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"Teen Bully" Pt. 7
With Danny still holding my head tight, facing his cock, I wasn't able to turn and see his bro or his bro's friends. I could only hear their voices.
Danny obviously not expecting this invasion of his work-out room or his privacy, yelled at his younger bro, "WHAT THE FUCK DILLAN? Who the fuck said you could come down here today?"
I started to get the impression that finally, Danny may have been caught with his pants down.
However my thoughts would soon change, Dillan didn't seem half as shocked as his two buds. He just shrugged his shoulders and said "Sorry bro! I just wanted to show Cory and Brandon how much I can lift now, didn't know you had one of the school fags down here! I promise never to barge in here again dude! K ?"
At the same time Dillan was apologizing to his big bro, one of Dillans buds let out a loud yell "Woooohooooo! Oooh my god! Danny's getting a blow job from this dude"
This was followed by the comments of Dillans other bud, "holy shit man, I heard somthin at school, that some faggot Junior was begging dudes, all over the school to let him suck their rods, this must be the faggot"
Hearing these words come out of this dudes mouth humiliated me big time, how could anyone say I am begging dudes all over the freakin school to let me blow them, fuck man! what's up with that, how can they be so freakin mean? I wasn't sure exactly what was being said about me, but now I had a pretty good idea.
All three dudes came over to get a better view, seeing Danny's cum all over my face brought loud laughter from all. As Dillan began looking me up and down , and with a smirk on his face, boasted "Hey bro! I bet I could beat up this fag in a real fight, He's a junior and I'm a fresh-man, that would be soooo freakin cool, if you'd let me, and since you owe me big time for lying for you to mom and dad, I'll call us even, can I fight him, after you're done using him? PLEEEEEASE DUDE? CAN I?"
I looked up at Dillan, and saw a younger version of Danny, far from having the well muscled body Danny has, but still not a bad bod, for a kid his age, He did however, have 100% of his bro's good looks.
He certainly seemed to have his bro's attitude also, and his cockiness made me cringe with his desire to beat me up. Why? I thought, what the hell have I done to him, to make him want to fight me?
We all waited patiently for Danny's answer, "yeah ok bro! but not till later, besides, I think it would be kinda hot for me as well, sitting here watching my little brother beat the shit out of a dude three years older. Meanwhile watch this, you and your buds are gonna luv it"
Danny grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, and grabbed a hold of his cock with the other hand. Using his cockhead, he smeared his cum all over my face, then forced me to lick his cockhead clean.
Doing this over and over again till my face was cleared of his cum, and his cock head was thoroughly clean
The three dudes watching were now laughing hysterically, calling me names and high fiving Danny.
Danny explained to them that I was the reason he and Amanda were not getting along these days. He went on to explain, that since it was all my fault that Amanda broke off their plans for this weekend, leaving him hanging, with nothing to do, he decided it was only fair, he should make me spend the weekend here while the folks were away, and kinda use me in place of her hot pussy.
The other three dudes, were all in total agreement with him, as one of them agreed openly with Danny, "HELL YEAH DUDE! you can't go all weekend, with no warm hole, to stick your dick into!"
Dillan wanting to score points with his bro yelled out "yeeeeaaah dudes! That's what were talkin about, why should my bro go all weekend with no pussy, all because this faggot was trying to move in on Amanda, and he don't even like pussy! So all the more reason he should have his ass kicked by me, right bro?"
Danny finally moved away from me at this point, while all four dudes gave one another a high five.
I wasn't sure if I should move or not, but my knees were getting a little tired, so I sat down onto the mat Indian style, waiting for my next command from Danny.
I didn't have to wait very long, Danny eager for opportunities to show off his new slave boy, snapped his fingers in my direction while telling his bro and buds to pay attention. "hey guys, wanna see what a good little slave I have? Watch this, K faggot you can get off your ass and dress me now, start with a clean pair of boxer briefs, over inside the lower drawer, in my dresser, near the window, then get a pair of my cargo shorts and a t-shirt from my closet, then go back to my dresser, and get a pair of white ankle socks from the second drawer on the right side. Ya better make it snappy, come on faggot, hop hop"
All four dudes were laughing there asses off as I hurried across the room, for Danny's clothing, like a dog racing for a bone.
I started with Danny's briefs, as he lifted one leg at a time, I raised them up over his tight butt and semi-soft cock. I then did the same with his cargo shorts, stumbling with the buttons to his fly, while being humiliated by all the laughter in the room. as he ordered me to place my hand inside and adjust his crotch so his cock and balls were more comfortable.
I placed his tight t-shirt over his head and pulled it down, tucking it into his cargo shorts. Then as he sat down on his weight bench, I took a sock, and pulled it onto his right foot, then did the same with his left. Only to hear him say, "Wrong faggot, you have to pull them off, you forgot to kiss my feet before placing my socks over them. So take them off, and start over again. Next time you'll be punished for fucking up like that "Dillan, Brandon , and Cory were once again laughing their asses off.
I removed Danny's socks, kissed his feet all over, then placed the socks back on. Danny then ordered me to fetch the jock strap I cleaned earlier. Wondering what was in store for me now, I did as he ordered.
He held the jock-strap in the air and told the 3 dudes what a great job I had done licking it clean for him while he was wearing it. This brought loads of laughter along with some eeeeeeeeewwwwwws!
Dillan was quick to mention, that his jock hadn't been cleaned in ages either.
I seemed to have been saved from a little more humiliation when Dillans two friends, announced that they had to get home for dinner. They asked if they could come back when it was time for Dillan to beat me up, so they could watch, both Danny and his bro agreed. I shook my head in disgust, I couldn't believe that Danny and Dillans friends could get off on watching some poor dude, get a friggin beating for no reason.
When Brandon, and Cory left, Danny told me to make myself comfortable on the mat, while he went up stairs to make some sandwiches. Dillan meanwhile sat on Dannys weight bench, took his shirt off and started lifting the weights, while staring into my eyes all the time. "so tell me fag, how much can you press?"
Not sure if Dillan was just making conversation or if he really wanted to know. I told him the last time I tried to bench press, I could only press 100 pounds, he laughed and nearly dropped the weights, "fuck dude you're gonna be a piece of cake for me to beat up, I can press 150 easy, look at these guns of mine, fuckin awesome huh? And look at my six pack and legs, I work-out down hear when ever I can, which is usually when Danny doesn't have Amanda, or one of you fags down here, sucking on his cock."
I couldn't help but wonder why Dillan wanted to beat me up, and used this opportunity to ask him, " so dude, why do you wanna fight me, I haven't done shit to you, I don't even know you, and you don't know me, so I don't get it"
Dillan grinned and placed the weights down so that he could flex his guns for me,
"because I love beating up dudes, especially faggots, but any dude will do. I love the power I feel, when they are begging me to stop, and there is no one around to make me stop. I love hearing a dude beg, each time I punch him in the gut, or tighten my hold on him, if I have him on the ground. I get off on pounding another dude, till I'm tired. THAT'S WHY! And you know what? I can't wait till Danny tells me, it's time for me to beat on you, there is just something about you, and I am soooooo gonna get off on watching you cry and beggin me to stop, especially when nobody will be here to make me, that's the best part"
I watched as Dillon rubbed his tight crotch, purely for the benefit of my eyes, then went back to lifting the weights.
I wondered also about his remark, about Danny bringing other faggots down here, and making them blow him, it gave me some hope that I was just a temporary toy for him.
Danny returned with a plate of sandwiches, and a six pack of coke.
He asked me if I wanted some mayonnaise on my turkey sandwich, I said sure. He smiled over at Dillan, winked, then asked him, if he wanted to get me some mayonnaise. Dillan lit up like a Christmas tree and said hell yeah! The expression on the their faces, told me, I should have passed on the mayo.
Danny placed an open sandwich on a plate, and held it in front of Dillan, as Dillan pulled the front of his nylon basketball shorts down, took out his dick , and started pumping it with his fist, for all he was worth.
Less than fifteen minutes later, his soft moans, told me, my sandwich would soon be ready!
Dillan aimed his cock head at the opened sandwich, and soon, gobs of thick creamy boy juice, was covering the turkey , he used his fingers to clean off his cockhead and smeared his fingers over the dry bread. Danny placed the bread over the turkey and handed it to me.
"Hear you go faggot, I figured why should I run back up stairs, just to get you some mayo, when you'd probably prefer Dillans 'SPECIAL SAUCE' over mayo any day, RIGHT?"
I attempted to push the sandwich away, but received a hard slap across my face, as Danny snarled down at me, "what the fuck dude, my little bro, goes to all that work, preparin a special sauce, just for you, and it isn't good enough? or maybe it isn't enough, maybe you'd like me to add a little more to it, is that it?"
I felt tears running down my cheeks from the power slap, the sting from his slap was painful. I reached out and took the sandwich, and held it close to my mouth. Danny still standing over me, now with a closed fist. Taking notice of this, I took a bite, then thanked Dillan. "thank you Dillan for helping Danny make this great sandwich for me, it's awesome" Danny unclenched his tight fist, and with a smirk on his face, looked into my eyes, "Yeah fag boy! I thought you'd like that!" See Dil, I told ya! all the fags love your special sauce."
As we all sat there eating our sandwiches, me eating mine, and swallowing it as fast as I could, in huge gulps! Dillan kept looking over at me and smiling, "how's my special sauce dude? You liking it? Got more if ya want!"
Ignoring Dillans question, I simply kept swallowing large bites.
Soon Danny and Dillan were talking amongst them selves, as if I wasn't even in the room.
After we all finished our sandwiches and cokes, Danny stood up and went to his room, returning a few minutes later with a t-shirt. "K fag, here's the plans for tonight, me and you, are gonna take a taxi to the mall, and you're gonna wear this shirt and hang out near the mens room, whenever we see a dude or dudes close to our age enter the bathroom, you're going to follow em in. You're going to stay inside, in plain view, till the dude or dudes leave, Understand?"
Danny handed me the shirt, a white t-shirt with huge letters written in black 'I'm a horny fag, & I give great head'
As I stood there in total shock, shaking my head NO! Dillan was pleading with Danny to allow him to go along with us. "Ohhhh my god bro, that is sooooo freakin wild, please let me go with you guys, I'll owe you a million favors if you let me go, please bro please?"
Danny on the phone calling for a taxi, placed an arm around his bro, "Sure you can go with us dude. It'll be cool having my bro hang with me tonight"
Dillan could not have been happier if someone had just handed him a million dollars, looked at me and said, "WOW FAGGOT! You are sooooooo fucked"
I protested, throwing the t-shirt on the floor, and speaking up, "Danny? This is soooo uncool dude! Hundreds of teens hang out at the mall on Friday nights, and I bet that at least half of them use the john. Please don't ask me to do this. Many of these dudes even go to our school. PLEASE Danny? Man I'll do anything! But please don't ask me to do this"
Danny with an evil grin planted on his face, looked me in the eye, "Dude? Calm the fuck down! I'm not asking you to do this! Like I keep telling you, over and over again, I fuckin own you, you belong to me! I don't have to ASK you to do anything! So! Let me make this perfectly clear, I'm TELLING you not ASKIN YOU! Put the fuckin shirt on NOW!"
I stood there still in shock, not able to move. Danny started lifting my shirt up over my head, then as I stood there like a mannequin, he with Dillans help, placed the t-shirt he made for me, over my head and shoulders and pulled it down over my chest and abs. They then stood back admiring Dannys art.
Danny with a wide grin, "cool dude, looks fuckin awesome, if I must say so myself"
With the sound of a horn outside , Danny and Dillan practically carried me to the taxi.
Once we arrived at the Mall, they practically had to carry me inside as well.
We headed straight for the mens room, Danny made me stand at the door, while he and his bro, stood across the isle watching. I was given strict orders by Danny that as soon as a teenage dude entered the bathroom, I was to follow him in, and stand at the sink, so that the dude or dudes could clearly see the writing on my shirt. Danny also made it clear, that either he or his bro would come inside to check on me, if they heard any yelling or loud noise.
I stood at the entrance for about 5 minutes when the first two young dudes approached the entrance, then went inside after glaring at me, and laughing. I went inside and stood at the sink, while they were at the urinals pissing. Seeing me standing at the sink, they started laughing again, they came to the sink, and one of them pushed me away, so he could wash his hands. Yelling loudly! "get outta the way fag, or you're gonna get hurt" they washed their hands and headed for the door, as Dillan was on his way in.
Dillan with a smirk on his face, "oh well fag, don't be sad, surely some horny dude is gonna wanna use you before we leave here tonite! Now go back outside and stand at the door again, till the next dude comes along"
Less than five minutes later, another dude arrived wearing a lettered hockey jacket, he stared at me before going inside, I followed him, he too went to the urinal to piss. I stood at the sink like before.
Glaring at me the whole time, while he pissed. When he finished, he came and washed his hands at the sink next to me, and glared right into my eyes, "what the fuck you looking at fag, huh?" when I hung my head without responding, he turned and left. Muttering "fucking fags are getting brave"
I felt like such a fucked up mess, and also felt damn lucky, That, the dude didn't kick my ass, all over the entire Mall.
I went back to my standing post, a minute or so later, another dude was on his way in. The dude, looked my age, or maybe a little older. I thought I recognized him as a senior, at my high school, a little taller, blondish hair, tough, and a kinda mean looking. I went back inside, he was heading for the urinal, hearing me behind him, he turned around, I could tell he was reading my shirt.
I stared at him, he waved for me to come to him. He grabbed my shirt and pushed me into the stall. He had a tight grip on my shirt, the other hand now on my shoulder, pushing me downward. Once on my knees,
he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. "what the fuck man? You wanna suck my dick? Is that what you want bitch? Ok bitch, take it in that cunt mouth of yours"
I opened my mouth, he placed his cockhead inside, resting it on my tongue, just as I was about to lick his cockhead, the dude started pissing, I was soooo shocked, and as I tried pulling awayfrom him, he held my head tight, whispering, "what's the prob bitch, isn't this what you wanted? Ooooooooh I get it! You didn't want to drink my piss you wanted to wear it? Wellllll, why didn't you say so? Just take a littlemore down you cunt throat, then I'll let you wear the rest, k?"
He pulled out of my mouth after making me drink at least a cup of his hot steamy piss, then sprayed the rest on my face, hair, and shirt. "maybe the next time, I'll let you suck my cock bitch, be here this time next week, maybe I'll be here, maybe I wont, now clean my cock with your faggot tongue bitch"
He zippered himself up and left, I remained on my knees for another minute or so. I was feeling wicked low, that had to have been the most humiliating act ever. I went to the sink, to try and wash the piss out of my hair and off my face, I took off the shirt and rinsed it under the running water.
The door opened and Danny walked in, "what's keeping you dude, you're supposed to be outside, and why you got the shirt off?"
I explained to Danny what had just happened, and told him I wasn't feeling so hot since I had to drink that dudes piss. He actually started laughing hysterically, which had Dillan running inside as well, Danny explained to Dillan, what had happened, causing an outbreak of laughter from him as well. Then Danny looked me in the eye and winked, "so you drank the dudes piss, big deal, that's what some fags do, we're gonna stay here another 30 minutes, then we can leave, put the shirt back on and return to your perch fag"
I let the blow dryer do it's job on my shirt for a few minutes, when the shirt was somewhat dry, I put it back on then went back outside, and stood waiting for another humiliating act, praying that no one would need to piss for the next thirty minutes.
A few older guys came and went, a few kids, all giving me the glare and a few rude comments. About 15 minutes later, two dudes wearing lettered jackets from our rival school, began to pass me, then stopped and read my shirt. One of the dudes, about my height and weight, brownish hair, pointed to my shirt, and laughed along with his friend. His friend a little shorter than me, dimples, and shoulder length brownish hair, pushed me inside the restroom. "so you're a fag, and you wanna suck my cock, is that what your saying dude" I was kinda scared, and wasn't sure how to answer his question.
He told his bud to watch the door, as he dragged me into the same stall I was in a little while ago.
To be continued