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RECAP OF CHAPTER 5 I laid there, eyes half closed as I felt my cousins strong fist working my cock, I was getting close, and decided it was now or never. "Ooooooohhhh, man, oooooohhh fuck, that feels so good... aaaahhhh shit! Anthony, oooohhh fuck... please blow me, dude, please man, I need it sooooo fucking bad." I have to admit, no body could have been more surprised than me, when I felt my cousins lips touch my knob and then gently kiss it. Then a moment later, when I felt the head of my cock being sucked in between his lips, I nearly shot my load right then and there. My hand began feeling for the lamp next to the air bed, and as I pulled the switch, I felt three quarters of my cock being massaged by his wet tongue. I wanted so bad to grab the back of his head and plow the rest of my thick six inches into his throat, but I remember Robby telling me to keep my hands away from Anthony's head, so it wouldn't look like I was forcing my cousin to blow me.
With the radio playing rather loudly, neither Anthony nor I heard Robby unzip the door to the tent. It wasn't until the first flash went off that either one of us became aware that we were not alone. Several more flashes fired off, before Robbie even began to pull his face away, and as he looked up at the person holding the digital camera, another flash nearly blinded him. "Don't let me interrupt dude, just trying to get some decent photos for the year book." Anthony tried jumping up, but Robbie's white socked foot made contact with the back of my cousins head, pushing it back down to my steel pole. "Seriously, faggot! May as well finish the job, too late now to try and pretend you were not enjoying my friends cock, so unless you don't have a prob with me going back and downloading these sweet pics onto my computer, you best get busy. You know what I mean?" Anthony, to say the least was nearly out of his mind. "I'm going to fucking kill you, dude! I mean it you asshole, you are so fucking dead!" Robbie, just stood there with his foot still on top of my cousins head. "Ya, ya, ya, whatever you say, big boy, but you're not doing shit, till you take my friends load, I wanna see you eat your cousins cum, you fucking fag. You either do as I say, or these pics become public property, now finish what you started, then I'll give you an opportunity to take this camera home with you, if you're brave enough to fight me for it... that is!"
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 6 The thing is, with Robbie now standing there looking down at us, I felt the desire to nut... kind of drift away, and my dick begin to shrink. Man, I gotta freaking tell ya, my dick was doing everything it could to humiliate me these days. What was it about Robbie that could literally change the temperature of my body in just seconds flat? Lately the very sight of him and I'd get wicked hot and my dick instantly hard, and NOW that I need so badly to nut, it goes soft. Seriously, what the fuck??? I couldn't understand how or even why the feeling of a warm mouth on my dick could go from hot to cold just by the presence of my best bud, but truth is, it did. I placed both hands on the side of Anthony's face and pushed him away as Robbie continued taking photo shots. My actions surprised both Anthony and my best bud, even brought more verbal abuse from Robbie. "See faggot, I knew you were nothing but a fucking pussy, you can't even take a decent blow-job. You fucking disgust me, you know that? Seriously, fag, you make me sick!" I felt ashamed that I let my best friend down once again, I also felt humiliated being talked down to in front of my cousin. "It's you, dude, not me. I can't get off with you standing there watching, you ruined it for me, I swear I was just about to nut when you came in! Why couldn't you have left us alone for just one more minute?" Robbie, just stood there with a sinister smile on his face, like he does when he suddenly has an evil thought. "WHY??? Because, my man... that wasn't the plan... don't you remember the PLAN... faggot? How you thought your cousin was queer, and that we should trap him and make him my bitch... huh, how could you forget that, huh? You stupid fuck!" Suddenly Anthony jumped up showing even more shock than he did when caught with my dick in his mouth. "You set me up? Ooohhh my GOD... my own fucking cousin set me up to make me look like a fucking fag?? I'm gonna beat the fucking shit out of both of you, and enjoy every second of it, you fucking little moron!" With that said, Anthony pulled back his right leg and kicked me hard in the kidneys at least three times with Robbie just standing there laughing his ass off. It was when I screamed out in major pain after the third kick that Robbie intervened. "Ok, ok, leave em alone, your fight is with me not him, besides, he's just as much a faggot as you are... must run in the family! Being the good BITCH that he is, he was just obeying my commands... like you'll soon be doing." If that little speech was supposed to help things between my cousin and I, it didn't. As I laid there in a fetal position clutching my kidneys, in pain and groaning like a baby, I gave my best bud hell for taking so long to stop him. "Fuck, man, why'd you let him rearrange my stomach before stopping him, I'm dying here." Robbie showed no sympathy, it just showed me how much our friendship had changed these last few weeks, in the past, he would have been all over the dude, long before the first kick hit it's target. "Trust me, dude, you'll live. Now stop the fucking whining all the time, I'm getting sick of it already!" Anthony, still standing over me, pulled his leg back to let me have another, but this time, Robby dropped the camera and gave Anthony a hard shove forcing him to trip over one of the air beds, and landing on his back. In a flash, Robby was on top of him, straddling my cousins chest, pinning him to the other air bed. To my surprise, Robbie held off from punching my cousins lights out, which in most cases, the dude on the bottom would have been pummeled with my best buds hard flying fists. Instead, Robbie just sat comfortably on Anthony's neck, with his huge nut-sack resting on my cousins chin, and his semi-hard-on pressing up-ward, stretching the thin nylon material of his running shorts. Anthony of course continued fighting, trying his best to throw Robbie off. Robbie, unfortunately for Anthony was going nowhere. The only thing Anthony's struggle produced was having Robbie's well muscled smooth thighs pressed tighter against each side of my cousins face, as he growled down at him. "I said enough... now here is the situation as I see it. You're a faggot, you know it, I know it, and your cousin knows it, and soon both our schools will know it, that is unless you and I can work out a deal here, so whadaya say?" Anthony continued struggling, raising his belly, while bridging himself, hoping to throw Robby over his shoulders. "I'm not a faggot, I was just teasing my cousin is all, so you can fuck off with your deal, asshole, and you better be silently praying that I don't get loose, cause if I do, I'm gonna show ya who the faggots are here, after I fucking beat the two of you unconscious." As I laid there massaging my side, Robbie angrily yelled to me. "Hey faggot, bring my camera over here, I need to show my newest cum-dump just why he's gonna be more than willing to do anything and everything I say, from now on."
Robbie held the digital camera up over Anthony's face while clicking the review button, showing my cousin the incriminating pictures slowly... one by one. "So tell me fag, how many students at EITHER school will believe you, when you try to convince them you were only teasing your cousin... huh? How many, faggot... huh? NOT ANY...that's how many! You're as queer as your cousin here, it took me a while to convince him how much he preferred cock over pussy, but I bet I can break you a hell of a lot quicker." Robbie then handed the camera back to me, as he grabbed a fistful of Anthony's hair and lifted his face so that my cousins lips were now pressed against the outline of Robbie's now hard as rock seven and a half incher, moving the head all over the tight nylon bulge so that Anthony's lips covered the entire shaft before stopping on the wicked thick mushroom head. "Tell ya what... you kinda blew off the deal the first time I offered it, so now if you wanna here it, you need to give my knob a long slow kiss!"
Anthony wasn't going down easy, he was totally convinced that he could at least talk his buds into believing him, pictures or no pictures. So he kept his tight lips closed, refusing to kiss that awesome looking cock-head threw Robbie's nylon shorts. Meanwhile the whole scene had my own dick twitching, watching as my cousin struggled, with his entire head being slightly squeezed between my buds powerful thighs, while Anthony's mouth pressed against the most perfect looking cock-head ever. I somewhat expected Robbie to be totally pissed off by now, yet he seemed to be immensely enjoying the fight that my cousin was putting up. "Ooooh yeeeaaah, you keep fighting it faggot, it's fucking turning me on big time, but I'm a bit surprised you're not even curious what the deal is I have to offer ya. No matter to me, fag, cause I can sit here with your lips on my knob till daybreak. With that said, Anthony mumbled something, which was totally muffled by Robbie's nylon covered cock-head. I watched as my friend still with a clump of Anthony's hair buried into his clenched fist, pulled my cousins head back a wee bit, so that we could hear what Anthony had to say. Robbie grinned down into Anthony's eyes. "You have something to say, or was you just trying to get a little taste?" Anthony wasn't at all happy, a bit furious as a matter of fact. "Fuck you asshole! ... Now tell me what this fucking deal is!" Robby just turned and smiled at me, then looked down at Anthony. "Such a filthy mouth for a faggot, you expect to suck a beautiful cock with that mouth?" Then turning once again to me... "remind me to wash your cousins mouth out later, ok fag?" Maybe Anthony had no idea what Robbie meant by that, but I sure as hell did, and a little part of me couldn't wait to see it with my own eyes. Again, my brave cousin spouted off . "Get on with it fuck-head, what's this deal you soooo want me to hear?" Robbie laughed. "Ha, ha, ... you better hear what I have to say, bitch, You can fight this as long as you want, say anything you want, threaten all you want, but I can promise you this much, the only head that's gonna get fucked tonight is yours! It's like I said, if you wanna hear my deal NOW, you have to kiss my thick knob right threw my running shorts, then I'll fill you in on my offer to you." Robbie then pulled Anthony's face back up to the awesome cock-head and continued talking down to my cousin. "Other wise, better make yourself comfy, because you'll be in this same position till morning." There was a long pause, seemed like a whole hour went by. I kept my eyes glued to my cousins mouth, as though I were in a trance, half listening to Robbie go on about Anthony's future if he didn't accept this awesome deal from Robbie. "Let's face it, dude, even if by a very slim chance, you can convince your best buds, that what they are seeing in these photo clips is just you teasing your cousin, what about all the other students at your school, huh? Most importantly what about all the students and jocks at my school, no way will any of them believe you, and you damn well know that much... besides, forget about who believes and who doesn't believe" Robbie then placed his arm behind his back, and allowed his hand to reach for my cousins cotton enclosed dick, then quickly brought his arm back. "Ha... just as I figured, your dick maybe small, but at the moment it's as hard as steel. The only REAL thing that matters here is that you want my cock, you need it, probably never saw one as thick as mine, huh? Truth is, only one dude at school has a cock bigger than mine, that's my bud Donnie Colello, man, I swear he's nine inches, and even thicker than mine, now that dude would fucking choke a horse to death, I'd bet a hundred on it easily! Anyways, faggot, kike I said... your puny little dick maybe small, but it's hard as a rock, while your lips are plastered to my huge cock-head, try and get out of that one, eh! Of course you could be just teasing me... right?" Still, Anthony was in no hurry to do the honors, of kissing his rivals knob, and I have no idea how much time went by. Then, just as I had given up on the idea of my cousin being gay, and with my eyes still attached to his mouth and the tight outline of my best friends cock-head, I witnessed my cousins lips part ever so slowly. My eyes bulged out, and a wicked wide grin spread across my best buds face, Anthony began trying slowly, then desperately, to clamp his lips around Robbie's wicked huge cock-head. Somehow he was able to move his bottom lip beneath the deep ridge of that awesome knob, with his top lip seemingly covering the top of the huge mushroom shaped head. Robbie removed his grasp from Anthony's head, and turned to see if I was catching this scene. My eyes bulged even more so as my cousin continued fighting to get Robbie's full knob in between his lips, something he didn't even really have to do, all he was told to do is just simply kiss the outline of the cock-head. I caught Robbie, nodding to me, then to the camera, he wanted me to catch a photo of this scene. I on the other hand was afraid of crossing my cousin any more than I had already, that is till I saw the anger on my best buds face as he glared at me through half closed eyelids. Needless to say, I lounged for the digital camera, pointed towards my cousins face and snap, another damaging picture of Anthony satisfying his new hunger.
Robbie, being Robbie, wanted to see how far Anthony was willing to go now that he took a nylon covered cock-head between his lips and gave it an extra long, slow kiss. "Good job, dude, now I tell ya what, how about you slip that warm tongue of yours out all the way, and swab it over the top of that yummy head... I mean it's not like it's the real thing, ya know? I mean ya.. ok it is... but it's covered in thin nylon, so it's not like you're actually tasting the flesh, right?... come-on you want so badly to do this... I know you do.... Just swab it twice, and I'll get to my offer, K?" Robbie then nodded to me, letting me know he wanted a shot of this as well. Anthony pulled his lips off the huge cock-head, leaving behind a wet dark ring which really stood out against the thin light blue nylon, encircling all around the awesome knob. "I'll do it, fuck-head, but that's it, no more! You hear?" My best friend just grinned back without promising shit. Sure enough, Anthony's tongue was out as far as it would go, and my own mouth flew wide open as I watched my super straight bad ass cousin lick the outline of his biggest rivals cock-head. And Robbie once again glared at me to get a shot of this. I felt my own cock twitch, when Anthony swabbed the thick head... not twice as told, but several times. Robbie for once kept his word and dismounted what appeared to be his latest conquest. After standing up and stretching his body, Anthony immediately clenched his own hard fists, I'm sure at this point it was more so a show of defiance than an actual threat. Whatever it was, Robbie showed no fear. "So here it is, take it or leave it. I'm gonna offer you a chance to walk away from here with my camera, and also give you the opportunity you've been dying for, or so I've heard anyway. You get to fight me, you win, you walk out of here with my camera and all the evidence I have of outing you. But, we fight with no rules, no holds barred, till one of us submits to the other or is knocked unconscious, deal?" Anthony stood there and for the first time since Robbie entered the tent, my cousin was actually grinning. "You serious, asshole? You know I'm gonna fucking beat you unconscious, and jack off in your face, and then not only will I do the same to the little fag sitting over there, but I'll take the camera with me anyways. So I don't get it, what's the fucking deal? I mean that shit was gonna happen anyway" Rob, just smiled his winning smile, showing off his bright whites. "Well, actually, fag, there's a teeny bit more to the deal, but since you're so confident of winning, I guess there's no need to discuss it any further, we'll just go at it, right here right now...ok with you?" Anthony, looked around the tent, ya, I guess there's plenty of room for us two to rumble, wont last long anyway. But you know what? Humor me a little, not that it would ever happen in a million years, but let's just say for the fun of it... that you do get lucky and pull off a winning, what would have happened if by some miracle, you did win?" Robb let out a giggle. "Aaaahhhh, nice to see you're beginning to think a little more realistically. If by a small miracle I happen to win, I of course keep the camera in safe keeping, while you join your queer cousin in being my bitch, well... maybe the word Bitch is putting it a little too lightly. In all actuality ... you'll be my cocksucking slave, at my beck and call whenever I feel the need for your sweet lips and warm mouth... sound good? Kinda makes you wanna throw the fight... eh?" My cousin lost the grin he so confidently wore just a moment ago. "You're a sick fuck, you know that? You seriously need to chat with someone maybe an hour a week, could be an expensive chat, but hey... if it helps, ya know? But, what the fuck, man, I'm gonna fucking pulverize you anyway... maybe loosen a couple of those bolts holding your brain together." So there it was, two hot seventeen year old jocks, both nearly naked, Anthony, about 5'10" weighing maybe 150, showing off a nice firm somewhat cut well muscled smooth body, dirty blond hair, cut military style. With a neat patch of hair in his pits, and a light treasure trail from his navel down into his black tight ck briefs, otherwise hairless... oooh yeah, did I forget to mention his tiny dick. Robbie? Well what can I tell you about his awesome body that I haven't already, ya know? The two dudes were nearly identical in height and weight, cept for the fact that Robbies muscles seemed to be more defined, more toned, more hard, but then he had his Bow-Flex Machine to thank for that, and his hard daily routine rewarded him with one incredibly hot, well cut body. Oh ya, one more interesting detail, if you want me to compare the two packages, Robbie wins hands down. The fact that he was shirtless and dressed in only white ankle socks and very thin baby blue nylon running shorts, which by the way only accentuated his full bull size balls, and thick protruding shaft, certainly didn't hurt. While Anthony's tight black CK briefs, even though lacked any sign of a dick, did manage to show off his tight awesome bubble butt. The two rivals stood there trying to out stare one another, Anthony with a nasty grin looking totally confident, as Robbie held a blank expression, while anticipating Anthony's first move. Whatever it was that Robbie was anticipating didn't prepare him for the solid kick to his groin, as Anthony brought a powerful upper foot dead-on between Robbie's sexy thighs. This dirty move coming from my cousin ... shocked me as much as it must have surprised Robbie, as he dropped to his knees after letting out a horrifying yelp from the pain. Anthony took advantage of the situation, carrying on with the momentum by throwing some pretty hard punches into the face that was now located at his groin, pummeling down into Robbie's face as though it were a punching bag. Even when Robbie started falling backwards, Anthony continued with the blows, holding the back of Robbie's head with a fistful of blond hair, not allowing him to go down, while continuing his punches to Robbie's face, and head. By the time Anthony stood back and did a fast as lightening complete spin-a-round, sending a flying kick to the side of Robbie's head, I had already given the fight to Anthony, even though my best bud was not out cold. Maybe not out cold, but he did lay there in a fetal position still clutching his painful nads, groaning rather loudly in pain... a sure sign that his quick defeat was eminent. By the looks of his face, it was quite obvious that he was sure to have a pretty good shiner, cut lip and other facial bruises, this brought on by somebody he was dead sure would go down without a fight.
As Anthony stood triumphantly over him, straddling his head, with his fist clenched tightly, he turned to me, and snickered. "Did you really think he could take me... you little faggot? Just keep one thing in mind, when I'm through with him... it's your turn to feel these fists of mine. But don't fret just yet, I'm gonna be a while, I wanna take my time beating him till he's nothing but a fucking wet noodle, crawling at my feet. He then smiled down at his battered rival, using the same foot that brought down the tough good-looking wrestling captain, he turned Robbie over onto his back and spat down onto Robbie's face several times. "I can't believe you were planning on turning me into your personal bitch, you sick fuck!" Anthony followed that by lifting his right leg and slammed his foot onto Robbie's chest three consecutive times, causing Robbie to cry out in pain each time. "Ya, you're a sick bastard alright, but ya know what? ... Seeing you laying there withering in pain from the beating I'm giving you... is giving me a hard-on, maybe before I'm finished with you... I'll let you blow me, you fucking perv. Maybe give you a taste of your own medicine, show ya what it's like being somebody's bitch.... you wanna be MY BITCH... huh?" Anthony placed his bare foot on Robbie's neck, pressing down heavily on his adams apple, till Robbie's face turned blue. Anthony may have been just talking shit to put a scare into Robbie, I'm not sure, but I am sure of one thing, he wasn't shitting about his dick being in full bloom, it was tenting his tight briefs, and he had that look of lust and horniness written all over him. On the other hand, looking down at Robbie's well muscled body, laying spread out and helpless like that, and that fucking huge sexy nylon package... who the hell wouldn't be hard?
As my cousin said, he wasn't finished with his tough rival just yet. He had some major humiliation to dish out first, and with me, Robbie's best friend since childhood, sitting there ringside, what better audience could Anthony ask for? He squatted down, straddling my friends chest, his thick thighs on either side of Robbie's head, his knees pinning down his rivals arms, he bounced his tight well muscled bubble butt several times with all his weight on the well chiseled chest beneath him. Staring directly into Robbie's painful eyes Anthony grinned, then proceeded to let loose with some pretty powerful slaps that I'm sure could have been heard a block away. The sound of Anthony's palm as it connected to Robbie's already badly bruised face, and the powerful stinging sensation that had to have followed, even had me wincing with each slap and backhand. The sight of Robbie's face as it was forcibly turned by the blows from one side to the other, was living proof of the force behind the slaps, as it turned a deeper red with each powerful strike. First the right side. Waaaaap, then a backhand to the left side. Waaaaap, right side, waaaaap, and on and on. My best friends eyes were closed, probably more so from the humiliation than the pain. I can only assume he no longer wanted to look into the eyes of the tough dude sitting on him, pinning him down effortlessly and beating him close to unconsciousness, the same dude he so bragged about turning into his bitch. My cousin continued the beating for nearly ten minutes, before placing both his hands behind Robbie's head, lifting it up and smothering my best friends face into his tight cotton basket. "Yeeeaaahhh! Is this what you had planned for me? ... Huh? ... Is it? You fucking loser! ... So LOSER ... tell me... how's it smell, huh? ... You like the smell of another dudes crotch, huh? You like that? KISS IT, Kiss it, kiss it, aaaaahhhhh yeeeaaah... SWEEEEEET!... You're a fucking homo, and you don't even know it!" I tried twisting and turning my head for a better view, I honestly don't know whether or not Robbie was actually kissing Anthony's cotton covered jewels or not, but the moans coming from my best friend were unmistakable, even though he could have been moaning from lack of air, or from the incredible humiliation, and not necessarily moaning from the pleasurable feeling of his nose and lips pressed against the outline of another dudes personal equipment.
Anthony, apparently enjoyed having his rivals face buried in his crotch, fighting for air, cause he held it there for what seemed forever, occasionally looking over at me smiling triumphantly. "Bet you didn't think it was gonna turn out this way did ya? Bet you thought it would be me on the bottom, sucking another dudes dirty underwear, huh? Well get a good look, it's not me making love to another dudes balls, it's your BEST FRIEND, and I even bet he's loving every fucking second of it... I sure as hell know one thing... I'm fucking loving it, that's for sure, as a matter of fact..." I watched as Robbie fell over on his side, while holding tightly to the back of Robbie's head. Now laying comfortably on his side, my cousin stretched his legs straight out-ward, placing Robbie in a tight head scissors hold, with the sides of my best friends head now being squeezed by my cousins well muscled thighs, his face still being smothered into Anthony's basket. This allowed Anthony's hands to be free to punish his rival as much as he wanted. He then continued on with his verbal abuse. " ... I think I'll just keep the faggots face right where it is till morning, providing he survives till then!"
I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Robbie's mind, as my cousin loosened his powerful thighs slightly, then took great pleasure out of grinding my best friends face into the tight confines of the soft cotton crotch. Grasping Robbie's ears rather painfully, my cousin giggled loudly. "Hell yeah, you do like having your face mashed into the crotch of another dudes dirty underwear, don't ya... oooh fuck yeeaaah... let's move that mouth and nose of yours all over my balls and dick. Go for it, queer boy, lick my underwear... I SAID LICK IT, BITCH!" Anthony, pulled tighter, stretching Robbie's ears to the max, while flexing his muscled thighs around my friends head.
I myself, was fighting my own battles, of course part of me wanted my best friend Robbie to win this fight. I guess he was right about one thing, all these years... I've had a secret crush on him, so secret... even I wasn't aware of it till just recently. Another thing I'm ready to admit is, since we have been back home from the camp, I find myself beating off four or five times a day, each time thinking only of Robbie dominating me and using me to make him happy. I even have scenes in my mind while beating off, of him fucking MY girlfriend Tracy's brains out... with me watching on. She's begging him not to be so rough, and he's looking over at me grinning his evil grin as he slams it to her even harder, ya, I know, that is way beyond SICK, but at least I'm being honest, right? And yes, since we're on the subject, I may as well admit another new pastime of mine. I have just recently acquired a yearning for the feel of his cock in my mouth, and even more disgusting than that is, I have also been literally craving the taste of Robbie's cum. Sick, I know, but I figured if I'm gonna tell the story, I best be totally honest. So here I am, fighting with my conscience, part of me wanting Robbie to win, while the other side of me is routing for my cousin Anthony to teach the prick a lesson, showing Robbie what it's like being made to worship another dudes private parts, and worse. My best friend is one of my demons, I faced him head on, like I was told to do during church when I was younger, only thing is... I lost, I gave in and worshiped him. This same side of me is now telling me, be thankful, your cousin is here now to rescue you! Weird, huh?
My thoughts were interrupted by loud moans coming from my cousin. "ooooohhhh fuck man... ooooohhh shiiiit .... I'm gonna nut... I'm gonna fuckin nut right in my underwear... it's gonna seep out and cover your fucking face..... oooooooh fuuuucccck ..." I seriously couldn't believe what I was seeing with my own eyes, not only did my cousin beat the living fuck out of Robbie, as he insisted he would do, and not only has he been humiliating him non stop, but now, fucking eh, he was literally getting OFF on having Robbie's face buried in his crotch. I watched in total shock as my cousin, threw his head back and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. Still holding tightly onto Robbie's ears, he mashed Robbie's face into the hard basket, rubbing my friends lips and nose all over the now wet cotton incased cock-head. If I wasn't witnessing this scene myself, I would never in a lifetime have believed it. But as I maneuvered my head closer, and saw for myself Anthony's cum oozing out from the tight outline of his cock-head, the clear liquid bubbling up on the surface of the black CK briefs, and then watching ever so closely as my cousin used my best friends face to mop it all up... never in a million years would I have believed it.
I felt my hand working my cock, and in less than sixty seconds I blew my load, the scene taking place beside me was way more wild than any wet dream I've experienced yet. I watched as Anthony thrust his hips, over and over again, as though he was actually fucking Robbie's face. His thighs flexed big time, showing off his tight leg muscles. Then my eyes attached themselves to the muscles in his hard beautiful bubble butt, tightening and then relaxing, tightening then relaxing, over and over again, as his cock shot volleys of cum into the tight confines of his underwear. Then still not believing my eyes, I watched closely as those volleys of cum seeped through the crotch of the tight CK briefs. I even strained my neck to watch my best friends face being used as a cum rag, while his fists pounded Anthony's legs. It was like I was watching a porn movie, even though I had only seen bits of one and was turned off by it. I watched in utter amazement as Robbie squirmed, wiggled and thrashed his legs about as he desperately made serious attempts to escape the scissors hold my cousin had him locked in, I'm totally sure that by now he was dying from humiliation, if not from lack of air. He was sputtering words that obviously were being muffled, and I leaned in closer to try and make out what he was yelling, but I had no luck, I am sure of one thing though, the way his fists were pummeling my cousins legs, whatever Robbie was yelling wasn't very nice. Anthony, it appeared, had not nutted in weeks, as his cock continued throbbing and his creamy spooge continued spouting out of the cock-head, and making it's way through the thin cotton of his underwear, where Robbie's face was waiting to mop it up. Anthony was in seventh heaven, and it showed. "Ooooooh fuck, man, suck my cum from my underwear, vacuum it all up, bitch! Tell ya what, homo, you do a good job cleaning that mess up, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have the real thing before knocking you unconscious. Would you like that, huh? Would you like sucking me off for real, eating my cum straight from the source, rather than having it filtered through my dirty underwear... huh? I have a feeling you would... I have a feeling you'd like that very much. Now, unless you want me to use these pythons to put your lights out, get busy using that tongue of yours, clean that mess on my underwear real good, I wanna feel that tongue at work, and stop punching my legs, or I swear, I'll use them to squeeze your head right off your fucking shoulders... got it?"
It took a few minutes for Anthony's message to sink in, of course he needed to flex those thigh muscles a little bit for emphasis, but then Robbie seemed to get the message fairly clear. He ceased with the punches, and I nearly pissed myself when before my very eyes, I watched my best bud, `Mr. I'm the toughest fuck in town' stick out his tongue and press it against the huge wet crotch area of my cousins underwear. Not surprisingly, this began turning Anthony on all over again, as he threw his head back and let out with the longest sigh ever heard. Fuck, even I was getting into it all over again, with my hand rubbing my second hard-on in less than fifteen minutes.
Anthony relaxed his leg muscles just a bit, so he could hear what his conquered rival had to say for himself, if anything. I so totally expected Robbie to halt his licking of my cousins undies once the pressure around his head was eased a bit, not surprisingly, he did just that, but Anthony was quick to reprimand. `Uh uh... don't do anything stupid, or it's back to the torture chamber for you. Now be a good little bitch, and get that tongue back to cleaning my pouch, queerboy. Also, can you do me a favor? Will you massage my legs for me, I mean while you're down there anyway, may as well keep busy, right? Just rub your hands up and down my legs for a while, feel the power that's holding you captive, while you lick my cum off my crotch, can you do that for the new MAN in your life, huh?" Some how I so expected Robbie to explode after hearing those words, but again he surprised me, although his voice was quivering just a bit, he spoke calmly yet directly to the dude that just beat him severely. "I'm only gonna say this once, if you hadn't kicked me in the balls, it would be you in this position not me. Once I get lose, I'm gonna beat you so bad, you won't be able to walk for a fucking month. And if you ever show up at another wrestling meet, I'm gonna humiliate you so bad you won't ever wanna show your face at your fucking school again." That was my hero speaking, he takes a licking but keeps on ticking, although, I'd be the first to admit, I had never ever known him to take a licking like this. Anthony wasn't impressed, nor concerned in the least. He continued feeling confident as ever, maybe even more confident now. "So you'd like a re-match eh? Haven't had enough of a beating for one day? No problemo, dude. Tell ya what, you do as you were told, finish cleaning my pouch, and massage my legs, then I'll let you up, give ya one more chance, but that's it, after that, your mouth belongs right where it is, deal?" "Fuck you, asshole, I'm not licking your fucking dirty underwear, just let me lose so I can pound you into the fucking ground." With Anthony flexing his thighs around Robbie's head till my friends face turned purplish, Robbie quickly extended his tongue and returned it to it's dirty job, licking the cum off the front of my cousins crotch. He also placed his shaky hands on Anthony's well toned thighs and began rubbing them lovingly, up and down as far as he could reach. Another huge victory smile beamed on Anthony's face. "You see Abe, your friend really is a good little boy after all, he just needs another dude his age that's far more superior than him to keep him in line, and teach him some manners..." He eased the muscles in his legs, to give Robbie a little more breathing room, then lifted Robbie's head up away from his cum covered crotch. "... isn't that right, little boy, you just need some one tougher than you to keep you in line, and I plan on doing just that. From now on, I'll be visiting my queer little cousin a lot more often, there's gonna be many more sleep-overs from now on, and I'm gonna be bringing my dirty laundry over all the time, cause I have to be honest here, I like your cleaning method, you'll have to teach my queer cousin just how much pressure he needs to apply to get my laundry this clean... K? I'll try to bring enough dirty stuff to keep you both busy, when you're not tending to my other needs that is. Now here's the thing, you've accused me of not fighting fair, and there fore that is why I won, but, correct me if I'm wrong, you did say there were NO rules, did you not? So how is it you feel I fought dirty? Anyway, am I correct to assume the same rules apply, or would you like to change them?" Robbie nodded his head, though a little reluctantly. " same rules, no changes." Anthony was all smiles. "So just to show you how wrong you are about you turning the tables on me, I'm gonna let you up, I'll give you to the count of three to be standing, at the count of three the fight begins whether you're standing or not, deal?" Robbie nodded his head once again. "Deal"