Michael's Story

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then 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 fighting, rough sex, and w/s between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

This story was inspired by a dear friend!

It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once again! So it is to him that I dedicate this story! Luv ya, Mark Wild! Chaz

After his buds Luke and Brock signed off, Michael, the teen stud bully, continued using me to bathe his entire body, from his toes all the way up to his pits, making damn sure my tongue got a good taste of every inch of his body! "Good job, faggot, now I'm gonna teach you to suck cock .........PROPERLY! ......OR .....should I say REMIND YOU..... how to suck cock properly? Man! It's hard to believe you were giving blow-jobs at an age younger than I am now! But then again, you've always had this queer, submissive side of you.....huh? Now get on my knob, and clean out my piss-slit, before blowing me!"

"Michaels Story" pt.3 of 4

I stared at the thick knob, on Michaels tool, and once again, my mind drifted back many years, with me kneeling before Austin. It was as though my mind was playing games with me, my sons dick-head was exactly the shape and thickness as I remembered Austins to be.

A heavy slap to the side of my face, brought me back to the present. "Whut you waitin for, bury the tip of your tongue into that piss-slit, and clean it out good, faggot"

I knew my son, wasn't going to listen to reason, so I avoided even trying. With the head of his dick practically touching my lips, I stuck out my tongue, and brushed the tip of it along the surface of his mushroom head. A soft moan escaped Michaels mouth.

I myself fought back any sound of pleasure, being careful not to let on, that the taste of fresh cock drool, acted as a kick start..... to an already rejuvenated desire.

Please don't get me wrong, I wasn't proud of myself, kneeling there in front of my son, preparing myself mentally, to serve him sexually. But, that long ago feeling of lust towards another male, was making a comeback. Brought on mostly, by the sent of male perspiration, and the taste of cock drool.

My stomach was in knots, the butterflies were alive and well, my heart was beating an extra beat per second, and that all too familiar feeling in my groin, began to make it's presence known, as well.

On top of all these feelings, that long ago feeling of shame, humiliation, and submissiveness, had also returned.

I was being haunted by feelings from my past, but just as it was back then, I gave in to the stirring of my groin, and serviced, to the best of my ability, the huge cock head, brushing my lips.

I pleaded with myself to gather enough strength to push Michael away, but could only muster up enough strngth, to force the tip of my tongue into the wide, inviting piss-slit.

Another soft moan escaped the lungs of my son. "Ooooohhhh.....that feels so rad.........ooooohhh yeeeaaah, clean out the inside of my dick, you disgusting pig. Clean it out good."

With the tip of my tongue inside his piss-slit, I could taste the salty remains of dried piss, along with the sweet taste of his teen-juice. It wasn't long after that, when I felt Michaels thick fingers grip a handful of my hair, forcing me to take his power tool deep within the warm confines of my mouth.

I had learned once again, to take another dudes thick tool, all the way, without choking to death, but unlike that old cliche, `it's just like riding a bike' taking a thick cock down your throat, really isn't all that easy. I had to learn all over again....how to adjust my throat, to accommodate Michaels thick seven inches.

The simple fact that he had his father on his knees blowing him, wasn't nearly enough for Michael, he needed to enforce as much humiliation, degradation, and authority, as he possibly could. "Look up at me, faggot, I want you looking into my eyes as you suck me off! I wanna see the look on your face, with every inch of my dick you take. I wanna see the fear in your eyes, once you start choking on your sons thick cock. Ooooooh yeah....that's right.....stare into my eyes, beg me with your eyes, to fuck your face over and over again."

That fact was, I was doing just that, using my eyes to plead with my teenage son. Only thing is, I was pleading with him to stop all this crap, so that we could continue being a normal father and son, even though I knew deep in my heart, that we had already passed the line of no return.

As my son pumped my mouth, with each powerful thrust feeling as though his dick would exit through one of my cheeks, if not the back of my head, I continued doing as Michael had demanded, looking up into his cold blue eyes, pleading with him to stop.

Still, all I received in return was a sinister grin, as well as an occasional smirk, showing his pleasure, not only from the blow-job he was receiving, but from the power trip he was on, and all the control he now held over me.

I spent a moment, thinking about this situation, and thought well, why shouldn't he be on this awesome power trip? I mean, how many teenage boys, had the complete say over their home, the money that flowed through it, and the complete power control over their own father, not to mention the limitless blow-jobs.

Michael was certainly within his own right ......to enjoy this wild rush flowing through him these days.

I mean, it wasn't entirely his fault that I, as his father, his role model, his mentor, am also a submissive closet case faggot, right?

I mean, it doesn't really matter, that I haven't acted upon my gay desires since childhood, the fact is, no matter how much I try to hide these secret fantasies of having physical contact with another male, they still exist, right? So why should I put the blame on my son, he's only taking advantage of this very unique situation, right?

A final power thrust, sending his dick all the way home and holding it there, brought my mind back to reality. No matter how much you learn to control your throat and gag reflex, when a sever inch thick pipe plugs up the fleshy linings of your throat, and your nose is buried deep into a bushy patch of sweaty pubes, leaving you with no means of breathing, your natural instinct takes over, and you begin to fight for your life.

So, with no signs of Michael letting up the power grip he had on my head, I began punching his outer thighs. But, because my son had his leg muscles flexed to the max, my meek punches, only made him laugh. "That all you got, old man? Fuck... dude, looks like my teenage dick is more powerful than your fists .......Ain't that the truth? ........Seriously man ......you're soooo pathetic......the twins are gonna have so much fun with ya...I should charge em something....just for the pleasure you'll be offering them....huh?"

Just when I felt the darkness surround me, Michael eased up, and withdrew his dick from my mouth, giving me a few seconds to regain some life. I looked up at my son, and offered a weak thank you. But, once again, the evil smile on his face, reminded me of Austin. "Listen up pops, you better learn to suck dick better than that, cause I'll tell ya one thing, Brock Clayborne don't stop, for nothin, not till he shoots his bullets down your throat. In other words, he won't be givin ya time-out .......to catch your breath! And since I've got me a real good thing goin on here, and I'm not ready to lose it....cause you went and choked to death on Brock Claybornes dick, I guess I'll have to give ya some practice time here, huh"

Michael grabbed a tight grip of my hair with one hand, and placed his free hand on the back of my head. He then gave me a wide sadistic grin. "Get ready, cause there are no more breaks.......I'm gonna fuck your face, the way you fucked up my moms life........faggot"

I'm so not sure, if it was the hatred stemming from my son that hurt so much, or the mighty thrust of his thick tool, as he rammed it all the way home.

With my nose now buried in the small patch of his sweaty pubes, my bottom lip mashed into his nads, and my mouth stretched to the max, I gagged and choked way beyond control.

My body naturally tried throwing him off me, as it wiggled and flopped around, helplessly pinned, beneath his well developed teenage body. Not sure why, but the whole scene kind of reminded me of the rodeo Michael and I attend in Texas, each September. With his tight well muscled butt, bouncing up and down on my neck, and his strong hands holding my head in place, as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, wildly, viciously, mercilessly, without any regard to my feelings or well being, whatsoever.

Of course I continued to fight it, like I said, it was a natural instinct for me to do so, even while knowing, that no matter how hard or how long I fought, it was all for nothing. My son, even at his young age, was already way stronger than me. It seemed like hours, but my throat eventually adjusted to his thick cock, and even though my breathing was still difficult to say the least, I concentrated on grabbing air each time his thick power tool exited my throat.

The fight in me finally subsided, and I rested the palms of my hands on his well flexed, and peach fuzz covered thighs.

The memory was suddenly so vivid, this whole experience now seemed like deja vu, as my mind slipped back into time, when it was my best friend Austin's thick tool that nearly choked me to death. I remembered now, how to grasp for short breaths, each time he withdrew his dick from the passage way to my throat. Finally, I relaxed somewhat, and concentrated only on grasping at the infrequent opportunities to breathe through my nose, each time he pulled my head away from those very wet, and intoxicating pubes.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that having a thick powerful cock lodged deep in your throat....... is something that you get used to, no fucking way, all I'm saying is, that for me, I was allowed to keep myself from choking to death and or being smothered to death by another dudes dick, that's all.

I have no clue, as to how long my teenage son fucked my face, all I remember is the feel of his thick knob pulsing rapidly deep inside my throat, as several volleys of thick cum shot into my belly, like bullets from a machine gun.

With his sweaty pubes now pressed tightly against my nose, his thick cock lodged deep into my throat, his cum drowning me, and.....with no signs of an end in sight, I once again was forced to fight for my life.

If it hadn't been for the doorbell, I'm not even sure how long Michael would have held my head pressed tightly to his groin, spewing his thick volleys of cream into my throat.

I was so grateful for the sound of bells, which in turn, caused my son to pull out of my mouth, and fire the remaining gobs of cum onto my face. But, even then, he was in no hurry to run to the door.

It seemed to turn him on even more, watching, and feeling me, struggling beneath him, just to breathe normally once again.

He sat comfortably on my neck, while holding my head with one hand, he used the other to aim his wide eyed piss-slit at his target, covering most of my face with the creamy contents of his nut-sac. I had to give my son credit for one thing, he had a healthy load, it seemed like his cum was endless. If I hadn't been blowing him a couple of times a day, I would have sworn he had been saving it up, for a special occasion.

The sound of the doorbell was relentless, but my son, didn't budge from my chest, till the last bullet left the pistol. "K, pops, looks like we have company, let's say you and I go welcome our guests, shall we?"

I waited till Michael was standing next to the bed, before I climbed off the bed and stood, my eyes were busy scouring the room for something to wipe the jizz off my face rather quickly.

I leaned down and grabbed a sock from the side of the bed, but before I could brush it across my face, Michael ripped it from my hand. "Ooooh no you don't, fag. I think you should go with me to the door, with your face covered in MY cum......and by the way...... I want you to crawl behind me......not walk beside me.....you got it, DAD?"

As humiliating and degrading as it was, I obeyed Michaels demand. I dropped to my hands and knees, and followed him to the door, just like any well behaved dog would have done.

Of course we each assumed that it was the Clayborne twins on the other side of the door, but in reality, it could have been anyone.

Therefore I tried once again, to talk some sense into my sons head. "Please Michael.....it's one thing having me down on all fours, while you answer the door, but on top of that, my face is literally covered with your cum, what if it's some one other than your friends........I mean seriously son, this is something we could never explain, please let me wipe my face clean....PLEASE?"

It was like Michael had lost his hearing entirely, with absolutely no consideration whatsoever for my concern, he opened the door and stepped aside.

I was reminded once again, of the lack of respect and consideration that any Clayborne had for mankind, as Luke and Brock pushed their way past Michael, and for all practical purposes invaded our home.

It was just like Michael to over look the rudeness of another person, particularly if that person was a friend of his. "Hey dudes, whadaya think of my new dog? Ain't he awesome?"

I wasn't able to distinguish which was Brock and which was Luke, that is until Brock spoke, and my son spoke his name. "I guess he's ok, but me and my bro prefer ponies, don't we bro?" With that said, Brock straddled my back, and clicked the heals of his boots into my legs. "Giddy-up horsey.... giddy-up! Take me to the kitchen.... so I can git a beer......hope you didn't forget to have him pick us up some beer.....Mikey"

I glanced in Michaels direction for two reasons, number one, If you knew Michael at all, you knew he hated being called Mikey, and number two, yes we did forget the beer, but thankfully, I had a couple of six-packs hidden in the vegetable drawer at the bottom of the fridge. I listened as what appeared to be a very concerned voice, as my son, started to say we had forgotten. "Aaaah, listen Brock......uuuummm......welllll....." I cut Michael short, and in doing so I may have saved him from some verbal abuse. "Nooo he didn't forget......the beer is in the bottom drawer of the fridge.....help your self" I glanced back at Michael, and enjoyed the confused expression on his face.

I had a couple of six-packs hidden in the vegetable drawer at the bottom of the fridge. I listened as what appeared to be a very concerned voice, as my son, started to say we had forgotten. "Aaaah, listen Brock......uuuummm......welllll....." I cut Michael short, and in doing so I may have saved him from some verbal abuse. "Nooo he didn't forget......the beer is in the bottom drawer of the fridge.....help your self" I glanced back at Michael, and enjoyed the confused expression on his face.

Brocks muscular weight, as he sat on my back, was beginning to bother me a little, plus, I still had Michaels cum on my face, which by now was drying up into little patches.

I decided to ask Brock nicely if he would get off me. "Hey Brock, wouldn't you be more comfortable sitting on the sofa, while enjoying your beer? That way, you wouldn't have to get up and get yourself another beer, I mean without you on my back like this.......I could do that for you."

There was a moment or two of silence, before Brock responded. "Hmmmmm, you know what.....for a fag, you're not too stupid. K, bring me over to the sofa....then instead of being my pony, you can be my foot stool, and my slave at the same time....fuckin cool....huh? Come-on giddy-up....move it!" Brock laughed at his own words, and soon his brother Luke was laughing along with him.

Once in front of the sofa, Brock dismantled my back and plopped onto the sofa, with his legs spread wide. "Fey fag, let's start with you removing my boots for me......now that's a nice start for a slave.....ain't it?"

I wasn't sure who his question was directed to, so I kept quiet.

Within a few seconds Luke sat down beside his bro, with his legs spread wide as well.

I got my first good look at them, and saw the name Clayborne written all over them. Both boys were young gods in their own right. Their faces were as handsome as any of the Clayborne boys, with muscular features, square jaws, and thick moist lips, their skin was as smooth as a babies butt, no sign of blemishes, and well tanned. Both were dressed in tight thin mesh tank-tops, offering a nice view of their awesome pecs, six-pack abs, and baseball size guns. Both wore tight faded 501's, the jeans were well worn and the denim was so thin that their knees were hanging out on both sets of jeans. Their waist size looked to be maybe a twenty eight, and each sported a well rounded baseball size pouch, and of course each pouch was well faded. I continued my tour downward, and spent several seconds checking out their thick thighs, before lifting Brocks right leg, and pulling on his leather cowboy boot. "So don't keep us in suspense, faggot..... did you like everything you checked out?"

I was embarrassed to have been caught, and played dumb. "What do you mean?"

This caused both twins and Michael as well, to break into a fit of laughter. Brock then gave his foot a thrust against my chest, sending me backwards on my ass, with his boot in my hands. "What do I mean???? What the fuck do you think I mean, faggot....or in your case....is it Mr. faggot?"

All three boys were now in hysterics, with Michael giving us a rundown on what just took place. "That was fucking funny, dude, he kneels there between your legs, checks out both you and your bro's huge baskets, all your muscles and shit, then when you ask him if he enjoyed the scene......he fuckin asks .......what you talkin about?..... Ooooh my God that was funny....eh?"

The twins were chuckling, but not at what Michael was going off on.....it seemed to be a private joke between just the two of them.

Then Brock cupped his basket in his right hand, and looked Michael in the eye. "So, you really think our baskets are HUGE, Mikey? ........How huge, would YOU say....huh Mikey?" Huge enough to choke a pony?" Now both brothers were brushing their palms over their well protruding packages.

Michael, seemed to have finally realized what he had said, and tried to blow it off. "Shut the fuck up you two.....you know what I meant......I wasn't saying that I personally think you have huge baskets....I was telling ya what he was thinkin.....so don't go be puttin words in my mouth.....k? now we gonna party ....or what?"

Brock, still slowly brushing his palm over his growing basket. Lifted his left foot, and plunged it at me. "Finish the job, Mr. Fag, then when you have removed my boot...... press your fuckin nose against my sox....like a good slave......I wanna see you inhale their scent......then tell us in your own words how much you love it.....k, Mr.Fag?"

It became abundantly clear at least to me, that Brock was the one out of the three that was in charge, I guess every little group needs a leader, and I wouldn't have been at all surprised if he appointed himself.

I pulled on his leather boot, and once I had it off, I placed it beside the other. I hesitated a few seconds before obeying his second command. Then I reached down and lifted his right foot up to my face. He was wearing white ankle length socks, and before I even had a chance to inhale them, Brock pressed his slightly damp foot hard against my face, nearly knocking me over backwards. I chuckled to myself, as I felt that this dude needs to show whoever maybe watching, that he's in constant control at all times.

Now with his foot flush against my face, I had no choice but to deeply inhale the socks.

Immediately, my nostrils were overcome with the same damp musky aroma .......that was now flowing from the leather boots.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the disgusting dirty foot odor that I had expected. It was more like a strong leather fragrance, with just the slight manly aroma of perspiration.

So rather than being totally turned off by the smell, the combination of the two odors, was surprisingly intoxicating.......however, after a few moments with his foot flush against my face, it wasn't the odor, but the humiliation that caused me to back away, and wipe my nose with the back of my hand.

I learned one thing about this new generation of Clayborne boys, their tempers were quicker to flair up than the last generation.

Brock was on top of me faster than lightening, and his fists were demanding an even quicker apology.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Brocks thick thighs spread wide across my torso, their muscles flexed to the max, then the feel of his tight bubble butt as he straddled my upper chest, I was thinking how warm it felt sitting on me like that, when suddenly I saw his right fist fly towards my head, I never even caught a glimpse of the left fist before it made contact.

Another double combo, and there was only darkness.

Not sure how long I was out, but probably for only a moment or so.

When I opened my eyes I was laying on the floor sideways up against the sofa, with not one, but three pair of bare feet resting across my body. With the toes of one foot prying their way into my mouth.

My head was hurting, and my left eye felt puffy, other than that..... I had no idea what condition my face was in.

It was my sons voice that brought me back to my senses. "Hey welcome back to earth, pops, I think you pissed my friend Brock off a wee bit, and he's impossible to calm down when he gets this mad, so I suggest that after you suck my toes clean, you make a damn good effort to convince him how sorry you are.......you hearing me loud and clear....DAD?"

I nodded my head in agreement the best I could.... what with four of Michael's toes now inside my mouth, and above my tongue.

"Oooooooh yeah, guess you got your mouth full at the moment, huh? ......how they taste.........good?.....ya awesome, I knew you'd like havin them in your mouth..... now suck on em good, you fuckin perv"

Other than a slight salty flavor, rolling my tongue along the circumference of my sons toes, really wasn't all that disgusting, thanks to the fact that..... all in all....Michael is a clean cut kid.

As odd as it seems, I figured sucking on Michaels toes, was a far better alternative than what the twins might have in mind for me.

Little did I know at that moment, that a long night was still ahead.

I wiggled my tongue in between his toes, and sucked each one individually, trying my best to kill time, just in case the twins had some plans of their own, for my mouth.

I was maybe a good fifteen minutes into worshiping my sons feet, still laying flat on my back in front of the sofa, and still being used as a footrest by all three teens, when I felt a heel slam into my gut. It hit hard, like someone slamming me with their fist. "K Mr. Fag.....time to fetch me another beer.....get one for my bro also.....come on.....move it, before you piss me off again"

I felt Michael remove his toes from my mouth, I then wiggled my self out from under all the feet planted on top of me, and made my way to the kitchen. There was no way I wanted to upset Brock again, and therefore I practically ran to the kitchen.

I was back in the living room literally within seconds, only to receive a smirk from Brock, as I handed him his beer. "Damn, for a fuckin slave, you ain't too bright are you......where's Mikey's beer.....don't tell us you forgot it! Man, you got balls ...eh Luke?"

I turned and looked at my son, and started to apologize, when he jumped up from the sofa and back handed me in the mouth. "Git ya ass back out there and get my beer.....and you'd better move even faster this time, cause I'll be timing ya.....now get to it, bitch!"

Again, I ran to the kitchen, flew open the fridge door, grabbed a beer, turned and flew back into the living room, nearly cutting the time in half.

I handed my son the beer, then stood there panting, as all three teens sat on the sofa, laughing their butts off.

Brock elbowed Michael. "aaahhh come on Mikey, he obeyed you quite well.....you gotta learn to reward your slaves when they do well, just like you gotta slap em around when they don't....ya know? So come-on......give em a reward....show em what a good slave he is."

Michael listening to the ring leader once again, grunted a little....then stood up, and grinned at me. "Ya, I guess he's right....I guess I gotta start rewarding you...when you do good...so get down on your knees, and pull my dick out!"

I was a little surprised that Michael was ready for another blow-job so soon. But...I wasn't about to open my mouth and question him either.

I sank to my knees, and undid the single button on his tight boxer briefs. I then reached in and brought his semi-hard-on out into the open. With his dick now resting in my hand for all to see, the humiliation quickly returned.

I looked up at my son, for further instructions, as though I didn't have a clue what I was to do next. "What are you......fuckin stupid.....put the head of it in your mouth, before I kick your ass"

Once again Luke and Brock were in hysterics.

Not wanting Michael to start pounding on me, I wasted no further time taking the thick knob into my mouth, and proceeded to brush my tongue all around it, only to be yelled at once again. "Who the fuck told you to clean it for me, you fuckin perv....all I said was put it in your cock-sucking mouth.....now stop what you're doin and just kneel there"

With the twins now practically rolling on the floor laughing, I stopped bathing Michael's thick knob, and just knelt there with it resting on my tongue.

Within a few seconds, it was all too clear what my sons intentions were. Suddenly my mouth began filling up with a trickle of his warm piss, then before I could even swallow the first mouthful, the trickle became a raging river.

Michael placed both his strong hands on the back of my head, and continued pissing.....like he hadn't pissed in a week. "Yeeeaaah.....you're starting to like this, aintcha, pops? ........yeah you are.......you're slurping it right down like it was a cold beer in the middle of a fuckin desert.....huh? Look at em dudes....he loves anything that comes outta my dick......fuck, man....all those wasted years, I coulda been showering him with my piss, and savin us tons of water.....I tell ya, pops.....you shoulda said somethin."

The laughter from all three teens, was deafening, the humiliation unimaginable, the taste disgusting, but the power and the control my son had over me, was growing, and he knew it.

By the time Michael finished using my mouth as his private urinal, both Luke and Brock were waiting in line.

I hate to admit it, but I was impressed by the size of all three dicks, and I began wondering just where along the line Michael inherited such a huge one, while mine was much smaller in comparison.

Luke was up next, and it suddenly became apparent why Brock was the leader of the three. While Brock was evil minded, meaner, louder, and more forceful, Luke seemed much more milder. Now don't get me wrong, he's just as tough, strength wise, and the desire to dominate was just as strong as well....but, his voice wasn't as loud, and it lacked that sound of authority....that the Clayborne boys were known for.

"My turn, pig, open wide, but first I wanna hear you say...... please Master Luke, please piss in my mouth, Sir!"

My son got a huge charge out of that, and he along with Brock, were once again in hysterics.

I looked up into Luke's eyes, and saw the familiar smirk, that the Clayborne boys were famous for.

And by now, I knew better than to keep any Clayborne boy waiting. "Please Master Luke, please piss in my mouth, Sir"

"well, you weren't very convincing, but I think I can accommodate you, now open very wide, and wrap your lips around this awesome looking knob of mine, you fuckin fag"

Once again, the warm pee started out as a weak trickle, but all too soon.......it was gushing down my throat and into my belly.

By the time Luke had finished, and it was Brock's turn, I began feeling slightly nauseated.

As Brock stood in front of me, his well muscled legs spread wide, and his massive dick-head barely touching my lips, I begged myself not to get sick, before he was through. I knew full well, that if I barfed on him, I'd be dead meat.

"WOW....Mr. Fag, you don't look too well.....tell ya what tho....if you so much as spill one tiny drop of my precious piss....OR manage to find enough balls to puke, I'll beat your fuckin head in, then make you get down and clean it up with your fuckin queer tongue......you hearin me?"

"Yes sir, I hear you......I won't spill any, and I wont get sick, I promise you, Master Brock!"

Brock was quick to give us his best girly voice, while mocking me. "I wont get sick, I promise you Master Brock.........you're fuckin right I'm your Master, I'm everybody's MASTER....ain't that right Mikey?" I didn't dare turn my head in Michael's direction, for fear of a punch to my face from Brock, but I did hear a couple of yes sirs, coming from both Michael and Luke. "Yeeeaah you're so fuckin right I am........ Now as for you, Mr. Fag..... you ready for the waaay awesome taste of my piss, you fuckin perv pig?"

I looked up into those cold cold eyes of Brock's, and nodded my head... "oooooohhh yeeeaaah! I bet you are.....but first...I think you should show my dick some respect....kiss it.....kiss it right on that huge knob....as a matter of fact....stick your queer tongue right into my piss-slit as you kiss it......oooohh yeeeaaah, that feels awesome......brush your tongue all over that magnificent head, you fuckin piglet .......niiiiiiice......oooohh yeeaah.......here comes what is soon to be your favorite drink......Mr. Fag."

I did my best to avoid getting sick, and although I was successful, my belly felt as though it contained the Mississippi River. I felt bloated, and even more nauseous than before.....but of course I knew I had to hold it all in....at least till I could sneak off to the bathroom.

However, Brock wasn't quite finished with me, and it would be a while before I was able to break away from the Three Musketeers.

"Yeah....... how was that? I bet you fuckin loved the taste of MY piss....didn't ya? ...Now go and get me and my bro another beer....Mr. Fag......and make it snappy....I want record time here....so ya better hop to it!"

I got up from my knees and began running as fast as my legs would carry me, and every step I took, I felt that much closer to getting sick. I heard Brock making fun of me, as I ran the short distance from the living room to the kitchen. "ooooooh my GOD....listen you guys.......swiiiiissssssh, swisssssssssh, swisssshhhhh......that's the pigs belly full of piss, making that noise.......damn....I bet there isn't enough room inside his stomach for even two loads of cum......any bets?"

Of course my SON had to make a wager. "I'm up for betting, I bet he can still take each of our loads before barfing!?

Luke was just as confident as Michael. "Yeah, I'm with Mikey, I say the perv still has room for ALL our jizz!"

It wasn't until I was back from the kitchen and handing both Brock, and Luke their beers, that I suddenly realized I had once again forgotten Michael.

Brock immediately doubled over laughing, as my son first cuffed me in the head, and then kicked me in the butt. "You really are a fuckin stupid bitch.... you know that? Now get that fat ass of your's back out there and fetch me another beer, you fuckin piss breath, and this time, I'm fuckin timing ya, so you had better fly both ways"

The more I moved around, the more nauseous I became, and the more I had to struggle to keep it all down.

When I returned with Michael's beer, their conversation was back on the subject of their bet.

Brock, so sure that I could not keep from puking.... with more than one dudes load inside my belly...was eager to make wages. "So here's the bet guys, I say he pukes his guts out, after ONLY ONE of us shoots in his mouth....if I'm right.....you both get down on your knees and lick the sweat off my balls.....how's that?"

It was my brave son, that insisted on more details. "And if we win the bet?" "Don't worry pretty boy....you'll be tasting my nut-sac alright.....just like the last time.....I'm never wrong...remember?.....BUT, just to keep you happy, I'll tell you two what you would have won.....Mr. Fag here.... would have laid on the floor....while you two take turns sitting on his face, as he uses his tongue to fuck you're bare butt-holes.......deal?"

While Luke was hoping for something more, like maybe something along the lines of humiliating his brother for a change, my son was all smiles, eager to have my tongue deep inside his butt. "Sounds awesome to me.......I mean.....I would have thought of having him do that .....sooner or later anyways.....but hey....the sooner the better....right?" I couldn't believe those words leaving my sons mouth.....just another indication of how much of a negative impact..... those damn Clayborne boys had on him.

Brock was more than ready to get the show on the road......and I had no doubt that he'd make the boys pay up...if he won the bet....since it appears they've already had to pay the price at least once before.

"Ok, you two ball-lickers.....who's gonna have their dick sucked first? I say....as the leader...I get to go first.....I've already been waitin waaaay too long today......for a second blow-job as it is...any arguments?"

Neither Luke nor Michael opposed the leader, as they glanced into each others eyes, daring the other to speak up.

Brock stood in front of me, placed both his hands on my shoulders and squeezed hard, while smiling into my face.

I felt the pain immediately, and squinted my eyes, as he continued smiling at me. "Man, you're such a fuckin rag doll.......I'm not even using a fraction of my strength, and look at you....after less than a second...you're ready to fuckin cry......man....I'd love having you living under our roof, so I could watch you cry 24/7....what a fuckin power trip, havin this much control over an adult."

Brock was right, I really was shedding a few tears, from the pain of his power grip. And still, he didn't let up on my shoulders, as he continued digging in..... and squeezing, till I was kneeling in between his thick well muscled thighs, and sobbing like a baby.

His fly was already open, and the thick pouch of his tight black briefs was protruding outward from the crotch of his faded jeans.

"Go ahead, nozzle your face into the crotch of my briefs, and get a good wiff"

Like I had a choice, with his hand on the back of my head pushing downwards, it was only a matter of seconds before I was being smothered by the manly odor of his briefs, and the fact that my face was pressed hard into his nut-sac.

After holding my head in place for a few moments, the combination of the damp fabric covering his sweaty balls, and my mouth sucking on the outline of his left nut, through no choice of my own, literally had me intoxicated and lite headed.

"Yeeeaaah you fuckin perv, suck my balls through my underwear.....you fuckin like that...do ya...you like the taste of a teen jocks underwear....huh? I bet you can't wait for Mikey to leave the house....so you can dig out his dirty jocks and clean em with your queer tongue....huh?"

I hated hearing shit like that......I just wanted so bad to jump up and punch him hard, but I guess that wasn't likely to happen, considering his well muscled frame, and the power behind it.

After sucking his nads through his sweaty briefs, for what seemed like forever, Brock abruptly pushed me away, then stood over me, with a smirk planted on his face. He then began a slow erotic strip tease, peeling those tightly faded 501's down to his ankles, then stepping out of them slowly.

We all watched as he stepped forward, till the baseball size bulge of his black briefs, was touching my lips.

"Now peel my underwear off me, it's time for a face fucking that you'll remember for the rest of your fucked-up life, Mr. Fag!"

Brock then turned his head sideways to where Michael and Luke had ring side seats. He stared at my son, till they established eye to eye contact, then with their eyes locked together, Brock gave Michael a smirk, then a wink. "Hey Mikey, he better be as good as you say, not like that fuckin Aaron Tripp at school....that you trained for two and a half weeks, man....that kid left teeth marks all over my beautiful dick.......I tell ya Mikey, I hope that bitch is still hurting from the beating I had you give em, I tell ya one thing....he sure deserved every fuckin punch"

It took me longer then what should have been necessary, pulling Brocks damp briefs down over his bubble butt and well defined legs. It was as though his underwear, was frigging painted on him, and the fact that they were wet with a full days worth of sweat, didn't help the situation.

Once completely off, Brock was eager to offer me another muscle pose, spreading his legs wide, and flexing them to the max, I had all I could do to keep my hands at my side, fighting the urge to run my palms up and down his magnificent legs of steel.

He even went on with his muscle posing, stripping off his damp muscle shirt, showing off his awesome young pecs and six pack abs, as well as those guns that I swear were already three times larger than mine.

It's funny the things you remember throughout your life, when I was a kid, the rumor around town was that every Clayborne boy was born with muscles every where. Well I can tell you this, EVERY Clayborne boy I've met along the way, could easily have passed as a teenage body builder..... Brock and his twin Luke were certainly living proof, that the rumor is alive and well.

I can also confirm this, SO FAR, I've only seen two Clayborne dicks up close like this, not counting Lukes which I'm sure will make three. And each dick matched the body perfectly, nearly seven and a half inches long, and thick as hell, the other thing is, each had the most beautiful knob, in the shape of a large mushroom, with a long piss-slit.

The sound of heavy laughter and my sons voice brought me back to earth. "Holy fuck, man, the sight of your dick up close like that, has him in some kinda fuckin trance or something!"

"Ya Mikey, my dick is fuckin awesome, ain't it........ it seems that everyone that is lucky enough to get this close to it, get all hypnotized like, especially after kneeling in front of it for more than five minutes......we'll have to see how it works on YOU one of these days, eh?"

"I don't fuckin think so Brock, that's the one thing you wont be able to make me do......so just forget it...K? I have my limits, dude!"

I was proud of my son, for not being afraid to speak up to a Claybone, I have no idea, where he got his bravery from, but my boy was never afraid of anything, not even something twice his size in the muscle area.

Michael's back talk seemed to have pissed Brock off, which at the moment...was not a good sign for me. "Trust me Mikey......sooner or later.....EVERYONE gets a taste of my huge PUSSY SLAYER! Ain't that right Luke?"

With Brock now clutching the back of my head with one hand, and guiding his thick knob inside my warm mouth with his other hand, I wasn't able to catch Luke's response.

And what with Brock now pissed off, he wasn't allowing me time to adjust to his thick pussy slayer.

Thankfully, it was only semi-hard, as he forced most of it in, til the knob reached my tonsils, and my gag reflexes kicked in.

It took a moment for me to adjust to the thick monster now invading my mouth, but once I was able to relax, I managed to do ok.

I put my tongue to work immediately, brushing it against the undersides of Brocks love muscle .... up and down the thick vain. It was amazing how my tongue could feel his dick growing to it's full thickness, and now with my throat somewhat relaxed, I could even feel his thick nicely shaped knob make it's way past my tonsils.

With both of his hands now solidly attached to the back of my head, Brock began pumping in and out of my mouth. I was totally amazed with how gentle he was, as he fucked my face nice and slow. The only time I gagged or choked, was when I had his whole dick in my mouth, and he held it there cutting my ability to breathe completely off.

With my nose buried into his thick sweaty pubes, I became totally intoxicated with his manly odor.

Like the true Clayborne he is, Brock held my face tightly pinned to his groin, till I began gagging mercilessly, and even then, he took his time withdrawing his thick pussy slayer.

After creating a nice slow steady pace, which had me gagging only slightly, he began fucking my face in earnest.

The pace quickened, the thrusts were harder, my gags more frequent, and the tears from gagging and the pounding of my mouth were flowing like a waterfall. The sudden abuse taking place inside my mouth, had me crying like a baby. I barely heard Brocks laugh, or his voice as he spoke. "K bitch, party is over, time to work for your dinner! Oooooh fuck yeeeaah ....you did a good job training this one Mikey....but of course we all know that some one trained him before you, but you did good...anyway! Now, Mr. Fag....you get to see why they call my dick......The Pussy Slayer!"

The steady pounding of my mouth and throat, with no regard for my safety....only got more intense the closer Brock got to shooting off within my mouth. My eyes were pleading with him as he smiled broadly down at me, my gagging and choking became even way more frequent, and the palms of my hands on his muscular thighs were damp from his jock boy sweat.

There was no doubt in my mind that Brock was out to hurt me, either that...or he was out to win a bet, cause the harder he fucked my mouth the more nauseous I became.

Then suddenly he gave one incredibly hard thrust, and the hot lava from his volcano, began flowing down into my belly. I could feel but not taste the warm thick liquid, as it gushed out of his piss-slit. I could also feel his thick love muscle as it pulsed and throbbed rapidly against the linings of my throat.

"Oooooohhhhh my fuckin word....take it....you fuckin queer, perv....ooooooohhhhh maaaan......take it all, cocksucker....oooooohhhhh shit......and there's plenty more yet......aaaaahhhhhhh......"

Brock was of course right about THAT to, when he withdrew the spewing knob to the front of my mouth and left it there resting on my tongue, I was surprised at the amount of his sweet nectar that still spurted in large gobs.

I prayed that he'd finish REAL soon......cause the more of his thick warm cum I swallowed, the more upset my belly became.

Finally, Brock pulled my head off his pussy slayer, and tilted my head upwards. "How was that, Mr. Fag.......you took a nice size load.......but.... you look a little pale.......think you better hop hop to the bathroom before you have a major mess to clean.

I didn't need to be told twice.....and as I ran towards the bathroom......I heard Brocks comments. "aaaawww why the sad faces guys.......Tell ya what...I'll have Mr. Fag go ahead and butt fuck the two of you with his tongue anyway, even though you guys lost the bet.....AND...as an added bonus.....you two don't need to pay up on your bet TONIGHT......I'll let you ride till tomorrow......but I do expect a good ball washing this time, GOT IT!"

To be cont.