Boys Buds and Bullies

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

A note to the readers: I'm sorry for the long delay between each of my chapters, however, I do try and make it up to you by making each chapter longer. I deeply apprciate your patience, and thank you all for the many emails.

Recapping last 2 paragraphs in last chapter:

Nearly an hour went by before Donnie was ready to fuck his new cunt a third time. Meanwhile, he insisted that we all watch the awesome video, which of course humiliated Robbie to tears all over again. To say that the video was hot, is a wicked understatement, as I said before, watching a well muscled jock-boy totally dominate, degrade, humiliate, and mercilessly fuck another muscle boy... is so way beyond HOT. I was told that because the first two video scenes came out so awesome, I wouldn't have to record the third fuck scene, and was actually allowed to go to sleep. Before nodding off, I watched as Donnie forced his bud to lean over the BowFlex, as Robbie pleaded with his friend. "Please, dude, not on my BowFlex"

Donnie laughed. "you're right, man, not on YOUR BowFlex... on MY BowFlex. Now if my memory serves me right, we made a little deal earlier... and I can`t wait to hear you BEG me .... to FUCK you" I tried staying awake, but quickly fell asleep listening to my hero, beg his friend to fuck him. "Please, Donnie... would you please fuck me" "who are you... and what is it you're asking me to fuck?" "I'm your new bitch... and I'm beggin you to fuck my new cunt" "Well since you're asking so nicely... besides, how can I say NO to our schools new SLUT?" The next morning when I awoke, I immediately turned over on my side to check on Robbie. I didn't have to look too far, Donnie was sitting up on the free weight bench, straddling it, his hands were buried in Robbie's hair, pushing up and down on Robbie's head, as my bud knelt there in front of the toughest seventeen year old jock in our entire school.

Boys, Buds and Bullies pt. 17

A few weeks have gone by, and there isn't much that happened during that time that had not already taken place at least a few times. So I won't bore you with the details. However, I can say this, during that time period, Donnie had used Robbie pretty steadily for blow-jobs and fucks, mostly at Robbie's home with me there watching, and a few times with me not there. Robbie, for the most part has become a changed boy since that first night of his fuck-a-thon. There are times when he's still a little cocky towards his tougher bud, and shows some attitude, but those times are becoming more rare with each passing day. Donnie doesn't stand for much bad mouthing from his little bitch, and takes great joy from using Robbie as a live punching bag each time Robbie gets too cocky.

The first time Robbie was used as Donnie's live punching bag, I was allowed to watch and videotape. It was a wrestling match to start with, with the agreement that the loser would willingly pose as a live punching bag for thirty minutes, taking as much abuse as the puncher decided to give. Of course by now... there was no secret as to who would win and who would lose. The wrestling, best out of three, was closer to a total squash job than a real wrestling match between two well built teenage jocks. After winning the first two no holds barred matches, Donnie insisted on a third match anyway. He obviously enjoyed the power holds he applied to the once much better wrestler. Causing his former bud to cry out in pain, his submissions ... to totally deaf ears. After winning the three very long wrestling rounds, and listening to Robbie cry out his submissions for nearly a solid hour, Donnie gave his former bud a break. I wont go into detail about the long boring squash-job Donnie performed on Robbie, I'll just say my bud was held in wicked tight torturous holds like face smothering head scissors for long periods, as well as other erotic yet painful holds. Was even knocked out twice. Donnie then tied Robbie's hands with rope to a high two by four hanging in the basement. Leaving Robbie barely touching the floor with his toes. Then with both high school jocks wearing nothing but jocks, with the exception of Donnie who also wore his dirty socks and leather, fingerless, weight lifting gloves, the first of what would become many live punching bag shows, began. With me filming the event, Donnie started gently jabbing his former bud, while grinning sadistically. The first twenty or so jabs were mild and connecting to their target rather slow and lazy like, as Donnie concentrated on Robbie's abs, leaving Robbie feeling that all his worry was for nothing. However, shortly after the first twenty or so, the jabs turned to solid punches. The punches connected to all areas of Robbie's body, not only with much greater speed, but also... with a much greater force of power. The seventeen year old tough jock-boy Donnie, began pummeling his high school bud with everything he had, often leaving his leather clad fists embedded for long moments into what was slowly becoming the soft flesh of his former bud. I say soft flesh, because Robbie's once wicked hard body was starting to show signs of losing it's tight texture from lack of work-outs.

The first punching bag show only lasted twenty five minutes, with an eager promise from Donnie that each occasion would last a little longer than the last. Even though Robbie may have received a break this time, he still took a wicked hard beating, from his tougher, egotistic, control freak, bud, who seemed to become even more dominating with each passing day. The pain which showed clearly on Robbie's face, along with each gasp and cry during the work-out, intensified as the event came to an end. If Robbie had not been held up by the rope, he surely would have fallen to the floor within the first ten minutes. Once Donnie was finished with his new punching bag, he made me lower the rope holding Robbie up, ordering me to lower it very slowly, so that Robbie could lick the sweat from his buds body, starting with Donnie's wet armpits. I watched and filmed as Donnie grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair, and pressed his buds face into the hollow pit. "How's THAT smell, bitch? Huh?... You like the smell of a real jock? DO YA? Go ahead... take a huge sniff... fuck yeeaah... Now LICK IT.... Yeeeaah, lick my fuckin pits, bitch"

Robbie, like an obedient slave, did as he was told, now adjusted some what to his buds dominating and controlling personality. After licking his former friends armpits clean, the flexed teenage guns were next, followed by each hard rounded pec, and the deep cleavage in between. AS I slowly lowered his painful body to the floor, I was ordered to stop as Robbie's face came level with Donnie's sweat dampened jock. Again, Donnie used a tight fistful of Robbie's hair to mash his buds face into the wet cotton fabric covering his awesome bulge. "suck on that for a while, pussy-boy, SUCK all that stud sweat right outta there, like a good fucking pussy. By the way... how did ya like being my punching bag... did you like the feel of my fists pounding on your soon-to-be flabby body? We'll be doing this at least once a week... so better get used to it." All the time Donnie was speaking, Robbie was busy slurping on the dirty wet jock-strap, working it with his mouth as wide as it gets, and tongue lapping wildly like a dog laps up water. Robbie worked his way from the outline of the ball-sac to the outline of the thick mushroom shaped head. Next stop were Donnie's well shaped thighs, and I filmed Robbie's tongue working it's way up and down each powerful leg, as his long time school mate looked down and grinned devilishly. Of course Donnie's awesome bubble butt was not to be ignored, not after being introduced to the sensations of a fine wet tongue. Donnie made his bud work that area much longer than necessary. Trust me when I say, that it's quite obvious that this area of the total degradation is certainly not Robbie's favorite. Each time Robbie was ordered to worship his former friends bubble butt, he would silently sob during the whole process. Last, but not the least degrading, were Donnie's socked feet. Being ordered to lay flat on his back, while Donnie stood over him, Robbie tongued then sucked each sock covered toe into his opened mouth. Even more degrading however is the fact that as this was going on, Donnie squatted down and allowed his saliva to drool down onto the toes of the dirty worn socks. He then laughed uncontrollably as his former friend sucked the dirty sock covered toes now coated with Donnie's fresh spit. "Look at em, he's such a fucking pussy faggot... he just lays there and takes whatever I decide to dish out... now that's a true fucking queer slave... if you ask me."

Meanwhile, during these last few weeks, Donnie has also been fucking his girlfriend on a regular basis as well. I know this for a fact, because he made me tag along one night. I tried getting out of it, telling him I had tons of homework, but he said I needed to go along cause his girls younger sister had a thing for me, and he promised her that he'd bring me over. He and I both knew the real reason for making me go along, he simply wanted some one there to keep the younger sister entertained, so she'd keep her mouth shut about him putting it to her older sister. I found it somewhat humorous that he made his girlfriend beg him in front of me and her younger sister to fuck her. "You know the rules by now, bitch... beg me to fuck you" I watched as a very embarrassed Trish, began with what appeared to be a ritual, kneeling before her very handsome, and wicked hung stud of a boyfriend. While I and her younger sister watched and listened, she actually began begging Donnie to fuck her senseless. "Please Donnie, please lay me out on my bed and fuck me, I beg you" Donnie pushed her a little more, wanting to add more humiliation to an already very degrading situation. "Tell us how you like to be fucked, bitch" Trish turned her head and looked at her sister and me then bowed her head, and whispered. "I like it when you fuck me hard" Donnie snickered. "Speak up, bitch... we can't hear you, tell us again.... LOUDER" "I like it when you fuck me hard" That's a good bitch, now tell us how hard" Trish lifted her head slightly and again looked at her younger sister and me standing there listening to her pleading. Then very quickly looked back towards the floor, leaving her young sister giggling, embarrassing Trish even that much more. "I like it when you fuck me very hard, I like the feeling of your strong cock pounding me" And fuck her... he did, causing her to scream throughout the entire fuck session. As he fucked his girlfriends brains out, I was forced to make out with the younger sister, while we listened to the racket going on in the next room. You could actually hear him, as his hard body slammed into her over and over again. Her screams were strange, leaving me to wonder if they were screams of pleasure, or pain. Meanwhile, there were even rumors floating around school that he had been seen with Robbie's girl Shannon on several different occasions. I figured they were just rumors, that there was nothing to them, probably just someone out to piss Robbie off. Who knows, maybe Donnie himself started the rumors. I had managed to stay well clear of Robby when Donnie wasn't around, knowing damn well what would happen to me if he was able to corner me alone. His angry feelings towards me were still strong, if not stronger, and I know given the opportunity, he would be way more than happy to beat me severely, and probably fuck me to death, or close to it. So when Donnie wasn't there to keep my bud in line, I did my best to keep my distance from my bud. Donnie may do an excellent job on disciplining Robbie when he's with him, but apart, Robbie is still a terror to be dealt with, at least with weak and submissive people like me. However, up against other tough jocks, or really ANYBODY that actually stood up to him, his attitude with THEM is much meeker, way less combative, and often times down right submissive, a huge change from in the past. So we pick up the story nearly three and a half weeks after Robbie had his brains fucked out for the first time, and has since been literally force fed large amounts of Donnie-boy protein. Donnie gets blown by Robbie each morning before school, again during school, and then often once again after fucking his girl that same day. I've been there during most blow-jobs, Donnie loves having me there witnessing how often my bud Robbie takes it down the throat. I think it's a turn on for Donnie, some sort of power trip having Robbie's best friend watching him nearly choke to death on Donnie Colello's massive tool. Very often at the end of the blow-job, Donnie's copious amount of thick protein, can be seen oozing from Robbie's now puffy lips, ooohh ya, forgot to mention, Robbie's appearance is slowly changing. His eyes are showing signs of bagginess from lack of sleep, and his once wicked tight body is slowly losing it's muscle tone from lack of workouts, and a strict diet ordered by Donnie, is causing him to lose weight. I wasn't kidding about his lips either, they really are slightly puffy from being stretched by Donnie's wicked thick cock, several times a day.

Anyways, as I was saying, it's been a few weeks and now, there's some major shit about to go down, so I'll do my best to get it all posted to my journal, so that I can keep you all updated. It all seemed to start Thursday morning of this week, right after Robbie had given Donnie his morning blow-job inside Robbie's car, while parked at the school parking lot. Donnie as usual, fed Robbie most of his load, and the remaining was shot on Robbie's lips. As of this day, nothing had really been made of Robbie`s new morning appearance at the beginning of school, pissing Donnie off big time. I guess those that had noticed Robbie's cum covered lips, though totally puzzled by the sight, never once dared to question him as to what exactly all that goo was, covering his lips. Guess they all figured it was some kind of new lip balm or something to that nature. Funny, but in a way... I guess it was, for my bud anyway.

But today, Donnie would make sure more peeps would give Robbie's new appearance... more attention and thus, more thought. As the three of us walked into the school together, I noticed that Donnie's tight jeans were opened at the button, and the zipper was only pulled up half way, it flared open just above the massive lump. This of course highlighted the awesome rounded basket that protruded his tight crotch. He also wore this incredible evil grin on his face, as he threw his arm around Robbie's shoulder and walked him down the schools main corridor. Donnie went out of the way to nod his head while smiling broadly to several team mates, while at the same time brushing his free hand over his crotch. There would be no doubt from this point on as to what it was exactly... covering Robbie's lips, as Donnie went out of his way to make sure of that. Robbie who had no idea as to what Donnie was up to, also wore a stupid looking grin. Not giving a second thought as to why all his buds all of a sudden... were now looking at him rather oddly.

Still, out of the many team mates that caught the scene, and even took double takes, showing a `what the fuck' expression on their faces, not one of them approached the two jocks to inquire what was up. Maybe it was out of shock that they decided to keep moving and not stop to investigate, maybe they just decided to probe Donnie later... in private. But, one dude, did approach, it was Bryan Turcott the kid from the Mall entrance that caught Robbie kissing and licking Donnie's sneakers.

As I said before, Bryan is the captain of the soccer team, quite aggressive in his own way, and overly cocky to say the least. The huge smile on his face as he approached us, said it all. He knew exactly what was up, and he wasn't going to let it ride till later. "Hey Blackburn, I see you took my advice and found something besides feet to worship. Looks good on you, only wish it was mine. But... hey... maybe we can arrange something for later... eh?" Bryan rubbed his own crotch as he spoke. "I just knew something was up with you two" He then turned his face to Donnie, and pushed his luck. "You a fag also... or are you just lucky.. To have a bud with benefits?" I watched as the grin quickly faded from Donnie's face. "You wanna meet me after school... and we'll see how much of a fag I am?" Donnie, then snickered before Bryan could respond to the question. "Could always use another BITCH... bet I can break YOU a lot quicker... than I broke this one" Fucking Bryan was still smiling as he spoke. "Naaah, no need to dance, man. I'll take your word for it. You plan on sharing? Would love to feel Robbie Blackburn's mouth draining my balls... I mean after he makes love to my feet, of course." Donnie nodded his head. "hey... what he does on his own time is his business... but you interfere with MY time? ... and you and I WILL be dancing after all, got it?" Bryan nodded his head before walking away. "got it, man, no messing with him on your time." Bryan only winked at Robbie before walking away, chuckling. I guess the big surprise was, for me anyway, that fucking Robbie didn't even say boo, while some dude smaller than him, just negotiated his future. This so confused the hell out of me, where was the tough jock that I looked up to... in more ways than one. Where's my hero? Where the hell is my idol? Donnie, in less than four weeks, had literally fucked all the fight out of my best bud. The toughest dude at our school, the most popular jock at our school, was now nothing more than a slut, a pussy, another cock-sucker to be used by the aggressive jocks, tough jocks, jocks that clearly knew how to dominate a weaker male, and did so very well. At our school and Anthony's as well, there were plenty of horny and wicked tough teenage boys, that would literally pay for the opportunity to have a tough school jock on his knees sucking their dick. Well, as it turns out, they very well may be lucky enough to be in the right schools at the right time.

During lunch, Donnie chose the table where he, I and Robbie would sit. It wasn't long before a few of their football and wrestling team mates joined us. They totally ignored Robbie, occasionally one of them would look at him, then shake his head, and chuckle. Then something strange took place. One of the team mates, Thornton Rangely, Thor, to some of his friends and school mates, and quite a jock himself, hauled out a fistful of Tens from his pocket, and waved them at Donnie. "Glad the guys and I didn't bet as much as we were gonna" he then looked hard at Robbie and shook his head again. "Sure had us all fooled, dude. How long I've known ya, since fuckin thirteen, fourteen? Never once gave it a thought that you might be hungry for my dick, man" He then looked back to Donnie. "Still want some proof though, we ain't dishing out two hundred dollars on this bet, till we see it for our selves, K? So let's say locker-room after practice today, coach has to leave early, it will be just the team. We'll wait till the other team members leave, then we'll have an hour or more before Jones arrives to lock up. We wanna SEE him do you. He don't... we keep our money, simple as that." Donnie, grinned widely. "Been wanting an audience all along, I'll have this bitch fuckin suck me off three times in a row, that be proof enough for ya? I'll even have him show you all my cum in his mouth... before making him swallow it... as added proof, how's that? You`ll all get to watch him EAT my fucking cum" All four team mates were now staring at Robbie, but only Thornton could be seen massaging his own basket. Thornton had medium length light brown hair with bright blond streaks all through it, applied by his girlfriend cause she thought it made him look more sexy, and it did. Broad shoulders, nicely cut chest, with thick pecs stretching the tight tee-shirt. Beefy leg muscles, and a wicked nice size basket that stuck out like a base ball behind his jock, when wearing his shiny bright blue football pants without a cup, which was always the case when just practicing with his team mates. Even before I was informed by my bud that I was gay, I had more than once checked out Thornton's baseball size pouch in those sexy shiny pants during practice. I had the feeling he knew I was checking it out too, as he would often make it a point to rub that hot looking basket just as my eyes became glued to it. As Thornton continued brushing his hand and fingers over his crotch, he gave Robbie a half grin. "May even let you BLOW ME... before you leave tonight... IF... I feel the need to get off. I bet you'd like that... huh? But don't worry, dude... we're still buds... I mean you're still the same Robbie Blackburn and all. It's certainly not your fault if your body requires more protein than the rest of us... and me being a good bud... I'd be glad to help you out when I can." This brought laughs from the others, but Robbie and I didn't see the humor in it. Robbie was all nervous and sad looking, his bud Donnie had betrayed him, and there was jack shit he could do about it. He also had Bryan to worry about. The thing is, he and I both knew that he could still probably take Bryan, though it wouldn't be as easy as it was last year, and even Thornton would probably receive a good beating if Robbie really wanted to, so why was he looking so damn nervous? Before we all left the table, it was agreed that Donnie would provide the proof needed, right after practice. I was somewhat relieved that I would not be a part of this, since I wasn't a member of the team. However, before we all split, Thornton grabbed my shoulder, and turned me around. "You be there as well... after all, you and Robbie are like brothers... or is it sisters? ... Anyways, he'd be lonesome if you weren't there. Besides, I think you like seeing us all in our practice uniforms, don't ya?" I was too tired and way confused about Robbie, to discuss my true desires, so I just shrugged my shoulders, and hung my head. I didn't need to look up at Thornton to see the smirk or hear the snicker. "Thought so"

Only other thing that happened on this day before the big event, was passing Shannon in the corridor between fifth and sixth period. She stopped me for a brief moment and asked about Donnie, surprising the shit out of me. "hey Abe, I haven't seen Donnie, is he in school today?" After giving her the look, I decided to correct her, using as much sarcasm as I could. "you mean ROB...BIE right?" It was Shannon's turn to look at me funny. "Noooo, Abe, I mean DON.. NIE. Come on Abe, what gives? You know Robbie and me haven't been together for a while. Sure, we've gotten together once or twice, since you guys came back from that week at camp, but we're not together as a couple and you of all people should know that. I mean I don't even see him around anymore, it's like he's busy with some major project or SOMETHING." I of course was sensing there was a hidden message there, but decided to ignore it. And I wasn't letting her off that easy. "Yaaaa.... But.... But why would you start dating one of his long time buds... it just don't seem right, ya know?" "Listen Abe... I know you and Robbie are the best of friends... but I have a feeling that you don't know him as well as you think you do... maybe you should have a long talk with Donnie. But, just for the record? Donnie and me are not dating, we just get together now and then... if you know what I mean" Ah ha, I got her to admit it. "WAIT...back-up a bit... so you admit that you're... you know... that you're aaaah... letting Donnie ... aaaarmmm... put it to you??? .... Holy shit have you changed, I mean to come right out and announce SOMETHING LIKE THAT to the fucking world and all, thats not like you, Shannon" "Geez Abe, what's the big deal... just name me one person in school that hasn't been fucked by Donnie Colello... better still... name me one person that wouldn't want to be fucked by Donnie Colello... he's the biggest beau-hunk within miles of here, and the thing is... he just keeps getting hotter... and hotter. So why in the world should I feel differently about him than everyone else... huh? I mean Im only human, RIGHT??? So YOU tell me.... Whats the BIG deal? Besides, Abe, youd be very SURPRISED to find out whos taking care of Donnies huge tool"

Okay, maybe what she is saying makes sense, maybe I agreed with some of what she was saying, but I just couldn't understand for the life of me, why she is so willing to admit such a thing so publicly. "ok Shannon, I guess I understand where you're coming from... maybe I don't understand EVERY thing you've just said, but some things, ya.. I get it. Anyways, ya... he's in school today, he's in my next class, I'll tell him you were asking about him. But I've gotta split... or Mr. Raymond will have my ass for being late again. See ya" As I turned to walk away, she grabbed my arm. "Abe, for your own good... have that long talk with Donnie... he has some info about Robbie that you should be aware of." I nodded politely, and walked away. I guess what she wanted me to hear from Donnie, was pretty obvious. I just couldn't believe that he would go so low as to tell HER... of all people. Why would he do that? I'd be asking myself WHY... for a long time.

I was there at practice to watch our popular football team do their thing, as were lot's of students, including Shannon. She and I were sitting at opposite ends of the bleachers, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to hear any more about what it was that I should know, that in her mind, I didn't know, which I of course already knew, about my best bud.

After practice I went to the locker room, not wanting to be on Thornton's hit list. It all seemed normal, the team making suggestions to one another as what that person needs to do to improve, mostly all in fun. Lot's of laughing, and rude jokes about so and so's mom. Not a word about Robbie, and not one rude joke directed towards him, just the way it's always been, which of course put me at ease, even made me feel a hundred percent better.

However, the very moment we were down to just the six of us, the same six that were at the lunch table that day, the tables changed instantly, and not for the best. I felt totally out of place, being the only one dressed, while the others were near naked, all in either a jock or underwear. Then Thornton told me to watch the door, and give out a signal if Jones the maintenance man were to surprise us earlier than usual.

Because of the shape of the locker room being like an `L' and standing at a certain position, I was able to watch the door and the goings on in the shower area at the same time. But what I was witnessing... shocked me. Donnie, wearing only... a not so clean jock, obviously trying to put on a major show for the team-mates that had placed bets on whether or not Robbie is a cock-sucker, grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair with his left hand and with his right fist he pummeled Robbie's chest and abs over and over. When he finally let go of his buds hair, Robbie dropped to his knees in front of Donnie with his face planted solidly against the dirty jock. Donnie grinned at those watching, then snickered loudly. "GIVE IT A GOOD WET KISS, FAG, THEN LICK IT. Later, I'll let you CHEW ON IT. So we can show our buds, what has become your third favorite meal, a very close third, right after my COCK and CUM." Robbie obeyed his young master, clutching his painful abs while pressing his face into Donnie's sweat dampened jock. Kissing it all over, before sticking out his tongue and brushing it up and down the dirty jock from the ball-sac all the way up to the thick head... which by now was stretching and poking it's way out through the tight waist band.

I stood there with my own mouth agape, totally shocked that Donnie had the balls to do this to Robbie so openly, I mean right there in the schools locker-room shower, WHAT-THE-FUCK? I'm sure poor Robbie, seriously didn't know what the hell was happening, because it happened so quickly. He too, had to be as shocked with the total openess as I was. Ya, I know that he and I were aware that something was going to go down, and more than likely it would be a blow-job... but I expected it to be a bit more private, or at least more secluded. The locker room suddenly became loud, with each of the jocks attending... now voicing their surprise, with lots of eeeewwww's and aaaaaaaaaaahhhh's. Thornton's was the first voice I heard before everyone started yelling at once. "Fuck... he really is a fag...holy shit, first he let's Colello use him as a punching bag... now he's busy cleaning Donnie's disgusting jock with his fucking tongue... that is soooo fucking queer"

Donnie allowed Robbie to spend some time licking the putrid jock-strap, then pointed to the top of the jock where the thick head was working it's way out, and to where a gob of Donnie's cock drool began bubbling up through the piss-slit. "Lick it, queer-boy... eat my fucking cock-drool... bitch" Robbie began sobbing quietly. The humiliation in front of an audience was just way too much for him I felt for him, but I knew this little show was nothing compared to what very well may happen... before leaving here to day.

We all watched as Donnie's very obedient bitch, stuck out his tongue and began brushing it over Donnie's thick knob and piss-slit. Then just as obediently, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and clearly gulped, swallowing his buds disgusting pre-cum. With all the hoots and `fuck ya's' it wasn't easy hearing Donnie give more humiliating orders to my bud. "ya, faggot, now lower my jock to the floor using your mouth" Again, Robbie followed the orders of his much tougher bud. Using only his mouth, he had a real hard time lowering Donnie's tight jock, especially down over his buds well muscled thighs. Donnie watched, and harassed Robbie for taking so long. "I'm gonna count to thirty, if my jock strap is not on the floor by the count of thirty, I'm gonna have to punish ya... you hear me, BITCH?" This brought on more laughter and hoots from the other jocks. It also made Robbie struggle that much harder. He went from a kneeling position, to now being on his hands and knees with a mouthful of the jock-strap pouch, trying his best to tug it down.

Thornton moved in closer to Robbie and Donnie, and stood behind the kneeling Robbie, he then straddled my buds back and inched himself forward till his thick thighs were literally straddling Robbie's neck. He then came crashing down on Robbie's bare shoulders with his tight butt, and sat there, with that huge bulge of his pressed against the back of Robbie's neck, making my buds job even that much more complicated. The incredible scene now taking place would have the straightest jock craving head from a fag. The tough alpha jock-boy Thornton sitting on the bare shoulders of another jock, with his massive jock mound pressing hard into the back of that jocks neck, certainly would have been enough to send a horny boy over the edge all by itself. BUT, then you have the very tough-boy that's being sat on, with his mouth full of a dirty jock-strap pouch, trying to tug it off an even tougher school-boy-jock, just standing there with his well muscled legs spread wide, and his long and wicked thick cock oozing pre-cum onto the top of Robbie's head, WELL... all I can say is that you just had to be there to witness this scene.

Donnie continued counting, and although Robbie had made SOME progress, with the jock now down to Donnie's calves, it still wasn't on the floor by the time Donnie shouted out. "28, 29, 30... I warned you, faggot... now lift your head, and open your queer mouth" Of course with Thornton's thick thighs on each side of Robbie's neck, lifting his head was nearly impossible without Thornton's help. So tough-boy Thornton leaned himself back a bit, but still in a sitting position on Robbie's shoulders, and with a fistful of Robbie's hair, he pulled the back of my buds head up into his jock covered balls, so that Robbie was now looking straight up into Donnie's eyes, with the back of his head pressed roughly into Thornton's own well packed jock.

Donnie then looked down directly at his bud Thornton. "watch this... you gotta see it to believe it." He then shifted his eyes back to Robbie. "Open up queer-boy. Open up wide" Donnie then made several mouth movements while building up some saliva, lowering his face closer to Robbie's he spat directly into my buds mouth, after a half dozen times I lost count. Donnie gave his bud Thornton a grin, then gave Robbie a smirk. "EAT IT... swallow my fucking spit... fucking queer... show our buds how fucking much you love the taste of my spit." Robbie took a couple of gulps, then began to sob silently, the humiliation in front of his team mates got to be too much for him. Yet, somehow he just knew that his seventeen year old jock-boy master, was far from done. He was also beginning to show signs of weakness as Thornton's weight on his shoulders began taking it's toll.

It didn't take long after the spit scene for Robbie to remove Donnie's jock-strap, but for him, the misery had only just begun. Donnie, ordered Robbie to literally make love to his cock and balls. "K, fag-boy... time to show our buds how much of a pro you've become at giving blow-jobs. Kiss my fucking piss-slit, bitch. Oooohhh yeeeaah.... get your fucking tongue in there and clean out my piss-slit, cock- suuckkkker. Yeeeeeeaaaaah, look at him... trying desperately to get his fucking queer tongue right up into my fucking piss-slit... ooooh ya...by the way... he's not only my cock-sucker, he's my piss-bucket too. Actually loves the taste of my piss, just can't get enough....can ya, queer-boy?" With that said the room became rather loud with a mixture of hoots, grunts, laughter, and of course a couple of disgusted remarks. "eeeewww... that's fucking gross, drinking another dudes piss" "ooooh man... you're a fucking pig, Blackburn" Only dude that didn't seem to mind very much was Thornton, as he gave Donnie a high five. "You are the fucking balls, man... not only are you the new fucking KING of jocks here at school... but I'm willing to bet that once word gets out... you're gonna be the fucking HERO at every school in the area"

We all watched as my best friend knelt submissively in front of his sadistic teenage master, bully, and former bud and gave him a wicked awesome blow-job, as Donnie went out of his way to fuck Robbie's face as hard as he could, making his latest conquest gag and choke more than ever before... during the entire blow-job. We all watched as Donnie threw his head back and roared like a lion. He then looked down at his former friend. "EAT IT... EAT IT ALL, FUCKING FAGGOT... wait...I forgot... better wait till after you show our buds your cum covered tongue, they're all gonna want proof that Robbie fucking Blackburn actually loves the taste of another dudes sperm" He then ordered Robbie not to swallow till he was told to. Thornton immediately dismounted Robbie's shoulders and moved in front for a better look. Hunching back on his heals, a totally degraded Robbie, was forced to stick his cum covered tongue out and show the buds that he really does love the taste of Donnie Colello's thick creamy baby batter.

While showing each team mate there... that he sure enough did have a mouthful of Donnie Colello's thick cum, and after hearing all the negative comments about him being a faggot, he was ordered by Donnie to swish it around inside his mouth. "K, faggot now swish it all around inside your queer mouth before swallowing it.... Then tell us all in your own words whether or not you like the taste of my cum." Donnie then looked at each of his buds and commented. "He sure as fuck must love it by now... he eats it three or four times a fucking day... and he's been doing so for a fuckin month now" Donnie then turned his attention back to Robbie, and as serious as a heart attack he asked his newest bitch to specific. "Soooo, pussy-boy.... Give us your thoughts, on my cum.... too thick?... not thick enough... too rich?... too creamy... too salty....too sweet... too MUCH?... what?" This questioning had all six teammates laughing their butt's off.

Thornton, still laughing his ass off, couldn't wait to hear. "Come-on Blackburn... tell us if you like the taste of Colello's load or not, don't be shy now... none of us here are going to be offended if you happen to like the taste of the... disgusting... thick... icky... goo... that just happens to come out a dudes piss hole... right guys?" Robbie lowered his head, he'd been trained well by Donnie to answer quickly when spoken to, or suffer the consequences. His mumble was barely audible, as he half whispered his answer. "Ya.. it tastes ok, like he says... I'm used to it now." Of course Donnie wasn't happy that Robbie's answer was barely heard. "Speak-up, fucking pussy-boy... repeat what you just said ... only much louder and like I said... be specific" Robbie restated his answer, much louder, followed by hoots and chants. "I guess I've grown to like the taste Of Donnie's cum... it's kinda sweet... and thick... and he always overfills my mouth with each load" Each team mate including Donnie were now holding their stomachs and howling with laughter, causing Robbie to sob, from the humiliation. As if one decent blow-job was not proof enough that he had turned the toughest school boy jock into a total cock worshiping faggot, Donnie insisted that he put on one more show for his team mates. He made Robbie lay down on his back on the tile floor of the shower, then Donnie positioned himself over Robbie's head, he then got down on top of his buds face, in a push-up position, ordering Robbie to open wide. Donnie stuck the head of his cock into Robbie's mouth and proceeded to do push-ups, counting as he went along. "one, two, three, .... Thirty four, thirty five, .... Fifty one, fifty two" By the time Donnie reached the seventies, everyone watching, began counting along with him in unison. "seventy three, seventy four, seventy five..." Robbie, as usual, was gagging and choking, which failed to bring any sympathy to those watching... hell no, on the contrary, the sight and sounds of Robbie choking on Donnie's thick nine inches... seemed only to be a major turn-on for those horny football players and wrestlers. I guess it was the pure power and control of which a tough jock had over another dude, that had them each massaging their jock baskets.

When Donnie drained his balls into Robbie's wanton mouth a second time, he sat up on Robbie's chest, in a schoolboy pin, and struck a double biceps victory pose. With his new admirers, chanting out his name over and over again, it was so clear, as to who now ran the school. "Donnie, Donnie, Donnie" Still, Donnie wasn't quite finished with his show. He was beyond himself hearing his team mates yell out his name, proving that he was now officially the schools toughest jock, and wanted nothing more than to give them an encore. While sitting on top of his little bitch, he ordered Robbie to lick the entire massive cock. "You still a little hungry, faggot? Would you like some more protein? Maybe if you beg real nice... Thor will feed you Thanksgiving Dinner ... but first, you forgot to clean my cock... so start with licking the head clean, then lick my balls before licking along the sides of my awesome shaft... GET IT ALL NICE AND CLEAN... I plan on leaving here and fucking a REAL bitch tonight" More cheers from his newest fans brought a wide smile to Donnie's face.

Unfortunately, Thornton nor anyone else got to enjoy their first blow-job from their former leader. Just as Robbie finished cleaning his master's cock, I gave the signal that Jones was making his way towards the locker room. This of course pissed off those waiting patiently to choke the former leader with their own cocks. As each one proceeded to dress, they tried making plans with Robbie for later that night, but the new leader would have a say about that. "He's not available tonight, guys, I have plans for him later... but tell ya what... I'll be happy to set up a schedule so that you each get you're fair share of the new cocksucker`s mouth... that includes private time with him if you want" Although there were some unhappy remarks being tossed around the room, before each went their separate ways, they all were in agreement that a schedule was probably the best idea.

Once outside the school, Donnie was offered a ride home by Thornton, which left me totally alone with my DEAMON, scaring the hell out of me. Robbie however, seemed totally preoccupied with his own problem at hand. How to literally LIVE through his final year at school. He walked ahead of me towards his car, then, rather then get into the car, he leaned backwards against the rear end, and just broke down big time, sobbing uncontrollably. I wasn't sure what to do, every time I tried calming him down since Donnie entered the picture, I would only get yelled at or worse, so I just stood there like an idiot, my head bowed to the ground, my hands in my pockets, shifting from one foot to the other and kicking at pebbles with the toes of my sneakers.

You would think that after having such a horrific day, you would be pardoned from any further abuse or humiliation, not so for my poor Robbie. Out of no-where steps Bryan, all decked out in his shiny silky soccer shorts, sneakers, and shirtless. Before continuing, let me just say this. With his skimpy sexy soccer shorts and no shirt, this frigging dude was FUCKING HOT. OK, just had to say that. So like I said, he suddenly appears literally out of no where, leaving me nearly in a trance, and asking the stupid question. "Holy shit...where did you just come from, dude?" "FUCK OFF FAGGOT" Was his reply, as he roughly shoulder chucks me out of his way. Now directly in Robbie's tearful face, yelling loudly. Bryan is anxious to have Robbie eating his words from that day at the Mall. "So Blackburn... you ready to teach me some fucking manners, like you promised... huh?" Not waiting for a response from Robbie, Bryan punched my bud in the face three times, before pummeling Robbie in the abs with some pretty powerful gut punches. Before Robbie even knew what the fuck was going down, Bryan dragged him by the hair to a small grassy patch on the other side of the car, totally out of view from anyone remaining at school, then using his powerful soccer legs he worked on Robbie's abs, kneeing him a half dozen times while holding him up by a fistful of hair, before allowing Robbie to finally drop to the ground.

The whole thing happened so fucking fast, in just a matter of seconds, Robbie was in a fetal position groaning loudly from the pain. At first with Bryan standing over Robbie, it appeared he was done beating him up. "Not so fucking tough without your bud Colello... are you, faggot? I knew I could kick your ass, and fuck... if I haven't been wanting to do this for fucking years, tough-boy" Bryan then used the toes of his sneakers to turn Robbie over onto his back. I was so fucking disappointed with him, he didn't even try to get up, he just laid there looking up at Bryan, with one palm on his painful left jaw, and the other clutching his painful abs. This only brought a smirk from Bryan. "What? ... man You just going to lay there while I work you over? ... come-on get up, I wanna feel that awesome high... the incredible feeling of power, as I put you back down there... groveling at my fucking feet, FAGGOT!" When Robbie still failed to get up, Bryan simply fell hard on top of Robbie's face, smothering my poor buds face with that wicked muscled butt of his, all wrapped up wicked tight in that thin silky material. Bryan sat squarely on top of Robbie's face, and began pummeling those once powerful abs of my bud. Giving every solid punch all his power and then some. You could barely hear Robbie's painful groaning, as Bryan was no where near close to easing up on his power punches. It seemed like hours, but probably only long moments, before Bryan stopped the punching, turned his body around, now straddling Robbie's chest, he gave Robbie a nasty evil grin. "We're not done yet... faggot. Not till you beg me to stop beating on you... and then you're going to beg me to let you BLOW me... after that... and ONLY if the blow-job is decent... I may only wanna slap you around a little. So let's hear it... queer-boy... beg me to stop hurting you."

Robbie didn't even hesitate a frigging second, before he started pleading with Bryan to ease up on the beating. "Please, dude... I'm sorry I said that... that night at the Mall... I was just pissed off... I didn't really mean it... I swear... please... no more punches... I give" Tears were now rolling down my face, for two totally different reasons, one, I was feeling sorry for Robbie, but I was also crying because I wondered who this dude was, laying there on the ground, begging the dude on top of him to please stop hurting him? One thing was for sure, it wasn't my wicked tough, best bud next door, it wasn't the tough dude I had grown to admire and worship all these years, it sure as hell wasn't my idol.

Bryan was one big grin, as he moved in closer to Robbie's face, till that silky bulge was pressed tightly to the nose and mouth of that stranger laying their beneath him. "lick my crotch, faggot... here, start with my balls... lick right through the thin nylon and make love to my balls... fucking queer... you`re gonna be sucking my baby makers right outta them in a minute... but for now... just massage them with that fuckin tongue of yours, fucking cock-sucking faggot... you and I are gonna being meeting up like this a lot from now on... I promise you... yeeeaaah, sweeeeet... now beg me to let you suck my dick, fuckin queer... yeeeaaah... beg me real nice like" I just stood there shaking my head slowly as I listened to some stranger plead with another dude to let him suck the dudes dick. It literally was only a second or two before Robbie was begging to be allowed to blow yet another dude. "Please, Bry... let me blow you... I'm begging you... please let me give you a blow-job"

Again, like a total idiot I stood back and watched as Robbie was fed his second cock ever. Now, like me, he was well on his way of becoming a cock connoisseur. Bryan made Robbie lick and then suck the big knob over and over again, while still sitting on top of Robbie's upper chest in a tight school boy pin. With the front waste band of his thin, skimpy, soccer shorts now tucked under his nut-sac, and his well muscled soccer thighs splayed on each side of Robbie's head, Bryan was ready for his first ever blow-job from another dude. If you're wondering why he chose Robbie to be the first, join the club, but we soon find out. Bryan, was moaning like a sick cow as his nice looking cock-head was being worshiped. "Oooooohhhhhh fuuckkking yes... yes... YES...lick and suck my cock-head, fag-boy... lick it....lick it...now suck it....SUCK IT....oooohhh fuckkkin aaaayyy... make fucking love to my dick-head... yeeeaah....sweeeeeeet... you're gonna be my first male bitch." I began rubbing my own basket as I watched Robbie devour another nice size dick. I nearly shot my load when Bryan grabbed a tight fistful of Robbie's hair and power-slammed his tool all the way into the former tough-boys mouth and throat, and held there. Lucky for Robbie, Bryan was a couple of inches smaller than Donnie, so taking it all the way so roughly and brutally wasn't exactly life threatening these days. Now leaning down on top of Robbie's face, Bryan humped a little then brutally shoved back in all the way, and held again. "Oooooohhhh fuck... fuck... fuck... I never knew getting head from a faggot was this fucking awesome. Just so you know... you're the first queer I ever let blow me. Seeing Colello's cum smeared all over your tough boy lips today, made me horny as all fuck. See, my bro always told me... if you want head get it from a chic... but if you want GREAT head... get some fag to blow you, on top of receiving awesome head... you can be as rough as you want"

Like all tough boys, hearing another dude choke on your tool, must make all the whistles blow... deep down in your loins. I'm serious, I swear it must send off that alarm, inside the cum factory, to start churning that hot lava. I mean it seems to work that way with Robbie, and Donnie, and Hammer-boy, and now Bryan. Once the dude on the bottom starts gagging and choking, it isn't long before the dude on top starts shooting, massively.

Bryan, now leaning over Robbie's head, began bouncing up and down wicked hard on Robbie's face, brutally pistoning his cock in and out of my former hero's mouth and throat. Then quickly he sat up on Robbie's chest and savagely with both his hands on the back of Robbie's head, Bryan gave a brutal yank forward, while at the same time giving his hips a powerful thrust, spearing Robbie's throat harder than Donnie had ever done. Creating all kinds of emotions from the totally beaten Robbie, His eyeballs rolled back into his head for a second or two, the choking and gagging was totally uncontrollable, his entire body was shaking, his fists were pounding the ground. Meanwhile, Bryan was showing some emotion as well, yet unlike Robbie's uncomfortable and totally freaked out emotions, Bryan's emotions were showing signs of total bliss, and ecstasy. While holding onto Robbie's head wicked tight, he threw his head back, closed his eyes and began hissing, and moaning, and growling for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only long seconds. Yet, to poor Robbie, I'm sure it seemed like hours.

Bryan, returned to earth and looked down at the top of Robbie's still inflated head, and grinned as he pulled out half-way, kinda like a little teaser, before roughly thrusting back in, and keeping up with this technique till he was thoroughly milked, long moments later. "Now clean it... and clean it good... we're almost done ...for today that is... gonna have to high five my brother... he was so right on... have to pass this info onto my little bro now... for sure"

Bryan kept Robbie pinned beneath him, as he kept his promise about slapping him around a little. Bitch slapping Robbie, gently at first, then progressively more roughly. He asked his new male bitch questions in between the steady slaps. "So, how long you been sucking cock, queer-boy" Robbie now feeling the wicked sting from the slapping, began squinting his eyes while trying hard to answer Bryans questions. "Donnie was the first, about a month ago... could you please stop slapping me, dude" Bryan just smirked. "Get used to it... I'm gonna be bitch slapping you all over the fucking school, BITCH. You sure it's only been a month? You're too fucking good at this to be a newcomer. Bet you been giving your queer bud here blow-jobs for years... eh? ... hmmm, maybe...just maybe... Abe here isn't a fag after all... maybe it's been you sucking his dick all along" The very thought sent an urge throughout my entire body, even made me rub my semi hard on, imagining it was me sitting on top of Robbie and fucking his mouth raw. Then I was curious, how did Bryan know I was gay to begin with. As the slaps got harder, tears began running down Robbie's cheeks. "Noooo, I swear...I've never done anything with this faggot, cept making him blow me a few times a day, and beat the fuck outta him, whenever I felt the urge... that's all...I swear I've never touched his queer dick"

The bitch slapping went on till, the slaps were so hard that Bryan was literally leaving hand imprints on Robbie's face. He also continued asking his new male bitch humiliating questions. Finally like an hour and a half after it all began, Bryan was done... for the day. He and Robbie were now standing, nose to nose, as Bryan held tightly to a fistful of Robbie's hair. "Like I said, you and I are gonna get together like this a couple of times a week. On the days I don't get real pussy, your mouth will have to do... GOT IT?" "Yes... I got it...please let go of my hair?" Bryan was now wearing THE grin, the same grin that Robbie had before being outted, the same grin, Donnie wears so proudly, and the same grin Hammer-boy had after taking control of me. I guess it was the grin of superiority, a grin that you get when you have complete and total control over another dude, and you both know it. Before releasing the grip on Robbie's hair, he had one more demand. "You're free to go, but first get down on your knees, and give my cock-head a nice long... wet kiss, BITCH" Fucking Robbie was on his knees in lightening speed. What the fuck was that all about? Fear? Respect? Who knows... but there he was, kneeling before another dude, kissing the dudes thick knob, the way he used to kiss Shannon.

Finally it was just Robbie and I, and he was such a fucking mess. I was too disgusted with him to even offer a shoulder for him to cry on. No longer afraid of him beating the fuck out of me, I helped him into the car, and actually yelled at him for the first time ever. "STRAIGHTEN THE FUCK OUT... you have to drive us home... and I'll be damned if I want you fucking crying while you're driving ME home" I was shocked for maybe the third or fourth time today, actually lost fucking count. Anyways, I was wicked surprised after yelling at Robbie that he didn't take a swing at me, quite the contrary, he actually apologized to me, you heard me right...fucking Blackburn actually said he was sorry to ME, even calling me by name. "Im sorry, Abe... I'll try to stop crying till I get you safely home... what's happening to me, Abe?... It feels like my whole world is crumbling, to bits and pieces. What's worse is... I don't even hate Donnie... not even Bryan....I mean I should...right? I know I should hate them both...yet I don't... isn't that weird?"

I was still disgusted with his actions with Bryan, I mean fucking Bryan, a year younger than Robbie, and no where's near the muscle god that Robbie is... or was. Ok, I could see Donnie, taking total control of Robbie, and ya, maybe Bryan has put on some muscle, but he's still smaller and younger, no matter how you look at it. So what if he's in the same grade as Robbie, Donnie, and me, the kid has brains... never had brawn though, not till just this year, and now he's like some kinda fucking bully or something. I looked over at this stranger driving the car, and told him exactly how I felt. "Weird? Ya... I guess you can say that... you're just some kinda fucking weirdo lately....I'll give you that. Now stop the fucking sniffling... you're making me sick, what with all this fucking whining like the little bitch that you've become... SO FUCKING CUT IT... or I'll fucking bitch slap you myself, fucking cunt" Oooohhh yeah, that was me talking, may not be walking... once we reach my house, but that all came from me, shock # what-the-fuck-ever. I even felt myself flinch after the last word left my mouth, but nothing happened. No back-hand to my face, no right handed fist to the side of my head, not even a verbal threat, NOTHING.

I decided not to push my luck, and kept my mouth shut the rest of the way home. When we pulled up into Robbie's driveway, there was Donnie sitting on the back steps, looking super fucking hot, with a tight sleeveless muscle shirt, cut high above his cute navel, pecs stretching the tee big time. His guns all pumped up, and wearing wicked tight camouflaged army pants, with a bulge and a half protruding the crotch. Damn did he look HOT, even if he didn't look to frigging happy. Thankfully, Robbie's rents weren't home yet, because Donnie was some kinda pissed. "WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN, COCKSUCKER? It don't take no two hours to get here from the fucking school, and I don't remember giving fucking permission to go ANYWHERE after school" Before Robbie could get one word out of his mouth, Donnie was punching the fuck out of him. I stood there taking it all in, Robbie not lifting one finger to protect himself. Donnie punched Robbie over and over again for like a good ten minutes, before he calmed down. We all then headed for the rear door, once inside, I grabbed a cola from the fridge, and said my goodbyes, figuring I'd seen enough abuse for one day.

Donnie, roughly grabbed me as I headed for the door. "No, no... not so fast, missy. I have a special treat for us all tonight. I brought a special DVD for us to watch when we're ready for bed. So you're allowed to go and kiss mommy, spend a little time with her... then get your ass back here... I want all three of us to watch this video together" I agreed to come back after dinner and spend the night. But I hated the fact that I had less freedom with Donnie than I had with Robbie, and I wasn't even getting anything from Donnie. He just wanted me around to witness Robbie's humiliation, and by being there, he figured it would humiliate Robbie that much more, and that may have worked in the beginning, but these days, I don't even think Robbie notices me in the room while he's being subjected to humiliating tasks. I think having me as a witness, doesn't even faze Robbie, these days.

I hadn't spent a lot of time with my mom since Donnie came into the picture, always running in and out of the house, so it was kinda nice sharing some time with her now. We talked before dinner and all the way through dinner. At one point, she just stood there staring at me, then she commented on how my body was growing. "you know dear, you're becoming a very handsome young man, you must spend time working out with Robbie these days, your body is taking on muscle, and you're filling out all over" I walked over and looked into the full length mirror hanging in the downstairs bathroom. I was amazed, I actually did look a little fuller. "Hmmm, I don't know, mom... I'm not working out or anything... yet you're right... I do look different... strange... huh?" "Not really, hon... your dad is just naturally muscular appearing... so I guess you get it from him" Mom, never mentions my father, and I hardly ever think of him, but there is a photo of him on my moms dresser, and he does look as though he works out, but then again, he was a hard worker, so that may explain why HE looks so muscular, but why it is I'm beginning to look stronger... I have no idea.

After dinner, I kissed mom goodnight and explained that I was spending another night at Robbie's. She just shrugged her shoulders, and sighed. "You'd think he'd be tired of your face by now... ooooh by the way, your new friend aaaahhh sorry dear, I don't remember his name off hand... the one that spent the night here with you and Anthony not that long ago....aaaaahhh... hmmm" I just smiled... Hammer-boy, mom...his name is Hammer-boy" She gave me that look of hers, when she thinks I'm teasing her. "Seriously dear, what is his name? You know... he's such a sweetheart, always so polite and such a gentleman on the phone. If he's told me once, he's told me a thousand times now... how very much he enjoyed his stay-over that night. I keep telling him he's more than welcomed to stay any time he chooses.... Anyways, he told me to tell you to check your e-mails, he says he has sent you a few and has not herd from you. So would you do that for me, hon. He really is so sweet" I just rolled my eyes, if she only knew how much he truly did enjoy that stay-over. What am I talking about? If she only knew the REAL him, sweet? I don't think so. "K mom, just for you... I will check my emails after school tomorrow, and email him back, promise" I kissed her on the cheek and ran to Robbie's, not wanting Donnie to be as angry at me, as he was with Robbie earlier.

Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn were seated in the family room, when I entered and yelled my hello as I headed for the basement door. "Hello, Abe how are you, dear? And slow down... Robbie will still be in the basement by the time you get down there. By the way... his grandparents think that you are the sweetest thing since cotton candy, they send their love" "Thank you... and please thank them for me... see ya" Once downstairs, I found Robbie knealing at the foot of his, ooops, I mean, Donnie's Solaflex, with Donnie stretching and pumping that wicked awesome body of his. Robbie had a couple new war bruises on his face, from this afternoon, and I wondered how he explained them away to his rents, but didn't dare bring up the subject while Donnie was around. I took a good look at my one time hero, and he really has changed, he's looking much thinner these days, and his muscle tone seems to be slowly disappearing. Donnie only made a snide remark as I sat down next to Robbie. "Nice of you to join us, faggot... glad you finally got around to coming back, musta liked what your boyfriend got this afternoon for being late... you asking me to give you the same treatment? Is that it? Cause I sure as hell don't have a problem with that." I looked over at Donnie and apologized. "Sorry, sir... it's just that I haven't spent much time with my mom lately... and I..." Donnie cut me short. "Whatever, bitch... I don't need to here your fucking sob stories... just don't keep me waiting again... or else" Once Donnie was finished with his work-out, he stood in front of Robbie, wearing a thin pair of white boxer-briefs with a black $2.00 first' waist band. The briefs were totally saturated with Donnie's sweat, showing off his massive equipment and leaving nothing to the imagination. He grinned down at Robbie. "What you waiting for slave-boy... start licking" Without needing to be told twice, Robbie's tongue was out and doing it's job almost immediately, licking the wet briefs from balls to cock-head. "Yeeeaaah, that's it you fucking pussy... take care of your mans sweat... yeeeaaah lap it up, fucking twat. You know I'm going to fuck your lights out tonight, right?... Maybe a few times before daylight... and we have the perfect video to watch while my power tool here is pumping a nice load of Colello seed up your ass, now stand up and do my pits, you know the route I want you to take by now" I not only watched closely, but also found myself craving for some of Donnie's protien, not having any since that first night he entered the picture. I was some what surprised at my self, this is the first time I actually desired someone other than Robbie, so strongly. I guess it was like Shannon said... name me one person that doesn't want to be fucked by Donnie', well, it wasn't that I wanted to be fucked by him, been there, way too big for me, but I did enjoy the taste of his cum, not to mention the copious volume, and at the moment, I was so craving to taste it again. After watching Robbie tongue worship his hot seventeen year old master, I was beginning to feel slighted. It had been a while since I had tasted cock and more importantly... CUM, and now... nearly two weeks since I had my mouth fucked by Hammer-boy, I found myself actually craving for it. Hmmmm, maybe I would answer his e-mail tomorrow after all. When the `once around the world' show was over, Donnie shoved Robbie down face first on the sheeted air mattress near the TV, and threw a couple of pillows at him. "Better make yourself comfortable, cunt... it's gonna be a long, long night" He then turned to me and ordered me to place the video he brought, into the DVD player. After doing so, and then hitting play, I laid myself down on the sheeted air mattress next to thiers, and rested my chin on top of the pillows just as Robbie had done. Within seconds I heard what sounded like a deep muffled cry come from Robbie who was laying right next to me. I turned my head to see what the fuck that noise was, and sure enough, it was coming from Robbie. Donnie had stuffed one of the socks he had worn that day into Robbie's mouth, and was now laying fully on top of Robbie, it must have been when he had penetrated him all the way, that Robbie made that horrific noise. Donnie, turned his head in my direction, and grinned that wicked evil grin of his. "This fucking fag loves the taste of my dirty socks especially after I've been working out in em all day... yep just fuckin loves the taste... almost as much as he loves the taste of my cum. Tell ya... you two are going to fucking love this video" Donnie finished that sentence just as he withdrew and then with all his strength, he mercilessly thrusted as hard as he could back into Robbie's butt, causing another tearful muffled yelp from the dude, I used to admire. As disgusted as I was with this new Robbie, I still felt pity for him at the moment, being fucked by Donnie wasn't something I envied anybody for, trust me.

Once the video started, I turned my gaze from Robbie to the TV, the first scene was of Donnie and what appeared to be a young brother doing push-ups on a thick matt. If the other dude was his brother, he was wicked good looking, not as muscular as Donnie, but had a pretty hot bod all the same, and his drop dead good looks more than made up for the lack of muscle tone. Once they finished their push-ups the two sat on a couch and faced the camera. "Hey, Robbie, wanna introduce you to my bro, Rocco, we call him the Rock. I know that you two have met before but it's been a few years so, I figured I would reintroduce ya's. He can't wait to meet you again, he's been having wet dreams for the past couple of weeks... ever since I showed him that hot video you and I starred in. He want's to say hi, so I'll let him speak for himself. But hey, don't go away, cause I have a special guest that I know you'll wanna see, but for now, here's the Rock"

We watched as the Rock stood up and began doing body poses, while talking to us, or more precisely to Robbie. "Hey fag, my bro says you like dudes with muscle... you like these guns? See how they blow up when I flex em... nice, huh? Take a look at these legs, see how thick these thigh muscles are, you like em?" Rocco, and Donnie were both wearing tight boxer-briefs and nothing else, I say this because I want you to get the full picture as Rocco began doing a slow strip, sort of teasing us, as he spoke. Using the palm of his left hand to brush the waist-band down a tiny bit at a time, while standing with his legs spread wide, and doing a tight muscle pose with his right biceps. He continued with the slow strip, brushing the front waistband down gently and slowly, till his thick black curlie's were showing, never giving us a full view of his nice size dick, but his thick pubes were incredibly hot looking all by them selves. I can't emphasize enough how gorgeous this dude is, with his pitch black curly hair, that was long in the back but shorter on the sides, kinda like that of the statue of David. His smooth olive skin, was flawless, and where there was a little sweat built up, it gave the olive skin such a hot sheen, kind of made you wanna lick the tv screen. His pearly whites were shaped perfect, as was his wicked dark eyes and huge black brows. We all watched as he grabbed a handful of his package, and hissed with clenched teeth. "What about this... I bet you like this muscle, eh, queer-boy? My bro says he loves listening to you choke, funny, how that must run in the family... cause that's my favorite sound too. I may not be as muscular as my bro Donnie, but I'm just as big where it counts most... well, you'll be seeing it soon enough, so you'll be able to compare for yourself. Meanwhile, my bro wants to get on with the show... I personally think you're gonna love it, so relax and enjoy... see ya soon, bitch"

I turned my head to see how Robbie was holding up, with Donnie's dirty sock still inside his mouth, Robbie's moans were nearly silent, but the pain was no longer in his eyes, so I figured he was fine for the moment. Meanwhile Donnie was sort of slow fucking him, with long slow thrusts. The scene was truly hot, with Donnie laying on top, and his entire body covering Robbie's, even his legs wrapped around Robbie's, so that even if Robbie was strong enough, he still wouldn't be able to escape from the wieght of the hard muscles pinning him down so effortlessly. Donnie turned his head towards me, and grinned. "the best part is coming up now, so stop drooling and pay attention, cunt" The next scene had my eys bugging out, and once again on this day I was shocked beyond belief I couldn't hold it back no matter how hard I tried as I screamed out. "Oooh my fucking word... no way, man... no fucking way" Donnie meanwhile was laughing his ass off. "Ooooh yes, way... but keep your eyes glued to the screen"

I turned my head to see Robbie's expression, he was sobbing, and tried burying his face into the pillows. But Donnie would have none of that, as he grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair and roughly yanked Robbie's head up high and held it there, while at the same time he gave his bitch several wicked hard thusts, and gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Keep your eyes opened and on the screen, you fucking cocksucker, I made this video just for you, and you're gonna watch the whole fucking thing even if I have to hold your head up like this the whole time, fucking ungrateful bitch"

On the screen was Donnie wearing only the bright red thong type jock strap that he bought with Robbie's own money. But of course it wasn't the jockstrap that was shocking, it was a naked Shannon kneeling in front of Donnie licking it, that had Robbie and I so totally out of it. The voice on the screen started out as Donnie's, and the words exchanged between the two were just as shocking as the scene itself. "So tell me again, cunt... why did you and that faggot Robbie break up?" Shannon pulled her face away from that massive bulge, and looked up at Donnie. "Come on, Donnie. I've already told you three times... it was because he wanted me to give him head... and well.... well I'm not into that... it's disgusting" Donnie turned his head to the camera and gave us his evil grin, then again looked down into Shannons eyes and smirked. "but you don't have a problem sucking MY dick, right?" Donnie emphasized his question by grabbing a handful of Shannons blond hair and roughly mashing her face into his bulging jockstrap. He then yanked her head away so that she could answer. She looked up at the hunk of hunks and whimpered. "Nooo I don't have a problem giving YOU a blow-job" Again Donnie turned to the camera with that evil grin and winked. Then smiled down at the bitch kneeling before him and proceeded with his questions. "and why is it you don't have a problem sucking MY dick, when you wouldn't go along with sucking queer-boy Robbie's?" The slut Shannon, again forced her eyes away from the jockboy's crotch and gazed up the new top gun jock at school. She gave her answer in broken words, totally aware that her answer would certainly paint her as a mean fucking SLUT. "because... You know... you said... you told me, that you wouldn't... you know... that you wouldn't ever fuck me again... if I didn't suck you dick each time before fucking me." Donnie again smiled broadly into the camera. "That's right, cunt... you don't suck MY dick... I don't fuck your brains out... it's as simple as that... and why is it so important to you... that I fuck your brains out, you little slut?" It was clear that Shannon just wanted to get on with the blow-job, and that these questions were beginning to anoy her. "Please Donnie, can't we just get on with it... I so wanna feel this inside me... please?" "yeeaah, you just keep begging, bitch... when I'm through with my questions... you'll feel it inside you alright... oooh yeeaah... I promise you, you'll feel it... now just answer the questions. Why is it so important to you that I fuck your brains out?" Poor Shannon, she would have been just as happy to kneel there and stare at that awesome cotton covered mound, less than an inch from her pouty lips. But, her NEED to feel that huge Italian Salami deep inside her pussy was far to great. "I just... I can't make it through a whole week... without you fucking me, Donnie. I need to feel this hot strong body of yours... on top of me, fucking me as hard as you want... you're the bigest in school, in every way... you're the top gun now... and I need to have you... at least once a week or as often as you want... so I'll do anything... anything you demand"

Donnie was beside himself, gleeing joyfully into the camera, before getting down to business with Robbie's girlfriend. "and what I demand from you... you fucking little slut... is that you lower my jockstrap with you mouth, and get busy licking my fucking balls... NOW!" Shannon like her now gay boyfreind, or rather former boyfriend, wasted no time obeying her young master. However, unlike her former jock boyfriend, it took her no time at all to lower that sexy jockstrap to the floor, and a lot less time to wrap her tongue around Donnie's massive ball-sac. Donnie once again winked into the camera, and allowed his latest conquest to work his balls for a while, before grabbing her by the hair and raising her head to his thick nine inch pussy slayer. "SUCK THAT HEAD INTO YOUR MOUTH, AND LICK MY PISS-SLIT, fucking pig slut" I again turned my head towards Robbie, and saw the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was still sucking on Donnie's sock, but Donnie's position had changed. the top gun jock-boy was now straddling Robbie's butt in a sitting position, while still thrusting away inside his slave-boys once tight bubble butt. Donnie also had his hands covering Robbie's mouth while stretching his neck and shoulders as far back as he could, holding Robbie's head up as high as it could possibly go, without snapping the neck. He obviously wanted the fucking to last a while, as he would brutally fuck Robbie's butt wicked hard, and then slow down for a bit. Back on the screen, Shannon was still worshiping the thick head of Donnie's cock, while listening to the on going verbal abuse from him. "oooohh yeeaah... that's it... stick the tip of you tongue right down into my piss-slit. You know... that's your boyfriends favorite thing to do also... ya he fucking loves sucking my piss-slit... always trying to either suck my cum or my piss right out of it. Ya, you heard me right... your boyfriend loves it when I piss into his fuckin mouth... he drinks it right down like water... but don't worry... this is only your fourth time blowing me... soon you'll be doing everything he does... just to humor me" A few minutes passed before Donnie was sinking more and more of his thick salami into Shannon's mouth, he was about three quarters in before she began choking and gagging big time, but he held there and laughed at her suffering. "You're doing better... by this time next week, you'll be taking the whole shaft down your slutty throat, I promise" She did her best to pull her head away, but Donnie only laughed at her struggle, even began thrusting his power tool in and out of her mouth. His thrusts were slow at first, but within minutes, he added brutal force to his thrusts, and began slamming his huge cock inside her mouth and throat mercilessly. Of course while fucking her throat so roughly, he felt the need to speak directly to his slave-boy. "Yeah... eat your heart out Blackburn... not only is your girlfriend SUCKING COCK... she's sucking the COCK you just happen to be in love with"

I turned my head to get Robbie's reaction, and just as I did, I noticed Donnie was now fucking Robbie's bubble butt with brutally sadistic force. "Aaaaahhhh fuck... hearing you fucking crying while watching your chic suck my dick has got me soooo fucking horny... but you may wanna save your tears for later, cocksucker... cause the best is yet to come" Robbie's face was drenched in tears, and no wonder, how long had he tried to get Shannon to suck his dick? I'm here to tell you it was nearly two frigging years, and here she is nearly choking to death on Donnie Colello's thick nine inch tool in less than a couple of weeks. Meanwhile back on the screen, Donnie was still doing quite a number on Shannon. What with slamming her throat mercilessly, and all the verbal abuse as well. "Ooooh yeeaah, bitch, I've taught you well... you're using that tongue of yours just the way I like it. Amazing what practice can accomplish... huh. Oooooh fuck, fuck, fuck, get ready for your sweet reward, cunt.... Cause here is comes... remember what I told you last time... keep it all in your mouth... till I say you can swallow."

Shannons weak fists were pummeling Donnie's well muscled legs, as he gave her throat a mighty thrust and held, while his thick power tool throbbed within her mouth, coating it with thick Colello jock juice. She may have looked miserable at the moment, choking and gagging on the biggest cock in school, along with the sweet cream that was literally filling her mouth, but I still envied her, even as her eyes bulged out and heavy tear drops flowed down her cheeks, and she gagged as though she may pass out at any moment.

When Donnie had finished milking his last drops of pearly white nectar inside her mouth, he warned her again about keeping it inside her mouth. "Remember, cunt... not one drop leaves your mouth. We need to show your boyfriend what your tongue looks like... coated with my sperm." Donnie dragged Shannon closer to the camera, so that we could get a close-up of the sluts tongue. "Now open up wide and stick your tongue out, so that your fucking queer boyfriend can see for himself that the proof is in the puddin" Donnie began laughing his ass off at his pun on words.

After showing us that her mouth cavity was nearly full with Donnie's cum, he insisted that she continue to look into the camera and swallow a little bit at a time. "Good girl, I know how badly you wanna eat my baby batter, so go ahead, just a little bit at a time." Once she had finished swallowing the entire load of jock-boy juice, Donnie humiliated her a little more. "What a good girl... now continue looking into the camera, and smile, while using your palm to rub your belly, and say uuumm uuuuummmm good like a good little slut would say after eating Colello sperm" Shannon followed Donnie's orders, while smiling right at us. I just shook my head, and whispered to Robbie. "don't feel bad, dude. Just think of it this way... Your only loss is one hell of a slutty pig, and your loss... is assholes gain" I guess Donnie's hearing is better than I gave him credit for. "You know what, bitch? You're getting just a little too fucking mouthy... keep it up... and I'll have you up here sucking my cum right outta your boyfriends butt-hole, and that`s after I punch your fuckin lights out, and wake you with a face fulla piss, fucking little faggot"

Just when we thought the show on the screen was over, Donnie gives further orders to Shannon. "Now, my little slave girl... you know what you need to do next... let's show em how well I've trained you" Without any argument on Shannons part, she sank to her knees, stuck out her tongue, and began lapping Donnie's entire shaft, starting with the lower cock and working around it in a spiraling direction. However, Donnie wasn't too pleased. "uh uh bitch, I know you love the taste of my cock... but you know where to start by now" Donnie wrapped his own fist around his heavy tool and lifted it high, leaving his bull balls right at the level of her lips. "LICK EM CLEAN, CUNT"

Just as those words left Donnie's mouth, I heard him and Robbie next to me, moaning loudly. Donnie had finally shot his load into Robbie. As I turned my head to look at them, Donnie was laying flat on top of Robbie, enveloping Robbie's body entirely with his muscles, as Robbie struggled to throw him off, with no success. "Where you think you're going, bitch? There's more to the video, and I've only thrown one fuck into you... I gotta go for at least three before morning, you should know that by now"

With that said, Donnie began pumping Robbie's rounded ass all over again. He was also right on about the video not being over yet. Once Shannon was finished tongue bathing Donnie's equipment, he held her face in front of his semi hard dick, and began asking her degrading questions. "you fucking love my cock more than anything and ANYONE, dontcha?" Without even having to think about the question even for one second, she was nodding her head yes. I so bad wanted to spit in her face, and I made a mental note to do just that. Meanwhile Donnie continued with the questions, while holding her head within a hair of his thickening cock. Bet that more than anything in life, you wish that my cock had a twin... dontcha?" Again, the slut answered without giving it a thought. "do you really think you could handle TWO cocks if there was another one exactly like mine?" Shannon looked up at Donnie questioningly. "Donnie, I swear... that if your cock had a twin... I would love them both equally" A huge smile appeared on the new Top Guns puss. "That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say... Come on out bro." Suddenly walking into the view of the camera was Rocco, all smiles and totally naked. He stopped briefly to face the camera, then lifted his nine inch thick tool up with his fist wrapped around it, and pointed it right at us. "Here ya go Robbie, check it out... but no need to drool, you'll be getting a good taste of it soon enough" Rocco then took his place at Donnie's side, and smiled down at Shannon. "so I'm happy to hear that you're gonna equally LOVE my cock as much and as often as you do my lil bro's" Then as if he had just read my mind, he spat in her face not once, but twice. "I've been watching and listening from that door way over there, and I just have to tell ya, In my eighteen years, I've met a lot of sluts... especially growing up downtown here... but you most definitely get the trophy for being the BIGGEST SLUT my dick has ever had the pleasure of meeting, now SUCK ME OFF, and while blowing me, I want you to keep one very important thing in mind... my lil bro here may have the patience of an ANGEL to wait till you can properly DEEP THROAT him... but I can HONESTLY say... I DON`T"