then beg me to fuck you AGAIN!"