Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material 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!
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Recapping last 2 paragraphs in last chapter:
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 badly wanted to spit in her face, and I made a mental note to do just that the first chance I'd get.
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 'yes' without giving it a thought. "do you really think you could handle TWO cocks if there were 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 broad smile appeared on the new top guns face. "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 6 ½ inch flaccid thick tool and worked it, grinning at us, while slowly jacking his pride and joy till it was a solid 9 ½ inch hard hunk of muscle.
He then pointed it directly at the camera. "Here ya go Robbie, check it out. try not to drool, you'll be getting a good taste of it soon enough, queerboy"
Rocco then took his place at Donnie's side, and smiled down at Shannon.
Then as if he had just read my mind, he spat in Shannon's face not once, but twice. "I've been watching and listening from that doorway over there, and I gotta tell ya. I've met a lot of sluts growing up. but you top em all. I'm happy to hear that you're gonna equally LOVE my dick as much. AND. as often as you do my lil bro's. Oooh yeeaah. 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"
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt.18
Rocco then grabbed the back of Shannon's head roughly, gritted his teeth and snarled down at Robbie's former girlfriend. "Open wide, bitch and show Robbie that you'll gladly give a BLOW JOB to any dude with a dick bigger than his. Yeeaahh. let's show queer boy, just how much you love worshipping cock, any cock. but his"
I glanced down at my bud just as his face turned bright red, closing his eyes, he let out a loud and long hissing sound, a sign that Robbie was pissed off big time.
His strong body tried effortlessly to throw Donnie off his back, managing to lift himself and his tough bud up off the mats a few inches.
I watched proudly as my bud gave it the best shot he could under the circumstances, definitely putting on the best show since Donny claimed ownership of him, showing Donnie that there was still some fight within him.
However, with Donnie laying on top of him, and his cock buried deep into Robbie's butt, Donnie only needed to tighten his full nelson hold, and his well muscled legs.
While flexing every muscle within his hot teen body he slammed his former bud back down to the mats, thus pinning my friends body once again, with his magnificent power.
I wasn't sure if the loud yelp followed by the sound of soft whining, was the result of Donnie's hard body slamming Robbie back to the mats, or from the mighty thrust of Donnie's thick cock.
I was beginning to hate myself, as I became excited while replaying that hot scene within my head, watching Donnie's muscular thighs tighten while they pressed solidly against Robbie's, and the muscles of Donnie's tight little ass cheeks flexed, as his hips gave a powerful thrust forward, mercilessly penetrating my buds hole, and then watching Donnie smile up at me, as he effortlessly pinned Robbie to the wrestling mat with his 9 1/2 inches buried to the hilt.
Even the yelp and whimpering coming from Robbie following that humiliating scene, made my dick twitch.
The grin on Donnie's young handsome face only grew wider, as each powerful thrust into Robbie's tight ass, brought another painful cry from his former bud, followed by a sincere promise of lifetime servitude if only Donnie wouldn't be so rough. " ooooh please Donnie. I'm hurting man. I'm hurting bad. I promise to serve you for fucking ever, dude. if you will just ease up a little. I'm serious, man. I feel as though I'm gonna pass out. please, dude. please ease up on the pain."
"ooooohhh fuck. yeah! Fight me, bitch. I fucking love it when you TRY putting up a fight against me. I so get off on showing you who the BOSS is. So come on man, give it your best. stop your fucking whining. and fight me some more"
Donnie emphasized each word, TRY, BOSS, and the word MORE, with a powerful thrust of his hips, driving his huge nine plus inches forward all the way, then pulling back out, and thrusting back in again just as hard.
Donnie, putting his magnificent strength to full use, caused Robbie to cry out one submissive plea after another, literally begging his former best friend to ease up. "Ooooh fuck. ok, ok, you're killing me here! Please Donnie. pleeeaasse stop? Aaaaahhhh fuck.ooooh Donnie please. please. please "
Of course, this only turned Donnie's huge grin into a triumphant smile, as he pummeled Robbie's ass even harder, as impossible as it may sound.
Meanwhile, up on the screen in full view of me, Donnie, and Robbie, poor Shannon could not have known what she was getting herself into when she agreed to suck Donnie's dick, just to get him to fuck her.
Standing over her with a mean looking, thick, hard, veined, nine and a half inch cock, with a huge, threatening, mushroom shaped head, Rocco began wiping his pre-cum from one end of Shannon's pretty lips to the other, coating them with the nastiest tasting lipstick she could possibly imagine.
By the time the video had ended, Shannon had passed out once from lack of air, nearly choked to death several times, and swallowed at least three mouthfuls each of Rocco and Donnie's thick sperm. Not to mention being fucked senseless by each of the well built teenage brothers at least twice.
Yet, she begged for more before being escorted out of the building early the next morning.
Robbie himself continued to softly cry and literally beg Donnie throughout the video, not from the pounding his former long time girlfriend had taken, but from the merciless, seemingly never ending torture, pain, and humiliation he himself was being subjected to, from his childhood friend.
When the new top-jock at Bronson Valley High School was finally finished fucking my best friend, he rolled Robbie over onto his back, and straddled his chest nice and tight like, leaving Robbie's head buried between his 17 year old friends well muscled thighs, now pressing against each side of Robbie's face.
He lifted Robbie's head up by a tight fistful of hair, and brought his buds lips up to meet the tip of his hot looking cock-head. "that was a fucking awesome feeling, dude. once again fucking your little jock-boy ass, and turning it into a real pussy. Pounding it wicked hard with my powerful dick, hearing you cry. and begging me to stop. fuckin awesome I tell ya. Man. I just can't wait to share that hot new pussy of yours with my bro's. Now clean me. suck my fuckin dick clean, bitch. Oh ya. by the way. how did you like that sweet little video me and my bro. so graciously made just for you? Wasn't that the fuckin hottest porn, ever? Filling her fuckin throat with massive hard cock, spewing our thick creamy cum right down into her cute little belly. Bet you nutted yourself. watching that, huh? But the thing is, me and Rocco? We just can't see why you had such a hard time getting her to blow you. ya know?"
Donnie then proceeded to having Robbie tongue clean his entire shaft, giving the young jock masters cock-head and piss-slit. special attention. "Ooooh yeeaah. feels so wicked hot. stick your fag tongue up in there, bitch. Stick the tip of that warm tongue deep into my fuckin piss-slit, bitch boy. Oooohhh yeeeaaah. you love the taste of my jock dick, dontcha queer-boy? Bet our team-mates would pay me a fucking fortune just to have this warm queer mouth of yours wrapped around their dicks. I know Bryan Turcott would love the warmth of your mouth, and he's not even on our team, wonder how much he'd pay me. to allow him to borrow you for an hour or so? Would you like tasting the cock of a mean Soccer stud? Huh? Would ya?"
This brought Robbie back to life, forcing him to pause from licking inside Donnie's piss-slit. "NOOOOOO.. You can't do that. not that asshole, I'll kick his ass all over the fuckin school. if you rent me out to him. I swear I will. please Donnie. please not him. I'm begging you, dude. Besides. so far. only a few know. if you let him use me. the whole fucking school will know. and you promised me, dude.
Please Donnie, I'll worship your whole family. if you keep Turcott away from me. I promise"
Donnie's mean wicked laugh, was beginning to annoy me, and his answer to Robbie's heartfelt plea, really pissed me off. "When you gonna get it, man? You, Robbie fucking Blackburn belong to me, Donnie fucking Colello. You're my personal bitch, that means your mouth, your ass, your entire body, your life, everything you own, and much much more. all belong to ME now. So of course you will worship me and my brothers, you'll worship any fucking body I tell ya to. Fuck man. if Turcott can come up with enough money. he can even have you for the entire weekend. as long as he films it for me, now lick my balls for a while, bitch. they're feeling a little sweaty after that awesome work-out"
Robbie did as he was told, bringing another hearty laugh from Donnie, as the new jock of jocks sat solidly on Robbie's neck, his huge nut-sack resting on Robbie's mouth. "Dude? I love how quickly you fucking obey me, you'll do anything I say. just to please me. such a good little bitch. Ooooh and by the way, Most of em at school already know. I mean they're not stupid. they saw my cum ooozing down your chin, and my 501's unbuttoned half way down. You really think they are that dumb, that pathetic, that they can't put two and two together? I'd say that a lot more than just a few of em know that Robbie fucking Blackburn is Donnie Colello's new bitch. Ooooh ya. I'd say maybe three quarters of the school definitely knows by now. wouldn't you agree? But. do me a big favor. keep begging. I fuckin love the sound of you begging me. reminds me how much more powerful I am than you. and just how much control I have over you now. Oooooh ya. that brings up another point, you really think you can still beat Turcott in a fight? Ha, RIGHT, Dude. You aren't even half the stud jock you were a few weeks ago, he can beat you using no effort at all these days. Seriously man, he'd have you licking his socks clean in front of his entire team after a hard game of soccer. Fuck man. I can see you now on your knees in front of him, sucking on his sweat dampened socks. then he'll have you sucking his sweaty bare toes in front of the entire team. Yeah. in just a few weeks, I've turned you into a puny little fuck. hell. even Abe here. can probably beat the shit outta ya now."
Robbie laid there with his former friends balls resting on his lips, his tongue out, busy licking the huge sac.
I watched as Donnie gave Robbie a smirk, then pulled his nut-sac away, and pointed to the pre-cum bubble forming on his piss-slit.
Without Donnie saying a word, Robbie immediately obeyed and brushed the tip of his tongue over the head of Donnie's cock, bringing a smile of approval to Donnie's handsome 17 year old face.
Robbie then went back to licking his buds Balls without even being told to.
Every now and then while lapping away at Donnie's nut-sac, he'd occasionally pause and beg some more.
He pleaded with Donnie not to turn him over to mean Bryan Turcott.
The following day was calm, well I should say that school was calm, no major shit went down, other than Robbie being embarrassed several times by a few jocks that now had his number. Whispering and pointing, a few of the jocks would even laugh out loud while passing Robbie, causing him a huge amount of humiliation.
Robbie would say to me each time a jock humiliated him, that he'd get them after school, and kick their ass. However directly after school, Robbie and I were told to meet Donnie in the parking lot.
Once there, a shiny new midsized SUV, a Mitsubishi Endeavor pulled up in front of us, the driver jumped out and approached us.
I had only met one of Donnie's brothers in the past, the one that bought us beer that night down town. But this one I immediately recognized as the dude from the vid we watched the previous night.
It was Donnie's bro Rocco. "Hey Bitches. where's my bro? He's supposed to be here with ya"
I was stunned, not only did he have Donnie's wicked attitude, he also possessed Donnie's incredible good looks, black wavy hair, chiseled jaw and the very same hot body.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Rocco worked construction.
I had already known from Robbie that Donnie was the only member of his family even considering college. I also knew that his eighteen year old brother Rocco, worked for his uncle in construction, but had I not known this, his clothes would have told me so.
A tight fitting wife beater, clung to his protruding huge pecs, and the rest of his torso like a second skin, showing off unabashedly his broad Colello Shoulders as well as his hard washboard eight pack and awesome guns.
The sweat dampened tee was tucked into a pair of tight well faded denim jeans showing off a sweet bubble but, and a wicked teasingly baseball size lump in the crotch.
Once I was able to pull my eyes away from his amazing basket, I let them slowly drift down his thick well muscled thighs and calves.
My dick twitched big time, this typical young Italian stud had his tight jeans sloppily tucked into sexy work-boots, with the shoe laces loose and unlaced halfway down his boots, making it easy for him to slip in and out of.
I couldn't help imagining Robbie being forced to serve this stud in ways that only a well muscled Colello could and would expect. from a former jock-boy gone bitch.
It was the roar of his manly voice that brought me back to reality, and the sound of the voice seemed to be directed at me.
"Hey bitch, maybe once you've gotten your fuckin eyes full, you can answer my fuckin question, eh?"
I was right about the voice being directed at me, and I was also caught right in the middle of a wicked hot fantasy, or at least the beginning of one.
I looked into Rocco's handsome face blankly, having forgotten what the question was.
His cold, dark and angry eyes stared directly into mine, frightening me big time, sending a slight chill down my back. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear the question, sir"
Sir? SIR? Why the hell did I address him as sir?
Aaahhh man, this fucking sucks, I must be getting more gay and submissive by the second, referring to a dude a year older than me as Sir, without even being told to, gee's.
My fear and submissiveness must have amused him, he grinned at me, then leaned backwards against the side of his way cool SUV.
He clenched his fists and allowed them to drop to his sides, as though they were pistols and he just cocked them. His legs slightly spread, and he just stared at me with a sexy half grin on his face, for like ever. "Damn, my bro must be having the time of his fuckin life, not one, but two bitch-boys taking care of his every need, whenever the need occurs, must be fuckin sweet, is all I can say."
Before another word was spoken, Donnie came out from no where. "Hey bro. see you've met two of my pussy-boys, well you already knew queer-boy Blackburn. and now you must know Abe. Abe was Blackburn's bitch, but since Blackburn is now MY bitch, everything he owns becomes mine as well"
Before continuing, Donnie approached me and with his hand on top of my head he pushed me to my knees. "git down and kiss my crotch bitch" I immediately looked around to see if anyone might see, but this pissed Donnie off big time.
I felt a blow to the side of my head, next thing I know I am laying in a fetal position at Donnie's feet. "Let's try it again, fag. Get on your fucking knees and kiss my crotch, NOW!"
I could here Rocco's laughter above me. "Shit bro, it's obvious that you need lessons on how to treat a lady, and I just gotta say. that ain't no way to treat a lady"
I started to move, attempting to get on my knees but Donnie placed his sneaker on top of my face. "lick my fucking sneaker first, here ya go, fag boy, I'll even wet them for ya, to make it easier to clean em"
Donnie then leaned down and drooled spit on the top of his sneaks.
I so hated him at that moment, as I said a silent prayer that no one be within viewing distance, watching me lick Colello's sneakers, especially after he spat on them.
Rocco was in hysterics, watching as his younger bro demonstrated how bitch-boy faggots were used by him.
"Holy shit bro, looks like I can learn a few things from you"
Rocco then turned to Robbie, and grinned. "What you waiting for faggot, get yourself on down there and start cleaning my work boots, lord knows they need a good tongue cleaning"
Rocco then leaned down and drooled spit on the top of both work boots. "There you go queer-boy. not sure what you're gonna like better. the taste of my work boots or the taste of my spit. but I'm sure you'll be sweet enough to let me know. wontcha bitchboy?"
I was more fortunate than Robbie, Donnie's sneakers were new, bought with Robbie's own money, so they weren't too dirty. It was the taste of Donnie's spit that nearly made me barf.
I know, you're thinking I should be used to the taste of spit by now. huh? You're right of course, but there ARE times when the taste of another dudes spit makes me a little ill.
On the other hand, looking over at Robbie practically laying on the ground, licking Rocco's spit covered nasty work-boots, made my situation seem a whole lot better.
Once the two brothers had their laughs, Robbie and I were told to hop into the SUV.
Robbie was told to get in the front next to Rocco, I was told by Donnie to hop in the back with him.
Once on the road, we were told that we were going back to Donnie's house, for some bitch training.
However, Rocco must have gotten a little antsy, and decided he couldn't wait that long.
I noticed his arm stretched out and resting on Robbie's shoulder. After a few seconds, his hand found it's way to the top of Robbie's head, trying to nudge it downward.
I guess Robbie was fighting it a little, not anxious to have his face in Rocco's lap.
Donnie's tough bro then muckled onto a fistful of Robbie's hair and roughly slammed my buds face down onto his nice, well mounded crotch. "damn, bitch. my bro failed to tell me you like it rough. that's awesome. I fucking love being rough. now give that big basket some tongue till we get to the house. Yeeaah, that's sweeeeeet. real nice. press that fag tongue right into that nice size lump real good. ooooh yeah. just keep licking my hot fucking crotch. till we get to our stop, faggot"
Meanwhile, Donnie is laughing his ass off, listening to his bro. "You go bro. you're gonna love the job I've done training him to deep throat, he's a fucking pro now. Best thing is? . He's trained to take anything that comes outta the piss-slit."
Rocco nearly got us killed, by turning his head to face Donnie. "You're pulling my chain. are you fucking kidding me? . This bitch swallows PISS? . Seriously bro, don't be fucking with me. you for real, dude? "
Donnie now taking a cue from his bro, throws my face into his crotch and holds it there, while carrying on the chat with Rocco. "Dude? Trust me. I'm seriously not pulling your chain, wouldn't even consider touching it. to be honest withya. But hell ya. I train my bitches properly, some fag begs to blow me. he's gonna take everything that comes outta my dick, not just my thick load. He's gonna go all the fuckin way, man. lick my nads, deep throat my dick, take my sperm all the way to his belly. where it remains forever.. Then I wash down what's sticking to the sides of his throat with my warm piss. Telling ya bro, stick with me. when it comes to gettin head. only a well trained faggot is the way to go. you'll never go back to sluts again when it comes to blow-jobs. trust me on this"
Rocco, seemed to be in a trance like state, after listening to Donnie. "Holy shit. eats your sperm and drinks your piss too? . What the fuck? . Why you been keeping this shit from me, bro? Now I'm gonna fuckin shoot my load before we even get home. you've got me so fucking horned up"
Rocco then looks down at the top of Robbie's head. "Ooooh yeah, queer-boy. we. meaning you and me, are gonna be spending a lot of time together once we're at my place, I have lot's of ground to make up, before catching up with my bro. telling ya, dude. you won't be hungry for a month, or thirsty either. for that matter"
Both Rocco and Donnie began laughing like hell at that one.
Donnie's hand remained on top of my head, holding it down and pressed tightly to his crotch. "Come on bitch. I wanna feel that fucking tongue of yours licking my basket. yeah press that tongue in there harder, faggot"
Having my face pressed so firmly into his tight silky crotch, and my tongue pressed flat against the outline of the head of his dick, began cutting off my breathing ability. I tried my best to yell out my discomfort, but of course all that was heard above, were muffled moaning sounds. "Listen to this lil bitch, bro, he's so happy to be so close to my cock again. Even if it is only the outline of it. Yeeaah, you go bitch, kiss the outline of my big cock-head, you fuckin faggot."
It didn't take very long reaching Donnie's house, it was a huge apartment building in not such a nice area of town.
However the inside was gigantic, and well cleaned.
His mom was on her way out as we all stormed in. A plump and very sweet Italian lady, dressed in an older style flowered dress, and by far I'm sure, the nicest person in the entire family. "Aaaah so nice to see you brought friends home, and what good looking boys they are too. But, I warn you Donatello, do not go into the main house, I do not want a mess made. Stay to your bedrooms, you hear me?"
Donnie smiled at his mom with the sweetest, warmest smile I've yet to see from him. "Don't you worry ma, we wont leave our bedrooms the whole time, I promise, and please don't bother us, we'll be busy working on a tough training project. k?"
Donnie's mom looked a little puzzled but nodded her head in agreement anyway, then walked out the door, trusting her two sweet boys to the max. "I will be at bingo till late anyways, there is leftover lasagna in the fridge. but clean up the mess you make., I mean it now"
Donnie rolled his eyes, but gently kissed her on the cheek and patted his mom on the back as she walked out the door.
Robbie and I were escorted to what I guessed to be Rocco's bedroom. With him leading the way to the last room down a long hallway, a large sign hanging on the outside of the door reading 'STAY OUT' Although their mom kept the living quarters as clean as a whistle, the sign apparently was meant for moms as well, cause once the door was opened, the powerful odor of male scent engulfed me, kinda like the locker room at school.
Rocco's dirty clothes were piled into two small groups. One consisting of boxer briefs, socks, tee-shirts even a couple of stained jocks.
The other pile was slightly higher off the floor, jeans, tee's, polo shirts, sweat shirts, and sweat pants.
His bed was left unmade, and as he sat down on his bed, directly on top of a rumpled comforter, his legs slightly stretched, he patted a spot beside him. "sit here bro, so we can each watch as these bitches get us off, I have a feeling I may learn something from ya"
Robbie and I were both summoned to kneel between the legs of these two hot Italian teen studs.
Robbie took his place between the thighs of Rocco, thighs that looked so wicked hot, wrapped tightly in those well faded jeans.
I knelt between Donnie's equally hot bare thighs, as he stood and ordered me to lower his silk like basketball shorts.
I placed my fingers into the smooth waistband, and gently lowered the sexy shorts to the floor, while he lifted first one sneaker covered foot, then the other, so that I could remove the shorts completely.
When I raised my head back upwards, my nose and mouth were greeted by the huge pouch of Donnie's new jock strap,
slightly dampened, from his work-out at school.
My nose nudged into the out line of his large nut-sac, where he held my face for a moment or so, with one strong hand on the back of my head. "Yeeeaah, sniff my sweaty jock, bitch. bet my balls smell sweet...huh? Yeah, you fuckin love this.dontcha? . I said fuckin SNIFF. you heard me cunt. take a deep breath. inhale that awesome aroma, fuckin queer"
Donnie held my face pinned to his jock covered nut-sac, forcing my nose deeper into the damp fabric. "Now lick it, faggot, clean the outside real good, and maybe later I'll let you clean the inside, if you behave. that is"
I wasn't able to turn my head even a little when Rocco let out a roar of laughter. "Fuck yeah, bro, I so wanna see him clean the fuckin inside of your filthy jock with his tongue. man, what a fuckin faggot"
Donnie joined in with the laughter. "Fuck yeeaah, bro, the little bitch between your legs has licked the inside of dozens of my dirty jocks, even sucked on a piss soaked one while stuffed inside his queer mouth. for hours. before I'd let him remove it"
I flinched a little when Donnie grabbed a fistful of my hair, and lifted my face so that my lips were now mashed against the outline of his cock-head. "KISS IT, bitch, ooooh yeeaah! Give it a long wet French kiss. sweeeeeet. do it again. this time. give it more tongue. yeah that's it, bitch. make love to it. "
Donnie's cock had swollen, big time by now, and each time I pressed my lips against his large mushroom shaped cock-head, a little more pre-cum would oooze out through the cotton fabric.
I guess by this point in my life I had become addicted to the taste of cum, I needed it, wanted it, yearned for it, soooo bad.
I wrapped my lips around the out line of Donnie's cock-head, and sucked the pre-cum right through the jock, brushing my tongue over the bulbous head over and over again, till Donnie couldn't take it any more.
He roughly pulled my head away, a clump of my hair still clenched between his fingers, causing me to yelp.
"pull my jock down, you cunt, I'm gonna fuckin choke you to death with my cock, and then I'm gonna FILL your belly with my fuckin hot sperm, bitch. teach you to fuckin try and suck my dick without me giving you permission" it was more hearty laughter from Rocco that wiped the snarl from Donnie's face and replacing it with a toothy smile.
Once I had his jock down and removed, I looked up just in time to receive a power slap, that sent me sprawling into the pile of Rocco's dirty undies. I was face down and if it wasn't for the pain that the slap caused me, I may have enjoyed the opportunity to inhale the jock odor.
Yet, before I even realized what was happening, Donnie pulled me to my knees. "BLOW ME FAGGOT. and you better blow me good. or I'll shove my cock down your queer throat and leave it there till you pass out. you hear me, you little cocksucker?"
The last thing on earth that I ever wanted to do, was to piss off Donnie, and be on the receiving end of his fists.
I tried telling him how sorry I was, but he didn't wanna hear it. "Donnie, please. I'm wicked sorry, please don't start hitting me, I'm begging you, sir"
This only brought another hard stinging slap to the side of my face. "Shut the fuck up, faggot. or instead of fucking your face. I'll spend the day beating the fuckin crap outta ya. now get busy, I wanna feel those sweet girly lips wrapped around my dick-head. come on. get blowing me. NOW"
This abuse only encouraged Rocco.
Without being able to actually see what was happening, with my face buried between Donnie's well muscled thighs, my ears became my eyes.
When I heard Rocco whisper the words. "Yeah, let's get this show under way, get up from my crotch, queer. and unbutton my jeans. Oh yeah. unbutton em all the way"
I'm sure it wasn't easy for Robbie. unbuttoning the fly of Rocco's wicked tight fitting 501's, but within minutes, I figured the job was finished when I heard Rocco order Robbie to pull the flaps open. "Fuckin took ya long enough, queerboy. now pull open the flaps, and bury your pretty little face inside, make love to the crotch of my boxer briefs. I wanna feel that awesome tongue of yours doing what it does best, faggot. Yeah, you've got it down. You were right bro. you taught this queer jock good. How's that smell inside there.. Huh, making you drool is it? Get the fuck on the head . and suck on it. yeah that's it. right through that sweat, cum and piss stained cotton. Just think of it as adding a little Italian seasoning to your favorite meal"
Both brothers laughed uncontrollably over that one.
Suddenly, Donnie pulled my head away roughly.
I looked up at his handsome face, our eyes met and locked, before he spoke. "I figured you may as well watch the show, before I plug your throat. give you a little preview of what your boyfriend is gonna be enjoying. I noticed how hard you get these days watching me teaching him new tricks.
Just think of my bro as just another jock that will be using him regularly. among other horny top jocks, that is"
I was to learn later that Donnie's other two brothers would also get to use Robbie whenever their need called for it.
Before I was to get to watch the show however, Donnie had a strong need to humiliate me a little bit more in front of his bro.
We both moved to the floor, Donnie in back of me with his legs wrapped around my neck in a figure four. "untie my sneaker, and remove it, may as well keep you busy while you watch the show"
I guess it's obvious to you all by now that there wasn't any part of Donnie's body, or any piece of his clothing that I don't get off on touching, I just don't like doing so in front of other people. This applies particularly to his white smooth puma speed cat leather sneakers that literally seem molded to his feet.
Once I had them untied, I was ordered to remove them from his feet. "Now take em off for me, stick your queer nose inside em and give em a good whiff. I wanna see you inhale deeply, bitch"
I obeyed immediately, not wanting to feel once again, the power of his fist.
I could feel Rocco watching me, chuckling as I lifted the tongue of his brothers sneaker and buried my nose deep inside, inhaling heavily.
If it wasn't for the vibrant smell of the leather, the stench from his sweat would have been a little too much for me, but as it was, being watched or not, the smell of leather and knowing that Donnie wore these all day, turned me on, and I felt my dick twitch big time.
I knew very well. by now, that Donnie wasn't nearly finished with humiliating me, not while he had his brother as an audience, he being a year younger than Rocco, made Donnie want to show his bro just how tough he is now.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, Donnie pulled my head back hard, pressing the back of my head into his ample crotch and against his hard nine plus inches. I placed my hands on his hard well muscled thighs that were now acting as a vice grip against my cheeks.
He then proceeded to tighten his figure four head lock on me.
I'd be leaving out an important factor here if I didn't mention the awesome combination of feelings that took place at this moment.
The feel of his bare well muscled calf placed beneath my chin, in a tight neck lock, reminded me yet again, how powerfully strong this seventeen year old jock is.
Also, the back of my head began feeling the thickening of his already hard cock. Jolting my own dick to full throttle.
I soon realized why he took this action. It gave him leverage to hold my head in place as he grabbed his sneaker from my hand. "You know what, bitch? I've had these for a couple of weeks now. through the generosity of your boyfriend. and I think it's high time they get cleaned, what do you think?"
I couldn't see Donnie's face from my position, nor could I even nod my head. So I gave him a weak reply, and not a very enthusiastic one at that. "I guess. I mean. if you say so"
Both jock brothers let out a hearty laugh. "Damn, bitch. you sure you wanna do me this favor. cause I gotta tell ya. you sound as though I'm giving you this huge chore to do, ya know? I mean. here I am, willing to supply the cleanser and everything. Damn, I sure as hell don't understand you fags at times"
I wasn't totally sure what Donnie had in mind for a cleanser, but I certainly had an idea.
When I heard Rocco's next words, I knew for sure. "Dude? Are you serious? That is fuckin gross, man. but damn. I do like it though"
The sound of tiny splats and I was one hundred percent positive what the cleanser was, and my guess was right on.
It took Donnie several minutes to accomplish his task, but soon enough he held one of his sexy sneakers in front of my face. "Here ya go pussy boy. I made sure you have enough of my spit inside to clean real good. Now, stick your tongue deep inside and lick em clean, fucking fag. By the way, fruit cake. I smell any sweat left inside either of them, you get fifty gut punches. understand?"
Trapped between Donnie's thighs, even if I dared to refuse, I couldn't. Rocco's roaring laughter rang through my ears, as Donnie opened the sneakers wide, then pressed the inside onto my nose and mouth. "Start cleaning, my little slave bitch, and remember, for your own good, when you are through? I don't want even the slightest smell of sweat "
As I mentioned before, there are two bodily fluids, I can't seem to enjoy, a dudes spit, and a dudes piss.
Unfortunately for me, Robbie, and now Donnie, get off big time on making me take both.
With my nose and mouth pressed tightly inside Donnie's leather puma sneakers, I was ordered to start cleaning. "Get cleaning, fag. The sooner you get each sneaker nice and clean, the sooner you get to watch your boyfriend get used by another dude. You get off on that dontcha? You like seeing your former master getting his cute face fucked. huh?"
The sensations running through my head were mixed, tasting the spit and sweat covered insole of Donnie's sneaker was making me nauseous, but inhaling this tough jocks odor and knowing he had been wearing these sneaks now for two full weeks, was turning me on a little. As I said before, I was starting to get off on Donnie's clothing, being ordered to sniff and lick his personal garments was now beginning to act as an aphrodisiac to me. I found myself getting hard, and feeling very horny knowing that these sneaks were the sneaks of toughboy Donnie Colello.
I began to relax, and the nauseous feeling soon passed.
My tongue and nose began working in unison, first I'd inhale, then I'd lick.
The taste of his spit mixed with the sweat inside the sole of his wicked sexy sneakers, soon brought my dick back to life, and my tongue began working overtime.
It was the sound of Donnie's voice, and the roar of laughter that brought me back to my senses, humiliating me more than I can say. "Get a load of this, bro. The faggot has a fuckin hard-on from lapping up my spit and sweat from inside my sneaks. what I tell ya, bro. ain't nothing these faggots won't do for the taste of cock.
This pig is licking the inside of my fucking puma. like it was ice-cream. He's taken to it, just like the bitch between your thighs takes to licking the inside of my filthy stained jock straps. YEAH. You go bitch. my bro is even pausing the show till you finish your cleaning job, sweet. huh?"
I couldn't allow the humility I was feeling stop me from what I was doing, or I'd surely feel the wrath of Donnie's fist, using my gut as a punching bag.
So of course I continued sucking up the spit and sweat inside Donnie's sneakers, as though it were ice cream.
I tried allowing my mind to wonder, getting it away from the disgusting taste of Donnie's spit and sneaker sweat.
I wondered if there were other seventeen year olds else where in our country or even outside our country, that get off on bullying and using weaker dudes as a form of sexual release.
Certainly my small group of buds can't be the only such bullies in the world.
I then of course wondered what other tough jocks like Robbie, Donnie, Rocco, and hammer-boy, made their weaker buds do to get them off. Could it be identical to what I have been put through here?
Soon enough I had finished cleaning the inside of Donnie's sneaks, with a sore tongue, and a wicked bad taste in my mouth, I was told I now had earned the privilege to watch my long time bud get his scull fucked.
I felt Donnie rip his second sneaker away from my mouth, as he placed it to his nose and inhaled. "Not bad, faggot. You actually did a good job getting rid of that sweaty odor. I think from now on . you'll have to do this once a week, cept I think I'll have you doing it in the locker room after wrestling practice, I want the other jocks to see what a good bitch you are to me. I'm sure most of em will either want their sneaks or their socks cleaned in the same manner. Fuck. for that matter. may as well take you to the locker room after soccer practice too. bet I could get rich renting out your foot fetish talents"
I knew it was no use telling Donnie that I have not now, nor have I ever had, a foot fetish. Besides, I had a pretty good feeling that he already knew that.
Donnie did not allow me to move away from the figure four head lock that he held me in.
As I tried pulling away, I felt his leg muscles tighten, and his hand on the front of my face pushing my head back so that it was once again resting against his hard cock. "just relax, faggot. I kind of like this position. your soft silky hair acting as a pillow for my thick cock. Speaking of. have you ever fucked your pillow, queer-boy?"
So there I remained, sitting on the floor, my head being squeezed by Donnie's thick thighs, as he sat on the edge of an old over stuffed chair, facing his bro and Robbie. "You must be happy, queer-boy. that we have a ringside seat, so you can watch up- close your childhood playmate choke on my bro's dick. You get to be a first hand witness as he eats yet another load of Colello CUM.
Ya know. I think queer-boy Robbie must be addicted to it by now. don't you. wanna bet that soon enough he'll be begging me for a fresh load, as we walk through the corridors at school? It'll be interesting to see just how far he'll go. in front of others. before I let him blow me"
Actually, I personally couldn't envision Robbie Blackburn ever begging some dude for a fresh load of sperm, never mind allowing himself to be humiliated just to be allowed to suck some dudes dick.
Never gonna happen, I don't care what he allows these assholes to do to him, and I know him better than anyone.
Meanwhile, directly to the side of us, Robbie and Rocco were just a foot away.
We had a perfect side view of Robbie's face as he busied himself licking away at Rocco's nice size sac, occasionally taking one of those big nuts inside his mouth for a gentle suck.
Although Robbie wasn't ordered to do anything, Rocco still had a fistful of Robbie's hair, and poor Robbie wasn't going anywhere too soon.
Apparently Rocco was waiting patiently for the go ahead sign from his bro, cause within seconds, Rocco was looking at Donnie, and a huge grin appeared on his face.
He sneered at the dude between his legs, and began verbally abusing the crap out of him. "You ready queer-boy? You ready to work hard for your dinner? You ready to take on another Colello cock? You ready to CHOKE?. Well answer me, you fucking pathetic fag"
Rocco pulled Robbie's head away from the nut-sac he had been worshiping, so that my bud could respond to the questions being thrown at him.
I watched as my long time friend looked up at his tormentor. "Ya. I'm ready"
Even I knew that this weak reply was not good enough.
Rocco, gave Robbie an evil grin. "Now I know that my bro taught you better manners than that, you queer fuck. So I'll ask you one more time, and this time you better sound a hell of a lot more enthused, bitch. Are you fucking ready to give me the best blow-job I've ever had?"
This time Robbie tried his best at pleasing his buds brother, knowing that by not pleasing Rocco, Donnie would once again use him as a live punching bag, and get off big time by doing so.
Robbie, still maintaining that sad expression he had when he was greeted earlier by Rocco, gave it his best shot. "Yes, Rocco. I'm ready to give you the best blow-job you've ever had"
Donnie's eighteen year old bro, who could easily pass as Donnie's twin, grinned widely, as he playfully slapped his dick across Robbie's face. First the left side then back against the right cheek, then back against the left, and on and on at least a dozen times. "I wanna here you beg me to let you blow me, faggot. Tell me how much you love the taste of my brothers dick, and how much you are now so wanting to taste mine. Tell me. better still. convince me how badly you wanna SUCK my cock"
I could tell by the way he squinted his eyes, just how humiliated Robbie was.
It was bad enough, he had to give a blow-job to yet another jock, having to beg for it, was going to be so much harder for my bud.
So far, Robbie had only sucked one dudes cock, that being the cock of his childhood bud Donnie.
Both he and Donnie were the same age and had been great school buds, and awesome athletes since grade school.
It was once believed that Robbie was the toughest jock at school, sometimes even rubbing it in Donnie's face.
Robbie was certainly the most popular, and could easily have any chick he chose, often even chose the chicks that his bud Donnie went after, just to prove a point.
He was also a better athlete than Donnie, up for at least two scholarships, while his bud Donnie would have to work his ass off just to get into a cheap college.
So it's not so hard to understand why Donnie is putting his longtime bud through all this crap.
Now that he has proven once and for all that his is by far tougher, he has developed this incredible need to break Robbie, to control him, to humiliate him, to degrade him, to OWN him.
Now, what Donnie wants is for his equally powerful and equally handsome brother to join in on the humiliation, and the braking of Robbie Blackburn.
Robbie knelt there between Rocco's hard thighs, solemnly.
He knew that he had no choice but to obey his friends brother, or face a beating from either one of the Colello's, hell, maybe even both.
He knew that Donnie now had full control of his life, and he literally had no choice but to do whatever Donnie wanted, or be beaten up, and far worse, be humiliated at school on a regular basis.
Donnie had pictures, and vids, but he also had something much more harmful to Robbie, strength, and a strong desire to control, along with a powerful need for sexual release.
Robbie, looking up at what could easily be the twin of his bud, and while doing so, he must have looked at Rocco as though Rocco actually was Donnie.
Therefore finding it less difficult to give into Rocco's demands, saying things that I knew he did not mean. "I love Donnie's cock, I love feeling it inside my mouth and throat. I love being choked by it, and what I love even more is the taste of his sweet cum, and I love how he makes me swallow it, and sometimes makes me swish it around inside my mouth, to get the full flavor of it. Because you and Donnie look so much alike and are so much alike in other ways, I know I will love the taste of your big cock too. Please let me blow you, I need to taste and feel your huge cock inside my mouth and throat, please. I sooo need to taste your cum"
Both Donnie and Rocco were laughing hysterically, but when the laughter died, Donnie had this wicked triumphant look on his face, as though he had just won his fourth gold medal at the Olympics.
He placed his hand in front of my face, then stuck three of his fingers inside my mouth, pumping them in and out as though he were fucking my face.
This move actually blocked my eyes from seeing very much of the on going show, but that didn't stop my ears from picking up every little heart beat.
With the back of my head pressed tightly against Donnie's wicked hard cock shaft, I could feel it's every move, and somehow I just knew that Donnie would sooner or later take advantage of his position.
With Donnie thrusting his fingers in and out of my mouth rapidly now, he was quick to remind me of what he had said earlier. "What I tell ya, fag. now you've heard it from his own mouth.didn't I tell you that fuck face Robbie was now addicted to my CUM? Diddn't I, BITCH? Now he'll start begging for it, pleading with me, where ever we're at. to feed him a fresh load of my sperm"
As excited as Donnie was to hear those words flow from Robbie's lips, no one was more excited than Rocco himself.
"that was really sweet, I believe you. now. KISS the head of my dick. then do that thing with the tip of your tongue that my brother enjoys so much. Stick as much of your tongue up inside my piss-slit as you can. clean it out good, cunt."
Robbie must have hesitated a second too long, cause the next thing I hear is a loud slap, and Rocco's angry voice. "I bet that's gonna leave a mark, faggot. Now when I tell you to do something, ( slap ) you fuckin do it. ( slap ) like pronto. ( slap ) Do you fuckin understand me. ( SLAP )
I'm sure that final slap could have been heard clear across the street, along with the loud yelp coming from Robbie.
The next sound I hear is the clicking of lips, like the sound of kissing, funny thing is, this sound wasn't heard only once, as Rocco had demanded, but several times, or at least three times, followed once again by A much more soothing voice of Rocco. "Yeeeaah. oh fuck yeeaah. now we're talking. aaah sooo fuckin sweeeet. That's it. make love to it, queerboy. Oh ya, feels fuckin awesome, oh fuck, bro. you are so right. it does feel sooo fuckin awesome, havin someones fuckin tongue trying to work it's way up into your piss-slit. oooooh fuckin eh. I could get used to this, real fuckin quick, I tell ya.
You fuckin fag, I so wish you could see yourself right now. kneeling there, kissing another dudes cockhead, trying to force your tongue inside another dudes piss hole, begging me to let you blow me.
Damn! you gotta be the lowest of fags, man. Fuckin little homo."
Totally not sure how Robbie was feeling after hearing those words, but as for me, being Robbie's bud for so many years, I was wicked embarrassed, and wished this would all end.
But for Rocco, the fun had just begun.
It seemed like only seconds had passed when I heard Robbie gagging.
Donnie must have wanted me too see the show from this point on, cause he quickly removed his fingers from my mouth and pointed my face directly at the scene in front of us.
With a fistful of my curly locks, Donnie pushed the back of my head harder against his thick cock, and so slowly humped the back of my head several times.
My attention quickly went back to Robbie as his gagging seemed to have gotten worse. "Hey bro, I thought you said this cunt could easily deep throat my dick. he sure as hell seems to be having a hard time just taking it beyond his throat entrance. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT, HUH?"
Donnie seemingly in his own world while riding his dick up and down the back of my head, wasn't even angry at Robbie.
" It's nothing, bro. It's just a game he likes to play, is all"
Rocco was quick to come back. "what fuckin game. what are you talkin about, shithead. you didn't mention anything about a fuckin game to me"
This time I sensed a little anger in Donnie's voice.
"The little fag likes to sometimes pretend that he can't take it deep, only because he doesn't like to take it deep, but trust me, he's had my pubes up his nose plenty of times.
So don't let him play games with ya, bro.
Just hold his fucking head wicked tight and drive that dick of yours all the way home.
He'll choke some, but he can take it alright"
Donnie's words were like music to Rocco's ears. Being the tough fuck that he is, nothing turned him on more than rough sex.
Donnie and I both watched but with different feelings as an evil grin appeared on Rocco's face. "oh ya, I almost forgot. you like it rough. don't you queerboy? So you like playing games, cuntlips? Well playing hard and rough is what I enjoy the most in life. Sooo, fagboy. let's play"
I immediately said a silent prayer for Robbie, and within a moment I even said a second one.
Rocco, wasted no time in calling Robbie's bluff, slowly removing his hard dick from within Robbie's mouth, leaving just his huge mushroom head between Robbie's lips.
Rocco, then using both fists, clenched onto Robbie's dark hair and yanked fearsefully on Robbie's head, thrusting his entire cock all the way in and down my poor buds throat.
I tried looking away as Robbie's face became unrecognizable, contorted every which way.
His fists pounding into Rocco's sides, his lower body shaking and convulsing, he went from kneeling to being outstretched, his legs straight out as far as they would go, his toes curled and pressed into the carpet, he braced his upper body now, by placing his hands on top of Rocco's muscled legs.
His choking and gagging became more ugent.
All the while Rocco looking down at him with a snister grin, no way ready to relieve my childhood friend from the agony he was now living.
"You're right again, bro, he can take it all. and probably a little more. I gotta tell ya, his choking sure is making my dick feel awesome. check out his eyes, bro. He's pleading with me, begging me with his eyes to release him, so he can catch some air. But. I think he stills has a minute or so before passing out. so why not enjoy the moment. ya know"
Donnie was getting turned on wicked.
How did I know this? Because he began humping the back of my head with a little more speed, a little more feeling, and a lot more aggressively.
He began letting out a soft moan, after riding his entire shaft to the top of my head and just before bringing it back down to the the top of my neck.
I could now feel his precum while his cock head was pressed against the bare flesh of my neck, holding my head tightly, trapped within his strong figure four scissor hold.
Donnie leaned his head down and spoke softly into my right ear. "Look at your boyfriends face, fag. He's not so handsome at the moment is he? His face all contorted, filled with my brother's cock, look at his lips all thick and puffy and stretched, from all the cocksucking he's done lately, think about it cuntlips. my cock did that to his lips, now imagine if you can, what your lips are gonna look like once me and the entire wrestling team start fucking your face on a regular basis"
Thankfully, Donnie's words were cut off. The scene in front of us, was heating up as Rocco pulled Robbie off his cock, and allowed him a second to breathe before thrusting back into Robbie's mouth and throat.
He once again held Robbie's face and nose pinned to his thick bush, this time using his hands to actually move Robbie's face this way and that way, as though he were trying to drill a hole through the back of Robbies head.
Meanwhile Robbie's choking and gagging sounded even more severe than the last time, and his convulsions seemed to be more intense as well.
It suddenly became clear to me, that Robbie was never going to adapt to deepthroating a cock, and unlike me, he really wasn't born to suck dick.
The fierce facefucking went on for maybe another ten minutes.
It seemed every time Rocco was getting close, he'd slow down some, and just rest his shaft at the bottom of Robbie's throat, and wait till my buds eyes would begin to roll up into his head.
Then Rocco would pull out quickly, and allow Robbie to breathe freely for a second or two, before pounding Robbie's mouth and throat harder and faster than the last time.
Even Donnie was getting close, finally freeing my head from his figure four head scissor lock, but with both his hands now locked together on the front of my face, holding my head between his thick well muscled thighs, I could feel the hair on the back of my head dampening from his pre-cum.
Our attention once again was drawn back to Rocco and Robbie, as Rocco's moans became louder, and his words became mere whispers. "Oooooh man. thenk you bro. I owe you big time. this faggot is giving me the best fuckin head I have ever gotten. and I do mean. the BEST I have EVER gotten.. ooooohh shit. I'm close. ooooh fuckin eh. I'm gonna fill your belly, you little bitch, ooooooohh man. aaaahhhh. eat it, you fuckin faggot. eat it. eat it. EAT IT"
Rocco pulled his thick nine plus inches out of Robbies mouth, leaving his cockhead inside, as he blasted what had to be volley after volley, after volley of thick, rich, Colleo cum.
"How's that taste, cunt? SWISH IT AROUND BEFORE YOU SWALLOW, queer boy. Tell me if it tastes as good as my bro's, don't swallow till I give you permission, you fuckin pussy"
Just then, I felt Donnie's cock, throbbing on top of my head, as he wrapped his powerful legs around my neck, and squeezed tightly, while his cum spurted out like a squirt gun, soaking my hair.
He reached down and pulled my hands up to the top of my head, and used them to spread his warm sperm all through my hair. He soon began giggling like a little kid. "Ever had a cum shampoo before, fagboy? Bet your hair is gonna grow longer much faster than before. yeah. massage my cum deep into your fucking scalp, bitch. there's plenty to cover your whole head, so no need to spread it sparingly. Get your fingers in there deep and spread it all through"
I felt tears slowly making there way down my cheeks, it wasn't from humiliation, hell I was long past that stage.
I looked over at Donnie, and saw how bloated his cheeks were, holding in Rocco's massive load of cum, I even noticed his tongue manoovring inside his mouth, obviously swishing it all around as Rocco had odered.
I guess I was silently crying cause I really wanted all this to end.
I didn't care if Robbie used me, I wanted things to be the way they were, before Robbie invited Donnie over to use me.
Just Robbie and I, and him doing his thing with me.
But then again, how could things ever be the way they were before.
I glanced over at Robbie once again, and watched as Rocco gave him permission to swallow.
"K, cunt lips, I give you permission to eat my cum, but do me a favor, digest it slowly. I wanna watch as it makes it's way down into your belly. then you can get back on my cock, so we can start all over again. Man. I love the way you fuckin BLOW ME. and trust me. you're gonna be doing it at least five more times before leavin here in the morning. yep, your fuckin lips will be quivering at school, without a cock between them, and your need for a mouthful of fresh cum will be so fuckin overwhelming, you'll be beggin my bro right there in the locker room to fuck your mouth. You'll be so desperate for cum. you won't even care who watches"
I wondered if there might be any truth to what Donnie and his bro were saying about Robbie craving for a mouthful of cum.
I was afraid they just might be right, after all, I crave for it, but then again, as Robbie says, I was BORN to suck cock, and I still don't believe he was.
Donnie finally released me form his head scissor hold and ordered me on the floor, my hands still coated with his cum, and my hair smelling like a cum factory.
He straddled my chest, and ordered me to open. "You forgot to thank me for washing your hair, bitch. Now open up, and if you spill one fuckin little drop, I swear. I will use your gut as a punching bag for the rest of the night, faggot"
As I laid on the floor, with Donnie's well muscled body sitting on top of me, and his cock-head between my lips, I prepared myself for what was about to happen.
Just as I tasted the first dribble, I heard Robbie gagging and choking fiercely. He was kneeling with his head up against a wall, with Rocco standing over him, fucking Robbie's scull with every muscle within his jock body. Rocco, was laughing and reminding Robbie how the sound of choking turned him on, and how Robbie would so not make it through the next day without needing a mouthful of fresh cum. "Keep gaggin on my dick, faggot. I love the sound. I love the feeling it gives my cock, and I so love that look in your queer eyes as you plead with me not to be so rough. well all I can say to comfort you is. Get used to it"