Boys Buds and Bullies

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys... and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

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"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt.3 Towards the end of the week, I was giving my best friend a blow-job at least fives times a day, but just for the record ... there were two days when it was actually seven times. IAd like to say that by now I'm used to the taste of Robbie's cum, I'd also like to say that I've gotten used to the taste of his dick, as well as the horrible feeling of it jamming my throat, leaving me fighting for my life. BUT, the truth is...even though the strong flavor of his sperm is a little on the sweet side and not that bad tasting, I still haven't gotten use to the fact that I'm eating another dudes cum...and even though his cock isn't really all that bad tasting, it's still degrading ...sucking a dudes cock... and finally... even though that by now he has brutally fucked my mouth over and over again...I'll never get used to the feeling of literally choking to death, and having to fight so hard just to breathe! So I guess the bottom line is this...whether I'm Bi, gay or straight, doesn't really matter here, cause I'm not yet comfortable giving blow-jobs, best friend or not. I do so because I can't fight him, and now that he has one hundred percent total control over me, he's not only taking advantage of that, but he's enjoying it immensely. So you ask...why do you do it? Why don't you just go to somebody and tell them? Well, there's a couple of reasons... number one, I'm kind of scared of him, he'd turn it around in a heart beat, and it would look like this is all my doing, then all hell would break loose, he'd make me live to regret snitching...with beatings, plus, he keeps telling me that if I tell anyone about our fun times together...he's gonna fuck my cute butt harder than anything, and like I said before, he's not one for idle threats. The other reason I don't tell anyone, is because as sick as it sounds...part of me kinda likes the feeling of a wicked tough dude like Robbie, always telling me what to do. And, what's worse is, I can no longer think for myself, even when I'm alone...I find my self dialing his cell phone and asking what I should do. The inability to make a decision on my own started the night before we headed for home... but I'm jumping ahead of myself here.

As I mentioned, it was during the middle of the week, I began feeling less and less human, it reached the point where I didn't even dare to think the word NO, never mind speak it. I mean jeez, you haven't really met Robbie...you don't really know him, you have never tried saying the word NO to him. And for me after that second day on the island... the word No was even more forbidden than before. After that first blow-job...as well as four more before going to sleep, my best friend became totally convinced that I'm nothing more than a submissive cock-sucking faggot...and during our last days before returning home, he had me totally convinced as well! Yet, after so many blow-jobs, and taking him all the way down to his bushy pubes, I still felt uncomfortable with blowing him as many times in a day as he expected...when once or twice a day was more than I could mentally and physically handle...why did it have to be five or more times a day? I've talked to him about this, I've pleaded with him to allow me to cut back on the amount of times I'm expected to blow him...telling him that my throat couldn't take it that often. His reply is always the same. "Dude? You'll get used to it soon enough, and when you do ...you'll be begging to feel my balls riding your face and my cock stretching your throat, your mind will start feeling withdrawals without my cock stuffed down your throat, your mouth will constantly drool without my dick inside it...you'll see! But don't worry... you won't have to worry about that till we are back in school and you're not getting it as often as you are now!"

I told you in the beginning of this story, that he's one horny stud, but even I had never known anyone that could get off seven times in a period of twenty four hours. My mouth and throat were now constantly aching and sore 24/7... from the brutality of his fierce throat fucking. I was at the point where I spent hours a day just simply begging my best friend not to be so rough while having me blow him, considering I had to do it like every four hours. Now trust me, I know and I understand that he'd been waiting for a very long time for some-one to come along and wrap their lips and tongue around his man size cock...but to me, that was no cause to be so brutal, and when does the newness start dying...huh? Because I figured by now, he'd be slowing down on the amount of times, that he'd even desire a blow-job...yet with Robbie, this hasn't happened, and I'm getting concerned.

Each time I try to gather some sympathy from him, my pleading is ignored, even today when I complained how concerned I am about my tonsils hurting so much. Robbie's only comment was NOT one of sympathy. "Dude? I'm tired of your fucking whining ...have em pulled out when we get home...and that will be the end of that. Fuck, man, you're way worse than a fucking girl...I swear. I told ya what to do, didn't I? Just let my creamy cum remain in your mouth till I'm completely finished with ya...then throw your head back and let it slide down to your tonsils, then gargle with it, like you do mouthwash...bet that will ease the pain some...ya know?" He'd then laugh his ass off over his own sick joke.

It was Friday, and we had only two days left of our week-long stay at the beach. But for me, two days it would obviously seem much longer, a whole lifetime to be exact. I had just gotten finished with my morning ritual of phoning my mom...trying wicked hard to hide my unhappiness and actually having to lie to her as why my voice sounded as though I was coming down with a cold. "Abe? Your voice sounds as though you're coming down with something...or like there is something caught in your throat...are you ok, dear?" I had to think fast as I turned and gave Robbie a dirty look. "It's nothing mom, I made a bet with Robbie that I could take a whole banana down my throat peeling and all, and I think I scraped my tonsils a couple of times trying, but it's nothing mom, honestly!" I gave Robbie another dirty look as he rolled on the floor laughing. "Oooooh Abe, hon...you see what I mean, just a few days on your own and you try something stupid...what were you thinking? You could have damaged you tonsils beyond repair. Well, I guess the harm is done... I'll call and make an appointment with Dr. Stevans for Monday..." I cut her off before she overheard Robbie in hysterics. "MOM? I'll be fine, honest, but I gotta go before breakfast gets too cold to eat it, K?" I looked over again at Robbie as he gave me a puzzled look then glanced down at his bulging pouch. "OK, mom, like I said I gotta go, yeah, I know mom, you'll hear from me same time tomorrow...k, mom, I hear you...bye mom!"

The moment I placed the cell phone on the counter, Robbie asked why I lied to my mom about my breakfast getting cold. "Hey fagboy...what's with your breakfast gettin cold? You know I keep these eggs nice and warm for ya! ...By the way, she has a wicked good point about you going to see the doctor...I want you to have your tonsils out...so when you talk to her tomorrow, that's what you'll be telling her...got it?" I was shocked that he would say such a thing, another selfish move on his part...just so he wouldn't have to fight so much getting his cock past the entrance to my throat. I couldn't help but look at him like he had five heads. "No fucking way, dude! There's nothing wrong with my tonsils, and I'm not having them out just to satisfy you, sorry, man!" Robbie charged at me and gave me a power slap up side my head, knocking me against the wall...then held me pinned there. "Ooohhh yes you will...you'll do whatever the fuck I tell you to do... fuckin faggot! ...You must be fucking losing your mind...talking to me that way...besides, trust me!... my little cumbucket... my master cock will slide soooo nice and easy into your cocksucking throat...isn't that what you want to happen? ...Don't you want it to enter your throat nice and smooooooth like?...Now you remember to tell her...you want em out...got it?" Robbie kept me pinned up against the wall. Both of us naked except for our briefs. He used both his hands to brace each of mine up over my head and against the wall, while pressing his bare left pec roughly against my face. "Go ahead...I'll let you this time...suck my nipple...that will be your reward today...even though you did get a little mouthy...and even lied to your mom!"

While his incredibly well shaped and deeply cut pec, held my head prisoner against the wall, I closed my eyes and tried so hard to keep the vision of his muscular chest from invading my space. But, there it was, the vision of me laying on his bed, him straddling my upper chest as usual, me staring up at his entire muscular torso ...looking so much like a young teenage body builder... his well tanned pecs looking so frigging awesome...as they protruded from his chest with a thin light sheen of perspiration ...and there they were...those deep brown quarters with their eraser size nipples sticking straight out...demanding attention...demanding to be worshiped! I tried so hard yet again to erase the vision from my head, but to no avail. As hard as I fought it, I felt my lips part... if only slightly. Then another part of my body betrayed me, this time it was the tip of my tongue, as it wiggled it's way out and snaked around the circumference of the brown quarter, then finally came to rest on that awesome looking nipple, and even as I begged it not to...the tip of my tongue began massaging, and worshiping yet another part of Robbie's awesome body...bringing out a soft barely audible moan from deep within my body...with each taste of the fine, lightly salted rubber. This time even Robbie's stern Authoritarian voice was unable to bring me back to earth. "Yeeeeaaah... you fucking queer fag...you love tasting ANY part of my body I allow you to, don't ya? ...I bet there is no part of my body you wouldn't lick...if I gave you permission to...is there? Ooooh sorry, I forgot...you can't answer me at the moment, can you? ...cause as usual, you've got your mouth full. That's ok, with two days remaining, I'm sure my question will be answered. You just go and enjoy your reward, for the time being!"

I'm not sure how much time went by, before I found the strength to pull my tongue away, but when I finally did, I was greeted with a smirk from my best friend. "Fuck dude, remind me not to reward you too often...thought you'd never give em up...suppose I'm lucky you didn't fucking swallow them...huh?"

Later that day, Robbie was complaining about the lack of his daily workouts. "Dude? ...come over here. Can you notice any difference in my body tone? I mean...am I still like rock solid? ...Damn, what the fuck what was I thinking? A whole fucking week with no Bowflex...seriously faggot, get over here and feel my guns...tell me if you can feel any difference, and be honest...you hear?" I stood in front of him, as he gave me a double biceps pose, and damned if I could notice any difference. "I'm telling ya, dude, there is no noticeable difference at all!" Robbie, however was not convinced. "What the fuck, faggot? You can't tell just by gawking at them! You gotta feel em ...rub your hands over them...fuckin worship em, if you have to...seriously dickbreath...what a stupid fucking pussy you're turning out to be." I did as Robbie had demanded...yeah you heard me right...DEMANDED! We were now long past the point where my best friend would ASK anything of me. For the past few days everything has been a command. Like if he was ready for a blow-job he'd just spread his legs wide, whether sitting in the over stuffed chair, laying on the bed, or standing, and then he'd just use his forefinger and point at his huge pouch, while grinning his sadistic grin and staring into my eyes. During those times no words were ever necessary, but if he was in the mood for a foot massage, or having me lick the sweat out of his pits, or nut-sac, he'd command me to do so! Like now while wanting me to worship and praise his awesome and powerful guns. I lifted my hands and brought them up to his biceps, and not only did they feel freaking gigantic, but they were as hard as any rock I had ever touched. I allowed my fingers to caress the well formed muscles, and immediately felt my dick twitch. I even momentarily closed my eyes, and the vision of a Greek Adonis was there to greet me...standing there in front of me with a double biceps pose...my first thoughts were...I MUST be fucking gay! When I reopened my eyes and looked up to Robbie's face, he was smirking. "You're a pathetic faggot...you know that? You developed a frigging hard-on just feeling my fucking arms! Go ahead homo, I'll let you kiss em, but first clean the sweat from my pits, and if you do a good job? I'll not only let you kiss my guns, and lick em, I might even let you do the same to my thigh muscles. Now how's that for being nice to my fucking queer slave...huh? Telling ya, my little ball-licker...I just don't get why you have to mouth off to me...when I'm nothing but fucking nice to you 24/7" That's another thing, I don't think I'll ever get use to...the verbal abuse, all the sick names he's now calling me, along with the lack of respect...and treating me as though this is ALL my doing!"

I brought my face down under Robbie's biceps to the pathway of the blond tufts of his left armpit. But then quickly came to a halt. The odor ...though not really over bearing... was certainly strong enough. I just couldn't bring myself to press onward. The very idea of pressing my mouth and nose into... (never mind licking)... another dudes armpits, had to be where I would draw the line. I could see the dampness from his perspiration layering the fine pit hairs, kinda like the morning dew layers the leaves and freshly mowed grass on an autumn day. I began to pull away, but in doing so I felt Robbie's strong hand on the back of my head, and then yelped slightly as his hand gathered a fist full of my hair, then slowly pushed my face into the hollow of his left pit. With Robbie now mashing my nose and mouth into his unwashed armpit, and even grinding my face up, down and sideways several times before forcing my face to move in circular motions ...covering my nose and lips with his wet perspiration. "I better feel that fucking tongue of yours working my pit before I count to three, faggot!" I hesitated, but before he uttered the word three, I was lapping up the sweat from my best friends armpit. I gagged several times while swallowing both the sweat and a few of the fine hairs. I also felt nauseous, like I needed to barf, but my fear of the repercussions kept everything down just fine. Worse of all, the sound of Robbie's giggling pissed me off even more so. "Fuck, dude...you're licking the day old sweat from another dudes fucking armpits...you like that? Yeeeaaah... you must like it, you're swallowing mouthfuls of it. Go ahead faggot, lick it...lick it...lick it! Oooh fucking yeah...my best friend...the fuckin armpit licker of Bronson Valley High School...yeah slurp on that sweat, you fucking homo ...About frigging time you start showing your High Schools Jock of the Year.... the respect he so greatly deserves! Just like it's about time after all these years ...that you start doing me favors for allowing you to be my friend!...Trust me, faggot...we are now soooo going to make up for lost time!"

Not sure which emotion was tallying up the most points. But I do know there was a battle of emotions going on within my head. A war between the most humiliation I had ever felt, including eating his cum that first time, and that of my inner feelings being tortured by his harsh words and lack of respect for me? It may seem weird to you, but some of his verbal abuse hurt way more than me actually doing whatever horrifying task he expected me to perform at the time. Yet, for some reason having my mouth and nose buried into another dudes ripe armpit, seemed to be even lower than being told to eat his cum. With that said, there was little doubt by now ...that I had sank to the lowest. As I continued brushing my tongue over the fine hairs of his armpit, knowing that when I finished the left one...there would still be the right armpit to do...I felt humiliation like no humiliation I had ever felt before...and swore that it was more than I would ever feel again. The taste? Well it was kinda salty, but it was more so the odor... that was turning me off. What made this whole disgusting ordeal worse , was that I think Robbie was very much aware of how degrading and humiliating the act was, and he was only into having me do it...purely for the feeling of the undeniable power he received from it. Purposely not showering that morning knowing damn well that he'd have me committing this very degrading act. "Holy shit, dude! Look at you gobble down the sweat from my fucking arm pits, you fucking faggots have no limits...do you? ...nah... no limits at all...not when it comes to hot hunks like me...eh? Ooooooh fuck yeeeeaaahhh! ... Don't you be shy, dude...I'm your fucking hero...so clean that hair inside there... wash it good!" Of course I wanted to pull away, but with a tight fistful of my hair, I wouldn't have gotten very far. I remained there with my tongue working his entire pit from the underside of his pec, all the way out to the underside of his biceps, back and forth ...over and over again, coating my tongue, and swallowing another teens sweat... all the while listening to my best friends tormenting words. "Ooooohhhh fuck...look at you...munching away on that raunchy pit, like it was a freaking ice cream cone...YOU GO GIRL! Show your straight best friend just how much of a fucking pussy you really are!...Ooooohhh yeeeaah... you gobble down that sweat, you fucking pit-licking bitch!"

After I finished cleaning out Robbie's second armpit, I did actually try and break away from Robbie's tight hold, just so that I could run to the bathroom and try washing his pit hair out of my mouth. However! Robbie had other plans. "Whooooaaaaaa, where you trying to run off to in such a hurry?" I explained to him that I had nearly a mouthful of his pit hairs, and needed to rinse them out with some mouthwash. But all I received in return was more humiliation. "Yeah Right! Like fuck you do, you just swallow them like everything else you get from my hot body...besides... you still have cleaning to do! Like they say...a bitches work is never done. Now get down there and start on my feet...wait...let me get comfortable in my grandfathers chair first." I waited for Robbie to get comfortable in the big overstuffed chair. Then as he sat there with his well muscled legs spread wide, he pointed down to his left foot. When I knelt down in between his legs and lowered my hands to remove his white ankle length socks his right hand swatted mine away. "What are you doing, faggot? Did I order you to remove my socks...huh...did I? I don't think so...you need to wash these socks with your tongue...then when I say they're clean enough... then...and only then... can you remove em and bathe my feet!... Got it?"

I wasn't sure if I could continue taking the brutal humiliation, I mean I'm only fucking seventeen, how much degrading and humiliation can a seventeen year old mind take before it explodes into bits? I had been trying wicked hard these last few days to keep myself from crumbling to the floor and crying hysterically. After my last bout of crying and being demoralized by my best friend for doing so, I tried so hard from placing myself in that situation again...but after the pit licking, and now this...I wasn't sure if I could hold out much longer. Robbie lifted his right leg and placed his foot up to my face, pressing the toes of his white ankle length sock , with a faint odor from his sneakers against my lips. "Open up, fag, time to get busy cleaning again. Like I said...you do a good job with keeping me and pieces of my clothing clean...I'll reward you by allowing you to kiss and lick my muscles...now seriously, dude ... that's just gotta sound delicious...especially to a fucking queer slave like you... go ahead, open up wide! And munch away at my dirty socks!"

After listening to my best friends words, I literally could feel my mind along with my inner sole, deteriorate bit by bit, I had never felt less of a male figure or even a human figure as I did at that moment. I'd been struggling with my conscience, for the past couple of days, and it was almost like Robbie was aware of this, and he was out to do his best to beat me down, conquer me, strip me of any pride, self respect, ego, even beat up my conscience, and rob me of my sole! He was turning me into his best yet conquest, and he would continue ...till there was nothing left to me but a shell of flesh...then finally... he'd have himself an obedient sub-human robot. One that wouldn't even think of EVER uttering the word NO!

With Robbie's toes in my mouth, I literally sucked the cotton fabric they were wrapped in, till the faint odor from the worn sneakers was completely gone. All the while, his other foot rested on my shoulder, often rubbing against my cheek and down towards my nose. The soft cotton of his socks was in deep contrast to the feeling of his strong toes, and arch. As I submissively lapped away at the digits of his feet and knowing that within minutes I'd actually be licking the flesh between each of those digits, I felt a couple of tears work their way down my cheek. I was hoping I could hold them back, in fear that Robbie would see them and verbally humiliate even more so...I was wrong, I couldn't. This of course pleased Robbie beyond words. "What's the matter my little cocksucker, you feel that sucking my feet is more humiliating than sucking my cock...is that it? Well, I've got news for you...that's just my sock...wait till you start licking my bare feet...and even that isn't as bad as some of the things I have in mind for you later! Yet, I like seeing those few silent tears running down your face, it just helps to increase the feeling of power I have over you...a power so intence...it makes me wanna shove my whole foot down your throat. So don't feel ashamed at crying, faggot, not when I've only just begun to come up with ways to use that mouth of yours! Now... take my sock off , and let me feel that fucking dick-licking tongue of yours working its way between my toes. Yeeeaaah, come-on ...show your best bud just how much you fucking love him! Show him how much you want him to use you ...like the fucking queer, cock-sucking faggot, you are!"

After cleaning his socks and then removing them, he raised his right foot to my mouth and ordered me to first kiss, then suck each toe, counting them as I went along. "How's it going, slave? You like the taste of my feet, haven't showered since yesterday, they must taste real fine...eh? Come-on now...you know the rules....keep your eyes attached to mine at all times while serving me...how else will I know how much you're enjoying this...huh? Hey...I got an idea...Count em as you move your tongue from one to the other...like this ...one clean little piggy, two clean little piggies...go ahead...that way I'll know that you've sucked every one of em ...and don't forget to get that tongue in between each toe real good, K?" It wasn't the first time I had tasted his feet, but it was the first time I've had to suck and tongue between his toes, and once again...it wasn't so much the taste, as it was the humiliation of the act. Keeping my eyes locked on to his as I sucked and licked between my jock friends toes. "One clean little piggy...two clean little piggies...three clean little piggies."

I could tell by the wicked grin on his face after I finished with his feet, that having control over me ...far greater than he had ever hoped for...was turning him on big time. I had gone above and beyond what he had originally expected of me, and from the size of his pouch... the bulging eyes, and the wide evil grin on his face, I knew instantly ...that from this moment on...there would be absolutely no limits whatsoever. Yet, it was almost at the point where it didn't matter any more, I mean...what else could he do, that would humiliate and degrade me more than the things I have already done.

Robby remained sitting in the overstuffed chair, legs spread wide. Then while our eyes remained locked, he scooted forward till he was seated just on the edge of the cushion, he used his forefinger and pointed down between his legs...my new sign that he was ready once again for another blow-job. Gone were the days when he'd do every thing in his power to get me to even touch his cock...without me throwing a major fit... even having me believing when it did happen , that it was purely by accident. Now, less than a week later ...no words were needed...just a point from his finger to the area where his pride and joy flexed it's own hard muscle ...while waiting to be worshiped...by Robbie's best friend. He preferred me sniffing, kissing and licking the fabric covering his manhood, before I was able to actually remove the tight, often skimpy garment, holding his cock prisoner, and, this time was no different. Because he hadn't showered all day, his tight briefs had a different odor to them, like a musky, sweat and piss combination, that I found to be just a tad repulsive. When I started to pull my face away from his crotch, Robbie grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing my face back down into his smelly basket and held it there, then laughed. "Get use to it, dickbreath...there'll be many afternoons after football or wrestling practice when it will smell much worse...I promise! Now be a good faggot slave...and give it some tongue...lots of tongue!"

After rubbing my face, into the fowl crotch of his tight underwear for at least a good five minutes or so, Robbie let go of my hair then looked down into his wet saliva covered package and smiled. "Damn good job, if you ask me...now pull em off me!" First, I pulled away gasping for fresh air. While he sat there laughing his ass off...then not wanting to keep him waiting, I slid my fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled down and forward till they slid down his well muscled legs. He lifted one foot and the briefs slid off. He then lifted the other foot up to my mouth with the briefs hanging loosely from his toes, and ordered to open wide. "Here you go faggot, your reward for doing such a nice job...open wide and take just the pouch inside your mouth and suck on it for a while." I gave Robbie a dirty look, but then did as he ordered...but before I had the pouch inside my mouth he snapped at me. "Noooo, not like that...turn the pouch inside out...so you get to suck the real thing, and while your sucking it? ...you have my permission just this once ...to close your eyes... then vision my nut-sac and cock pressed against that area since yesterday morning...K?...oooh ya, by the way, I purposely dribbled some piss into it earlier...ya know... just to add a different flavor for ya!" I began to despise my best friend, how the fuck could he be so cruel and disgusting towards me... didn't I give him what he so desperately wanted... and haven't I continued giving it to him? I nearly barfed as I brought his pungent underwear up to my mouth and slid the dirty pouch inside out...all the way in, closing my lips, and letting the remaining underwear hang from my chin. Robbie smiled broadly, and slowly rubbed his thick seven inches. "Taste good? ...Ummm, Ummm...I bet it does! ...Now be honest with me queerboi...how many of those faggots at school would pay tons of money just to be in the position your are in at this very moment...huh? Seriously, dude, you can't say I don't reward you when you do good by me...now can you?"

I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of shaking my head no...I just kept my eyes closed and rather vision Robbie's balls and cock pressed against the pouch I was now sucking on...as he had suggested... I preferred to vison my best friend laying on couch inside a doctors office.

I have no clue as to how much time went by while I sucked and swallowed the stench from the crotch of my best friends skimpy underwear. Seemed like hours to me, though I'm sure it wasn't even half an hour. Then Robbie gave me the ok to spit out the briefs. "Ok, faggot, that's enough reward for now...but don't worry...you'll get to do that again one day, as long as you remain good to your master...fuck man, even better...you'll have my dirty jocks once back at school...now you can't tell me that doesn't sound delicious!"

I knelt there, between Robby's thick thighs, looking straight onward at his hard seven inches, and what I now considered to be the most perfect cock-head I had ever seen. Then, I watched as his finger pointed down between his well muscled legs. Without so much as hesitating for even a second...I crawled on my knees forward a few inches, then leaned in and took his crown between my lips and tongued it for what seemed like forever...till Robbie pulled my head off it and laughed hysterically. "Oooooh yeeeeaaah....just like all the cunts I have ever fucked..YOU are sooooo hooked now...aintcha?...Oooooh fuck ya!..I think it's time to teach you to beg for my fucking power tool. Ya, queerboy...Just repeat after me... Pleeaasssse Master Robby, please let me blow you, please fuck my mouth and throat with your thick love muscle? Pleeeaaasssse feed me your delicious jockboy cum' ...Oooohhh Yeeeaaah! From now on, you beg me nicely...just like that...and do so every time you blow me...OK?" I caught myself gulping, I mean actually fucking gulping. Now!...I not only had to blow him and eat his jock boy cum...but fucking beg him to let me do so? How humiliating...how freaking degrading...how fucking sick! Just when I felt enough was enough, just when I was close to saying..... fuck you Robby' he smiled down into my eyes, and rubbed his oozing thick knob across my lips once again. "Let me here it, cocksucker!" "Pleeaassse Master Robby, please let me blow you. Please fuck my mouth and throat with your thick love muscle? Pleeaasssse feed me your delicious jockboy cum" I heard the words leave my very mouth, and yet I still couldn't believe they came from me. What has happened to me? Was it not bad enough that I was sucking cock, and swallowing cum and spit? Cleaning out a dudes armpits with my tongue...cleaning his worn socks and bare feet with my tongue. Was it not bad enough he has me now sucking the dirty crotch of his underwear? Now I was expected to beg to be allowed to fucking BLOW him? The more humiliating things Robby had me do, the more I totally disliked him...soooo with that said, why couldn't I just say fuck you... and walk away? I would ask myself this very question time and time again from this point on...through-out my life actually. Robbie at first whispered his permission, then yelled so the whole fucking lake could hear him. "You have your Masters permission...but first.... kiss and suck my balls...one atta time, and keep doing so till I tell ya to stop!...GOT IT, YOU FUCKING LOW LIFE FAGGOT?" I nodded my head, but it wasn't enough. After a wicked hard yank on my hair, Robby began yelling. "Listen to me, you fucking queer...this is where you say `Yes Master Robby, I understand, Sir!"

I'm not sure if it was from all the humiliation and degradation, the pulling of my hair, the loud yelling, OR the combination of everything since we arrived here at the camp.....maybe it was a combination of everything including all the abuse since we were kids, but whatever... I finally broke down and began sobbing...I mean like real loud and heavy bawling. "Yes Master Robby, I understand, Sir!" A thunderous roar which should have been heard through out the whole fucking beach, made me sob that much harder. "YESSSSSS....WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!......I finally fuckin broke you....you are soooo my private property from this day on.....CRY, you fucking queer sissy, cry like the little bitch that you are......OOOOOH FUCK YEAH! ......CRY, you fucking little faggot! And guess what?....When you're done crying? I'm gonna FUCK your mouth and throat again, nice and slow...for the sixth time today.

Still kneeling, I watched as Robbie stepped behind me. I felt him straddle my shoulders, his thick thighs around my neck, with the back of my head pressed into his huge basket, his legs straddling and pressing against each side of my chest and torso, his feet planted on the ground. I continued to sob, listening to him yell and pound his chest like Tarzan after conquering another wild beast, after showing his pleasure at defeating me and breaking me to the point of no return, he sat on my neck and allowed his muscled weight to slowly bend my head down to the ground...flexing his thigh muscles around my head little by little with each passing moment. He continued till my forehead was touching the floor. With my head feeling as though it would burst from the pressure of his thigh muscles, he stretched forward and began doing push-ups with one arm, with his massive pouch using the back of my head as a cushion, as he banged my head onto the floorboards with each push-up. "There you go, faggot...here's another reward for you...for being so obedient. You've got my permission to rub your fag hands over those powerful thighs as they turn your fucking queer head into mush. By the way how's my basket feel as it pushes your face into the floor...you love having your head between my legs don't ya...yeah you do...and you always did ...since we were kids! See what I mean, man? You have always wanted me to be in control, always on top of you, always letting you feel my muscles and power. Pay-back time, faggo...now it's time for you to pay back for all those times I gave you pleasure. Ooooh yeeaaah faggot, the time has finally arrived for you to pleasure me for a while."

I continued to sob, from the combination of humiliation, fear, and pain. How the hell does he figure I got pleasure from all those millions of times even as a kid, while having either my stomach or my head squeezed for sometimes hours at a time, by his strong legs...or him sitting on my chest, often bouncing up and down till I was forced to give-up and offer him something... just to get him off me. Did he really believe that he was doing it all for me, each time he held me in some wicked tight wrestling move he'd seen on television, often pressing his crotch into some body part of mine? My fear continued to grow as he began using some of his favorite wrestling moves on me yet again, but not till the pressure of his thighs brought darkness to my eyes.

I awoke with him spitting in my face, while laying flat on my back, and him straddling my chest. "Hey, nice to have you back, bud...I was beginning to get a little bored. Fuck man, I gotta tell ya, I've always wanted to know if I could put some one out by squeezing them with these thighs of mine...wooohooo...and I wasn't even using full power...fuck, man...I probably could of killed ya. Sweet huh? Since you're in such a playful mood, I thought I'd practice some of my other moves...I mean may as well, nothin else to do, right? But first ... let's clean up all that spit on your face, K?" My head and mind were still in a deep fog from the brutal pressure of his thick thighs just before passing out. I laid there like a freaking dummy, as he used his fingers to wipe up his saliva from my face, then ordered me to open wide, as he pushed his dirty fingers into my mouth. "No sense in letting this go to waste, right? Now close your lips tight and suck my fingers like you do my cock, get all that disgusting muck off my fingers. There's still gobs left on your face, so this could take a few...but then what else we got to do, eh?" It did take a while because, he insisted I suck and lick each of the three fingers completely, even between them, till all his disgusting spit was removed from my face. Then he used my limp body for wrestling practice. Using various moves, such as the camel clutch, where he had me screaming loud enough for my mom to hear, not setting me free even after I gave up and submitted dozens of times, not til I was crying wicked hard and loud, stretching my back and neck till he was bored doing so...then switching over to the Boston Crab... and again holding me tight, til he was totally bored with it. The final move was a figure four where he had my face pressed against his skimpily clad bubble butt, my nose and lips pushed deep inside his crack. "You like this hold, dude? I don't know why I've never used it on you before, but I plan on using it on your cousin often enough to make up for all the times I never used it on you. Think he'll like it? I know You do...I can tell...so I'm sure he will. K, now here is where I bring in my own ideas, and improve this hold greatly. I wanna feel the tip of your tongue working on that crack of mine, saturate the back of my briefs and press that tongue deeper... till you've given me a nice wedgie...go ahead, do it faggot! Start by licking it, queerboy! Oooh yeah, stick the tip of that cocksucking, faggot tongue in there...you queer fuck! ...may as well tell ya, now that you're broken... and completely mine to use however I desire? I'm gonna fucking use that cock loving mouth of yours...in ways you could never even fuckin imagine!" If I felt humiliated and degraded by giving my best friend a blow-job... ME??? sucking on a dudes cock, then swallowing his thick sperm? Well let me tell ya... this act was by far more humiliating and degrading...and what's worse is, Robbie knew this... he laughed all through it, calling me every evil name he could think of, but the name `butt-licker', stuck in my mind and bothered me the most... for many years later.

To be continued...