High School Jocks and Their Toys

"High School Jocks and Their Toys"

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only!

The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another.

This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.

In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further!

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

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`The following is the last several Chapters of part2'

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 tough 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 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, right down to the last frigging molecule"

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, well 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 that 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 his classmates 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, but to no avail. He also tried once again, using all the strength he could muster, 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 he 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 immense amount, Toby pulled back, wanting his newest bitch to receive a nice mouthful of the muscle-boys sperm, and what a mouthful Seth got, the thick warm jock-boy juice literally filled the cavity of Seths mouth. "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. You know? ... before I finish training you, you're gonna make one hell of a cocksucking bitch "

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, however, 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 once again to use these muscles of mine 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?"

High School Jocks and Their Toys Pt. 3

Seth pleaded with Toby to call Brandon back and cancel. "Please Toby... Haven't I been humiliated enough. I mean it's bad enough that I just gave a dude at my school a blow-job... I'm fucking begging you here, please don't let others in on this... I'll do anything you want, I fucking promise... please call Brandon back and tell him to forget about coming here... please"

Toby was all smiles, and full of pride, listening to his newest bitch beg his heart out, and doing so, so soon too. "no can do, man... he's already on his way... now you need to learn that when I want something, and you refuse to give it to me...I'm gonna punish you... and since you apparently love the feeling of my muscles slamming all over your queer body... I'll be forced to punish you in other ways, such as sharing my new toy with others. This time you're lucky, it's my best bud Brandon, your dirty little secret will be safe with him, but the next time you force me to call another bud of mine there'll be no promises... you getting the message here, fagboy? Now the other thing here is this, you didn't just give me a blow-job... you frigging sucked my dick `twice' and both times you ate my cum like it was the newest flavor of ice cream to hit the market. Also, from this day onward you need to keep this very important fact in

mind... You already are going to do anything and everything I want... anyway, so forget about trying to use that as a bargaining chip in the future"

Since Toby didn't bring the subject up right after calling Brandon, Seth didn't volunteer the name of who had taught him to suck cock, he figured it was still his secret a little while longer, and his promise to his bro to never discuss that period of his life was still honored.

Moving over to his work-out bench and sitting down on the end of it, Toby ordered Seth to slide his body under it, leaving only his head sticking out the front, directly where his sock covered feet rested.

After doing as ordered, Seth felt the pressure of the tougher jocks feet cover his entire face. "breathe that in for a while... I'm pretty sure that after twenty minutes or so of worshiping these sock covered feet of mine... you'll be begging me to replace them with a hard cock... yeah... suck my toes through those well worn socks, bitch"

At first, Seth ignored the direct order to suck on the sock covered toes, and Toby didn't force the issue or move his feet at all, except to press harder down onto Seths face when the bitch tried pushing them away.

It wasn't until Brandon arrived nearly fifteen minutes later and stood over the un-recognizable body laying under Tobys feet, that Toby once again insisted that Seth suck the sock covered toes into his mouth.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. Let's back up to where Brandon enters the garage and finds this very bazaar scene happening right before his eyes.

Brandon of course noticed another human, with their body laying under Toby's weight bench, with only their head sticking out, and that head totally covered by Toby's feet, it was only natural that Brandon's curiosity would break down and inquire as to `WHAT THE FUCK'

Not quite sure where to place his eyes, they ended up staring directly into Toby's own grinning eyes. "OK I give up... what's going on here, and who's the dude making love to your feet, man?"

Toby keeping his smile intact, simply corrected Brandons assumption that the dude laying under his feet, was actually making love to them. "well first off, the dude hasn't even started making love to my feet `yet' I was saving that little show till you arrived. Secondly, it must be obviously clear that I've got myself another little bitch to satisfy my needs... but before that fucking smile on your face gets too wide... this don't mean that you're off the hook entirely... I'll still need to feel my cock inside your hot little mouth, but maybe not as often as before... we'll see"

Brandon felt as though a two hundred pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders, even if the new bitch only replaced him half the fucking time... it would be a blessing, none the less. "Ok, it's still way the fuck awesome... but who the hell is it... and how did this all come about?"

Before releasing the identity, Toby used his left foot turning it slightly to cover Seths eyes so that his true identity was still concealed. He then moved the sock covered toes of the right foot to Seths lips, and ordered his mystery guest to start sucking. "Kay, bitch, one last time, take these toes of mine inside your mouth and suck on em, yeah, get a good taste of these socks I've been wearing since early this morning"

Seth, deciding it best to do everything possible `now' not to piss Toby off, parted his sexy lips, and teeth, and immediately took all five of the well worn sock covered toes and as much of the foot as he could possibly fit, directly inside his warm mouth and began sucking for all he was worth, gagging slightly from the mouthful.

Tobys sadistic grin grew wider, the eighteen year old tough jock-boy was loving this additional power and control over yet another high school jock.

Toby then filled his best friend in on everything that happened, everything that is but the actual identity of the dude laying under his feet.

Brandon acting a little skeptical about this whole new bitch thing, just had to ask. "OK... but first... how can you be so sure that this dude is really gay... and what makes you think even if he is gay, that he'll be willing to be your `BITCH'... I mean sure right now he may agree to anything... that is, till he's outta your sight and free from your tight grip"

Toby, appearing a little agitated that Brandon would have the balls to even question his superiority, never mind his knowledge of such things, quickly pointed to the cam on top of his computer. "First, you should know better than to ever question me by now... I should kick your ass for even doing so... but look over there... I've got him on video... giving me TWO awesome fucking blow-jobs... and even eating a frigging huge quantity of my thick creamy cum... you think I'll need more proof than that? If so... I've also got him on video fucking begging me to let him blow me... how's that for being pretty fuckin sure that this bitch is a fag...huh? As for him wanting to be my personal bitch... why would any fag not wanna be under any part of my wicked hot bod... look at you... you been worshiping my body and enjoying my frigging sweet tasting jizz for years now, and you still come around every frigging day for more... does that answer your

question? You seem to love it... being my personal cum dump and loyal bitch, so why would any fag resist the opportunity to feel, taste, and be allowed to worship this wicked hot body of mine... huh?"

Brandon figured it best not to go down that road with Toby, so he decided not to argue the point, it would have only gotten him into a heap of trouble. "OK... I personally think it's awesome that you've got yourself another bitch to fuck with...but who is he?"

With a huge smile, Toby began earnestly fucking Seths mouth with the toes of his right foot, in and out, in and out, in and out, while at the same time rubbing the soles and toes of his sock covered left foot all over Seth Haley's nose and eyes, before allowing his best friend to actually see for himself the true identity of Bitch # 2.

When Toby finally pulled his feet away, showing Brandon just who Toby's new cock-sucker was, Brandon actually and literally went into a state of shock.

Staring down into Seth Haley's sad eyes, Brandon was lost for words, for a good three minutes he simply just stood there with his mouth agape before looking up again at Toby and literally yelling out loud. "DUDE?... Have you like fucking lost it completely?... Are you out of your fucking mind?... SETH FUCKING HALEY??? Really??... Dude? Why don't you just go out and jump off some frigging cliff... at least the death will be a hell of a lot quicker than the one his brother is going to allow you... ooooh my frigging word... dude? you are soooo fucking dead... seriously... Grant Haley is sooo gonna decapitate you and piss down your throat"

Toby simply allowed Brandon to finish his comments, while still smiling up into his buds eyes, before offering his own ideas of what was to be. "You've got it all wrong man, Grant isn't gonna do shit... well except for begging to blow-me, that is. I have it all planned out, trust me. First that asshole is going to apologize to my cousin... then he's gonna beg my cousin to please forgive... then he's gonna offer his personal services to both me and my cousin for a full weekend. Otherwise, a copy of this video is gonna make the rounds, and I mean to everyone he knows. Meanwhile... his precious little brother is going to thoroughly enjoy being my fucking personal cum-dump... and he will continue being my little bitch till Grant agrees to all of my demands. Seriously man, by the time I'm through with this whole mess, and turn this video over to fucking Grant Haley... this little bitch here is gonna have so much cum inside his belly, he'll be

frigging wobbling from one class to another rather than walking, ooooh yeeeaah, you'll even be able to hear the cum swishing inside of him"

Brandon still not really convinced that his bud hadn't lost his mind entirely, merely shook his head. "I don't know dude... I wouldn't want to be the one fuckin with Grant Haley... I mean think about it... you just turned his otherwise straight brother... and Seth isn't just Grants younger brother... they are like totally best friends as well... so in all actuality... you took what is probably the closest person in the entire fucking world to Grant Haley... and turned him into a damn cock sucking fag... I seriously don't know where your head is at, man... but I do know one thing for sure, it's not going to be attached to your shoulders much longer anyways, so it really don't matter"

Toby was by now laughing his ass off at Brandon's words and sincere concern for his best bud. "Trust me, it's all good, first of all, this pussy underneath my feet here, isn't exactly new to sucking cock. I'm not totally sure who's cock he's been sucking, but I have a strong suspicion that he's been sucking off his own brother. So, with that said, you need to trust me, dude. Grant isn't gonna do anything to harm me, my cousin, or you...so there's no need to get your panties in a bunch, don't be so concerned and upset, okay?"

Brandon's head took a double turn when he himself was mentioned. "Harm meeee???? Why me?... I'm not involved with any of this shit that you got yourself into here... this is all about you, dude... has nothing to do with me... except that I'll be mourning your life for a day or so, after you've been buried... or not"

Toby was now laughing so hard he totally forgot that his feet, now bouncing up and down, were still connected to Seth's face.

It wasn't until Seth pulled himself from under Toby's bouncing feet, that it suddenly came back to Toby what he had been doing before Brandon began spouting off. "Ooooh shit... sorry about that... didn't really mean to be kicking you in the face and shit. You okay?"

Seths nose was just a little bruised, nothing serious, he just so wanted to go home. "I'll live... but is it ok if I split... enough is enough... don't you think? And you really should listen to your friend here, Brandon's right... Grant is so going to cripple you if not actually kill you... I just kinda figured you had already planned on that happening"

No longer laughing his ass off, Toby became a little annoyed with Seths words. "See, that's where we all disagree here... your bro isn't gonna want a video of his kid brother giving head and actually begging for it, to be passed along to whom ever I decide. So like I already said, the only thing that Grant is gonna do?... is SUCK my dick whenever I tell him too. As for you, speaking without permission... you get to worship my buds body, before we even consider letting you split... and you're gonna worship every fucking inch of it too, faggot"

Brandon throwing his hands up in the air at those words, felt he should have a say in this. "Whooaaa hold-on... I have already said I don't want anything to do with this... you're in this totally by yourself, man... I'm just an innocent bystander, and that's how I want to keep it"

When Toby jumped up from his weight bench, Brandon knew before it even hit him, what was coming.

With just one solid gut punch, Brandon was doubled over and falling to his knees, coughing and gasping for his breath.

Toby grabbed a tight fistful of his best friends hair, and lifted the dudes head up and back so that the eyes of both high-school jocks were glued together.

With a broad smile on his face, Toby just had to ask. "Yeeeaaah... did you like the feel of that one, bitch... huh? So now that you're in your usual position, you'd better listen up, real good... let me fill you in on a couple of important factors. First and foremost: I may have myself a new bitch, for the time being, or till I work out an agreement with Grant fuck-face Haley, but you?... you will always' be my frigging bitch/slave/cock-sucker... and as such, you will' do as I say... and right now I say you make this faggot worship you from your frigging toes all the way up to your frigging head of hair. You will also punish him by slapping him around if he fails to get you hard and keep you there, while worshipping your hot little body. Now strip down to just your socks and jock, and if after the first ten minutes you do not have a hard-on, and you fail to punish him... I will punish you, and that gut-punch you got a second ago will seem

like a love-tap, compared to what I will do to you.

Now say `yes sir' if you understand everything I just said"

Brandon, feeling totally humiliated, and adding to his humiliation the fact that his dark secret for the past few years was no longer a secret, was fully aware that his best friend meant every word he said, and not wanting to be on the receiving end of his friends angry fists, especially in front of another class-mate, he gave his acknowledgement. "Yes sir"

It didn't really take long for Brandon to step in and take control of his best friends newest bitch, as angry as he was at Toby, he knew what his bud was capable of and did as he was told, without further argument.

Seth, after being pulled to his knees by the roots of his hair, clutched tightly within the closed fists of Brandon, first let out a painful yelp, then relaxing once again on his knees, he stared up at the tough well developed jock-boy standing directly over him, taking in Brandon's smooth, hot as hell body and boyish handsome face.

It was hard to read Seths mind at this moment, I mean was he in awe of the smooth and tight well muscled body of his classmate, who had by now stripped down as ordered, to just his socks and a well packed jock pouch? Or on the other hand, was he in a world of confusion? Seth had no idea that Brandon was not only Toby's best friend, but also his loyal little bitch as well. How could this be' Seth thought to himself... Brandon is not only straight acting and appearing, he's a frigging tough as nails high school muscle jock, he's on the frigging high school football team for fuck-sake, he was also one of the schools top wrestlers, not to mention, that he most definitely had to be in the top five of the high schools strongest students, in Seth's mind, something was terribly wrong with this picture.

Looking up into the handsome youthful face of one of the toughest jocks at school, Seth, simply smirked, thinking how soooo lucky Toby was to have this hot looking dude doing all his bidding for who knows how many years now.

The smirk however got him a wicked hard bitch slap to the face from Brandon, nearly knocking Seth over.

With an angry Brandon already feeling humiliated by Toby's treatment of him in front of another classmate, the smirk from Seth only added fuel to the fire. Brandon felt the need to let Seth know asap it would not be wise to mess with him under these circumstances. "don't look at me like that... you are obviously in no position to be passing judgment on me, and don't go thinking that just cause I'm under this assholes control, that I'm a faggot like you"

The wicked hard bitch slap to Seths face and the words that followed, brought a wide grin to Toby's face. He always enjoyed and most definitely got off on watching his best friend dominate another dude, but this was going to be way different, way more entertaining, and he wanted it all on video, so he could enjoy it time and time again.

Toby knew that Brandon had it within him to be aggressive, after all, it was mostly thanks to Toby that Brandon had within him a hidden desire to beat-up and dominate other dudes, this especially became very clear last season when Brandon was captain of the High Schools Wrestling Team, as a very aggressive Brandon wrestled other dudes on the mats. Brandon would often refuse to release his sometimes tight humiliating holds on his rivals even after the ref or coach would order him to do so, causing Brandon to receive penalties and disqualifications left and right.

It was however, Brandons wicked aggressiveness that kept him on the team, and well admired by the coach, even if it sometimes hurt the team. The coach even encouraged the other team members to be as aggressive and to even humiliate their opponents the way Brandon often did. Guess he wanted every wrestling team in the state to fear his boys, and fear them they did.

The thing is, Brandon wasn't really mean at heart, he just had a wicked need to prove that he was still a man, and a tough one at that. His best bud Toby had beaten him up so often and had been using him as a girl for so long, that Brandon just needed to prove to himself, and as often as he could, that he wasn't really the fag that Toby had relentlessly claimed him to be.

Toby also knew damn well, that once Brandon got to play with his best friends new toy for a while, enjoying the immense power over another high school jock, and in private no less, his fear of Grant Haley would fade away... like yesterdays clouds.

Now with his well defined legs slightly spread as he stood over another classmate, a surge of power rushed through Brandons mind.

He had just power slapped another wicked strong high school jock, and the dude didn't even raise a finger in defense. Now Brandon couldn't help but imagine the complete control he would have over another well muscled dude, hell... it was enough to send a slight surge of power through his groin, never mind his head.

The little scenario he had experienced earlier with that faggot Devin in the showers, was just a tiny warm-up compared to actually dominating such a jock as Seth Haley.

Yet of course there was still a feeling of wrong doing and the consequences that would sure as hell follow if he allowed his thick cock to do his thinking.

He knew from stories he had heard at school that Grant Haley was probably the toughest dude that ever attended school at St. Andrews Academy, but for the moment, Grant was a whole world away, and right here, right now, was an opportunity to release as much tension as need be.

Brandon stood there in a victors triumphant stance over a jock he once admired, watching what he once considered a wicked tough dude, try and rub the sting away from the red hand print that Brandon himself had embedded on the kids face, wondering if he would be able to control this new urge to own and dominate such an athletic force as Seth Haley, but even as he pondered his ability to control such an urge, his more than ample pouch, now practically touching Seth's nose, had managed to stretch, just a wee bit more.

New at being in control of things, Brandon wasn't exactly sure where or even how to begin. "You've got your nose practically buried in my dirty jock... go ahead and take a whiff... show me just how much of a fag you really are"

Seth first glancing sideways up at Toby, couldn't help but wonder if it was really necessary to play fag-boy to yet another dude from school.

The permanent grin planted on Toby's face was not the only answer to Seths silent question, another power slap to the side of his head from the tough dude standing over him was also a strong indicator, that yes indeed, his gay-boy role was to be expanded. "When you're told to do something, you do it, next time it wont be an open hand, it will be my fist ... now bury your nose and lips against my dirty jock-strap... and keep them there till I give you permission to pull away, pussyboy"

My, my, it didn't take long for Brandon to forget all about Seth's tough brother, or was it that his need to prove his manhood was far greater than the fear of a wicked beating?

Seth, still feeling the sting from the bitch slap he just received from Brandon, decided not to push the kids buttons. Gently, at first, he pressed his nose and lips into the now well stretched jock-strap and took a deep whiff. All at once there were three very loud sighs to be heard, nearly all at the same time, from three different dudes, with Brandons being the loudest, leading him to grab the back of Seths head with both hands, thus forcing Seth's face harder against the not so clean pouch, smothering his good looking, and extremely athletic class mate to tears, literally.

Brandon did everything he could do to keep himself from humping into the handsome face of his buds newest toy, as he reminded himself `all in good time' all in good time.

He continued fighting the urge as he pulled Seth's face away and while gritting his teeth, the well muscled teen gave his next command. "get down there, I want you to kiss and make love to my feet, just like you did with Tobys, faggot"

Toby was beside himself, he had hoped that by allowing his bud Brandon to take part in the training of a new bitch, that he himself would be granted a front row seat to a very exciting event, and thus far, his hopes were being granted, he so loved watching Brandon in action, but now, there would be no restraints, no rules, and no interference whatsoever from outsiders, to keep Brandon from following through with his strong desire to totally dominate another dude to the fullest.

Toby watched on with glee as Seth sank to the mats on his belly to position himself properly in order to kiss and worship another dudes sock covered feet.

Seth, meanwhile felt as though his world was crashing down around him as he pressed his lips onto the sock covered toes of Brandons right foot, and kissed them, while hearing Brandon yell down to him. "AGAIN... kiss them again, then lick em... and I wanna feel that tongue of yours as you do it too... or else"

With a huge grin plastered to his handsome face, Toby watched on, not missing the part where Brandon slowly rubbed the wicked hard-on hidden behind his well strained jock.

Wishing that he had not listened to his brother Grant, and certainly wishing he hadn't taken his bro's advice about finding himself a bitch, Seth felt that he wouldn't be in this horrible mess if he had just totally ignored his brothers act of help.

Though he wasn't entirely blaming his brother for the situation he found himself in now, on the contrary, he loved Grant and would do anything in the world for his bro and to make Grant proud of him.

He knew deep inside that this was mostly his own fault, if only he wasn't such a passive person when it comes to confrontations. Hell, he wasn't just plain passive, that was only part of his problem, he was born a wimp, a sissy, he was what we refer to today as a total pussy, he just didn't look the part, which usually helped fend off all the other bullies.

The pussy part was especially true when it came to the High School Jocks, he simply considered them to be far more aggressive, stronger, tougher and far more superior, than himself no matter how much he worked out and built his impressive body, it never seemed enough to boost his confidence, even slightly.

Which is why he looked up at Grant as though he were literally one of the Greek Gods, with his powerful body, awesome good looks, and total aggression, never taking shit from anybody. If truth be told, Seth's vision of his bro, is, well... if you looked up the word superior in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Grant Haley right next to the word.

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Seth, however, had many reasons for looking up to his brother, Grant and he were as tight as any two best friends could ever be, just one example of the many times Grant had Seth's back was when that asshole at school had pretty much turned Seth into his own personal cum-dump. Oh ya, what was taking place now was just an odd feeling of déjà vu, like he'd been down this road once before.

A part of Seth's past life that he tried so hard to block out of his memory, particularly since he made a promise to Grant to never look back or even think about that period of time again.

The kid at that time was two grades ahead of fifteen year old Seth at school, and a member of the schools wrestling team. It all happened innocently enough, one day when Seth decided to attend a wrestling tournament being held at his school.

He began paying way too much attention to this one wrestler that happened to remind Seth of his own brother, he knew that like his brother, this kid was a senior, and a jock in his own right.

Even when the kids match was over, and he triumphantly beat his opponent handily, Seth couldn't keep from staring at this dude.

As we all have experienced at one time or another, that extra built in sense that we all have, the one that lets us know that someone is watching us, kicked in, and the kid turned his head and caught Seth Haley checking him out. The kid gave Seth a smirk and slowly rubbed his protruding lump as he walked past his admirer sitting in the front row.

The very next day at school, the kid made it a point to keep an eye out for Seth Haley. He had seen Seth around at school, mostly in the gym practicing his gymnastics, and after school that day he decided to head directly for the gym.

Spotting Seth in the Gymnastic section of the School Gym, The kid approached Seth and struck up a friendly conversation.

I wont go to deeply into the details as to how the two became friends, I will only say that it was mostly a set up by the kid to gain Seth's trust.

It was the kids bi-sexual desires to have himself a permanent, and convenient cum-dump, considering himself to be an aggressive top, he simply wanted a pussy to do his bidding and Seth, with his good looks, shyness, and hot body would be more than a perfect fit for what he had in mind.

The thing is, this kid had no clue, that Seth was the younger brother of one of the toughest jocks at school.

It was about a month into what had become a strong friendship between the two, and Seth had been spending Friday nights at the kids house for the past few weeks.

This one Friday night, when the two had the house to themselves, the kid had talked Seth into wrestling, wearing nothing more than their boxer briefs.

Seth at first was somewhat apprehensive about all the body contact that would obviously take place. He feared that his innocent admiration for this hot dude, might be construed as something more than simple admiration if he were to become a little too excited with all the tight body contact.

Also, the one and only thing that bothered Seth about his new friend, was that the kid was a little too aggressive, and at times would dominate Seth and refer to Seth as his bitch, in a joking way of course, but joking or not, it would often leave Seth wondering if the dude really did feel that way towards him.

Yet the thing is, no matter how bossy his new friend appeared, Seth would always shrug it off, after all, his own brother had the same personality, and even though Grant never ever treated Seth as anything other than an equal, Seth couldn't help but admire his bro for being such an alpha male, especially with Grants own friends.

The two well built teens hadn't been wrestling very long when Seth found himself being placed in a wicked tight schoolboy-pin, with the kids nice size cotton covered package

nearly resting on his chin. The tougher kid smiled down into Seths eyes and asked a very simple question. "You like having my huge balls so close to your lips... dontcha? Bet ya wanna kiss em right through my underwear, huh? You can if ya want... I wont mind... I know how you're always checking out my junk, especially when I'm wearing my tight wrestling singlet... even caught ya drooling a few times... and don't even try denying it... I also have a strong feeling that you really would love to be my personal bitch... admit it... you would love having me on top of you... just like this... all the time... wouldn't you"

Seth, believing that the kid was just joking around as usual, began laughing. "You wish! I'm nobodies bitch, dude, and I certainly don't wanna be yours either" he was tempted to deny the fact that indeed he did on occasion check out his buds package, but having been actually caught on more than one or two occasions, decided not to argue the point.

I mean after all, it is normal to check out the weapon another dude is packing, right? Right??

The tough kid now realizing that Seth was not taking him seriously, inched himself even closer to his buds face, with his cotton covered oversized balls now resting directly on top of Seth's lips, he waited a few seconds, then reached his arm in back and placed his hand directly on top of his buds crotch. This brought a huge grin to his face. "I knew it... I fucking knew it all along... you soooo wanna blow me... dontcha? OK, Start kissing my balls through my underwear, and I just might let ya suck me off, totally"

Now, not so convinced that his friend was just horsing around, Seth began showing signs of panic. As he began thrashing about, now seriously trying to throw his bud off him, without much success.

The kids way muscular thighs planted tightly against each side of Seths face, prevented Seth from going too far.

After several honest attempts, he settled down and tried reasoning with his way tougher friend. "seriously dude, you need to get your nuts off my face... or I just might bite them right the frig off"

The plain and simple fact that Seth actually was sporting a stiffy, having his buds nuts pressed against his luscious lips, seemed to mean nothing at all, and went right over Seth's head.

However, the stronger, tougher dude on top of him, knew better, as he smiled down at his soon to be cum-dump. "you're forgetting one very important fact here, homo... your dick is rock hard... and I might not be an A student, but I do know what makes ones dick go hard, do I really need to teach you all about the birds and the bee's?... You want those lips of yours wrapped around my cock-head so bad, you can already taste my dick drool...huh? Now start kissing my balls, faggot, right through my tight underwear... or everyone at school is gonna know your dirty little secret"

These words hit home, and Seth, not wanting anyone at school to think of him as gay, wanted to be reassured by his bud that the word wouldn't get out anyway. "why should I believe you wont tell peeps anyway? I mean you set this trap for me from the beginning... so how can I trust you now?... and just for the record, I'm not a faggot"

The tough High School wrestler, now sensing that this plan of his was showing signs of coming together, tried his best to convince his soon to be bitch, that no one ever needs to know. "Listen up, dude, why the hell would I ever tell anyone that I'm getting head from someone at school? By me telling people, wouldn't keep me from being shamed, I mean just cause I'm the one getting head and not the one giving it... wouldn't keep people from talking about me, duh! You know... for a smart student... you're not too smart. My rep would be on the line the same as yours... so you can be sure that as long as you do everything I say, our secret will always be safe... especially since I wont be wanting to share you with all the other jocks at school, and with my football season coming up next year... there's no way I want a bad rep... so why don't you get your queer little tongue busy and start licking that huge frigging bulge, before I change my

mind and just fucking out you for the hell of it"

Not thoroughly convinced that his new bud wouldn't tell others, and certainly not buying that line that the kids rep would also be damaged, but being left with no choice, Seth pushed his tongue through his lips and began an honest attempt at pleasing his way tougher friend.

With his tongue pressed firmly against the large cloth covered sack, Seth began giving the underside of his buds basket a pretty decent tongue massage.

In fact his bud was so getting off on another dudes tongue actually licking his balls through his tight briefs and on the idea of having himself a hot little bitch, that he soon jumped to his feet and wasted no time shucking off his briefs.

He then dropped back down on top of Seths chest,

bringing his new submissive, cum-dumps face, right up off the mat, and eye to eye with his cockhead. "Nice work on my balls, bitch. Now give my cock-head a nice long, sweet and sloppy kiss... right on my piss-slit, fagboy"

Seth, being so frigging passive, and non confrontational, only wanted to get this over with and be on his way. He felt his velvety tongue press itself against his new friends piss-slit, tasting a huge cock-head, along with the drool that often oozes out of it, for the very first time in his life.

As usually the case, one thing led to another and soon Seth found himself gagging, and choking on another dudes impressively large dick.

Moments later, he was still gagging and choking, but this time it was due to a mouthful of hot sperm, that of course he was expected to swallow.

For the first time in his young life, Seth had given a kid at his own school a blow-job, and even drank down and swallowed the kids entire load of cum.

It was several weeks of sucking cock, twice a day, and being placed in humiliating wrestling holds for hours at a time, before Seth had the balls to confront his bro, about his latest life crisis.

One of these totally embarrassing wrestling holds which kept popping up in Seths mind, wasn't even a legitimate wrestling move. The kid was on top of Seth in a wicked hot schoolboy pin, wearing his skin tight lycra wrestling singlet, forcing Seth to lick and kiss the crotch area, when suddenly the kid turned his body totally around and sat right on Seths face, nearly smothering him.

With the kids tight, muscular, globes covered in a sexy lycra material squarely on top of Seths nose and lips, it was the most embarrassing situation poor Seth had ever found himself in, and it even became more humiliating when the kid lifted himself up, and turned his head to look down at Seth. "Hope you know that this is where your face belongs, when it's not attached to my dick, it needs to be right where it is now, totally kissing my ass, non stop, you fucking fag"

Totally embarrassed and in tears from his shameful confession to his tough brother, Seth knew that Grant would make things better, what Seth did not know was the long lasting, terrible, tangled web of events that such a confession would create.

After convincing his younger bro to never, ever, think about the disgusting acts that had taken place, and forcing Seth to promise never to discuss the acts with anyone, ever, Grant hugged his lil bro. "It's ok bro... this is not your fault... I'll fix this... he won't be using you anymore, I promise"

Grant, as expected, took the matters into his own hands.

Confronting the tough High School wrestler and literally turning the tables on him, turning the dude into a cock-sucking bitch to Grant and his football buds, and all Seth was told by his tough brother was that he need never to worry about this asshole again.

Seth was of course concerned for the kids well being, I mean he just simply wanted out of what he had gotten himself into, so of course he inquired as to what Grant actually did to the dude.

However, the only info he ever received from his tough bro, was that the matter had been taken care of, the dude would never approach Seth again, and that Seth now needed to keep his promise, and never spend time thinking about the situation, and most importantly he must never, ever discuss with anyone that he had briefly become another dudes, personal bitch and cum disposal.

...

As Seth submissively stuck out his velvety tongue and pressed it against Brandon's sock covered toes, Brandon suddenly lifted his head and looked over at his bud Toby, and the two friends grinned in unison.

Having a submissive muscle hunk literally at his feet, was just the beginning of Brandon's own transformation.

After having both his sock covered feet worshipped, from his toes, to his soles, to his heels, Brandon had a major need to take the action further. "Guess you really are a fag, no straight dude would lay himself out at another dudes feet and kiss and lick them all over, as you just did. So let's see just how far you'll go, start working your way up my legs, start with my calves, rub em with your hands, then kiss em, while massaging them with your tongue"

Toby, sat and watched quietly, blissfully, and proudly, while his best bud stood, with his well muscled legs slightly spread triumphantly over another student and had his hot body and muscles worshipped completely.

Who's to say as to whether or not Seth was actually getting into this act of total submission, and although you would have never guessed it by appearance alone, he was after all a very submissive boy, even he would admit to that.

But now, here he was literally on his knees in front of one of his school mates, being told to feel and taste the dudes hard muscles, surely Seth had to be feeling some humiliation, I mean he had to have been totally embarrassed, right?

I mean if not from the act itself, then certainly from the extreme verbal abuse alone.

One thing was for sure though, Brandon himself, was certainly beginning to be at ease with the situation, grinning triumphantly down at one of the schools best athletes, as the dude did his very best to please, and obey. "that's it, faggot, give my muscled calves a sweet tongue bath... lick them all over... never would have thought you to be a fag... but you sure as hell seem to be enjoying yourself, huh? Ok, Move on up to my wicked hard thighs and give them the same treatment... actually, I wanna feel more tongue... ya, that's it... get your face right in there and put some fun between my awesome looking legs"

Watching Seth gently rub, and lick the inside of Brandons smooth, well muscled thighs, had Toby rubbing his own body, though it wasn't his thighs he was slowly but gently massaging.

Seth, meanwhile cringed each time Brandon flexed his leg muscles, probably imagining his head between those wicked strong thighs, and it being crushed with so little effort.

It was certainly a hot scene to say the least, watching one high-school athlete literally worship the powerful legs of another.

As a matter of fact Toby was getting so turned on, he literally had to pull his hand away from the fabric covering his hardening tool. "didn't I tell ya, the dude is a total fag, man? He's not only taking your orders without so much as a whisper of resistance... he's fucking loving it. The fag can't wait to nuzzle his queer nose and lips into that huge bulge in your jock... speaking of which... looks to me that you're getting into this more than you originally wanted... ya, you'll be thanking me before the night is over... for sure. I'm willing to bet that right this moment the very name of Grant Haley doesn't mean a fucking thing to you ... huh?"

Brandon couldn't argue the point that he was getting off on having another dude his own age down on his knees, taking orders, and making his entire body feel so good, not to mention his mind. The total power trip that Brandon was now on, was a wicked high he had never in his young life felt before.

It was very unlikely that even if Grant Haley himself walked into the room, Brandon would be able to discontinue his domination over the dudes sexy younger brother, he was already just too far gone at this point.

Instead, seventeen year old Brandon continued watching, if not yet totally believing, the hot scene unfolding just below his waist. "Kay dude, let's see how far you're willing to humiliate yourself... Stick your tongue just beneath my jock and work your way upwards, ya, lick the whole fucking thing... till I tell ya to stop... that's if I tell ya to stop... and I definitely wanna feel that queer tongue of yours pressed tightly against my fucking balls, bitch"

It was those words that had Toby throwing his fist in the air and yelling encouraging words at his best friend. "Yeeeeaaaah... that's what I'm talking about, my man... you show the fucking fag who's in control... and if he don't obey you immediately... slap the fuck outta him... he needs to learn that he's as much your bitch as he is mine"

The thing is, Brandon may not hold the dude that's been using him for personal pleasure these past few years in high regards, but it did make him feel awesome hearing such praise from him, and now being told that he was an equal to Toby was words that Brandon had been praying to hear for many, long years.

Brandons next move wasn't so much to please Toby as it was to fulfill a need within himself, he needed to reaffirm to himself, that he really wasn't the fag that his best friend led him on to believe, these past few years.

Also, Brandon needed to know just where, or if... Seth was going to draw a line as to how far he was to be pushed. Grabbing himself a fistful of Seths hair and holding his head tightly, Brandon used his free hand to give Seth a powerful bitch slap.

Certainly not Brandons hardest, but hard enough so that if he wasn't holding onto his head, poor Seth would have most likely landed a few feet away. "when I give you an order... you better jump to it... I didn't use my full force this time... but the next time you can be sure I will... now press your nose and tongue against my fucking jock... and lick the entire thing, you frigging pussy"

Toby was beside himself, rolling on the floor hugging his gut and laughing hysterically. As I mentioned earlier, Toby always knew that Brandon had this aggressiveness within him, yet his friend Brandon was always held back from using it on other dudes, either by the teachers at school or some other adults, and it pleased Toby to know that the fear of being beaten to a pulp by Grant wasn't as great as the power Brandon was feeling at the moment.

His need to overpower and dominate another dude completely, was so incredible, that any fears he might have, pertaining to Grant... were placed on the bottom shelf.

Toby knew damn well that there was no holding his bud back now, and actually feared that he may have awoken an angry monster, but it was a chance he was willing to take.

Seth was more surprised than hurt, and the couple of teardrops rolling down his cheeks were most probably from the sting of the slap and not because he was a sissy.

Yet it was the sight of those tears along with the feel of Seths tongue and nose pressed so urgently against his balls, and literally lapping away at his dirty jock strap, was an added feeling of power that made Brandon do a double bicep pose, then lean in and plant a kiss on both his guns, while looking over to his best bud and smiling broadly. Toby just shook his head slowly and thought to himself, `nope, there certainly was no stopping his friend now'.

Seth on the other hand wasn't so sure why he had been bitch slapped, he wasn't even given enough time to obey the last demand made of him, but he had other problems at the moment. He had a strange feeling of respect for the tough dude standing over him, unlike his feelings for Toby, whom he detested.

Seth, wasn't really sure why he had these feelings for Brandon, or even what these feelings really meant. All he really knew was that he should have felt the same hatred towards Brandon that he felt towards Toby, yet he didn't, on the contrary, he felt a strong feeling of respect towards Brandon.

But why he felt these feelings... he wasn't sure, and it began to eat at him, especially since he was ordered to stick his nose and tongue against the dudes soiled jock-strap. Where he was involuntarily forced to breath in the jock-boy odor, and not just breathe it in, but to lick the disgusting jock, pressing his tongue against his school-mates cloth covered balls, massaging the huge basket with his tongue no less.

Seth felt more humiliated doing this for Brandon than anything he had been told to do by Toby or even that other asshole from school, well except for the face sitting thing, yet as hard as he tried, he just couldn't find it within himself, to hate Brandon.

It was obvious to Seth that Brandon was enjoying every moment of this new experience, mainly because within moments of being smothered by his new tormentor, he felt Brandons strong hands on each side of his face, and then felt his face being moved all over the front of the lightly soiled jock, up the length of a hard, thick cock, and back down again, up and down several times, then one more trip back up and coming to a rest on a large mushroom shaped cock-head where his lips and tongue rested square on Brandons jock covered, sizable piss-slit.

It was his tormentors soft words whispering down to him that brought him out of a somewhat trance. "kiss it, bitch, then press your tongue against that wet spot and lick it, and lick it, and keep licking it, till it's totally clean"

Seth knew damn well by now not to give this latest command any thought time, to do so would land him another slap probably much harder than the last one, and still feeling the sting from the last one, Seth parted his lips and gave Brandons decent size cock-head a smooch directly on the outline of his piss-slit, and tasting for the first time Brandons cock drool.

Poor Brandon, he thought for sure he was gonna fall over right there and then, there would never be another doubt in his head as to whether or not Seth was a fag, nor would he ever have any doubts as to which of the two was the boss, and forever would be.

He quickly looked back to Toby with a new sense of control. "I want him to suck me off... now... I wanna fill his fucking mouth with my warm cum... and I wanna watch as he swallows it... any objections? I mean not that it really matters any, cause I am gonna fuck this faggots face... it's just a matter of when"

Toby was no longer smiling, he wasn't sure that he cared for this new monster he had just created, and he needed to show that he himself was still the big boss here. "whoooaaa, settle down tiger... you get a blow-job from him when I say so, and not till. First I want his tongue to finish it's tour of your complete body, once he has felt and tasted every inch of your body... then you may insist that he chokes for a while on your cock, but not until I say so... got it?"

Brandon knew by now that it was no use arguing with Toby, he wasn't only the boss of Brandon and now Seth, he was the boss of all their friends as well, and always had been. So he reluctantly gave in. "fine! Whatever... but I can't hold off much longer"

Toby stood and approached the two, he wanted the next command, coming from himself, looking straight down into Seths eyes, then back up to brandons eyes "I want to say what he does next... then you can take over again" Brandon just smirked, what could he say.

However, Seth felt a knot form in his chest, he really didn't like this kid Toby, and he was afraid of what Toby would have him do.

With Seth still on his knees, Toby ordered Brandon to turn completely around, and back up a bit. Once Brandon was in position, with his tight muscular bubble butt, now practically touching Seths face, there was no question as to what Toby wanted Seth to worship next.

There was a slight giggle from Brandon, never in his young life had anyones face been this close to his tight butt, never mind someone with as handsome a face as Seth Haley.

Toby with an evil grin cuffed Seth on the side of his face. "what you waiting for, bitch... kiss my friends ass... kiss it all over till I tell ya to stop"

This obviously wasn't a first for Seth, except this time the dudes butt was bare.... yet still, he couldn't help but hesitate, knowing damn well he would receive another power slap, but for the life of him he just couldn't bring himself to kiss another dudes bare butt, no matter how sexy it was, kissing it just once would have been a major chore for him, never mind having to kiss it over and over again.

Sure enough, Toby gave Seth a major power slap, knocking him over onto his side, then Toby walked over and planted his sock covered foot onto Seths throat and held it there.

With Seths face bright red from the hard bitch slap, and now turning blue from the pressure of Toby's foot on his throat.

Unable to actually speak, Seth raised his hands in submission, pleading with Toby with his eyes.

In return, Toby just added more pressure to Seths throat.

Lowering his hands till they gripped Toby's well muscled calves, Seth tried with all his might to pull the foot free from his throat, but to no avail.

Leaving his foot pressed tightly onto Seths throat, Toby grinned down at Seths feeble attempt at trying to pull the foot free. "What you trying to do... huh? ...you're still not one hundred percent convinced that you're no match for me? ... is that it? Or is it you just love the feel of another dudes muscles? You know... I could easily crush your jugular right now... fuck... I could crush your entire head right now if I wanted. But, I'm gonna let you up instead... and you're gonna get back into position at Brandons hot looking ass, but now... you're gonna beg him for permission to kiss it, aint that right?"

Lifting his foot from Seths throat, Toby waited for an answer.

Seth, looking more out of it now than he had since this whole scenario started, simply agreed with Toby. "ok, I will beg Brandon to let me kiss his butt"

Seth returned to his position facing Brandons incredibly hot bubble butt, and began begging, but the words had a hard time forming. "Brandon... would it be ok if... you know... if I like... ya know like, kiss... kiss your butt?"

Brandon began laughing hysterically, as he turned around to face Seth who at this point had this totally sad expression on his face, and asked Seth a very simple question. "Hey, fag-boy... are you asking me permission to kiss my fucking ass... is that what your up to?"

Seth, feeling as though there was no freaking way that he could ever feel as humiliated as he did a moment ago while begging a classmate for such an inappropriate favor, now felt as though the whole floor opened up and he was slipping through. "Ya, could I please kiss your sexy looking butt, Brandon?"

Still in a fit of laughter, Brandon turned back around so that his hot butt was in Seths face.

Once again Toby interfered. "ok, so far... you're doing fine... but I want you to start begging him all over again... only this time instead of calling him Brandon... I think it would be more appropriate if you start referring to him as Master Brandon, and this means while you two are at school as well... I mean...after all, he is your master... and you'll soon be his little cum-dump, bitch-boy, slave-boy, fuck-slave ...whatever... aint that right, faggot? Oh and by the way... as for me... you'll start referring to me as Sir, no matter where we are... got it?"

Seth, looked as though he was about to break down, but he held it together, and nodded to Toby. "yes, Sir... I understand"

A huge smile covered Toby's face as he stood to the side of Seth. "good, now kiss my cock-head right on the piss-slit... then tell me how much you're gonna love being our bitch-boy"

Seth leaned in and gave the schools football jocks cock-head a nice warm kiss directly on his piss-slit. "Sir, I'm going to love being a bitch to both you and Master Brandon"

With that said both Toby and Brandon went into hysterics, laughing till they were in tears. Toby and Brandon quickly high fived each other, before Brandon got back in front of Seth. "ok, faggot, remember to beg me nicely... or I may not let you ever kiss my ass again"

Once again in position, Seth began his pleading. "Master Brandon, may I please kiss your butt"

Toby couldn't resist, he was having way too much fun. "ok faggot, you almost got it down... but not quite"

This had Brandon laughing his ass off yet again. "Come on dude... leave him alone... so we can get this over and move on to the good stuff... K?"

A dead serious Toby just shook his head. "no way, man... He keeps referring too your beautiful ass as a butt... that's like calling a Ferrari, a car... he needs to show your hot, sexy ass some respect... then we can move on"

Again heavy laughter from Toby and Brandon, as poor Seth knelt on the floor and raised his hand to speak.

Toby gave him permission. "What is it fag-boy? and this better be good"

"I think I get it Sir... I'll show Brandons ass the respect it deserves... I promise"

This had both Brandon and Toby hugging their guts laughing all over again.

Toby gave in. "ok, one more try at this, you two get in position... and so help me, faggot, you better get it right, this time... or else"

With Seth in place, kneeling with his face practically touching Brandons wicked hot bubble butt, he began his begging in earnest. "please, Master Brandon... may I have permission to kiss your beautiful, sexy ass, I promise to show my respect for it always, by kissing your ass whenever you want me too"

This had Toby once again in hysterics, but Brandon just let out a little giggle, for some reason, Seths promise of respect, and calling Brandon Master, had totally turned Brandon on like nothing before. "That's good enough for me... start worshiping my ass you pathetic little, faggot"

Toby wasn't happy with Brandon calling the shots, but he loved how his best friend degraded Seth so humiliatingly, that he decided to let Brandons little error slip by.

Hesitating for just a wee bit, totally not believing what he was about to do, Seth leaned in and pressed his sweet sexy lips against the tougher classmates well muscled and wicked firm left ass globe and kissed its smooth surface.

With Brandon in a state of total awe and now literally speechless, it was his best bud that gave the next few demands. "again... kiss it again, and this time, kiss it like you mean it... use some tongue when you kiss it... like you know... French kiss it, I wanna see a big wet spot right on my buds ass cheek"

A wicked loud moan escaped Brandons vocal cords just from those words alone, even before Seth obeyed Tobys latest command.

With his face pressed against Brandons wicked tight bubble butt, Seth began giving his young master the respect he deserved. It most certainly had to have broken a record somewhere in this world for being the longest drawn out ass cheek kiss, leaving a nice sizable wet circle as proof.

However if Seth thought for a fleeing second that this dirty task was finally over, the poor dude had a major downer... heading right his way.

Toby wanted his best friend to actually feel what it was like to be totally worshipped in every aspect of the word.

Before Seth was to feel and taste any other remaining part of this hunky jock-boys perfect body, Toby had him spend a lot more time worshipping the tough boys beautiful and sexy as hell ass.

After French kissing both cheeks, Seth was ordered to lick between the cheeks, up and down for a good fifteen minutes, driving poor Brandon way over the edge. "Oooooh fuck... oooh fuck... that feels so frigging awesome... never... never, oh damn... never have I felt anything like this before... I can't believe this... feels so good. What a fag... oooh fuck, I'm gonna love dominating this bitch... he's gonna think he's been to hell and back before he's released to his brother...oooh yeeeaaah... He's gonna be making love to every frigging muscle on my body... over and over again, every chance I get...oooh fuck yeeaah, gonna make him eat all of my filthy jocks too... inside out"

It took some time watching his newest slave-boy busy at work on his best buds ass, before young master Toby pulled him away, but time was running out, and there was so much more humiliation Toby wanted Seth to go through before leaving that day.

"ok, butt-breath... time to move onto newer pastures"

Feeling himself being pulled away from Brandons hot sexy bubble butt, and the wicked humiliating task, of worshipping it, Seth sighed a breath of relief. "now crawl in front of him... time to continue the magical tour, start just above his jock-band... and nuzzle that nose of yours, and those queer lips against those rock hard abs, and work your way up that chiseled wash-board... yeeaah... don't forget to use your queer hands, we want ya to actually feel that rock-hard eight-pack all over, faggot. We sure don't want ya to miss any of the fun... that's it... rub those frigging bulges all over... feel what it's like to have real muscles, not like the useless ones that you have that are just for show... YEEEAAH, there you go... fucking lick em without being told... bout fucking time you start showing some enthusiasm. That's the problem with you fags... we jock-boys give you an opportunity to worship our bods, and the only respect we get in

return is the respect that we are forced to demand from ya"

Poor Seth just could not escape the humiliation no matter what he did, ok, so it's true that he began brushing his tongue over those hard ridges lining Brandons solid eight-pack, totally on his own, without it being demanded of him, but it would have been demanded anyway, right?

The thing is though, if you were to sneak a quick peak at Seths own package, you would swear that he was liking the sweet taste of a way hot looking, well toned, wicked sexy, jock-boy, even if he was a bit concerned that the dude was in some of his classes.

Brandon himself was certainly enjoying the power and control he now had on a dude he just yesterday admired. "OH YEAH... look at you go... your just loving the taste of me, aint ya. Well, my little fag-boy... as the saying goes... you aint tasted nuttin yet, and I can not wait for you to be tasting the biggest muscle I have, gonna fucking drown you with my warm cum... that's if you survive the choking part"

It's suffice to say that even Toby was looking forward to viewing that part of the magical tour. "ok, queer-boy, time to move on upward, feast that queer tongue of yours onto those awesome looking pecs... yeah, suck on those eraser stub nipples for a few. Bet you've sucked on Grants pecs often enough, huh? Amongst other things, I might add... thing is, it doesn't make sense to me... why did he need my cousin when he had you in the very next room... any ole time he wanted"

Seth must have had about enough of Toby going on about Grant using his own little bro to get off with.

Pulling his flushed face away from Brandons hard as rock pecs, he lashed out at the dude he now hated most. "Shut your frigging mouth about my brother... I have never done anything with him... that's all just part of your fucking sick mind... and you can say what you want about Grant, but deep down you must know that in time he will totally destroy you... now you can beat me up for saying this shit ... but the truth is, he's way more of a man than you will ever be, and you are sooo gonna be allowed to see that for yourself"

Surprisingly, Toby just sat there taking it all in, even allowing Seth to finish his little speech, he then smiled at his newest bitch. "no way, man, I'm a total believer in free speech... I'm not gonna beat you up again, least not tonight. Nope, that job for now gets handed over to my best bud Brandon... once he's gotten his rocks off, and before you leave here tonight... I wanna watch him use some of his awesome wrestling moves on you... gonna put you into a world of hurt and humiliation... and another thing, you fucking little fag, I don't care that it wasn't Grant that used you... I'm just happy that whoever it was... took the time to teach you... how to be a good cock-sucker. Now continue on with your tour... move on to his biceps, rub your queer hands all over them... then kiss them both, and lick em good, I want you to taste their power, before you get to actually feel it "

Meanwhile, Brandon didn't waste a second before flexing his mighty guns to the max, striking a double bicep pose, showing off his nice perfectly rounded baseball size cannon balls, and waiting patiently for his very first bitch-boy to begin worshipping them.

Seth stood, and moved in towards Brandon's own face, the two gazed into each others eyes for a brief second, before Brandon formed some saliva inside his mouth and then spat right into Seth's face, he then gave Seth a smirk as the spit oozed from just below Seths right eye down his cheek and came to rest onto Seth's sexy lips. "EAT IT, BITCH"

To say that Seth was a wee bit shocked at this latest act, and with the command that followed, would be an understatement, the poor seventeen year old had never in his life experienced such humiliation, being told to eat another kids spit... in his mind was even lower than having to kiss another dudes ass.

Yet as degrading as it might have been, the mean expression on Brandon's face was even worse.

Seth, squinting his beautiful eyes, and with his facial expression contorted, sucked the gob of spit inside his mouth, and held it there briefly before finding the courage to actually swallow, but swallow he did.

Brandon, grinned devilishly before ordering Seth to open up wide, and obeying his wicked tough classmate, Seth received an even larger gob of spit, landing directly inside his mouth.

Brandon smiled at how obedient his new bitch was, and felt power way beyond anything he had ever experienced in his young seventeen years."EAT IT"

Toby, meanwhile was probably even more shocked at that aggressive act from his bud, than Seth was, if that is at all possible. He sat straddling his weight bench with his mouth agape, totally speechless probably for the first time in his life.

Brandon smiled broadly as he watched Seth gulp down the last wad of fresh spit, then waited to see if Seth was going to man up and start some shit with him.

When Seth just hung his head in shame, Brandon grabbed himself a fistful of Seth's hair and roughly brought his head up to meet the waiting, bulging, cannon balls. "You're forgetting something, bitch... now kiss and worship my frigging guns"

With Seth's warm tongue and lips doing it's thing on Brandon's left bicep, his hand was busy feeling and gently massaging Brandon's right bicep at the same time.

A total look of power and control now permanently attached to Brandon's young handsome face, he gazed over at Toby and caught his friend watching the scene intently, while busy massaging his own crotch.

Wanting to move on to bigger and better things, like fucking a scull, Brandon asked Toby if he was satisfied with the body worship thingy. "what do ya say?... you ready to watch him be brutally face fucked by me? Cause I gotta tell ya... I am way more than ready to take this scene to a whole new level... I soooo wanna watch and feel him choking on both the size of my cock as well as the size of my load"

Poor Toby was in a whole other world, he was totally dazed, amazed and mezzmarized all at the same time, a little surprised that his best bud could be so fucking aggressive, yes he knew that Brandon had it in him to be aggressive, but the aggression that was being displayed by Brandon was by far more intense than anything that Toby could have imagined. He couldn't even answer his best bud, he only nodded his head, giving Brandon the go ahead.

Talk about creating monsters, what Toby had unleashed in his best friend was evil, pure and simple, and the fact that Toby couldn't take his eyes off the total scene unfolding before him, did not go unnoticed by Brandon either. "Dude? You're really digging this... huh? Watching this pussy worship every frigging inch of me... yeah... you are. Well then you'd better brace yourself, cause you're really gonna love this scene, I guarantee it"

Grabbing a fistful of Seth's short blond hair with one hand and pushing downward on Seth's shoulders with his other hand, Brandon forced his new bitch down to his knees.

Now with his strong legs slightly spread, a well stretched and freshly soiled jock-strap pouch protruding outward, (freshly soiled because of the new wet spot now seeping through the cotton fabric) A young, power crazed, seventeen year old, High School jock, looked down at his classmate and spat in his face. "It's time for Thanksgiving dinner, bitch... and I mean that in more ways than one. I'm gonna feed you like you've never been fed before... and when you've finished your entire meal... you're gonna be telling me... how very thankful... you are... This, I promise"

Just those words alone brought a barely audible moan from Toby, yet loud enough to be heard by Brandon, as he glanced over at his bud and snickered. "Yeah... you're liking this alright... if watching me dominate the shit out of this fag-boy gets you off so much, you should have fucking found me a bitch to use... long ago"

Still speechless, Toby just gave a knowing nod.

The lack of criticism towards his remarks surprised Brandon, it was a rare occasion that Toby would allow Brandon to undermine him in any way.

This new altered state of mind, that Toby was displaying towards his best bud, only helped to boost Brandons self confidence, along with this new surge of power, rushing through his body and mind.

Using his thumb and forefinger to scoop his spit from where it landed on Seth's left cheek, Brandon ordered his new bitch to open wide. "K, open up, fag-boy... we're gonna need to lube your queer mouth and throat real good if you wanna take my massive cock all the way down... man I can't even begin to tell ya, just how much I'm gonna love watching my... long... thick... cock... literally... FUCK your face"

Brandon, appearing to push his power just a wee bit more, once again looked over at his long time friend. "So, maybe you're gonna wanna move your ass over here to the side of us... where you can have your self a ringside seat... this way you can watch up close my beautiful cock at work... as it drills it's way into this bitches scull"

Toby with his mouth still agape, and his right palm still massaging his huge cotton covered bulge, as his eyes remained glued at the sight of his best friends well muscled body... standing over one of their class mates... in a very masculine and triumphant stance, or maybe it was a pose... a deliberate pose, intended maybe... to intimidate... or dare we say lure.

Still without speaking a single word, Toby made his way over and sat on the mat, directly to the side of both dudes, allowing himself a birds eye view.

Totally amazed at how much Toby was allowing him to get away with, Brandon continued to push Toby's buttons.

Looking down at his best bud, Brandon snickered. "Maybe you'd like the honors of removing my jock for me"

At first, maybe thinking that he had not heard his friend correctly, Toby just stared quietly at the massive pouch, an inch or so from his chin.

It wasn't until Brandon turned his sexy hips, so that the wicked hot looking bulge of his jock was practically in Toby's face, that that those words and the act that followed seemed to have woken up the beast, so to speak, as Toby glared directly into his best friends eyes. "Don't push your luck, bitch"

Brandon grinned down at his bud. "just making sure you're still awake, dude"

Focusing now into Seth's sexy eyes, Brandon gave his next order. "So... let the show begin... get this fucking jock off me, fag-boy. Then KISS my frigging balls for real, before licking them clean"

Obeying Brandon as though he'd been doing so for years, Seth didn't even hesitate before reaching up, and with his fingers inside the sexy jock, with the logo `Diesel' written across it's wide waistband, he began to gently tug, downward.

With the slightly soiled jock now resting at Brandons feet, his magnificent weapon with it's big firemans helmet shaped head, after nearly putting out Seths left eyeball, now rested just beneath it.

The sight itself was quite humorous with both Brandon and Toby laughing hysterically at their new found bitch, with Seth taking in the sight of Brandons thick shaft, literally cross-eyed.

After nearly two minutes with such a close-up view, Seth was offered a bit of help from the owner of the eye candy... to ease the situation. "Hey bitch, let me help you out here, otherwise your pretty eyes may stay crossed like that forever"

Stepping back about several inches, using his left hand to grab the back of Seths head and holding it tight, while wrapping his right fist around his thick tool, then using it as though it really were a weapon, Brandon proceeded to pummel Seth's face all over.

Slapping Seths right cheek, then his left, a hard wallop to the forehead, Brandon seemed to totally enjoy the cock-whipping he was administering to the face of his new bitch, non stop.

With a huge sinister grin pasted to his face, Brandon spoke to no one in general. "oooooh fuck, man... I've always wanted to do this to another dude. You like being beat-up by my big dick, queer-boy... huh? Better answer me faggot... or I swear I'll do this to you in the fucking school parking lot, just before first bell. You like the feel of my big cock slapping you in the frigging face, BITCH?... I know that I sure as hell fucking love it. Now answer me, or else"

Trying desperately to fight off the wicked feeling of total humiliation, Seth did his best to answer, while being brutally bashed in the face by another dudes hard as steel cock. "NO... I mean not really... master!"

Pretending to be hard of hearing, Brandon continued with the brutal, cock-whipping. "What was that fag-boy... I didn't hear you"

Wincing, and blinking his eyes, in between hard whops to the face, Seth tried once again to answer, certainly not wanting to be in this position outside his school. "I said... I'm not really liking this very much... each slap stings a little... plus I can feel you leaving wet spots all over my face"

These remarks brought a hearty laugh from both Brandon and Toby. "That's my cock drool being smeared all over your queer face, you stupid fuck... now let me get this straight... you say you're not liking it very much... hmmm, does that mean you're liking it a little? Cause the thing is... I am really fucking loving it... ya know what I mean"

Seth may have missed the touch of humor, but Toby was once again rolling on the floor in hysterics.

After what appeared to be a good fifteen minutes of non stop facial cock whipping, leaving his bitches face streaked with a few red marks and literally covered in pre-jizz, Brandon was ready to get on with far better entertainment.

Still with a tight grip to the back of Seths head, Brandon gave his next command.

"KISS my balls, queer-boy"

The sight of one well muscled school jock on his knees in front of another, well that's a sight to behold, but in this case, watching one school athlete standing over another with his well toned legs slightly spread, his right hand on the back of the kneeling jocks head, and his nice size ball sack being kissed by the one on his knees, well, then you add to that scene the verbal humiliation, and the fact that the dude standing is truly an alpha male, dominating the crap out of the weaker jock, well it's enough to get a straight dude off, and that's exactly what happened to Toby, he just couldn't control himself any longer.

Watching up close and personal, as Seth leaned in and gave the huge nut-sack a quick kiss, followed by two more kisses, each a little longer, each a little wetter, was just about enough to send Toby over the edge, but it was Brandons next command that did it. "Dude? That was decent... now lets say you bury your nose in my frigging pubes and leave it there for a couple, I want you to get to know what a real jock smells like... then start cleaning my fucking pubes with your queer tongue, bitch"

With those words, Toby jumped to his feet. "let me use him for a second, I'm ready to blow... and I wanna do it inside his mouth" Not believing that anything in the whole world could ruin his high at the moment, Brandon was pissed. "NOW?... Really?... You serious, dude?... THIS CAN'T WAIT A FEW?... I'm just getting to the good part, for fuck sake" "yes, now... this will just take a moment... and I don't wanna be wasting this jizz, not when we have a cum-dump right at our fingertips... besides, I told you... I want his belly filled with our cum before we release him to his bro"

Without another word spoken, Toby grabbed Seths head twisted it sideways, and yelled. "OPEN UP, BITCH... your kind class-mate has some milk shake to share with you"

Being torn away from Brandon, and now back under Tobys control, poor Seth actually growled, a loud dog like growl, causing both Toby and Brandon to look at each other and laugh.

Brandon again showing his new found braveness towards his best bud, just had to comment on the growl. "Dude? I don't think he likes you very much, he doesn't show that anger towards me while under my control... or maybe... I'm more his type... and you're just not butch enough for him"

Toby gave his bud a smirk before plunging his hard seven inch fuck-tool inside Seths mouth, then grabbing both ears and yanking on them roughly, he gave his strong hips a powerful thrust, brutally and mercilessly driving his entire seven inches all the way in and down, deep down, till Seths nose was once again literally buried in a dense forest of jock pubes.

Seth, began choking, gagging, and fighting just to breathe, it was as if Toby wanted or rather needed to feel what he was missing out on the first couple of times, when Seth managed to take the whole seven inches without literally fighting for his life, this time would be different, poor Seth was caught so totally off guard by the wicked quick, and brutally forceful entry to his throat.

Slamming his clenched fists into the sides of Tobys powerful thighs, over and over again, Seth truly began fighting for his life, along with his uncontrollable gagging and constant choking.

All this and the sight of Seths eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, was all that tough-boy Toby needed to convince himself of the power he had over this wicked submissive class-mate, and to bring his churning seaman to a boiling point.

The first volley of hot jock-jizz went straight down the tube, so to speak, but then Toby quickly withdrew his cunt-basher till just the perfectly mushroom shaped head remained inside the mouth.

Tightening his powerful grip on Seths ears, and holding the dudes head in place, Tobys throbbing love muscle continued exploding with countless volleys of fresh cum. "This is more like it, bitch, you fighting all the way... fucking turns me on... more than you'll ever know... but as always... in the end... I always conquer... the conquest. Now get a good taste of my ALPHA seed, queer-boy...and I promise you this... before we turn you over to your bro... you will be soooo totally addicted to the taste of our jock-boy cum... you'll be calling and begging us... for just one more mouthful... on a regular basis... now SWALLOW, and you better fucking swallow it all"

As the two tougher dominating jocks stood over their kneeling class-mate and watched their submissive bitch swallow the entire mouthful of the sweet tasting jizz, then finish the job as he was trained earlier by Toby, by licking the awesome looking cock-head thoroughly clean, they gave each other a condescending look, almost as though they were silently challenging each other to see which of the two could be a more aggressive, and dominating, seventeen year old bitch-master.

If you are betting on Toby cause he has far more experience, you should also keep in mind that Brandon has four years of pent up frustration, as well as a far greater need to prove his stature as a man, if only to himself... and maybe Seth.

As the two tough high school jocks stood over their newest plaything, or should we use the term, toy, and as they focused their attention now on his worshipping techniques, both dudes were totally surprised with what took place next.

When it became apparent that his job of servicing Toby was complete, Seth picked up right where he left off... without even being ordered to do so.

He leaned in and began licking clean the dense forest of pubes as well as the nut-sack of his way tough classmate, his new master, Brandon.

Giving his best friend a huge smirk, the seventeen year old former high school wrestling captain took a triumphant stance, and offered a tiny bit of phrase for his new bitch. "Yeeeaaah... good job... I didn't even have to tell ya... I think you like the taste of my big balls...huh? Maybe... you even love them! Why don't you take one inside your faggot mouth and suck on it... get it real clean... maybe get my cum boiling at the same time"

Strange thing is, Seth didn't need to be told twice, opening wide, he took his classmates nice size, left nut, and sucked it inside his hungry mouth, not even giving it a second thought.

This act was almost as though he was going out of his way to please Brandon one hundred percent, while openly showing his distaste for his other classmate.

Toby took notice and was quick to diss his new toy. "look at the fucking fag, he couldn't wait to wash your frigging balls for you... inside his queer mouth, no less... I'm starting to think the faggot is in love with you... or something"

Brandon looked his bud Toby in the eyes and smiled. "telling ya dude... you're just not man enough for him. After all, he's just a submissive boy... who needs a tough alpha jock to control him... and apparently, unlike yourself, I seem to fit that mold perfectly... don't you think? I mean just look at him... he's perfectly content... sucking my left nut like it was a lollypop"

If Brandon had learned nothing else about his best friend after all these years, he had learned which buttons to push. Toby, looking at his wicked well muscled friend up and down, felt the need to put his friend back in line. "Watch your mouth, dude, or I'll be more than happy to show you just how fucking much of an alpha male I am. After all, I managed to keep you in line... since grade school... or do you need me to refresh your memory... as to who the BOSS is around here? Cause I gotta tell ya... I wouldn't have a problem slapping you around... especially in front of your happy lil bitch"

Brandon waited till Toby turned his head before giving his friend a smirk. Then quickly pulled Seths head away from his ball-washing duties. "OK, fag... time to take your appetizer away and get you started on the main course... work the head of my cock for a few... wash my piss-slit real good with that queer tongue of yours... and don't forget to lick under the ridge... I'm gonna teach you how to take good care of us jock-boys... and especially... how to keep us happy"

Hearing this, Toby quickly checked the cam on his computer making sure everything was in order, and still running properly. Even though he already had more than enough damaging video to send to Grant, his thought was, the more humiliation, the better.

Meanwhile, if Seth was at all bothered with the latest demand from his new master, he certainly wasn't showing it, there was no hesitation in the least, taking Brandons awesome looking cock-head between his sweet lips, Seth quickly added lots of warm tongue to it, taking to Brandons dick as though it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing to another class-mate.

This of course totally sent Brandon over the edge, throwing his head in the air, eyes to the ceiling, mouth agape, and moaning like a sick cow.

It was most definitely the lack of fight coming from Seth that totally pissed off Toby.

Moving quickly behind Seth, Toby grabbed the back of Seths head and roughly pushed downward, forcing his new toy to deep throat his class-mates thick seven inch tool.

"why aren't you fighting this, you frigging fag... are you so into sucking dick, and worshiping another jocks muscles that you just can't get enough... is that it...huh?"

Even the uncontrolled gagging, and the obvious choking now coming from his newest bitch, wasn't enough to stop Toby from roughly holding Seths head in place.

With his nose buried deep into Brandons bush, tears flowing non stop, and his tight fists now pounding onto Brandons thighs, Seth truly felt he was about to pass out.

It was Brandon yelling at Toby that finally saved Seth from doing just that, saving him from being knocked unconscious by another dudes cock. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! The fags blowing me... not you. When he's doing you... then you can use him however you like... but he's doing me now... and I'll fuck his face my way"

It was most likely the shock of it all, being yelled at so sternly from his best bud, that caused Toby to quickly ease up on the pressure he was applying to the back of Seths head, and within seconds, he backed away from Seth, watching gleefully, as his new bitch fell off Brandons thick rod and onto the floor in a fetal position, tightly clutching his throat and gagging his brains out.

Toby began laughing at the site on the floor. "Look at him, he's choking his guts out... you frigging plugged up his throat good with that power tool of yours... guess he isn't such a pro at sucking cock after all, huh? Yeeaah, he needs just a little more practice at deep throating. After he gets you off... maybe I'll let him choke on my dick for a few more hours, before letting him go home"

Toby then looked his best friend in the eye, and gave him a warning. "Telling ya, dude, don't ever raise your voice to me, again, like you just did, or I seriously will beat you up so bad... you may not wake up for a month. You better be hearing me man, cause I am totally serious. I mean what the fuck... here I am sharing my new toy with you and everything... and all you been doing since you arrived is give me fucking attitude, what's up with that shit, Huh? You think cause your getting some head, that you're the new boss and you can diss me like that? You, mouthing off to ME... isn't gonna happen without you getting a major beating, dude... so stop while your ahead"

If Brandon was paying any attention to Toby's harsh warning, he wasn't showing it, he had only one thing on his mind at the moment, and that was to totally face fuck his class-mate, another popular high-school jock in his own right, one that up till now had hidden his secret pretty damn well, and as Brandon stood over him, he began snapping his fingers at Seth, and pointing to his stiff power tool. "Come on, bitch... breaks over... time to get back to work... show me what a good SLAVE you're gonna be for me"

Seth, somewhat back to normal now, after being nearly choked out, made it up onto his knees, and waited for the order.

Although he had a huge smirk on his face, Brandon was actually quite pleased. "what you waiting for? KISS my balls! Then KISS my piss-slit, and beg me to fuck your scull... as rough as I want"

Once again not hesitating, Seth leaned down and planted a long wet kiss right on the hefty sack of his new seventeen year old master. Then moving right along, he lifted his head, opened his mouth, and using his tongue, he lapped away at the cum drool, before giving Brandons piss-slit a nice long wet kiss.

Remembering the rest of his order, Seth looked up into Brandons grinning eyes and like any good slave, he began begging. "Please Master Brandon... will you please fuck my face... as rough as you want? I'll try to be a good slave to you... I promise... just please don't beat me up"

Toby just shook his head in disgust. "I really can't believe how frigging pathetic you are, FAGGOT, literally begging one of your classmates to fuck your face... add to that... your asking him to fuck it as hard as he wants. I've got news for you queer-boy... when it's my turn again... you wont have to beg me... cause I'm gonna drill a hole right threw your head, with my big power tool... you're gonna be so full of cum, that by the time your brother gives us what we want... you'll be pissing it out"

Brandon had to actually laugh at that one himself. "He's right, bitch, we each pump out large loads of sperm, so between the two of us... you'll have more than a tummy full in no time... now I give you permission to blow me, but... you better make it good, slave-boy"

To say that Brandon was more than ready would have been an understatement, his thick seven inches, was most definitely a cock to be worshiped. Now at full mast, with a beauty of a cock-head, and slightly protruding veins to add to it's wicked masculine look, Brandon MacVanes cock if ever entered into `THE BEST LOOKING COCK' contest would easily win, hands down, no punt intended.

It appears as though our young handsome gymnast, would have been one of the first to cast a vote in that direction, along with the many others. However, maybe... he was just simply hypnotized by the wicked cute, well muscled, tough as nails, class-mate standing over him, proclaiming to be his young master. "I gave you permission to blow me, slave-boy, now get to it"

Seth, not showing an ounce of disgust, or for that matter, not even a frown appeared on his handsome seventeen year old face, as he opened wide and took the sexy looking cock-head inside his mouth and sucked on it as gently as he could.

Using his tongue, along with the cavity of his upper mouth, Seth softly massaged Brandons beautiful looking cock-head, sending his young master over the edge. "Oooooh fuck... ooooh shiiiit... that feels so fucking rad... keep doing what you're doing... ooooh yeeeaaah... your queer tongue is making my cock feel soooo friggging goooood"

As awesome as it may have felt to Brandon, it wasn't long before he began inserting more of his seven inches into Seths face.

With a tight grip onto the back of his classmates head, young master Brandon, began to thrust an inch or two at a time inward. "Yeah... that's it fag... take your masters cock... show me just how much you love the taste of my dick, bitch"

Not showing any signs of a struggle yet, with only a few inches inside his mouth, Seth's mind was busy wondering just how it was, that his own plans of owning a bitch went so wrong.

He thought, if only he had taken his time, he knew for sure that there were more than a few fags at his school, surely, any one of them would have felt privileged to be on their knees, looking up at the handsome, well muscled gymnast.

Before he had more time to dwell on what coulda been, or shoulda been, Brandon, roughly subjected his good looking slave to a few more inches of hard steely jock-boy cock, causing Seth to let out his first cough, or uncontrolled gag.

Seth immediately looked up into the eyes of his class-mate master, and the smirk on Brandons face was priceless. "You'd better get used to this, faggot... I'm gonna be using your face whenever, and wherever I frigging choose... and that little choking sound is just the beginning of our awesome relationship"

With that said, Seth was subjected to another couple of inches being roughly forced into his head.

Still, only slightly gagging, Seth held his own. It appeared that he was more than determined to please Brandon, for whatever reason.

With about five solid, rock hard inches in his mouth, our young, cute, and very sexy Gymnast, began to gag a little more often.

It may not have been the amount of hard, thick jock-boy cock in his mouth, that was causing Seth to choke, but the rough treatment being used by his master, as Brandon gave up on being gentle, and decided he would add a little more drama to the occasion, by using brute force to penetrate the scull of his new slave. "Fuck yeeaah... take it, bitch, choke on my big cock, FAGGOT"

Not sure what caused the demon to appear within Brandon, but it sure as hell delighted Toby to witness his best friends bad-boy twin to show up and take over. "Ya... now were talking... shove that iron dick down his throat... make him frigging choke big time... oooh yeah, what an awesome sound... you choking on my buds dick... gag, you frigging pussy"

Surely, by now Seth had to be wondering witch of these two well developed jocks were the less of the two evils, but it was obvious still, that for now, if he had to choose one or the other as a favorite, it would be Brandon, but why he would, he wasn't so sure.

What happened next only confused Seth that much more.

With Brandon easing his cock out of Seth's mouth, it made the handsome gymnast wonder if maybe he had accidently scrapped his classmates dick with his teeth.

It wasn't that at all, hearing the praise coming from his best friend, something he had so yearned for, for so long, suddenly awoke the bad-boy inside Brandon.

With just the head of his cock remaining inside Seths mouth, Brandon tightened his grip on the back of his slaves head, then using his sexy hips, he roughly and brutally gave his cock a mighty thrust forward, till Seths upper lip and nose were pressed tightly against the hot jock-boys dense forest, of pubes.

Toby, couldn't decide where to rest his eyes, seeing the faggot struggle, really struggle. Listening to the new bitch gag and choke uncontrollably, watching as Seths fists kept pounding away at Brandons thighs of steel, witnessing the tears flowing so freely now, down the sides of the fags cheeks, well it thrilled Toby beyond words.

Yet, looking up at his best bud, and seeing that mean smirk pasted to his face as Brandon looked down at his new bitch, and held the dudes head tightly attached to his groin, and as Toby listened to the evil words coming from his best bud, he couldn't for the life of him decide which scene was the hottest.

Brandon was reminding his classmate, or rather his new slave-boy, just what the future held in store for him. "Like I said, faggot... get used to having my hot frigging cock embedded in your tight cock-sucking throat... I plan on fucking your queer face on a regular basis. Gonna have you down on the ground in the school parking lot licking my frigging sneakers clean. Maybe even put you down on the floor on your hands and knees, and ride you around the gym, like you were my pony. Make you hold my dick while I'm pissing at the school urinal, it would be just a matter of time before all the guys at school know and understood, that you're my personal boy-bitch. Ya, I'm gonna make up a list of stuff that I'll be expecting from you"

All the time that Brandon was rambling on about how Seth would be performing for him, he continue to hold Seths head tightly to his groin, listening to his classmate gag and choke non stop.

This time it was Toby who came to Seths rescue, kinda. "Hey bro, his face is turning blue... if you want to get off inside his mouth while he's awake, then you better give him some time to breathe"

Brandon, looked over at his bud and nodded his head, there was no way he wanted his new bitch to pass out on him, at least not before enjoying a mouthful of his young masters warm cum.

Pulling all the way out, but still clutching tightly to Seths head to keep him from collapsing to the mats, Brandon watched with that same smirk pasted to his lips, as his new slave-boy struggled to revive himself.

Clutching his throat, with both hands as he continued to gag, choke and wheeze, and with the tears still flowing down his face from the brute force, with which Brandon had plugged his throat.

Yet, even with all that, Seths main thoughts were of him being used as a pony inside the gym at school, and licking Brandons sneakers in the parking lot, and holding his young masters cock for him while he pissed at the schools urinals.

So much humiliation to look forward to, and that was just part of Brandons list?

Seth felt his head being raised, and was soon looking his new young master Brandon, directly in the eyes. He watched horrified as Brandon gathered some saliva in his mouth, and then spat in Seths face. "Breaks over, faggot, time to get back to work... and no more breaks till you are literally chocking on the amount of warm cum I deposit in your mouth"

Within just seconds, Seth was once again seemingly fighting for his life as his new master mercilessly fucked his scull with brutal force.

It really didn't take Brandon long to strike up a steady rhythm of pumping his power tool in and out of Seths face and throat and with such speed that it even had Tobys eyes bulging out.

Seth, meanwhile had his hands pasted to Brandons outer thighs, using all his strength to push his evil classmate master away, but of course it was all to no avail, and after several moments he just gave up and submitted to the brutal scull fucking

The funny thing is, Seth was just beginning to feel comfortable with Brandons thick, seven inch dick inside his mouth, even adjusting to the sweet taste of it, even believing that in time he might even enjoy using his tongue to lather the thick sweet tasting love muscle. Maybe even be ok with the strong, well muscled cock pumping in and out of his mouth.

After several more moments passed, and with Seth nearly ready to black out literally, and just when he felt he might even die, while being mercilessly face fucked beyond imagination, he felt Brandons cock expand even more, and just when he felt he couldn't possibly hang in there, his mouth began to fill with a warm sweet tasting fluid.

As Seth knelt there with the feeling of his masters strong cock literally throbbing inside his mouth, and swallowing what his mind could only imagine was cupfuls of another dudes warm jizz, his thoughts were that it's finally over, at least the worse is over, and another interesting feeling entered his mind, this dudes cum is actually sweet tasting, not really all that bad, then he thought, is that even possible?

Brandon held tightly to Seths head, not wanting to release it till he was positively sure that his classmate had swallowed every last drop. "wholly shit, man, that was a frigging huge amount of cum I just shot... did you swallow it all, queer-boy? Cause I'm not letting go of your head till you do... and another thing... you can expect a lot of jizz each and every time... so get use to that too"

Seth nodded his head when asked if he had swallowed it all, Brandon pulled out and ordered Seth to open wide to prove it.

Still wearing that nasty smirk, Brandon finally released his boy-bitch and allowed the dude to fall helplessly to the mats.

Brandon looked over to his best bud, and smiled for the first time in nearly thirty minutes. "Fuck... that was so wicked awesome... I swear I could fuck his face four more times tonight"

Toby was speechless, literally lost for words, he had developed a new feeling of respect for his best bud, respect that he hadn't felt towards him in years, he even flinched when Brandon raised his hand to high five him. Hmm, did Toby also develop a tinge of fear for his best pal as well?

After high fiving each other several times, Toby walked over and used his bare feet to turn Seth over onto his back. Then straddled his upper chest, with his strong thighs resting on each side of Seths face. "You're not done yet, bitch... told you... I'm gonna fuck your face again... and maybe again after that... and then you're gonna call your rents and tell them you're spending the night at your friend Brandons house... he claims he can get off four more times tonight... only wish I could be there to watch"

A still smiling Brandon interrupted his bud. "Sounds awesome to me... but before he blows you again... I want him in the bathroom... he's gonna practice holding my dick... while I piss"

Surprisingly, Toby didn't give his best bud shit for interrupting him, as was always the case in the past, and even more surprisingly, he dismounted Seth, and bowed to his best friends command. " sure thing bro... take your time"

To be continued.

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