Author's note: Warning! This story describes a 14-year old dominating an 18-year old. If you don't like that, feel free to look up one of the thousands of vanilla sex stories on Nifty. This story also contains elements of scat, watersports, and rape. Only continue reading if you like such kinky material!
If this story interests you, check out "dominant country boy" in the adult-youth section, also by me.
I entered my senior year of high school with that familiar distaste. The only silver lining was I knew I only had one more year of this place. I talk about it like it's extremely awful, but it's not. It's just not the best. I'm a pretty frail guy. I'm already 18 but my balls still haven't dropped all the way. They have a small amount of peach fuzz on them but that's it. My cock is average sized but by no means am I hung like some guys my age. So I don't get along well with the "popular" crowd and the only kinds of people I get along with are the similarly antisocial nerds.
I don't have any baby fat, but I don't have much muscle at all, either. I can only benchpress about 60 pounds. But, as the president of the drama club and as a band geek, that doesn't really bother me. I'm not a jock and I know I'm not. I don't strive to be, either. And before this year, I had thought I wasn't attracted to such people. I mean, they're all assholes, right?
That was before I had my first enjoyable encounter with one in the bathroom before 6th period my first week of class. I had never seen this guy before, and I would later find that there was no one like him that I knew.
I entered the bathroom, and since our high school was so small, there was only one urinal. There was already somebody using it so I had to wait. The guy was one I didn't recognize. He was only about 5'6, and he had a shaggy head of brown hair. He was wearing a football jersey and cargo shorts, like a typical jock. He had on a pair of Adidas that looked like skater shoes. You know, the ones with really big tongues that barely showed his black no-show socks.
I assumed he was a freshman since I didn't recognize him, but his calves bulged like he was a seasoned football player. I was kind of taken aback. Most guys even my age don't have ripley veins encircling their legs. He pissed for about a minute straight, no joke, then stuffed his junk back into his shorts. He had been standing with his legs spread widely apart, so I had a clear view of his ass, which easily held up his shorts. It looked to be pretty muscular, but I couldn't make a definitive judgment with his clothes being on and all.
He turned around and peered at me behind a pair of steely blue eyes. "Sup?" he asked me. His tone wasn't friendly but it also wasn't aggressive. He just sounded like a "take-no-shit" kind of guy.
"Hey. I just gotta pee." I said, kind of surprised a guy like him was talking to me.
"You mean you gotta piss." he said. Oddly enough, he wasn't asking me.
"Er, yeah I gotta use the restroom." I repeated myself, noticing he still hadn't walked away from the urinal.
"Ain't you a fuckin' senior? You gotta piss. Say it." he smirked.
"And aren't you a freshman? What are you doing telling me what to say?" I popped off. I usually didn't have the guts to stand up to jocks, but he was just a freshman. What was the worst he could do?
"Yeah I'm a fuckin' freshman and you're about to kiss the floor if you don't say you're sorry. I ain't your verbal punchin' bag but you're `bout to be my physical one if you don't straighten up." He retorted.
I noticed how his voice reverberated around the bathroom walls. His voice was much deeper than mine and it sounded a lot more threatening. I started to shake a bit. I hadn't expected him to be so aggressive. "I'm sorry, man. Yeah, I have to piss." I shuddered at having to say the words. I didn't like to cuss.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." he said, not caring to mutter the words like most people do when talking shit. He stepped away from the urinal and moved towards the sink, but didn't wash his hands.
I walked up to the urinal but was really hoping he'd leave. I was already kind of afraid of him and it didn't help that I had a shy bladder! He was just a freshman, but I could tell he had fought a lot of guys in his past, and probably won. Any freshman who makes the football team has to be pretty physically fit.
"What are you waitin' for? Ain't you gonna piss?" he asked cockily from behind me.
"Er, I don't like doing it with others watching me. Isn't that reasonable?" I asked.
"You mean you can't piss with another guy watchin' ya? Come on, man. I can't see your dick. Even if I could, what, do you got somethin' to be ashamed of?" he asked in a clearly mocking tone.
"Typical 14-year olds to be talking about dick size." I muttered.
"What was that?" he asked, getting closer to me though my back was still towards him.
"I was just saying that it seems like a younger guys like you talk a lot about dick size like it matters." I said meekly, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.
"You know why, right? `Cause chicks love a guy with a big dick. You think bitches want a tiny dick? Nah man, they want a thick cock that can tear their pussy up. You ever made a bitch scream?" I could feel his smirk against me and could only imagine how many girls he had fucked.
"I've never had sex with a woman." I said, feeling my face turn red.
"Haha, what?! How old are you?" he laughed.
"I'm 18. I'll be 19 in January." I said, feeling myself get smaller with each word I said.
"Dude! I'm only 14 and I've fucked 20 year olds. Why the hell are you a virgin still?" he asked, not bothering to speak quietly about such a personal matter.
"I haven't found the right girl." I explained. The truth was that I wasn't attracted to girls, but I wasn't about to tell this jock that.
"Bullshit. More like you haven't found a girl who wants your scrawny ass." he laughed again. I couldn't tell if he was being rude to me or just kidding.
"I don't think girls really care about that stuff." I said, shrugging.
"Bullshit! How many women do you think have begged me to flex for him before fucking them? What does that tell you?" he laughed.
"Just that they're shallow." I shrugged, still not being able to piss. "Dude, can you leave? I need to pee."
"No way! I think this is funny. You can't pee because I'm standin' here? Haha! What a wuss. Turn around and show me your cock. I wanna see what you're packin'." he told me.
"I'm not about to show you my dick!" I said, shocked that he'd suggest something like that. Isn't that.. gay?
"Hey pussy, I wasn't askin'!" he said angrily.
"Who do you think you are man?" I responded just as angry. Really, who was this kid?
"I know I'm someone who could snap your scrawny neck in two with my bare fuckin' hands! Turn around!" he shouted.
I caved. I didn't want to get hurt, so I turn around for him, exposing my nearly hairless package with my balls barely hanging at all below my shriveled up penis.
"Haha! What the fuck is that thing?" he laughed, looking at my pitiful penis.
"I just haven't grown yet. Don't make fun of me."
"But dude, you're fucking 18! What kind of man are you? Are you even a dude? I can't tell. It's so fuckin' small!" he kept laughing harder and harder.
"Let's see yours then! You're just a 14-year old. I doubt yours is any more developed!" I responded angrily. He had to be bluffing about his dick. Guys don't start growing down there till they're 15!
"Alright faggot, look!" he smirked as he undid his belt and dropped his cargo pants and briefs. A meaty, half-erect penis dropped out of his briefs, accompanied by two low hanging, hairy balls. His half-erect penis looked to be about 5 inches, and it was thick!
"Wow, yours is a lot bigger than mine." I said, feeling defeated.
"A lot? It's fucking massive compared to yours." he said, still wearing that cocky grin. "Look how big it gets if I jack it." he said. He put a rough looking hand around his cock and started jacking it some. It expanded, getting thicker and longer by the minute. Once he stopped, it was standing at full attention at around eight inches long.
"Holy shit!" I said, losing my self-control. "That is huge! Are you sure you're only 14?" I asked, astonished.
"I've been this big since I was 12. Don't act surprised! I'm a man!" he smirked.
"Well look, dude. I admit, you're more of a man than I am. But I really gotta piss and if you're not going to leave, I'm gonna go to another bathroom." I said, fearing I'd be late for class.
"You ain't goin' nowhere! You done got me horny so you have to finish me." he said fiercely.
"What?! I'm not gay. I'm not doing anything with you!" I said loudly, turning towards the door. I felt one of his rough hands wrap around my neck, and with my neck being so scrawny, he was able to completely encircle it. He began to squeeze and I started coughing and gasping for air. I felt myself getting light-headed as his grip got harder and more vice-like. Just as I was about to hit the floor, he let go and easily pulled me back across the bathroom.
"I think I'll punish you for trying to leave." he smiled.
"What do you mean?" I said, rubbing my neck and breathing heavily.
"First, you're going to drop to your knees." he instructed.
"I'm not a cocksucker!" I replied defiantly.
"I didn't say shit about suckin' my cock, but that's a good idea faggot! Now drop!" I could tell he was starting to get pissed. I figured I'd do whatever he said and he'd let me go, so I dropped to my knees. The hard bathroom floor felt uncomfortable, but comfort had left long ago.
"I'm going to force my ass into your face and make you smell my asshole. I took a shit this morning and only half-ass wiped, so it's gonna smell pretty funky. But I think that'll teach you not to disobey me." he explained as if he was telling me how to play a sport.
"That's crazy, dude!" I said, dumbfounded.
"No, what's gonna be crazy is when I bash your head against the wall till you croak because you're being uncooperative. Now get to it!" he yelled as he turned around. I grabbed a hold of his muscular hamstrings and buried my face into his asshole. His hairy ass was so muscular looking that I feared he would squeeze it shut and suffocate me.
He was right, though. The stench was overwhelming! It smelt so bad that I nearly puked, but I knew that would earn me a one way ticket to getting my ass beat. I would have never imagined an ass could smell this bad, though. I had to wonder if he had ever even cleaned it. I also had to wonder how many guys had faced the fate I was experiencing.
I heard him say, "Now, lick it!" and I reluctantly obeyed. I didn't want to get choked out again. I let my weak tongue trace his inner asshole and lick the hairy insides of his ass cheeks. The taste was unpleasant and it made the smell worse, but I trudged onwards, just wanting to be out of there.
"OK, now I'm going to fart and you're going to keep your nose where it is until I say to get out." he said with a jeery tone as he let loose a really loud fart. I felt the wind of it hit me in the face and the smell was unbearable. I felt myself getting light headed against just as he pulled his ass away from my face.
"What was it like, smelling a 14 year old jock's asshole? I bet it stank. I don't really care, though. I'm a man. That's how it's supposed to be." he cackled like an insane scientist or something as he looked me over. My expression must have been one of pure horror because he said, "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad, was it? Look at it this way. At least I didn't shit on you like I was planning to. So cheer up!" he continued to laugh.
"Please, can I go now?" I said, feeling weak.
"Not yet. There's more you gotta do! What about my feet? They're sore as fuck after football practice yesterday. I'm wearin' the same socks from the beginning of this week and they're pretty sweaty. Nah, you need to massage my feet so I can do well at practice today." he smirked at me.
"Come on, man! You're 14! Why would I massage your feet? They're probably smaller than my hand!" I said. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because he instantly stopped smiling.
"Listen, faggot. Didn't you see my cock? It's bigger than your dad's, probably. So listen, what makes you think my feet are small? See these shoes? They're a size 15. I could kick you in the fucking face and knock all your teeth out in one go. I could step on your penis and you'd never be able to cum again. Don't you dare try to downtalk me when I could ruin you with one powerful kick. Do you see these calves? I'm not some boy." he said to me as he stood on his tip-toes to flex his powerful, diamond-shaped calves.
"You're right! I'm sorry. I just want to leave." I said, feeling tears coming on.
"Then massage my fuckin' feet. Oh, and for your attitude, you get to smell my shoes and socks too. Congratulations!" he smiled with malevolence. He kicked off his big, white Adidas and I was greeted by a pair of black socks that were drenched in sweat. He threw me to the floor and put his foot on my face. He was right; his feet were huge! His foot covered my entire face and I couldn't see anything but the blackness of his sock.
The smell was almost worse than the smell of his asshole, if that was even possible. It was like he hadn't showered in a week or something! I knew that teens had smelly feet. Sometimes even I did. But this was unreal! It's like he had gone wading in a swamp just hours before!
After making me smell his socks for about ten minutes, he instructed me to take them off with just my teeth. "And don't you fuckin' dare bite my teeth, either. They're rough as hell from all the sports I've played and you might break your teeth." he laughed. So with some struggles, I took off his short socks and was greeted by a tanned foot that was dripping with sweat.
"Holy shit, your feet are huge!" I managed to say before he smashed it back down on my face.
"Lick them, then!" he laughed. "Let's see if you can clean them better than the 21 year old nerdy college kid did last week."
I was in awe. He had forced a 21 year old to smell his feet? That's crazy!
I took in the sweet aroma of his football player feet and let my desires take control. Who was I kidding? I wanted this kid more than anything. There was no use in pretending. He obviously knew how badly I wanted him too. I licked up and down his soles and between his toes, savoring the salty flavor of his boy sweat.
"OK, now I'm going to mark you as mine. Hold still or I'll kick your ass." he didn't have to describe any painful consequences. All he had to do was threaten to kick my ass and I snapped to attention.
He whipped his manhood once more and held it pointed towards me as a steady stream of yellow, warm piss flowed from his wide piss slit. He pissed for what seemed like 5 minutes, letting the golden shower drench my previously clean face and shirt. The stench, like most of him, was awful, making me clench my nose.
"OK, football practice starts soon. I gotta go soon. But first, I'm going to really make you my bitch." he said.
"How will you do that?" I asked with genuine curiosity. I was almost scared.
"Get off your knees." he ordered me. I stood up and looked down at him, being about five inches taller. He still reached up and grabbed my neck, pulling me easily down to his level.
"Lights out." he whispered in my ear. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled my head down between his muscular, hairy thighs and locked my head between the two pillars of muscle. The last thing I remember is feeling his quads flex as he began to apply pressure. My oxygen failed me and I blacked out... --------------------------------------------------------
I woke up what seemed like an hour later, but was really only about twenty minutes. I noticed that the jock was gone, but as I came to, I felt a searing pain going through my ass. I noticed my clothes had been ripped off, and there was some blood on the floor where I had been laying. I put my hand up to my asshole to try to feel for a bruise or scar, but I felt nothing but the internal, searing pain like my anal walls were being beaten. As I felt around, I felt blood on my fingers like I was bleeding out of my ass.
I also felt a really thick and sticky substance clogging my asshole. As I pulled out my hand, I saw that it was white, like cum. In fact, that's exactly what it was. The jock must have brutally fucked my asshole, gotten off inside of me, then went off to football practice. There was so much cum that he had to have gotten off at least three times, but after all I had seen of him, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had came that much at once. Aching, I stuffed my still-bleeding anus with toilet paper to try to suppress the blood.
As I got dressed and limped towards the bathroom door, I knew one thing: that 14-year old stud was probably going to make some other man his bitch that night. At that thought, I felt my pitiful cock do its best to get hard as I walked, trying not to bleed all over the floor.