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 the last paragraphs of chapter 12: I began sympathizing with my best bud, just when I thought that Donnie was giving him a break by not fucking him after nearly choking him to death several times, he goes and does something much worse. I sat there with my own jaw wide open, as I watched Donnie place the pouch of his piss soaked jock inside Robbie's mouth. He then sat back on Robbie's chest and smiled. "Now you can close your mouth, fag. I want you to suck that jock clean, I don't wanna see even one fuckin stain on it when you're finished with it, even if it takes all fucking night... I'm just gonna sit here and wait, so you may as well get started... by the way... I have a whole fucking sports bag at home filled with my filthy jocks... and you my little bitch are going to SUCK every one of em clean.... as well as my socks... so you see... being my bitch does have it's privileges after all... huh?"
I could see that this was going to be an all nighter, and asked permission to leave. "Hey Donnie, it's getting late, mind if I leave, I have a test tomorrow in second period, and need to clean some cob webs outta my head, before going to sleep" Donnie just gave me a smirk. "Fuck nooo, call your rents, tell em you're staying here tonight. The only thing you'll be cleaning tonight is this piss on the mats... but leave the piss on the Bow Flex for my new bitch to clean. When you're done licking up my piss from the mats, you can lick my fucking feet clean.... that is... after you suck the piss outta my pubes."
"Boys, Buds and Bullies pt. 13"
I wasn't surprised tough boy Donnie wanted me to hang around, I mean the whole humiliation trip he's putting Robbie through would be nothing without me here as a long time friend of Robbie`s... to witness every little detail, as one of the schools top jocks is being turned into another top jocks cocksucker. Of course Robbie would still have been humiliated doing the things he's done, but having me here watching just adds tons to the amount of humiliation he's feeling. I hesitated approaching the mat to lick up Donnie's piss puddles, even though by now I've grown accustomed to the taste of a jock-boys piss, thanks to my best friend Robbie. Some friend, huh? The thing is, even though I had become accustomed to the taste, it was still freaking disgusting, and just the thought of it nearly turned my stomach.
Donnie, looked over to me and slowly shook his head. "Now's not a good time to be rattling my cage, faggot. So I suggest you move your fuckin queer ass over here pronto... come on.... hop hop... get your queer face down here on the mats and lick it all up, like a good fucking faggot" I looked down at Robbie, pinned beneath Donnie's muscular bubble butt, his entire head nearly hidden between Donnie's well muscled thighs, his cheeks puffed out with Donnie's piss soaked jock filling his mouth. His eyes and cheeks all watery, I wasn't totally sure if it was piss dribbles or real tears from the humiliation, but whatever. All I know is that the eyes were bulging out of their sockets, staring up at his idol in shock, and confusion. It was obvious, that Robbie never thought for a moment that he himself would be in this position, eating another dudes disgusting jock strap, having another dude use his face as a cunt, then having to swallow another dudes cum while being used and trained as another dudes bitch, the way that he himself had used his power and strength to control and train me, even bullying me since early childhood. I knelt down and lowered my face to the tiny beads of Donnie's piss dribbles, right at the side of Donnie's thighs and Robbie's head, but I had a hard time actually sticking my tongue into the tiny wet droplets. Suddenly I felt what had to be Donnie's strong hand on top of my head, as he pushed downward hard, and began smearing my face into the wet mat, literally using my face as a rag to wipe up and clean his nasty mess. I could tell by the tone of his voice, that he was angrily gritting his teeth the way he always does when he's pissed off. "Lick it up, lick it all up... then press those faggot lips and tongue into my jock-boy cock hair... and lick my pubes clean, you fucking queer bitch" Fortunately for me by the time he was through rubbing my face into the wet mat, there wasn't much left to lick up. I checked out the dark curlies above his thick cock, and noticed they were still damp, kind of reminding me of how the early morning dew settles on a freshly mowed lawn, tiny sprinkles of wetness just dangling from his black bush, while his huge balls and the length of his thick cock casually rested on top of Robbie's face so naturally, as though they were meant to be there. I nearly laughed out loud at the site of Donnie's thick cock-head as it laid practically on top of Robbie's left eye, but I held it in, not wanting to piss off either of the two jocks, yet thinking at the same time `Now... that's a close up for ya' I lowered my head, and pressed my lips into the soft moist pubes, stuck my tongue out, and began licking. Once again I felt Donnie's powerful hand make contact with the top of my head, tightening a fist around a clump of my hair, and pushing my face deeper into his dampened curly bush. "Yeeaaah... that's it....get in there, work my sweaty, pissy pubes, you fuckin fag. I want my bush nice and clean by the time you finish" The manly odor stemming from Donnie's soft pubes, was a strong combination of sweat, cum and piss. You may think this strange but I so was not sure if my instant wood was from the odor or the actual taste, as my tongue sucked in a small batch of Donnie's damp curlies. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that this was Robbie I was serving, Robbie's powerful hand gripping a fistful of my hair, Robbie's odor of sweat and cum, I so wished that it wasn't Donnie that just gave me a wicked hard-on. I hated him, I hated his power, I hated that he just turned my best bud, my long time idol into a cum eating faggot. I continued taking clumps of Donnie's dirty pubes into my mouth, sucking, and at times gagging on one of his curlies now working it's way down my throat. I began to bury my tongue deep into his pubes till it reached the tight skin, and lick till I heard Donnie's soft moans, and gentle whispers. "ooooohhh fuck... this is soooo wild... feels so fucking awesome... ooooooohhhhh fuck yeeeeaaah ... I've never had anybody do this before, clean my fuckin pubes for me queer-boy... oooh mannnn... this maybe a first... but it sure as fuck ain't the last time... aaahhh yeeeaaah, get that fag tongue down onto the skin... yeeeaaah LICK it, FAGGOT! Ooooh yeeaah, choke on my fuckin pubes, EAT EM, BITCH"
I must have worked the bullies pubes for nearly an hour, when he finally lifted my head up with a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look into his evil grinning eyes. His thick cock was full length, and the piss-slit was leaking cock drool, creating a tiny puddle on top of Robbie's closed eye lid, and with Robbie's arms pinned beneath Donnie's awesome legs, there was shit Robbie could do to wipe it away. Donnie looked down at the mess his huge knob was making, then he looked at me and smirked, then back down at his latest conquest, as he grinned that evil grin of his. He decided his jock strap was probably clean enough by now, besides, he needed to nut bad. "K faggot, I know how much youre loving the taste of my dirty jock... but it's time to make me happy again, you're gonna SUCK the fuckin cum outta my balls... I tell ya dude, gonna make you a pro at cock sucking... before we leave for school in the morning. I ever tell ya how stiff I get between first and second period, wishing some twat was available? Guess I've solved that problem, huh? Look at it this way... I get my nut everyday during school, and you get an early lunch. Yeeaah, youll come in real handy at school from now on, pissbreath." Donnie lifted his nine inch beauty up off his buds face, removed the disgusting jock from Robbie's mouth and replaced it with his huge nut-sac. "SUCK your best friends balls, bitch!" He then turned his head and glared at me. "K, dick breath, I want some pics of my newest bitch serving me, and for your sake they better be damn good... like crystal clear... or you'll be lucky if you're able to crawl home when I'm through with you... you hear me, cunt?" I nodded my head, climbed to my feet and searched for the digital camera.
With the camera in my hand, I turned to my two masters, and nearly shot my load at the sight in front of me. Donnie was flexing every muscle in his body while standing over a kneeling Robbie. With his hands tightly clenching each of Robbie's hands and guiding those hands up and down Donnie's entire body, forcing Robbie to feel-up the hard teen physique of his best friend. I watched as the hands brushed over the hard well cut chest and pecs, down to the well rounded bubble butt, then lower to the awesome thighs, then further down to the well developed calves. My hero since grade school was being made to worship with his hands the dude I most hated, while kneeling there between Donnie's thick legs, and licking the huge ball-sac that was being roughly ground into his handsome face. "There you go, dude, figured I'd help you to live out one of your long time fantasies... you've always wanted to feel these muscles of mine, huh? You can't deny it man, so don't even try. I've watched your eyes occasionally check me out when the two of us were busy working out, your eyes roaming up and down my pumped body. Never thought much of it, till I started hearing from chicks and even some dudes how I must have the biggest dick in school. Come to find out... they were hearing it from YOU. Never knew that my best bud was so infatuated with my cock, but then I remembered all the times I've seen ya checking out my muscles and I put two and two together. I knew it was just a matter of slapping you around a little, showing you who's stronger... I kinda figured you'd eventually submit to my needs... not to mention your needs... eh, dude? Just didnt think it would be so easy, making you into my dick eating bitch, but look at ya now, youre fucking feeling up and down my hard up body all on your own, like a fucking queer, FAGGOT"
I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off Donnie's body, listening to him talk down to the one I always thought to be the toughest kid in school. My idol since we were ten years old, now being totally out muscled, humiliated, and ordered to satisfy the needs of another seventeen year old high school jock. I watched as Robbie knelt there, his tongue working Donnie's balls, his hands now free to feel and worship the hot body standing over him, no longer being guided by Donnie's hands, Robbie was doing this totally on his own, not once did he try to fight back, or even push Donnie away from him.
Donnie, then turns to me with a wide grin. "What the fuck you waiting on, faggot? I wanna hear the clicking of the shutter, I wanna see some flashes, I want pics of my fucking queer bitch on his knees licking my balls, and feeling me up, and there had better be some close-ups, lots of em. I want tons of pics, of everything he does... you hear me, you fucking homo?" again, I nodded my head. "Yes, sir, I'll get shots of everything... I promise" Donnie gave me a smirk. "don't worry, BITCH... you'll get your share of cock, but not till this little cocksucker learns to beg for my precious SPERM... like 24/7. I want the belly of my little buddy here to be filled with my fucking cum, I want it oozing out of his fucking lips when he walks into school each day, and I want every fuckin one at school to KNOW who's cum it is. Now get working that camera, fuckface."
I did as Donnie ordered, I got close-ups of Robbie's face being mashed into Donnie's sac, and a few of him with his tongue out, licking his buds balls, and his hands all over those awesome muscles.
After having his nut-sac worshiped by his long time bud, Donnie pulled Robbie's head away, pointed the head of his cock to Robbie's face, and pressed the luscious huge knob softly against Robbie's lips, and demanded some pleading. "You wanna kiss it... dontcha fag? You so wanna kiss the dick that you've been infatuated with for so long, huh?" I can only assume that Robbie took the question as though it was an order to do just that, because he slowly puckered his lips, and just before he actually kissed the awesome looking cock-head, Donnie grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair, pushed it away a few inches, and then to my horror, with his free fist, he punched Robbie in the head. It obviously wasn't hard enough to do any major damage, just a little love tap. Yet it was hard enough to send Robbie's drool flying in all directions.
Donnie grinned down at the shocked expression on his buds face. "Yeeeaaah, having You as my personal bitch is gonna be so fuckin much fun, did ya like the feel of that...huh? Cause I sure as hell did... and I'm so looking forward to each and every time you fuck up... just so I can punch the fuck outta ya. You know what ya did wrong, queer boy?" Robbie with his head held in place and his left hand rubbing the side of his jaw, was not able to nod in either direction. So a pathetic whisper "no" was all that was uttered. "NO?... Well it's simple enough, you forgot to say may I kiss your beautiful cock, sir'... hmmm, maybe I forgot to mention that part, oh well no harm done, you'll survive... this time. But... from now on... you NEVER... EVER touch my dick... unless you beg, and I give you permission. GOT IT... You pathetic little homo?" It took a few seconds for Robbie to respond to the humiliating demand. Then once again with A soft wimpy whisper. "Ya... Donnie, I got it!" Donnie wasn't satisfied, yanking Robbie's head backwards as far as it would go, Donnie leaned over and worked up a huge wad of spit and through gritted teeth he gave his bud another command. "Open up wide, BITCH" He then allowed it to drool down from his lips, creating a long string of saliva. I watched as it slowly headed straight for Robbie's open mouth. Donnie, just stood over his latest conquest and grinned. "wider... open up wider, bitch... and let it work it's way down your cock-sucking throat. From now on, I'll let you call me Donnie... cause we go back so far. BUT, only when you place a SIR' either before or after my name, after you swallow... you may start over again, repeating what I told ya"
Robbie waited till the long string of Donnie's spit finished its way down his throat, then winced big time at the terrible taste, or maybe it was just the thought of it, or possibly the humiliation of eating another dudes spit, but it was clear that the spit was unwanted. He then gave his new young master what he wanted. "Please... Donnie, sir... may I kiss your beautiful cock, sir" Donnie looked into my eyes, "what do you think of your hero now, CUNT LIPS?" Donnie pushed Robbie backwards till he was bent over, then the bully kicked Robbie's legs from beneath him, leaving Robbie laying flat on his back. Donnie then straddled Robbie's chest once again, lifting Robbie's head up to meet his cock-head and holding it there while listening to his friend Robbie beg... beg, and beg again to blow him. "please, Donnie, sir, how many times are you gonna make me beg for something I don't even want?" Donnie gave his bud a smirk. "Oooooh you want it alright... you want it bad... you haven't even once TRIED fighting it. Fuck yeah you want it, you're in love with it, aintcha? Fuck yeah, you are. The only question remaining is, how long have you wanted it, huh?" It wasn't long after that, till Robbie was deep throating his long time bud yet again, begging whenever necessary. Always referring to his friend as SIR. Just when I figure I'm used to seeing another dude being gagged nearly to death, I freeze up, remembering what I went through, when it was me choking and gagging. Feeling as though my tormentor was going to literally choke me to death. Now wishing there was something I could do to help the dude from panicking, somehow, reassuring him that the bully on top wouldn't go so far as to actually choke him to death with his big cock. Robbie's eyes were once again nearly popping out of their sockets, while he choked, desperately fighting to breathe, as Donnie's thick nine inches violently and literally pounded its way down Robbie's throat mercilessly, thrusting hard and brutally, in and out, in and out, in and out. Sending LONG powerful thrusts again and again into his buddies mouth and throat, with absolutely zero pity for the helpless dude laying helplessly beneath him, taking the abuse. It was clearly obvious, that Donnie enjoyed this part the most. The power and control he was feeling while watching and hearing his bud gag and choke on his power tool. Causing him to stare down into his buds eyes and grin a wicked evil grin. As his eyes penetrated deep into Robbie's eyes, eyes that pleaded and begged for a break. Donnie only grinned wider... as he watched the tears stream down his buds face.
While slamming his power tool in and out of his buds throat, and to add just a tad more humiliation, Donnie continuously offered verbal assaults. "How's it feel, bitch? Having your best friends cock pounding your throat?... fucking choking you. You love the feel of MY cock bashing your fucking throat... dontcha?... Ooooh Yeeaah... You definitely love the feel of that pumped up muscle... deep in your throat, huh? Telling ya, dude, you're gonna love worshiping every one of my fucking muscles... especially this one. YEAH...feel that muscle pumping up inside your queer mouth... you love the feel of that... I can tell you do, your pathetic eyes are actually begging me to FUCK your throat even harder...huh? BUT, trust me, you`re gonna LOVE the feel of it buried all the way up your butt... even more, while it's fucking your brains out." I watched, wishing that Robbie would just relax his throat like the last time, and just take it... till Donnie was ready to blast his warm baby batter into Robbies hot mouth and down his wicked sore throat, to join the first several loads already settling in his belly.
However, It seemed as though Donnie was in no hurry to nut. He apparently was enjoying the scene below him much too much to rush it. Just when his breathing became heavy, and his nuts tightened up, he'd thrust his cock all the way home and hold it there, while closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying sooo hard not to let loose another large load of his thick creamy cum... not just yet anyway.
Robbie on the other hand was once again looking as though he was having some sort of seizure. With Donnie's thick nine inch cock buried down his buds throat... all the way, and holding, and Robbie's nose mashed into the thick black pubes, Robbie was convulsing and trembling something fierce. I knew exactly what was going through his mind, he was thinking that his days were over, he was going to die from lack of air, with his best buds cock buried in his throat. After a moment or so, Donnie would open his eyes and wink down at his bud. "Not yet, bitch... not gonna nut just yet. I love watching and hearing you choke way too much to bring this to an end just yet. Plus, your little bitch here is getting some awesome shots of Robbie fucking Blackburn, deep throating Donnie Colello. Telling ya dude, our buds are never goanna believe it, they're gonna be so fucking jealous that you're BLOWING me on the side, that they're gonna be hounding you for a blow-job, every time you pass one of em" The look on Robbie's face turned even more pitiful. The very thought of Donnie outing him to their friends scared him even more than the thought of choking to death on another dudes cock.
Donnie of course knew what was going through Robbie's mind, it was part of his plan. He wanted his long time bud completely under his control one hundred percent, and with the added fear that he just might out Robbie to all their buds at school, was the ACE up his sleeve, and there was no doubt in our minds that he would use it if necessary. "Awwwee.... don't look so sad, my little faggot slave, you do everything and anything I say, when ever I say it, with no back-talk?... and your little secret is safe. You disobey me just ONCE... and not only will I beat you up for disobeying, I'll take the pics to school and spread em around a little. You understand what I'm saying here.. Just blink, K?" Robbie didn't even need a second to think about it, with Donnie's thick nine inches buried all the way down Robbie's throat, and Robbie's nose buried in the bullies pubes, he looked up at his friend and blinked.
After the famous agreement was signed with just one little blink, Donnie began slowly pulling back on his thick shaft, till just the head was remaining inside Robbie's mouth. Then, with Robbie and myself believing that the hot jock was going to finally nut, He tightened his grip behind Robbie's head, locking his fingers together solidly, he gave his hips a fucking powerful thrust, using muscles he didn't even know he had, he power slammed his cock mercilessly all the way home again not once... but three times before pulling completely out and spraying his nut all over Robbie's face. Robbie meanwhile, was a total mess, literally convulsing, gagging wildly and trying his best to regain the control to breathe normally. Donnie, focused on his bud laying there helpless, unable to escape, watching and feeling his buds body convulse uncontrollably beneath him, struggling to catch his breath, and struggling even harder to throw his bud off him, the whole scene only excited Donnie that much more, he closed his eyes and shot volley after volley of warm cream, covering his friends face nearly completely.
It seemed that Donnie had an endless supply of fresh seventeen year old jock-boy seed as he milked his cock slower now, eyes once again open and smiling down at his friend. Seeing the mess he was making on his buds face was nearly sending him over the edge. "You getting shots of this, dickbreath? I want it all to be crystal clear that it's Robbie Blackburns face, and that it's me on top of him, I want shots of the hot facial I'm giving him, I want shots of his tongue coated with my cum, and I want shots of him licking my dick clean, and here get a good shot of this also" Donnie, spread his thighs wide, so that the camera had better access to Robbie's face, then using the arm that he just milked his cock with, he created an awesome biceps pose, looking into the camera as he straddled the chest of what had been known just that very morning... as the top jock of their school... he smiled into the camera most triumphantly. I tried getting on his good side. "WOW, dude that was an awesome shot, never be a question ever again of which of you is the top jock, dude.. That's for sure."
My ass kissing paid off, after Donnie was totally satisfied with all the photos, and loving every one of them, he actually allowed me to go home. But not before giving me orders for the next day. "You did a good job on these photos, fag, I may even let you go home tonight, but first, I want to tell you what your assignment is for tomorrow at school and after school. First thing in the morning, you get your ass over here and take some shots of queer boy here enjoying his breakfast. Then at school, near the end of first period, you get a pass to go the bathroom, the one at the end of the corridor on the third floor, I want you to get some shots of queer boy enjoying an early lunch. After school you're going to the Mall with us, while queer boy here spends some major bucks on me, after that... you're free to go home and jerk off thinking about me... using your best bud, fucking him senseless... hell, you may even hear him screaming his lungs out as I take his cherry" When I left, Donnie was busy using his fingers to scoop up the fresh cum that was layered across his friends face. Using two fingers to feed it to his bud, while verbally degrading him at the same time. "There you go, dude. SUCK it off my fingers... EAT it, then use that fucking queer tongue of yours to clean my fingers. Yeah, that's it... lick between my fingers... SUCK EM CLEAN... aaawww yeeaah... sweeeet. Tell ya what, dude, my brother Nicky is sooooo gonna love your warm cock-sucking mouth." ........................................................................................... ........... At home, mom was placing some dinner plates in the dishwasher. "Hey mom, sorry I didn't make it home for dinner, but I ate at Robbie's. We've been studying all night, and the time just flew by so fast" I didn't really consider it lying, since I didn't specify what it was Robby and I were busy studying. Mom and I both looked up at the wall and checked the clock at the same time, it was nine pm so I guess there was no need to call and say I wouldn't be home for dinner. It was obvious that she wasn't very happy. "The least you can do is call and let me know what your plans are, your cousin has been here all day, he and a friend of his are up in your room waiting on you, they're spending the night by the way... and just so you know, I reminded him that you all have school in the morning... so I'd appreciate it if the three of you are in bed before midnight... ok? Your cousins friend brought his own sleeping bag, so you wont have to worry about sharing your bed with the two of them, just one." I actually felt the color in my face go white as I listened to her. My fucking cousin Anthony was going to beat the fuck outta me for sure, and he was gonna do it right in my own house. I've had this deep fear that he might talk my mom into letting him spend the night one day when I least expected it, but I never thought it would happen so soon. I was thinking that it would happen a couple of months down the road still... you know... allowing him time to get over the humiliation Robbie and Donnie put him through. "What's the matter, hon... you look like you've seen a ghost or something" "aaahhh... naaahhh... I'm fine, mom, it's just that I wasn't expecting Anthony, and I have a major test in the morning." "Well... I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on, but having a test in the morning is all the more reason you should be in bed early" Just then my cousin was at my side, his arm around my shoulder real loving like, then he placed me in a head-lock nearly choking me, while pretending he was happy to see me. "Damn, dude where you been all day... huh? Ive been here for hours waiting to spend some QUALITY time with my favorite cousin. " The choke hold made me gag over and over, as he slowly and methodically tightened his biceps. He continued choking me till mom spoke up. "Come-on guys, don't play so rough, and it's getting late... so off to your room young man, and remember... lights out at midnight"
I remembered when I began High School, how I pleaded with my mom to turn the space up over the garage into my bedroom, allowing tons of room not to mention tons and tons of privacy. Suddenly I wasn't so happy about my bedroom being over the garage, and moms room at the other end of the house, cause I knew now she'd never hear me screaming for help. I thought seriously about telling her that her sweet nephew was about to beat the crap out of me for the next few hours, but decided to just keep quiet, didn't want to open a can of worms by explaining WHY he was about to beat me up... damn... can you even imagine all the shit that would hit the fan?
Anthony held me in the tight choke hold all the way to my room, taking pleasure in pressing his hard well rounded biceps into my jugular, forcing me to choke and gag nearly all the way. Then once out of moms hearing range, Anthony flexed his baseball size biceps against my jugular even more so, forcing me to choke and gag more often and more louder. Just before reaching my bedroom door, Anthony whispered into my ear. "Listen up you fucking queer, one word ever leaves your mouth to ANYONE about what I did with the fuck head next door and that asshole Donnie... AND I PROMISE... I will seriously rip out your fucking cock sucking tongue and shove it up your ass... you hear me loud and clear?" I knew that my cousin now hated me something fierce and blamed me for what took place, and I had no doubt he would seriously hurt me if I ever told a sole. He eased up on the tight throat grip, allowing me to answer. Yet, I still had a wicked hard time getting the words out. "Trust me, Anthony... I'll never utter a word... I swear!"
As we entered my room, I caught notice of Kyle "Hammer-boy" Hartwell sitting in my computer chair, wearing just a pair of tight camouflaged army jeans, white socks, and Nike sneaks, no shirt. Hammerboy is a nickname given to Kyle in middle school by his buds, cause he loves pounding on other kids after school. He and my cousin have been best buds for as long as I could remember, so even though he and I were far from friends (basically because he loved bullying me every time I visited my cousin, always telling my cousin that he was just playing with me) we still knew each other very well... and my dislike for him was obvious, since I never even once tried hiding it. It's just that he has this mean bully-boy attitude, and rambles on forever about how he beat the shit outta so and so, (his latest victim) and rearranged the dudes face. Even after the kid would submit, Hammerboy would always continue the beating till that particular kid was left on the ground crying his eyes out. Nearly all the stories ended the same, he and my cousin walking away laughing their butts off. His love for beating-up other kids was well known at both our schools, and I'm sure that Anthony is the only TRUE friend Hammerboy has. Don't get me wrong, the dude does have tons of friends, but... how many are just pretending to be his bud... to keep from being a victim? Ya know? The other thing is, Kyle is small for his age (17, same as me and Anthony) ... I don't mean he's small like skinny and weak, he's just short, yet wicked compact, at 5'7" and around 140 or so pounds. He's on his schools wrestling team along with my cousin, obviously a lighter weight than Anthony, but still... I bet he could easily take my cousin, if it ever came to that. Hell, I'd even bet my new computer that He could easily take Anthony down, I mean especially now that I know my cousin is gay. By the way, when I say that Kyle is compact, I mean... he might be short... but he's wicked strong with tight compact muscles and he sure as hell knows how to use them. Not a bad looking dude either, actually he's about three notches above what you would call good looking... with thick wavy dirty blond hair, wicked dark blue deceiving eyes, and gleaming white teeth, he has what I can only describe as a toothy smile, that is if you can ever get him to smile. He's no where near as muscular as Robbie or Donnie, but the muscles he does have are well toned and defined.
You'd never know that Kyle is a wicked bully at heart, I mean just by looking at him. He first comes off as a nice good looking, easy going boy next door type. I've always figured that's cause he needs time to check you out, get a good feel for how weak you are mentally as well as physically. Then before you have a chance to see that sneer in his eyes and evil smirk on his face, you'd first feel that tight fist hammer hard into your gut. Then before hitting the ground, you'd feel that same fist hammer into your body over and over again, even straddling you while you were down, still hammering away. Most of the time, he'd never have a reason. He'd just make up something as he pummeled you, like for example. "I hate it when you fags look at me like that" was one of his favorite reasons or should I say excuses, for bringing out the evil bully in him... it didn't matter that the other kid didn't even look at him to begin with.
Now here he is, Hammerboy himself in my home, in my own damn bedroom, sitting there in MY computer chair, grinning that evil grin at me. "Hey Peewee... how they hanging" Peewee was a name he himself gave me years ago, like when I was eleven or something. I think it was because I was much thinner and smaller than him back then. I was fortunate the nickname never stuck, and that my cousin himself never used it. I nodded, it was the best I could do. I mean he knows how much I detest him, so I'm sure he wasn't expecting anything more than a nod. I did however stare at him, throwing a dirty look in his direction, especially when he so casually spread his legs, and slowly brushed his open palm over what looked like a good size basket. Now staring me in the eyes... his grin spreading across his face, as he caught me checking out his crotch through the tight fitting fatigue style jeans. "Your cousin tells me you've been a bad bad boy, and that you're in need of some MAJOR discipline... even says you've turned queer. But ya know what? I stuck up for you, I told him you're not turning queer... no fucking way. I just don't believe it for a second. Wanna know why I don't think you're turning queer, Peewee? HUH?" I didn't reply, not even a word, I just glared into his eyes, waiting for the punch line. "Well, since you don't wanna know... I'll tell ya anyways. Ya see, it's kinda like this Peewee, you can't POSSIBLY be TURNING queer... ya know?... I mean not if you've been QUEER all your life... get it?" I actually gulped, as he sat there squinting his eyes at me, while snickering the last few words. Anthony guided me over to my bed, and with his arm still over my shoulders he forced me to sit down on the edge of my bed, he stood directly in front of me, spreading his legs slightly while he pulled his tight muscle t-shirt over his head. Looking up at his well muscled chest and his awesome guns, I knew I was in for a long night of pure hell.
Now standing there shirtless he began putting on a little show for me, just to emphasize the rough night I was in for. He flexed his arms, posing with both guns, and chest pumped up big time, while giving me his best smirk. "Don't you wish you had a bod like this, queer boy? Cause if you had a bod like this... then you could actually do something about it... when someone does this to ya" Before I had a chance to even try and block it, my cousin hauled back and gave the side of my face a power slap that nearly sent me clear across my bed. Even before I could bring my hand up to my face to feel the stinging sensation, Anthony was straddling me, sitting on my upper chest. At first he was just smiling down at me, and as bad as my face hurt from the stinging, I couldn't help but admire his well cut upper body and his handsome face, while feeling helpless to move with his tight bubble butt and thick thighs pinning me down. Then again without much warning, my cousin began wailing on my face with immensely hard and stinging slaps, one after another. The power slaps continued over and over again, each increasing with intensity... till I began feeling dizzy and the ceiling started spinning around us, and the room went dark. I think I was only out for maybe a minute or two, but when I had opened my eyes, it felt as though my scalp was pounded in, even though Anthony had only used open slaps and not closed fists, the pain was excruciating. He was still sitting on top of me, grinning down into my eyes. "That was just a teaser, fuckhead. Now me and my bud get to have some real fun with ya." Anthony climbed off me, and while doing so... he brushed his tight bubble butt across my face. Pulling me off the bed, he placed me into a full nelson, and told Hammerboy to use the black leather work-out gloves he brought with him. This brought a wicked wide grin to Kyle's face as he stood over his overnight bag, then reaching inside he scooped up a pair of fingerless gloves with padded knuckles. Within seconds Kyle had the Gloves on and was standing in front of me pounding his right fist into the palm of his left hand. I felt Anthony tighten the nelson hold he held me in, even felt a little bulge pressing against the crack of my butt.
Next I felt my cousins mouth against my ear. "Just so you know, you little HOMO... this is only part one of the many get togethers my bud and I have planed for you" He must have felt the disappointment along with the fear rushing through my body, as he let out a little chuckle. "Yeeeaaah... We're gonna be spending at least one night a week here with you, till I feel satisfied that your punishment is complete. But don't worry, it wont all be to your disliking, you'll be enjoying some pleasurable moments with us as well as un-pleasurable. See... my best bud Hammerboy here, has never experienced how fucking awesome head can be... when it's performed by a faggot. It actually took me awhile to convince him to allow you to blow him, it wasn't till I explained how fucking awesome it feels having an experienced cocksucker giving you head, and that unlike some chic that can only take a little more than the knob, you faggots can take the whole fucking dick all the way, not to mention how much more enjoyable it is when we can be as rough as we want while fucking a fags face... when I was finished explaining all that... he agreed to maybe give it a try. So for your own well being... you'd better do him good, if you know what I mean, cum-breath"
I stood there helplessly watching Hammerboy shadow box around my head, coming within a hair of actually making contact with my face or nose. I was also wicked grateful to hear my cousin remind Kyle that he couldn't punch above my shoulders. "Easy, man. And keep in mind that as much as we'd love to... we can't work his face over. We gotta keep the bruises below the neck, so they aren't noticed by my aunt, k?" Hammerboy frowned and showed his contempt for me as well as such a stupid rule. "Give me a fucking break, will ya? One or two punches to his pathetic queer face ain't gonna kill em. Man? You know how fucking badly I wanna connect a few to his face" I felt my cousin sigh, his warm breath landing on the back of my neck. "Trust me, dude, I know, and I feel the same. The thing is, if fuck-face here goes down stairs in the morning with a bruised up face, do you really believe my aunt will let us stay over again next week? Not a fucking chance, so let's stick to our plan, for now. When we stay over night, NO punches to the face...K?" Kyle agreed, but was quick to add his own two cents. "K, but I can't promise nothing when I just happen to run into him outside on the streets, ya know?" My cousin happily agreed. "You got it, dude, outside of this house is fair ground... for both of us"
Then, without any further warning, I received the first feeling of the power behind Hammerboys guns. It felt as though I was hit in the gut with a sledge hammer, and if not for my cousin holding me up, I would have easily and very quickly crumbled to my bedroom floor. The first gut punch, robbed me of the air from my lungs, stealing my breathing ability along with it. Fuck, that kid can punch. But, the thing is, as I was attempting to regain my breath, I found out that the first punch was really nothing more than a love tap, compared to what took place over the next half hour or so. Punch after punch hit home, connecting to it's target head-on. With each punch, came a slight moan from over my shoulders. It seemed that my cousin was not only receiving pleasure from me taking some major pain, but also from the sight of the young teenage boxer wanna-be, while showing off his tight and well cut muscles, flexing them with each power slam. Anthony whispered in my ear. "You maybe in pain, but I think you enjoy this a little also... dontcha, fagboy? You like the body of this straight boy jock. You like checking out those tight muscles as they flex just before pounding on you... huh? Bet you'd like to run your queer tongue over those pecs, brush it over those biceps a few times, fuck, I bet you'd even love to lick those pits, wouldn't ya?"
The power from Hammerboy's punches only increased with each punch, causing me to black out three times before he finished with... from what I was told... was only phase one.
My gut was in severe pain, even began feeling like mush as his fists pummeled it, often just leaving the fist for a moment or two right where it connected, while he grinned into my tearful eyes. "Feel the power, dude? Feel my fist buried into your flesh? You like the feel of that...huh? DO YA?" Kyle, the Hammerboy began alternating between my gut, my chest, just above my groin, and my upper legs, spreading the pain through-out my body. I had already blacked out twice, each time for a couple of moments, but just before blacking out the third time, I noticed that the little pouch I felt touching the crack of my butt earlier, was now a full blown erection. My dear cousin was literally getting off ... from his bud beating me up. I could feel the room begin to spin for the third time. I felt my head fall in front of me, just before closing my eyes, I noticed that Hammerboys package had grown significantly since I first arrived. Just what is it with jocks that get off, on beating up other dudes, or get hard forcing another dude into a pin while wrestling, or a submission when rough housing? Is it that they get hard simply by being on top, proving their superiority, showing another dude just who's BOSS?
I'm sure I was only out for a few moments, but when I opened my eyes this time, I was laying on the floor on my back, with the toes of Hammerboys sneaker pressing into my lips. "KISS IT, FAGGOT, KISS MY FILTHY SNEAKER!" My whole body felt as though it had been thrown in front of an 18 wheeler, even still felt the stinging sensation from my cousins power slaps. At this point I would have done anything demanded of me to escape the beating underway, even kiss a pair of dirty sneaks, which I did several times before Kyle was satisfied. "ya like kissing my feet, faggot? Maybe you'd like kissing my dirty socks too... huh? Untie my sneaks and remove em for me" Kyle lifted his right foot first, and fucking laughed as I slowly untied the sneaker laces and removed each sneaker from his feet. The laugh nearly turned to hysterics, when he ordered me to first kiss and then lick each sock as he lifted and pressed one foot after the other into my face. "FUCK! I seriously didn't know whether to believe you or not, when you said he'd do whatever I demanded... but look at him... the fags actually tonguing my fucking worn socks...like all over." My dearest cousin laughed along with his best bud. "I'm telling ya, dude... he'll do anything you tell him... just to keep you from beating him up, make him take the toes into his mouth and suck the socks clean, dude. Telling ya, he'll do it... anything, literally ANY FUCKING thing you tell him to do, he'd be only to happy to do... hes your little slave now, and for as long as you want... arent ya queer-boy?"
Kyle couldn't believe his ears, for as long as he's been beating up other dudes... he never even gave it a thought about making them do stuff... stuff like this and more. "Open your mouth, faggot... and suck the toes of my socks" After what had to have been ten minutes on each foot, and my mouth filled with one foot after the other, I was now gagging as Kyle forced more of his toes in and out of my mouth, thrusting them as though he was fucking my mouth. "Ooooooh shit, man... look at him... he's blowing my fucking feet...how they taste, faggot? You like that sweaty dirty foot in your mouth, BITCH? I bet you'd prefer that it was my dick...huh? Well, unfortunately for you... I'm still not sure I wanna stick my cock into another dudes mouth yet, but you suck my fucking feet while I think it over, eh?"