Boys Buds and Bullies

"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 24

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!

Also, because this story is completely fiction, it takes place in a world without AIDS, and other deathly diseases. So unlike the characters in my stories, please be careful, and ALWAYS play SAFE.

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Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you, Chaz

A recap of the last few paragraphs of pt. 23

The more his new bitch fought, and struggled with what little strength he had left, the more happy Donnie appeared. He was pissing into the mouth of his new bitch for the first time, and he was loving the feeling of total power, and control, he now had, over another High School Jock.

I'm sure that the former straight jock, tried in vain not to swallow, but I knew all too well, that against the power of tough jocks like Donnie and Robbie, you eventually give up, and submit to the power.

When Donnie finally eased up on his grip of Noah's head, he simply smiled and asked another humiliating question. "What are you" Noah, using his bare forearm to wipe away any remnants of piss from his lips, Bowed his head and whispered. "I hate you... but I'm still your bitch"

Donnie began to laugh heartily. "you can hate me all you want... just as long as you do as I say... and by the way... you damn well better get used to my piss... you'll be drinking it a lot... you fuckin fag"

Both Donnie and I knew that Noah was totally broken, when we both at the same time noticed the tears flowing from Noah’s eyes. A saddened Noah looked up at his young master and made a very serious statement. "You said we were going to be close... you lied about that too, didn't you?"

A somewhat confused Donnie scratched his left eyebrow. "Dude??? You just had your face in my butt, with your queer lips kissing it... you had all my nine and a half inches buried inside your scull... you even have a whole bunch of my babies swimming around in your belly... and now you have a pint of my piss inside you... I mean... just how fuckin close do you wanna be...huh?"

Donnie cracked up at his own humor, while I just stood there shaking my head.

Then as if to cheer Noah up, Donnie informed his bitch, that not all of what he promised were lies. "Listen to me... I didn't lie to you about a whole bunch of stuff... for instance... I'm still giving you this bitch here, he's all yours... totally! Plus, you still get to fuck over your former teen idol, Robbie fucking Blackburn, just as I promised... and of course you get to work out with me on a regular basis, I mean damn dude... you wont ever be as strong as me... but you will be a hell of a lot stronger than most dudes at school... so cheer the fuck up, go freshen up... and get your ass outta hear... before I decide I want another blow-job"

Chapter 24

The next afternnon I was with Donnie at my house, he was being his usual horny and dominating self. "Hey bitch what time is your mom due home... I'm fuckin horny as hell, bet I could get off a couple of times, and still be horny for that tight cocksucking throat of yours..." I looked up at the clock over the stove, mom wouldn't be home for another few hours, but I wasn't about to share that news with Donnie. I was pissed off at him for making me get down and kiss his sneakers right outside school, and in front of the few friends I have remaining. So I told a little white lie. "Actually, she should be home shortly... Mondays we go out for Chinese, and she is usually home by the time I get home from school" The part where she and I go out to eat on Mondays was true, but not till early evening.

Donnie gave me that famous pissed off look of his. "Well I'm about to change the rules here, I need to fuck something real quick... and at the moment...the closest thing to a cunt... is your mouth... so get on the phone to your mom and tell her you won`t be joining her, but that she should go ahead and eat without you... and don't worry about missing dinner... by the time I'm finished feeding you... your belly wont have room for Chinese, or anything else for that matter"

I was getting more pissed at him by the moment. "Dude? I can't do that to her... we have been going out to eat together on Mondays for as far back as I can remember... and neither of us allows anything to get in the way of that... so she'll be really disappointed if I back out”

Knowing Donnie Colello as well as I do, I should have expected it, I seriously should have seen it coming. A power punch to my unprotected, and unprepared belly, followed very rapidly by a second one just as powerful, sent me crumbling to my knees. Clutching my sore gut, I looked up at him and literally coughed out a "Fuck you" something that would have normally gotten me a major beating, but this time only brought a wicked grin to the top guns handsome face. "No way man... I'm not gonna waste my time beating the shit outta you... I'm way too horny for that... and need to get the fuck off now... so get on the phone and tell your mom to go and eat without you...MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT "

So assuming I was telling Donnie the truth about mom being home this early, and of course I wasn't, a few things crossed my mind. With my stomach now in major pain, and me coughing up a storm, it wouldn't be differcult to convince my mom that I wasn't really up for going out to eat today, but convincing her it was alright for her to go along without me, knowing I'm not feeling well, that would be another trick altogether.

Besides, we really wouldn't be going out to eat till much later, when she was really due home. I figured the gut punches were some sort of punishment from up above for lieing to Donnie to begin with. Now I had to fake a call to my mom, as if I really was canceling out on her, or Donnie would totally lose it on me.

As I pretended to dial my mom, Donnie had already removed his polo shirt, and was about to remove his sneakers when his cell went off. It was Noah calling him and asking if Donnie could meet him at Noah's house. I listened in on what Donnie was saying. "so let me get this straight, fag... you have a craving for my tasty baby batter, already? You fuckin love the taste of my sperm that much? NO SHIT!... ya, I can be there... how much time do we have before the rents get home?"

I had mixed feelings about this, I felt somewhat releaved, but there was also a tinge of jelousy as well. I mean seeing Donnie without his shirt on, actually made me a teeny bit horny myself. My mouth was beginning to water, and I felt my groin once again send me signals, and once again it was going against my better judgment. NOW, someone else would be getting that wicked mouthful, SOMEONE else would be getting that bellyful. Damn was I wrong about that fucking Noah, it appears he's a big fag afterall, couldn't even wait for Donnie to summons HIM, he had to be the one to initiate the sex. What is it with Donnie Colello's thick Italian sperm, just one taste and you're hooked for life?

Donnie ended his call with Noah, and reached for his polo shirt. A huge smile painted on his face. "looks like you get the day off after all, but I want you to come with me to this fags house... I want you to watch while he fuckin BEGS to blow me... and then BEGS again for a SECOND load... can you believe the fuckin faggot is already hooked... already beggin to SUCK my cock? I'm soooo gonna FUCK his throat like there's no tomorrow... and then I'm gonna FUCK IT again... yeeaah... gonna make the fuckin fag choke... BIG TIME"

To say that Donnie was on a power trip would have put it lightly. With Noah’s call, it once again proved that not only was Donnie the top jock of our school, he was breaking other jocks left and right, reducing them to dick sucking and cum swallowing fags. Dudes that no one would have EVER suspected of being gay, REAL jocks, like Robbie and now Noah, once believed to be amongst the straightest in our school are now literally begging to suck his cock. He was flying high all the way over to Noahs house, with a big shit eating grin on his face. One thing this muscle-boys head did NOT need and that was a feeling of more power, and more control.

Noah greeted us at the door, wearing a pair of sexy running shorts, and a tight musscle shirt, looking hot as hell. He had a surprised look on his face once he noticed that I had tagged along, not smiling and looking a little nervous, he ushered us through the front door and led us downstairs to what appeared to be a large workout room. Donnie was quick to compliment him on the work-out room, which Noah just as quickly informed us that his brother should get the credit, cause he set most of it up.

Donnie didn't waste a moment, he immediately removed his polo shirt and sitting down on one of the two weightlifting benches, he spread his well muscled legs while looking up at Noah, he then pointed down to his sneakers, indicating he expected his newest bitch to remove them for him. Noah, now appearing even more nervous than a moment ago hesitated, then from out of nowhere an angry voice shouted. "Is this the faggot that made you do that sick stuff, bro?”

I'm not sure which of us was more shocked, me or Donnie, as this dude charged over at him and totally tackled him to the floor. The dude as it turns out is Noahs older bro, older by one year. A first year student at a local university.

Noah, appearing not too sure he wanted anything to do with this obvious set-up, nodded his head slowly, then in a near whisper. “yeah Lance... that’s him... that's Donnie Colello"

At first glance it appeared as though Noah and his brother Lance were twins, they practically looked identical, though after watching Lance in action it was clear that he had a little more muscle tone than his younger bro. Actually, I found him to be kind of sexy, but then again, these days, I would probably classify any jock, wearing a tank top, and shiny soccer shorts cut above the thigh, fairly sexy, and Lance filled the shirt and the shorts rather nicely.

If I had not seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it, Donnie Colello was on his back, his arms pinned by the well toned legs of the dude straddling his chest, Donnie Colello for maybe the first time in his life was looking up at a tight well packed crotch, practically resting on his chin.

I watched as Donnie struggled wicked hard to escape from under the full weight of Lance. I had to continue reminding myself that if this dude Lance had not caught Donnie so totally off guard, he might not have been the one on top at the moment. But never the less, he was not only the one on top, he was the one throwing tightly clenched fists into the face of Donnie Colello. While at the same time yelling obsenities down at him. "you piece of shit… I'm going to rip your head off and let my bro piss down your throat... every thing you made my brother do... I'm going to do to you ...only a hundred times worse... I can't believe you expected to get away with it... and guess what... after I teach you a frigging lesson or two... I'm going to beat the fuck out of my bro for allowing you to do that shit to him in the first place"

It was then that I looked over at a still very nervous Noah, just in time to hear him utter the word 'fuck' As I mentioned, the two brothers are practically identical. Eighteen year old Lance has blond bushy hair, blue eyes, not overly muscled, yet has a well defined body with a bit more muscle tone than his younger brother. I had heard somewhere just recently while discussing Noah, that he has a brother on the Soccer team at a local University. Which I suppose would explain the soccer shorts and well muscled legs. As I caught myself admiring Lance's hot body and looks, it was obviously clear that as well muscled as he may be, he still wasn't a match for the younger dude laying beneath him.

Noah and I both watched on as Donnie continued bridging the dude on top of him, heaving his chest upwards, while raising his legs in hopes of wrapping those pythons around Lance's head or any portion of his upper body. Although up till now he hadn't been very successful, he did come mighty close twice. Close enough apparently to entice Lance to call for reinforcements. "Bro, grab the rope and tie his legs together, make sure the rope is wrapped around his legs good and tight" I looked over at Noah and caught a bewildered expression on his otherwise handsome face. "Lance, I can't... the rope is out in the garage... I forgot to bring it down here"

I chuckled at those words and slowly shook my head, as I thought to myself, ‘a typical jock, lot's of muscle but no functioning brain cells' Noah gave me one of those `if looks could kill' stares. "Shut up bitch, or you'll be on the floor lying next to your fag buddy" Words, that I am so sure Noah will be eating later.

Meanwhile, Lance is not overly impressed with his brother at the moment. "Dude? Are you pulling my chain? REALLY???? You frigging moron... I reminded you like four times, not to forget the frigging rope... what the fuck”

If I thought Noah was nervous before, he was now bouncing up and down on his toes, and his left eyebrow was starting to twitch. "I'm so sorry, bro....what do you want me to do” I couldn't hold it in and allowed another chuckle to escape. Wrong move on my part, as Noah came charging at me and planted several punches in my gut and kidneys, forcing me to fall to the floor with both my hands pressed to my stomach, he glared down at me angrily. "I warned you, you frigging faggot... now you're going to get that beating I promised"

Ironically, I was saved by his brother who was now bouncing up and down on Donnie's chest, apparently trying to knock the air out of Donnie's lungs, to get him to stop bridging. "What the fuck are you doing, moron? I told you to get the frigging rope and tie this queerboys legs... leave that faggot alone till later... now do as you're told, or I swear... I'll let this queer have his way with you again, that is ... AFTER... I.... kick YOUR ass myself... now get going"

Noah headed for the staircase, but there was no sense of urgency in his stride, keeping his eyes glued to mine, as if he was saying `trust me, bitch, I'm not finished with you yet'

Once the upstairs door slamed shut, Donnie yelled over at me. "Abe... get over here and help me get this fuck off me... then be prepared to go a few rounds with Noah to keep him busy"

As thrilled as I may have been hearing Donnie call me by my real name, probably for the first time ever, I was still clutching my gut and feeling the brunt of Noahs punches. SURE' I thought to myself going a few rounds with a dude that just nearly caved my gut in, should be an easy task' I had to struggle to stand and make my way over to Donnie and Lance. Of course Lance was quick to give me fair warning. "Come near me you little fag... and I'll let Noah beat you so bad... you'll be lights out... for weeks"

Standing behind Lance and wrapping my arms around his torso was the easy part, trying to pull him off Donnie, wasn't. However, I did manage to pull him backwards, and that allowed Donnie to wrap his calves around Lance's head, and at that point he proceeded pulling Lance backwards even further.

This move allowed Donnie to roll over on his side, reach down and pull Lances head up between his thighs, he then tightened his leg grip around the dudes head, adding the pressure needed to send poor Lance temporarily into la la land. I couldn't help but be amazed at the power within Donnie's upper legs, as he flexed their muscles around the dudes head, and without even straining, those well muscled pythons put the frigging dude out cold.

I watched as Donnie first dragged Lance over to a darkened corner of the room, and then hide near the staircase waiting for Noahs return. "This is what I need you to do... and please don't fuck it up. I can easily take either one of the two brothers... but both at the same time??? Maybe not... so I need you to be strong enough to keep Noah away from me, while I teach his brave bro a lesson to remember... got it? ... then after I do a number on Mr. Courageous, I'll need your help on tieing the two of them up... that's where the fun begins for both me and YOU... ok?... trust me... you'll enjoy taking part in what I have planned for these two fuckheads"

Of course I was a little concerned, well actually, I was very concerned. A few questions quickly formed within my mind. How was I supposed to be able to keep Noah from punching my lights out, and while I lay there in dream land, how was I suppose to keep Noah from rushing to his brothers rescue? I was also wondering what it was exactly, that Donnie had in mind, for FUN.

I asked Donnie about the FUN part, explaining to him that I might not want to take part in anything that would do permanent damage to either of the two brothers. Knowing fully well that Donnie's interpretation of having FUN, would obviously include punishment of some sort, to both dudes. Punishment from an angry Donnie Colello would not end up being a pretty site

Seeming a little pissed off at me for even asking, but pressed for time, he reluctantly gave me a break. "First off, bitch... I don't have to explain anything to you... you're role as my queer slave, is to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do... but since you helped me out" Donnie pointed over at Lance, who was now showing signs of slight movement. "I'll give you a little hint as to what to expect. Yours truly is going to FUCK HIS brains out... while his brother Noah watches, of course. I have other fun things planned as well, but don't worry... nothing consisting of PERMANENT damage... and I'm gonna let you receive all the head you want from that fucking bitch Noah... that will be your reward for helping" I still did not feel good about helping Donnie punish the two brothers, I figured it would only be a matter of time before Noah caught me alone one day.

We heard the upstairs basement door open, and within seconds, Noah was at the bottom of the stairs, and being treated to a wicked tight sleeper hold. I gathered from his words that his first thought was that the person behind him and holding him tightly was his bro. "What the fuck, bro... I hurried as fast as I could... what do you want from me... let me go I..." Before Noah could utter another word, Donnie cut him short. "Surprise, surprise, it's not your bro... it's the owner of your favorite CUM FACTORY... and for trying to set me up, you little fuck... I'm gonna make your life a wee bit miserable… but first I need to put you to sleep for a moment or two… you don`t mind… doing me this little favor…do ya"

As Donnie began applying enough pressure to put Noah to sleep, Noah was busy asking questions and apologizing. "Where's my brother... what did you do to him you fuck? Listen Donnie, I’m sorry... I really am... alright? This wasn't my idea... none of it was. It's my bro, he made me tell him why I came home in so much pain the other night. He told me that I either tell him... or I would have to tell my rents... I had no choice... I swear... please Donnie... your frigging choking me, come on, I said I was sorry"

The only other words that came out of Noahs mouth before dozing off were intangible jibber jabber, which brought a sadistic grin to Donnie's handsome puss. "Another jock put to sleep by this powerful body of mine... yeeeaaahhh... this is getting to be too fuckin easy"

As Donnie laid Noah gently down on the floor, he ordered me to straddle Noahs chest and to stay there no matter what, while he tied Noahs ankles together. "When he wakes up... you can help him sit up so he can enjoy the show... but if he gets too brave and tries to enterfere with the show, hold him in a bear hug as tight as you can... with his feet tied, he can't go too far"

They say timing is everything, and I for one believe that to be true, it was only seconds after Donnie finished tieing Noahs feet, that Lance came stumbling towards us. With a huge confident grin pasted on his face an extremely brave Donnie stood in a wrestlers stance, and using his hands he waved Lance towards him. "Let's go big boy... let's see what you've got when your opponent isn't sitting down and caught totally off guard... let's see how you college jocks easily pin a seventeen year old high-school kid... when he has the opportunity to defend himself"

For some reason, Lance wasn't as quick to charge in at Donnie as he was a little while ago. Maybe seeing his opponent standing, was slowing him down somewhat. Maybe the sight of his opponents well defined body, was slowing him down somewhat. Then again, it could have been that incredibly confident and seemingly evil grin his oppenent was wearing, that was slowing him down somewhat. Whatever it was, Lance was in no hurry this time, to extract some revenge for the harm done to his younger bro.

The longer Lance hesitated, the broader Donnies confident but evil grin expanded. As he began advancing slowly towards what could very well be his latest conquest. "REALLY??? You don't seem to be as eager to teach me a lesson or two... why's that? I mean... you can't be afraid of me... I'm what a year or more younger than you... hell... I'm still in high-school... and you? Your some up and coming college soccer jock... right? You certainly weren't afraid when you came charging at me like a crazed bull... while I was sitting down and unprepared for your tackling methods... why hesitate now??? ... come on HERO BOY... I'll even give you a free shot"

Lance didn't need much more encouragement than that, once Donnie was within range, Lance tightened his fists and sent a power slam forward, aimed directly for the handsome jaw of Donnie Colello. What Lance wasn't aware of, is that Donnie spent his young life fighting in the streets of one very tough neighborhood, and that he himself was often the target of his extremely tougher, sometimes meaner, older brothers. As a tough young street fighter, Donnie had to learn at a very young age to be much quicker, both at out thinking his opponents, as well as blocking an on coming punch. As quick as a lightening bolt, Donnie was not only able to block the solid powerful right from connecting to his face, but he was able to grab the fist in mid air and hold it with his left hand, as his own powerful right fist pummeled into the unexpected flesh of Lance's abs.

Meanwhile, a somewhat groggy Noah was back amongst the living, but rather than run to his older bro's side, he sat there with a bewildered look on his face. This made me very happy, because like I said, I truly did not want to participate in any way with Donnie's revenge.

The shocked facial expression on Noahs older brother as he bent slightly forward, only broadened the sinister grin on younger Donnie's handsome face. Donnie felt it necessary of course to bring to light, his much famous cockiness, if only to humiliate Lance a tiny bit more. "seriously man??? You being a college stud... should realize that you need to do your home work before taking on unknown tasks. If you had done your homework... and gathered up some valuable info on me... before attempting to teach me some much needed humiliation ... you would have learned that I am the KING of HUMILIATION, and also of dishing out pain... which you are about to witness first hand"

With that said, young Donnie Colello let go of Lance's right fist and immediately began a barrage of solid and powerfully hard, lefts and rights into the tight abs of Noah's older bro. As Noah and I both stared on in disbelieve at the speed of Donnie's flying torpedos, Noah finally tried to make his way over to his bro. I reached out and was able to wrap my arms around him, stopping him from moving any closer. I then whispered my apologies in his ear. "sorry man, but I'm holding you back for your own good... you need to trust me on this... you know as well as I... that getting you alone will be an easy task for Donnie to manage... so please just sit still and let this play out" Noah, was none too happy with me saving him from a mean beating later on. "If you know what's good for you, cunt... get your frigging hands off me now"

I was sure that this brave move of mine was going to get me an ass whipping for sure, but I was also aware that if I had a choice of being beat-up by either Noah or Donnie, well needless to say, I'd rather take my chances with Noah. "Listen, Noah... I'm sorry... actually, I'm wicked sorry to be very honest... but Donnie threatened to give me the beating of my life... if I allowed you near him while he and your brother fight it out. Now I don't know about you, but to me? I take his threats literally... so please take this into concideration while beating me up later on"

Noah's back was to me as I held him in a type of bear hug, so I couldn't make out his facial expressions, but then again, I was kinda grateful for that as I listened to his next words. "You better get off me, bitch... or you are going to be wishing you chose to be beat-up by that faggot over there. I promise that every time I catch you off school property... I will beat you to a pulp... and I do mean EVERY time I catch you off school property... whenever, wherever... you understand what I'm saying to you… you fucking fag"

Ok, here's the thing, I know that since Robbie introduced me to shall we say my deepest desires, I have secretly fantasized about being dominated by tough good looking jocks. However with that said, I of course have learned that there is a very fine line between being dominated for sexual purposes, and being beat-up without the sex. So of course I could not help but wonder why, as I held tightly to Noah`s awesome body, listening to his threatening words, I developed a wicked hard-on. Can someone tell me what the hell is up with that? Just wanted to throw that out there.

I think once Noah realized that in reality, me keeping him from interfering with the action, I truly was doing him a favor, that and the fact that he really wasn't going to be of much help to his hero bro anyway, he stopped struggling. I was of course very grateful for this tiny gesture of his. Within moments we both kind of relaxed and took in the action a few feet away from us.

Donnie at this point had backed Lance up against the wall, and was throwing a barrage of lefts and rights into the once wicked tight abs of Noah's older bro. The sound of tight fists hitting tight flesh was incredible as both I and Noah winced with each powerful connection.

Just when it appeared that Donnie was going to finish Lance off, he backed away, and allowed the dude to fall to his knees and then to the floor in a fetal position, his face to the floor.

Donnie then stood over the fallen hero, straddling his head with his sexy puma sneakers planted on each side. Looking down at the broken College jock, Donnie gave a triumphant smile, then using his right foot, he nuzzled the toes of his skin tight sneaker right under lance's face. "Kiss it bitch... then lick it... do a good job... and put some feeling into it... and I just may let you up... and give you yet another chance"

Of course the scene in itself was hot, seeing a younger jock beating a dude older than himself into submission is always hot. But add to that, Donnie himself was looking particularly wicked hot, with a very light sheen of sweat covering his olive colored skin, it only enhanced the sight of this seventeen year old muscle boy, as every muscle in his body seemed to flex without him even posing.

I was surprised that Donnie was being so patient with Lance, considering that the beaten dude wasn't following orders very well, as of yet he still had not kissed the sexy sneaker. Donnie gave Lance another moment or so, before his patience ran out. He then placed his left foot on top of the dudes head and pressed down on it, mashing the dudes face and lips into the top of his puma sneaker. "what you waiting for? Don't you want to show your bro how tough you are? I'm giving you a third chance to be a hero to him... teach me some lessons... humiliate me... come on... all you have to do is kiss my sneaker and lick it a little... then I'll let you up... and give you a fresh chance to prove how wicked tough you are"

Donnie lifted his left foot off the top of lance's head, giving him some air, and room to move. Noah and I sat still with our eyes glued to the scene in front of us, each of us wondering, will the tough hero do as he's told for the opportunity to have one more shot at taking down his lil bro's tormentor?

Another long moment had passed, and then Lance lifted his head, pressed his lips against the skin tight toe section of the sneaker and gave it a kiss, causing his younger bro to let out a heavy sigh, I could not help but wonder, was it a sigh of relief or of agony? My thought was answered shortly, when Lance began moving his lips over the top front of Donnie's puma's, licking them obediently. Noah let out a soft almost inaudible plea. "nooooo bro... please... don't" I’m pretty sure that Donnie had not heard Noah's passionate plea, not that it would have mattered anyways, if anything it would have only made Donnie feel that much more powerful. As it was, he intended to humiliate Noah's older bro just a wee bit more before letting him up. Donnie pulled his sneaker away, and then used it to turn lance over onto his back. Then to the horror of Noah and his bro, Donnie let himself plop down on top of Lance's head, straddling and sitting right on top of his face, with his tight nylon running shorts stretching across the handsome face of Noah's older bro.

It was clear that poor Lance was probably submitting once again to the tougher boy pinning him down, but all we could make out was jumbled words with no meaning. Donnie was in the mood to humiliate the poor dude, as he began to grind his sexy bubble butt all over the face of Lance, smothering him with that well muscled ass of his, and not allowing him to submit.

This hot scene had Noah preety much in tears as he tried to undo the tight knots of the rope binding his legs together. I didn't bother to try to stop him, mostly because I knew for a fact that there was no way he would be able to suceed, not with Donnie's knots. Plus the fact that I felt bad for Noah, he had to sit tight and watch his bro take a beating and be totally humiliated by a kid younger than him, what must this College jock be thinking as he laid defenseless under that sexy bubble butt? Just before Donnie lifted himself up off the contorted face of Lance, he gave us a double bicep pose and smiled broadly at a now sobbing Noah.

We waited and watched for Lance to stand and prepare to once again try to defeat the dude that turned his younger bro into a cock sucking, spit eating, ass licking, piss drinking, little bitch. Donnie was eager to dish out more punishment to this college jock, the fact that he was literally feeling the power surge throughout his tight well defined body, not to even mention the emmence power flowing through his mind at the moment, was clearly seen on his face as he continued to smile a wicked broad smile at the dude still laying flat out on the floor, and at Noah, who continued sobbing, now just a wee bit louder.

Finally with no movement from the hero still on the floor, Donnie reached down and began pulling Lance to up to his feet, by his frigging hair no less, with a wicked tight fistful of blond shaggy hair, Donnie held his evil grin, and pulled as hard as he could to get the college boy to stand up and fight.

Lance began yelling from the pain, even I was wincing, knowing first hand how painful that can be. But soon enough Noah’s hero bro was up on his feet to once again try his might. He looked as though he had literally been to hell and back, with his abs red as a beet and already showing signs of bruising. Actually, poor Lance probably had no intention on fighting another round, I mean considering it took him so long to bring himself to stand up, but Donnie insisted, the nice guy that he is, that Lance give it one last shot at avenging the wrong done to his lil bro.

So, with Lance looking as though he had been run over by a school bus, and Donnie standing there grinning and looking as though he just took a quick jog in the park, the two jocks began dancing around each other. I gave Donnie credit, so far he had not even attempted to punch Lance out by power punching him in the face or head, but I'm sure there was a reason behind this. I was beginning to think that Superboy Colello was just simply playing with this older jock.

When Lance failed to throw the first free punch at his young foe, probably remembering how well it did not go over the first time around, Donnie began waiving his hands inward towards himself, and egging Lance on. "come on, dude... take your best shot... hey... it may work this time, who knows. Come on... you wanted me over here so you could teach me some lessons, right? So teach me already... hey... I`m eager to learn"

When the egging on did not work, and Lance was still hesitant on charging in on Donnie, well the high school jock began using a meaner strategy to get the college boy to fight. "See I don't get what this is all about anyways... I mean your bro is a faggot... so why not let him have what he lives for...a nice big dick. With a set of balls over filled with cum. Do you really think that I forced him to suck me off? I didn't force him to do anything, I gave him an option... and he chose wisely. I mean he seriously BEGS for my cock, and has quickly acquired a craving for a mouthful of my hot creamy sperm... seriously man, he fuckin worships my dick, man you should see him suck it... picture this... he has his hands on my ass cheeks, then slowly lets then slide down my powerful thighs, moaning like a bitch in heat, all the while he's trying to devour my entire cock... and I'll give him credit, he does a pretty good job at taking the whole thing,

dontcha queer-boy?... and man... does he ever fuckin love the taste of my cum... he even swishes it around inside his mouth before swallowing it, that's how much he loves the taste of it... aint that right my lil bitch-boy?... now the little faggot is into my PISS... Ya, fuckin begs me to PISS down his queer little throa"

Before Donnie could finish, Lance charged in at him like a mad bull, swinging his fists in all directions, hoping that at least one or two of the wild blows will connect to Donnie's face and or head. So was Donnie ready and waiting for this move? You can bet your ass he was.

I felt for sure and I think that Noah also believed, that with the way Lance was throwing his tightened fists in every direction... Donnie was bound to get clipped at least a couple of times.

It was hard to tell exactly what happened, with both bodies flying around each other in a fast fury of action, but within an instant, the two fell to the floor at the same time. Even then with both on the floor, the action was way too fast too determine which one if either would end up on top. It actually took a few moments for one of them to gain the power needed to straddle and pin the other. I guess I wasn't at all surprised to see that the one on top, pinning the other down in a schoolboy pin, was none other than Donnie.

Sitting high on Lance's chest with Donnie's thighs on either side of his head, Lance cried out in pain as Donnie began bitch slapping him with powerful face slaps that with the sound alone, you just knew that those open handed slaps were coming wicked fast and wicked hard.

We heard Lance submit several times before Donnie even thought about easing up on the face bashing, but even then, Donnie showed no mercy. Once he was finished bitch slapping the shit out of Lance's face, which by the way literally lasted several long minutes of none stop, fast, and furiously powerful BITCH slaps, Donnie then grabbed a tight fistful of hair, pulled Lance's face up into that famous hardening Colello groin, rolled over onto his side bringing his opponents head along with him, then tightened his pythons around Lance's head, smothering the hell out of the poor dude.

To say that Lance most definitely should have done his HOMEWORK before even thinking of taking on the most famous of the Colello boys, would be an understatement. There was no way from this moment on, that Donnie was going to show even the tiniest amount of mercy. Watching those incredible thighs flex then ease, flex then ease, flex then ease, was a frigging turn on all by it self, but with every time they flexed we would here Donnie growl through clenched teeth. "kiss it… kiss it... kiss it"

Of course we had no way of knowing whether or not Lance was complying, because his face was soooo frigging buried and mashed into the sexy over packed pouch of those slightly damp running shorts. That is, we had no way of knowing until Donnie growled his next words. "Again, bitch, again... kiss it again... keep kissing till I tell you to stop, cunt" "yeeaahh... now LICK it, bitch"

It was a near silent sobbing that stole my eyes away from the hot scene in front of us. I turned and glanced at Noah who held his head bowed in his arms, sobbing softly. I tried to console him. "I'm sorry this is happening to you and your bro, man... I wish there was something I could do to help you... but you know as well as I do... that if I tried to help... if I so much as even say anything against him... he'd beat me up wicked"

I was shocked and caught totally off guard when Noah lifted his head and placed an arm around my shoulder. "I know that... and I'm sorry that I even considered making you blow me... but now my bro is going to be under this assholes control... and it's all my fault... funny thing is... I was actually starting to be ok with… well you know... giving him...you know... head. It was that other sick and disgusting stuff he made me do... you know... like kissing and licking his butt hole... and his nads... but the worst was when he peed in my mouth and made me swollow it... that was soooo frigging sick... I cried all the way home... and then when I came inside my bro was here... made me tell him everything... he wanted to beat the shit out of ME...for allowing Colello to do it to begin with... I tried to tell him… I had no choice... but I guess he knew somehow... that I went along with the blow-job thingy... now he hates my guts... even told me so"

Our whispering was cut short by Donnie yelling to me to shut the fuck up and get him the other rope. I rushed over to him with the rope wondering if he heard any of what me and Noah were saying. I don't think he did hear anything because he would have been wicked angry instead of all smiles. Lance was out cold, probably from Donnie's wicked tight pythons, I wished I had been watching instead of listening to Noah.

He wasted no time in tieing Lance's legs and then his hands were tied behind his back. Donnie stood up, let his nylon running shorts fall to the floor, then walked over to Noah and stood over him, wearing just his soiled jock. He then directed more orders at me, while staring down into Noahs handsome eyes. "untie this bitch... I still haven't gotten off yet"

Seeing Donnie standing there in just his jock, his well defined legs spread wide, his wicked hot body still glistening in a lite sheen of sweat, along with that incredible edible bulge protruding from his jock, who was I to NOT obey a direct command. I untied the ropes from Noahs legs, though that in itself was no easy chore, and took time, then stood back to watch what our new master had in mind.

Donnie immediately reached down and grabbed a tight fistful of Noah's blond hair and forced his bitch to his knees. He then placed both hands behind Noah's head and pulled his face tightly into the huge pouch of Donnie's not so clean jock. "my newest little bitch has been a bad boy... hasn't he? I can't believe you set me up for what you BELIEVED to be a wicked beating by that weak jock of a brother... what do you have to say for your self, bitch"

It was clear that Noah was shaken, more afraid of Donnie probably than he was of anyone else on earth. "I'm sorry Donnie... I seriously didn't mean for any of this to happen... my bro was home when I came in crying ... and he made me tell him everything" Donny hawled off and bitch slapped Noah wicked hard knocking him to the floor. “I'm not just Donnie... to you... It's Master Donnie... now get back up on your knees, bitch" Noah struggled back up to his knees, rubbing the cheek that now had the print of Donnie's hand on it. "I'm sorry... Master Donnie... I won’t forget again"

Donnie looked over at Lance who appeared to be rejoining us once again. "Welcome back to reality... you've awaken just in time to watch your lil bro eat his dinner... but first... because he has disappointed me... he'll have to beg for it this time"

Lance began to struggle to free himself from the ropes that bound him, I just shook my head with the knowledge that he was indeed wasting his time. Noah meanwhile was on his knees once again before Donnie. Donnie, placing his hands on his slim waist, stood over Noah and smiled down into his eyes. "so tell us all... my little FAG... what is it that you're hungry for today" Noah, glanced over at his bro, before answering, probably wishing that for the moment anyway, that his bro was still out cold. He certainly had a tough choice to make, if he begged to suck off Donnie, his bro would more than likely beat him silly later, on the other hand, if he didn't beg to suck Donnie's dick, he would most definitely be receiving a beating, but not from his bro.

Donnie felt that Noah needed to be punished a little more, and decided that humility in front of his brother would most definitely be the best punishment. "Tell you what... since you're having such a hard time trying to get up the courage to beg for your dinner... why don't you just stick your nose in there and get a good whiff of what's on the menu. Help yourself to an appetizer... go ahead...let's start with you suckin on this fuckin jock of mine " Noah, once again glanced over at his bro, but by now Donnie was getting a bit impatient, considering he wanted off like over an hour ago at my house. "Look up at me, you fuckin fag... you really don't want to be pissin me off... do you? So let's not keep me waiting any longer"

Noah, figuring his big bro was of absolutely no use to him now, leaned forward and pressed his nose and lips against the awesome, though somewhat disgusting looking pouch, of Donnie's jock.

Within seconds and although he probably didn't mean to, Noah let out a long and loud sigh, he then began grinding his nose and lips up and down the outline of his classmates thick nine plus inches, mashing his cute face all over the flavorful jock, without even being told to.

If Noah was concerned with what might be going through his tougher brothers mind, you woudn't have known it. Who knows for how long he would have continued breathering in and sucking on that dirty jock, if Donnie had not pulled his handsome face away. "Sorry, dude... I know how much you love worshiping my dick... but... because you were such a bad boy-bitch... TONIGHT... your punishment is... THIS TIME... you seriously need to BEG for it, thing is... you need to convince ALL of us that your begging is sincere... so let's hear it... let us hear just how badly you wanna SUCK my dick, you little faggot"

It was then that we heard from Lance, but the thing is, his voice wasn't nearly as loud or as angry as it was earlier. "don't do it bro... don't give in to that fuckhead" Donnie wasn't about to allow Lance to have the last word, as he smiled over at him. "ahhh don't worry, dickbreath... I'm not gonna make YOU beg before I FUCK your brains out. Besides… your bro can't hear you… he's way too busy wondering how many of my babies he'll get to store inside his belly tonight"

Donnie Colello with his wicked wide evil grin, gave the dude on his knees in front of him one last warning. "what did I tell ya... you don't beg... you don't eat... and I KNOW you want a MOUTHFUL of my warm tasty CUM... dontcha? Yeeaahh you do... and all you have to do is beg for it ... trust me, bitch... I probably have way more than a mouthful... just waiting to erupt inside your warm mouth... yeah think about it... after youve SUCKED my huge power tool for a bit... youll be rewarded... with a thick tasty treat. But ... you need to beg with sincerity, otherwise... no delicious Italian sauce for you”

Noah was done wasting time, as he lifted his face and stared up at the tight well muscled body of his classmate, and whispered "Please... master Donnie... please let me suck your awesome looking cock... you're right about one thing... I'm way frigging hooked on the taste of your warm, thick, delicious, Italian sauce... and you're right about another thing too... I like having your awesome power tool punching its way around... inside my mouth... I love the feel of it's power"

The evil grin pasted on Donnie's puss, told us all that he was pleased with Noah's begging ability, if not the volume. "That's not bad, dude... only thing is... I barely heard you... and I'm sure your bro is very interested in what it was that you just said. So you need to repeat that word for word... only this time... turn the volume up a little"

Noah turned his head and glanced over at his brother. "Sorry bro... I know you're going to hate me for this... and I really don't understand it myself... but the thing is… I kinda like the taste of Donnie's... you know... his jizz. I guess you should know something else too... he's right... he never forced me to give him head in the first place... he gave me a couple of options... and I chose to give him a blow-job... I'm sorry bro... I never knew I was like this... not till that second time I swallowed his wicked juice"

Noah then repeated what Donnie wanted to hear, this time much louder. This caused Lance to yell a few obscenities at his younger bro. "You shut the fuck up... you hear me... you're making me sick ... you frigging little faggot"

Donnie just grinned his evil little grin, and ordered Noah to strip him of his jock and shove it inside his brothers mouth to keep him quiet. "You did good, bitch... I'm proud of you... now... before I let you begin workin for your dinner... you need to remove my jock... turn it inside out... and shove it pouch first inside your bro's mouth... you think you can manage that little trick for your Master"

Lance wasn't about to lay there and allow this without a fight. "you come near me with that filthy rag, bro... and I swear... I'll punch your frigging lights out when we get home" Donnie threw in his two cents. "you don't do as I say... I'll be the one... punchin your lights out... now you choose wisely... my fuckin little BITCH-BOY"

Noah was no fool, if he was to be getting a beating, he'd much prefer being beat-up by his bro, than by Donnie Colello on any given day. It took some time, even with Lance all tied up, and Donnie just standing there watching and laughing his ass off, but in the end, Noah's older bro was sucking the dirty, inside-out pouch, of Donnie's sweat stained, cum stained, and piss stained jock.

Donnie, being the nice guy that he is, figured it would be nice if Lance had a front row seat, so to speak, while Noah worked for his dinner. He went over to Lance and lifted him up to a sitting position, then insisted that the show be performed right there directly in front of Noah`s older bro. Ordering his new little bitch to kneal, Donnie placing his hands on his hips, gave Noah the go ahead. "You can start whenever you're ready, bitch... but remember... I love having the rim of my cock-head licked, and licked well... then do the same with that awesome head... and don’t forget my piss-slit... before taking it between your pretty, little, faggot lips"

Donnie stood there hands on his hips, his well muscled legs spread slightly, grinning down into his classmates eyes. "Now go for it, and remember... we're entertaining your older bro this time around... so make me proud… show him all the neat little tricks I have taught you… start with my balls, bitch"

Hearing these words, Noah hesitated, probably wondering how he got so into this... so submissively... so quickly... so obediently. I'm sure too, that hearing how he was expected to actually lick and suck his classmates balls, gave him reason to pause and think, especially since he had already confided in me, how this was ONE of those degrading acts that he liked the least.

I stood there looking down at poor Noah, partly envious, partly relieved, as I wondered how far Donnie would allow his patience to be pushed. As if he could read my mind, Noah glanced up at me and I quickly raised my eyebrows, glanced at Donnie and back to Noah, hoping he'd get the indirect message, to get busy.

I'm sure he wasn't thrilled about the cleansing of the balls part, but he gave it his best. Placing his opened palms on Donnies wicked hard thighs, for balance... if you want to believe that one, Noah leaned way in, stuck out his warm tongue, and without further ado, the show began.

The look of pure power, was written all over Donnie Colello's face as well as his body, with every muscle flexed as though he just finished a two hour workout, he first grinned over at Lance and then down into the eyes of his newest bitch.

With his tongue out and in clear view, Noah allowed it to brush all over the large nut-sack, giving his way stronger classmates balls... a good wash... exactly the way Donnie liked it. After nearly five long minutes of ball licking, Noah took the left nut into his mouth and SUCKED it gently... almost lovingly, probably more lovingly than even he thought possible.

He continued sucking both of Donnie Colello's balls till the obnoxious disturbance directly at his side caused him to take a break and look to the side, directly into the angry eyes of his bro. With the soiled jockstrap stuffed tightly inside his mouth, the only means of communication he now had with his younger bro... was loud incoherent mumble jumble, along with a wicked mean (if looks could kill) stare,

If Noah got the message, you wouldn't have known it, as he immediately moved the action to Donnie's pride and joy, his wicked huge power tool.

Of course seeing how Lance was unable to persuade his younger bro to halt all further action, Donnie's evil grin broadened by a mile. Now beaming even more so with the feeling of power and control, he gave us a muscle pose, even brought his right bi-cep up to his lips and kissed it, not once, but a few times. The power he felt surging through his mind at this very moment must have been immense to say the least.

Speaking of kissing, Noah went immediately back to work as he reached out and wrapped his fist tightly around the thick power tool in front of him, he then leaned forward and began lovingly kissing that awesome Colello mushroom shaped cock head, all over. If he hadn't convinced his angry bro by now that he was most definitely in love... well then... I guess there was no hope in doing so.

Donnie being Donnie, felt the urge to humiliate Noah just a wee bit more, why? Well because... that's what Donnie does. He looked over at a totally disgusted Lance, and smilled. "so dude... tell me... you digging your bro's new tricks... look at em... he is sooooo fuckin into it... kissin and licking my fuckin hot as hell... big dick, all over... you see now... how much he fuckin loves it... you couldn't pull him away from my cock right now, even if you had three of your buddies here helping you. The thing is... you aint seen nothing yet... watch closely... his next trick is the best...he’s gonna stick the tip of his hot little faggot tongue as far into my PISS SLIT as he can. Just watch man, this is so way totally awesome, he so loves cleaning the inside of my hot lookin cock-head" Donnie gave Noah the go ahead. "Show your bro how thorough you are at cleaning cock-heads, bitch"

Once again Noah hesitated and of course I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. However, even as I wondered if our classmate was going to go through with this degrading act, he surprised me yet again.

Looking up at the well muscled high school jock standing above him, Noah stared lovingly and directly into his tough classmates eyes, if only for a few seconds, then with the opened palms of his hands, he brushed them up and down the well muscled thighs of his young BOSS, he then submissively and obediently followed his young masters command.

Sticking out his tongue, and creating a little point from the very tip of it, he began burrowing that tip right into the wide opening of Donnie's huge mushroom shaped cock-head, right into the faucet from where this high school jock emptied his piss and cum, submissively giving the inside of that human faucet as good a cleaning as he possibly could.

Of course this little trick was nothing new to me, after all, wasn't it my best friend Robbie that taught me this, impatiently training me... with power slaps to the side of my face till I got it right. But, to Lance, well this neat little trick was quite a different story. The wicked hot scene taking place, just a few inches from his now bulging eyes, his own lil bro was really beginning to drive him crazy... not with anger... Not at the moment anyway... but with burning lust. Yup, you heard me, the ever so brave, straight as nails, super hero, big brother, had developed a wicked hard-on, and trust me when I say that this new event did not go unnoticed by our own Superboy himself, Donnie Colello.

Smiling over at the dude he had just beaten up, Donnie figured it was time to stretch the humiliation to include Noah's older bro. "glad to see that you're starting to enjoy the entertainment... are we placing idea's into that hollow head of yours... Are you finally getting it? Your bro here is a fuckin faggot... just like I said... he yearns for the feel of this body of mine... and any fucking part of it will do... but he mostly yearns for the TASTE of my warm fuckin CUM. OR... are you sporting a hard one because you are now a little envious of your bro... you wondering what a fuckin lucky little bitch he is... thinking of how awesome the inside of my cock must taste... well rest easy... I wont keep you wondering for long... I promise. Meanwhile we still have a few tricks up our sleeves... and the show must go on"

Surprisingly, Lance wasn't offering even a tiny bit of mumble jumble, he sat there quietly, his eyes still as wide as they could possible get, his decent size dick still tenting his sexy soccer shorts. Donnie took this as a good sign, would he seriously be adding yet another jock to his pack of submissive bitches?

While still looking to the side of him directly into the eyes of Lance, and with a wide sinister grin, Donnie was showing his very urgent need to get off, by roughly pulling the locks of Noah's hair, and guiding his cock-head into the opening of Noah's mouth.

"And now... for his next trick... he's gonna make my huge dick totally disappear. Telling ya man, you are soooo gonna be thanking me before this night is over... for teachin your bro all these awesome tricks... I just know it... but that won`t be all that you‘ll be thanking me for... now watch closely... your talented lil bro is gonna make my wicked thick nine and a half inches, totally disappear right before your very eyes"

With that said, Donnie roughly yanked himself a fistful of Noahs shaggy blond hair, and demanded he move on to his next trick. "ok, bitch, time to show big bad bro, how well you take to cock... let's prove to him that you're a natural at SUCKING dick, maybe he'll even wanna fuck your face each night, you know... just to keep you well fed"

Wincing from the obvious painful pulling of his hair, Noah took as much of Donnie's nine plus inches into his mouth as he possibly could, now gagging uncontrollably, Noah tried with all his strength to push Donnie’s hips away, just to grab a breath of well needed air. However, with still what looked to be three plus inches remaining, Donnie wasn't happy, and it was far too soon to be taking a breathing break.

Donnie gave Noah fair warning before taking the situation into his own hands. "yeeeaaah... gag all want, bitch... you know how much I love that sound... but no break till you take more of your favorite new toy into your cock-sucking mouth"

Noah knew that no matter how much he coughed and Gagged, there was no way Donnie Colello was gonna give him a break. Lowering his hands from Donnie's hips to his thighs once again, Noah tried taking more of the schools largest cock into his mouth.

If you looked really close, you could now make out the shape of Donnie's big mushroom cock-head tenting Noah's left cheek. With the close up view that he had, Lance had no trouble distiquishing what that odd thing was pushing his bro's cheek out obscenely. His eyes bulging out of their sockets to get an even better view, Lance's boner created a nice dark wet spot at the crotch of his lite blue soccer shorts. Apparently, straight jock-boy Lance shot a load without even touching himself, I wondered what it was that he was thinking just before he shot one off.

Meanwhile, Donnie wasn't happy with the lousy blow-job his newest bitch was attempting to give him, he knew Noah could take it all, simply because he already had taken it all, twice now. With Noah still gagging and choking, and now with his face turning blueish, a wicked pissed off Donnie pulled out of Noah's mouth, and proceeded to bitch slap the poor kid over and over and over, till Noah was sent toppling over and now laying in a fetal position sobbing like a baby, and begging Donnie to please stop hitting him. "Please, master Donnie... please... stop hitting me... I just needed to grab a breath... that's all... I was close to passing out.... And just needed some air... please don't be angry... let me try again... I'll do better... I promise"

Seeing and hearing his classmate lay there begging him for one more chance at giving him a decent blow-job, seemed to please Donnie, the anger had left his face, replaced with a sneer. He reached down grabbed himself a huge clump of Noah's hair and pulled the dude back up to his knees. "just answer me this, bitch... do you... or don't you... want a mouthful of my yummy SPERM? Cause if you do... well then you have to work for it... and that means taking my entire dick ... ALL of it... balls deep... with some of my pubes sticking out of your faggot lips" Noah once again wincing from Donnie's tight and painful clutch of his hair, pleaded with his young master to please trust him. "I do want you to dump a nice load of your masculine cum into my mouth... please... master Donnie... you just gotta trust me on this one"

Lance sat there shaking his head listening to his bro beg for a taste of jizz, it now appeared as though his anger had returned, especially after witnessing his bro get fucking bitch slapped to hell and back, by his well muscled classmate standing over him.

I could only imagine how fucking pissed off Donnie had to be, after all, it now had been a couple of hours since we were at my house and him telling me how badly he needed to nut.

The two high school jocks attempted once more to get the stronger, tougher, meaner, dominating one... off. Noah by now had a little more of Donnie's thick italain sausage in his mouth than he had before, but he was still choking on it, and I for one knew there was no such thing in Donnie's world... as a third chance. The poor dude was either going to take it all and get Donnie off, or choke to death trying.

After a couple of moments, it appeared Donnie had decided to give Noah a helping hand, so to speak. "I promised… you'd see a real awesome trick performed by your bro... and I keep my promises... but since this particular trick is such an accomplishment even for my more experienced cock-suckers... I may have to lend your brother a hand... hell ... maybe two"

With that said, Donnie placed both his hands behind Noah's head and gave his hips a powerful thrust. Poor Noah looked as though he had just been bitten by a great white, he was choking wicked bad, his eyes were bulging out, and his face once again had a bluish tint to it, while both his strong fists were busy pummeling Donnie's legs at the same time.

I began yelling to him to just breathe through his nose, and he'd be ok. I mean the poor dude had no choice, because Donnie just held his head pressed tightly to the bottom of his awesome abs, and grinned down at him, immensely enjoying the panic scene down below, with absolutely no intention of giving this jock another break.

To make matters worse, not only was Donnie not letting go of Noah's head, he glanced to his side and smiled his wicked evil smile at Lance. "told ya he'd make it disappear... no trace whatsoever... look at him fuckin squirming... like a pig bein roasted alive... and the thing is... his choking is making my dick feel sensations it never has... I'm fuckin lovin it"

Of course Lance didn't need to be told what was happening within inches from his own eyes, he could clearly see that his lil bro had the biggest cock Lance had ever seen on another teen, shoved somewhere deep inside his head, all fucking nine and a half inches of it. Lance himself began squirming, trying in vain to get free so he could help his bro, even the mumble jumble returned.

Me? I was still yelling at Noah to ease up on his throat muscles and to frigging breathe through his nose. It was probably only several minutes at most, but it seemed freaking hours before Noah finally got what I was trying so desperately to tell him. He was still far from settled, but at least his panic attack was over. Donnie just stood there with his strong hands still clasped to the back of Noah's head, looking over at Lance and still grinning that fucking evil grin, with his huge muscle rod burried somewhere inside Noah's head, hopefully down his throat.

Donnie began withdrawing slowly till just his huge cock-head was inside Noah's mouth. He then began to slowly long fuck the dudes face, still grinning over at Lance who by now seemed to have settled down somewhat himself. It was almost as though watching Lance watch him... while he fucked the dudes lil bro's face, created a massive power trip for Donnie, as if he was saying with his eyes and that nasty grin... stop me if you can.

After allowing Noah to relax, (well as much as the poor dude could relax under the circumstances) Donnie began face fucking him in ernest. He scull fucked Noah as if it might be the last time he would get his nut, viciously using all the muscles withing his body, to slam his thick power tool in and out of Noah's head. At one point it almost looked as though Donnie's power tool was going to punch a huge hole and come out the side of Noahs right cheek.

Finally he took his eyes off Lance, looked down at his classmate bitch, and laughed out loud. "you said you loved how my love muscle beat-up the inside of your mouth... is this what you meant... huh? You love having me literally FUCK your head like this... hmmm? You like it rough like this... me fucking your scull so brutally... you like the feel of my well muscled tool beating-up your brain?... ooooh yeeeaaah... oooh fuck... here it comes, bitch... you worked for it... and it's all yours... oooh fuck man... enjoy it"

Lance and I both knew the very second that Donnie began shooting vollies of cum inside Noah's mouth. He threw his head back, his mouth opened wide, his eyes squinting, and the sound that escaped his mouth was like a lions roar, yet he continued pumping his mighty cock in and out of Noahs head with absolutely no concern whatsoever for the poor dude on his knees in front of him, still deeply impaled, his head still being held tightly pressed to Donnie`s groin, and his young master showing no signs of letting up.

Was Donnie going for a second nut, if so, shouldn't he be giving Noah a little break first?

To all the readers that have been after me to post a new chapter, I sincerely apologize for the long delay.

This was to be the final chapter of "Boys, Buds, and Bullies" but the darn thing got to be so long I'm afraid I have to split it into two sections.

Secondly, I was thinking of giving up on writing, or at least discontinue posting my writings to Nifty, because a person out there obviously without an imgagination of his own, and probably brainless to boot, has taken this story, changed the title, and has posted it to his magazine. (email me and I will give you his name and the name of his magazine)

All I can say to this person, is that I actually feel sorry for you, being without an imagination is a sad situation to be in. All you needed to do was to ask me... and I would have gladly lent you mine.

I promise to post the second part of this final chapter soon.

Till then, thanks to all that have followed this story from the beginning, and that have e-mailed me with their thoughts.

Chaz