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A note to all the readers of "Teen Bully" that have been so patient, waiting for this chapter. I thank you all for the very many e-mails you have all sent. I believe each of you are entitled to an explanation for the long delay. First let me say, that I apologize for not being able to respond to each and every e-mail, time just wouldn't allow it, but I do thank you, and I hope I continue to hear from you!
I work as a seasonal Restaurant Manager from April to November, and this summer has been the busiest summer in years. I normally have some free time during the summers to work on my stories, but this summer hasn't allowed me that luxury.
Add to that, my Computer crashing earlier this month, and you have the two major reasons for the long delay in between chapters.
I seriously try my best getting these chapters written and posted as quickly as I can.
The next couple of chapters, of "Teen Bully" will be narrated by Danny, Sean, and Fozi, telling us their version of the lake side incident.
"Teen Bully" pt.33
You'd be hard pressed to guess which of the three was more shocked, but it was Dillan, seeing Sean standing over a kneeling and sobbing Danny...... that made the first move. He charged at Sean, like An angry bull at a red flag.
Tackling him, the two well developed teens crashed to the floor, and after rolling around on the carpet for a few moments or so, It was of course a stronger Sean that ended up on top. Now sitting on top of Dillan's chest, and pinning a younger version of Danny, Sean clenched his right hand into a tight fist, and raised it in the air, only to become even more shocked, when a strong hand grabbed the raised arm, and twisted it behind his back, painfully. "I think you've done enough damage, fuckhead, now get up, or I promise to break this arm in two pieces!"
Either Sean had doubts that Dover would actually do so, or he felt that Dover lacked the strength. Whatever his reason, Sean, made no attempt to stand up.... as ordered.
He even went so far as to spit down into Dillan's face, ignoring Dover ......entirely. "Good to see you Dil, my bros been waitin patiently for you. I was wonderin what was keepin ya, I knew that pussy boy Billy would get to you, and tell ya what was going on here with your bro. It's too bad you didn't get here sooner though, cause as of a short while ago, your brother Danny became a little bitch.... totally...... and completely! There ain't much you can do to help him now! He's lovin the taste of another dudes dick, and fresh cum .....waaaay too much ......to ever go without it now!"
Sean's cocky and worry free attitude, only pissed Dover off, causing him to add a lot more pressure to Sean's arm. This, in return.... forced a heart wrenching yelp from the young toughy, still sitting comfortably, on top of Dillan. "Oooooowwwwww! .....Ooooh man! .....you're soooo fuckin dead, you piece of shit. Let go of my arm, NOW! Or I'll beat you so fuckin bad, no one will ever recognize you!"
Dover began adding even more pressure, and gave Sean to the count of three to stand up. "Listen to me, asshole...... you seriously have no idea......how badly I want to break this, and your left one too. So......I'll give you to the count of three, before I snap this one in two pieces! Now one last time, stand up and head outside. One....two......"
Sean, with his face bright red with anger, and humiliation, dismounted Dillan, standing up, a second or so before Dover reached the count of three, and walked towards the door.
Once outside, and noticing Billy and me, he knew, he and his bro were out numbered, yet, he still played it down. "It figures you two showed, bet the two of you were gettin a little hungry.....eh? Sooooo........let's see.... three of you.....plus that helpless fuck inside, still on his knees crying like the little bitch he is.....well......hmmmmmm..........let's see......uuuuummmmm.....you know what? ......That still only makes one and a half, against me and my crazy bro....and guess what? You're still gonna need a few more buds to help ya,.......... and that's just to stay alive!"
Dover gave Sean a little shove, releasing his arm, and as Sean spun around to charge back at Dover, Dover was ready and waiting, with his boxer stance.
I had to give Sean credit for one thing, he's no coward, and fortunately, he's certainly no boxer .....either!
He instantly flew in at Dover, with both arms stretched out to the side, as though he had plans to easily tackle, and take Dover down to the ground. Obviously underestimating Dover's boxing ability.
Those of us watching, each made a painful grimace, while squinting our eyes, as Sean literally ran right into a powerful and fast as lightening, left and right combo.
Looking as though he ran right smack into an on coming mack truck, Sean wobbled backwards.
Grabbing him by the head, and holding Sean up, Dover let loose with several, very painful knee butts to Sean's gut.
Sean, now making only painful uuuuummmmph sounds, had absolutely no clue..... what he ran into, and still no clue....as to who the hell this kid Dover was.
It was quite obvious at this point, that Dover could very easily have finished Sean off rather quickly, with just a couple more rapid blows to the head. However, it was also quite obvious, at this point, that Dover wanted to play this out, punishing Sean, for as long as he possibly could, and enjoying every second of it.
Letting Sean now drop to the ground, Dover stood over him, totally expressionless. He knelt down, then casually turned Sean over onto his belly, and straddled Sean's upper back, placing Sean into a very painful Camel clutch, forcing him to yell out in massive pain.
Adding a little more pressure to the tight painful wrestling hold on Sean, Dover, looked over at me, and smiled, as each of us stood by in a semi circle, ...... listening to Sean cry out numerous times.....his submission! "ok, Ok, OK, I give you motherfucker, now let me up!"
Totally wrong words to be using with Dover, being that his mom had died.
Although, it was as if Dover had heard those words a million times, not showing even an ounce of anger what so ever, OR, maybe it was that Dover had been trained not to let harsh words like those, create anger within him.....so that he might always be in control.
He casually released his tight, powerful, and quite painful hold, letting Sean's face fall into the grass.
Dover then slowly dismounted Sean's back, and stood up, pulling Sean up to his knees, by placing his hands on each side of Sean's head, and yanking up-wards, stretching Sean's neck to the max. This, in itself, had to be extremely painful, as we listened to Sean cry out with several yelps.
Ignoring Sean's cries, Dover continued pulling upwards on Sean's head, till Sean was kneeling in front of him. The scene itself was hot as hell, Seeing Sean on his knees in front of my new best friend. The scene was particularly hot, because of Dover's tight, faded 501's, and the fact that in these jeans, his basket looked as though a baseball had been tucked in there. I distinctly heard Billy sigh, as Sean's lips actually came into contact with Dover's crotch, quite by accident.
Once on his knees in front of Dover, Sean's head was placed between Dover's awesome looking, denim covered thighs. We all watched as the already tight, faded denim, stretched to the max, along the thighs, as Dover flexed his muscles around Sean's head, to the point, where Sean was once again, submitting, but still not to Dover's liking. "OK, I said I give.....THIS IS WHERE YOU LET ME GO......you stupid fuck!"
Dover, not at all happy with Sean's unrelenting attitude, decided to punish him a little more. Flexing his strong legs around Sean's
head, even more so. Even as Sean began pounding wildly with his fists at Dover's outer thighs, my friend Dover, only winked at me, not showing any pain from what appeared to be some pretty powerful punches hammering away at his legs. I could see his thick thigh muscles tightening up, and thought to myself, damn, Dover is a lot freaking tougher than I gave him credit for.
Ironically, it was Dillan that saved Sean from passing out. "Hey dude, his face is like purple, you might wanna loosen those pythons a little bit. I mean, we don't want him passing out on us, before I get my turn beating the fuck outta him."
Dover loosened his grip on Sean, by spreading his legs slightly, allowing Sean to literally fall to the ground, like a sack of potatoes.
Now standing over Sean, with his arms folded across his chest, Dover looked down at the beaten bully, and in a very calm voice, offered him another chance. "I'm letting you up, dude. So we can start all over again. But I gotta tell ya, dude? You certainly aren't the tough boy, I've been hearing so much about, are you? Actually, I think you're just a pussy, disguising your self as a muscular jock. Is that it? You just trying to intimidate everyone into being frightened of ya, with all those jock boy muscles? Too bad it didn't work with me......eh, pussyboy! Come on, get up, show us all ......how tough...... and strong .....you really are!"
Sean was already beaten, he knew it, we knew it, and Dover knew it. Yet Dover wasn't finished punishing the bad boy, not even close!
When Sean refused to get up, even after the humiliating words spoken to him by my hero, Dover once again pulled Sean up by his hair, and while holding him up with his left hand, he used his right fist to let loose several more painful shots to the gut, and one solid right to the side of Sean's left jaw. I'm pretty sure it was that last powerful punch to the head that did the damage, even though at the time, Sean appeared to be just beaten, nothing serious.
Suddenly out from no where, Fozi's voice startled us all. Only wearing a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, he stood in the door way, for how long?.....none of us really knew. "Hey.....what the fucks goin on?"
Sean, of course was the first to speak, this time. "Where the fuck you been? Help me out here will ya? Tackle this fucker, then you and I can work him over together, these pansies aren't gonna interfere, unless they want a beating they'll never forget. Come o........" Sean's voice was then muffled by Dover's bare foot, resting across Sean's mouth.
Fozi checked out Dover, real good, as Dover held Sean down with his foot planted on Sean's face. I figured Fozi was just waiting for the right moment to run in, and tackle Dover.
It was at this time that Fozi recognized the dude beating the shit out of his brother. "Hey! I know you....you're Dover McHale! The teen boxing champion, holy shit.....I heard you lived in this area somewhere. Wow, man, fuckin awesome, but I don't get it, why you here with these fags, and beatin on my bro....what's the story with that.....man?"
Dover then removed his foot from Sean, and stood back, allowing Sean to stand up, if he could!
He ignored Fozi's question, didn't even look over at Fozi. But, suddenly all eyes were on Dover, and it was Dillan's turn to speak. "Ooooh shit, Man, I thought I knew you from somewhere, I mean.....I know you go to our school and shit, but I mean other than school, I always thought you looked familia." It had always been Dover's style to be modest, never bragging or showing off his boxing ability, or his fame, even though to most teens that followed the sport of boxing, Dover was a teenage celebrity.
It took several minutes, but then Sean made his way to his feet. Both dudes now standing, with Sean looking as though he could easily be knocked back down..... by just blowing on him.
Although........ he apparently learned his lesson well enough the first time, cause this time, rather than charge in at Dover, he stood there...... taking his time, trying to come up with a plan. "Ya, I thought I recognized you from somewhere. You might be good at boxing, dude......but you're way outta your league takin me on, looks like we're gonna have a celebrity giving us head soon, little bro, how's that sound?"
Fozi made it quite clear, that Sean was on his own. "Don't count me in on this, bro, you're totally on your own, and if I were you, I'd give up now while you're still breathin, this dude, will kill ya for sure."
Sean, apparently counted on his brothers help, never ....ever remembering a time when Fozi wasn't up for a good fight.
Sean, stood there pondering his next move.
Only problem for Sean was, Dover wasn't going to give him all night to think about it.
After a few long moments passed, Dover got tired of waiting, and started playfully dancing the boxers dance all around Sean, Jabbing here and there, mostly in fun, not really connecting his punches to any part of Sean's body. Just kind of teasing and humiliating him.
Sean, meanwhile was spinning around, trying to guard himself against the playful jabs, Dover always stopping within a hair of actually hitting Sean.
The whole scene was quite funny to all, except Sean, of course. Soon enough, hearing the laughter all around him, Sean, made his second big mistake. He managed to get close enough to Dover, to land a kick straight to the balls.
The expression on Dover's handsome face, was first, one of surprise, probably because he allowed himself to be vulnerable to such a low blow. His next expression was one of pain, as he doubled over slightly, and grimaced, while grabbing at his crotch, with both hands.
While Dover was doubled over, Sean, of course took full advantage of the opportunity at hand, by wildly swinging his fists into the sides of Dover's face.
Being kicked in the nuts, and then punched several times in the face, by a dude, with the muscle bulk as Sean, no matter how great a boxer you are, you're gonna be hurting.
Dover was still clutching his balls, when he landed on the ground in a fetal position.
Sean didn't waste a second straddling Dover, sitting on Dover's side, and pinning Dover's arms, in front of him, as he continued clutching his nuts. Sean now on top, grinned for the first time, but it was an angry, and extremely painful grin, and I knew the tables had suddenly changed, big time.
I stood waiting for an opportunity to help my friend, now in a fetal position, with the new king of bullies sitting on top of him.
With his arms pinned to the sides of him, by Sean's well muscled legs, Dover couldn't block the power punches connecting to his head. Yet he wasn't making a sound as his head took a beating.
A now very pissed off Sean was out for blood, and not just a little. He himself had been humiliated, in front of others, and he didn't like it. "You seriously didn't think you could take me, did ya? Huh? Did ya? Now listen to me, jerkoff, I don't give a flying shit who the fuck you are, you don't stand a chance against me! You just got a little lucky with some punches...is all. Now, it's my turn! But first, let's get you turned over on your back, so I can watch the expression on your face, as I make some major improvements to it."
Sean was an excellent street fighter, but nearly all his fights were won, after he was able to take his victims to the ground. From that point on, his victims suffered beyond words, as he used wicked tight wrestling holds, that often put his opponents out quickly.
Never listening to their submissions, sometimes even after he put them out, he'd continue applying his muscle, and playing with them. This was of course a trait he learned from Danny, and he used it, when he wanted something more than just a simple submission.
I had a sick feeling that was going to be the case with Dover, Sean was going to torture him, for a long period of time, even if Dover should pass out. What made the situation even more frightening to me, is now that Sean knew who Dover was, he was probably going to get off big time, on hurting Dover, probably to the point of adding another notch to his bed post!
Before I could even come up with a plan, on helping Dover, Dillan flew past me, and within seconds had Sean in a wicked tight neck lock, with his forearm tightly pressed against Sean's jugular vein, pulling Sean off Dover, and still holding tightly. "What did you do to my brother, you fuckin asshole, you are soooo fuckin dead, you piece of shit!" Sean's face was turning blue, his eyes were bulging out. Dover got to his feet and tried talking Dillan into releasing Sean. "Let him go, dude, I want to finish what I started, you can have what's left to him....I promise"
Dillan didn't have much of a choice, someone was standing behind him, with a fistful of his hair, then came a powerfully solid punch to the side of his face, forcing him to release his grip on Sean.
Next thing I know, there are two fights going on at the same time, Dover and Sean both standing, with Dover getting some major punches in, and Fozi and Dillan, on the ground, with Fozi beating the shit out of Dillan.
It looked to Billy and I that Dover was holding his own against Sean, but Dillan was receiving what very well might be, the beating of his life. Even worse than the beating he got right in his own back yard, when it was three against him.
The two young teens were the same age, but Fozi's muscled body had more definition, and was by far more compact, Dillan wasn't even a challenge to the much stronger Fozi.
Sitting very comfortably on top of Dillan's chest, Fozi began verbally abusing him, while every few moments he'd slam his fist into Dillan's head, when Dillan didn't respond to the question, fast enough. "Heard you're a fag, you like SUCKING dick? ....Huh?....do ya? You like the taste of another dudes cum?"
Dillan tried his best to speak in between fozi's punches.
"I don't know what you're talkin about, I'm not a fuckin fag, so can you get off me ......now?"
"Not what I heard....I hear that after Devin, beat you up, you gave him a blow-job, and after you ate his cream, he washed it down your throat with his piss....it's true.....huh? You like sucking cum out of another dudes dick, then swallowin it like it was ice cream....huh? But it don't stop there....you even like suckin the piss out of another dudes dick, go ahead....DENY IT FAGBOY, SO I CAN BEAT YOUR FUCKIN HEAD TO A PULP!"
I looked over at Danny, wishing he didn't have to listen to this shit.
Dillan's refusal to speak up and deny it......caused Danny to bow his head and shake it back and forth.
I looked to Billy, and our eyes did the talking, we agreed we had to help Dillan, and we both knew, one of us, if not both, was going to get hurt real bad. I then looked over at Danny, still sitting in the corner, just watching, as Fozi showed Dillan who was boss.
But before Billy and I could make a move, the phone rang, and everyone kind of froze. Too late for Sean though, as he was out cold, laying stretched out at Dover's feet. Shit, I thought to my self, why did I have to miss that.
Fozi, apparently not noticing his bro had been ko'd, dismounted Dillan, to answer the phone. But not before offering Dillan some advice. "Don't even move, fag, if you know what's good for ya, I'm no where's near done with you yet!" Before Fozi, could make it to the phone, the answering machine picked up the incoming call. "Guys, just checking in with you, the Jameson's called here, Said they heard what sounded like screams earlier today, coming from our lake house. I told them you two were probably just horsing around as usual, but I thought I'd better check in to be safe, give me a call, when you get this. Listen, son? If I don't here from you within the next fifteen minutes, I'm driving up there. It's six o-clock now, I need to hear from you A.S.A.P" Click.
It was then, Fozi turned, looking for his bro, and panicked.
The dirty fight plan, Sean used, in order to gain control of the fight, may have worked very well on most dudes, but unfortunately for Sean, the nasty attempt at gaining control, would probably NEVER have worked on a seasoned boxer. After nearly four years of boxing with the best teens in the state, Dover was by now, pretty much immune to the average face and body punches. As it was, Sean, being nearly ko'd at the beginning of the fight, lacked the necessary muscle behind the punches to actually do any real damage to Dover's head.
Dover explained to me on the way home, the blow for blow that put Sean out, when I wasn't looking.
Apparently he surprised Sean, with not so much as a bloody lip to show for all the punches Sean delivered to him. Dover didn't even attempt to play with his opponent this time around. He just punched the shit out of Sean, not even giving him the opportunity to get one single punch in. Dover, after hitting Sean in the gut several times, just stood up straight, and sent a wicked fast .....left, right, combo into Sean's face, sending the tormentor crashing to the ground. I was still sorry I missed it, I so wanted to see the expression on Seans face just before his lights went out.
Dover, now slowly, and even quite casually, squatted down and straddled Sean's face, while giving a double biceps victory pose, then moved his butt to Sean's chest, spat once into Sean's face, then stood up. Turning around slowly, he looked over at Fozi, and did an excellent Bruce Lee imitation. With a wide grin, and raising his eyebrows, he crooked his finger several times, beckoning Fozi towards him. "I believe it's your turn, little bro!"
However, another very surprising event was about to happen, before Fozi took his first step towards Dover, Danny spoke up, and shocked us all. "Noooo! He didn't have anything to do with any of this! It was all Sean's doing, Fozi even tried to stop his bro, even tried helpin me escape several times, so don't take this out on him, just cause his brothers an asshole!"
Each of us, particularly Billy, had a wicked hard time, believing Danny, but since the words came directly from Danny's mouth, without anyone pointing a gun at him, we each figured he must know who was responsible for all the damage done to him, right?
Dover, my hero, the dude that was willing to take on the entire school and all it's bullies, and even risk getting beat up by Sean, just for me, had a hard time believing it as well. "Dude? Are you sure about that? I mean .....you look pretty fucked up, maybe you need a minute to think about what you're saying?"
Danny shook his head slowly. "Nooo! Listen to me, I'm not stupid....I know exactly who did what to me, and the only thing Fozi did ....was to try and stop Sean, and try to help me escape. So please.....leave him alone....K"
Billy shook his head, he saw with his own eyes what Fozi did to Danny the day before, but he stayed out of it, figuring Danny had his own reasons for protecting Fozi, and now, that Fozi was getting off scot free, Billy was especially happy that he and I didn't need to take part in any of the fighting.
Fozi walked over to Danny, placed his arm around Danny's shoulder, and turned to us with an evil grin. "Yep, Danno and I bonded really tight, these last couple of days. There were moments when nothin could come between us......eh bud?"
I may be naive at times, but even I could see something wasn't quite right with this new friendship between Danny and Fozi, but like Billy, and Dover, I too stayed out of it, I mean if Danny said Fozi was on his side, then who were we to argue with Danny over that?
In any case, Dover decided to push Fozi a little, egging him on, trying to humiliate him into a fight. "Dude, I don't know about you, but if someone came along and beat the shit out of my brother, I'd want a piece of the asshole. How can you just stand there, the tough boy you are, and not want to help your bro?"
At this point Dover dropped his arms to his side. "Come-on dude, I heard you're pretty brave, you sure were brave enough to take on Billy here, and not just a few times, from what I hear. So defend your bro's honor and beat the fuck out of me, the way you do Billy, and the way you just did to Dillan.
Fozi couldn't want anything more than to beat-up Dover, man, he'd be the talk of the twin towns, if he were to accomplish that feat. He looked Dover up and down, as if to ponder the idea a little bit. Sure was tempting to give it a shot. He knew he had the well packed muscles over Dover.
Yet, after thinking about it for a minute or two, he shook his head. "Dude, I'm not exactly happy with you knocking my brother out like that, and although I'm as brave as any high school jocks, I'm not stupid. I know how awesome you are at fighting, I mean fuck, man, you're my idol, I look up to you dude. If my stupid bro is wacked enough to take you on, and get ko'd, that's his prob, besides, he and I are only half brothers, not full blood..... ya know?"
Billy and I both shook our heads in disgust, as Billy whispered. "Fucking coward, not so brave now.... is he?" I looked over at Fozi, and saw him glaring at Billy, he obviously heard what Billy had just muttered. But for the time being, he blew it off, pretending he didn't hear it.
We all turned at the same time in the direction of Sean, as we heard the coughing sounds of a badly beaten dude. Sean remained on the ground, not even attempting to get up. Only moving his head, looking around at us, as though each of us were total strangers to him. The puzzled expression remained glued to his face.
Fozi, trying to gain brownie points with Dover, made a few suggestions. "Listen dude, I still don't know what you're doin with these fags here, but....I have an idea." Now pointing directly at me and Billy. "I'll give you those two queers, they're now yours .........to use however you want....I mean, you can keep em like forever if ya want, they both give excellent head and make great slaves. You can get em to do most anything....and I give em both to ya, just to show ya, there's no hard feelins between us, ya know? BUT......you should like get outta here now, ya know....I mean before my father arrives and starts askin questions and shit."
I had no clue, as how the ownership of me went from Danny to Fozi, but seeing that look of anger in Dover's eyes, I decided to ignore the remark.
I nudged Dover and nodded my head in agreement. "Ya, he's right Dove, maybe we should split"
Dover had that pissed off look in his eyes, and I knew he was close to jumping on Fozi. "Let's get one thing straight asshole, Jay doesn't belong to YOU .......or ANYBODY else in this fucking room, SO HE ISN'T YOURS TO BE GIVING AWAY, you got that, you fucking piece of shit? FURTHER MORE, anyone of you here EVER even LOOKS at him cross eyed from now on, will be dancing with me a lot more than you danced with your girlfriends at the Home Coming. Now ANYONE got something to say about that?"
As I mentioned long ago, I was never big on sports, so this never really applied to me.....however.......I had often heard, that even jocks, no matter what age, often have their share of male idols within that great circle of sport celebrities, and athletes, and although Dover as a teenager, may not have a huge following of fans as of yet, he certainly had one in Fozi. "Hey you've got no prob with me dude.......I just wanna be friends......what you want with these two is up to you......but you better hurry and get out of here, before the old man arrives, and don't worry, he don't have to know that you were here fightin with Sean....K?"
I whispered into Dover's ear, nodding his head in agreement, Dover glared at Fozi once again. "Another thing, I don't know what took place here between you, your brother, and Danny, but whatever it was, remains a top secret, that means no one ever hears about it......EVER! You got that?"
Again, Fozi was most agreeable with Dover. "I give you my word, dude.....Danny and I are wicked close NOW.....and I'm lookin forward to havin the same close relationship with his brother Dillan, I promise you, NO ONE...... will ever know ......anything about Danny's secret!"
All of us, with the exception of Fozi and Sean, piled into Billy's car, and brought Danny and Dillan home, but before leaving, and with Sean still laying out on the ground, Dover allowed each of us a bit of revenge.
He insisted we each take turns jacking off in Sean's face, and each of us, except for Danny and Fozi, were mighty happy to be given the opportunity. Dover, even knelt down over Sean's head, and held his mouth open so that we could fill it with our teen juice.
Then after Dillan added spit to an already very full mouth, Dover forced Sean to swallow, with not as much as a dirty look from his very brave and extremely tough brother, Fozi.
I thought something was not right..... when.... even after we jerked off in his mouth, Sean still remained on the ground, with a very peculiar look on his face.
That night, I received a call from Dillan, it turns out, that Sean was in the hospital, along with a fractured jaw, and a few loose teeth, he had partial amnesia. The key word was partial, he remembered things, like walking and talking, and the most important functions in life, but no memory at all of faces, and places, and no memory whatsoever of his own personal info. No memory pertaining to his profile. In other words, being a bully, was something he had no recollection of at all, nor the people he bullied.
The poor kid didn't even remember how to masturbate, or the pleasure received from it.
The doctors claimed that in time, he may recover fully, eventually remembering everything, pertaining to his past, or.... he may remember only bits and pieces, however, it was also possible he'd NEVER remember anything or anyone from his past. Fozi kept his word, never snitching on his idol, never saying boo about what took place with Danny at the lake. Therefore Danny's secret was safe, at least from the rest of world. Leaving Fozi and Danny, the only two NOW....... that knew every little detail.
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Nearly a month had gone by, since the incident at the lake. Dover and I spent every day after school, and weekends together. I was learning how to defend my self quite well, and my body began taking shape........noooooo.......I'd never have the awesome body, like Danny, Sean, or Fozi. I was too thin, they each had the bone structure to help them look like teenage body builders, their muscles bulged even when they weren't flexing, but I was happy now, no longer was I just a bag of bones, and I owed it, and sooooo much more.... to Dover.
You would have thought that after a month of not being used by Danny, or Dillan, or anyone else for that matter, and having someone as special as Dover by my side constantly, that I'd be happy. But, not so.
School time for me was back to normal, or as normal as it could be, since that day at swim practice. Sure I still get that look at times from some toughy, or jock, that happens to be horny, but no more bathroom rape scenes, no more gestures, no more propositions from classmates. So it was as close to normal as it would ever get.
The thing is, I still loved Danny, and I missed him soooooo freakin much. Yep, I fell in love big time, and it hurts more than I can ever say..... not to be with him, even occasionally!
The one thing I discovered about Dover, the one and only fault of his, if you want to call it a fault, is that he's wicked jealous. The mere mention of Danny's name, and he glares at me with daggers.
I go totally out of my way at school to run into Danny. Hoping and even praying that one of these times, he'll acknowledge me. Only to have him pass right by me, acting as though we've never met, and that hurts even more. He has changed so much, no longer the center of attention, no longer even seeking attention, as a matter of fact ......it's as if he tries hard to avoid attention.
Dillan speaks to me..... but only rarely....and only in passing, and only if I speak first.
I don't want you to think that I don't love Dover, because I do, it's just that the love I feel for Danny is waaaaay stronger, and even though Danny no longer dominates my body, his memory dominates my heart. As a matter of fact, the ONLY time I CRY ANYMORE is when I am totally alone in my room, and missing Danny. I try extra hard to hold back the tears, but the memory of the last week or so spent with him, keeps coming back, and the tears start flowing.
Dover and I have tons of sex, and I love it, but it's usually me serving him and his needs. I mean other than a butterfly kiss on the forehead, or neck, and an occasional hand-job.....he never reciprocates. I was so sure that the day he came out to me, was his way of telling me he wanted us to be much closer than just good friends. I personally couldn't see us in a possible love affair, certainly not between the states teenage boxing champ, and the high schools most popular faggot, and I had no reason to worry, cause it never happened.
He's been so good to me, and has done so much to restore my life as it was before Danny, that I don't feel as though I have any right to question his desire to stay within the closet. Don't get me wrong, I so totally understand him not wanting to hurt his reputation, he loves boxing, and has dreams of one day becoming the worlds middle weight champ, something that could only happen if..... or rather .....when .....the world changes it's ignorant ways on the subject of gay athletes.
For the time being, I have to be content with the fact that there is someone in my life, that loves me, truly loves me, for the person I am.
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The lakeside incident, as told by Danny
Waking up to the loud obnoxious sound of the phone was enough to piss me off, the fact that my brother Dillan wasn't picking it up, only pissed me off that much more. Reaching for the phone, and knocking the half glass of day old milk onto the floor, had me ready to beat on somebody. Checking the caller I.D. had me screaming words normally reserved for people I didn't much care for. "Whaaaaat the fuck do you want, so fuckin early in the mornin, you fuckin asswipe?" My bud Sean, never called at this hour, not even on school mornings. "Geeeees....chill dude, will ya? I told ya, my dad was droppin us off at the lake early in the mornin.....bet you're not even packed....huh? No prob, just need a speedo anyway, chances are that's all we'll be wearin while there. Soooo ......you gonna be ready in like twenty...or what?"
Fuck.....I totally forgot we were leavin for the camp so fuckin early. "Ya dude, I'll be ready and waitin, but you sooo ruined an excellent dream I was havin........me and Amanda was like stranded on this bazar island, and she was like totally fuckin scared shitless.....so like everytime she wanted me to go into the woods to get stuff for a bonfire, I'd make her blow me first......she didn't have much of a choice...ya know? AND...." Asswipe Sean cut me off before I finished tellin him about the best part of the dream. "Ya....whatever dude, save it for later, I gotta go, ....be ready in like fifteen minutes....seeya"
He so hated me talkin about Amanda.......I guess it's because he can't keep a girlfriend for more than a week....if ya ask me, once they see the real him....they can't deal....his attitude sooooo sucks.
When I stepped out of bed, and onto the soggy carpet, and nearly trippin on the now empty glass, I should have known then..... It was all a sign for me to stay in bed that day and for the next several days as well.
We arrived at the lake house, and Sean and I started arguing right from the start. His dad wasn't even out of the driveway, when I wished that I was in the car heading back home with him. Totally not a good idea for him to let Sean and me stay at the camp unsupervised.
Sean insisted we change immediately into a speedo, a rule he made up when we were like six years old.....any friends spending time at his summer camp had to wear nothin but a speedo. I admit the first few years even I thought it was a cool rule, but as we got older, and especially after we hit puberty, the rule became stupid. I mean think about it, a tight speedo don't hide very much to begin with, but, when you got a raging woody, .....I mean shit, man, try hiding that while wearing a frigging speedo, ya know ?
My bud Sean and me hadn't been exactly seeing eye to eye these days. He'd been shootin off his mouth to me, for a couple of weeks now, and that in itself was something I could normally deal with.... if we were alone, but lately he'd been doing it in front of others, and his cockiness with me was getting waaaay outta hand.
The whole reason for us spendin a couple of weeks alone at the camp was for us to bond .....and kinda fix our ailing friendship, or so I was told. At first I didn't like the idea, I was just gettin back with my girlfriend Amanda, and wasn't thrilled about being away from her for two whole weeks, but Sean insisted, and here I am.
He was being a total asshole about the speedo rule, so I gave in to him, and changed into a speedo, just to keep peace.
He managed to sneak a large cooler of beer into his dads truck, pulling out a can of coke and tossin it to me, had his dad convinced the cooler was filled with soda. Shows ya how cool his dad is, my dad would have taken a peak into the cooler, while I wasn't lookin, just to make sure it was all soda.
After we took a few dips into the lake, Sean started being an asshole again, coming up with this lame idea, that we should test our strength and shit..... why? ....Beats me! ....He says we and our buds should know once and for all .....Just who was the toughest, me or him.
I for one didn't need to know, I mean, I was always tougher than Sean......so what! I didn't need to rub it in his face and shit, and if by chance he was now tougher than me....big deal....ya know?
I couldn't help lately noticing the extra tightness and muscle tone of his body, he'd been wicked busy workin out and shit....and it showed....but good for him.....it didn't bother me.......after all, he's my bud since like five years old.....so I'm like happy for him, that he's packing more muscle these days.
I kept telling him..... "We don't need to test our strength, dude, that's fuckin stupid, who cares which of us is stronger, besides.....I already know I can kick your ass all over this fuckin lake"
Shoulda kept my mouth shut, cause this only made Sean more eager to test our strength. I wont spend tons of time on all the minor details, but he also came up with this gay reward type thingy. The loser had to jerk off the winner two times before the night was over.....in any position the winner chooses! Which IN A NUT SHELL meant whomever the winner was, could have his dick jacked off in the losers face....... if the stronger dude so chose. I was soooo totally against this idea, no way if I lost did I wanna touch another dudes dick, never mind having it pointed at my face when it blew its load.
Yet as angry and as opposed to this queer idea as I was, Sean got his way once again.
I didn't mention, that along with the beer Sean managed to sneak in for us, he also had some excellent weed. Neither of us was into drugs, but a little weed every few months on special occasions was cool, I guess.
Before starting our test of strength, Sean suggested we take a quick dip in the lake, by now I was nearly out of it between the beer and the weed, and the idea sounded awesome, it was just what I needed before proving to my bud Sean that I was still the boss.
After taking a few quick laps in the lake, we were back inside, and Sean was busy answering my question as to how we were going to go about testing our strength. We would start with a gut punching round, then two wrestling rounds, the dude winning the best out three, would prove to be the strongest.
With two mattresses thrown on the carpet, we took our stance. Sean decided I should go first. Little did I know at the time, but I was in much worse shape than Sean. He was completely sober, while I was nearly out of it. This puzzled me, we both drank the same amount.
I clenched my fist and gave what I thought was one of my most solid shots to his unprotected gut. I expected that this power punch to his stomach would hurt him enough to call the whole thing off, but he only stumbled backwards slightly, not down to the mat as I had hoped for.
My second power punch to his gut, didn't even cause him to grunt, he seemed totally ready for it. Which made me angry enough to throw everything I had into the final punch. I was determined that this last punch would send him to his knees, groaning big time.
I tightened my right fist, took a deep breath, packing every muscle I have into this final shot, and with my full body strength ....I threw my powerful fist into his gut. I was stunned, sure the punch had to hurt him, he wasn't superman...... but it didn't bring him down, and after he composed himself, he offered me the wicked evil grin, the famous grin Sean and I came up with..... while torturing our victims.
It was Sean's turn, and as mentally disabled as I was from the beer and the weed, I knew enough to plant my self as solidly as I could on the mattress.
Without any warning, his powerful fist hit my abs so fast and so hard, it totally took my wind away. I wasn't only in super pain, I was also in shock. When did Sean get sooooo fuckin strong? I was doubled over, clutching my gut for like ten minutes, and so wantin to just crash onto the soft mattress beneath me, but realizing to do so, would mark him the winner of this round. No way would I allow myself to do that, no matter how much pain I had to take from him.
I tilted my head backwards and looked up at Sean, the evil grin still there, like it was painted with perfection onto his cute teenage face.
His second punch brought pretty much the same results, the power of it, knocked the wind out of me, It felt as though his fist was made of iron, causing my eyes to bulge out, and my face a shade of blue, as I fought to catch my breath.
Sean even put on a little muscle posing show for me, flexing all his teen muscles, even going as far as to kissin his own flexed guns, then lickin them, before lookin over at me while flexing his legs and thigh muscles. I had to admit one thing, he was lookin pretty powerful, with just a light sheen of perspiration covering his well tanned body, his tight black speedo still wet from our swim, only accentuated his tight teenage frame.
Then it was time, and his third punch led me to believe the first two were just playful jabs by him. I swear he planned to save the best for the last, just so he could watch me suffer from the pain caused by his new well muscled arms.
He punched me sooo hard, and with such power, that I felt as though I was gonna barf.
He even left his fist connected to my gut, for at least a full moment. Even felt as though it was still imbedded in my gut, long after he pulled it away, and even as I crumbled to my knees on the mattress, and remained there....... wondering when he was gonna pull his fist out of my abs.
I rested my head face down on the soft mattress, struggling to regain my breath.
Before I was even able to control my breathing so that it was back to normal, Sean came crashing down on my head, sitting there on top of my head with his tight butt, pinning it down, and his wet speedo dampening my hair.
While still struggling to breathe, I did everything I could to throw Sean off me, but it was no use, he was on top of my head to stay for as long as he wanted.
My failed attempt at throwing him off me, only gave him an excuse to punish me, and to prove to me, that he was now stronger, as he began bashing my ribs and kidneys with his power punches.
After getting my breath back to normal, I began submitting to him, his punches were killin me, and my cries of pain were loud and pitiful.
Finally, just as I thought I might pass out, I felt Sean lift his butt off my head. Then felt him yank at my hair, raising my head off the mattress, only to slam it down onto his wet nylon basket.
This was the first time my lips ever came this close to another dudes crotch, and I was waaaay to out of it ......to fight him off.
I just laid there as he rubbed my lips and nose into the wet crotch.
Within seconds, he managed to get a stiffie, he then began rubbing my lips and nose up and down the length of it, and all around it. It was thicker, and even appeared longer than I remember seeing it at a few feet away, while watchin him use it to create a male bitch to serve us.
He finally stopped rubbin my face over the wet nylon covered dick, but he continued holdin my face pressed against it, only now my lips were pressed against the hard thick head.
He began with his famous verbal abuse."Sniff it.... get a good wiff.....now lick it....you fuckin loser! DO IT.......or I swear ......I'll turn you over on your belly right now....and FUCK you...till you pass out!"
I had no doubt that Sean, bud or no bud, would do exactly as he threatened, without even a second warning.
I parted my lips, and began brushin my tongue over the wet nylon head of his mushroom shaped knob. Havin my tongue pressed against another dudes dick-head, was seriously the most humiliating thing I have ever done in my life. I was so humiliated, I wanted to kill someone, but didn't even have the strength to lift my arms off the mattress. I listened as Sean moaned softly, as he moved my head up and down the length of his thick tool, while the verbal bashing continued.
As my tongue, and nose explored my buds entire dick, I was thankful that at least it was covered, and I wasn't actually coming into contact with the real flesh of it, that would have been so fucked up. Yet with that said, the wet nylon was so thin, that my tongue could feel the rim and under the rim of his cock-head, it seemed wider and thicker than my own, and for some reason that surprised me a little.
Then Sean surprised me once again, he stood up, and announced that it was time to continue our test of strength. I was surprised, cause I thought it was over for some reason, and happy with the thought that I still had a chance to come out on top.
My problem of course was, that I lacked the strength, to give my best. I could only hope that I could throw him into a hold and keep him there, forcing him to submit.
I managed to stand, and now with the two of us facing each other, I couldn't help but take in Sean's awesome body, each muscle seemed pumped and glistening even more ....with the fine layer of teenage sweat.
His pecs were huge, and it was almost as if I had never noticed them before, his nipples stiff, and protruding outward, with his six pack abs rippling, just slightly beneath the tight well cut pecs.
His fuckin guns were well rounded, and looked as though he was flexing them, when he wasn't.
My eyes drifted below his small waist, and for the first time, my eyes gradually took in, what my tongue had been busy brushing against.
Of course I'd seen him in a speedo millions of times, even saw his well packed basket millions of times, but now, it was like I was seeing it for the first time.
I was brought back to reality by the verbal bashing of my once best friend.
"You know dude? By the looks of your package....I think you're lookin forward to jackin me off, either that...or you can't wait to feel these muscles of mine. Is that it Danno.... you can't wait to feel me on top of you...where I belong?"
I glanced down at my crotch and was humiliated once again, the fuckin thing was hard as a rock. "Trust me dude, it has nothin to do with you!"
"Ya? Then what's it got to do with? I happen to be the only one here, in case you haven't noticed!"
"It's not you...ok? Now let's get on with this!"
Sean continued his humiliating remarks, while at the same time rubbing the palm of his hand over his hard protruding left pec, squeezing his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before moving his palm downwards to his wicked tight abs, sensuously rubbing the six-pack. Then finally resting his opened palm at the top of the baseball size rounded basket....pressing slightly down on it...to give it a more intimidating appearance. All the while...watching my eyes as they traveled along with his palm. "You sure of that? I mean...you can honestly stand there, and tell me...you've never once wanted to feel these guns of mine, that I call torpedoes, or these rock hard abs, ....you've never wanted to feel how strong these python legs of mine are?"
The question could have been meant as a joke, but Sean wasn't laughing, only grinning his evil grin, and I certainly didn't take it as a joke.
Still feelin like shit, I knew I lacked the strength at that moment to beat the shit out of him, but his verbal abuse was pissing me off , and I wanted to fight him.
I wanted to show him that he wasn't fuckin around with one of the school faggots NOW, it was me, Danny Fazzio, he was messin with, and now he was gonna have to pay for those words.
I tried building up the momentum within me, I was waiting for the right moment to jump him, and take him down.
Unfortunately for me, it was Sean that quickly dove forward, wrapping his well muscled right arm around my neck, and flexing his biceps into my throat, causing me to choke, and fight for air. Sean wasted no time taking me down, and as we both began rolling on the mattress and me suffering from an immensely tight choke hold, Sean wrapped his mighty pythons around my waist and tightened his killer thighs, till I was begging him to stop. "OK, ok, I fuckin give, dude....please....I can't fuckin breathe....aaawe fuck Sean ...please...please man, ease up a little?"
This was pure music to Sean's ears. Hearing me, his best bud beg him like this, was a major turn-on, and it only made him want to hear more.
He was kind enough to release me from his choke hold, but continued squeezing my waist mercilessly, even as I began pounding on his thick thighs with my fists. Yet the more I begged......and fought to be released....the more Sean flexed his thigh muscles, and continued to do so, till I closed my eyes, and felt as though I was going out, then.... and only then, did Sean release me. I was certain he didn't want to end my torture any sooner than necessary.
Now standing, with his legs straddling my battered body, Sean began flexing every muscle in his teenage body once again, while at the same time, grinning down at me, and taunting me. "Look at this body dude, you can't lay there and tell me, you haven't wanted to feel these awesome muscles, seriously dude, you can't honestly tell me, you haven't dreamed of me on top of you! ....Come-on dude....Ya know it's been your secret fantasy, come-on ...just admit you're a fag ......once and for all"
Although Sean was laughing as he spoke these words.....I was now in more pain than ever, mentally and physically! Plus, I was losing the buzz I had. I continued laying there, struggling to recover, and I didn't find Sean's fuckin comments amusing at all. Only prob was, as he stood over me, I was staring straight up at his nylon basket, his hands on his hips, and those muscled legs, and I began feelin fuckin butterflies in my stomach.
Sean stood there lookin down at me, with that stupid fuckin grin, taunting me even more. "Come-on, get up dude, just one more round, then we'll have all the proof we need....that I'm by far stronger than you. I've got it all on cam dude, just in case you need to be reminded, when you're back home lickin your wounds, and dreamin of my dick"
Although I was in a total daze, and beat-up pretty bad, I suddenly jerked my head when I heard about the cam. "Dude? You're not gonna show the part where I had to ....aaahhh....you know, lick....uuuummmm" Sean interrupted me. "Not as long as you keep your word...and jack off the winner....two times before we go to sleep! And remember....that's in any position the winner chooses!"
I couldn't believe, the dude I grew up with, and was best friends with all these years, was fuckin blackmailin me.
With the beer and weed now wearin off, I couldn't understand why my dick wouldn't go down, nor could I understand why I was so fuckin horny.
I stood up, the best I could, though I wobbled a little bit, I managed to get into a wrestlers stance.
Sean, stood there grinning at me. "You ready dude? This is the last round coming up, unless of course you're not thoroughly convinced by now....that I can kick your ass all over town, anytime ...day or night!"
Sean was doing a major job on deflating my ego, which was badly abused already.
I just couldn't stand there listening to the shit coming from him, any longer, and as I charged in at him, I was hoping to take him down and apply one of my powerful sleeping holds to him.
Sean on the other hand, seemed fully alert, fuck man, he was even able to hold his booze better than me. Somehow, he was able to quickly grab a hold of me, spin me around and apply a powerfully tight full nelson.
Holdin me tightly pressed against him, with my arms flapping in the air, tryin to break free. Sean kept his powerful legs on the outside of mine, and his full basket was now pressed tightly in the crack of my speedo. He turned me to the wall and pressed me against it, I guess it gave him more leverage, to manipulate me, and control me.
As Sean used his strong teenage body to press me tightly against the wall, I felt him crouching down behind me, just a tiny bit, but enough to allow himself to place the well packed crotch of his speedo, just beneath my butt. Then using his hips, he gave a hard thrust upward, brutally forcing the outline of his thick cock into the crack of my butt. With our tight nylon speedos being so thin, it was easy for me to feel the head of his thick cock pressing inward, and it felt almost as though Sean's dick was actually inside my butt crack, just kinda resting there, eagerly waiting to enter my hole.
I surprised myself, by letten out a low and nearly silent moan! For some strange reason, I was havin mixed feelings and emotions. It was the feel of his hard pecs, and abs and well muscled thighs, not to mention the protruding muscle at the entrance to my butt hole, all pressed so tightly against me, that caused the moan, and I couldn't understand why the feel of another dudes body so tightly pressed against mine, would cause me to feel this way.
I could now feel nearly every muscle in Sean's body, each of his hard muscles were now pressed tightly against mine, it was a battle of muscles for sure, and his were winning. I couldn't move an inch, and finally gave up trying.
I was now totally confused even more so...as I thought to myself... `why would Sean's fucking muscles feel so good pressed against me? What's happening here....ooooh my God.....did he hear my moan? This is just too friggin humiliating!' how the hell can this feel ......even a little bit.... good?
I now totally understood how Jay musta felt, when I beat him up, and used him the way I did. I know now maybe I was wrong in what I did to him.....I was trying to be friends with the faggot, protectin him, watchin out for him, treatin him decent, I was doin everything Amanda told me to do, if I wanted her back. I also believe her, that whatever bad you do in life ....might come back at ya, but....there's only one little problem with this.....Jay's a fag, A little wimpy fuckin queer boy....a fuckin homo, who wanted what I did to him, he just didn't know he wanted it. I'm not him! I'm Danny Fazzio, the toughest dude in the whole fuckin school, so this shouldn't be happening to me, it should only happen to queer-boys, like Jay, and fuckin queer-boy Zack, and the other fuckin faggot....Josh.......but not to dudes like me.
Feelin Sean's dick pressing itself inside the crack of my nylon speedo, the way it is, I couldn't help but wonder if Sean had it in his mind to fuck me, even though I did as he ordered. I mean now, that he knows I am totally defenseless against him, is he gonna start treatin me the way he does all the other dudes he beats up..... just cause he THINKS I'm a fag? Ya, ya, ya, maybe that's what he and I have been doin for the last few years, but, like I say, I'm not one of them, and I'm sure there's a good reason why the feel of Sean's body pressed against me like this, is feelin so good.......I bet...it's just cause I'm soooo fuckin horny today! ...That's all.
Flat against the wall, muscle against muscle, I literally couldn't move any part of my body, with the exception of my head, and that...... only slightly. There was no question in my mind now, which of us was the strongest.
I began to panic, if Sean was convinced, that there was nothing I could do to stop him from using me for his pleasure, as we had done to so many for so long, then I was toast. I wasn't even sure just how far he'd go, but knowing Sean, there wasn't any limits.
My panic increased when I felt him begin to hump and ride my butt.
"Sean? ....What the FUCK you doing?..... Stop it! ....Get the fuck off me dude!"
Sean loved hearing the sound of fear in my voice, especially knowing that it was stemming from the power and total control he himself now had over me. "You want me to stop? No prob bud, all you gotta do..... is ask me nicely!"
I couldn't understand why Sean was doing this to me, what had I done so bad to Sean, to deserve all this fucking humiliation? "OK, I'm asking nicely....Please Sean ....please stop grinding your dick into me like that....it's not right dude....were friends....and you know I'm no fucking fag....so please stop!"
The sadistic grin on Sean's face, after hearing these words only grew wider. "You ready to submit to me? You ready to finally admit.... that I'm so much fucking stronger than you? That from this day on.....you're no longer the BOSS....I am?" I hesitated briefly before giving him what he wanted. "OK...I submit to you, and I agree that you're now the boss....now please stop!"
Was Sean happy now? No fucking way! "Do you totally understand that the next fucking time...you humiliate me in front of my bro Fozzy ....or ANY of our friends...that I will beat you senseless...and then....make you jack me off in front of them?"
This time, I paused even longer, what exactly was he askin me....was he askin me to agree to jerkin him off in front of our buds? I had to think this one out, but unfortunately for me, my time was up, the new BOSS began humping my butt harder. "OK, OK, I agree to everything...whatever you fuckin say dude....I agree to it! Just please stop humping my butt, dude... Ok?"
Sean continued humping and grinding his thick nylon covered cock into the crack of my butt. "You ready to jack me off? You ready to wrap your hand around my huge dick, and do as I say? Till I shoot my thick cream?"
I gritted my teeth, and thought to myself.... `so this is it, it's now time for me to pay up....... but someday, this prick....was gonna pay for this...and pay dearly. "Ya dude, I'll fuckin do it....that was the deal...wasn't it? But...you promised ....no one will ever hear about this jacking you off shit....ok?"