Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 01:27:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 15

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! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive
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Thank you,
  Chaz

Recap of last paragraphs of pt. 14:

I made my way over to Kyle's side of the bed and looked down into his
eyes. "You wanna kiss my cock-head good night, dontcha?"
I smiled down and blinked my eyes once.
Kyle rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. "Seriously dude, you do
have a major fucking problem, I mean other than being a queer pussy, now
get down there and give my piss-slit a nice sweet wet kiss"

The next morning, I was the first to awake, a lot more tired than I'd
ever been on a school day.
I looked over to the bed on my way to the bathroom and chuckled at the
sight of my cousins arm flung over Kyle's chest, and his face cuddled
ever so close into Kyle's neck.
I continued to chuckle even while in the shower, as I thought to myself,
`nice day for a mean fucking beating, or should I say outing?
To be continued:

"Boys, Buds and Bullies" Pt. 15
After years of being bullied by my best bud, and the last couple of
months of being used as a cum dump, I obviously was no longer the sweet
and shy little boy from the strict Amish community that I was born in.
I have now sucked and worshiped the private parts of four different dudes
my age,and have many loads of their jock-boy cum settling in my belly.
I'm ashamed to admit this of course, but not nearly as ashamed as I am
at actually allowing it to happen.
However, I must also admit that I am less ashamed with each passing day.
I've gone from feeling totally disgusted at the very thought of having
some kids dick touching my lips, to craving for it, In as little as 6
weeks.
What's worse is that my once pure and innocent mind has now turned
trashy and evil as well, as I stand under the shower wishing I could be
there to witness the beating and abuse that my cousin Anthony will surely
receive from not only his bud, Hammer-Boy, but his other friends as well.
Such cruel and evil thoughts had never entered my mind before my best bud
spent precious time teaching me exactly what it was... that I was placed
here on earth to do.
He and others have now thoroughly and literally pounded it into my head,
that my duties here on earth are for ONE reason and one reason only, to
worship and serve without question in every way possible... to the NEEDS
of alpha-jocks such as him self, jocks that are by far more superior than
me in every way.
After my romp with Hammer-boy, there was no longer a doubt in my mind
that Robbie was right all along, it's my job to service and please all
jock-boys, no longer was I in denial of my position in life.
I now look forward to doing my job to the best of my ability, like it or
not.
My future now consists of draining the cum from all alpha males that feel
the need for my services, that feel the need to prove their superiority,
by domination, and control over inferior dudes.

As I dried myself and entered back into my bedroom, Hammer-Boy had my
cousin up against the wall with his hand tightly gripping Anthony's
throat, yelling at him.
"I'm just telling you, dude, don't ever touch me like that again, or I
really will beat your fucking head in, I don't give a shit how fucking
strong you THINK you are... ya hear me?"
Anthony tried speaking but only gurgles came out.
Kyle went on with his verbal attack before releasing my cousin from the
choke hold. "I've been wondering if the rumors flying around the school
recently... were true, and now you've proven that they are. You're a
fucking faggot, just like your cousin here, only difference is... he at
least doesn't spend time lieing and denying it... definitely not the
coward that you are. But now it's out dude, and soon YOU'LL be OUT as
well. Still can't fucking believe it, I wake up with you kissing the
back of my fucking neck, and your arm over my chest with your fingers
playing with my nipple. You so fucking disgust me, I should beat your
fucking face in... right here... right now, you fucking queer"
After a few more seconds of touching Anthony's nose with his own, and
spitting out angry words, Kyle backed off, still glaring at Anthony.
I'll tell you right now, that the sight was hot, two well muscled teens
at a stand off. Both wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs, with every
muscle in their bodies flexed to the max, glaring angrily into each
others eyes.
I so expected my cousin to dive at his bud, after being called a queer,
and threatened with a major beating, but he stood with his back against
the wall, obviously shaken by his buds threats, as he tried defending his
dignity. "I'm not a queer, I swear, I must have been having a dream
that I was sleeping with Angie... or something"
Kyle only snickered. "Well the `or something' part is right, and that
something is my COCK, fucking faggot, you were dreaming of my fucking hot
cock CHOKING YOU, ain't that right, queer boy?"
My cousins face became bright red, yet he refrained from attacking his
accuser, and continued to deny being gay.
Hammer-Boy decided to give my cousin a little test, just to show his bud
Anthony that his precious secret was finally out.
I stood watching, with the towel still wrapped around my waist, too
excited from the scene taking place, to get dressed.
Kyle moved in closer to his bud, grabbed my cousins right hand, and as I
watched closely, Kyle placed my cousins hand on his crotch, and while
holding Anthony's hand tightly, Kyle began moving his buds hand up and
down the out line of Kyle's flaccid dick.
To say that my cousin flunked the test would be an understatement.
His own dick quickly tented his boxer briefs.
As the friction of my cousins hand jolted Kyles cock back to life, as
Anthony got to feel his buds thick, nine plus inches, his head flung back
against the wall, his eyes slowly closed, and his jaw dropped open, with
slightly audible moans escaping his mouth.
Hammer-Boy gave his bud a huge smirk. "I knew you were lieing, faggot,
now get dressed, we're gonna stop at Trevers house on the way to school,
I'm sure he'd be more than happy to serve you breakfast. But as far as
you blowing me? Let's just say it won't be happening anytime soon,
fuckin homo"
Before leaving my house, Hammer-boy pulled me aside and whispered in my
ear. "Don't forget, fag, I'm gonna be making house calls here on a
regular basis, just you and me, and if anyone ever finds out that I'm
letting you SUCK my cock, I`ll fuckin do a number on you that you`ll
never forget. I'm happy that you turned out to be a great little
cock-sucker, but I love watching you, hearing you, and FEELING you
choking on my cock even more."
I admit that at this point I was both excited and worried, I never liked
Hammer-boy, nor trusted him, but this new submissive me, began craving
for his domination, not to mention all that went with it, I loved hearing
his verbal abuse, it made me feel so weak and worthless listening to it.
However, the beating and choking threats sent chills down my spine, his
brutal ways frightened me more than excited me, yet the combination of
the two feelings flowing through my mind, built up this tremendous desire
within me... do be his private, submissive, bitch.
To be the only gay dude alive to admire his body and awesome dick up
close and personal, would not only be an honor, but a true fantasy that
many gay dudes in his lifetime will only be able to wish for.
Before turning to leave, he again whispered a few words while gritting
his teeth. "If you know what's good for you, you'd better learn real
quick to ALWAYS... obey me and NEVER... piss me off... EVER! ... You hear?"
I guess it was out of tense fear, that rather than speak, I simply
blinked once.

.....................................................................................
I was a little late at arriving at Robbies house. His mom hadn't even
left for work yet. "G'morning Mrs. Blackburn... I'm here to wake
Robbie, did he sleep down stairs last night?" "Oooohhh Good morning
Abe, yes he did, along with his friend Donnie... but I think they are
awake already, I think I heard them rough housing it a little while ago.
Would you do me a favor? Would you let Robbie know that I'll be home
late tonight, his father and I are going out to catch a movie and dinner
after work, and I'm afraid spending time with his parents at the movies
has become more of a dreadful chore than a treat these days. So I see no
need to invite him. Have a good day at school sweat heart, and don't you
all spend too much time horsing around, else you'll all be late for
school"
As I headed towards the basement, I heard the door shut as she left. I
knew that Mr. Blackburn had left at least an hour ago, only because that
had been the routine here for as far back as I could remember, Robbie's
rents always left for work exactly an hour apart, with him being the
first.

I raced down the stairs, and found Donnie at the bottom of the steps
glaring up at me, I figure he heard the door to the basement open and
assumed it must be me.
I felt myself begin to tremble as Donnies face and voice showed his
anger. "What the fuck, bitch? Where the hell you been? My queer friend
here is HUNGRY, and needs a second helping of his new high protein
breakfast, and he's been waiting so patiently for it"
I then looked down at a knealing Robbie, his face coated with Donnie's
spit, his tight abs all red I could only assume from being the target of
Donnie's powerful fists, his face also showed some red probably from
some wicked hard slaps. Donnie looked over at his bud and continued.
"I'm telling it like it is, aren't I? You just can't wait to SUCK my
CUM right outta my COCK a second time this morning, can you?"
Robbie, didn't look up at us, he just hung his head slightly, and
refused to answer.
Donnie simply smiled at me. "My new bitch is still a little shy, when
someone else is in the room with us, but he'll come around" I watched
as Donnie walked over to Robbie and bitched slapped his kneeling bud in
the face several times, with each slap landing a little louder, a little
harder, and stinging a little longer than the last, he then grabbed a
fistful of my buds hair, and yanked his friends head up, pushing it
backwards as far as it would go, till Robbie's eyes looked straight up
and into his buds. Donnie then grinned down at his friend. "True...
isn`t it, FAGGOT?"

Not sure what it was exactly that I was feeling at the moment, I guess
part of me wanted to run to my best bud and hug him tightly.
Yet, another part of me, wanted him to feel the humiliation his so evil
mind had forced me to feel over and over again.
Another feeling I had... was me being turned on while watching one teenage
power jock prove his superiority over another teenage power jock.
Still not totally sure that Donnie could actually beat Robbie in a fight,
it was more like Robbie had some sort of obsession with Donnie's thick
nine plus inches, and this obsession acted more like kryptonite to
Superman, literally draining Robbies strength and better senses from his
body and mind.

Donnie took a position standing over a kneeling Robbie, as Robbie
continued bowing his head while wearing only what appeared to be his
friend Donnie`s filthy jock.
Where as a totally nude Donnie with his legs spread wide, stood there
straddling his buds bowed head, his huge balls resting right on top of
Robbie's blond hair, with his huge hard cock standing straight up, and
leaking cock drool down into Robbie's hair.
It was the hottest fucking scene, of one dudes power over another, that I
had ever witnessed, and Donnie's rock hard body, with all his muscles
flexed at the same time, including the muscles in his tight bubble but
which showed off deep dimples, left no doubt in my mind that he for sure
was the new BOSS at school.
Turning his head towards me, Donnie snapped at me. "Get the video cam,
you fucking cumbreath, why do you think you're here? I want a video of
the schools favorite jock giving his bud a fucking blow-job, and hand me
that condom there on the stand while you're at it."
Of course I did as told, not wanting to feel once again the fury of
Donnie's angry fists.
Although I had no clue as to why the hell he needed a condom, I handed it
to him as ordered.
Then I watched in amazement as he made Robbie reach up and with his own
hands, place the condom over Donnie's thick mean dick.
I continued watching and wondering what the hell, as Robbie fought to
stretch the tuff vinal ribbed condom over his buds steel hard dick, till
the cock was completely covered with a wicked tight glove, so tight that
even the ridge at the bottom of his cock-head was sticking out obscenely,
giving the now shiny cock more of an erotic appearance than it had
before, some how making the cock appear more dominating, meaner, and evil
than it had several minutes ago.

I was even more amazed at the sight of Robbie's glazed eyes, as they
seemed to bulge out of their sockets at the wicked hot sight of his buds
cock all shiny and certainly appearing more dominating than ever, the
thick angry head pointing directly at Robbie's face, less than an inch
away.
I asked Donnie if he wanted me to get a cloth and wipe the spit from
Robbie's face so the video would be more clearer.
Donnie without looking over at me, gave his kneeling bud a smirk.
"Naahhh, I happen to like the look, we'll keep it there while my new
bitch SUCKS me off"
Then, as though reading my mind Donnie exclaimed the reason for the
condom. "I suppose you both are wondering why the condom? Well I won't
keep your queer minds in suspense any longer. I told you the other day, I
want my little bitch, the schools favorite jock-boy? ... to walk into
school from now on... with my CUM oozing from his lips, with me walking
right beside him ... with a huge grin on my face. So that everyone clearly
understands from here on... who's the bitch and who's the toughest jock
ever. Before we get out of the car at school, I'm gonna take the condom
and empty it into jock-boys mouth, leaving a little covering his lips and
oozing it's way down his chin"
Finally, as though struck by a bolt of lightening, Robbie jerks his head
straight up, looking directly into Donnie's eyes, he shakes his head and
shares his unwillingness for the first time since his bud turned him into
a little bitch. "No fucking way, dude... NO FUCKING WAY... I swear
I'll...."
Donnie cut his buds words short by rubbing his thick tool on both sides
and all over Robbie's face, then sticking the bulbous head between
Robbies lips. "Now, now, no sense in you getting all tough and bold NOW,
your secret is already out, bud, You SUCKED my cock half a dozen times
during the night, and once this morning all ready... you ate my warm
creamy cum each time, you now have my babies swimming around in your
queer little belly... I FUCKED your faggot mouth over and over, you even
fucking ate a ton of my spit this morning, and NOW you fucking little
queer... you're gonna SUCK my dick again and do as I say... why? ...
because I have the pictures to proove what a fucking faggot you really
are, hell ya my little cum-dump, I have all the evidense I need to proove
to the world that the school hero is now Donnie Colello's little cock
sucking, cum eating bitch... and if you don't do as I say from here on,
I'll put you to your knees in front of the entire wrestling team and
have you lick my fucking sweaty balls, maybe even have you give my entire
body a nice long tongue bath right in the fucking locker room...how's
that sound, fuckface?"

Donnie pulled his thick knob from Robbie's mouth, wanting a vebal
response from his new cunt. "So my little bitch, whatta ya have to say
now?"
Robbie, knelt there and began to sob, which brought a huge grin to
Donnie's face. "answer me FAGGOT... or I swear... I'll fuck your mouth
right after practice tomorrow... right inside the fucking locker room
shower... in front of every dude on the team... you gonna do EVERY fucking
thing I say from this day on? ... You gonna be my fucking little slave
cunt?... and obey this more superior jocks every command?"
A still sobbing Robbie nodded his head, but the new boss of the school
wanted to hear it being said. "Say it, BITCH... tell me what I wanna
hear... tell me how much you fucking love the feel of my cock pumping
wildly inside your queer mouth... tell me how much you wanna be my fucking
BITCH... say it... say it... SAY IT!"
Each time Donnie repeated `say it' he roughly slapped the side of
Robbie's face with his condom covered cock.

I felt my own dick begin to tent my jeans, then hearing Robbies voice
submit to the new boss of our school had me exploding without even
touching myself.
Robbie, placed his palms on Donnie`s muscular thighs, and began slowly
and softly run the hands up and down Donnie`s flexed leg muscles. "Ok...
I fucking admit it... I don't know why... but for some fucked up reason ...
I like checking out your cock... but I'm NOT a queer, I swear it... and
because you have me on video giving you a blow-job and shit, I'll do
your bidding, I'll fucking do whatever you want" Robbie hung his head
before continuing. "I'll even be your little cock sucking bitch... but
please Donnie... please, I beg you... please don't ever make me blow you
in front of anyone at school... I'll do anything and everything you say...
just please don't ever humiliate me in front of our team mates or anyone
else at school...please, Donnie, it`s bad enough that you allow this
fucking little faggot to watch... as I blow you"
Donnie had a sadistic grin clear across his face while listening to his
friend beg, and plead, and beg some more.
"You have anything else to add to that, cumbreath?"
Robbie, began his verbal speech word for word, bringing a larger sadistic
grin to Donnie's face, as the power that raged through his body and mind
began to settle within his brain. Who was to say what his wild
imagination would come up with over time, as he listened to his
submissive friend beg him.
"Please Donnie, Please fuck my mouth, and please make me eat your cum
right out of that condom... before going inside the school today...
please?"
Donnie gave a huge smirk. "Damn dude, you are so fucking pathetic, but
ya know what? I like this new you. I think we're goanna have a lot of
good times together, way better times than before. I especially like the
idea of you taking me on a shopping spree today, and then starting next
Saturday... every fucking weekend. Best part is, I bet you have enough
money set aside to cover my college tuition, that is... if for some fucked
up reason I don't get that scholarship YOU were pushing for... with me as
the new super jock... it wouldn't look right for you to do better than me
on the mats... now would it? Guess I`ll have to be here every night
working-out on my new Bow-Flex... so I can move right into your weight
class... while you quit working out and just sit at my feet watching me
work my body... drooling like some pathetic cunt... as I pump and work my
muscles... huh? Now SUCK me off, queer boy, so we can get ready for
school"
Donnie then turned to me and pointed his finger. "As for you, bitch...
you make this the very best video clip ever... you hear me?" "Yes sir,
I'll do my best, you'll be pleased... I promise" Donnie just nodded his
head. "I better be pleased... by the way... I know you're craving for
some of this... you give me a good video... I'll take care of you later,
hear?"
I simply nodded my head, I'd rather do Robbie, but I have to admit that
Donnie's dominating personality and wicked hot body did have me shoot a
huge load without me even touching myself, and taking in the sight and
sounds in front of me had more than just my dick drooling, I more than
once had to wipe the drool from my chin... literally.

My new lifestyle, along with my new submissive personality, made me feel
especialy privileged to be the only person at school, to witness one
alpha jock totally take over the mind and body of another alpha jock.
Taking totally 100% control over his friends mind, body and finances,
Donny of course left me wondering just how long I would enjoy this
special privilege, of remaining the only witness.

I focused the video camera on Robbie's face as Donnie's hot power tool
inched it's way inside Robbie's mouth.
To my surprise, after having his buds thick cock fuck his mouth and
throat at least six times by now, Robbie still could not adjust his
throat muscles to refrain himself from gagging and choking.
With still a couple of inches to go yet, a grinning Donnie was obviously
enjoying the choking sensation, the tight walls of Robbies throat, and
the painful, pitiful grimace appearing on the jock face of his bud.
As that sadistic grin slowly widened on Donnie's face, it became clearly
obvious that the power and control that he now had over his friend was
allowing Donnie emence pleasure, as he purposefully continued to SLOWLY
push his thick cock forward, obviously enjoying every second of his buds
misery. "ooooh fuck yeeaah, fucking Robbie Blackburn on his knees,
choking on my cock, allowing me to live out one of my hottest fantazies
since fucking seventh grade. Wanna know what my number one fantasy has
been since seventh grade, cunt-lips? It has to be obvious to you by now,
but I'll tell you anyway.
My number one hottest fantasy since seventh fuckin grade is pinning
Robbie Blackburn to the wrestling matt, his body TREMBLING mercilessly
beneath me, as I lay on top, FUCKING his brains out.
Let me just say this my little dick-lover? My days of waiting are over,
tonight after we return from my shopping spree, I get to live out my
number one hottest fantasy, gonna turn that tight ass of yours into
Donnie Colello's favorite cunt. But for now, let's take it one inch at
a time, K? oooohhh yeeaah... keep up with the fucking choking, bitch"

By the time Robbie had Donnie's entire cock embedded in his mouth and
throat, his pitiful face with his jock cheeks puffed out, his lips
stretched to the max, and his clenched fists pounding Donnies legs of
steel, Robbie had tears flowing down his handsome boyish face.
His swollen eyes bugging out and pleading up at the solid, well muscled
jock-boy standing over him, thick thighs spread wide, wearing a wicked
huge grin, and holding Robbie's head in place very tightly, as it got
pummeled over and over again, by a tough, jock-boys thick nine inch cock.
Donnie remained grinning down at his newest conquest, obiously very prowd
of himself as he barked at me. "You getting this awesome shot,
piss-breath. Look at his face, get his fucking trembling body on film
too. The little bitch is begging me with his eyes, the cunt is so afraid
that his much superior alpha bud, is gonna choke him to death. My fucking
submissive bitch, is promising me the whole world with his eyes, if only
I allow him a moment to breathe normally"

Donnie laughed out loud as he pulled completely out of his buds mouth,
allowing Robbie a few seconds to breathe. "You owe me big time for this,
you know that, right? But I have no fear that you won't pay-up. You'll
be more than happy to share ALL your CASH with your MAN, 50/50 from now
on, won't you, BITCH?"
A totally submissive Robbie kneeling there clutching his obviously sore
throat with both hands, nodded his agreement, just as Donnie power
slammed his condom covered cock back home all the way and held there once
again, while Robbie's upper lip and nose were being pressed tightly into
Donnie's dark and thick curly bush, by the strong hands on the back of
his head.

After teasing my bud over and over again by burying his entire thick rod
all the way and leaving it there for a few moments each time, Donnie
decided it was getting late and they needed to get to school, he
therefore brought his smothering game to an end and began mercilessly
fucking his buds mouth hard and furious.
Like a fucking jack rabbit, Donnie was fucking Robbie's mouth, fast,
hard, and mercilessly.
My eyes froze to the scene in front of me, as Donnie continued to thrust
his cock in and out while gripping his buds hair with two tightly closed
fists.
Robbie's eyes became huge as they gazed up into his buds grinning face,
as they pleaded desperately for some relief, while at the same time
pounding Donnie's legs with all the strength he had remaining.
I even focused on Donnie's wicked tight ass as it flexed it's muscles
with each mighty thrust.

I knew that Robbie's torture was nearly over when Donnie flung his head
back and growled like a wounded lion.
He then gave his powerful hips one last thrust and held.
I got close enough to film the two facial expressions, one in total
bliss, and wicked pride, grinning down at his former bud, the other in
total distress, and wicked agony, with eyes looking up pleadingly,
silently begging for air.
The gagging sounds coming from my bud, as his body shook and trembled
from the powerful force of his friends merciless throat fucking, had me
both feeling pity and rubbing my swollen package at the same time.
I figured good thing Donnie was wearing a condom, otherwise his heavy
load of creamy alpha cum all by itself would have choked my bud to death.

Like a mesmerized child, I stood watching with my mouth agap, as Donnie
withdrew his still hard member from Robbie's mouth, and slowly peeled
off the tight shiny condom, careful not to spill even a single drop of
the abundant thick creamy cum.
He then tied the loose end into a tight knot, and while holding the
condom up to the light, he smiled. "Nice sweet fucking load... if I must
say so myself"
He was right of course, the used condom was nearly one quarter full.
Like a triumphant Roman gladiator, standing over, and straddling his
tough rival, Donnie looked down and gave his bud a sadistic grin. "Clean
me... yeeeaaah... use your fucking tougne and clean my dick... the love of
your life, real good... fucking homo."
I shook my head a couple of times as my long time bud, and idol, the
perfect picture of a beaten warrior knelt there... still clutching his
throat from the beating it took, tilted his head and with watery eyes,
looked up and took in the powerful sight of his friends well chiseled
body and the thick nine inches that bullied it's way down his sore
throat.
I again wondered if he would ever learn to adjust his throat so that
Donnie's thick nine inches wouldn't be such a burden.
Hesitating for only a few seconds, he inched his way, till the `love of
his life' as Donny put it, was pressed to his lips once again.
My heart sunk as the willing bitch to his obviously tougher bud, took the
large mushroom shaped cock-head into his opened mouth... and began sucking
it clean. Swallowing the left over residue of warm jock-cum as if it were
the sweetest tasting thing that ever went down his mighty sore throat.
Donnie drove around the school parking lot a few times till he found a
parking space.
Unlike some school parking lots, our high school had precious few spaces
available to the students, you needed to arrive wicked early if you drove
to school, otherwise you'd be parking somewhere outside the lot,
possibly blocks away.
After placing the gear into park and cutting off the ignition, Donnie
looked around and smirked at no one in particular. "remind me to spray
my name in a space closer to the building, no need for the new king of
the school to have to walk way the hell over there"

With an expressionless face, as though this was something he did every
day, Donnie pulled the condom out of the sandwich baggie, and undid the
knot.
He then turned to face his tough little bitch, and with a mischievous
grin, he held the condom up to Donnie's frightened face. "time for your
new daily snack, we'll just call it the before school snack... cool, huh?
A snack I know you'll be looking forward too... every fucking day...
COCK.....SUCKER"
Donnie just had to emphasize his buds newest duty, making it sound even
worse than it actually is. "Now do your MAN a favor and open those
little pussy lips for me. Since we have an over abundance of cum, I'll
even let you eat some, before spreading it around your... COCK .....
SUCKING .... mouth. Now open wide, and stick out that over worked tongue
of yours, pussyboy"
Robbie tried once again to talk his bud out of humiliating him in front
of others. "Come-on, dude, why you doing this shit to me? Isn't it
enough that I give you blow-jobs when ever you want? Do you have to bring
this shit to school too? Seriously, man... you fucking PROMISED you
wouldn't humiliate me at school."
Even the sound of Robbie's cracking voice wasn't enough to deter
Super-Boy Donnie, from accomplishing his goal.
"First off, you fucking moron... I never promised shit. Secondly, why
would you be humiliated? There's no one watching you eat my fucking
cum... well... except for your queer friend in the back seat, and he sure
as hell isn't gonna tell anyone, now IS he?"
Donnie then reached over and grabbed a tight fistful of Robbie's thick
blond hair, and with a nasty scowl covering his face, he continued his
count. "Thirdly, you're my fucking little BE-ATCH, you do what the fuck
ever I tell you to do, you hear me... WHAT-EVER, and where-ever! Fourthly,
you just consider your self fucking lucky I don't make you blow half the
fuckin wrestling team. You HEARING me NOW... My little fucking COCK...
SUCKERRRR?"

I felt for my friend, he went from the schools toughest, to this
frightened little kid in less than twenty four hours.
With the wicked tough and loud mean voice of his now former friend, and
the cute boyish yet extremely angry face staring him in the eyes,
Robbie's own frightened eyes pleaded with Donnie once again. "Ok man, I
hear ya... I don't wanna fight you... just go easy on me while at school...
will ya"
To say that Donnie, loved the power, control, and dominance he now held
over the former top jock of the school, would be an understatement. His
face glowed, his chest and his guns flexed, even his legs thickened as he
sat there next to his quivering new bitch, but what really caught my eye
was the new tent protruding from his jeans.
It was as though you could literally see the feeling of power flow
through his awesome body. "You're so fucking pathetic that you make me
sick.... but still.... we're gonna be having a shit load of fun from now
on, you and me and the queer-fuck in the back seat. Now open up and
enjoy, before I pull you out of the car and beat the fuck out of you in
front of every one."
I could have sworn that the tent in Donnie's faded jeans had grown even
as he spoke, at just the very thought of Donnie Colello beating the shit
out of Robbie Blackburn, and totally humiliating him in front of half the
fucking school.

Robbie ate most of Donnie's spent cum, as his former bud watched on with
a wicked grin.
Donnie then grabbed the condom out of Robbie's hands and while leaning
in closer to his newest conquest, he began oozing the remaining fluid out
of the used condom and onto Robbie's lips and chin, before turning to
me, and handing me the disgusting, slimy, rubber.
Then with a wicked evil grin he instructed me. "Turn it inside out, suck
it clean, then I'll allow you to put it on and wear it all through
school today... just cause I like ya."
I held the dirty used condom between two finger tips, and stared at it in
shock, while slowly shaking my head. "Aaaahh... no thanks... think I'll
pass... but seriously... thanks anyway"
Donnie actually fucking laughed out loud, something he rarely does, at
least in front of me. "You fucking crack me up... that wasn't a simple
little request, you fucking little faggot... it was an order, now you've
got exactly two minutes to do as I demanded... and you don't even want to
know what's gonna happen if you disobey, fucking piss-breath... now...
suck the insides clean, then put it on your pitiful little prick and wear
it all during school... you got it?"
Needless to say, I obviously turned the disgusting used condom inside
out, placed the bottom inside my mouth first, and began sucking Donnie's
cum slime off it, I continued till I had cleaned the entire slop covered
inside-out condom.
I then without much of a struggle placed the larger than life rubber over
my own dick, just as Donnie yelled. "Times up, faggot... let me see,
before you button up. Yeeeaahh, fucking Sweeeeet, I'm gonna check on you
today, without warning, and if you don't have it on... Oooohhh well... who
knows what punishment my evil mind will come up with. Now let's all head
into school, shall we?"

Because Donnie's thick creamy cum had more than enough time to lose
it's thick texture, it appeared on Robbie's lips and chin as just some
clear drool.
This pissed Donnie off big time, as though it was all Robbie's fault.
"Fuck, Man... you can't even tell that it's fucking jizz on you lips...
what the fuck? Tomorrow we're gonna wait till we are here in the fucking
parking lot... then your going to give me one fucking awesome blow-job,
everyone will fucking KNOW that it's cum dripping down from your sweet
lips, bitch... I swear ... we're gonna make up for today, asshole... I
fucking promise you."

To say that Robbie did not attract ANY curious onlookers would be wrong.
There were at least half a dozen stares as we walked into the school,
which brought a tiny grin back to angry Donnie, and the grin even lasted
all of two minutes.
But then the grin quickly disappeared as Carter Swenson, approached us
and whispered to Robbie, loud enough for me and Donnie o hear. "Dude?
Sorry to have to be the one to tell you... but you're sortta drooling"
Carter then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pack of
tissue, handing the full pack to Robbie. "I carry these around school
with me, in case of an accident... if ya know what I mean" Just then Tara
Mansfield walked by rubbing one of her giant boobs against Carter's left
arm, forcing him to grab the pack of tissues from Robbie. "Times just
like these, dude" he yelled over his shoulder as he ran off to catch up
with Tara.
Carter was one of Robbie's better buds as well as a team mate on both
the wrestling and football teams.
Donnie, was fucking furious to say the least. "Drool? drool? ... See? ....
I fucking told you... just wait till tomorrow... fucking tomorrow will be
different... waaaay fucking different"

For me, school was no different than any other day, except for the damn
condom wouldn't stay on my dick.
And totally afraid that asshole Donnie would at any time between classes
pull me into one of the bathrooms and perform a check, I had to beat him
to the punch and between each class I ran to the closest lav and pulled
the fucker back up again.
I have to confess though, that after several classes, I actually found
myself being turned on to the fact that I was actually wearing something
that was attached to Super-Boy Donnie's cock.

The only thing that was out of the norm, was when it was time for Donnie,
Robbie and me to meet all together in the third floor bathroom, as
ordered by Donnie the night before.
It was right after second period, and there we were, all three of us
pretending to piss, waiting for whoever was in one of the stalls to
leave.
When the dude, finally did leave, Donnie grabbed a fistful of Robbie's
hair and walked him into a stall, yelling at me to not allow anyone into
the bathroom till he was done.
That's when it dawned on me why I needed to be present for this quickie
as Donnie referred to it.
It was only a matter of maybe two minutes before I heard the choking and
gagging, along with what sounded like a basketball being bounced off the
door of the stall.
Suddenly the third period bell went off, and I thought damn good thing
third period for me and Donnie is a study period, so no biggy that we
were going to be late.
But it sure sucks to be Robbie.
The louder the gagging and choking became and the more rapid the bouncing
on the wall became, the more I thought, yep, it sure sucks to be Robbie,
right now.
Fortunately, no one even attempted to enter the bathroom, damn lucky for
me, because I had absolutely no fucking clue what to say to keep them
from entering.
I mean seriously, what the fuck could I say? `aaahhh excuse me... but you
can't come in here, my bud is getting his throat fucked hard by an old
friend of his'
Yeah right, like that would keep them out.
The whole thing lasted maybe five minutes, probably the fastest blow-job
Donny or should I say Mr. Superiority ever had.
Donnie left the stall with a huge wicked grin plastered on his face while
buttoning his jeans. "Fuck, man... I get so fucking horny this time of
the day... every fucking day... same time, never fails. Wicked fucking
sweet that I now have me a faggot bitch to get me off... how fucking sweet
does it get? I ask you, man... how fucking sweet does it get?"
I remained at my position guarding the door, not sure if Donnie was
expecting an answer from me or not, I remained silent.
Donnie, stood at the mirror, still smiling, brushing his hair with his
hands. Then he turned to me and headed for the door, cupping his balls
with his right hand, he winked at me on his way out. " I feel like the
fucking king of this school right now, I really fucking do... by the way...
you may wanna check on your bud in there... I think I fucked his lights
out, not sure if my fucking huge cock put him out...or if it was his head
banging against the fucking wall... or whatever... but don't you worry... I
wouldn't hurt him too bad... not on the day of my shopping spree... that
is"

Donnie left the bathroom laughing his ass off, repeating to himself. "I
fucked his lights out... fucking eh, man... fucking knocked him out with
just my cock, un...fuckin believable"
I ran to the stall, and leaning there with his back up against the wall
and still on his knees, was a totally dazed Robbie, clutching his throat
with both hands, eyes only half open, and breathing rapidly.
I first checked to see if the back of his head was ok, seeing no blood, I
ran my hand over the top of his head, one small bump seemed to be the
total damage, well except for a wicked sore throat.
His voice seemed to be ragged as though he was losing it. "what the ...
fuck ... you doing... get me.... some water... faggot"
I shook my head as I walked to the water cooler and angrily grabbed a
paper cup and filled it with water. What an asshole, I thought to myself,
I should have just left his ass there.

After Robbie finished drinking the water his voice sounded a wee bit
better, but still far from normal. "I hate that fuck... I really do... I
fucking hate him more ... with every passing minute"
I looked down at my bud and shook my head. "If you really do hate him,
why do you let him get away with this shit... I'm sure you could easily
take him if you gave it your best. So fight the fuck, I mean you'll
never know whether you can beat him or not till you try... right? But at
least you tried... even if you lose...you won't be any worse off than you
are now...ya know?"
Robbie just sat there in deep thought, then spoke to me like he used to,
before the fishing trip. Leading me to believe he was worse off than I
thought. "I can't take him, dude, he's fucking strong as a bull, plus
he grew up on the streets with his brothers... he can fight better than
anyone I ever met. I was able to bluff him all these years... making him
believe I could kick his ass... but deep inside I knew if he ever called
my bluff, he'd end up beating the fuck outta me... now the bluffing is
over... and he knows it."

Suddenly I wanted to cry, these words were coming from my idol, my hero,
my best bud in the whole fucking world, and I couldn't think of anything
to say that would fix things.
Still, I needed to know why he wouldn't at least fight the son of a
bitch each time he was placed on his knees, why he wouldn't at least
try, why he would just sink to his knees each time Donnie ordered him to
do so.
"I still don't get it... why do you let him use you like that... I mean
he makes you do stuff... stuff that you make me do all the time... but at
least I have a reason for submitting... you made me realize that I
actually like it..." Then I just had to ask. "Robbie... do you like it
too? I mean don't feel ashamed if you do... cause you know that I .....
out of every one you know ..... would so fucking understand... I just...."
Robbie cut me off before I could continue. "Nooooo ... faggot, I don't
like being his bitch.... I love fucking a girls twat as often as I can....
But whenever I see Donnie's .... never mind....help me up.... I'm wicked
fucking late for class"

Not only did I have Donnie in three of my classes, but I also ran into
him quite a bit between classes, and throughout the entire day, that
dude's smile never left his face.
He felt as though he was on top of the world... and in a way, I guess he
was.
He was most definitely the top jock of the school now, but that was only
a small part of this incredible feeling rushing through his body.
The total control, and power he now had over the former top jock, is what
truly gave him this new feeling of superiority and dominance.
Just knowing his new power could force Robbie Blackburn into one of the
school bathrooms at anytime during school hours, and have the former top
jock blow him, right there on fucking school property, was more than
Donnie could handle.
He so needed to share this, his ego would never allow him to keep such a
so wicked cool secret, all to himself.

Fucking Donnie, still had that stupid smile on his face all the way to
the mall.
It appeared that the Mall was quiet, because parking close to the main
entrance was waaaay too easy.
As we started walking towards the entrance, Donnie jumped up on Robbie's
back, wrapping his legs around Robbie's waist. "Why the fuck should I
walk anywhere, I've got me a jock bitch to carry me from now on... ain't
that right, BITCH?"
Robbie's face turned beet red, as two chicks from our school walked past
us, just as those words left Donnie's mouth. "Cool it, dude, those two
girls heard what you said... fuck, man... I'm asking you nicely, not to do
shit in front of peeps from school."
Donnie leaned his face in closer to Robbie's ear. "beg me, fucking
faggot... beg me not to humiliate you in front of anyone."
Donnie then tightened his thighs, squeezing Robbie's waist to the point
where it hurt, causing Robbie to let out a yell. "Aaaaaahhh fuck....
Oooowwwww .... That fucking hurts, man.... Ooooowwww .... Aaaahhhh fuck,
pleeeaaase."

The look on Donnie's face was totally expressionless, as though he
wasn't even straining in the least. "That's a good beginning, dude...
but you've gotta beg a little bit better than that. Beg, like you
really... REALLY mean it."
Donnie tightened his leg lock a little more, and the yelps from Robbie
became much louder. `OOOOOOOHHHH FUUUCCK, OOOOWWWW .... PLEASE... PLEASE
aaaahhhh shit, please dude, tell me what you want me to say.... Oooohhh
fuck, that fucking hurts, man. Please just tell me what you want me to
say."
I was so surprised that Donnie's face was still expressionless, no sign
whatsoever that he was even using half his strength.
Yet it was obvious that he was using enough power to really cause some
major pain to Robbie's abs. so much pain that Robbie could no longer
walk while carrying his former bud. He stopped just a few steps away from
the entrance door. Bending over slightly, his face showing the pain.
As the smile returned to Donnie's face, he leaned into Robbie's ear
once again. "cool, just repeat after me, and I'll ease up a bit. `I
Robbie Blackburn... will remain Donnie Colello's cock-sucking bitch for
life. I will do whatever you say without argument, and you can use me
however you want, and say whatever you want... regardless who may hear
it."

I stood there not really believing what I was seeing, nor hearing what I
was hearing.
Robbie, began repeating word for word Donnie's command.
"I Robbie Blackburn will remain Donnie Colello's cock-sucking bitch for
life. I will do whatever you say without argument, and you can use me
however you want, and say whatever you want... regardless who may hear
it."
Donnie relaxed his leg grip, and slid off Robbie's back, then placing an
arm around Robbie's shoulder he smiled broadly. "Awesome, cock-sucker,
but I must say.... You are becoming quite the little wimp these days,
aren't you... I was hardly using any muscle at all. And you were
practically crying just like the little girly-boy that you are. I'm
gonna spend one more night at your house, and tonight I'm gonna fuck
your brains out... sound like fun? Cause it sure sounds like fun to me,
gonna give you a real pussy before the nights over, trust me. Now before
we go inside, tell me that I fucking OWN you"

I couldn't take any more and stupidly yelled out to Robbie, "Noooo
Robbie... don't say that... tell him you take back everything you just
said a moment ago... tell him you're going to kick his ass right
here...right now... tell him Robbie...please."
The only thing my little outrage caused, was even more humiliation for my
bud.
Donnie grabbed a tight fistful of Donnie's hair, and yanked wicked hard.
"Get down on your knees, bitch... right here in front of the entrance...
and kiss my fucking feet... then before I let you up... you lick the toes
of my fucking sneakers, then you tell your bud to shut the fuck up.... or
you'll be doing a lot more than kissing my feet once inside"

Robbie winced from the pain of having his hair yanked so hard, then he
lowered himself to his knees.
Donnie released his tight fistful of hair, and Robbie lowered his head to
the ground.
I watched in anger as my idol pressed his lips to the toe section of
Donnie's sneakers, and kissed the left foot then the right. He then went
back to the left and brushed his tongue over the toe area, after doing
the same to the right foot, he looked up at me and actually yelled. "You
shut the fuck up, you piece of shit... if you say one more word... I
swear...I'll beat you to a fucking pulp right here in this parking lot."

I knew that Robbie meant it, I could tell by that all too familiar look
on his angry face.
I backed up a bit and then apologized to my bud. "Sorry, dude... I
promise never to say another word about what goes on between you two.
Guess I just lost it, I'm wicked sorry it caused you more embarrassment,
you're pissed off at me, and you have a right to be. I'll keep quiet, I
promise."
Donnie gave Robbie permission to get up, but not before being seen by
Bryan Turcott, not a team mate of Robbie's but a real cocky asshole none
the less.
Bryan was the captain of the Soccer team, and could be real agressive to
a lot of the weaker dudes at school.
Often seen pushing or punching his way through the busy school corridors.
I'd never heard or seen him giving Donnie or Robbie a hard time though,
till now that is. "Hey Blackburn, never knew you had a foot fetish... you
can get down and kiss my feet if you want... fuck, dude, you can kiss my
dick if you want."
Bryan was with some chick not from our school, but that didn't stop him
from grabbing his package as those words left his mouth.
The fool even stood there laughing as though he was waiting for an answer
from Robbie.
Robbie now on his feet, gave Bryan the bird. "Better watch your mouth,
dude, wouldn't wanna have to teach you some manners with your girl here
and all. Know what I mean?"
Bryan laughed as he began walking towards the parking lot. "If you're
down there kissing Colello's feet... right here in front of God and
everybody... not likely I need to worry too much these days... but
whatever, dude... no hard feelings... just offering something different for
you to worship besides feet, ya know... just give it some thought... never
know when you might have the urge." Bryan continued laughing and walking
as these words left his mouth.
Robbie looked at Donnie. "You hear him talking down at me like that?
I'm gonna kick his fucking ass tomorrow after school... you watch and
see."
Donnie just laughed. "You mean kiss his fucking ass... don't ya? He's
right, dude... not likely you can take him anymore, he's gotten a lot
tougher since last year, and you? You've gotten a lot softer... you
probably will be worshipping his cock before the fight ends. Bye the
way... my bet's on him."

All I could ask myself is what the fuck was going with Robbie.
Just a few months ago, he wouldn't have allowed that asshole to walk
away, he would have beat the shit out him before Bryan could have taken
his first step away from Robbie.
Now, I'm not so sure, besides, Donnie was right, Bryan has put on some
muscle lately.
I am sure of one thing though, by allowing Bryan to walk away without so
much as a bitch slap, certainly wasn't a good message. I'm so damn sure
that Bryan walked away knowing that Robbie wasn't the toughy he was last
year.

Donnie sure had an appetite for shopping, and he was racking up some big
bucks on Robbie's debit card.
I knew for a fact that Robbie literally had thirty thousand in just one
of his saving accounts as of last Christmas.
No shit either. But you have to understand, this kid was an only child to
wealthy parents, now add to that he was also the only grandchild to two
sets of very wealthy grandparents.
And I knew for a fact that they were all making deposits to Robbie's
savings accounts, on a regular basis, as well as opening CD's in his
name left and right.
Which I guess is why Robbie wasn't freaking out on this little shopping
spree.
I know I sure as hell would be, even if I had all of Robbie's money, no
fucking way would I let some fuck-head like Donnie use one dime of my
savings.

Donnie had so far, bought a leather jacket, three cool as hell shirts,
and three pair of top brand jeans. As well as a bunch of shit he needed
for school, and he still wasn't done.
Our next stop was the shoe department, and after picking out a pricy pair
of Nike Airs, Donnie sat down to try them on.
His well defined legs were spread wide, and his crotch as usual stuck out
like a sore thumb.
Rather than remove his own sneakers, he turned to Robbie, pointed his
index finger to the floor in front of him, and smirked. "what you
waiting for, bitch? Get down there and remove my sneakers for me" Robbie
had this shocked expression on his face as he quickly looked around to
see who might be watching, and just as he was about to kneel down on the
floor, this dude from our school was all to quick to take his place down
between Donnie's stretched legs.
"Did you find a pair that you're interested in, sir" and without
waiting for a reply, the kid placed his hands down to untie Donnie's
left sneaker, only to have his hand trampled by the very sneaker he was
trying to remove.
A painful yelp escaped the dude's mouth, and I looked around to see if
it had attracted others, luckily, it seemed as though he just may be the
only one working.
What seemed even stranger is that we appeared to be the only shoppers in
the store as well.
Donnie kept the dudes hand trapped beneath his sneaker, and grinned at
the pain on the poor dudes face.
I didn't know the dudes name, only that he was a student at our school,
but there were rumors that whatever his name is, was gay.
Oh well I thought to myself, it explains the hurry to kneel down in front
of one of the top jocks at school. Particularly one that was known for
having one of the biggest cocks at school.

Donnie continued grinning at the pain on the dudes face. Even made the
poor dude beg before lifting his sneaker. "I know you, don't I? You and
your friend what's his name, are the two biggest fags at school... ain't
that right, queer boy?"
The dude's face grimaced as he began to plead. "please sir, can you
please lift you leg so that I can remove my hand?"
When Donnie made no move to do so, the dude pleaded again. "Please sir...
my hand is killing... can you please lift your leg, sir?"
Donnie's grin grew even wider, before he lifted his sneaker off the
dudes hand. "Answer my question, faggot, maybe then I'll let you up"
The kid was probably our age, seventeen, maybe eighteen.
He wasn't all that bad looking, platinum blond curly hair down over his
ears, not really buff, but not too frail either.
His skin still held onto the summer tan pretty good, and he had two
wicked cute dimples, one on each cheek.
I thought he was kinda cute, but he did come off as girly.
I checked out his name tag, and held back a chuckle, his name is Neil.
Hmmm I wondered how often that was used against him. `Neil.... No I mean
KNEEL, faggot.'
Neil, with his girly ways and pretty boy looks, had probably been bullied
most of his life, so it came as no surprise to me when he gave Donnie
what he wanted. "Ok... I'm gay, and my best friend is gay as well... now
will you please let my hand free"
This brought a smile to Donnie's face, as he lifted his foot off Neil's
painful hand.
Donnie then placed his left hand on the back of Robbie's head, looked
the sales boy in the eyes and told him to scram. "I've got some one
here that does that for me, so get the fuck away from me before I
accidentally kick you in the fucking face. Then before the dude even had
the chance to stand up, Donnie began pushing Robbie's head towards the
floor. "now get down and do your thing"
The dude backed up slowly while watching Robbie sink to his knees right
inside Donnie's well spread legs, face to crotch, till Donnie's tight
grip in Robbie's hair pushed downward to the floor, putting on a little
show for Neil.
He had to have heard Donnie's next words to Robbie before slowly backing
up into a shoe rack. "Naaah... I don't need a blow-job just yet... back
up a bit and get my sneaks off, bitch"
To say that Robbie's face turned three shades of red would be an
understatement. It looked as though his face was burning up from the
inside out.
Fucking Neil stood close by and took in the entire show, watching while
Robbie untied his buds sneaker laces, and gently pulled the worn sneaker
from his friends left foot.
"Yeeeaaah, smells sweet.... huh? Go ahead, I know you wanna take a big
whiff... put the opening up to your nose and inhale deeply, bitch"
When Robbie looked around and saw Neil watching, he hesitated, which of
course pissed Donnie off big time.
Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of Robbie's head, with one hand and
the jock sneaker with the other.
Donnie then pushed the opening of his old worn Nike over Robbie's nose
and mouth, smothering his friend till Robbie finally calmed down and gave
into his new master.
"Now take a fucking huge whiff, bitch... like I demanded, then for
punishment, stick your queer tongue inside and lick, till I say stop.
Fucking pussy"

Donnie made Robbie lick the inside of the dirty worn out Nike, for what
seemed like hours, but was probably more like twenty minutes.
The entire time, Donnie sat on the bench laughing his ass off, still
holding the sneaker to his buds face as Robbie made the strangest sounds,
all muffled of course, while burying his tongue deeper inside his buds
disgusting sneaker.
"Lick it all clean for me, queer boy... I'll have you doing the same
with the other one while I'm fucking your brains out later... that should
muffle the screaming a little, so we don`t upset your mom... no sense in
alerting your rents, that their once jock-boy son now prefers cock over
pusy... ya know"
Even I felt a tinge of embarrassment knowing damn well that Neil was
still standing close by, taking it all in.
It was obvious that Donnie was enjoying putting on a show in front of
another student.
He was so getting off on Robbie's humiliation... and that tight,
stretching basket in the crotch of his jeans was proof enough.
He was out to show the whole school, one student at a time, that he was
the new boss to be dealt with.
Donnie eventually pulled his old sneaker away from Robbie's handsome
face, leaving his bud gasping for fresh air. "Next time I give you and
order, bitch... you hop to it, I don't give a flying fuck who's
watching... now get my feet into these new Nike's and let's finish our
shopping"
Robbie knelt there in front of his bud, as Donnie reached out and again
grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair, holding my friends head still, he
lifted first his right foot, clad in an ankle length white sock, and
before Robbie could even guess what the fuck was happening now, Donnie
quickly raised the foot to Robbie's face.
Grinning from ear to ear, Donnie pressed the sole of his foot into his
buds face and gently mashed his foot inward, while tightening the grip on
the fistful of hair.
Donnie began brushing the socked covered foot all over Robbies face, and
I knew for a fact that they were the same socks that Donnie had worn all
day the day before.
I know this because I watched this morning as Donnie with a sadistic
grin, passed on the clean pair of socks that Robbie had offered him,
preferring to wear the same socks he wore to Robbie's house.
The fucker knew even then what his plan would be while out shopping for
new sneaks.
If that scene wasn't humiliating enough, the next scene most definitely
was.
While Robbie tried desperately to push his buds foot away from his face,
Donnie lifted his left foot, and soon had both feet mashing against
Robbie's face, laughing hysterically. "Get used to it, bitch, when your
not busy EATING my dirty jocks, it will be my dirty socks in your queer
mouth."

The next stop was for new underwear and new jock straps an of course
Donnie wanted only the best, which brought us into the Under Gear shop.
Right away his eyes focus on a pair of leather jeans, apparently
something he had always wanted but up till now couldn't afford.
I didn't even know this store carried leather jeans, but they did, even
carried leather t-shirts, but t-shirts wasn't what Donnie had his eyes
glued to.
His eyes unfortunately for Robbie's savings account were attached to a
three hundred, fifty dollar pair of black soft leather jeans.
After finding his size, and several pair of wicked hot looking underwear,
an assortment of sexy briefs and boxer briefs and finally three very
pricy jocks, he headed for the dressing room, insisting that Robbie go
inside with him, and leaving the door open for me to stand at and watch.

However, not more than thirty seconds inside the dressing room, we were
approached by a sales boy, and believe it or not it was Neil's best
friend.
I recognized him from school, always attached to Neils hip bone. "Hey,
man, sorry but only one in the dressing room at a time, store rules."
Donnie looked up at him and began laughing his ass off. "No fucking
way... this can not be... first we have your queer boyfriend trying to
nuzzle his face into my crotch at the Sport Shoe Center, now we have you
wanting to check out my piece. Damn, dude... don't you guys get it off
together? Get the fuck outta here... NOW! And if you know what's good for
ya... Don't come back"
I nearly laughed myself, the dude was no way afraid of big bad Donnie.
Glancing at his name tag, his name is Kirk, a lot more hotter than his
cute friend.
Kirk was by far more buff than his cute friend also.
I knew he was on our swimming team but other than that I'm not sure if
he participated in other school sports.
He was a wee bit taller than Donnie, with short dark brown hair, almost a
buzz cut. Handsome face, with a square jaw, and brown eyes. Nice biceps,
and pecs that stretched his tight black t-shirt.
Nice body I thought, but no match for Donnie, no way, no how.
But brave he is, gotta give him that.
Donnie was already down to his briefs and socks, as he stepped out side
the dressing room and with his awesome bare chest pressed against Kirks,
he walked Kirk backwards up against the wall, and pressed his awesome
body into the startled sales clerk.
Even had his massive crotch pressed into Kirks.
Face to face, Donnie raised his hands above Kirks head, palms to the
wall, and gritted his teeth. "I told you to fuck off.. You looking to
spend the rest of the night crawling around these floors on your belly?"
Kirk shook his head slowly, with a scared look in his eyes, not breathing
a word.
He obviously knew well enough, Robbie's and Donnie's rep at school.
Donnie then flexed his right bicep and pressed it hard against Kirks
mouth. "You should have walked away when I told you to... now kiss it,
give it a little lick, faggot... then all will be forgiven. If you wanna
stand here and watch me try this shit on, no problem... but you keep your
mouth shut... or I will shut it permanently....got that, queer-boy?"
Kirk, didn't argue, he just nodded in agreement, and kissed the awesome
looking bicep pressed tightly against his mouth.

I would have bet on him walking away and bringing back the manager, but
he didn't budge away from the wall, even after Donnie stepped back
inside the opened dressing room.
I did notice however that Kirks eyes dropped below Donnie's waist, and I
guess I wasn't the only one that noticed, as Donnie snickered loudly.
"You fuckin fags are all alike... aren't ya?"

As Donnie shucked off his briefs in front of each of us, I checked out
Kirks expression, other than his fucking eyes bulging out of their
sockets, his reaction was normal.
Donnie decided to try on one of the jocks, I mean he knew it was the
right size and all, he just wanted to put on a show, and what a show he
put on.
Checking out the price tag, he smiled at Robbie. "Fucking Thirty Two
dollar jock strap... better come with a fucking life time guaranty is all
I can say, eh bitch?"
I noticed the tag and brand of the other two, all were made by Rufskin,
and all three were the same price.
I just nodded my head, there was no reason in hell why he needed Thirty
Two dollar fucking jock-straps.
He then turned and handed a bright gold pair to Robbie. "Put these on
me, make sure my balls and cock are tucked in real nice and comfy."
Brave Kirk couldn't keep his trap shut. "I'm sorry sir, but you're
not allowed to put those on... unless you are sure you will be buying
them... store policy... some kinda health thing or something"
I nearly died trying to hold my laugh inside, more afraid of pissing
Donnie off than anything else.
But the dude was fucking brave, no doubt about it.
Donnie glared hard at Kirk, and the pissed off look in his eyes only said
one thing, KILL. "First off, I don't give a fuck about your fucking
store policies, you can shove them up your cunt, ok, fucking homo.
Secondly, I did warn you... right? You two heard me warn him, right? I did
fucking warn you, asshole."
Kirk looked as though he was frozen, you know the dude wanted to quickly
walk away soooo bad, but he looked at Donnie as though Donnie was a
monster. Kirks eyes were bugged big time, but the poor dude, couldn't
pull himself away from the fucking wall if his life depended on it, and
actually... it DID.
Surprisingly however, Donnie didn't charge him, he just continued on
with what he was doing.
We watched as Robbie dressed Donnie in the bright gold jock strap.
We watched Robbie's face turn beet red once again, as he looked out at
Kirk and me, before dressing his new boss-man in what turned out to be
the hottest fucking jock I had ever seen in my life.
Donnie had to bitch-slap Robbie once to warn him that he was hesitating
just a bit too long.
The one slap was enough, Donnie's hand print was now planted on
Robbie's face, and would remain there for an hour or so at least.

Robbie once again looked out at us, trying so hard to wish us away, so
there was no witness to view the wicked hot scene about to take place.
Robbie, not wanting more humiliation added, quickly knelt down as Donnie
lifted his right leg first, and then his left, as Robbie slid the jock on
and eased it up over those thick muscular thighs of his bud.
The jock-strap had a three inch band with a thick rough netted thong like
pouch that sank low, and a picture of a dark well pumped bicep imprinted
in the waist band just slightly below Donnie's navel.
Donnie glanced into the mirror, and while grinning he barked at Robbie.
"Reach up under the jock and adjust my balls for me, bitch. Then reach
down through the top and adjust my cock, till I tell you it's fine."
I seriously had to close my eyes, throw my head back and sigh, as Robbie
used his fingers to nestle Donnie's right nutt, and then the left one
inside the hot looking jock.
Then he stuck his hand down into the jock and rearranged Donnie's cock
just right, having to do so three or four times, knowing full well that
Kirk and I were taking it all in.

Donnie turned again to the mirror, and a broad smile spread across his
face, while doing muscle poses.
He knows just how fucking hot he is, but muscle posing in that fucking
wicked hot jock was enough to give us all boners, including Robbie.
I even heard a slight moan escape from Kirk, I don't really know why
that surprised me, I guess it was just a reminder that yet another
student from our school, was a witness to Robbie's new lifestyle.
Donnie wouldn't leave till he tried on the leather jeans, little did I
know that we hadn't seen anything yet.
Again, he made Robbie dress him.
Robbie struggle to pull the tight soft leather up Donnie's thighs, and
it looked like we might have to go and get a size larger, but Donnie
demanded that these were just fine.
The leather jeans fit like a second skin, almost appeared as though they
were painted on him.
The way they clung to his thick thighs, and because of the jock
underneath, gave him a wicked nice rounded ball in the crotch that stuck
out like a sore thumb. But when he turned around and we got a glance of
his wicked awesome bubble butt, wrapped so tightly in that soft leather,
highlighting those two wicked sexy globes was just pure and simple
torture to each of us.

Donnie once again posed in the mirror, flexing his muscular thighs,
showing off his incredible body.
He knew he liked the fit, I mean it was perfect, yet he wanted to be told
just how fucking hot he appeared at this moment.
He looked out at Kirk and me, and ordered Kirk inside. "Get your ass in
here, fag... I wanna make sure these aren't too tight."
Once inside the room, Donnie grabbed Kirks right hand and pressed the
palm of it onto the well rounded pouch and held it there. Causing Kirk to
attempt to pull away, but no such luck. "Watdaya think? ... Too tight?"
Donnie then moved Kirks hand all around the crotch area, while glaring
directly into his eyes. "Answer me, faggot. Tell me what you think"
Kirk continued trying to pull his hand away from Donnie's leather
covered crotch, but Donnie held it there, forcing the sales clerk to
nearly cry out. "Please, man... I'll get fired... I need this job... come
on, dude...please let go of my hand."
Donnie, grinned, knowing damn well that if Kirk was even seen inside the
dressing room with a customer, he'd be fired, never mind caught groping
one. "Answer my question, think these jeans are too tight?"
Kirk was by now practically crying, so afraid that Donnie was out to get
him canned. "No sir... they aren't too tight... the fit is perfect, I
promise."
Donnie, grinned at Kirks discomfort, and the fact that his voice was
beginning to crack.
"get down on you knees, queer-boy, and place your head between my
legs."
Kirk looked at Donnie as though he didn't quite hear the demand.
"Sorry, I don't understand"
"you fucking heard me ok, asswipe... don't make me fucking repeat it"
The anger in Donnies voice was all that Kirk needed.
He sank to his knee's and pushed his head between Donnie's awesome
legs.
Robbie and I watched as Donnie began flexing his thighs.
It was only seconds before Kirk began begging to be released. "Please...
my ears are hurting, and I have trouble with my ears... please, dude, I'm
going to get fired for sure"
Donnie's grin grew broader. "just answer the question, fag. Too tight
or what?"
Kirk, began sobbing softly. "No, man... they're not too tight, I swear...
please let me go, dude...pleeaasse"

The scene was so wicked hot, Kirks head between Donnie's wicked awesome
thighs, being squished, would have been wicked hot all by itself, but
those muscles wrapped in tight leather while pressed tightly against both
sides of Kirk's face, was just way too much.
Donnie grinned again, as Kirks sobs became a little louder.
It was once again clear the muscle tension that Donnie was using wasn't
even a fraction of his total power.
Let me try to help you envision the scene as Robbie and I saw it.
Donnie stood tall, stripped from the waist up, his awesome pecs cut so
perfectly, with a deep crevice between the pecs, nipples sticking out
like little eraser heads.
The six pack showing signs of soon becoming an eight pack, is very hard,
not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen.
A very light trace of a treasure trail inching it's way from his navel
down into the waist band of the tight jeans.
His fists clenched tightly and resting on his hips.
Then those killer leather jeans, so tight, showing off a package so
freaking beautiful as it rested on top of Kirks neck.
The incredible bubble butt, and those wicked hot legs wrapped in soft
leather, as they continued to squeeze ever so slowly Kirks poor head, and
sore ears.
Maybe you just had to see it for yourself, but I tell ya, it was hot,
wicked hot.

As Donnie increased the pressure slowly but steadily, Kirks sobbing
became louder, causing Donnie's grin to spread even wider.
"Next time I tell you to shut the fuck up, bitch... you better listen, or
I just may squeeze your fucking queer head into mush, got that?"
"yes sir... I promise to do as you say, from here on...but please let me
go now"

Donnie, loosened his powerful head scissors, and we watched as Kirk fell
to the floor, holding the sides of his head, with both hands.
There was a bench in the room, and Donnie looked at Robbie, and ordered
him to lay down on it facing up.
Once Robbie did so, Donnie straddled Robbie's neck, pressing that
awesome baseball crotch into Robbie's mouth.
"What do ya think, bitch... you like me in leather, think the fucking
twats are going to go wild when they see me dressed in these, huh?"
Robbie obviously couldn't answer, what with him sucking a mouth full of
leather covered balls.
Kirk and I watched as Donnie began rocking back and forth, his thick
thighs rubbing hard against the sides of Robbie's head.
His leather crotch riding Robbie's mouth nose, and entire face, back and
forth, forcing Robbie to beg Donnie to stop.
"what the fuck, man, that fucking hurts, dude... can you please stop, for
fucksake?"
Donnie only grinned, and added even more weight to his buds head,
grinding it even harder than before, till Robbie's voice was just barely
heard at all.
Then he sat right squarely on his buds face, and rode it back and forth,
nearly smothering Robbie with that leather clad bubble butt of his.
This continue for several minutes, before Donnie stood up, and looked
down at his friend. "So answer me, should I keep these?"