Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 00:10:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 12

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this nature where you live,  Please stop now!
This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage
boys...and is for adult eyes only!
The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
another.
This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also
made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.
In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between
teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further!
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Thank you,
Chaz

Recapping the last paragraph of chapter 11:
That night at seven sharp, I was making my way down the steps to
Robbie's private domain.
He was busy on his Bow-Flex, and I took my place at his feet, licking the
soles of his socks that he had worn all day.
The doorbell rang, his rents had already left, they had tickets to the
theater.
Since Robbie was in his usual attire of skimpy briefs, I offered to go up
and answer the door, but he insisted, he'd do it, so I followed.
I think Robbie was even more surprised than I, when he opened the door
and Donnie barged in, heading straight for the basement door, nearly
knocking Robbie over as he brushed roughly past him, saying nothing.
Robbie first looked at me then at Donnie's back as he headed down the
stairs.
Throwing his arms in the air, Robbie yelled to him. "What the fuck... hey
dude... I told you last night that your job was finished, the faggot here
has been trained just fine"
Donnie's angry voice fired back. "This isn't about that queer little
bitch... it's about the hand-job you owe me, now get your ass down
here... pronto"


Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 12


Seeing the concerned look on Robbie's face, made me nervous as well.
I followed behind my best bud, as he slowly made his way down the steps
to his private and personal torture room. Even the sound of his voice
sounded a little shaken. "What the fuck you talkin about, dude?"
Donnie on the other hand, didn't sound nervous at all, just the opposite
actually.
His voice was confident, determined... and very angry, we were to find
out a day later that the reason for Donnie's anger was the rather bad
news he got from the rumor hag, Jenna Strout. It seemed that the only
girl that Donnie had any true feelings for, had begun dating a Freshman
at the same college she was hoping to attend in Boston.

The rage rushing through the handsome Donnie was more evident, once we
were up close and personal.
By the time Robbie and I had reached the bottom step, Donnie was all
ready posed for a fight. Standing there with his fists resting on his
hips and wearing a skin tight sleeveless muscle shirt, and cargo shorts
with a nice size basket showing, he looked as though he had just finished
working out, his chest and guns pumped up solid, with his thick well
muscled legs spread just enough to show off his solid thighs. He gave
Robbie a dirty look, and began angrily talking down to him. "Don't
fucking play games with me today, asshole, or I swear I will hurt you
real bad. You know damn well what the fuck I'm talkin about... the
hand-job you promised last night, I'm here to collect it, and if you so
much as try and wiggle out of it, I will deck you sooo fuckin fast,
you'll wake up thinking you were hit by lightening. Now, you WILL...
give me a fuckin hand-job, and you WILL ... give it to me the way I want
it, or I WILL throw you on that bench and fuck that tight virgin ass of
yours till the middle of next week, so you tell me, fuckhead... what's
it gonna be?"
I glanced at Robbie and saw that his face had turn red with anger, as he
stood up to his tough bud. "First off, dude... who says you can take me,
I mean we've never actually fought or anything."


As I turned my head to get Donnie's reaction to his buds comments,
Donnie was already in the process of pulling his tight t-shirt over his
head, instantly displaying his well developed body from his waist up.
To say that the sight of his wicked hard six-pack, and well cut chest
with a deep crevice separating the two protruding softball size pecs, was
a fags dream come true, well... I guess would be quite the
understatement.
I, as though seeing Donnie's body of steal for the first time, was so
hypnotized by his seventeen year old magnificent chest and huge guns,
that I... nor Robbie, saw it coming, opened hands flying at Robbie like
missiles in the air.
Donnie bitched slapped Robbie three times, so hard, so fast, that the
power from them knocked Robbie backwards nearly a foot. "Let's go, dude"
Donnie snickered while holding out his arms and waving his bud to him.
"Let me show you once and for all how a real jock... kicks ass"
A stunned Robby, at first stood back rubbing the side of his face, where
Donnie's hand print was clearly evident, his eyes watering from the
sting.
Then, shocking the crap out of me, he backed down from his bud once
again.


As I mentioned before, I had never known Robbie to back down from a
fight, but for some reason, maybe from respect, maybe from fear, he had
already backed down from his friend, the teenage GOD, several times in
just under a week.
The words coming from Robby, sounding a little cracked, a little soft,
reminding me of a whimpering child. "I'm not gonna fight you, dude, we
go back too far." Donnie gave Robbie a smirk, and snickered. "That's a
fucking cop-out... and we both know it. You're nothing but a fucking
sniffling little coward when you're up against somebody tougher than
you. I knew you'd back down. You're only a tough, jock-boy bully, when
it comes to faggots, and dudes weaker than you."
I was baffled when Robbie just listened to the crap coming from his bud,
and never once spoke up in his own defense. If I didn't know my best bud
better, I'd swear that even he ... was secretly salivating over the near
naked godlike body of his childhood friend.
While still glaring into Robbies eyes, a smiling Donnie began to strip
from his cargo shorts.
Now standing there in just a worn, filthy, and clearly stained jock,
Donnie pointed to the floor between his well muscled legs, gritting his
teeth, he snarled at his bud. "NOW... kneel... and give me the fucking
hand job you owe me, or I seriously will beat the fuck out of you."
I stood and watched, somewhat breathless as Robbie slowly inched his way
forward to where his friend was standing and pointing. When Robbie was
somewhat hesitant to kneel, another powerful bitch slap, nearly knocking
him over, was all that was needed as proof that his bud was not playing.


As my best friend slowly knelt before his obviously tougher school mate,
I cringed at the sight. My next door hero, one that I had always
considered the toughest boy in the world, my best bud since the age of
ten, was on his knees in front of a kid his own age waiting for further
orders.
Two high school jocks with equally well muscled bodies, staring into each
others eyes, both equally evil in their own way, both sinister, and
sadistic, both always known as the toughest boys in school. Now suddenly,
one was more tougher, more dominating than the other, and was about to
become King of the Mountain.
A thrilled and confident Donnie, standing over his best bud, could not
for the life of him conceal the power, control, and glee that was
obviously rushing through his body at the moment, looked down into the
frightened and slightly watered eyes of his bud, and grinned the most
evil grin I had ever seen.


Donnie stood there posing and flexing every muscle in his body, till he
gave the appearance of a young powerful Greek God, then he smiled and
gently began rubbing his massive weapon hidden behind his well worn and
deeply soiled jock. "Before you jack me off, I want you to use the palm
of your hand and rub the outside of my jock, I want you to feel the
outline of my huge nuts and thick nine inch dick, I want you to gently
rub the palm of your hand all over them... till I tell you to stop... I
want you to get my cock nice and hard, get your hand all dirty from my
jock, then use your teeth and lower my jock to the floor... and jack me
off... nice and slow."
With Robbie looking up at his long time bud, as if he wasn't hearing the
words too clearly, Donnie grabbed a fistful of Robbie's blond hair and
bitch slapped him even harder than before.
"That's just a tiny sample of what you'll get, if you refuse to pay-up,
now do as I said, and I promise not to hurt you.... too much"
It was apparent, from tears at the corner of his eyes, that the sting
from the slaps were hurting Robbie both mentally as well as physically,
or maybe the tears were from the humiliation, and degradation that was by
now slowly invading his mind and body.
The thing is, as Robbie had literally POUNDED into my head while we were
still kids, long standing buds, never re-neg on a promise to another bud.
It just wasn't right, it was kinda like it was the eleventh commandment
or something, and to break it could get you beat-up, as I had learned the
hard way... many times while growing up with Robbie.
So maybe it was with this knowledge that my hero raised his right hand
and pressed it against the protruding bulge in front of his face, and
slowly began to trace the out-line of Donnie's magnificent cock from
it's base all the way up to it's thick head.
The long trek must have seemed to Robbie that it was more like nine miles
rather than nine inches, as his open palm gently and slowly made its way
to the rim of his buds weapon of mass destruction, then as the hand
climbed over the rim, each finger slowly and gently massaged the out-line
of the thick knob, pausing briefly at the wide piss-slit before beginning
the long trek back down to his friends over sized nut-sac.


By the time Robbies fingers reached the piss-slit the second time around,
there was a dribble of pre-cum oozing out onto the filthy yellowish jock,
and before Robbie allowed his fingers to touch the wet knob, he lifted
his head and looked up into the eyes of his grinning bud.
Robbie's tear filled eyes asked the question that his vocal cords seemed
to have trouble doing them selves. `Must I' The grin on Donnie's face
only grew larger as he stared down into his friends eyes and nodded his
head. "What??? ... It's just a little lube to help you along, when
we're ready for you to jack me. Go ahead, rub your thumb into it... it
won't hurt ya, I promise"


My eyes nearly dropped from their sockets, while witnessing my hero touch
another dudes cum for the very first time totally on his own, not being
forced to... as he was with Anthony during their fight. This time was
very different, Robbie wasn't in pain, he sooo easily could have backed
away, but he didn't.
As a matter of fact, he didn't just slide his thumb over the head and
leave it at that, he ashamedly massaged the out-line of the cum drenched
head with his thumb for a good moment or so. Suddenly, it dawned on me
that my best friend was in a fucking trance, kneeling there staring
deeply at the out-line of Donnie's hard massive tool, while covering his
thumb and fingers with another dudes pre-cum. Obviously, this brought on
a barrage of verbal abuse from his straight as nails bud. "Well, well,
well, seems to me, that you're getting into this. You like the feel of
my dick and cock-drool, huh? Yeeaah, bet you never felt anything as
awesome as that, have ya?
So tell me... what's holding your interest? Is it my fucking huge, hard
as steel dick, that you are so often fascinated with? I bet it is, now
that it's up close... just fucking inches from your eyes... looks even
bigger, huh? OR maybe it's the feel of my pre-juice all over your
fingers, feeling nice and warm... kinda makes you wanna taste it, huh? Go
ahead, I don't mind... taste your bud, press your tongue right onto the
wet out-line of that awesome knob, don't mind my fucking filthy jock,
fuck... who knows, you just might enjoy the taste of that as well."
Robbie remained frozen, till Donnie finished his little speech, then he
seemed to snap out of it, his face beet red, and proceeded to slowly move
his hand down to his buds huge balls.
He spent a moment or so, gently massaging his buds nut-sac, before making
another trek up the length of Donnie's damp cotton covered shaft.


This scenario continued for maybe another five minutes, before Donnie
gave the order to remove his jock. "K, dude, you're doing great, even
better then I had hoped for, now remove my jock... just the way I told
you to... with your teeth."
Robbie hesitated, at first I wasn't sure if he was hesitating because he
was embarrassed to perform such a humiliating task, especially with me
standing there watching, or if he was once again in some sort of trance
like state of mind.
Another fucking power slap, knocking him to the floor, where a bright red
hand print covered the side of his face, dazed him for a few seconds,
then quickly he took his place kneeling between his friends thick legs
once again.
This time he immediately pressed his forehead against his buds tight rock
hard abs, used his fingers to pull out the waistband of the dirty jock
and placed it between his teeth.
I was so close to shooting, watching as my best buds lips and nose
brushed deeply into Donnie's thick black pubes on their way down.
Then nearly sending me over the edge, Donnie grabbed a fistful of
Robbie's hair, and held my buds head with his nose buried deep into the
bush, with Donnie giggling heartedly, like a young child. "Take a
whiff... smell your best bud, dude... that's what a real fucking jock
smells like, I bet you like that, eh?"


Robbie, placed his hands on Donnie's thick well muscled legs and tried
desperately to push his bud away, but Donnie was planted solid right
where he was, not moving an inch. "You're not going anywhere, just enjoy
that fucking manly odor for a few. You keep fighting this, and I
promise... I'll fucking keep your face buried right there... till I
fucking smother you... besides, I think you like this... way more than
you're letting on. You putting on a show for your queer bud here, huh?
Is that what you're doing, trying to keep him believing that you're
some kinda tough jock? Well, sorry to have to be the one to tell you
this, dude, but the queer is not blind, I think he sees how much you're
really digging this. The thing is, you've been digging this right from
the second I put you on your knees. You're always so fascinated with my
fucking dick, now you got it in your face, you're like in another
fucking world or something, surprised you're not drooling or jacking
you're dick or maybe that comes later when you've got your hand wrapped
tightly around my nine incher, fisting it, feeling how fucking hard and
warm it gets, with it's thick luscious knob pointing right at your
fucking face.. Fuck yeah, bet you go into a real deep fucking trance
then, eh dude?"


I could totally understand where Robbie was coming from, and why he was
trying to push his bud away, he was just trying to breathe a little, what
with his nose and mouth being pressed so tightly into those silky black
curly hairs, and that strong jock odor, I'm surprised Robbie didn't
pass out within the first moment or two.
I was standing, and even I was feeling a little intoxicated from the
aroma. The strong smell stemming from the soiled jock, Donnie's damp
pubes and the sweat from his over sized balls, all combined ... was like
an aphrodisiac, and I so needed to get off.
But, like I said, poor Robbie was getting the worse of it, that
intoxicating aroma was making it's way to my friends lungs, and brain,
causing his dick to stretch longer and wider than I had ever seen it
before.
It reached the point where Robbie lifted his hands from his buds thighs
and placed them on Donnie's melon shaped globes, causing Donnie to flex
his butt muscles hard, allowing his friend from childhood ... a nice long
feel.


I felt my own dick begin to throb when Donnie winked at me and nodded
down to Robbie, just as he very, very, slowly eased his tight grip on
Robbie's head just a little bit at a time, and then finally released his
grip completely, throwing his arms up in a victory pose, then made a huge
biceps pose with his right arm, even giving the solid mound of muscle ...
a long drawn out kiss.
I expected my hero to pull away immediately, and take long deep breaths
of fresh air, I expected him to call Donnie every name in the book, I
even expected him to shed a few tears from all the humiliation, but it
was what I didn't expect, that took place. Robbie kept his nose buried
deep into the soft silky pubes, even moving his nose around in them, as
if he just couldn't get enough.
It took another minute or two for Robbie to finally pull himself away,
and with the waist band of the smelly jock still clutched between his
teeth, he began lowering it to the mats.


Donnie, lifted one leg at a time so that Robbie could completely remove
the filthy jock from his buds body, but before allowing Robbie to return
to a kneeling position, Donnie took the humiliation a step further.
Once Robbie pulled the jock free, Donnie lifted his right leg and placed
his foot on top of Robbies head, pushing it down till Robbies face was on
top of Donnie's left foot.
Seeing and feeling his buds lips pressed hard against the bare toes,
brought a huge grin to Donnie's face.
He then maneuvered his right foot all through Robbie's hair, while
mashing my buds lips and nose all over and in between the jocks toes.
"Give em some tongue, and I'll let you up, I promise"
It wasn't like Robbie had a fucking choice, with Donnie's thick well
muscled leg holding his buds head down.
It was obvious right from the start that my bud wasn't going anywhere,
anytime soon.
I must say though, that he definitely gave it his best shot.
We listened while Robbie tried like hell to protest, but the words were
coming out as loud umph's and ooomph's, while he worked desperately
with his hands to push the jock foot off his face.
Donnie just laughed his ass off at his friends weak attempt at freeing
himself, and repeated his ultimatum. "Come-on dude, you're not going
anywhere, give it up... let me feel your tongue between my toes, then you
can get to jacking me off... like you promised. Think about it, dude, you
finally get to wrap your hand around that awesome cock that you keep
talkin about. Seriously dude, I think you spend more time bragging about
my fuckin dick than I do... may as well get better acquainted with it, ya
know. This way... from now on when you tell people how huge my dick
is.... you can tell them from your own experience with it. Now do as I
say and I'll let you up, so you can get to work."


It was another couple of minutes, before Robbie gave up the battle to
free himself, while Donnie continued laughing down at his helpless
friend.
Donnie and I both watched while Robbie's mouth began to make movements,
yet with his face so mashed into his friends foot, it was impossible to
actually see my buds tongue at work.
It was only through the smirk on Donnie's face and the words that
followed that gave any indication that my best bud, was doing as told
from the seventeen year old Superboy above him.
"Yeeeaah, that's so fuckin sweeeet, clean between your buds toes... real
good.... REEEAL GOOOOD."
Donnie was so getting off on the new control he held over his long time
bud, that directly after having Robbie submit to the first demand, he
felt the need to push his dominance just a tad more.
He eased up a bit on the pressure his foot had on top of his friends
head, but continued to leave that foot planted right where it was, as he
gave Robbie another command. "That felt awesome, dude, just one more
thing before you get to play with my tool, wrap your sweet lips around my
big toe, and SUCK it."


With Robbie's face a lot less contorted now that it wasn't pressed
tightly on top of his friends foot, he was able to voice his distraught
along with his rage. "Come-on Donnie... cut the shit, and let me up, I'm
not fucking taking your toes inside my mouth... I'm serious, dude, I'm
so fucking pissed off now." Donnie just grinned. "Is that so? What is it
you plan on doing about it, huh? You pissed off enough to take me on?
Because I gotta tell ya dude, I would sooo get off on Punching your
lights out at least twice before leaving here tonight... but don't be
mistaken, although your head and body may be bruised up BIG TIME when
I'm finished... you'll still jack me off before I leave. So what's it
to be, dude? You gonna suck my big toe a little, or you wanna feel the
POWER behind these muscles of mine? Either way, I'm happy."


There was a long moment of silence, was my bud finally pissed off enough
to stand up to this asshole, or was he going to wimp out yet again?
I stood there nervously, rocking on one foot then the other, even biting
my nails, waiting so patiently for my best bud to give the tough jock boy
his answer. I mean I basically knew that there was no way in hell that
Robbie was gonna suck on another dudes toes, no matter how much he was
threatened.
Less than a moment after thinking this, my eyes bugged out big time, I
gulped at the sight taking place down on the mats. My long time hero,
parted his lips, and took Donnie's big toe in between them, wrapping his
sweet lips, as Donnie referred to them, around the toe, his cheeks sucked
in, a good indication that his tongue was at work.
The huge smirk on Donnie's face, and the mean words that followed, was
all the confirmation needed, that Robbie once again had submitted to his
childhood bud. "Aaaaahh fuck man, you disappointed me, I was so hoping
I'd get to use you as a human punching bag for a few hours, but oh well,
maybe another day. Fuck, dude, that feels so good, your tongue lapping
away on my toe, yeeaah suck it... suck it... SUCK IT!"
Of course I was disappointed, I mean what the fuck, watching my best
jock-boy bud now laying down flat on the mats with part of a dudes foot
in his mouth, I was not only disappointed, but confused as shit.
I just couldn't understand why he didn't put up a fight or at least
throw Donnie out of the house.
Because they had been friends for so many years, I didn't really believe
that Donnie would actually beat the shit out of Robbie, and I'm sure
Robbie didn't believe Donnie would go that far either, so why in hell is
Robbie taking the threat so serious?

My bud remained down on his belly literally sucking on Donnie's feet for
a good fifteen minutes or longer, and who knows how long he would have
remained down there doing that... if Donnie hadn't reached down and
pulled his bud up by the hair to his knees, verbally... humiliating him
as well as physically. "Fuck, dude... sorry to have to interrupt ya, I
can tell that you're so fucking totally into worshiping my feet and all,
and I do promise you can get back to them later on, but you've got me
hard as rock, and I'm ready for that special hand-job. Now go ahead,
wrap your fist around the dick you've been so infatuated with for the
past couple of years. You should be thanking me for finally giving you
the opportunity to actually feel it, to see it... so up-close and
personal, to watch the pre-cum ooze out of that wicked awesome, perfectly
shaped, and extra wide cock-head. Go ahead dude, wrap that hand of yours
around it, but be careful, you just might burn a hole in your palm, it's
that hot."

Robbie knelt there and stared at the nine inch thick shaft, just barely
an inch from his face, then he looked up at me and gave me a dirty look.
"Get the fuck outta here queer-boy, go home and fantasize about me
pounding you into the ground tomorrow after school."
I turned to gather my things wondering what the hell I did to piss him
off. Sure, he had no problem throwing me out of his house, but not the
dude that was humiliating and degrading him, go figure.
However, Donnie obviously had the upper hand, and just as I turned to go,
I caught the blow from the corner of my eye, Donnie had punched Robbie in
the face, knocking him down to the mat. "Dude? You really that fucking
stupid or what? How many times do I need to tell you, you're not in
charge anymore, I am... and I say that the faggot stays here ... till I
say so."
Donnie then reached down and once again pulled Robbie up to his knees,
with a tight fist full of hair, causing Robbie to squint his eyes and let
out a slight painful yelp.

I stood across from Donnie with Robbie between us, and once again
kneeling directly in front of Donnie's slightly spread legs, his face
just an inch or two from his buds thick nine inch love muscle, which by
now was as hard as steel.
While Robbie was busy rubbing his jaw, Donnie grinned down into his buds
eyes. "Did that feel good, dude? I fuckin love it when you give me reason
to fuckin pound on you. SO where were we.... aaaah, I remember now... you
were staring lovingly at my powerful weapon of mass destruction. Time to
jack me, dude, come-on now... don't make my fists angry, cause you know
what happens when you make them angry."
I couldn't help admiring the hot teen-jock body now standing over my
best bud.
Not only is Donnie one wicked hot jock, but at times like this when his
olive skin is accentuated by a light sheen of perspiration, literally
covering every muscle on his body, it's wicked hard trying to keep your
eyes from traveling up and down his seventeen year old well developed
physique.
I watched as he stood over Robbie, grinning down into his friends eyes
while unconsciously flexing his thick baseball size biceps, allowing a
peak at the dark bush in the pit of his arms, my eyes fell downward and
stopped at the thin treasure trail that runs from his navel down below
his thin waist to the thick dark patch above his tool.
I then glanced back up at his dark sexy Italian eyes and the thick black
eye brows above them, but the most attractive part of his face... to me,
is his thick square jaw, even if you hadn't seen the rest of his hot
jock body, the sight of his strong jaw would easily win you over.
I tore my eyes away from the high school bully and focused on my bud down
on his knees.
Strangely enough, he too was taking in Superboys olive skin and well
muscled body along with the thick nine inch shaft protruding out from
just below the tight abs. I watched as he slowly lowered his eyes till
they focused on the huge ball-sac, hanging low and begging for attention.
I wondered if Robbie was silently asking himself the same question I now
had in mind, `how much baby batter could such a huge sac hold?' Little
did my best friend know, that soon enough, that question would be
answered.
Donnie lashed out with another heavy slap to the side of Robbie's face.
"You love it when I bitch slap you, dontcha? That's cool, cause I'm
gonna bitch slap you even harder, if you don't wrap your fucking hand
around my dick and start jacking... fucking wimp."

By now, there wasn't much left, that would actually surprise me, so when
I saw my hero lift his arm and wrap his fist around his buds hefty cock,
I didn't even blink an eye.
When my best bud began to slowly jack off the high school jock standing
above him, I didn't even flinch.
When my friend Robbie inched himself closer to the rigid cock he was
jacking, I didn't even wonder why.
When the tip of Robbie's tongue slipped between his lips, and then
slowly licked them, I nearly fucking lost it.
Of course the scene didn't escape Donnie's eyes either, and he was
quick to let me know by giving me a slight push, nearly knocking me on my
ass. "Holy Fuck!!! Check it out... the fucking dude just licked his lips
while staring at my meat. FUCK, dude, you want a taste of this, huh? You
turning queer on me, dude?"
Quickly letting go of his buds dick, Robbie frantically denied he had
done any such thing. "What the fuck you saying? No way, man... I didn't
lick my lips while staring at your cock, you're fucking dreaming, dude."
An angry expression covered Donnie's face, he quickly made a tight fist
and raised it slightly. "You're going to be dreaming in about ten
seconds, if you don't admit to what you just did, asshole. Besides, I
have a witness... the faggot saw it too." Donnie looked straight at me,
expecting me to side with him, man, talk about being put on the spot,
either way I was definitely in for a major beating by whichever one I
chose not to side with.
Checking out the fist hanging in the air above my friend, I decided
rather quickly that I wanted no part of that.
With both jocks waiting for a response from me, I simply nodded my head
slowly, taking a huge gulp at catching the glare within Robbie's eyes,
as he stared up at me, a sure sign I was in for a bad time, next time we
were alone.
He then looked up at his long time bud. "OK, maybe I subconsciously
licked my lips, big deal... soooo what... that doesn't mean I was
thinking of your dick at the time. So don't get any ideas about me being
a fag... cause I sure as HELL ain't one."

Donnie, just smirked, grabbed Robbie's hand, placed it back around his
cock, and told Robbie to finish the hand job. "Say what you want, dude,
but I think you're enjoying having my cock so close to your mouth, maybe
if you kissed it ... you'd feel better, I know I sure as hell would, but
for now... get back to work."
Although Donnie ended his last statement with a laugh, I of course knew
he was serious, and couldn't help but wonder how this hand-job session
would end.
Robbie was back to jerking off his bud, and after several minutes that
hypnotized look returned to his face, and it was so obvious, that Donnie
just shook his head slowly and gave his kneeling friend another smirk.
"Here you go, dude, let's just give it a test run along your sweet lips,
k?"
I nearly fell to my knees myself, as I watched Donnie cover his buds hand
with his own, directing the cock closer to Robbie's face.
At first Robbie didn't budge, he just knelt there with a blank
expression, as Donnie brushed his thick cock-head along my heros lips,
smearing his oozing pre-cum as he did so, covering both lips then placing
a dab of it directly under neath Robbies nostrils.
Donnie then pressed his cock-head against Donnie's lips once again, and
held it there. "Go ahead dude, kiss it... Kiss It... FUCKING KISS IT!"
Donnie yelled so loud with the last kiss it, that I nearly jumped a foot
off the mats, and Robbie quickly came undone, as his head bolted
backwards till he was staring straight up into his friends eyes. Two
things happened, so that there was no way Robbie could convince either
Donnie or me, that he wasn't turned on even if it was just a bit. First
his dick became rock hard while Donnie's cock-head was pressed against
his lips, and secondly, he began to stutter, something I had never known
Robbie to do, not ever. "W wa what th the fuck you du du doing?"
Donnie laughed down at the confused poor sole kneeling in front of him.
"Fuck, man, is my dick so powerful it makes you st st stutter? You got a
fucking hard-on dude ... while my cock-head was pressed against your
lips, no fucking way you can deny it either, you wanna kiss it, and all
three of us know it... shit, I'd go as far as to say you wanna taste
it... you do... dontcha?"
Donnie then grabbed a fist full of Robbie's blond hair with his left
hand, holding his head tight, and with his right hand he gave my bud
another painful and brutal bitch slap. "Stop playing these fucking games
with me. KISS IT."

I felt my entire body go slightly numb, as Robbie puckered his lips and
kissed Superboys cock-head. I immediately knew that a simple kiss at this
point would hardly satisfy the NEW king of the mountain.
Donnie grinned from ear to ear, and while still holding his buds head in
place, he continued with the humiliation. "SWEET, so fucking sweet...
again... kiss it again... in fact ... keep kissing it over and over till
I tell you to stop."
Robbie didn't even look up at his tormentor, he simply obeyed without
speaking a word, there was no type of resistance at all, he just simply
began kissing Donnie's thick, oozing cock-head, till Donnie was laughing
his ass off and told his bud enough.
As Robbie went to kiss the perfectly shaped cock-head a final time,
Donnie pulled back a little and wiggled his hips from side to side. "You
wanna kiss it again, dude... you have to ask me for permission"
Robbie, just followed the swinging dick with his eyes, not saying a word.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was something that my best bud would
regret later, or while laying in bed and reviewing the events of today
over and over in his mind.
I mean the dude can't be gay, he fucks more pussy in a month than most
dudes our age fuck in a year.
So what's the story? I mean I doubt very much that he's Bi, cause if he
is, I would know it, RIGHT? I mean after all these years? Of course I
would know if he's Bi.
Sure he loves getting head, and lately since I gave him his first
blow-job he hasn't even attempted to get one from a girl, only dudes,
but that's only because he can add some heavy abuse to it, and he can
fuck the dudes face as hard as he wants, where as a girl.... well...
let's just say he wouldn't be able to get as carried away with it as he
does another dude. BUT... he's never ever once even come close to
placing his head near another dudes dick, with the exception of
Anthony's, and then only because he was made to.
So seeing him kiss his buds monster dick over and over like he had... was
doing a number on my mind.

I continued watching and breathing heavy as Donnie stood over his
kneeling bud, his long thick shaft bobbing in front of Robbies' face,
causing him to try and keep his eyes attached to it. Donnie continued
gyrating his thin hips in every direction. It was as though he was doing
some kind of erotic dance, his arms up, with his hands clamped together
behind his head, showing off the small dark patch of armpit hair, and his
flexed guns.
He grinned down at Robbie, kneeling there between his thick legs, as he
gyrated his sexy hips, swinging his thick nine inches in front of his
buds face. "You heard me, dude. You wanna kiss my big mushroom shaped
knob again... just ask me for permission. Come-on... all three of us know
you wanna keep kissing it... so just ask me... but ask me nicely... you
know, with some sincerity thrown in, K?"

If I had a million dollars in my hand at that moment, I would have bet it
all on Robbie telling Donnie to fuck off, lucky for me I didn't even
have five dollars, cause I would of lost it.
Both Donnie and I stared down at my bud, waiting for his response. It may
have taken him a bit to decide what to do, but then with out looking up
at either one of us, Robbie began to ask for his long time buds
permission... real softly at first, almost in a whisper. "Ok damn it...
can I kiss you're cock-head again?"
Donnie just burst out laughing nearly in hysterics. "You're a pathetic
fucking wimp, you know that, dude? Kneeling there between my legs,
begging to kiss my cock. Well maybe I'll let ya, maybe I won't... but
if I do decide to let you, you gotta ask me much nicer than that, and
much louder too. So let's hear it again, k?"

Donnie brought his arms down to his waist, making fists and resting them
on his now steady hips, his thick tool now standing still and straight
out, less than an inch from Robbie's moist lips, moist from being
saturated with his buds pre-cum, just moments ago.
Robbie first looked up at me, offering me one of those `if looks could
kill' glares, then he looked over to Donnie's grinning face and spoke.
"DUDE? CAN I PLEASE KISS YOUR DICK-HEAD AGAIN?"
Of course Donnie had to make the situation worse by laughing wicked hard
all over again. Causing my friend more humiliation than what was
necessary. "Of course you can... you can kiss my cock anytime you want...
or... anytime I want... but the wording is still off a little, here,
let's try this. `Please dude, may I kiss you're huge, beautiful,
cock-head again' try it that way, and I promise to give it some thought,
K?"

By now, Robbie was definitely coming undone, he knelt there between his
friends awesome legs, with that master cock-head less than an inch from
his quivering lips, looking down at it with tears in his eyes, lifting
his hand to it, only to have it slapped away by his tormentor. "Uh, uh,
first you beg to kiss it, then you get to touch it."
This time there was no surprise, when Robbie repeated the words, that his
bud wanted to hear. "Please, dude, may I kiss you're huge, beautiful
cock-head again"
Donnie hissed, then giving his friend a smirk, he snickered. "Sure, why
not, I love having my cock worshiped. Just one thing though, this time
when you kiss it? Give it lot's of tongue, k? I like feeling lot's of
tongue when some one is kissing my weapon of mass destruction. Go for it,
dude... give it a long sweet kiss."

Fucking Robbie didn't even hesitate this time around, he just eased his
face forward and began kissing his long time friends knob, over and over,
causing Donnie to laugh his ass off. "SWEEEET, but let's not forget the
tongue, give it some tongue, yeeaaah... poke the tip of your tongue right
into that wide piss-slit, show us how much you fuckin LOVE my cock"
Robbie stuck out the tip of his tongue and tried relentlessly to slide it
inside Donnie's piss-slit, which caused Donnie to laugh hysterically,
but it wasn't long before the laughter changed over to nearly silent
moans.

It almost seemed as though my best friends tongue had become glued to the
huge, thick, cock-head of the obviously more powerful Donnie.
Within moments, Donnie grabbed both sides of Robbie's head and demanded
more than just a kiss. "Ooooooh shit.... your tongue is so hot.... feels
so awesome.... ooooooohhh man, FUCK the hand-job, open up and fuckin BLOW
ME, you fuckin faggot!"
The words apparently hit Robbie much harder than the slaps and punches
Donnie administered to him earlier, as he desperately tried breaking the
tight grip his bud had on his head.
He gave it his best shot trying to pull away, But again, he was out
muscled by his tougher bud.
The strong hands holding his head in place added more pressure, and after
a few moments of fighting the situation, Robbie gave in to the power and
dominance of his superior.
Once it was clear that Robbie had no fight left in him, Donnie eased up
on the pressure of his buds head, gave him a smirk, gritted his teeth,
and repeated the previous demand on his new bitch. "I said BLOW ME,
FAGGOT!"
AND, that was the beginning of Robbie's servitude to his good bud, it
would only get worse and far more humiliating for him from this point on,
and all three of us knew it.

Robbie's face was beet red, he was so completely embarrassed, but it
only took several minutes for him to open up wide, and accept the first
inch or so of his buds dick.
Donnie with his hands still holding his buds head in place, pushed his
awesome looking knob between his buds lips, and held it there. "First,
lick it, I wanna feel your tongue all over the head of my precious cock,
then I want you to concentrate in back of it, under the rim and all
around it, till I say enough. I love feeling tongue under the rim of my
cock-head, and I'm gonna train you to do it just right, BITCH"
Robbie did as told, no hesitation, no fight, no attitude, he just knelt
there between his buds awesome thighs and did as he was told.
Donnie's soft moaning sounds, and closed eye lids, gave us the first
indication that Robbie was pleasing his new young master, and the
stronger dude standing over him, was not only his new master, but his
long time friend since grade school, a friend his own age, a friend whose
huge cock he just happened to admire, once too often.


I, myself boned big time by now, and I couldn't decide where to place my
sight. My eyes jumped from the tearful eyes of my hero, while he
submissively kneeled and made love to his friends cock-head, to the
Teenage God standing over him, smirking.
It didn't take long for Donnie to throw his head back, close his eyes
and moan softly. "Oooooh fuck... oooooh that's it.... that's it... move
that fuckin warm tongue around neath the rim.... ooooooh shit.... you ARE
in love with my cock... aren't YOU... Ooooooh yeeaah you ARE.... you
fucking queer!"
After what seemed like an eternity of Robbie tonguing his new boy-masters
cock-head, Donnie inched his long thick weapon of mass destruction
further into my friends wanting mouth, letting out a long, nearly silent
moan. "ooooooohhhhh maaannn, that was fucking awesome... you're gonna be
doing that a lot, I promise.... but for now ... it's time to taste more
of my power tool.... yeeeaaah take it... Take it... TAKE IT.... take it,
till you fuckin choke, you fuckin little maggot"

I had to give Donnie a little bit of credit, he was being a little more
gentle to Robbie than he had been to me, he proceeded to feed his bud the
nine inch monster slowly, easing it into his friends mouth a little at a
time.
Yet this didn't last very long, Donnie, apparently wanting to feel a
little more power and control over his kneeling friend, began talking
down to him, humiliating him just a tad more. "Not bad for your first
blow-job, fag. Then again... maybe it's not your first... who else have
you been sucking off, bitch? Hey pussy-boy...look up into my eyes, I want
constant eye contact with you from here on... turns me on somethin fierce
to see the terror in a fags eyes when he's choking on my seventeen year
old throat basher. Ya know somethin? You shoulda told me years ago, that
you were infatuated with my cock, we could've brought out the fag in you
back then, imagine all the little Donnie's that would be swimming around
in your belly by now, huh! But, have no fear... we're gonna make up for
lost time, trust me."

About six inches or maybe a little more into Robbie's mouth, the choking
and gagging began. For some reason, I half expected Donnie to ease up a
little since it was his child hood bud and all, but it didn't work that
way.
Donnie immediately smiled down into Robbie's frightened eyes, then asked
his friend a serious question. "How do you like my cock now... huh? Still
have a long way to go, dude... better relax your throat and let me in....
or I'll push and thrust and break down the door" Donnie giggled at his
own wit, while Robbie's face began changing colors.

True to his word, Donnie, eased his cock nearly all the way out, allowed
his bud a second to recapture his breath, then gave his sexy hips a
slight thrust.
Robbie's eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, the bluish tint
blending in with the red in his face, and the constant gagging and
choking, made it perfectly clear that Donnie had broken down the door. He
stood over his high school bud holding his buds head tightly in place,
locking in the eye contact, the young master grinned down at his bitch
from ear to ear, watching and hearing his newest sex slave struggle just
to breathe. "Dontcha just love being choked by the cock that you soooo
fantasize about? Hell ya... you do, just look at ya, you're so happy,
you're crying tears of joy, and slapping my thighs cause you're soooo
in ecstasy ... aintcha? Here's some news that's sure to make you even
happier, if that's at all possibe.... you still have a few inches to
go."
It's true, my long time hero, did have a face full of tears, but I,
being down that road knew that the tears were more from gagging and
choking than anything else.
Also, Robbie wasn't simply slapping Donnie's muscular thighs, he was
pounding the dudes thighs with all the strength he could muster, trying
his best to push them away, so he could breathe.
Finally, was my friend Robbie happy about any of this? Of course not, he
was as unhappy, and frightened as anyone would be under these
circumstances.
I mean, I'm sure he trusted his childhood friend, and probably knew way
down deep inside that his friend wouldn't actually choke him to death,
but try and convince yourself of that at the moment it's happening for
the first time. It doesn't work, trust me on this, I've been there.
Robbie, many times held my head tightly, while his big cock nearly choked
me to death, laughing down at me as I struggled to break free from his
young well muscled body.
Thinking back to those first few blow jobs I gave him, and all those
horrible feelings that had so overwhelmed my mind and body at the time,
were causing me to feel less sympathy for my idol, as a stronger dude
than himself now stood over him, fucking his face with powerful, long,
rapid thrusts.
Donnie's wide evil grin from cheek to cheek, showed the enjoyment he was
receiving from the power and total control he now held over his best
friend, a friend he had always considered an equal when it came to
strength, a friend that was now his property, to own and use as he
desired.
He continued to grin as his dark evil eyes, glared down into the weeping,
frightened, and pleading eyes of his long time bud. "How do you like my
cock NOW, bitch?"


The powerful thrusts from Donnie's sexy hips, continued driving his
thick nine inches in and out of Robbie's mouth and throat, leaving the
whole nine inches buried all the way for moments at a time, just so he
could watch Robbie's face contort into different shapes and sizes, eyes
bugging out, showing the fear and discomfort he was feeling with his nose
buried deep into Donnie's dark bush of sweaty pubes, and his bottom lip
pressed tightly against Donnie's huge balls, leaving him with no air,
literally breathless, fighting and pleading for his life, as Donnie stood
above him,, staring down and grinning. Both sets of eyes locked together,
while Robbie continued pounding away at his friends flexed thighs of
steel, pleading with his eyes as they remained locked onto his buds,
desperately trying to convey a message... that he needed air.
The savage and brutal face fucking continued, with Donnie allowing his
bud an occasional few seconds to catch his breath, only to continue
bashing and battering Robbie's mouth and throat endlessly.
It did seem like forever, even to me, before Donnie was ready to drown
his bud with a copious amount of cum.
It started with the moans turning a tad louder, then Donnie threw his
head back and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
He then brought his head forward, and glared down into his buds eyes once
again. "You worked hard for this, you better fucking enjoy it, every
fucking drop of it. Now fucking SWALLOW... swallow it all, ooooohhh
yeeeaah you bitch, EAT your mans CUM...... aaaaaahhhhhh shit.... take it,
faggot.... eat my thick creamy load. Swallow it... SWALLOW IT ALL, you
fucking queer bitch. Get used to it, you fuckin fag, cause it's gonna be
part of your daily diet from now on, gonna even put you on your knees at
school, and feed you this for lunch each day... how's that sound? You
fuckin little bitch"
Of course Robbie didn't have much of an option but to swallow, just as
Donnie was about to blast away, he gave his hips one last thrust, sending
his mighty cock all the way home, blasting what had to be at least three
huge volleys of his thick baby batter into Robbie's belly, before
pulling back and filling his friends mouth till it over flowed.
I know my idols mouth was filled to the max cause I watched as a tiny
stream of white goo oozed from the corner of Robbie's lips.
I also know that he was too frightened NOT to swallow, cause I watched as
his eyes bugged out from the first real mouthful of another dudes cum,
and his Adam's Apple began working over time, a sign that he couldn't
seem to swallow fast enough.

The copious amount of cum seemed endless, as Donnie began to give his
hips slow gentle thrusts, milking his huge balls dry. "Yeeeeaaaah, there
you go, cocksucker... there's your reward, you get to eat loads of my
precious cum. So how's it feel, huh? Having another dude cum inside your
mouth? You really are my BITCH now, you know that, right? You not only
made love to, and sucked my cock dry, but you also have my babies deep
inside you... now, and forever. Nope! No getting away from it now
queer-boy, you are most definitely my fucking bitch NOW! My new
girly-boy, and your new duties at pleasing your MAN... are just
beginning, trust me."


Donnie stood triumphantly over Robbie, grinning down at him, wanting to
hear for himself through his friends own words, that Robbie was aware of
his new role in life, and that he accepted it, without any problems. "You
ARE my new BITCH... right?"
Robbie sadly nodded his head, causing Donnie to beam all over. " Fuckin
right you are, and you're gonna BLOW me whenever I say, right? Robbie
sadly nodded again. "Of course you are, and you're gonna suck the cum
right outta my balls by the mouthful, aintcha?" Again, with his head
bowed staring at the mats below him, Robbie nodded his head. "Fuckin
right you are, and you're gonna swallow every fuckin drop, of your MANS
thick creamy cum, ain't that right, BITCH?" Again after a brief
hesitation, Robbie nodded his head, afraid, and too humiliated to look up
at us.
But, that wasn't going to work for his evil friend Donnie, who wanted
his new bitch to feel totally, and one hundred percent owned, controlled,
and degraded. "Look up into my eyes, bitch, and tell me that you LOVE my
cock, and EVERYTHING that comes out of it, and that you'll be only too
happy to get down on your knees and BLOW me anytime I want. Say it nice
and loud so that this other faggot and me can hear you clearly."
Robbie held back, but not for long. "I love your cock, and I'd be happy
to ... to ....to fall to my knees and blow you anytime you want"
"Yeeeaaah, I have no doubt.... and that's real SWEEEET, bitch, but you
left out something, now say it again, the way I want to hear it. And look
me in the eyes when you say it."


It took a moment, but finally, Robbie looked up into his buds evil eyes.
"I love your cock, and every .... every.... everything that comes out of
it, and I'd be happy to fall to my knees, and blow you anytime you want"
Donnie the new King of the Mountain just gleaming all over from the total
control and power he now had over his submissive friend, was quick to pat
himself on the back. "Of course you would, what fuckin FAG wouldn't? Now
let's do it again, I'm gonna train you to be the best cocksucker in
town, you'll learn quickly... I'm sure."

Donnie told Robbie to lay down on the weight bench, his legs toward the
bar, and his head hanging half over the opposite end of the bench.
Robbie hesitated, not quite ready to have his sensitive, sore throat
brutalized again, so soon.
Donnie stood in front of him, gave him a power slap, then spat in his
face, the wad of spit landing on his lips, Robbie reached up to wipe it
away, but Donnie grabbed the arm and held it away. "oooooh no you don't
.... No bitch of mine wastes my precious spit"
Donnie used his free hand to scoop up the gob of spit from Robbie's
lips. "Now open up that cum-dump of yours, we'll see how you like the
taste of another dudes fresh spit, BITCH!"
I watched as Donnie stuck two spit covered fingers inside his friends
mouth. "Now SUCK my fingers clean, and when you're done, you'd better
do as you were told, and lay down on that fuckin bench, or I'll let my
fists have their way with your body, GOT IT, FAG?"
Robbie obediently closed his lips around his buds fingers, and cleaned
Donnie's spit from them, as he was ordered.
His face cringed slightly as he swallowed the tougher dudes spit. This of
course brought a smile back to Donnie's handsome face. "What's wrong,
faggot? You don't like the taste of another dudes spit? Better get used
to it, queer-boy.... cause you'll be eating a lot of it from now on, I
promise"


Once Donnie pulled his fingers from Robbie's mouth, he pointed to the
bench, and sure enough, my idol needed no more coaxing.
Now positioned on the bench with the back of his head hanging slightly
over the edge, Donnie walked up behind Donnie's head and stood there,
straddling my friends face, his thick shaft pointed down, hanging
directly over Robbie's mouth.
Now, with Donnie's awesome knob less than an inch from the lips of his
newest bitch, he gave another humiliating command. "Kiss it, three times,
then open wide, cum-breath"
Robbie obeyed, fearful of the consequences, or was it simply desire?


I watched as Donnie's thick shaft entered Robbie's mouth, the veins
which for some odd reason I hadn't really noticed before, were now
clearly visible as they protruded slightly from the tight skin of
Donnie's wicked hard tool. Another thing that I hadn't noticed before,
was the out line of Donnie's huge cock-head pressing against the lining
of Robbie's throat, you could actually see the head as it moved down my
buds throat, fucking wild, I tell ya.
Donnie at first was using long, slow, gentle thrusts, allowing his newest
conquest to adjust to the girth and length of his love muscle.
Donnie and I both listened as Robbie gagged and choked each time the
shaft entered his throat, and with each pitiful sound escaping Robbie's
vocal cords, Donnie would grin from ear to ear. "I fuckin love the sound
of you chokin on my dick, feels good too, you fucking fag"
This time around, Donnie, seemed to be going easier on his long time bud,
but, this kindness was short lived, as the moments passed, he once again
began using brute force.
Mean while, it appeared that Robbie had learned how to control his gag
reflexes, if only a little.
He also remembered to use his tongue as Donnie had told him. "Yeeeaaah
that's the way ....that's exactly how I like it, see faggot... told
you, you'd learn fast... your doing just fine... just a little more
tongue. Aaaaah... fuck yeeaaah... that's better, now under the rim of
the head, I need you to give that a little more tongue as well.... oooh
fuckin yesssss.... lick underneath there.... yesssss... yessssssss... ooh
man that is so fuckin sweeeet, faggot... ooohhh yeeeaaah... you're gonna
make me a nice little bitch, fuckin cocksucking faggot. Fuck yeah,
you're gonna be so happy I brought you out of your closet, now you can
suck my dick as often as I feel the need, and you just know that's gonna
be real often, fagboy... dontcha?"


Apparently, Donnie preferred hearing the sound of his friend choking out
of control, fighting for his life, cause he began thrusting much harder,
fucking his friends face with much more power behind each thrust. Leaving
his cock embedded all the way for longer periods of time, causing his bud
to use all his available strength to try and fight off the far more
tougher dude, standing over him.


Watching Donnie use his buds face in this manner was kinda like watching
a jack rabbit give his mate a rapid fuck. The non stop pistoning of
Robbies mouth and throat, would only let up briefly as Donnie slammed
home and held there, causing his latest conquest to struggle with
everything he had in him.
My best friends face turned nearly every color in the rainbow, his eyes
nearly popping out of their sockets, the tears from the gagging and
choking were streaming down Robbie's face and onto the mats. Yet, Donnie
didn't give a shit, the sight of his conquered bud, and the choking
sound coming from him, only seemed to be turning Donnie on even more.
"You like chocking on my love muscle don't you, bitch?"
With his bud using his weight to hold Robbie's head in place, Robbie
responded the best he could under the circumstances by attempting to
shake his head `NO'


With his face turning blue, and the gagging much louder and more
frequent, it was obviously very clear that Robbie couldn't take much
more of his buds thick nine inches.
Donnie just smiled wickedly, while using his well muscled thighs to press
down on Robbies' head a little harder, loving the pain he was putting
his tough friend through, he sank his cock all the way home once again.
"There you go bitch, keep on choking, you fuckin fag, I can't even begin
to tell ya how fuckin horny you choking on my dick... is making me."
I couldn't help but think that those were my thoughts exactly.
I never thought I would ever live to see the day that my best bud, would
be inhaling another dudes dick. Yet, I have to admit that the sight of
him sucking another dudes cock was soooo wicked hot.
The sight of one power jock, using another to get off, had to be the most
erotic sight ever.
Ya... I know Robbie's my best friend and all, but the scene was just too
fucking awesome, two well muscled high school jocks going at it, with one
dominating the fuck out of the other, it being such a wicked hot scene, I
just knew recurring visions of it would be entertaining me forever.


To make me even hornier than I already was (if that's possible) Donnie
continued his verbal abuse, even raising it a notch.
`You're gonna love being my number one bitch.... aint ya? Gonna love
having my cock buried deep in your throat too.... huh?" Again Robbie did
his best to shake his head... NO.
Yet Donnie's grin grew as he added even more of his weight to Robbie's
head, then gave his muscular hips one final thrust, till Robbie's face
was once again buried deep into Donnie's thick black pubes. "Now you've
got a reason to choke... yeah, since you're down there... take a good
whiff of my pubes while choking on my dick, BITCH! Smell good? Yeeeaah it
may take you a while... but soon enough, you're gonna love being my
fucking personal cocksucker" He held Robbie's head in place with his
thighs, grinning sadistically while watching his friend fight for much
needed air, his friends fists flailing wildly, his knee bones shaking and
the tips of his toes curling as Robbie did his very best to push his
stronger bud off him and away, trying desperately to escape his tougher
bud.
His gagging and choking more strained, his breathing becoming more
ragged, with Donnie's evil grin growing even wider, his verbal abuse
more frightening. "Yeeeaaah choke on my cock, richboy, fucking choke, I
sooo fucking love the sight and the sound. By the way... while you're
blowing me, and choking on my throat basher, think of this, once you've
learned to deep throat me like this on your own? That's when I take you
home to meet my brothers... I just have this need to show off my favorite
cocksucker! Not so tough anymore... are ya, richboy? Always wanted a rich
bitch to spend tons of money on me, now I got me one, as a matter of
fact... I think you and I have a date at the mall tomorrow after
school... just you, me... and your money... and if you want, I may even
let you buy me a couple of new jocks, I mean since you'll be eating my
old ones.... ya know?"


It was during the third throat fucking that Donnie brushed the palm of
his hand over the back of Robbie's head and spoke to him softly.
"Getting used to it now, huh? I gotta tell ya though... I miss the
gagging and choking sounds... gonna have to come up with a new way of
fucking your face, just to bring back that beautiful sound. Gonna deep
fuck your throat one more time, faggot... then I need to take my favorite
bitches cherry... you want that as much as I do... don't you... rich
boy? You wanna feel your MAN on top of you, penetrating that virgin pussy
of yours... huh? Of course you do... it won't be long now... I promise"
With each line spoken, Donnie pulled out nearly all the way, then
roughly, and mercilessly, he drove his cock home with sadistic force,
causing his bud to offer up the gagging and choking Donnie had so been
missing. "aaawwwe... how sweet of you to bring back that sound I love
hearing from you.... yeeaah that's why you're always gonna be my
favorite bitch, you know just how to please me... now just a little
louder, bitch, I want the whole fuckin neighborhood hearing you choke on
my dick"


An interesting thought entered my mind as I watched and jerked off to
Donnie slapping his best friend around, humiliating him beyond words,
dominating him, the very same way Robbie dominates me, then fucking his
scull till his friend nearly passes out. I wondered why it is that tough
straight bullies and jocks in general, get off so much on the degradation
and domination of other dudes, and it wasn't only the meek and timid
boys that were victims, the bullies even seem to enjoy it more so if the
other dude is a jock boy. You know, some jock coming off as being less
aggressive, or maybe just showing a little submissiveness, sometimes it
was just a jock boy looking at another dude in the wrong way, and bingo,
a tougher jock has him pegged as a new victim.
As I tossed the thought around in my head for hours, all I could come up
with for a reason, is that it just had to be some sort of power trip, a
wicked high that turns the bully on and gets them off more so than some
chick with huge boobs.
There was just something about making another dude obey every command,
watching him begin to shiver, and turn all nervous like, listening to him
quiver, watching him bow his head as the tough bully got in his face, a
sure sign to the bully that he had conquered yet another wimp, a sign
also... that it was time ... for the games to begin. First, it would be
the bitch slap, then the spit in the face, followed by the bully wanting
his sneakers kissed, then licked, in time the first blow-job would take
place... and so on.


As time went on, I even began keeping notes of such events, for instance
just a few weeks ago, I heard there was going to be a fight after
classes, in the field behind the school, of course I attended the event
as did half the other boys in school that day.
Wasn't much of a fight though, as Basilio, a new freshman walking side
by side with a small group of his tough Chicano buddies, followed closely
behind Ian, a junior two years older than Basilio. They walked away from
the school to the dense field hidden behind the facade of thick oak
trees. The entire fight lasted less than five minutes, and ended with
Basilio straddling Ian's upper chest, punching the older dude in the
face several times, till Ian started sobbing and submitting to the
tougher yet younger Basilio. A mean grin appeared on Basilio's face as he
spat several times down onto Ian's lips. "Suck that into your mouth,
homie... and swallow it... then tell me you wanna be my bitch, ... maybe
I'll let you up"
I found out a few days later that Basilio was gaining a serious rep
around school for being a mean and sadistic bully, one that was totally
into taking on older and bigger dudes. I guess it was the wicked rush he
got from decking an older school mate, then sitting on their chest,
listening to them plead for him to stop punching them. I also learned
that the name Basilio stood for 'King'  in Spanish.
I thought to myself, here's another case of conquer and control, as the
future bullies arrive one by one, each just a tad younger than the
previous one.


It was less than a week later I caught a glimpse of Basilio and Ian
walking towards the field ... well behind the trees, it was just the two
of them, and a shirtless Basilio had his right hand on his crotch,
leading the way. Just another example of a young straight jock getting
off on his power to humiliate, degrade, and dominate another dude, in
this case the other dude being two years older than him... made me wonder
if the feeling of power and control was twice as strong in this case.


While keeping notes of such bullying, I read stories in the Nifty
Archives, and a passage from one of the stories, caught my eye. It read
"Some boys, like some girls are born cumdumps..they dont know it..but
they are..its their destiny. Their true purpose in life is to wallow in
sperm...to pig out on dick...to serve dudes that are stronger, and more
muscled."
It was like looking in the mirror, I was that cumdump, and now it appears
that my best bud is one as well.


By the time, Donnie had finished fucking Robbie's face for the third
time, Robbie was nothing more than a limp rag doll.
He sat at the foot of his Bow Flex, and clutched his throat with both
hands, while weeping uncontrollably, nearly every muscle and bone in his
body seemed to be shaking, like he had a bad case of the chills.
There were traces of dried cum smeared across his handsome face, yet
rather than go and wash it off, he just sat there staring blankly at the
further wall, while Donnie sat straddling the free weight bench across
from him, grinning from ear to ear. "Tell ya what, fag... I'll hold off
taking your cherry till after our shopping spree tomorrow. When we're
through buying me tons of shit, we'll come back here, and I'll fuck
you're brains out... K? BUT, right now? I have to fuckin piss big time"


I sat on the matt and watched while Donnie stood up, now wearing his
filthy jock once again, he walked over to Robbie, pulled him up by his
hair, and laid him gently down on the Bow Flex.
Donnie then straddled Robbie's chest, resting his jock covered balls on
Robbie's lips and began pissing.
I watched as the piss seeped out of the jock and onto Robbie's lips and
face. This act seemed to have brought Robbie back to earth, as he
struggled once again to throw Donnie off him, but to no avail.
By the time Robbie gave up the fight, his face was drenched in Donnie's
piss, as was his precious Bow Flex and the matts under the Bow Flex.
The scene was totally disgusting, yet so fucking erotic, as Donnie
continued sitting on Robbie's chest, grinning his evil grin, staring
down into the eyes of his school mate. "How do you like being my bitch so
far? Tell ya what... I'm gonna help sooth that sore throat of yours, and
I've got just the medicine for it."
I knew what ever it was that Donnie had in mind, couldn't be good.
He stood up, but remained straddling the shoulders of his newest
conquest.
He then raised his right leg, and pulled it over the bench, so he could
remove his piss soaked jock.
He held it in his hand as he straddled Robbie's chest once again.
Robbie, still weeping uncontrollably, just laid there helplessly beneath
his stronger bud, and watched, not quite sure what his friend had in
mind.
Donnie held the jock in one hand and smiled down into Donnie's eyes.
"Open up, bitch, we need to get you properly trained on cleaning your
mans jock straps"
Donnie finally showing some life began trying to bridge himself, by using
every ounce of strength he had left to throw Donnie off him, but of
course he failed, not even able to raise his chest and abs slightly. His
stronger friend had him pinned solid to the bench.
This caused Donnie to laugh, as he pried Robbies mouth open. "Better keep
it open, bitch, or I'll just get pissed off and find another way to get
inside your mouth, and I don't think you want to piss me off... now do
you? So keep your mouth opened for your MAN, K?"

I began sympathizing with my best bud, just when I thought that Donnie
was giving him a break by not fucking him after nearly choking him to
death several times, he goes and does something much worse.
I sat there with my own jaw wide open, as I watched Donnie place the
pouch of his piss soaked jock inside Robbie's mouth. He then sat back on
Robbie's chest and smiled. "Now you can close your mouth, fag. I want
you to suck that jock clean, I don't wanna see even one fuckin stain on
it when you're finished with it, even if it takes all fucking night...
I'm just gonna sit here and wait, so you may as well get started... by
the way... I have a whole fucking sports bag at home filled with my
filthy jocks... and you my little bitch are going to SUCK every one of em
clean.... as well as my socks... so you see... being my bitch does have
it's privileges after all... huh?"

I could see that this was going to be an all nighter, and asked
permission to leave. "Hey Donnie, it's getting late, mind if I leave, I
have a test tomorrow in second period, and need to clean some cob webs
outta my head, before going to sleep"
Donnie just gave me a smirk. "Fuck no, call your rents, tell em you're
staying here tonight. The only thing you'll be cleaning tonight is this
piss on the matts, but leave the piss on the Bow Flex for my bitch to
clean. When you're done licking up my piss from the matts, you can lick
my fucking feet clean.... that is after you suck the piss outta my
pubes."

to be cont.