Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 00:13:05 -0400 From: Unabbook Subject: babyface jocks own me 9 So I'm riding along in the back seat on Larry's lap. I'm shirtless, and Larry has one bicep around my neck holding me onto him, and the other hand with his fingers holding my mouth open so I drip. God he is so huge. I feel like a little boy -- unable to talk, unable to move. I can't get up anyway, because my thumbs are cuffed to my balls. "Aw faaa, itch my baaa..." I beg like a babyboy, and I can't talk right with Larry's other hand in my mouth. Bobby now sits in MY lap, facing me. His blonde hair hangs over my face, and he -- as usual -- grabs my ears like handles, and steers my face so I ride his huge, pouty white baby smile. How does he keep his lips so wet? Again, I can only smell his hot teenage lips, since my nose is in his smile, but my mind is mainly on my itchy butt !!! And Bobby's like, "Dude do you want me to forcefuck ya? That would help your butt! and it's the ONLY way you're gona get scratched. Up to you dude!" God his smile is so hot. I stutter. I can't talk with Larry's fingers holding my mouth open. Larry squeezes my nipples harder than ever. He says: "you better answer, BITCH!" I think about what they said earlier -- I have to answer the way they want, and I can't ask for anything, and I'm not allowed to talk unless they give me permission. How long would it be before I would even have power to ask to be itched? Oh my god, they have got to scratch inside my butt, it's all I want in the world! But I can't talk!!! "Oh my gahhh Aahhh byyy, lease uck ee!" I blurt out. "Aw man, we totally got him!" Bobby laughs. He sounds like a total adolescent kid, but I know he's a powerhouse and he means business. We drive up the driveway behind the house. We stop, and Larry just chucks me out on the lawn. Now Paul and Larry are all over me in another disadvantaged wrestling match. It is so hot out -- it must be over 100 by now. Paul and Larry get out some scissors and just cut my jeans right off of me, laughing their heads off !!! Shit! Now I'm just lying there int he dirt, with my butt itching to high heaven, and with my thumbs cuffed to my balls, with my huge boner sticking lika a foot straight out and straight up! I try to touch my boner now that the jeans are cut off me. Of course they see it right away! "Bitch, who said you could touch our boner!!!" screams Larry, slapping my face. They all hold me down, and Bobby throws them that collar they used in the gym. Man, these jocks don't play around. They attach my wrists right up to my collar again, and put the spreader bar back between my legs. Now I can't even rub my buttcheeks together. I just lie there with my spread butt sticking out in the air. Bobby gets out of the car, and he has bare feet again. I did mention his high arches and size 13 feet. He's shirtless and laughing, with just his tight satin gym shorts on. From down here he looks like a giant teenage orgasm, but I have no power to jizz. I feel like my whole body is pumped full of cum!!! Bobby starts kicking into my butt, but not hard at all. Basically all he's doing is scratching me, but not enough to make a difference. But, helpless as I am, it moves me around a little and basically just tortures my itchy butt!!! Each time, he gently touches his toes into my crack, which I can't close. I'm panting and dying to touch my cock, or my butt, or touch Bobby, or ANYTHING! I just stare up at him as he smiles down at me, dripping his teenage spit on my face as he smiles. Each kick, Bobby and Larry laugh even more. "We fucken told you not to ask us for anything, BITCH!" says Larry. Paul and Larry spit all over me as Bobby kicks me around for awhile by my butthole. Larry says to Bobby, "Make sure to cure his fucken itchy ass!" Then they exchange high fives, and Paul and Larry get in the car. Oh my god they're gona leave me alone, under the total control of this humiliating teenage orgasm jock! Bobby puts his hot sexy foot on my mouth. He doesn't look as mean as Larry, but now that we're alone and I'm more helpless than ever, I know he's gona mind and body-fuck me worse than ever. He smiles down at me with his bright blue eyes, his 1000-watt smile dripping. "Dude, want me to take care of your ass?" I can't talk with his foot on my mouth, so I just squeal. He says, "Dude I thought so!" Bobby gets under me, lifting me in the air in another forced piggyback ride so my boner rides in his sexy long hair. He's so tall and buff that this is nothing to him. I start masturbating against the back of his head, and he pinches me feet -- I say "OWW!!!" -- and he says "Dude, you do not masturbate without my permission or you are fucken FUCKED!" I stop masturbating myself in the back of his hair, which is torturous. His hair is long and blonde and just feels like liquid sex on my boner. Laughing hysterically, he runs across the lawn with me in the forced piggyback ride. Now he starts tickling my feet (which he is holding both of, duh), and I can't control my laughter. I laugh so hard I'm gona lose control of my piss. He runs all over the lawn carrying me in circles. I say, "Bobby nooo!!! I gota cum, hhahahahah!!! Touch my butt!!! AF FUCK DUDE HELPPP!!!" Bobby jumps up and down a bunch of times, bouncing my itchy ass on his neck and my gigantic boner (which I am not allowed to masturbate) in his hair. He laughs, says "dude you're fucked," then -- keeping me firmly in the forced piggyback ride -- he carries me at top speed right inside the house!