"High School Jocks and Their Toys" Pt. 2
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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!
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The last two paragraphs from the previous chapter:
The following Monday, after classes, Seth was working the Pommel Horse, wearing the skimpy white Gymnastic shorts and no top, he planned this, he also planned on putting on an exercise show that would make even the captain of the football team cream his pants.
Working every pumped up muscle in his body especially his awesome legs as he began to scissor the horse countless times while flying in mid-air.
He had been working at it for nearly an hour when through the corner of his right eye, he caught a glimpse of a white hooded head at the door. Pretending to slow down his movements on the horse, he quickly dismounted and ran towards the door.
But the stalker was quick to intermingle with other jocks all wearing the damn white hooded sweatshirt and poor Seth would have to wait for another such occasion.
He cursed to himself as he headed back to the Pommel Horse, swearing to make the bitch pay big time when he finally did get his hands on him.
"High School Jocks and Their Toys" Pt. 2
It was a rare occasion in deed that you might find one of the two best friends Toby and Brandon without the other attached to his right hip bone.
Today was such an occasion.
Brandon and Toby had been working out in the weight room after football practice, when they were approached by several other team mates. It was Danny O'shea that inquired what time the two would be meeting up with them later at the seasons last bon-fire. "Hey guys, we're outta here, gonna grab some pizza. we just wanted to check with ya to see what time you're meeting up with us tonight"
Toby, always speaking for both himself AND Brandon was quick to respond. "pizza sounds good right now, wait up and we'll join ya"
Jase Summers another team member shot back. "awesome, should be wild. we'll drive old man Williams insane. kinda like old times" All seven team members laughed out loud in unison.
The seven teens had been hanging together since grade school, and were known around town as 'The Gang'
John Williams, affectionately known as 'old man Williams' by the locals had owned the towns most popular pizza joint for over sixty years, and could tell you stories that would make your head turn completely around, stories involving not only this years crop of students, but also stories about their parents and their grand parents as well.
He knew each of his loyal patrons by name, could even tell you the names of their parents and grandparents.
Old man Williams loved giving the kids a hard time, pretending that his age had left him hard of hearing, he would screw up their orders when reading back to them what they had ordered.
The kids in return would give old man Williams a hard time pretending that they were not privy to his games, and would try and mess with his mind by agreeing that he was absolutely correct, that's exactly what they had ordered, but then change their minds as to what they wanted two or three times. In the end each kid would just eat whatever it was that he was served.
Everyone including old man Williams would later laugh hardily at the whole disarray for hours.
As much as Brandon would have loved being apart of the chaos at the pizza joint, he really wasn't in the mood to socialize.
He had been in a bad mood since he and Toby had arrived at school that morning.
It all started In the school parking area, the two jocks were exiting Toby's truck when Toby ordered Brandon to grab Toby's gym bag and sneakers from the back and carry them into school for him. "Hey bud, grab my gym bag and sneakers from the back and carry them for me"
Brandon looking over at Toby like his best friend just developed a big ole wart on the tip of his nose, was not a happy camper after hearing his friends latest command. " Say what?... No way, dude. What the fuck, man. why don't I just become your frigging slave for the rest of my life, would that make you happy? Carry your own frigging shit into the school"
Toby hung his head and shook it slowly, before walking over to Brandon, then grabbing himself two fistfuls of tee shirt, he threw his bud up against the passenger door. "You ARE my fucking slave, bitch. and to be quite honest, I'm getting pretty tired of having to remind you of that. now you fucking do as I say, or two very nasty things are going to go down here. the first thing will be me kicking your sorry ass all over this parking lot. the second thing will be me ending my part of our agreement, just like you are apparently doing at this very moment, by giving me shit. So the way I see this ending. is you fucking do as you are told. OR not, it's as simple as that"
It was the same old nightmare for Brandon for the past few years, he was so afraid that Toby would one day OUT him at school and amongst their gang of friends, to do so would be totally devastating for Brandon, so without further words or thoughts, he grabbed Toby's gym bag and sneakers as well as his own from the back of the truck, as Toby stood there watching and grinning.
When it appeared as though Brandon might have a hard time carrying everything, not because it was too heavy but because it was bulky and awkward, Toby lent his best friend a hand. "Wait a sec, let me help you out with that" He took his sneakers and tied the laces together then casually hung his worn sneakers around Brandons neck. "There you go, is that better? Geeezzz, man. why do I have to do all your thinking for you, huh?"
Again Brandon wasn't happy. "Come-on, man. now I have to inhale your frigging dirty sneakers all the way to the lockers? Can't you just give me a break here. please"
Toby looked at his watch to see how much time they had before first bell, then looked around to see if anyone was within eye shot, seeing no one, he got in Brandons face and let it be known how pissed he was becoming with his buds constant bitching these last few weeks. "Let me tell you something. I've about had it with you and your fucking whining. it seems that the littlest thing I ask of you I get nothing but shit in return. is that the way it's gonna be from here on out? Because if you're just gonna cry about every fucking little thing I ask of you, then this deal that we've got going is not gonna work much longer, my friend, and I'm so frigging sure that a couple of our buds would not mind in the slightest if you were to suck their rods each day when you're done doing me. you get my drift, bitch? Now you say that you can't deal with the odor from my sneaks. no prob. I can fix that for you too" Toby then shoved the open part of one of his well worn sneakers into Brandons face covering his nose and held it there while Brandon tried in vain to pull his friends hand away. Toby went on. "There ya go. you inhale that for a few minutes. and I can guarantee you'll adjust to the smell of my feet real quick"
Toby continued holding the opening to his well worn sneaker to his buds nose for a few moments, it wasn't until Toby felt his own dick getting hard from the act, that he finally pulled the dirty sneaker away from Brandons face. "Now look what you've done, bitch. because of you I have a fucking hard-on. Should make you get down on your knees and blow me right here in the fucking parking lot"
Slapping his friend up side the head, Toby just turned and walked off towards the school, leaving Brandon with his back still up against the truck wondering what the hell to do about his friends worsening aggression.
So therefore, deciding that he would pass on this evenings entertainment, Brandon spoke up for himself, contradicting Toby's offer for the two of them to join their good friends. "You guys are gonna have to give old man Williams a headache without my help. I've made plans with my folks for dinner"
Toby knowing damn well this was a lie, gave his best friend the look.
Expecting his bud to push the issue, Brandon was way ahead of him, by quickly excusing himself to grab a shower. "You guys go and enjoy that awesome pizza. me? I'm in need of a quick shower. so catch you all later"
Brandon could actually feel the burning sensation at the back of his head, knowing damn well that Toby was furious with him and was more than likely watching in disbelief as Brandon walked off to the locker-room. Still, Brandon had no doubt that he would have to pay dearly for this little act of independence later on.
While under the shower head and facing the wall, Brandon heard the shower directly across from him come alive, wiping the water from his eyelids Brandon turned to see who was so brazen to actually take the shower so close to him when there were plenty of free ones far enough away to offer each of them a little privacy.
The kid across from him was a dude named Devin something or other, because the kid was a year behind Brandon his last name was not known.
To Brandons amazement, the kid was all eyes, and the dude was certainly getting an eyeful of Brandons well muscled body, not really pissed off at the kid for checking out the popular football players essentials, yet a tiny bit annoyed just the same, Brandon stared into the dudes eyes. "What the hell you looking at"
Devin now embarrassed at being caught, and also at hearing Brandons words, quickly looked away.
However, the damage had already been done.
Brandon expecting some sort of reply, asked again. "don't turn your head on me, man. I asked you a question"
Devin, his face still flushed from embarrassment, wasn't sure how to respond to the question. "Sorry man. I. um. ah . I guess I was. um. I was admiring your body. you um. you must work-out a lot. and it shows. I just wish I could look like that is all, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to piss you off"
Brandon, now feeling a tinge of power rush through his mind, and still in somewhat of a bad mood, decided to continue subjecting the poor kid to embarrassing questions. "I don't think it was my muscles that captured your interest, at least not all of them. it was just one in particular. right? This one here" With that said the hunky football player grabbed a fistful of his pride and joy and pointed it to Devin.
Taking a huge gulp, Devin now totally humiliated, just stared at Brandons love muscle. It was a good moment or so before Devin raised his eyes to catch Brandon grinning over at him.
Once again lost for words, Devin turned his head towards the wall, and continued soaping himself up.
Brandon, now feeling a wee bit aggressive himself, walked over to Devin, and continued with his awkward comments to the already humiliated dude. "Listen. I don't really have a problem with you checking out my equipment. but I think you'd have a better view of it. if you were down on your knees in front of me. don't you agree?" with that said, Brandon placed his hands on Devin's shoulders and began pushing firmly downward on them.
Now on his knees and looking straight ahead at Brandons impressive manhood, Devin began trembling.
Afraid of being caught in this position by anyone entering the showers, the younger teen suggested that this was not the place. "Please. not here. can we please go back to my house. no one will be home for a few hours"
Now wearing a huge smirk on his handsome face, Brandon was a little nervous himself while anticipating his very first blow-job. well, being performed on him, that is.
"Maybe. but first. lean in and KISS IT right on the head"
Devin, still embarrassed by the whole damn situation, as well as being a little skeptical of Brandons intentions, hesitated a few seconds before leaning forward and planting a big ole wet kiss right on the big ole head of the football jocks cock.
Just the simple kiss alone was enough to send Brandons mind into orbit, it was literally the very first time in his young life that someone other than himself or a doctor had even touched his sensitive love muscle, never mind kiss it, and this kid wanted him to wait for what. maybe another hour or more before taking it inside his mouth? Ya right!
Brandon thought to hell with that, after all it wasn't him on his knees sucking some ones cock.
Grabbing himself a fistful of Devins hair, and pressing his now way hard tool against Devins lips, Brandons next words were clearly no longer meant as a question. "SUCK IT"
Devin tried in vain to persuade the hot muscle boy standing over him to please move this to somewhere safer, more private. "Please not here. please. it's not safe.. we could get thrown out of school if someone walks in and catches us, we can do this at my house and no one will disturb us"
No way could Brandon be persuaded to wait even another moment, pulling tighter on the fistful of hair, Brandon hissed between his clenched teeth. "I said suck it. open that fucking mouth and blow-me. NOW"
Devin parted his lips, and opened wide, allowing the jock-boy easy entrance to his warm mouth.
Brandon more than eager to feel the pleasure of having his cock sucked for the very first time, pulled Devins head forward till the younger dude had the first two inches of rock hard muscle-boy cock inside his mouth.
With Brandon now moaning from the warm, moist, cavity his cock was now resting in, and having his enthusiasm raised a notch, he couldn't help but yelp out loud when he felt Devins warm saliva coated tongue begin it's massaging technique on the underside of the jock-boys power-tool. "oooooohhhh fuck. that feels so frigging..OOOOOHHH SHIT. keep doing that. aaaaaahhhh man. that so rocks"
Unfortunately for Brandon the feeling of having his power tool worshiped for the first time ever, ended way too soon.
As much as he wanted this new feeling to last much much longer, he was just too over the top to hold off even one more second, and as one part of him scolded himself, at that very same moment, another part of him was in total ecstasy, as he shot the first couple of warm thick volleys straight down Devins throat, he managed to pull his cock forward and out, blasting the remaining volleys of warm cum all over the kids face.
Brandon could not ever remember having a climax that was this sensational, as he shot load after load of heavy cream, nearly covering the dudes entire face.
Having learned a trick or two from his friend Toby, Brandon used his cock-head to gather up a gob of cum at a time and then feed it to the kid still kneeling before him.
Making the kid taste, eat and swallow in that very order, all the warm, thick, tasty jock-boy cream, and trust me. there was a lot of it.
After all was said and done, a normally very shy Devin just had to ask. "aaaah. do ya think. uuuummm . you know. well I was wondering if. do ya think we can do this again. you know.. maybe another day. sometime?"
Brandon had to hold back from laughing his ass off at the dudes ignorance. "Listen up, fag. and you can take this to the bank. you're gonna be sucking my power-tool on a regular basis. BUT. and this is a huge but. I'm not gay, like you. so don't go expecting any reciprocation, not ever. NEVER gona happen. you got it?"
With that said, Brandon returned back to his shower, with a huge smile, pasted to his face.
The following Monday, after classes were finished for the day, Seth was once again working his Gymnastic exercises, sort of grateful that he had the entire Gym totally to himself, as was the case nearly every Monday.
Clad in only his skimpy white gymnastic shorts and white socks, Seth had no hopes of catching his stalker on this day, not even the PE Instructors were around on Mondays.
It was the one day during the entire week that the Gym would resemble a ghost town, with Seth it's only visitor till closing.
He had already been working his routine for over an hour, and was on top of the Pommel Horse, straddling it while resting before heading home.
It was his peripheral vision that caught a figure at the frame of the door.
Pretending not to notice, Seth dismounted the horse, turning his head slowly towards the door, he noticed it was the dude in the white hooded sweatshirt.
Instantly the mystery figure disappeared. 'Not this time' thought Seth as he made a mad dash for the door.
Just as he exited the Gymnastic Room and now into the main Gym, Seth caught a glimpse of a figure walking briskly towards the bathrooms and shower area.
A huge smile appeared on his face as he realized he was about to come face to face with his long time stalker.
Seth paused just long enough to allow the figure to enter the bathroom un-noticed.
His smile broadened as he thought 'BINGO, games over'
No matter what, his secret admirer was now trapped with no way to escape.
After entering the combination bath and shower area, and the knowledge that he and his stalker had this entire section of the building totally to themselves, Seths smile only became wider.
Looking around, and with no sight of the figure he witnessed entering the room, he headed to the stalls, and sure enough one of the stalls had it's door shut.
Listening, he herd the familiar sound of urine hitting the water inside the toilet bowl.
Leaning with his back up against the wash sinks, and facing the occupied stall, Seth waited for his prey to exit.
When the stall door finally opened, and before seeing the face belonging to the head under the hooded sweatshirt, Seth spoke the first words that came to mind. "Gotcha, faggot"
Within mere seconds after seeing the true identity of his long time admirer, Seths face dropped to the floor.
He wasn't expecting his stalker to be a member of the schools football team, and a very popular one at that. Nor was he expecting a dude with such an incredible body.
The one thing his parents wealth could not buy Seth, the one thing his hunky bro could not teach him, the one thing that would keep Seth from accomplishing many of his dreams throughout life, was confidence, or lack of.
As well an athlete as he is, as well muscled as is, as drop dead good looking as he is, it's all for nothing without confidence, and poor Seth had a below zero level of confidence.
Toby Stanton stood there not believing his luck, the very same dude he had been dreaming of adding to his bitch list for nearly three frigging years, just gave him a damn good reason to kick the dudes ass. With a bit of a grin pasted to his face, Toby walked up to Seth, pulled him away from the sink, and drove him up against the wall. "You just call me a faggot? You fucking kidding me, dude?... you are so fucking dead"
Toby removed the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing, bearing his smooth well developed chest and abs, then flexing his pumped up bicep, he slammed a hard fist into Seths own unprotected abs, not once, not twice, but a whole barrage of wicked quick jabs to the guts of the hot Gymnast.
It all happened so fast and it was so forceful, that Seth wasn't even able to think of anything to say in his defense after calling Toby Stanton a fucking fag.
As his body began sliding down the wall that up till now had been holding him up, the only sounds leaving Seths mouth were ooomphs, a whole bunch of ooomphs.
Toby now smiling down at a somewhat decomposed Gymnast added some very degrading humiliation to the damage already done to Seth Haley. "What the fuck, man. were you getting off on standing there listening to me piss, huh? Next time I'll let you hold it for me. bet you'd love that, eh. so humor me here. what exactly did you have in mind when finally confronting me, huh? Were you gonna try and beat me up. or were you gonna try and turn me into a bitch the way your brother did to my cousin a couple of years ago? That's it. isn't it? You pathetic wimp. well here's your opportunity. beat me up, make me your bitch"
Toby pulled back his leg and drove the toe section of his sneaker into Seths balls.
Getting some satisfaction from hearing the hot looking Gymnast yell out in pain, while rolling onto his side in a fetus position, Toby plopped down on top of Seth, straddling his side, lifted Seths head and letting loose with a barrage of open hand slaps to Seths head and face.
With this wing of the building pretty much isolated from the rest of the school, and it being Monday, Toby could probably go on for hours beating-up Seth, but he had other plans once the hot Gymnast was totally immobile.
After slapping Seth from ear to ear, Toby stood and shucked his sweatpants, leaving the young football player in his boxer briefs, while showing off his lower muscles and sexy basket.
He then grabbed a tight handful of Seths hair and dragged the half beaten gymnast into the main Gym to the wrestling mats.
Once on the mats, Toby forced Seth down on his back, he then straddled his new toy in a reverse schoolboy pin, inching himself backwards till Toby was literally sitting on top of Seths face planting his wicked firm and muscular ass directly over the nose and mouth of his soon to be bitch. "Suck my ass right through my briefs. you frigging loser. while I finish tenderizing your abs and legs"
Toby once again started bashing Seths lower body, smashing his hard fists into the once hard stomach, kidneys, and upper legs, all the while talking trash. "You make me laugh you frigging wimp. you actually thought you could take me? Your nothing. just a fucking lump of muscle for me to punch around. how you liking my ass in your face, by the way. bet you're loving the taste of my underwear . Man, I'm so gonna turn this body of yours into a bag of mush"
By the time Toby was finished which was nearly ten minutes of solid lefts and rights, lifting his awesome looking butt up off Seths face every few minutes to listen to him whine and literally beg for Toby to stop hurting him, when he wasn't begging, the only thing that was heard from him was the ooomphs , uuummmphs , and long wooossshes of air leaving his longs.
When Toby felt that the dude had had enough, he turned himself around and smiled down into a face that had the look of being totally defeated.
By now, Toby was rock hard, his strong thighs were planted on each side of Seths cheeks, holding the Gymnasts head in place.
His nice size balls were resting on Seths chin, and his hard seven plus inches was held tight to his abs by his jock-strap under his boxer briefs. "So what do ya think? You think you can kick my ass and turn me into your little bitch? Huh? Answer me. or I'll pick up right where I left off a moment ago"
Seth just wanted this all to be over. "No more, Toby. please. I didn't know that it was you all this time. I would have never called you a faggot. honest. please let me up. we can forget this day ever happened. ok?"
Toby began laughing his ass off. "Forget this day ever happened? . YEAH RIGHT! . you're joking. do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do this to you. your brother used my cousin as his own personal punching bag and cum-bucket for two fucking years, man. and ever since I found out that Grant Haley was your bro. I've been wanting revenge for my cousin. every time I frigging watched you work-out . I so wanted to go over to you and give you the beating of your life. and after beating-you-up. do you know what I wanted to do? I wanted to turn you into MY CUM-DUMP. I never realized just how fucking easy it was gonna be, beating the shit out of you. The difference between my muscles and your muscles. is that mine are hard, while yours are soft and just for show"
Toby slid back on Seths chest, placed his shins on top of Seths biceps, and began roughly grinding them, causing the gymnast to scream out in pain. "Please. please. I'll do whatever you want. I swear. just stop hurting me. please"
A huge smile covered Toby's face from ear to ear. "geezzz, just wanted to show you an example of how soft your muscles are. compared to mine, but since you're begging for me to take you back to my house. what are we waiting for, huh?"
Poor Seth, still groaning from all the shit Toby put him through, tried to explain that he really wasn't into going back to Toby's. "Come-on, man. I've had enough for one day, I just want to go home, now"
Toby wasn't game for their fun together to end so early. "Nah. I think what you really want is to go back to my house with me. right?" Toby began grinding Seths biceps with his shins only a wee bit harder this time, causing Seth to scream out his submission once again. "OK.OK.please stop. I want to go to your house. can we please?"
Seth with a huge grin, ceased the grinding and slid forward on the chest of the sexy gymnast, letting his package drop onto Seths lips, balls first. "sure, we can go to my house, since you're begging me to take you there. but first. do me a favor. kiss my balls through my underwear. yeah. cool.now lick em, ooooh fuck yeahhh. feels awesome, you like licking my balls? I bet you'd prefer licking them without the cloth in the way, huh?"
Poor Seth was totally beside himself, talk about a change of plans, the tables seemed to have been turned completely and totally around.
There were two things going against him here, well actually more than just two things, but two important things for sure.
One, was that he himself, lacking confidence and mainly balls in general, was afraid and a coward when it came to fighting or even defending himself for that matter, even with all those beautiful muscles, even with his amazing athletic abilities, he was frightened to the extreme of any type of confrontation, his brother Grant had always had Seths back covered, and without his bro around to fight his battles, Seth was a total wimp, afraid to even form a fist.
The other thing that was at play here is that Toby loved sex, he was obsessed with sex, had an uncontrollable desire for it, he just couldn't get enough, and since the girls in this town refused to put out, even for someone as hot as Toby, he had little choice but to get it where ever and whenever he could, which is why he used his bud Brandon at least once a day, and there had been days when once wasn't enough, hell. twice wasn't even enough on some days.
Yep, Toby was most definitely a male nympho, short for nymphomaniac, and he didn't even know it.
Surprised by the fact, yet so incredibly grateful that Seth had turned out to be so easily dominated, Toby couldn't wait to get his new soon to be bitch back to his private dungeon, the family garage, which had become Toby's playroom, all set up with anything and everything any spoiled teenager could possibly want, including privacy, forcing his parents to park their precious BMW's outside in the sometimes nasty North Eastern weather.
Among useful items in the garage, included thick wrestling mats, which came in handy while Toby proved over and over again to his friends, just who the Boss was.
Although he never actually tried out for school wrestling, Toby was a total master at it, in every sense of the word. What he didn't like were all the rules and strict guidelines that applied to the High School Sport, preferring of course to use whatever method or hold necessary to force another dude to submit, sometimes totally.
It was after entering the garage, that Seth immediately regretted taking Toby up on the invitation back to Toby's home, not that he had a choice in the matter, but still.
Seeing the wicked huge leather mats laid out in the middle of the garage, created a sick feeling within Seths gut.
He obviously was now well aware why his presence at Toby's was not so much a request but more in line of a demand.
He suddenly realized that the beating he received at school from this hot football player, was just an introductory of what was to come.
The thing is, if the cute gymnast felt sick to his stomach a moment ago, he became even more so when Toby quickly stripped down to his well packed jock, and demanded that Seth do the same. "I've decided to do you a favor, wimp. since you can't defend yourself in a fight. I'm gonna teach you some wrestling moves and holds. that will help you the next time some tougher dude like me decides to beat the crap outta ya. so strip down to your jock, like me"
The idea of being taught wrestling holds by this tough arrogant punk wasn't something that Seth had any interest in whatsoever, but add to that. the idea of the two of them stripping down to their jocks? Well, it was just too much all at once, and poor Seth just didn't get the reasoning behind it. "I don't really need to learn any wrestling moves, man. and why do we have to strip down to our jocks just for you to teach me some wrestling moves? Maybe we can just do this another time, ya know? I really should be going home anyways"
Toby was having none of that talk. Not only was he not through roughing Seth up, in his mind he hadn't even started, and another thing, the hunky Gymnast wasn't leaving Toby's sight before begging to become Toby's personal bitch, that's just the way this all played out in Toby's warped mind. "Go home? . NOW???... Fat chance, dude. I just beat the fuck outta ya.least I can do is. well you know. teach ya some easy moves, to maybe keep ya from getting your ass kicked every time. ya know"
Not wanting to sound ungrateful, but not wanting more torture either, Seth tried to come up with an exit strategy that Toby could accept. "Well the thing is. I generally go right home after my Gymnastic exercises . and if I am not home by a certain time my mom kinda worries. you know how moms are. so I really should"
Before he could complete his little white lie, Seths gut received a power punch which literally forced him to bend over and slowly fall to his knees, forcing him to clutch his wicked sore abs once again.
Toby now looking down into Seths eyes with anger. "the one thing I hate more than anything else in this world is a liar. Just admit that you're nothing but a fucking coward. actually. you're even lower than a coward. you're a pussy. you don't even dare to raise your voice to me, never mind your fists. aint that right? . pussy"
That last punch to Seths already painful abs, was pretty much his breaking point, well that and being called a pussy by another fellow student.
A lone tear began slowly creeping down Seths left cheek, and this alone sent a feeling of total power surging through Toby's mind and body.
All those earlier groans, whines, uummmphs, and ooommmphs coming from the beaten Gymnast, couldn't even come close to creating the major high that was now flowing through Toby's mind, as he stood triumphantly over another well muscled, fellow athlete.
Grabbing himself a fistful of Seths blond hair and yanking upwards and backwards on it, the two jocks were now eye to eye. Toby gave his pelvis a tiny push forward so that his well packed jock pouch was pressed against Seths chin. "I'm gonna ask you something. and I already showed you how much I hate liars, so you better think real hard before answering me, especially since I already know the truth. you ARE a fucking pussy, huh? You LIKE being beaten up by dudes tougher than you. cause you LOVE feeling the power within their bodies, huh?"
Seth was by now a broken jock-boy, not that he would have fit the usual term of jock, his well muscled body, and pure athletic abilities may have easily given the impression to some, that he was of course a jock, but a few punches to the abs, a few power slaps to the face, and all that horrible verbal abuse, would eventually bring a tear or two creeping down his cheeks, quickly denouncing any false notions that this particular Gymnast was a true jock.
Just wanting to be done with all this physical and mental abuse, poor Seth felt it necessary to just admit to the wicked tough teen standing over him, whatever it was, that Toby wanted to hear, he slowly nodded his head in confirmation to Toby's demeaning questions.
This little sign of admittance wasn't going to satisfy the tough bully standing over him though. Toby gritted his teeth and demanded more than just a nod of the head. "I wanna hear you say it. tell me that you are nothing but a fucking pussy that likes feeling my muscles having their way with you"
Another clearly visible tear working its way down Seths cheek, as the well muscle toned athlete kept his eyes attached to those of his aggressor, trying very hard to gather enough courage to repeat word for word what was demanded of him. "I'm nothing but a pussy. and I love the feel of your hard muscles having their way with me"
Hearing these words coming from one of the most popular athletes at his school, made Toby hard as a rock. all over, as he stood there staring down at his new toy and flexing EVERY muscle on his hard teen body.
Sure, he probably could have (with a little more verbal convincing) made Seth do just about anything at this point, but Toby wanted a little more play time with his newest TOY, before breaking it completely.
Lifting his right leg, and pressing the toes of his socked foot against Seths lips, Toby pushed gently forward, till the high school Gymnast was laying on his back.
Then plopping down hard on top of Seths sore abs, Toby, using his well muscled and extra firm butt, bounced up and down countless times, causing poor Seth to cry out his submissions over and over and over again. "oooooh fuck. please stop. I submit . pleeeaase stop, you're killing my stomach. oooh fuck, please. please.I submit, I submit, please, I frigging submit already"
With a wide grin plastered to his face, Toby totally ignored the whining pleas coming from his class mate laying beneath him, as he continued lifting himself up and slamming his butt and muscular weight down on top of Seths already destroyed abs.
It must have been a good five minutes of total abs torture, before Toby inched his way up Seths chest, grabbing the head of blond hair, thrusting Seths head between his powerful thighs, Toby rolled over onto his side, throwing poor Seth into a frontal head scissors hold.
"Since you admit to loving the feel of my muscles. use your hands and feel these pythons. feel how fucking rock hard they are. feel the pressure on your scull. you fucking love it. dontcha? PUSSY"
With a little space remaining between Seths mouth and Toby's ample basket, the sexy gymnast was still able to cry out his submissions, while having his head held in a tight vice like grip, that continued to become even tighter with every passing second. "come-on, man. please give me a break. I've submitted a hundred fucking times already, please, no more. come-on, man. I'm begging you"
Some dudes just love the feeling of total power, and complete control of having another class mate their own age begging them to please stop with the pain and humiliation, such is the case of Toby Stanton, this tough teen jock, literally forced his own close buds to cry out their submissions while wrestling with them in the privacy of his garage.
He had proven to all his buds over and over again, that HE was and always will be 'THE BOSS'
Although listening to the well muscled gymnast literally beg for mercy was a total turn-on for Toby, what he really wanted more than anything else, was to feel Seths face buried to the max in the tougher teens hard, cotton covered crotch.
Now using two fistfuls of Seths blond hair, Toby pressed the dudes face fully against his tight cotton enclosed package, and held it there.
While feeling the moist lips of the high school gymnast as they were pressed tightly against the outline of his huge balls, Toby let out a loud moan, followed by more verbal degradation. "ooooohhh, ooohh yeeeaaah.. Your mouth belongs right where it is, uuummm that feels wicked good. now use your hands to massage those thigh muscles, while you're kissing my nuts, you fucking pussy"
At this point there was nothing that Seth wouldn't do, just to satisfy the foot-ball jock, in hopes that Toby would tire of this game and call it a day.
So, giving into the demand that he kiss the dudes cotton covered nut-sack wasn't all that big a deal at this point, since his lips were already pressed tightly against them anyway, what harm was there to move his lips in the form of a kiss, after-all it was just a little lip movement, right?
So while kissing the well packed pouch of the well worn jock-strap, Seth couldn't help but wonder where this whole scenario was heading.
He had a hunch as to where all this abuse was heading of course, yet still he was hoping that his hunch was wrong.
What bothered him more so at the moment, was the wicked strong thighs that were pressing against the sides of his head, as the palms of his hands were busy massaging those muscular legs per order of Toby.
The High School Gymnast tried to keep his mind off the mounting pressure on the sides of his head, but as his hands roamed over the awesome hardness of Toby's smooth thighs, he couldn't help but feel that even his brothers legs were never this strong.
He now thought of his brother Grant, while comparing the two football jocks.
He suddenly realized that the two had lots in common, both football players, both well muscled, both incredibly good looking, both had aggressive and dominating personalities, and strangely enough both had an over active sexual desire which makes it hard for either of them to control their need for sex, which of course drives them to seek it where ever and however they can get it.
Weird as it may seem, but Toby's mind was pretty much in the same ball-park.
What he wanted now, is the same thing he'd been wanting for the past couple of years, and that was to get revenge on Grant Haley for turning Toby's cousin into his personal bitch.
The High School Football Jock and his cousin Jay were family, and as a child Toby had always looked up to Jay and loved him like the brother he never had.
When Jay entered College, he sent Toby a long letter confessing that he was gay, and that his last two years at the High School were the worse years of his life, mainly because he had been used and abused by Grant Haley and Grants closest friends, going into detail of all the different types of sex he was expected to perform, along with being slapped around on a continuous basis, by the well muscled football jocks at school.
These thoughts were now rekindled in Toby's memory bank, causing him to subconsciously tighten the muscles in his thighs, he also at the same time, began grinding Seths face rather roughly all along the outline of his hard-on.
Seths massaging hands quickly formed into tight fists of fury as he felt as though his head was being crushed by Toby's hard thighs, he also had a fear of being smothered to death, with his mouth and nose being pressed so tightly against the hardness of the football dudes bountiful jock-pouch.
Feeling Seths hard fists pound against his legs, Toby realized he was inadvertently adding too much pressure to the Pussies head.
Easing up slightly on his thigh muscles, Toby decided to keep the pussy-boy right where he was, enjoying way too much the feeling of having the popular Gymnast in such a compromising position.
He did however maneuver Seths head as to allow the pussy to speak freely, hoping to hear the very words that quickly began flowing from the mouth of the beaten Gymnast. "Please Toby. I've had enough torture for one day. can we please stop. I'll do whatever you say. I promise. jut please stop hurting me"
Without releasing the pussy from the head scissor hold entirely, Toby loosened the grip, so that the two could carry on an intelligent conversation. "well there's an interesting proposition . hmmm, let's see. well ya know. there is one thing you could do for me. I mean since you're so eager to want to please me"
Seth had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, he wasn't stupid, he knew what it was that the tough as nails High School Jock wanted, before it was even asked of him, after all. 'IT' had been staring him right in the eye for the past fifteen or so minutes.
However, he had a tinge of hope that he might be wrong. "What is it"
Toby reached down inside his fully packed jock, made a minor adjustment, then brought the mushroom shaped head of his cock just up slightly beyond the waistband. "first, ask permission to kiss it"
Seths heart sank instantly, as he wondered to himself how this day had gone so wrong. "please Toby. there has to be something else I could do?"
With a huge smile appearing on his face, the well muscled football jock admitted that indeed there was. "of course there's something else you can do for me. but I think we should proceed slowly. let's take this one step at a time, kay?... Firstly. ask permission to. KISS IT"
The sexy Gymnast knew without a doubt, there was no getting out of this situation, he knew he either did as asked, or. well. simply put, the games would go on.
He also knew that his body had had enough and so had his mental state.
So therefore, a physically and mentally drained Seth leaned his head forward and asked for permission. "Toby?... Would you mind if I kissed the head of your cock. please"
"Mind??? Why would I mind?... go ahead. knock yourself out, pussy"
Seth, without further ado, planted a nice wet kiss right on Toby's perfectly beautiful cock-head.
Feeling a major surge of power flow through his mind and body, Toby let out a triumphant sigh.
Unwrapping his muscular legs from around Seths head, the wicked hot high school football jock gave his next order. "nice. now get up"
With the two jocks now standing and staring directly into each others eyes, Toby continued with his line of unreasonable requests. "you know what? . I think it would show how sincere you are at wanting to please me. if you were to ask for permission to rub your hands over my pecs. I mean since we stripped down to our jocks, you haven't been able to keep your eyes off them. so I know how badly you wanna feel how hard they are. maybe if you were to ask me nicely. I'd consider letting you"
Lowering his sad eyes to Toby's hard protruding pecs, and the deep crevice separating them, Seth asked nicely. "Toby. would you mind if I rubbed my palms over those way awesome pecs. please?"
With a wide grin, Toby obliged. "No problem, pussy. you been drooling over them since you got here. go ahead give em a nice massage. feel how hard they are"
If truth be told, Seth had noticed those beautiful young pecs, but he certainly wasn't drooling.
However, with that said, feeling them while slowly caressing the wicked hard softball size melons, did bring a tiny moan from the cute gymnast, forcing him to close his eyes for a brief second from embarrassment.
That brief show of awe didn't go un-noticed by the hunky young football stud. "You just love the feel of another dudes muscles. even if they're beating you up, huh?... these pecs of mine feel awesome, huh? I think you want to ask permission to kiss em"
Still showing signs of embarrassment, from letting his moment of awe slip out, Seth wasn't sure if or even where he should draw the line. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he'd be allowed to.
Not wanting any further torture, Seth knew he had no other option than to ask nicely for permission to kiss Toby's nicely proportioned pecs. "Please Toby, may I kiss your well developed chest muscles?
With his grin along with his ego growing larger, if that's even possible, Toby gave the well muscled gymnast permission. "well since you're asking so nicely, why not. but I think what you really want is to lick em. so go ahead. suck my fucking chest muscles, pussy-boy"
Seth, to be totally honest, had to actually hold back another moment of awe as his mouth and tongue made contact with the hot, hard, softball size melons.
He probably had nothing to fear from showing his moment of bliss, because his soft moans would have been drowned out by Toby's moment of ecstasy. Just the thought alone of having the power and control over this well muscled and popular High School Gymnast, had Toby's ego higher than it had ever been, add to that the feel of Seths lips and tongue actually worshiping Toby's body, was way too much excitement for the young football star.
With his tongue riding over the wicked hard and naturally smooth pecs, Seth once again gave thought to his brother Grant.
Trying hard to compare the chest muscles of both Grant and Toby, Seth had to admit that Toby might have a tiny edge over Grant in this department as well.
Toby felt the need to continue having his hot teenage body worshiped, and after long moments of pec worshiping, he grabbed a fistful of Seths hair and pulled the dudes head away.
He immediately flexed his right biceps, causing Seth to flinch and try to back away.
This actually made Toby laugh out loud. "Don't worry, man you've already felt the power of my guns. now what I think you want. is to feel how hard they are, just ask nicely. and I may just allow you to rub your hands over them"
Seth at this point was of course wondering if there was any end to this day. Not yet, Seth. Not yet.
Using both hands, the young gymnast ran his palms all over and under the hard as rock, baseball size guns, totally getting it now, why the gut punches he received, had hurt so much.
Toby, after having Seth kiss the hard biceps, couldn't hold off any longer, he needed in the worse way to nut.
Pulling Seths head away, and now once again standing face to face, Toby asked a very simple question. "you ready for more wrestling lessons? Cause I've got tons to teach you"
Shaking his head, then bowing it submissively, the young dude, who he himself had an awesome body, pleaded with the tougher class mate. "Can we just please stop. it's obvious that I can't fight you, you're way to strong. and I'm kinda hurting all over right now"
Not ever feeling quite this powerful, Toby with an evil grin, just some how knew now was the time. "Ya know it's too bad that you're such a fucking wimp. you have all the right muscles. you could learn to defend yourself, and I could easily teach you. I think what the problem here is. that for the past few years while you been playing on the monkey bars, I've been busy tackling dudes bigger than you out on the field, even making them eat grass, while laying on top of them. but whatever, the simple fact is. you're a fucking fag and you don't even know it. and I have this VERY strong feeling, that what you're gonna ask me next. is if you can get down on your knees right this minute and. BLOW-ME! . I'm right, huh? Well you know by now how it works. just ask me nicely"
Toby placed his hands on Seths shoulders and pushed down on them firmly, till the High School Gymnast was on his knees, and once again Seth had himself a close up of a well worn, and well packed, jock-boy pouch, less than an inch from his mouth and nose.
Seth felt another tear make it's way down his right cheek, he wasn't at all surprised that it had come to this, but it certainly wasn't how he had planned this day to end.
He also knew that he could simply refuse, and be subjected to more of Toby's wrestling techniques, it wouldn't have killed him, but his submissive side simply convinced him to give in to the tougher jock.
Looking up into the defiant eyes of the popular High School Football Jock, and seeing that confident evil smile, Seth hesitated for a brief moment, whishing that things were different.
"Toby. would it be ok. I mean, do you think. uuumm" Seth paused, feeling totally uncomfortable asking such a humiliating question to another dude, a fellow student, that just happened to be a popular jock. "Toby. can I. OK. can I blow you.. please?"
If you had handed Toby Stanton a thousand dollars for no particular reason, he could not have been happier than he was at this very moment. Having such a popular fellow student, one with such a physique and good looks, one truly regarded as a fellow jock, on his knees, literally begging to suck his dick, was a day in his life, that Toby would never forget even if he lived a million years. "Sure. I guess. I mean since you're BEGGING me. you can blow-me. if you want. but. only if you agree to be my personal bitch. my fucking cum-dump. only if you agree to do everything I say.when I say. otherwise. I guess I'd have no choice but to post this vid on the net"
With that said, Toby smiled and pointed over to a computer sitting on a desk a few feet away.
Seth was literally shocked, as he thought to himself 'how could I have been so stupid' and with that thought, he began sobbing, feeling for sure that his life as he knew it was totally over, as were his dreams for the future.
It was Toby that offered him a glimmer of hope. "Don't worry. I have no intentions of using this video against you. or showing it to anyone. as long as we have an agreement. and you stick to it. deal?"
What choice did Seth have, it wasn't only about him and his life, it would destroy his parents who had worked hard to provide for him, and it was about his brothers feelings as well.
He knelt there in front of the well muscled teen jock, and slowly nodded his head in agreement. "OK. I'll be your bitch. and do everything you say. just. please don't show this to anyone"
Toby grabbed himself a fistful of Seths hair. "I figured you'd agree.and not just cause of my threat. you agreed cause you really want to feel my cock inside your mouth. you just don't want to admit it, now remove my jock for me. then kiss my cock-head right on my piss hole, bitch"
The wicked hot High School Gymnast did as he was instructed, pulling down the soiled and well worn jock-strap of Toby Stanton, then leaned in and gave that thick, awesome looking cock-head a wet kiss directly on the wide piss hole.
This act, believe it or not, created a head rush in both boys, maybe for different reasons, but still.
Toby's long awaited dreams were well on the way of becoming a reality, he would have his revenge for his favorite cousin, not to mention another cock-sucker at his beck and call.
Seth had learned an important lesson in life, don't go searching for what you desire, be patient and let it come to you, otherwise the worse scenario possible could happen.
He now wondered if he could somehow adjust to this new way of life, without it destroying him along the way.
Toby with a strong tight fistful of blond hair, ordered his new bitch to open wide, very wide. "Yeah, this is just the beginning of many happy times between us. now open your fucking queer mouth for me, bitch. and you'd better open it wicked wide"
Seth of course did as he was commanded, and soon felt the tough jocks cock-head resting on his tongue. Without being told, he closed his lips, and gently massaged the awesome looking knob between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sending Toby into a world of total bliss. "oooooh fuck. oooohhh that feels fucking awesome. you've done this before, haven't you. ooohhhh shit you're good. OOOOH MY FUCKING WORD.keep doing that with your tongue. aaaawwweee shit. don't fucking stop"
Seth continued using the same technique for a few moments longer, till Toby, using his tight grip on Seths head, gave his strong hips a thrust forcing a few more inches of thick, rock hard teen cock inside Seths head.
"There you go, bitch. a few more inches of my fuck-muscle for you to enjoy. before I plug your throat. suck it good, bitch. you need to work hard for my baby batter"
It was those words that gave Seth a reason to panic, he didn't even like this asshole, the last thing he wanted was a part of this jerk floating around inside him for who knows how long. Placing his hands on Toby's hard as steel thighs, Seth tried to push the school jock off him, so he could plead with Toby not to cum inside his mouth.
Toby however, was expecting this reaction, he knew that just the mention of cum, would cause Seth to stop and reconsider, never mind the simple fact that his cum would be spurting inside Seths closed mouth, so he just grabbed himself a second fistful of hair and held tight. "What's the prob, bitch? Did you forget how this works. you blow me, I shoot. and just for the record, pussy? I shoot a lot. and you're gonna fucking swallow every last bit of it to"
It was directly after those words were spoken, that things got a little heavy, for both dudes actually.
Toby gave his hips another power thrust, forcing the rest of his thick love muscle deep inside Seths head, beyond the entrance to Seths throat, causing the Gymnast to gag and choke uncontrollably.
However, Toby was a bit surprised and a tiny bit pissed, that Seth wasn't fighting harder than he was.
Sure, the dude was gagging and choking, and even gripping Toby's strong thighs harder than before, but he wasn't fighting for his life as some of Toby's cock-suckers had done in the past at this point, and this not only pissed Toby off, but had him somewhat puzzled. "You HAVE done this before. haven't you. you fucking faggot. and here I thought I was getting myself a throat cherry. you lead me to believe my cock would be the first to bash the inside of your throat. but that's ok, bitch. cause now I'm just gonna fuck your scull that much harder"
Keeping his promise, the High School Football Jock began thrusting in and out of Seths head as roughly as he could, determined to make Seth pay for leading him on.
Almost immediately, Seth began fighting, pounding his fists against Toby's strong thighs to no avail. He also tried once again to push the much stronger dude off him, again with no success.
After giving it his all, Seth with no energy remaining, simply allowed his mouth to be used as though it were a well worn out cunt.
With all the fighting that Seth had put up, the only thing it was able to accomplish was to increase Toby's sexual desire, turning him on, big time, and it wasn't long after Seth had given up the struggle to free himself, did Toby give one last thrust. allowing his own personal volcano to erupt with it's massive amount of lava.
After shooting a couple of thick volleys of cream into Seths throat, forcing him to gag on the intense amount, Toby pulled back, wanting his newest bitch to receive a nice mouthful of the muscle-boys sperm, and what a mouthful he got. "There you go, faggot. munch on that for a while. then I'll let you rest for a few, before we go at it again, I want at least a couple of blow-jobs before you go home "
It was after the second face-fuck that Toby wanted to know who else was fucking Seths mouth. "So, faggot, tell me. who's cock you been sucking?"
Seth, still trying to recoup after having been mercilessly face fucked for the past forty-five minutes, just hung his head after hearing the question, not wanting to go down that road.
Toby, had a pretty good idea who it was that broke into the entrance of Seths throat. "when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. otherwise I'll be forced to use these muscles on you, as my personal bitch, you'll need to learn to be obedient, or else. But in this case, I think I already know the answer to my question. his first name is Grant. huh?"
Still hanging his head, even after receiving a hard bitch slap across the face, Seth refused to divulge the identity of the dude that had been using his face as a cunt.
Toby, decided to use a different tactic of punishment, feeling that the gymnast had already been put through enough physical abuse for one day, proceeded to dial Brandons cell number. "Hey Brandon, get your ass over here, now. your birthday gift has arrived early"
This form of punishment was harsh, but it worked.
Seth, after hearing that Toby had invited another dude to take part in using Toby's new toy, quickly raised his head. "OK.I'll tell you"
Toby just smiled broadly. "Good. but the idea is to give me what I want, BEFORE I punish you. keep that in mind for anything I might want in the future, okay, faggot"
To be continued.
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