Worthy of Worship

The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual and nonconsensual sex between boys. If this is not your thing or you're underage, don't read it. However, if you're legal, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use.

Worthy of Worship

Chapter 9

Kissing Cousins

Randy had the radio turned to his favorite music station and had been listening and dozing for the past hour or so and was totally relaxed as he lay on the wrestling mat with a pillow under his head. He and Landon had smoked a little pot earlier in the afternoon, so he was totally mellow and just floating on a cloud. He and Jason and Landon had had a productive arms and shoulders workout this morning followed by a group shower, so Randy's shoulders and biceps and triceps were pumped and looked magnificent.

Randy had just had his sixteenth birthday and was about to get his driver's license and his dad had helped him buy a ten -ear-old VW convertible. It was old, rusty and ugly, but it was his and he and his boys were going to do some major cruising with that top down this summer. With his amazing muscular body, Randy intended to flaunt it for everyone to see, and now that school was out for the summer, he did not intend to put a shirt on for months.

It would be a travesty to cover up a body as beautiful as his, and he definitely did not intend to conceal anything. And he was getting a start on building his own harem now with two boys serving his every need and two others `on call'. He knew that his master Wade always had at least half a dozen guys on the string, and he wanted to do the same and add a couple more before the summer was over. Since he was horny all the time and came three or four times every day, he felt four worshipers was probably the right number to support his ego and his cock.

Randy stretched luxuriantly and yawned, flexing him big muscular arms. Opening his eyes, he looked over at his enormous bulging bicep and couldn't help but lean over and kiss it. This was something else he learned from Wade: how to get turned on by his own body. He knew Wade was madly in love with his own body, and he found it was terrifically exciting just to watch him admire his own muscles in a mirror. Wade was such a gorgeous creature, that it made Randy hot just to look at him and to `watch him watch himself'. But Randy couldn't help but admire his own body anyway, because his body building routines over the past year or so had been incredible and he looked like a young Greek god, and he knew it.

Turning his eyes downward, he admired his massive pectoral muscles, and reaching both hands down, pinched the nipples lightly to give himself some hot flashes. His big chest led down to a tiny 27-inch completely flat muscled waist. Trailing his eyes down toward his massive thighs, he smiled as he saw the blond hair of the cute boy whose face was buried in his crotch. Landon had been gently sucking him for almost two hours now as Randy lay completely relaxed, having a wonderfully lazy, laid-back afternoon. Just slightly stoned, and in complete repose, and with the most beautiful boy on earth between his legs giving him a long languid blowjob, Randy was floating on a cloud of complete contentment.

"Look at me, my pretty little puppy" he whispered. Landon, whose head was resting on Randy's thigh with Randy's cock in his mouth, opened his eyes and looked up at his idol. Landon had been gently sucking Randy's cock all afternoon and was willing to continue doing it for the rest of his life. He loved sucking Randy's cock and could never get enough of it. He loved it the most when, like right now, Randy was looking him in the eye and watching him suck. He treasured the look of serenity he could see in Randy's eyes while he gently and leisurely sucked his cock.

"Oh yeah, my little puppy. Your man loves seeing his cock in your pretty face" Randy said with a big grin. "Smile for me puppy. Give me a big smile around my big prick." Landon tried to smile as he started to pick up the pace of his sucking. He had been sucking very gently on the almost completely soft cock up to now just like an all-day sucker, but as Randy seemed to be waking up Landon guessed he would want him to pick up the tempo, and it was beginning to grow.

Randy simply admired the gorgeous boy working on his cock for several minutes as he began to get hard. Then he reached down and put a hand on the back of Landon's head, giving him encouragement in his sucking. As he began to get harder, he started pushing Landon's head down more forcefully and his cock gradually went deeper and deeper. Then, finally, jamming Landon's face all the way down on his cock and holding him, Randy rolled over onto his knees dragging Landon over with him, and raised up so he was sitting on Landon's upper chest. As he settled comfortably, he reached down and gripped Landon's hair with both hands and started to pull the boys head up and down on his cock. He was fully hard now with nine full inches pushing into Landon's mouth.

Holding Landon's long hair tightly, and getting really hot now, he started forcefully jerking the boys head up and down on his cock. Landon's face banged against Randy's crotch with each forceful upward jerk of his head. Randy was getting really hot watching the boy's long silky hair flying around, as he gripped it and slammed his nine inches into his throat. God, he loved ramming his cock into a pretty face.

Randy had become quite the dominant stud over the past couple months. Wade was still his master, and Randy treasured every minute he was allowed to spend with him. He always learned something new that he wanted to try out on his own boys. Wade was an incredible task master, and always had a half dozen slaves on the string, but Randy knew he was the only one who was learning from him how to be a master in his own right. Taking lessons learned from Wade, Randy worked hard over the past couple months training his boys to serve him in just the way he liked it.

As Randy started to cum, he rolled back over onto his back, pulling Landon with him again and held his face as tight against his crotch. He vaguely knew Landon couldn't breathe, but the pleasure of his blasting cock in the tight throat was overwhelming and he wanted it to last and last. As he felt Landon begin to panic, he gently stroked his hair to calm him and extended his pleasure just a few seconds longer. He heard a huge gasp and loud intake of air as he let go, and Landon just collapsed on his legs wheezing and panting. Neither boy moved for several minutes.

Looking down at the still panting boy at his crotch, Randy saw his cum all over his crotch. Evidently, he had been harder on Landon than usual, because the boy had not even swallowed all his cum.

"Well" he said after a few moments, "you going to clean it up?"

"Sorry Boss that I made a mess" Landon answered. "I couldn't swallow because I couldn't breathe." Still panting, Landon busily started licking all the cum from Randy's crotch.

Once Randy's crotch was completely clean, Landon looked up at his muscle god whom he was falling in love with, and saw that Randy was watching him intently.

"You control your breath better next time" Randy directed. "I don't like you making a mess when you should be swallowing."

"Yeah Boss, I'm sorry. I know better than that" Landon answered. "I just got too excited."

Randy reached down, and grabbing Landon by the hair and tugged so that Landon had to crawl up his body so they were chest to chest and nose to nose.

"How many times have I told you to pay attention to what you are doing. You don't think of anything except how great you can make my cock feel, and you know that. I haven't kicked your ass for weeks now, but it looks like it's about time for a new lesson."

"Com'on Randy. You know I suck you good" Landon said. "I'm sorry, but I just forgot this time." Although Randy sounded stern, Landon could see just the slightest glimmer of a smile. It looked like Randy was just looking for an excuse to spank him, and that was alright with him.

"Yeah, babe. But it's amazing how a blistered ass will help improve your memory" Randy said as he reached down and gave him a healthy slap on the butt. "We'll forget it this time because you're my pup and you've been making me feel good for hours now. You are also my beautiful boy, and you know I love you." Landon was thrilled because Randy almost never used the word `love' before. He now realized that smoking some pot and getting a long blowjob had put Randy in a super mellow mood.

Landon was lying nose to nose on top of Randy, held up only by his elbows and staring down into his gorgeous eyes. Fluffing Landon's hair some more Randy said: "you forgot something babe." Landon hesitated for only a second and then caught on.

"Thank you, Boss. Thank you for letting me suck you. I didn't forget to thank you, I just hadn't got to it yet. My superman" he said with a giggle. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Okay" Randy said with a smile as he pulled Landon's face down into a kiss. He knew Landon hadn't cum yet and he could feel his cock against his stomach.

"Go ahead my little puppy" he said with a grin. "Rub your cock against my abs and let's see what happens." Putting his hand behind Landon's head Randy continued the kiss as Landon began to move his hips and hump his very hard six inches against Randy's stomach. Landon didn't cum very often in Randy's presence, in fact most of his ejaculations were in the evening as he jerked off and lay dreamed about fucking with Randy.

Continuing to be kissed as he gently moved his hips, it took only a couple minutes for Landon to start shooting on Randy's stomach. He was so hot and so turned on, he was breathing hard and gasping as Randy kept the kiss going.

Finally, Randy broke the kiss and let go of his head. Without comment, Landon slid down and carefully licked all of his cum off Randy's abs. Peeking up at Randy's face as he licked, he saw Randy's eyes closed with a look of total serenity. There were few things in this world better than licking and worshiping Randy's muscles and watching the look of complete contentment on his face.

Yeah, Landon was in love.

"Well, I guess break time's over" Randy said as he opened his eyes. "Let's get ready to do the leg workout like we planned. Jason's probably outside waiting for us already." They got up off the mat and each pulled on a pair of gym shorts.

"How's your throat? Are you sore?"

"Yeah Boss, a little" Landon said sheepishly. "You were kinda rough this time."

"Yeah, I thought so." Randy smiled and gave Landon a peck on the lips. "When you suck me like that, you make me forget myself. But that's okay because I'm ready to get some of that ass anyway." He gave him a friendly slap on the butt. "But, today is Jase's turn and I'm going to fuck him before I take a shower. You can stick around and watch" he said.

"Randy, you know I don't ...." Landon started to say.

"Shut up, Landon" Randy ordered. "I'm in charge here and you and Jason will damn well do what I tell you to do. And today you'll watch me fuck him. It'll be good for you."

Randy was well aware how jealous Jason was, and he knew that Jason would hate having Landon watch. But Randy always made it clear that he would fuck who he wanted, when he wanted, and they had no say in the matter. Both boys were in love with Randy, and in his own way he loved them in return, but Randy's love was sexual and was conditional on their obedience and acceptance of his discipline and power. As far as Randy was concerned, they were there for his pleasure

He was aware of their jealousy but did not want them to show it in his presence. Only once so far had he forced the two boys to worship him at the same time, one on each side, and he found it incredibly exciting watching them face to face worshiping his muscles with angry sparks showing in their eyes. He also savored their intense competition with each other as they tried to outdo each other.

Landon opened the door and saw Jason sitting on the ground. Landon was well aware that Jason was bigger and stronger than he was, and as much as possible, he kept out of his way. He knew it was only Randy's tight control that kept Jason from kicking his ass, but it was better not to tempt fate. As much as possible, he stayed away from Jason.

Jason pushed him out of the way and entered the room.

"Okay my babes" Randy said cheerfully. "Let's get at it."

Randy had really come a long way in the past couple months. First of all, Wade had picked him up, turned him inside out, and made him into a slave. But Randy quickly found that as much as he wanted to be a slave, he wanted to be a master too. Maybe not a master with slaves like Wade, but at least the guy in charge with some followers he could fuck whenever he wanted.

Randy also learned the joys of worship from Wade. Randy had developed a super muscular body for a fifteen-year-old, and an ego beyond measure, and had learned to love being admired. Being dominant and controlling his partners was great, but getting his muscles licked and worshiped was hotter than hell.

Jamie was the first boy he had controlled and fucked, but he belonged to Wade, he was Wade's slave.

Landon was Randy's newest boy and was a real turn-on, because not only did he give great blowjobs, but he was also absolutely gorgeous. The boy was beautiful and kissing that beautiful face was heavenly. On a couple occasions Randy had spent hours necking and kissing him as they felt each other up. Randy also loved seeing that adorable boy on his knees in front of him looking up with his mouth full and admiring him with those rapturous blue eyes. Landon was totally submissive, loved worshiping Randy and loved being dominated by him.

Jason, Randy's regular workout buddy, was quite a masochist, and loved having rough sex with Randy. He was madly in love, and the more Randy treated him like a dog and kicked him around, the more he loved him. Randy kind of took advantage of the situation, and knowing that Jason would always come crawling back, he was incredibly rough when he fucked. Without fail, after a rough fucking session, Jason thanked him, waged his tail, and came back for more.

Then there was Jack. Jack had still not decided if he was gay or not, although there was no doubt in Randy's mind that he was at least bi. Jack gave lousy head and never really got into cock sucking so Randy had pretty much given up on that. However, that didn't let him off the hook because he had a cute fuckable ass, and the fact that Jack hated being fucked made it even better.

Jason and Landon were always so willing and cooperative, that Randy enjoyed Jack just for a change of pace sometimes. It was never dull when he had to force himself on Jack because Jack seldom cooperated. Randy had to hold him down while he beat his ass and gave him a hard fuck. As much as Jack howled and cried, Randy knew it was just for show and he enjoyed being forced and dominated. And what made it even more fun was that Randy once made Jason or Landon come and watch as he fucked him. Having the boys there not only humiliated Jack but pissed them off as well because of their jealousy of him. Overpowering Jack and humiliating him made for some great fuck sessions.

All in all, Randy was happy with his collection of boytoys. Being just barely sixteen and horny all the time, Randy knew he was getting more action than any ten kids in his high school. At least one, and sometimes two, and occasionally three fucks a day. It'd been so long since he'd jerked off that he almost forgot how.

Randy was also lucky that at only sixteen years of age his parents gave him complete privacy. His workout room in the garage was inviolate and his parents understood they were not allowed. Randy had also convinced his father that he needed a wrestling mat for wrestling practice, so he rearranged his weightlifting equipment around it. He even got a couple large cushions and some pillows and installed a sound system to make it really comfortable. The mat got a heavy workout and not just from wrestling practice.

It was at dinner that evening that Randy's folks dropped the bombshell on him. The first thing they told him was that they were going on a 14-day cruise, and that was okay with Randy as long as he didn't have to go with them. The second thing they told him was that the reason they were going was because his aunt and uncle had a fire at their house and were also going on the cruise with them while the house was being repaired. That was okay with Randy as well. Then the bombshell. Randy's twenty-year-old cousin was coming to stay with him for those fourteen days. Randy moaned and groaned and pleaded with his parents to stop it from happening but to no avail. They knew he would hate the idea, but they were determined because there was no place for his cousin to stay while the house was being rebuilt.

Randy's cousin Steve. He was the nightmare on Elm street part two, too!

Steve had spent two weeks at their house in the summer for three years running. The summers that Randy was eleven, twelve, and thirteen had seen Steve sharing his bed and his life. Randy was still in elementary school at the time, while Steve was a high school soccer player and was four years older. Being older and bigger, Steve had made Randy's life an absolute hell during those summers. The one and only time Randy complained to his parents, they had told him that Steve was a guest and Randy had to be good to him. And when Steve found out he had complained, the punishment was terrible..

As a general rule Randy had to sleep on the floor while Steve was there and many times cried himself to sleep. After all, he was only a kid at the time, and Steve was a high schooler and a muscular hunk. And since Randy's parents were working during the day, Randy virtually became Steve's slave. Randy did all the chores and Steve never lifted a finger. Randy had to bring him drinks and serve him his lunch, and even change the TV channels even though there was a remote.

When he was feeling particularly mean, Steve would rub his dirty socks in Randy's face and make him sniff them. Sometimes, for the flimsiest excuse, he would hit him multiple times just out of sheer meanness, leaving bruises, and he was given a death threat if he ever dared to tell his parents about them. Randy was constantly begging Steve to stop but Steve's answer was that he enjoyed beating him up.

As well as beating on him on a regular basis, Steve would also humiliate him at every opportunity. Several days after Randy's parents left for work, Steve made him put on a diaper, and nothing else, and wear it all day around the house. One time Steve even took him into the backyard in that diaper and pissed on him. All in all, Steve was simply evil.

Steve was always as sweet as pie to Randy's parents, and they thought he was wonderful and could do no wrong. In fact, they thought he was a good role model and told Randy he should try to be more like him. With that kind of attitude from his parents, Randy gave up trying to tell them what was really happening. It was hopeless and he just had shut up and take it.

So, after his parents dropped the bombshell, Randy was lying on his bed, trying to control his anger. How could they bring that monster back into his life? Part of the reason Randy took some boxing lessons and went into wrestling as a high school freshman was because he wanted to learn how to defend himself. He was not going to let anyone ever treat him like that again.

Then..... `plink' ..... A light blinked on in the middle of his brain.

"Wait a minute" he said to himself. He actually said it aloud.

He was no longer a kid, and his cousin would no longer look like a giant to him. Well, maybe not too much of a giant. Maybe, just maybe this was comeuppance time. Here was his nemesis. Here was the guy he hated with a passion. This was the guy who tortured him and pissed on him. Maybe something positive could come out of this event after all.

Steve had not visited last year, so he probably didn't know about Randy's body building. Steve was an athlete and very muscular; Randy had been pounded enough times to know that very well.

But Steve had looked big because Randy was little.

He knew that Steve was now playing soccer at a junior college, so he was probably still well built, but Randy was not a skinny little kid anymore. And besides, these days Randy was fearless. In his two years wrestling he had never lost a match, and coach told him he was probably the best in the state. And although Steve might be bigger and taller than him, chances are Steve didn't know much of anything about boxing and wrestling. He was probably just a big dumb jock.

But Randy didn't care how big Steve was, he was going to take him on, and take him down.

Trying to control his excitement, Randy pulled on his pants, and ran down to see his parents. He apologized for getting mad, and trying to hide his glee, he told them he would play host to his cousin. Then he ran back upstairs and started making plans.

Randy had put on thirty pounds of muscle on in the past year, and had become a class A wrestler, right up there with the best in the state. As a wrestler he loved to see the fear in his opponents faces when they came to the realization that they were going to lose. Even better, he loved to see the agonizing look of pain in a guy's face while he forced him to submit. That was an ultimate turn on. He had no worries about taking on his cousin no matter how big he was. In fact, he hoped he was big and muscular because that would make it more of a challenge and more satisfying when he whipped his ass. He could hardly wait.

When the day came and his aunt, uncle and cousin showed up, Randy was dressed in extra-large sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants which he had to borrow from Jack's brother because he didn't have anything loose of his own. He also had a baseball cap on backwards making him look like a dweeb.

"Hi Steve" he said as his cousin got out of the car. "Nice to see you again."

"Yeah, I bet" Steve answered as they shook hands. Steve squeezed his hand, but not overly hard, and Randy did not try to show his strength. It was way too early to make his move.

"Can I get your luggage for you?" Randy asked, acting like a dork as well as looking like one. Taking stock of his cousin, he noticed that he had turned into a real hunky guy. Even through the jacket he was wearing you could see the contour of a nice set of shoulders, and as the jacket was hanging open, his shapely pecs could be seen bulging from his tight T-shirt with a flat stomach showing below. He looked to be an inch or two taller than Randy's 5'9" and was obviously well muscled, but he didn't seem to have Randy's big body, so he probably didn't weigh any more than Randy did. He was also better looking than Randy remembered; strikingly handsome in fact, and Randy liked what he saw.

He was already picturing his cock sliding in and out of that handsome face.

Steve got one large suitcase and one small one from the trunk. "Here, kid," he said leaving the big one by the car. "Take this one into my bedroom."

My bedroom' Randy thought. My bedroom'. This guy was still the biggest prick in town. Randy grabbed the suitcase and carried it into the house into his bedroom with Steve following. Randy's aunt and uncle and his parents chatted up a storm as he and Steve promptly ignored each other.

After a boring half hour with the adults in the living room, Randy got up and headed out to his workout room.

"Randy" his mom called after him. "Show Steve your weight room,"

"Okay, sure. Com'on Steve. Let me show you what dad and I set up in the garage." Steve followed him as they went out and into the garage.

"Not bad cous" Steve said as he looked around. "Do you use this place much?"

"Yeah, I do" Randy answered. "I like to work out, and I wrestle some too. I've also got some buddies who work out with me."

"Well, you look like you've filled out in the last couple years, so you must be using this stuff." Steve said, giving Randy a good look for the first time. "But I work out in the college gym where they're really serious about building muscle. Maybe I can give you some pointers." Tossing his jacket aside, he walked over and picked up a couple dumbbells, and standing before the mirrors began to do curls. "Wha;da;ya think kid? Pretty impressive biceps, hey?" he said with a smirk as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, Steve. You look good." Randy said it because it was true, but he meant it to be sarcastic.

Steve turned to him. "You got a body somewhere under those baggy clothes, or you still a wimp?" he asked. "Having all this equipment out here and not using it is a waste, but I'll make use of it while I'm here." He put the dumbbells down and walked over.

"Now I know you're worried about our folks leaving and just you and me being here together" he said. "So, let's get thing straight right now. You just keep your ass out of my way, and we'll get along. You try to screw with me and you'll get your ass kicked.."

"Steve, you amaze me" Randy replied, with a smirk. "You're just as big a prick as you always were. How in the fuck can you even stand to live with yourself?"

Randy was already game to take him on, but he knew he had to control his temper until his parents left, so he walked out of the garage and went back into the house. Randy was not known for controlling his temper, so as he clenched his teeth, he started counting slowly to one hundred. Very slowly.

As he entered the house, he found the adults getting ready to leave. Randy's mom had a million directions about taking care of the house, and food in the freezer, and emergency numbers and on and on. He basically let it go in one ear and out the other. Steve came back in from the garage, and they all gathered out on the front lawn to see them off.

As they pulled away, Steve turned to Randy and gave him a look of annoyance. "Calling me a prick was not a good way to get started, kid" he said. "I'll chalk that up for the moment, but don't you think for a minute that I'm going to forget it."

"Steve, you are really something else" Randy said and actually laughed. "You really amaze me. But right now, I'm going to have lunch, and right after lunch, you and me can have a heart to heart." Randy turned and went into the house.

"Yeah cousin" Steve said as he followed Randy into the house. "I think we definitely need to have a talk. It's been two years since I've been here, and you've forgotten how to behave. We gotta talk about that."

"Okay man" Randy answered. Getting excited and keyed up, he was dying to get this game started. He was excited and hot, which made him horny as he got ready to beat Steve to a pulp. "Forget lunch, come on. Let's go out to the garage."

As they entered the weight room Steve said: "Okay now cous. We need to get a few things straight."

"I don't know if you're blind or what" Randy interrupted as he stood in the middle of the room "but I guess you haven't noticed that I'm not the little kid whose ass you used to kick." Randy took off the cap and pulled the bulky sweatshirt over his head. Waiting just a moment, he pulled the T shirt up and off showing his massive upper body. Quickly unbuttoned his pants, he let them drop to the floor.

Looking at Randy, nobody would think he was barely sixteen years old. Nobody at sixteen had bulging pectoral muscles like his, with a chest narrowing down to a twenty-seven-inch waist, and then bulging out to enormous thighs. And the big round sculptured shoulders, on top of super defined biceps were beyond belief. Wearing just a jock strap, he looked like a young superman.

Steve stood there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugged out.

"Ah, .... hey cous. Jesus, you really have changed" he said hesitantly. "Ah...., it looks like you work out a lot."

"Now Steve. I'm really anxious for us to have that talk" Randy said with a big grin on his face. He reached down and slipped out of his shoes and pants. "This is really going to be fun, Steve" he said. "I've been looking forward to this all week."

Quickly stepping forward, Randy grabbed Steve's arm with one hand, put his other behind his head, and before Steve could even react, he had his arm twisted behind his back. Steve yelped in surprise.

Reaching around he grabbed Steve's other arm, pulled it back, and twisted both behind his back. "Ever do any wrestling Steve?" he gloated as he held him there.

Steve groaned in pain as Randy pulled up on both of his arms. With a quick move, Randy reached under Steve's armpits and behind his head, putting him into a full nelson and put on the pressure. Steve groaned again.

Randy held him for only a couple seconds and then just let him go. As Steve turned to face him, he sucker-slapped his face.

"Hey man, it looks like you don't know shit about wrestling." Randy slapped him again with the other hand. Then grabbing his head, he pulled him into a head lock and flipped him over onto the floor.

"Hey man, this is fun" he said as he held Steve in the head lock and squeezed. Steve was finally trying to fight back and get out of the hold, but he was not an accomplished wrestler like Randy. He didn't know it yet, but he was about to become Randy's plaything.

Letting go of his head, Randy moved him into a body scissors. This was Randy's favorite hold, because he had immensely powerful thighs, and he knew the hold was painful. He started squeezing.

"Hey man, you ain't shit" he laughed. "You got nothin."

Steve groaned in pain. "Randy, hey" he gasped. "Randy, don't."

Steve was proud of his muscled body and his ability as a soccer player, but he didn't know much about self-defense and he couldn't believe how strong his young cousin was. Right now, he was getting crushed. "Randy, that hurts. Stop Randy."

Randy couldn't believe how easy this was. Steve was well built, but obviously didn't know how to fight nor how to use his own strength. Randy let go, stood up, and pulled Steve to his knees. Grabbing his T shirt, he jerked it up and over his head and tossed it aside.

Stepping back with a big smile on his face he admired his new victim, his soon to be chattel. Steve had a beautiful build with nice shapely pecs, and washboard stomach, and capped with big round shoulders attached to bulging biceps. Add to that his very handsome face; he was stunning, and Randy was going to own him.

Pulling Steve to his feet, Randy gave him another sucker slap to the face, and then slammed his fist to his stomach. Steve fell to the floor whimpering. Randy could not believe that this guy would not or could not defend himself. Hell, any kid should have some idea of how to defend himself, and Steve was twenty years old.

Pushing Steve over on his stomach, Randy grabbed both arms, put his foot in Steve's upper back, and began to pull and twist. Steve let out a yell, and Randy smiled. Yeah, he was beginning to enjoy the sound of Steve groaning. Oh yeah, that was a beautiful sound.

"Randy, please don't" Steve screamed. "Please stop Randy. Stop."

"Oh man, Steve. I love that" Randy laughed. "God, I love hearing you beg. Come on man, keep it up. I wanna hear some more." Letting go of one of Steve's arms and moving his foot to his shoulder, Randy started twisting just one arm.

"Randy!" Steve screamed. "You're breaking my arm. Yeeeaaah!?"

"It's playtime, Steve" Randy laughed. Since Steve was offering little or no resistance, he decided to go through some of his wrestling routines. Pulling Steve's head up by the chin, he got him in a headlock again, held it for only ten seconds or so, enough to make it painful, and then pulling his head back even further, got him in a reverse head lock. Bending him over backwards he squeezed and with his free hand, slugged him in the stomach.

"Randy, Randy, Randy" Steve groaned.

"I'm having fun here, Steve" Randy laughed. "And hearing you squeal and beg is music to my ears. Keep it up babe. I'm lovin it." Randy continued going through a training routine, moving from one hold to another with practiced precision. He held each hold only long enough to make it painful and then moved on to another. He worked on each arm and then each leg until Steve was not fighting back at all but was only moaning.

He slugged him in the stomach a couple times but avoided hitting him in the face. He already had plans for that face, intending to see it jammed into his crotch.

Randy finally pulled Steve to his feet and pushed him against the wall. Steve was totally out of it and his legs started to give out, so Randy had to grab him and hold him up. "You ain't nothing, bitch" he spat. "Hell, I was going to tie you up, but why bother. You're nothing but a wimp. You like to bully little kids, but you ain't shit with someone your own size." Randy stepped back and let him sink down to the floor.

Walking over to the weight bench Randy sat down and waited.. He was hardly even breathing hard. Steve just lay there moaning softly with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Randy was exhilarated. Lying back on the bench and grabbing the already loaded bar, he did twenty quick presses, and slammed the bar down.

Standing up and looking into the mirrors he started flexing his muscles, going through several poses as he admired himself.

"Jesus, Steve, you don't know what you're missing" he laughed as he flexed. Steve was still sitting on the floor as Randy walked back over to him. "Shit Steve, you're no fun" he said. "I wanted this to last for an hour or two so I could really work up a sweat. Fuckin wimp!"

He pulled him to his feet and gave him another open-handed slap to the face. "Ready for more, babe? I'm all warmed up now and ready to go around again."

"Please Randy, don't" Steve whispered. "I can't take anymore."

"I believe the word is submit, Steve" Randy said as he held Steve by the neck and banged his head against the wall. "Tell me you submit."

"Okay Randy, I submit" Steve whimpered. "Please stop. I submit."

"I think that should be I submit, sir" Randy said as he squeezed Steve's neck. "Go ahead and try it. Sir!"

"Yes sir, Randy" Steve moaned. "I submit sir."

"Wha'da'ya think of my big muscles now, cousin?" Randy asked as he stepped back. "These are the muscles that just whipped your ass?" Just like Steve did earlier, he flexed his biceps. "Pretty impressive, eh? Not the little kid you used to kick around. Well, I gotta tell ya, that kid's' gone and I live here now, and I am your new owner. And I intend to get a lot of enjoyment out of that ownership."

So far everything was going even better than he had planned, so now Randy walked over to the corner and pulled a pair of handcuffs and a collar out of his gym bag. "You have just started your lessons in obedience training babe, but that's okay because we have two whole weeks." Steve did not fight back as Randy grabbed first one arm and then the other and handcuffed his hands behind his back. He then strapped the black leather collar around his neck.

"The first thing I'm gonna do is fuck that tight ass of yours" he said as he jerked his jock strap off and grabbed his hardening cock and started rubbing it. "I know you respect my muscles now babe, but you're going to respect this muscle even more. Yeah, you're going to have a whole lot of respect for this muscle before you leave here this summer."

Steve was still groggy and didn't seem to comprehend what Randy was saying.

"I love a tight ass Steve, particularly on a guy who thinks he's straight. The handcuffs are probably not necessary, but it'll keep your hands out of the way while I screw you. That slave collar will give me something to hold on to."

Randy unbuckled Steve's belt undid his pants and jerked them and his underwear down to his ankles. Forcing him to his knees he dragged him over to the wrestling mat. Stepping forward, he pushed his now fully hard cock into Steve's face and taking hold, started slapping him with it. God, it was even better than he imagined, to see his nine inches slamming into Steve's very handsome face. Randy had been dreaming about this for days, and he could almost cream just from seeing it. But right now, he wanted his ass. Everything else could wait.

Going again to his gym bag he got a tube of cream, and pushing Steve's face to the floor, started rubbing some of it on his ass. After just a couple seconds he pushed a finger in. Steve tried to pull away, but Randy held him tight by the collar. Randy was not going to torture Steve by fucking him dry, but he wasn't going to be particularly easy on him either. Steve let out a whimper as Randy got more cream and then jammed two fingers into his ass.

After jamming his fingers in and out a couple times, Randy rubbed some cream on his nine-incher and took aim at Steve's tight hole. Pushing gently but firmly, the hole started opening as his cock forced its way in. Steve screamed and yelled for him to quit, and Randy's cock felt like it was being crushed in the tight hole, but the feeling was fabulous. Randy didn't much care if Steve was hurting because this was for him, for his pleasure. This was payback.

Steve continued yelling but Randy was not about to stop. Picking up his jockstrap, he jammed it into Steve's mouth.

With a big smile on his face, Randy began to move his nine inches in and out of the tight ass. The feeling was simply wonderful, but as he pushed deeper it got even better.

Leaning over Steve's back he whispered into his ear. "I'm in there, babe" he whispered. "All the way in your ass. Your wimpy cousin is fucking your tight hole." Steve was crying now and mumbling something through the jockstrap.

"Getting my own back now Steve, and it feels great" Randy said as he let go of the collar and grabbed Steve's hair. Putting his other hand around Steve's waist, he jerked him up to his knees and started fucking. He wanted it to last, but the euphoria of finally conquering his cousin was too much, and he started shooting much too soon. But the feeling was electric as surges of pleasure shot through his body over and over as he fired into the tight ass.

After a minute or so, he let Steve fall to the mat, and fell on top of him.

"That was good babe" he finally said into Steve's ear as he pulled the jock out of his mouth. "Even a son of a bitch like you can give a good fuck. And now I own you babe. You belong to me and I'm going to show you what that means. Everything you did to me when I was a kid is now coming back to you in spades. And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it."

Randy gently pulled his softening cock from Steve's no longer virgin ass. Steve merely groaned.

Just before 3:00 PM Randy sat up on the edge of the bed. Steve was on his knees next to the bed with head bowed and totally nude except for the black leather slave collar and a black leather band around each wrist. He had not moved since Randy ordered him to his knees a half hour before while Randy just lay back and rested.

Over the past two hours Randy had taken Steve through a thorough lesson in obedience training. Using a combination of wrestling holds and his fists Randy took him through his training program. Steve was rather slow in comprehending his new position as a slave, but Randy was perfectly willing to continue kicking his ass until he finally did understand. In fact, Randy was rather disappointed that Steve was catching on so quickly, because it was ruining his fun. And Steve had numerous bruises showing just how much fun Randy was really having.

Randy generally avoided Steve's handsome face, except for an occasional slap, but anywhere else was fair game. Steve had now learned to always look at the floor unless told otherwise, and to always say sir to his young cousin. He also learned that when given an order, he was to obey quickly, and without question. He learned what it was like to rest on his knees with head bowed in front of his Master while awaiting instructions. The beating in the garage had been effective, and this additional ass kicking really seemed to do the trick.

"Socks are in the top drawer, and the tennis shoes are right here" Randy said as he pulled on his jock and his gym shorts and sat down on the bed. "Move your ass and get'em." Steve started to get up, but Randy stopped him. "Crawl you little shit. Unless I tell you otherwise, you always crawl for me." Steve crawled over and got the socks, and after crawling back, slipped them on Randy's feet, followed by the tennis shoes.

Randy then took Steve's head in both hands and pulled him into his crotch, rubbing his face back and forth over his cock. Steve put his hands on Randy's thighs to push away.

"Get your fuckin hands behind your back like I told you" Randy yelled. Steve put his hands back behind his back as Randy pulled his head up, so they were now eye to eye.

"Ever give anybody a blowjob Steve?" he asked.

"Oh Jesus, Randy. Don't! Not that!" Steve whined. "Please Randy."

Randy slapped him. "Call me sir, you piece of shit. Haven't you learned anything yet? You say sir every fuckin time you open your mouth."

"I'm sorry sir" Steve whimpered. "But, please sir, I'm not gay. Don't make me do that."

"Well, for your information" Randy said, "I am gay, and it really doesn't make any difference to me if you are. I suspect that you don't have to be gay to give a decent blowjob. In fact, we're going to find out real soon. And you're not only going to learn to suck cock, but you're also going to learn to beg for it. I'm looking forward to it."

Randy picked up a leash from the bedside table and snapped it onto Steve's slave collar. Getting up he pulled Steve to his feet. "Okay, get up. Let's go out to the garage. My boys are already here waiting for our workout."

Landon was standing outside the garage door waiting for Randy when they got there. "Hello Boss" he said as he opened the door and let Randy and Steve enter first. Jason was stretching and loosening up in front of the mirrors. They already knew that Randy's cousin was coming, and Randy told them he was planning on working him over, so they were not totally surprised that Steve was nude and on a leash. But imagining it and seeing it were two different things.

Both boys were turned on by the erotic scene of Randy leading his hunky cousin with a leash. Randy had not told them how handsome and how nicely muscled his cousin was but they both thought he was hot. Randy took Steve to the wall where he had attached the hooks/

"Jase, bring that chair over here" Randy said as he pulled Steve over to the wall where he had attached two hooks. Jason picked up the only chair in the room and brought it over to him,

"Arms up" Randy said to Steve as he pushed hit against the wall. Standing on the chair Randy attached the rings in the leather cuffs to the hooks he had installed on the wall. Standing back and looking at his work, he wished he had put the hooks a little higher so Steve would be on his tip toes, but he was stretched out pretty good as it was. And his muscled body looked really good stretched out against the wall like that.

"Well boys, what do you think of my new ornament" Randy laughed. "Kinda brightens the place up doesn't it? A pretty little trinket to decorate the wall is just what we needed, don't you think? Besides, after our workout, he's going to be part of the entertainment."

"Jesus, Randy" Jason said with a grin. "He's really good looking. You didn't tell us he was such a hunk."

"And so well behaved too" Landon said with a laugh.

"Seeing him like that makes you want to fuck him, doesn't it?" Randy answered. "Well, be patient, and you'll get your chance. He's already taken me up the ass, and I know he can't wait to gobble my cock. And, as for behavior, he's kinda battered at the moment, but he learns fast, and within a day or so he is going to be my perfectly obedient little puppy."

Steve's head was down, and he showed no reaction to the conversation as he stared at the floor. Pulling Steve's head up by the hair, Randy smiled and gave him a gentle slap on the cheek. "Yeah, you're going to be my little punk for the next two weeks, aren't you babe? Say yes sir."

"Yes Sir" Steve responded softly.

"Good little puppy" Randy laughed, still holding him by the hair. "Now tell my boys how much you loved getting my big cock up your ass. Go on, say it. Tell `em you liked it."

"I liked it sir" Steve answered dully.

"See boys" Randy laughed. "He learns really quick. Now, let's get to that workout."

An hour and forty minutes later, the boys were laughing and carrying on, and totally soaked with sweat.

"Oh, man. That was a hell of a workout" Randy said as he grabbed both of his boys by the neck and pulled them close. He gave Jason a healthy kiss, and then gave Landon the same. "Shit, I've kept my hands off you guys for almost two hours, and I can't stand it any longer." Reaching down he grabbed both boys by the ass and squeezed and rubbed and pinched both cheeks as he continued kissing one and then the other. "You guys make me so fucking hot." Both boys were grinning with pleasure.

"How ya doin, Babe?" Randy asked as he turned towards Steve. "Did you like seeing three hot studs work out? Sorry, we ignored you all this time, but in this garage, working out is serious business."

"I asked you how ya doin Babe" Randy said as he walked over to him. "So answer me."

"Please Randy, ah ... sir" Steve moaned. "Please don't. I can't take any more Randy. I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, after three years of you bullying me, I still think I owe ya" Randy growled. "Payback time can be tough, but it feels pretty good to me. So, if I ask you something, you answer quick, and when I tell you to do something you jump. Otherwise, the pain is going to go on and on."

Randy raised his arm, putting his hand behind his head showing a nice bulging bicep, and pushed his sweaty armpit up to Steve's face. "Okay, you piece of shit, you know why my armpit is in your face. You know what I want. Jace and Landon want to hear you ask for it. You want some more pain or will you ask me nicely."

"Please sir" Steve whispered with a sob. "Can I lick your armpit."

"Well listen to that, boys?" Randy laughed. "He said please. This guy's got manners." He pushed his pit into Steve's face. "Go to it shit face."

Steve started licking the sweat from Randy's armpit. He was totally beaten and humiliated, and he hurt everywhere from the beatings, and his arms ached from hanging on the wall for so long. His young cousin had proved he was the better man, and Steve just wanted to avoid any more pain. Obedience was his only option if he was to avoid getting beat up constantly for the next two weeks.

When Randy was satisfied that Steve had sufficiently licked his armpit, he pushed the other one in his face. Jason and Landon stood there watching and getting turned on as Randy humiliated his cousin. Randy could put on an amazing show when he was in a dominating mood, and both boys had experienced similar events in the past.

Randy finally backed off from Steve. "Give me the chair Jace. Let's get him down." Jason brought the chair and Randy got Steve down and pushed him to his knees. "Hey boys, believe it or not, Steve says he's never given a blowjob before, but he wants to get some practice before he tries my nine inches. Which one of you wants a blowjob?"

Jason and Landon both looked somewhat startled because, amazing as it may seem, neither one had ever gotten a blowjob. They serviced Randy, not the reverse, and they got their rocks off with a right-hand action when Randy allowed it, or at home alone while thinking of Randy.

"Ah, I'll do it Randy," Jason spoke before Landon had a chance. "I'd like to have him blow me" he said.

"How about it, Steve? You ready or do I kick your ass first?" he said as Jason walked over.

"I'll do it sir" Steve answered. "Whatever you say."

"Go to it Jace" Randy directed as he stepped back and walked over to Landon. Jason slipped his jock under his balls forcing them and his hard cock to stick out as he pushed his crotch into Steve's face.

"Lick it, slave" Jason said as he rubbed his cock back and forth over Steve's face.

Meanwhile, Randy pulled Landon into a kiss as he reached around and started squeezing his ass. "How's your ass babe?" he mumbled through the kiss. "Ready for me?"

"Oh yeah, Boss" Landon whispered. "It's hot and ready for your cock."

"Good boy" Randy said with a grin. "Good answer. Now get em off and bend over." Landon pulled his jock off, stepped out of it, and bent over as Randy stripped as well. Randy spit on his hand and started rubbing Landon's ass. With plenty of spit and using his fingers, Randy began to loosen Landon up as they both watched the action between Jason and Steve. Jason had now removed his jock strap and had pushed his cock into Steve's mouth. Steve was sucking up a storm and Jason looked like he was in heaven. He obviously was not going to take long to cum from his first blowjob.

Randy pushed Landon backwards on the weight bench and lifted his legs over his shoulders. Then taking aim, he slowly started to push his nine inches into the tiny hole.

As Randy eased his cock into Landon's ass, he leaned forward and let a big gob of spit fall into his face. "Rub it all over babe" he said. "Get it all over your face." Landon reached up and smeared the spit all over his face as he stared into Randy's eyes and saw that took of ecstasy. Continuing to stare into Randy's eyes, he started licking the spit from his hand. He made a big deal about licking his hand and he could see it was turning Randy on. As Randy finally started the fucking motion, he spit in Landon's face again, and Landon went through the process all over again. They were both very turned on.

Jason finally put his hand behind Steve's head and pushed his cock deeper into his face and he heard him gag. He knew he could come at any time, but he wanted to get into Steve's throat first. And he wanted the pleasure to last and last. Besides, Steve had better learn to take his seven inches if he was going to get Randy's nine later.

Randy was fucking Landon's ass long and slow as he heard Steve begin to gag. He loved the sound and knew he would be hearing it a lot from now on. There was no doubt he was going to fuck Steve's face before the day was out. Randy was bent over, looking down as Landon's beautiful face, as he fucked. Landon was so sexy and beautiful, that Randy started fucking hard and fast. He was about to cum.

Just as Randy began to shoot, he heard a groan of pleasure from Jason, who was now shooting into Steve's mouth. He heard Steve gagging but evidently it was not interfering with Jason's pleasure. As Randy finished shooting, he dropped Landon's legs from his shoulders, lay down on top of him and started giving him a long deep kiss.

When Randy finally got up off of Landon, he noticed Jason lying on his back on the mat with a big smile on his face. He looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary after enjoying his very first blowjob. Steve was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with a mixture of cum and tears smeared all over his face. He was panting hard. Randy almost felt sorry for him he looked so sad and miserable. Almost, but not quite.

Randy walked over to Steve, and taking hold of his hair, pulled him to his crotch. "One of your jobs, slave boy, is to clean me up after a good fuck. Now, start licking." Steve did what he was told without question, and licked Randy's cock, and when Randy pushed against his lips, he let him slide in and sucked him. When Randy pulled out his cock was spotlessly clean.

"Okay boys" he said. "Good workout. We'll do it again tomorrow at 3:00. You're going to have to go home today to shower, because Steve is going to be giving me a shower here. But remember that we've got him for two weeks so I'll see that you each get some time with him. Now get out of here so Steve and I can get back to training. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave each of them a kiss as they got dressed and left the room.

Closing the door, he walked back over to Steve. "Okay Steve, here's the way it's going to be. Your uniform for the next two weeks is that collar and those wrist bands. I'll handcuff you to the bed at night and you'll sleep on the floor. You will stay close to me at all times, with or without the leash, waiting for orders. You'll do all the cooking and cleaning and anything else I can think of. You'll be ready for me when I get horny and want to fuck. And I get horny a lot. You're also going to learn to take a good face-fuck, just the way I like it. We'll do some practicing on sucking later on this evening. And I'm also going to teach you how to beg. It really turns me on to have a guy beg me before I let him kiss my ass. You're not only going to beg to kiss my ass, you're going to beg me to fuck you; you're going to beg to kiss my feet; and if you're good I may let you beg me to piss on you. You do remember the time you pissed on me, don't you? Well, I want you to know what it feels like".

"Any questions?"

Steve just sat there leaning against the wall with tears in his eyes. Randy got down on his knees, and pulled their faces just inches apart.

"I said: do you have any questions?" he asked as he looked him in the eye.

"No, Randy" Steve whispered. "No questions."

"Good boy" Randy said as he leaned forward and gave Steve a quick peck on the lips. "And who knows, you may even get to like it."

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