Many Conquests of Young Austin

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"The Many Conquests of Young Austin"

My Favorite Conquest pt. 2

The defeated, humiliated look on Chip's face, as he knelt in front of me, sobbing silently, would have been enough revenge, I suppose, for your average dude, but those of you that know me, know that I'm far from your average dude.

With Chip, it was way more than just revenge for me, and also, he was waaay more than just another conquest.

Turning Shane's idol, into a cocksucker, meant punishing Shane as well, a little more so than I had been doing for the past few years. I mean, making my older brother Shane blow me, and grow to worship me, wasn't really very much punishment in my eyes, since he had already been turned into a cocksucker by his best friend Chip!

So I figure if I had a video clip I could show him, of his former best friend, his idol, his hero, not only sucking the cum out of my dick, and drinking my piss, but worshiping my body as well, it would certainly be the ultimate punishment for my bro Shane!

Inflicting this punishment on Chip, which ultimately was also punishing Shane, would be a form of closure for me, allowing me to put what has happened to my family, behind me for a little while, but that didn't mean I would be done with humiliating Chip..... he'd be my favorite cocksucker for a long while, or at least till he finished school!

I grinned down into Chip's eyes, as he knelt there. "So dude, tell me, which did you like better, the taste of my thick cream, or my piss?"

Still kneeling there with his back against the tree, sobbing silently, he managed to find enough balls to tell me off. "You're a royal fucking asshole, Austin! Why did you have to shoot in my mouth, man, then piss in it.......huh? Wasn't having me BLOW you ......enough HUMILIATION? You're just as much an asshole, as the rest of your fucked up family.....and just for the record, there isn't anything you can do to me now, that will be worse than what you just did, so.......keep that in mind....while you finish doing whatever it is, you feel you must do to me, K? But when it's all over, I'm still straight, not a fucking queer, faggot like your faggot brothers!"

I swear, the dude just wanted to feel my fists, and that's why he mouthed off like that. So, being the nice guy that I am, I decided to accommodate him.

I had already planned out in my mind what I wanted to do to him next, therefore, bloodying his face was out of the question.....for the moment!

I yanked him to his feet by two fists full of his hair, listening to him yelp loudly several times on his way up. I then placed my left forearm against his throat, holding him up against the tree, and began pummeling my right fist solidly into his abs.

I'm not sure how many power punches I landed in his gut, but it was enough, to have him begging me to stop. That is, whenever he could catch his breath long enough.... to beg, after I punched it out of him, over and over again. "Ooooooh God.....Austin....please, dude......I've had enough.....I'm sorry, dude! PLEEAASSE....enough already!"

Ignoring his cries for me to stop, I continued landing one power blow into his rugged abs, after another!

When I finished punching the shit out of his gut, I pulled my forearm away from his throat, and watched, as he slowly slid down the tree, crumbling into a fetal position, clutching his painful abs, and groaning like a sick mule.

I gave the bitch a few seconds to regain a little strength, before pulling him up by his hair once again. "Get up on your hands and knees, bitch. I wanna ride you like a pony over to the front door, then we're going up to my room, and have some more fun.

It took him another moment or so, to gather up enough strength, but soon enough, he was on all fours, like a good little faggot slave, waiting for me to mount his back!

I straddled him, with my bubble butt sitting solidly on his back, and my thick thighs draped over each of his sides. I lifted my legs off the ground, bending them, like in a school boy pin, so that he had all my muscular weight on top of him, then slapped him in the face to let him know I was ready for him to get moving. "Giddy-up, faggot....... once around the entire front lawn, then head for the entrance to the house!"

Sitting on top of Chip's back, with my thick legs practically wrapped around him, as I rode him around the front lawn, made me hard all over again.

The feel of my nut-sack resting on his back, and the friction it created with each little movement, along with the sensation of having this cunts helpless body between my muscular thighs..... began doing a number on my hormones! After riding him a few minutes, I was horny all over again! "K, bitch, head to the door, time to go inside."

I thought I caught a glimpse of one of the ranch hands standing next to the large oak tree. It was dark, but between the spot lights and the full moon, I managed to make out a little bit of the face, it was Brock, the youngest son of the ranch foreman.

I wasn't sure how long he had been standing there taking in the show, but it didn't phase me in the slightest, I loved performing my manly duties in front of an audience. Besides, if it was the foremens sixteen year old son, Brock, then he was probably envious as hell of me right about now! It was rumored at school, that he loved receiving head probably more so than any dude alive.

On the way upstairs, I jabbed Chip in the kidneys with my fist.

"K, Listen up, jock boy, once inside my room, I want you to go into my bathroom, strip down to your briefs, then crawl back to me, on your hands and knees. Got it, faggot?"

Once inside my bedroom, I waited till he was in the bathroom, stripping down for me, before I turned the cam to my computer on.

First thing I did was lift my window blinds, and spread the drapes wide apart, allowing Brock a good view. Then, I set up the cam to focus on the area in front of my bed, as well as the bed itself, finally, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the cunt to finish stripping.

Once he stepped out of the bathroom, I looked him in the eyes and smirked, while I wiggled my fore finger, motioning him over to me, then pointed the same finger down between my legs.

Not having to say a word, as I pointed to the floor, he new the silent command very well!

I waited till he knelt between my thighs, his face, crotch level, then assuming I wanted him to lean forward and kiss it, he did just that. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his pathetic attempt to please me! Then without any warning, I began wailing on him with countless slaps to his face. "Listen to me, you pitiful faggot, you don't get to kiss my dick, unless I give you permission to do so, got it? Now get busy removing my boots for me, queer-boy! After that, I want you to crawl into my bathroom, and just like when you used to bob for apples, I want you to sink your face into my hamper full of dirty clothes, and keep digging till you come across one of my dirty jock-straps, then bite into it, and bring it out here to me, with it hanging from your mouth.....but first let's get these boots of my feet....eh?"

He knelt there.... staring into my eyes, rubbing the stinging sensation my hand prints left on his face. I tell ya, if looks could kill....I would have been a goner. I loved how pissed off ....this whole scene was making him! "Better move it fag! Before I get up and turn those abs of yours into a bag of jelly! And you know I can do it! Remember, I want your eyes focused on mine all the time, got it?"

With him now kneeling between my spread legs, as I sat on the edge of the bed, he lifted my left leg first, and began pulling on my leather cowboy boot.

The task had taken him several minutes, removing my tight boots was more of a struggle than he had anticipated, as I sat there, staring into his eyes .......with a wide smirk across my face.

Once he had both my boots off, and still staring up into my eyes, I handed him another chore, before allowing him to move on into the bathroom. "That's a good little queer-boy, now stick your face into those boots, and take a nice long deep breath."

I rested my legs and feet on each of his shoulders, as he knelt there inhaling the odor from my boots. Then I smiled into the cam, and slowly nodded my head. "K, faggot, now kiss my feet, then get onto your next chore."

While keeping his eyes focused onto mine, he turned his head, first to the right, then kissed the sole of my foot. "Damn you're turning out to be a good little queer slave-boy, aintcha? Now how about you lick that sock for me, it shouldn't be too bad, I've only been wearing it since early this mornin!"

I fuckin loved it, as that angry look returned to his face. Glaring into my eyes. Yet not quite as brave as he was earlier, when he received a nice little beating...... for mouthing off.

He continued glaring into my eyes, while pressing his pink tongue onto the sole of my moist, slightly sweaty, white ankle length sock. Then as I squinted my own eyes, I barked at him. "I said LICK it, you fuckin little homo, and lick it like you do an ice cream bar. Now get the fuck to it, before I stomp on you!"

Without hesitating another second, he began moving his tongue up and down the sole of my foot, dampening the white cotton sock completely with his saliva.

At one point, he dared to pull his lips away from the sole of my foot, to plead with me. "Come-on Austin, your socks smell, and they're a little wet from being in your boots all day, how about giving me a break......please? I mean, I've been doing everything you say, so can we just skip over this......please, man?"

I gave him my meanest evil grin. "Get your fuckin cock lickin tongue back on my foot, blowboy......or so help me.....I'll kick your ass all over this ranch!"

With an angry look, and no further hesitations, he proceeded to worship my feet, brushing his wet tongue up and down the length of my socks, one foot after the other.

After licking the socks on both my feet, I placed the sole of my right foot flush against his face...... and gave it a shove, sending him reeling backwards several feet. I watched with a wide smirk, as he picked him self up off the floor, and stood glaring into my eyes, as though he was debating whether or not to come at me. "Oooooh yeeeaaah! Do bring it on.....do something about it.....I'm beggin ya to come at me, so I can take my time finishing you off real nice, then I'll drag your beaten body out to the bunk houses, and give the ranch hands some enjoyment tonight! .......so pleeaassse faggot, bring it on!"

I laughed out loud as he immediately dropped to his hands and knees, then crawled on all fours into the bathroom.

It was several minutes later, before he made his way back into my bedroom. The scene was soooo fuckin hot, here is one of our best high school wrestlers, in the whole country, crawling on his fuckin hands and knees for me, with one of my dirty jocks hangin from his mouth......woooooohooooooo!

The best part was, without him even realizing why I did it, I made him kneel facing the computer, and then the window for a few minutes, as I stood in back of him, smiling.

It was getting late by now, and I still had a list of things planned for his humiliation, and I wanted to get it all on the cam. So I stood in front of him, so that we were both facing the cam sideways, making sure that Brock had a good view as well. I began to strip off my jeans, very slowly, till I was standing in front of the bitch, wearing only my tight white briefs, and the white ankle socks, which were still damp from him licking them.

After sticking my hand inside the pouch of my briefs, and adjusting my hard-ware, I brought my hand out, and ordered Chip to open his mouth. " open up faggot, I just got my fingers dirty, and I want you to wash em for me."

His hesitation forced me to slap him as hard as I could, leaving my hand print on the side of his face, once again, and a tear rolling down his cheek from the force of my slap. He then quickly parted his lips and teeth for me, so I could sink the fingers that were playing with my awesome equipment a moment ago, inside his mouth, but before doing so, I drooled gobs of my spit onto them first. "Here you go, cocksucker, suck em clean, you fuckin homo, I want you to become familiar with the taste of my body, ever friggin bit of it. Remember, eyes attached to mine, so I can watch the enjoyment and the appreciation within them."

With my fingers, covered with my spit mixed with the sweat from my balls, now inside his mouth, I felt his tongue brush over and around my fingers, now, with a huge grin planted on my face, I watched as his face became contorted, as he took his first swallow! The look of total disgust, and hatred covered his face, as I watched his throat muscle move several times, while my sweat from my balls along with my spit, slid down his throat.

I let the cunt suck my fingers for a few minutes, before I pulled them out of his warm mouth, then with a tight grip of his hair, I pulled him to his feet. While smiling into his face, I flexed my pecs, and biceps, while tightening my abs. "Go ahead you homo, I know you wanna check out my bod, you've got my permission to remove your queer eyes from mine, so you can check out this awesome body!"

Not taking me up on my offer, he just stood there, glaring into my eyes, with that pissed off look of his.

I just continued smiling at him, impressed with his brave attitude, with him knowing by now, that the slightest little show of disobedience........ could get him a major fuckin beating!

"Go ahead, Chip, we both know your queer for me, bet you've been wantin to check out my muscles since you first arrived here tonight! You've already felt the powerful force behind them, now I'm giving you permission to actually see, and feel how hard they are, even taste em! Come-on queerboy, feel these guns! Then rub your hands over these awesome pecs of mine! Ooooh, and by the way, I'm not just givin ya permission, I'm givin ya an order, so start worshiping my hot bod, you fuckin low life bitch!"

Chip brought his right hand slowly up to my flexed, baseball size biceps, and then wrapped the palm of his hand over the solid mound of flesh, leaving it there for at least a couple of minutes, then while feeling the rock hard granite of my pecs, and with his fingertip, tracing the deep groove between them, he let out a slight sigh, while closing his eyes. Then whispered, half to himself, and half to me. "Holy shit, man, for being only sixteen years old, you're way buffed! You must work-out every damn day of the week, dude!"

I allowed his hands and fingertips to continue their tour, his palms resting a minute or more on the grooves of my tight eight pack. Then with my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him downward. "Don't forget the legs, faggot! I know you wanna feel these fuckin pythons of mine, go ahead, dickbreath, rub your palms up and down those muscular thighs!"

Chip musta knelt there close to five minutes, just brushin his palms up and down my flexed legs, concentrating mostly on my thick thighs. Finally, I just grabbed a fistful of his bushy black hair, and tilted his head backwards. "Man, you really get off on feeling another dudes muscles, huh? I mean, look at yourself, your fuckin droolin, dude! But enough of that for now, you'll get to really worship them in a bit, first I want ya to remove my underwear for me, then pick up that dirty jock and put it on me!........come-on fag, moooove it"

While standing over Chip, as he began to shimmy my tight boxer-briefs down over my thick legs, I felt power like never before, especially when my hard, thick tool ......flopped out and slapped him in the forehead, forcing him to jump back a bit.

I knew deep inside that even with the punishment my older brothers put him through, he wasn't really a fag, I mean that was a one time thing, but, I didn't care, the satisfaction of creating a cocksucker out of him, after what he did to my bro Shane, was the most excitement I had in my entire sixteen years.

I mean.... the shear energy flowing through my body and mind, having this tough, jock, athlete, on his knees, sucking my dick, amongst a few other extremely degrading acts ....that I had him performing, created within me, a feeling of tremendous power, control, and authority, far greater than what I already had within me! Far more than a sixteen year old boy like me, had the right to feel!

I purposely continued flexing all my muscles..... as my newest conquest, struggled, while pulling my worn and slightly soiled jock strap .....up over my legs.

While doing his best to keep his eyes glued to mine, I smirked, as he squeezed, and tucked my massive equipment inside my jock.

Suddenly, his eyes left mine, and shifted downwards, as he checked out the huge package, now within a hair of touching his lips.

Nah......I didn't get angry, actually, I laughed out loud, when his eyes remained glued to the sight in front of him, and not looking up into mine, as they should have been!

I placed my hand on the back of his head, and brought his face inward, so that his lips were pressed against the soft cotton, that just happened to be stained, in numerous places, from sweat, and other bodily fluids! "Yeah! Can't take your queer eyes off it.... NOW, can ya? I just knew my older bros were successful turning you into a fuckin faggot, you musta loved their thick cream, eh? Go on start licking, put that queer tongue to some good use, I want ya to wash that whole fuckin jock, and keep doin so, till I tell ya to stop!"

I had already positioned myself, so that Brock would get a good show, my concern was..... that I might not be centered enough for the video cam. I couldn't move around the room without, Chip suspecting something, so I decided to just take my chances and hope the vid came out ok.

When Chip failed to stick his tongue out and begin licking, I pulled back my right arm and slapped the side of his face as hard as I could. The force of the slap knocked him over, so that he was laying on his side, once again showing off a bright red hand print on his left cheek. "You like me beating you up.....huh? ......You get off on it? ........I know I do when I'm beating you! Here's the thing, dude.........you're now my bitch......and when I give you an order, you better learn to jump to it......no fuckin delays......k? I mean I know how humiliating it must be for you, takin orders from a sixteen year old dude, a whole year younger than you, but that's life, dude! I mean....you can't just blow me whenever you want, and not expect to pay for it .....one way or another....right? So get back up on your knees, and wash my jock....like a good little bitch!"

The feel of Chips damp tongue brushing over my entire jock strap, sent an incredible sweet sensation .......all the way from my nut-sac to the tip of my piss-slit. That incredible feeling only became more intense with each passing second his tongue spent on my thick knob. Each time his tongue brushed over the outline of my piss-slit, the more my huge tool twitched.

I allowed this scene to continue....till I couldn't take it any longer, then I roughly yanked his head away with a fistful of his hair. "Good job, cum-breath........now get up, and wash my pits for me!"

I loved humiliating this prick, and if he only knew that there was a peeping tom down below watching his excellent performance, he'd probably be bawling his eyes out by now.

With the saddest puppy dog eyes, Chip began pleading with me yet again! "Come-on, Austin, can't ya let-up just a little, dude? Haven't you degraded me enough? I've done everything you've wanted me to do, everything, man! Please, dude, can't ya give it a break!"

Now any dude, with half a heart, would have given the bitch a break, but not me, I was gettin off on turning this fuckhead into a sweet little nut lapping slave boy, and the more he fought it, the harder my dick got!

"See, that's where you're wrong, piss breath, if you did everything I told ya to do, you'd have that faggot tongue of yours ....pressed into my arm pit..... at this very moment, but that isn't the case.... is it? ......Yeeeeaaaah, I think you just enjoy me beating you-up, huh?"

I slapped the same side of his face, in the same spot as the last few times.....then brought my hand back, so that the right side of his face, got back handed, just as hard. The fuckin bitch started crying real tears, sobbing like I just beat the fuck outta him, and all I did was slap and back-hand him. "Man, look at ya....you're such a fuckin wimp....no wonder you couldn't win us a medal, you fuckin loser! Git washing my pits.....faggot......NOW! Or I swear I'm all done slappin ya like a bitch, it'll be my fists, landing on that queer face of yours, next!"

I fucking laughed my ass off, super jock-boy Chip, had his tongue swabbing away inside my right armpit, before I could even blink an eye! "yeeeaaah! See? That ain't soooo bad now....is it? I bet you're gonna learn to love the taste of my pits, waaaay sooner than you think! Ain't that right, queer-boy? Sniff em.......mmmm mmmm good, huh? ya, that's it, inhale and taste the armpit of a real jock, awesome odor, huh? Bet the taste is even better! K, bitch, now move over and wash the other pit, for your young master!"

I gave him nearly a half hour to worship my pits real good, even kissing my flexed biceps, before I had him move lower and begin worshiping my pecs and nipples.

Wish ya all coulda seen the look on his pitiful face, as he kissed and licked the pecs and nipples of another dude, the expression on his face as he continued his eye contact with me, was fuckin priceless.

However, the very best part, for me anyways, was when I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushin him down to his knees and giving him another chore. "K, you queer fuckin pig, now get busy washing that jock for me!"

I don't know why he was sooooo surprised I would have him do that, since he absolutely loved having my brother Blake sniff and lick his tight underwear! Each time I witnessed Blake licking Chips tight briefs, I always asked myself how Chip would like someone using him that way, and now, I was about to find out!

As he knelt there, not responding, his eyes no longer fixed on mine, but at the new disgusting project he was assigned, I asked him a simple question. "What's wrong dude, haven't ya ever heard that simple phrase, what goes around, cums around? I kinda figured you'd jump to the chance of eating another dudes well worn jock strap! I mean, you sure enjoyed havin your underwear licked and cleaned by my bro, so I thought you might wanna give your taste buds a treat.....ya know.....experience the same pleasure you allowed Blake and Shane to enjoy! Besides, isn't that what you fags are into? Besides, dude, you should feel privileged, not many fags get to worship my whole body, the way you're now doing!"

I was in hysterics, laughing my ass off, when his face turned red with anger, and he began spouting off. "Listen Austin, I don't exactly know what you were told about what happened that day when Casey and Cameron raped me, but I wasn't exactly a willing partner to it all! Therefore, this might come as quite a shock to your system, but you really shouldn't flatter your self the way you do, cause unlike your brothers, I'm not the least bit interested in what you've got down there, and for the hundredth time, unlike them, I'm not a frigging queer!"

Now, I don't know about you all, but even though Shane and Blake are fags, they are still my brothers, and us Claybornes , we were raised to protect and standby one another, when it came to outsiders, even if we didn't really respect one another! So therefore, I was pissed off at Chip for bad mouthin my family, and I knew I had to beat him up real good before he left the ranch later, but for now, I still had a different type of enjoyment ahead of me.

"Wait, you're tryin to tell me you ain't a fuckin homo? Dude, you seriously gotta be the biggest fuckin pussy I ever met! You put your education ahead of your self respect and pride, you sucked the cum and piss right outta my dick, you licked my fuckin armpits, and kissed my guns, and pecs, and you say you're straight? Yeah right! Not any straight dude, woulda done all that, least none that I know of! But, it makes no difference anyways, cause if you're not a cock-suckin queer by now, you certainly will be, before you leave here tonight, and you can trust me on that! Cause I wont be happy till I turn you into a true dick lovin fag, just like you did to my brother Shane! One more thing, let's get something clear right now, even though you turned him into a queer, he's still waaaaaay more of a man than you are! NOW, you either carry on with the agreement we decided on, or I make the phone call, which is it?"

The angry look on his face, quickly turned to a sad, pitiful, it sucks to be me.... look, as he apologized once again. "Ok Austin, I'm sorry! I really am, I wont get outta line again, I promise, and I'll do whatever you say, just please keep this whole night a secret from your pa, and everyone else.....K?"

I gave him a huge smirk, and then grabbed the back of his head roughly, and pushed his face into the bulge of my jock strap. "Seriously cum breath, I had no doubt you'd see it my way, I think you're just using my fathers tuition thing as just an excuse to suck my dick, but whatever, just get to your chores, bitch! Wash my dirty jock...... real good, with that queer tongue of yours!"

I released my strong grip from the back of his head, I wanted him to do his thing willingly, and trust me, he wasn't about to disappoint me again.

Chip wasted no time sticking his opened mouth and jock tongue into the moist fabric of my used jock, I say moist, cause by now, it was coated with tons of pre-cum.

"Ooooh yeeeaaah! There ya go, you like the smell of a real jocks nads, dontcha? Yeeeaaah, wash it real good for your man, queer boy! But remember I want constant eye contact with you, I don't wanna guess as to how much you're enjoying this, I wanna see it for myself, through your eyes, cause the eyes never lie! Oooohhh yeeeaaah, that feels nice, now spend some time on my thick knob, give it lots of tongue, especially around the piss-slit! Ooooh yeeaah, that's my little bitch, clean that area reeeeaaaal good!"

a huge smile appeared on my face when I noticed a couple of tears begin to form at the corner of his eyes. It was clearly apparent now just how much he wasn't enjoying this, oh well, maybe the fuckhead is straight after all. Just that thought alone, made my nuts tighten up, and without being able to stop myself, my huge dick erupted like `Mount St. Helens'

I was soooo pissed off at myself, I wanted to go much longer before gettin off!

But the orgasm was so fuckin rad, I had to throw my head back, and moan no stop for nearly five minutes, all the while, holding Chips head tightly, so that his opened mouth was connected to the outline of my huge piss-slit!

I could feel my hot jizz escaping the cotton confines of my jock, so I knew he was gettin a mouthful, even if it wasn't directly from my thick master blaster.

I waited till the last drips of my special sauce leaked out, then while still holding his head tightly attached to my groin, I backed up and sat on the edge of my bed. Looking down at a sobbing Chip. I pulled his head away from the cum soaked jock strap, and gave him an evil grin. "Good job, cum breath, now be a good little bitch, and get down on the floor and clean between my toes, while I build up one more load for one of our countries olympian wrestlers. I mean, it's the least I can do, to show you our countries appreciation, right? Man! I still can't believe it, the most popular jock in our town, sucking the hot jizz out of my dirty jockstrap, me, the youngest of the Clayborne boys!"

I tilted my head downwards, as he lifted my left leg, and began licking between each of my toes. "Hey piglet, I need eye contact, if you forget one more time, I may have no choice but to use my fists, that's the last warning!"

As Chip lifted his sad puppy dog eye lids and looked up at me, I gave him a huge smile! "Yeeaah, that's my little girl, how's it taste....mmm.....mmm...good?"

The tears were still flowing down his cheeks, as he ignored my question, but then again, he had a mouthful of my toes, slurping away on them, so I forgave him for being rude.

I'm not sure for how long he kissed, licked, and sucked on my feet, maybe close to thirty minutes or so, but I once again had a humongous hard-on.

I looked down at my swollen dick, and while pointing down at it, I smiled into his sad eyes. "It's that time again, time for my bitch to get me off, how should we do it this time, any ideas?"

The tears had long stopped, but suddenly it looked as though they may return, which widened my smile big-time!

When once again, he refused to answer me, I made two huge fists, and added a double biceps pose, you must really enjoy the feel of these, slamming against your flesh, huh? Only this time, it'll be your face and head, you fuckin jock-boy wanna-be"

I had used his face for what I wanted, so if I had to start beatin him up earlier than what I had planned, it was no big deal to me!

But, fortunately for him, he spoke up rather quickly! "Sorry Austin, I was only trying to think of some way to get you off, I wasn't ignoring your question. How about I just blo....."

I cut him off short, I didn't care what he wanted to do... to get me off, I already knew, I could come up with something better.

"Never mind, faggot, I already have an idea in mind. Unfortunately, you wont like this, not one little bit! But I'll tell ya what, you do this last thing for me, and you can leave, in two hours, with absolutely no contact from me again, EVER! And, this whole visit to the ranch will be our little secret, forever, whadaya say?"

Chip looked up at me with total apprehension in his eyes, he obviously knew, whatever it was I had in mind, wasn't going to be any fun for him, no-sir-reeee , no fun at all.

Yet he also had no choice but to weigh the options, he could go on being my bitch for the next four years, being totally used by me, whenever he returns home for visits, or he could do whatever it was I had in mind, and be free of me forever!

The question I had been expecting, and waiting for, made it's way through his lips. "What is it, I have to do, Chip?"

I shook my head! "Sorry, dude, can't tell ya, you either accept the new deal....or you don't, but think of it this way, either way, you still have two hours here with me, and who knows what twisted things can pop into my head during this time frame....ya know?"

After weighing the options for less than three or four minutes, he agreed to the new deal. "You promise to leave me alone after tonight, never to bother me again, and never, ever, tell a sole about tonight, especially your pa?"

I smirked, then nodded my head. "I promise, besides, it won't be no fun using you as my bitch after tonight, I mean you wont be of any interest to me, I would have already dumped my seed into you, which you may carry around in your belly for ever, who knows? Anyways, yeah! You'll be totally free of me, and my pa, will never know about you being here, so is it a deal?"

Chip, thought a moment, then nodded his head. "Hell ya, it's a deal, I'd be stupid not to agree, I just hope you go easy on me, ya know? Not like Casey and Cameron, they fucked me so hard, I passed out, and I couldn't walk right for nearly a whole week. So uuuummm if that's what you have in mind, could you please do it more gently?"

I gave him a wide evil grin. "naaaaah! That's not what I have in mind dude, so don't worry! Now you just sit here on the bed and relax, I'll be back in less than ten!"

I threw on my jeans over my cum filled jock-strap, and made my way outside. I had hoped that I didn't spook Brock, as I approached him.

He was still sitting on the fence, not concerned at all that I was approaching him. One thing about Brock, he never spooked easily. He's pa and mine had been like brothers since they were in first grade together, and his pa had been the foreman of our ranch since my grandpa turned it over to my pa, many years ago. So I guess Brock felt he was just as much a part of this ranch as I was. Thing is, even though we're the same age and all, we have never been friends, sure we nod at school, and occasionally we talk about the ranch and stuff, but friends? Naaaah, that would never be, I guess it was because he and I were too much alike in too many ways.

He had an attitude that was as bad as mine, if not worse. It wasn't really a rivalry between us, but I guess in a small way it was. We liked the same chics, the same sports, and even the same kinky sex, each of us loving to conquer and dominate, and ooh yeah, one more thing we had in common.... we both loved getting head, neither of us caring very much at times whether or not the head belonged to a chic or another dude, head was head, pure and simple!

So with all that said, you'd think we'd be constantly competing against one another, well, I guess we did mostly, but the funny thing is, if one of us got what the other one wanted, that was the end of it, we never allowed the competition between us cause us to fight, it was more or less, let the best man win, and then drop it. I suppose if our fathers weren't so close, things could and probably would have gotten out of hand with us always competing for this or that. Yet as it was, we never had a fight, and we were never friends.

Brock is about my height, five feet ten, about one hundred fifty five pounds, and even though he has a great body and is one of our schools top athletes, I still out muscle him big time. He has sandy, colored hair and blue eyes. He has the chics running wild, and of course the fags too. So he never has a lack of attention being showered over him. However like me, his attitude gets in his way at times. I guess in a way, all us jocks have the same problem, we know we're fuckin hot, and can have it pretty much our way, so like who wouldn't have an attitude, when you have everything and everyone at your finger tips.

Anyways back to the story. Just wanted to give ya the scoop on Brock.

When I got up to him, I nodded. "Hey dude, suuup?"

Not even afraid I might give him shit about spying on me, he just nodded back. "Hey boss boy, hear you're in charge of things till Shane gets back from his camping trip."

He wasn't being disrespectful towards me, boss boy, was what everyone called me, here at the ranch.

"Awwwwwe come-on Brock, you know by now, that I'm in charge even when Shane is home."

This brought a smile to Brocks face. "Yaaa, I know! You been in charge ever sense Case and Cam left for school, ain't no secret boss boy, we all know that. I was just razzing ya!"

I decided to get right to the point, nodding my head up to my bedroom window. "So Brock, you enjoying the show tonight?

You know, I should be charging you a fee, a show like this would cost big bucks at the movies."

Brock wasn't sure how to take my question at first, so he hesitated before answering me. He just sat there, gazing up at the window. So I thought I'd give him a little breathing room. "Ya know, I never mind having an audience, it even turns me on knowing someone is watching me fuck-up another dude, adds a little more excitement to what I'm doin.....ya know what I mean?"

With his eyes still attached to my bedroom window, he admitted watching the whole show, everything that happened since Chip arrived. "Ya dude, I know what ya mean, I don't mind people watching me fuck someones brains out either! I was curious as to why that dude was throwing shit up at Shane and Blakes window, so I was gonna approach him just before you did. Anyways, I stood bye and watched you handle it. From what I could see, you handled it just proper down here! Then when you took the bitch inside, I couldn't help but be curious...ya know? So I sat here and watched as you taught him some respect. He a friend of Blakes?"

I was surprised he didn't recognize Chip, then decided that was probably for the best. Then again, maybe it was just too dark.

"Ya, you could say that, they ain't been friends for a while tho. He just thought he'd stop by and say hi. Anyways dude, how would you like to get in on the action, he's still learnin to give head, so you wont get no excellent blow-job, but, sometimes it's more fun, when they don't know how to suck. That way, it helps for us to get off, while watching and feeling them choke on our dicks. Don't know about you, but when some jock wanna be is choking on my tool, I'm in fuckin heaven....ya know? Much better feeling than havin some pro-queer blowin me!"

I had Brocks full attention now. His eyes were lit up like a fuckin christmas tree or somethin!

"You serious dude, you don't mind the bitch given me head? Fuck man, watchin you using that bitch got me so horny, I was just about ready to go inside, and jack. I don't even care if the bitch don't give good head, most dudes don't the first few times.......and you're right on....sometimes that's waaay more fun!'

"K dude, here's the thing, I don't mind sharing him with you tonight, but I want ya to fuck his face hard, show no mercy, treat him like shit, you can even slap the bitch around if ya want. That's the only way I'll agree to share the bitch......K?"

"Fuck ya dude, besides, that's my specialty"

"cool, let's go and have some fun"

When we got inside, I made Brock wait outside my bedroom. Till I called for him. I didn't want to freak Chip, and then have to beat him up before Brock got his blow-job!

Chip was still sittin on my bed, waiting patiently for my return. When he noticed me walk in, he simply nodded his head, the poor bitch had fear all over his face, I bet he spent all this time I was away, trying to guess what I had in mind for him. "K dude, here's the thing, you know, if I'm willing to let you off the hook, for the next four years, then what I have in mind has gotta be a big thing....right?"

With his sad eyes penetrating mine, he nodded his head slowly. "Ya, I figured it had to be a big thing, why else would you knock four years off my sentence, I mean it's not like I was practically a part of this family for many years, and always treated you like a younger bro, huh?"

I wasn't gonna let his sarcasm, ruin my fun, so I held off punching him, for being rude. "Listen bitch, this ain't the time for gettin cocky, you agreeing to this deal or not, that's all I wanna know! Another thing, I was gonna give you a fuckin huge beatin before you left here tonight, you know, just for trespassin, and what you did to Shane! But, you be a good little bitch, till I'm ready to let you walk out that door, and I'll spare you the beatin, K?"

Chip was still extremely apprehensive, but he nodded his head and agreed to everything.

I then yelled to Brock. "K dude, you can come in now, our bitch is hungry, and waitin for his next meal."

Man, I nearly shot a load right there, the expression on Chips face was fuckin priceless, the minute Brock opened my bedroom door and walked in, he immediately walked over to Chip, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed downwards on Chips shoulders, all this before Chip could even say boo! "Listen up bitch, I may or may not give you permission to blow me, but first things first, get down and plant a nice long french kiss on my crotch, then strip me, nice and slow, startin with my boots!"

Chip looked over at me with a pleading expression, while brushing his hand across his left cheek.

I shrugged my shoulders, and shook my head without saying a word.

Using a little more forcefulness, Brock continued pressing downward on Chips shoulders, till Chip was on his knees.

I stayed on the side for the time being, just watching the show, as It became abundantly clear, that our foramens youngest son, was a natural at domination, like he said, it was his specialty.

"Yeah bitch, lean in there and kiss my crotch, and don't forget to use some tongue, I like my bitches using lots of tongue while showing there gratitude."

I was shocked, so far, it appeared that Brock had no clue as to who Chip was, and I nor Chip was going to enlighten him. I suppose Chip had changed some, while away, and since Brock was a grade behind, and never hung out at the main house here, it sorta made sense. Like I said, it was probably just as well.

Meanwhile, Chip was obeying Brocks commands just fine. He had planted a long open mouth kiss on the tight package of Brocks faded jeans, and was now down on the carpet, making love to Brocks boots.

I stood there nearly laughing my ass off, at both dudes!

I mean here's poor Chip, insisting he's straight, and now getting prepared to give up his mouth and throat to yet another dude, nice planning on my part, thank you!

Then there's Brock, dominating this dude, and getting the dude prepared to take Brocks dick, not realizing just who the dude was.

The whole scene was just plain fuckin hot!

Brock meanwhile, was born for this role. Now seated in my huge over stuffed chair, that was once my grandfathers, with his left leg resting up on Chips right shoulder, and his right leg in Chips hands, as Chip struggled to pull the tight boots off. "Don't piss me off bitch, get these fuckin boots off me, prompto, or else!"

Unfortunately for me, Chip managed to get both boots off Brock pretty damn quickly after Brocks warning, I would have loved to have seen what the `or else' thing was!

Brock, was making Chip strip him, and surprisingly, Chip was not giving Brock any shit. Within no time at all, Brock was standing in front of Chip, totally naked. With a hand full of Chips hair, Brock gave our little bitch his next command. "Bury your queer nose inside my pubes, bitch, get a good wiff of them, then use your tongue and lick the pubes clean for me, cunt!"

For the first time since Brock entered the room, Chip hesitated, and even I was surprised at the outcome.

Brock, didn't even give Chip a second chance to obey, and without any warning, he tightened his right fist, and slammed it into the side of Chips face, sending Chip sprawling backwards and ending up on his back, with Brock quickly straddling Chips upper chest, and ready to pummel Chips face. "You seemed to have forgotten who the men are here, and who the bitch is, Should I give you a reminder, or are you ready to obey me?"

With no verbal reply from Chip, and no further delays, Chip lifted his head up off the carpet and nestled his face into the small patch of light brown ,curly, pubes between Brocks dick and his nut-sac. I stood over the two and watched as Chip slobbered and matted Brocks pubes with his tongue. Gagging as his tongue gathered a few and deposited them within his mouth.

Brock remained sitting on Chip, with his thighs resting on each side of Chips head. Once Brock was satisfied that his pubes had been properly washed, he pointed to his nut-sac, then lifting it, and plopping it on Chips lips. "We'll see how well you clean that, if you do a good enough job, maybe I'll let you blow me!"

His nut-sac was hairless, the only spot that had pubes, like I said was between the sac and the base of his dick, and even that was just a small patch.

As I stood over the two, watching Chip cleanse Brocks balls with his tongue, I wondered what was going through the super jocks mind, was he thinking that taking orders from some one stronger than him, might not be so bad, was he thinking that giving blow-jobs to dudes that could over power him, might not be so bad, or was he thinking that serving me for the next four years would be better than sucking yet another dudes dick!"

I came up with the idea of using Brock to face fuck Chip, when Chip insisted he wasn't a fag, I figured after taking four different dicks in his young lifetime, he may have a change of heart.

I watched as Chip lapped away at Brocks balls, then Brock lifted himself up off Chip, and slid his boots back on. I had no clue what he was up to.

I didn't have to wait long to see, what my well built rivals next move was.

He laid himself over Chips face, as though he was about to do push-ups! Then with his thick tool, placed directly over Chips mouth, he ordered Chip to open wide. After doing several push-ups in and out of Chips mouth, Brock looked up at me and demanded I give Chip my pillows, so that his head was at a better position to take the thick tool.

Not at all happy that this dude just snapped an order at me, I stood still, till he looked up expecting me to hand him the pillows.

I looked down, and nearly gritting my teeth, I told him like it was. "Listen dude, I don't have a problem handin you my pillows, but next time you ask, and you ask nicely, don't ever use that tone with me, or in this house again....got it?"

"Jeeeeez dude, don't have a cow, I'm sorry! Now, can I pleeeeaaaase have two pillows here?"

I leaned down and placed the two pillows under Chips head, raising the head up perfectly to meet Brocks oncoming dick!

It seemed to work just fine, as Brock began sinking his thick tool into Chips mouth and throat a little more with each thrust.

I watched the tears begin to flow down Chips cheeks, as he began to gag with each new inch of thick cock entering his mouth and throat.

"Open your eyes bitch, show me and Brock , how much you appreciate him feeding you his dick!"

Chip, opened his eyes, and looked up at me as I kneeled beside him. I smiled down at him as he continued gagging, now struggling to breathe as Brock began thrusting faster and harder. Brock looked at me and smiled, then he bent his head down and watched his own dick sink into Chips throat. "Ooooh yeah, choke on it, bitch, you like my thick meat pounding the inside of your mouth and throat, dontcha?"

Within a few minutes, Brock hit home with his dick buried all the way in, and his pubes pressed hard against Chips nose.

Chip was freaking out big time, with his fists pummeling Brocks legs, and sides, trying hard to push Brock off him, as Brock remained buried inside Chips throat. Now laying solidly on top of Chips head, Brock began to moan softly. "Ooooooh yeeaaah! You've got it all now bitch, go ahead, choke on it.....oooooh fuck, man, listen to em, Austin, he's got my whole dick down his throat, aaaawwwe, maaan, this is so way fuckin awesome, havin a jock bitch take my whole dick like this!

The scene was hot as hell, as Chip did everything in his power to throw the more stronger Brock off him, with no luck.

I was waiting to see how long Brock intended to choke Chip, before withdrawing his dick.

Again I didn't have long to wait, before Brock lifted himself off Chips face, and pulled his dick out, so that only his cock head remained inside the mouth.

Then, while only giving Chip a few seconds to revive himself, Brock began thrusting in and out, faster and harder than before.

A long hard thrust all the way in, then two or three shorter, quicker thrusts, followed by another hard fast thrust all the way in again. Chip had never stopped fighting the face fucking, not even when Brock was nice enough to allow him a few seconds to breathe normally. With everything Chip had in him, he fought like a trooper, but to no avail. Brock was a bit stronger, and certainly had the advantage with all his weight and muscles, pinning Chips head to the carpet!

A huge smile covered my face, as I continued watching the wicked hot show taking place in my bedroom. And a fuckin hot show it was, Brocks muscular legs were like spread eagle, as his hips worked over time, while plunging his thick tool in and out of Chips mouth and throat, without an ounce of sympathy for the tough jock boy laying beneath him. His thick solid thighs, doing their part, by holding Chips head pressed tightly against the carpet. Even his butt cheeks were putting on a show, as their muscles conracted. His chest heaving, the palms of his hands flush against the floor, braceing himself up, as he continued with his push-ups on Chips face. But, the best part of the show of course was Chip struggling, to put a stop to the vigorous and massive face fucking he was being generously treated to, that, and of course his constant choking sounds.

Finally, a long soft moan became louder and louder, with every savage thrust! Brock could hold off no longer, with a fast and wicked hard push, he plunged his teenage dick all the way home! "Ooooh fuuuuck yeeeaah! Sweeeeet! oooooh man, feels so waaay awesome, ooooh shit, here comes your reward for being a good cock sucking bitch! Take it, you faggot cunt! Oooooh fuck yeeeaah, take it, eat my cum, you queer bitch!

I watched as Brock left his thick power tool buried to the hilt in Chips throat, as Chip gagged, choked, and fought with all his strength........ before, during, and after each swallow.

It appeared as though Brock was feeding Chip one massive load after another, till he pulled out completely, and shot the remaining jizz on Chips handsome face. A clump of hot cum on his forehead, another large clump, gluing his left eye lid shut, and a few smaller clumps coating Chips lips and chin.

Then, an exhausted Brock collapsed on top of Chips face, with his spent dick pressed against Chips left cheek, while Chip remained pinned, like a rag doll, with all the fight drained from him.

All that was left to witness, was the short gasps of breath from each dude. As both now struggled to normalize their breathing.

Before I was to finish Chip off, completely stripping him of his pride and self respect, Brock sat up right on Chips chest, and ordered Chip to clean the mess off his dick. "Niiiiice blow job, faggot, yep, that was waaaay sweet.....now clean my dick with that queer tongue of yours, and clean it good!"

I was proud of Brock, he certainly lived up to my expectations.

I had always heard he liked his sex rough and wild, but rumors are often over blown, and seeing is believing, so he had my respect! "Good show, dude, thanks for helpin me convince this bitch where his place is in life, and why he's here on earth!"

Brock, didn't respond directly to me, he just looked down as Chip continued licking the deflating dick, clean!

While Chip concentrated on the thick knob, and piss-slit, Brock, lifted his nut-sack and gently plopped it on Chips lips. "What's he saying, cocksucker? Is there even a tiny doubt in your mind...... that you weren't put here on earth to suck us real jocks off? I mean, you may have the body of a jock, but there's no fuckin way, you ain't queer, and you can take that to the bank, faggot! Now lick my balls clean, before I hand you back to Austin!"

No doubt in my mind, Brock shoulda been born a Clayborne, he made me proud!

I waited till Brock was satisfied with the ball washing job he was getting, from a very pissed off Chip, then as he dismounted Chips chest, I gave my newest conquest another command! "K bitch, get up, and lay across my bed, use those pillows under your stomach! I'm gonna hump your butt, till I cream inside my jock again, then I'm gonna stuff my jock-strap inside your mouth, and watch as you suck the cum out of it! Just another reward for the sweet blow-jobs you were so happy to offer me and my bud! But first, kneel before me, and open up wide!"

Although Brock had no clue as to what my next gift to Chip would be, Chip, on the other hand, knew exactly what was coming. "No way Austin, please dude, not again....give me a fuckin break ....pleeeaaase?"

Since Chip, didn't obey immediately, I was forced to straddle the bitch, and punch him in the face, twice. "Jeeeeze dude, you just can't get enough of some jock beatin you up....can ya?"

Brock stood over us, laughing his ass off, still no idea as to what I was about to do.

After Chip regained his senses from the two punches, I offered him another chance to obey me. "So what's it gonna be, a few more punches, or you gonna do as I say?"

Chip parted his lips, and opened his mouth wide, I slowly, pulled my dick outta my jock-strap. And placed just the head of it inside his mouth. Then letting out a heavy sigh, I let go with a nice stream of warm piss. "Better drink it all, not one drop on this bed, or I swear, you won't be walking home, you'll be crawling on your belly!"

It took a few seconds for Brock to realize what was happening. "Ooooh my God! .....Nooo waaaay, dude, don't tell me that you're pissin in the bitches mouth......holy shit.....no fuckin way......damn dude, I wanna go next....k?"

Tell me, how could I refuse my new best friend, an opportunity to totally humiliate a supposedly straight super jock?"

Well my friends, that the story of my most favorite conquest!

Hope you enjoyed it!