Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2011 13:28:04 -0700 (PDT) From: chuck h Subject: Boys,Buds, & Bullies pt. 21 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material 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! Also, because this story is completely fiction, it takes place in a world without AIDS, and other deathly diseases. So unlike the characters in my stories, please be careful, and ALWAYS play SAFE. I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you, Chaz In my last chapter of "Boys, Buds, and Bullies" A new character by the name of Noar Johnson was introduced to the story. I admit it has been sometime since my last chapter, and I sincerely apologize for that. I suggest that you re-read chapter 20 in full to understand better where we pick up in chapter 21. "Boys, Buddies and Bullies" Recapping last few paragraphs of previous chapter. Part 20 After several moments of me worshiping the head of his beautiful cock, Donnie gripped the back of my head with a fistful of hair and gave another thrust, filling my hungry mouth with another few inches. Bringing excited remarks from our audience. "Holy crap, look at him... the fag is taking your huge cock in his mouth... like a fucking Hoover... how long has he been giving you head, man? Must be like fucking forever... to be able to take all that without choking, and all this time I never even knew he was a fucking faggot... but now that I know... I mean... since it doesn't mean I'm queer to let him blow me... I mean... you know... why not... I wouldn't mind getting head from someone I can slap around at the same time... I mean who wouldn't take advantage of something as sweet as this... but no way can he take much more of that big boy" Donnie was quick to pick up on Noah's last comment. "Yaaahhh... you like this big boy... dontcha? Tell ya what... as soon as queer-boy here is finished... I'll let you feel this piece of steel... I know you wanna... but if I let you feel it, your gonna have to kiss it... deal?" Needless to say Noah was none too happy with Donnie's proposal. "Cut the shit... told you I'm no faggot... and I also told ya I don't like that fucking talk directed to me... so fuck off asshole" With that said, Noah was out the door and running towards the school just as the last warning bell rang. Donnie laughed his ass off while yelling after Noah. "you're one fuckin brave dude callin me an asshole, guess I'll have to beat the shit outta you now... less you change your mind about kissin my power tool. Of course being a nice guy... I'll give you the option, in any case don`t forget about our wager, you hear?" After the last warning bell Donnie needed to get off as quickly as he could, and therefore used my face as though he was fucking a worn out cunt, roughly plunging deep and pulling out fast, just to plunge deeper with the next thrust. Gripping my hair tighter with each rapid thrust over and over again, flexing his wicked tight thighs on each side of my face, and for the first time in weeks, I was gagging and fearing for my life, literally fighting for air. I really felt as though I'd be going out before he even got to climax, since he showed no concern for me or my dire situation. "Take it... take it, ooooh yeeeaaah take it you fuckin queer... oooh fuck man... you think your choking now? Wait till you receive this load... oooh fuck ya... I'm goona drown you with THIS load... if you don't choke to death first, fuckin pissbreath" Once those words left his mouth it took Donnie less than two minutes to blast his huge quantity of teen juice into my throat. He was right about the massive size of his load, THIS TIME it nearly DID choke me to death. Since he held my face buried into his thick mass of pubes, mostly all of his thick creamy load went straight down my throat, but I did manage to get to taste a tiny portion of it, and it only made me yearn for more. After using my hair to clean his cock head, he opened the rear door and used his legs and the bottom of his Puma's to literally kick me out of the car and onto the parking lot pavement. As he hastily pulled up his nylon running shorts and putting those muscular legs to good use, he made a mad dash towards the school. I spent the next several days imagining anything in the entire world that could even come close to the awesome taste of Donnie's sperm, and I no longer wonder why Robbie is obsessed with eating Donnie's cum and his constant craving for more. "Boys, Buds and Bullies" pt.21 Once inside the school, my first class went smoothly. There were by now all sorts of rumors around school about me being gay and shit, and I half expected to get some crap about it from here and there. Some of the rumors had me pegged as being Robbie Blackburns little bitch-boy. Sure, I got a few stares, and my usual amount of glares, even heard snickers, and outright mean remarks from a few. However, that was the norm lately and I had gotten used to it all, pretending not to be bothered by any of it. I'm sure that for the most part, there were some classmates and students that really didn't know if the rumors were true or not, but decided to play along with those that did believe. I mean of course there were those that had no doubts whatsoever. Like I said, first class went somewhat smoothly, second class however, I shared with Noah, and of course once he entered the class he glanced around for me, and then he took the seat directly in back of mine. I tried not to look up at him as he nudged me just as he was about to take his seat, but try as I may, my eyes had a mind of their own. Ok, let me describe Noah to you. First off, let me say this, although Noah is by no means no Robbie Blackburn or Donnie Colello he's no slouch either. I wouldn't go so far to say he's a hot jock, but he is into sports, He's on our Track and Field team, and he's damn good, I have seen him run and in the most recent Year Book there was an awesome photo of him throwing the Discus, he has great form and real nice body tone. Like I said, no muscle boy like Robbie or Donnie, but the dude does have nice arms and legs, me having a fascination with well muscled legs can vouch for this. Noah is maybe 5'9 and probably close to 145 pounds, blond, very bushy hair, wicked blue eyes, and he has a kinda cute upturned nose. I guess you would say he's cute, at least I have always thought so. Oh and did I mention that his bi-ceps are nicely toned, and his legs are strong, though a little hairy for a 17 year old... if you ask me. I've also gotten several glances at his package, while in the showers, not bad... maybe 5 inches soft, again certainly no Donnie Colello... but hey... I've heard the shower talk, and he's had more than his share of pussy. Anyways, more about his looks and accomplishments later. I tried hard not to look up at him as he nudged me, but I guess my eyes had other plans. He had a half grin half smirk as his eyes bored into mine and held them captive for far longer than a few brief seconds... or so it seemed. Then he sat himself, and leaned over. "Hey Abe, your lips are lookin a little puffy, been suckin on a coke bottle or somethin" He probably didn't mean for that to come out more than a whisper, but it was certainly heard by more than the few sitting next to us. At least a dozen classmates broke out in a hearty laugh. Totally ignoring his obscene comment, I lowered my head, and said a silent prayer that this period would move along far quicker than normal. I then remembered... I share three other classes with this dude... and quickly realized I was doomed. I felt him lean over my shoulder, his left cheek brushing against mine as he whispered. "Seriously dude, I have something you can practice on... when you're not sucking off Superboy... just say when and where" I shook my head slightly, as if I couldn't believe he was talking to me this way. I was never so happy to see old bag Carlton enter the room, she was a tough bitch and didn't stand for any shit in her class-room. Noah behaved for the most part, but managed to get a few whispered comments in when the old bag was facing the blackboard. "What da ya say.... Cumbreath... wanna try something different tonight... I'm no Superboy... but... I'm sure I can wet your tonsils a little" Was I beyond humiliation? I was starting to believe so, because even though his whispers were not heard by anyone other than my no longer virgin ears, I didn't even blush at the words. In between third and fourth period, was my designated time to service Donnie up on three... a bathroom hardly ever used by the students, mostly because of Robbie and Donnie, they owned it... outright. When I reached the bathroom door, a student... don't know his name... was on his way out. He was slightly slouched, holding his gut with his left hand. "Don't go in there man... Colello is in there... and he's in one of his asshole moods" I thanked the kid for the warning, and proceeded inside. Donnie stood with his back up against the wash sink, his arms folded, and an evil grin was pasted on his handsome face. With a quick glance at his watch, the grin broadened into a half smile. "glad to see that you're punctual, bitch... I like that... i'm gonna have to train your boyfriend to be as obedient" I asked about the dude that just left. "what happened to that kid that was just in here" Donnie slowly shook his head. "first off pissbreath... that's none of your fuckin business. However, if you must know... I had to remind the dick-head that this room is off limits... and the most effective way I know of teachin... is several solids to the gut... right? Cept in his case... two was more than sufficient... now that I've explained myself... I need to take a wicked piss... so how about you get over here and hold it for me" Still feeling bad for the kid that had his stomach rearranged, and not wanting a similar lesson, I didn't hesitate to do as Donnie commanded. Once beside him, Donnie turned to face the urinal. "Unzip me, reach in, pull it out and hold it...don't forget to shake it when I'm done, bitch" I glanced in the direction of the door, saying a quick prayer that another dude would not be so stupid to walk in while I did Donnie's bidding. A motion that did not go un-nototiced by my tormenter. "REALLY??? You still shy after all you've been through" A hearty laugh escaped Donnie's sexy face. I knew he had a point, still, I guess it's second nature to try and cover yourself. Donnie felt the need to remind me that my new duties in life had become well known by many. "Seriously pissbreath, your secret past time is out, and I'm sure once Noah has his say... most of the school will know about your wild desires and the new tricks your mouth has learned, and speaking of my little Bitch-In-Waiting... isn't he in a couple of your classes?" I had a firm grip on Donnie's hefty power-tool, wrapping nearly my whole hand around it and holding it steady while pointing the awesome shaped head into the urinal. Of course I couldn't keep my eyes off his magnificent cunt basher, as I held it firmly within my fist. I told Donnie of my situation with Noah during class, and Noahs suddenly new desire for HEAD. "man, you've really created a mess for me today... Noah suddenly is after me to give him a blow-job... and he's in four of my classes daily... and I don't think he's gonna let it drop till I go down on him... it's so fucking embarrassing to be asked out right to give one of my classmates a fuckin blow-job... ya know?" A strong power surge erupted from Donnie's large piss-slit, as though the flood gates just opened into the Mississippi. I watched with amazement as his piss flow streamed from his insanely beautiful cock-head. I actually think I was awe-struck for a few seconds, yet grateful that I wasn't forced to my knees at that particular moment, but I think Donnie's mind was elsewhere, as he draped his left arm over my shoulder. "So my obedient little cum-dump... this is what you're gonna do. I want you to invite Noah over to your house, when your old lady is gonna be out for a while. Tell him you'll do him, but it has to be on your terms, at your house and no where else" I lifted my head and looked at Donnie, he meanwhile had been watching me the whole time... watching HIM... piss. "You're one sick bitch... you're fuckin droolin while watchin me piss... but that's ok, can`t say I blame ya... now listen up. When Noah shows up at your place, I of course will be in hiding... waiting to surprise the fuck. I won't beat on him for calling me an asshole... unless of course... I have to. I mostly wanna show him the video of Robbie swallowing my power-tool... I then win my bet... and he will of course have to pay up... pretty simple, wouldn't ya say? I mean everyone knows that a dude HAS to make good on his bets...or else... right" This of course reminded me of the time not that long ago, when Robbie forced me to set a trap for my cousin Anthony. I mean... why me? I didn't feel good about this scenario, yet I didn't feel brave enough to refuse to do it either, I had become all to familiar with Donnie's temper and wasn't about to have it flair up at me... if I could help it. Donnie's strong stream of piss had finally come to a halt, and I submissively did what I was told, I gave his dick a couple of little shakes, and agreed to his demand of setting up Noah. "Ok Donnie... I'll talk to Noah and set something up at my house, my mom is away two nights a week... but man you have got to promise me you won't hurt him in any way... I mean if he refuses to pay up and all... ok" Donny placed both hands on my shoulders and directed me to the last stall. "time for your lunch, bitch... you must be starving by now... sorry I didn't save any beverage for ya... don't know what I was thinking... but that's ok...you'll still get LOADS of protein" It wasn't till we were inside the stall before Donnie answered my plea not to hurt Noah. I was roughly pushed up against the wall, with Donnie's fist tightly wrapped around the front of my polo shirt where the three buttons are. His left fist bunched around the cloth and pressed tightly against my throat. I looked into his eyes expecting to see the face of fury, but rather I saw a wicked evil grin. "ya know? Robbie tells me how you hate it when he needs to be rough with ya... but HE thinks you might secretly love it... I tell him no-way anybody could love havin Another dudes fist pounding on him... but you just don't fuckin learn... do ya ? So maybe you do love it... let`s see" I felt the first punch to my gut, followed slowly but methodically by another, then another. I received six very powerful gut punches and between each power punch Donny would follow it with a statement. "don't ever tell me... umph... what I should... umph... do and not do... umph... because the next time... umph... I will turn... umph... your stomach... umph... into fuckin mush... you hear me... bitch" With the last solid punch to my gut, Donnie released my shirt and his fist from my throat hold and stepped back a few inches. My body slid down the wall and onto my knees. I'm sure I would have fallen all the way down to the floor and into a fetal position if not for Donnie grabbing a fist-full of my hair and stopping me... holding my head at crotch level. I felt thankful that I had not eaten lunch yet or for sure it would have exited by now. I was in immense pain, and coughing, it felt as though Donnie's powerful fist was somehow embedded inside my stomach. I wasn't even sure I would be capable of giving him head at this point. Above me Donnie stood with his strong legs slightly spread and giggled. "REALLY??? You seriously need to get into shape, cumbreath... no-way I should have creamed you with just six jabs... especially since those were not even hard, far from my best" I lifted my head to look up at this nearly seventeen year old package of dynamite, only to be slapped in the face by another of his well muscled organs. I was somewhat amazed... just seconds ago out at the urinal his dick was limp, but now after pounding me into oblivion... he is rock hard... so it's true... just like Robbie, it's damn obvious that Donnie too... literally GETS-OFF on beating up other dudes, obviously from the feeling of power that surges through his warped mind, when without any effort he has another dude whimpering at his feet. As his fist tightened the grip on my hair, he gave me further instructions... as if I needed instructions at this point in my new life. "You know what to do faggot... first give me a big sloppy French kiss right on that awesome looking head, yeah, bitch... show me how much you just fuckin love my cock, then stick the very tip of your tongue inside my piss-slit and clean it out, after that, use that awesome tongue of yours to lick that fuckin huge head all over, you know how I like it... especially under the rim... do a good job... and I'll make sure you get a healthy size lunch, fuckin queer boy" For the second time today, I was busy servicing the new top jock at school, like I said earlier, I kinda figured with Robbie out of school, I would have to service Donnie like maybe once a day, if that... but today for some fucked up reason, Donnie was particularly horny, maybe his girl friend of the day was unavailable... maybe it was the thought of adding a third male bitch to his domain... who knows. Whoever said that `power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely' certainly knew what they were talking about. After kissing, licking and lightly sucking Donnie's mushroom shaped cock-head, he placed both strong hands on the back of my head and plunged with more than significant force all the way in, till my top lip and nostrils were buried deep into his thick black forest of pubes. The male odor stemming from his thick bush was intoxicating to say the least, I mean Donnie's a clean boy, don't get me wrong, but still the scent was intoxicating all the same. I immediately began coughing and choking, not because I wasn't trained properly to deep throat, but from the brunt of the force. Donnie like Robbie enjoyed the sound of another dude choking on his thick power-tool, so being trained to take it all, wasn't necessarily their goal, although it certainly pleased them. Noooo... it was the sound of desperation, the look of plea, and total submission in the eyes of the fag kneeling before them... that turned them on more. This was obvious from the wicked smile spread across Donnie's face at the moment, as he mercilessly watched and listened to me struggle, while holding my head tightly in place. Like I said, it wasn't so much the thick nine and a half inches, now totally buried in my mouth and throat... I of course have learned to somewhat cope with that horrible feeling. No, the tears running from my eyes, and the begging they were now showing, along with the uncontrollable gagging, and my fists pounding on Donnie's muscular thighs... was simply caused by the brute, powerful force with which he penetrated my scull. I have no idea what makes a nearly seventeen year old jock-boy feel the need to demonstrate such power on another teenage dude, but it was becoming obviously clear that with two of them in the same town, in the same school, that something was not right with the world. I continued using my eyes as a means to let Donnie know that I was in dire discomfort, however this only broadened the evil smile on his masculine face, as he glared down into my eyes while holding my head tightly captive, and securely attached to his manhood. "something wrong down there, my little bitch-boy? Isn't this what you dream of each night while in la la land? Having Donnie Colello's awesome cock shoved down your queer throat? Tell you what, pissbreath... you keep pounding on my thighs... and I'm gonna wrap them around your head afterwards and then I really will choke the life outta ya or crush your queer head whichever comes first... hows that sound" Needless to say, I let my arms drop to my side instantly, but continued pleading with him through my tearful eyes. Not sure exactly how long Donnie held my head in place, maybe long moments... maybe only several... but it seemed and felt like eternity before he eased out and began slowly fucking my face and throat, while still grinning down into my eyes. "Ooooh yeeeaah faggot... I can't wait to have your boyfriend in this position again, he cries much better than you do... I bet he's at home right now dreaming about my warm cum flooding his mouth to capacity... too bad you can't save some and transfer it to his mouth later on when you kiss him hello... bet he'd love that... huh? Ooooh fuck man... I'm gonna explode just thinking about drowning that fuck-head with my spooge, and watching him swallow so willingly and oooh sooo submissively" As I felt Donnie's wicked well muscled cock begin to throb within the confines of my mouth... my mind was not on taking another huge load of sperm down my throat, but weirdly enough I was thinking of that kid Noah. I began thinking that if I am struggling so much just to breath, after all I have been through and with all the practice I have had between Robbie and Donnie, then that poor kid... if he ever ends up in this position is going to think that he's arrived in HELL. When Donnie finally did explode, to say that he filled my mouth would be an understatement, where the hell does this dude store so much sperm? Sure he has humongous nads, but seriously... this second load was just as huge as his first load earlier this morning. Funny thing is, It wasn`t really all that long ago when I would have complained about being forced to swallow even a tiny bit of another dudes cum... but NOW... I`m forced to take way more than a mouthful, and it`s like I`m addicted to the taste. Yep it's true enough, I... like my best bud Robbie, was becoming addicted to the taste of Colello's warm, thick, and creamy boy-juice ... Donnie's cum has a fucking awesome flavor all it`s own... kinda like French Vanilla ice cream only thicker... but just as sweet. Of course Donnie held my head tightly attached to his power tool, even way after he emptied his balls, talking trash to me the entire time. "You fuckin love eating my sperm... dontcha fag? You could eat it by the cupful... just like your queer boyfriend, huh? Yeeeaaahhh... I seriously can't wait to feed the former home coming king another nice load of my fresh warm cum... seeing that submissive `I love your cum, but I can't take it all' look in his eyes as he gags on the amount I feed him... while staring up into my eyes pleadingly, yet submissively as I fuckin pump my load into his mouth" When Donnie finally pulled out, I was still numb from the brutal face fucking, as well as the punches to my gut. Feeling dizzy, I started to fall backwards, but was abruptly stopped by a tight fistful of my hair... being pulled forward, hurting like hell. "Where do ya think your going queer-boy... you know you're not done till my cock is cleaned properly... and you KISS IT good-bye... right? I mean you've been taught better manners than that... so don't ever try and back away before completing your blow-job... or I'll have to slap the fuck outta you... got it" Donnie placed some emphasis on his words with a powerful bitch-slap to the right side of my face, which would have easily knocked me through the stall partition ... if not for the fact that he still had a tight fistful of my hair with his left hand. I knew that slap was going to leave a red mark on my face, and Donnie must have read my mind. He leaned down and gathering up some saliva within his mouth, and spat a large gob right on the cheek he had just slapped, then reached down with several fingers and rubbed the spit all over the left side of my face. "there you go queer-boy... that should ease the pain some what... now you need to suck my fingers clean from my spit, before cleaning my weapon of mass destruction" As he placed the wet fingers at my lips, I hesitated before opening my mouth, but then knowing that punishment would soon follow, I obediently opened my mouth and allowed him to brutally inject the spit covered fingers. "suck em clean, bitch, your boy-friend has learned to love the taste of my spit, soon enough you'll be lovin it too... yeeeeaaaahhh, taste good? NOW... get to work cleanin my cock, you FUCKIN FAGGOT" I took his thick power-tool and held it with both hands while bathing it's length and circumference with my tongue, paying special attention to the bulbous mushroom head and under the rim, but the taste of his spit was lingering on my tongue, and it took some time for the taste to subside. I then kissed his cock fully on the head, giving it some tongue while doing so, knowing I certainly would have received another power slap if the kiss was not perfect. Donnie then let go of my hair, placing the sole of his sexy puma sneaker flat on my face, and pushing me away from him. "I'm through with you faggot... for now... but don't forget to invite your new bud Noah over to your place for one of your special blow-jobs...ya hear" As these words left his mouth, Donnie gave his full package a long slow rub, followed by his next statement. "man... I can't fuckin wait to break that tough lil bitch... I got a feeling it's gonna be a lot more fun than breaking your queer boy-friend. Yeeeaaah... I think Noah will have to eat loads and loads of my warm cum before he decides HE likes it... unlike you and queer-boy Blackburn. Yep... I'm gonna enjoy every fuckin minute it takes to break that lil fuck... but soon enough... he'll be crawling and begging just like your boy-friend... to feel my thick nine inches lodged inside his new cocksucking mouth and throat... then pleading mercifully with his eyes for me to free him from the tight choke hold my cock has on him...wont be long after he starts begging for my cock... that he'll take to my sperm like a new-born does with mommies warm milk " My next class was fourth period, and again Noah shared that class with me. In this class Noah generally sat across the room next to Stacy Bergeron, but once again he chose to seat himself directly in back of me, when he did so I knew that Donnie (maybe unintentionally) had most certainly created a monster. He wasn't seated for more than a few seconds, when I felt a light jab to the side of my head. "Sooooooo... whaddaya say... we gonna get together or what" Noah was trying hard to whisper but of course I wondered if others had heard any of it. I slowly turned my head in several directions and found to my relief ... that no one seemed to be paying any attention to us. I nodded my head in agreement, then turned ever so slightly and in a very low voice I laid out my plans. "This weekend... my house... Saturday ten in the morning" His response came quickly and not so silently. "Yeeeaaahhh... thought so" Again I scanned those around us to see if anyone had any reaction to his comment, and again it was as though there was just the two of us, everyone else seemed pre-occupied with whatever they were into. Noah seemed somewhat excited, as though getting head from a fag school mate was somehow related to the latest ride at Seven Flags USA. "gimmee your number" It wasn't a question like `hey man can I have your telephone number' it was a demand... very similar to all the other demands I had been receiving since my summer trip from hell with Robbie. I shook my head in disgust, but scribbled my telephone number on a sheet from my note pad and handed it to Noah. That same night as I studied for an exam, my telephone rang, expecting a call from Robbie I yelled down to my mom... "I got it... it's just Robbie" The voice on the other end appeared calm, but strong. "So fag... we're on for Saturday morning... you swallow, RIGHT???... No matter... if you don't... you will then... that I promise" I was taken by surprise, it wasn't that I never expected this dude to call, it was what came out of his mouth... so aggressive, and cocky. He obviously was attempting to humiliate and frighten me. Fortunately for me, at this point such an attitude was no longer shocking. Yet I was still somewhat surprised that Noah would start our first telephone conversation ever, with so much brass. I was quick to let him know (without directly saying so) that his words didn't bring fear to me, nor did they make me feel humiliated. "Didn't anyone in your family ever teach you telephone manners, moron" I guess I underestimated how tough this dude can be, because it didn't take but a few seconds for Noah to let me know without holding back any words that he was in full control. "Don't fuck with me, fag... or after I let you blow me... I'll kick your faggot ass... now listen to me... I know you're Blackburn's little bitch... and I witnessed you giving Colello head... which tells me Blackurn don't have a prob sharing you with others. Still, I don't want either one of these dudes knowing what goes on between you and me... if either one ever finds out that I let you blow me... I will wait till I have you alone and I will teach you a lesson you will remember forever... got it" I guess my response to that just came automatically after years of being dominated by Robbie. "okaaaaa, I got it... I'm sorry I pissed you off" Our conversation didn't last much longer, it was basically just a confirmation that our date for Saturday morning was on, and that my mom would be away for the weekend. After talking to Noah, I did get a call from Robbie, telling me he planned on staying home from school till Monday, and that he didn't want to see me or any other friends till he had time to heal completely and think over what had been happening lately. He did ask me what was being said about him by Donnie and or Bryan Turcot, which I replied with a little white lie. "nothing at all... I pass Bryan in the hallways, and he just sneers at me. As far as Donnie goes... well to be honest... he's way too busy using me as a punching bag and cum dump to be concerned with you... I guess. Also... just for your info... he may be too busy breaking in a new bitch to even bother with you... who knows" There was a long pause before I finally asked if he was still there. "Hey dude... you still with me" Robbie now sounding as though he had just lost his best friend. "What do mean... new bitch?... what are you talkin about" I could tell by the tone of his voice that Robbie wasn't very happy with the news. "You know that kid Noah Johnson at school? Well he got a little too nosey today before school, caught Donnie using me in the car, Donnie invited him into the car to watch. Anyways, one thing lead to another, and now that kid Noah owes Donnie a bet, plus he called Donnie an asshole, now Donnie has it in his head that the kid can be broken, says he's gonna add the kid to his list of bitch-boys" Again there was a long pause, I was getting pissed off, it was obvious that Robbie was feeling a little jealous, and I guess that made me a little jealous. "Seriously dude, I thought you'd be happy to hear the news. I mean Donnie may leave you along if he's busy using someone else, ya know" Still no comment from Robbie, the other end of the phone line was quiet. So I went on. "I thought you wanted that asshole out of your life. Dude?? He gets off on beating other dudes up, and trust me... you will be his most favorite punching bag, cum-dump, spit bucket, and urinal... and you know it. Man he's gonna love showing the whole school that Robbie Blackburn is not only his latest conquest, but most importantly his little bitch-boy. Seriously man, think about it... you more than anyone else will be kinda like a medal he's one at some tough contest, and of course he's gonna wanna show off his latest trophy for ALL to see, do you want him using you in back of the school every other day... with a bunch of your classmates looking on??? Do you really crave his cum so much that you wont mind eating it in front of others, you really wont mind him slapping you around the whole freaking school, just to prove he CAN? Or do you love being beat-up by him as much as you love swallowing his sperm" I finally hit a nerve, he got wicked pissed at me. "shut the fuck up fag... you know I hate it when he fuckin beats on me, and I also hate it when he spits and pisses on me... and I think you're forgetting one very important factor... you are still my bitch, and when I'm back in shape, I'm gonna fuckin beat you senseless for what you made me do the other day, and for talkin trash to me... you fuckin little queer-boy" With that said, Robbie hung up on me, thing is... he may have denied liking the beatings he got from Donnie, and having his former friend using him as a spit bucket and urinal, but he certainly did not deny his craving for Donnie Colello's warm cum. I was tempted to call Robbie back and apologize to him, then gave it a second thought, be better if I waited a day or so, give him some time to cool his jets. Saturday morning arrived way quicker than I wanted. The last few days flew by so damn quickly. I had been given a break by Donnie, he hadn't used me the last few days of the week, why, I'm not sure, hell, I'm not even sure I was happy not being used by him during that time. I mean to be completely honest, I think I was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms from lack of protein... if there really is protein in fresh sperm. What made it even worse is that Robbie was refusing any visitors, had been since our telephone conversation, and his parents were not any help at letting me in, either. Telling me that they were not sure why, but Robbie gave them strict orders not to allow ANY friends in, not even me. So I decided to leave him alone till he was ready to call me. Even Noah was leaving me alone, only grinning at me during classes, with that `I can't wait bitch' evil smile pasted to his face whenever our eyes met. So here it is Saturday. Donnie called me at nine a.m. and informed me he was on his way over. I wasn't really awake, still in bed, and unprepared for his call. "Good morning cocksucker... how's my number two bitch doing this morning? Hope you're not still in bed, cause I'm on my way... be there in less than five... be ready" Donnie didn't even give me a chance to say that in fact I was still in bed before he hung up, not that it would have matter anyways. I rushed to throw some clothes on and ran downstairs to open the door for him, he was already at the door when I got there. Fuck man, he was looking wicked hot, like he had worked out for an hour before coming over. No jacket or sweater, just a very tight form fitting wife beater, showing of his well muscled chest and bi-ceps, a skimpy pair of bright red nylon soccer shorts that if he weren't wearing a jock would not have held his ample size package very well, as it was his bulging ample package was way more than just impressive to say the least, he was also wearing his famous sexy puma sneakers and ankle length white socks. Suddenly I was wicked horny and praying that Noah would not show. I mean seriously, it had been three days since I had tasted any juice other than orange. That may not seem such a long time to you, but consider this, a day had not gone by since my trip with Robbie that I had not been fed cum at least ONCE a day. So, I guess I couldn't help but stare, and my eyes could not decide what part of his body they most wanted to focus on. Every inch of this handsome seventeen year old well muscled jock was as sexy as hell. Noticing my own package growing within my pajamas, Donnie rolled his sexy brown eyes and snickered. "Fuck, man you just never get enough... your queer boy-friend must have a hard time keeping your appetite satisfied, eh? Here, first, put this video of Robbie in your computer...or better still... let's put it in the video recorder that's hooked up to the television, you do have one right? Then get your ass upstairs and change into something other than pajamas" Still in awe at how fucking hot Donnie was looking, I barely heard his comand, till he waved his hand in front of my face. "Earth to bitch-boy number two... you better snap out of it, fuckin fag... I may need your assistance with this little toughie, and you better fuckin record when the time is right... don't want him denying any shit once he's provided me with his service" At this point I WAS paying attention to what he was saying, and had to chuckle at his last comment. "not that I doubt your ability to get him to serve your needs... but what makes you think he is going to be ready to do that TODAY... in just a few hours I mean? Personally??? I think turning Noah into one of your bitches is gonna take months, not hours... but hey... I guess one never knows, right" I didn't want to piss Donnie off, but let's be real here, there is no way that I can see a gay bone in Noahs entire body. But then again... I would have bet a trillion dollars that there was no way in hell he could have EVER gotten Robbie Blackburn to blow him, and now my best bud is at home sulking cause someone else may get to taste Donnie's super delicious, magical sperm. The same sperm that once tasted... you can just NEVER get enough of. Donnie instead of getting pissed at my statement, just shook his handsome head slightly, and waved a finger at me. "You, my little cum-dump have no faith in me whatsoever, huh? Firstly, you said your old lady is away till Sunday night... this is Saturday morning... I have way more than just a couple of hours to convince the little fuck that he really truly does want to kiss my fuckin dick, and when he does... you my little fuckin pussy had better get it on video... then he's mine, I will own him permanently" What was he talking about, was he planning on staying here tonight, more importantly did he actually think he could convince Noah to stay over, and what about me, I don't have any say in who stays at my own house anymore? "Wait a minute, dude... who said anything about this little tirade lasting all weekend? What if my mom decides to come home early or something... and who says that Noah will even want to spend the night... ya know" Donnie placed both hands on my shoulders and without much effort slowly pushed me down to my knees then roughly shoved my entire face into the thin material covering his more than ample crotch. "This is who says so... you got an argument with it, fag" With my nose and mouth buried into his silky crotch, and being held tight with a hand on the back of my head, I had all I could do to shake my head no. Donnie gave a snicker "I didn't think so... now get up and do as I ordered, don't make me take time to fuckin slap you around today, bitch... like my precious cum, I've been saving all my strength these last few days for my newest BITCH. By the way... I brought some beer and weed over, it`s in my car... when you come back down... I want you to go out and bring it in... just a little ammunition to help me convince that dickhead he needs to KISS my dickhead" Donnie was still laughing his ass off at his own words as I got busy following his orders, placing the video in the recorder, and running upstairs to change, before going out to his car. By the time I brought in all the beer and the bag of weed, Donnie was no where to be seen, I yelled out to him but there was no reply. Only seconds later the doorbell rang... Noah had arrived. I finished putting the beer in the fridge before going to the door. As I opened the door, Noah roughly brushed passed me, nearly knocking me aside with his shoulder. "what took you so long to open the door? Figured you'd be in a hurry to blow me, fucking queer" If I thought Donnie looked hot, Noah's appearance caught me totally off guard. He too was wearing skimpy shorts, (actually they were the schools silk running shorts) He was also wearing the matching tank, and of course sneaks. If he thought that by wearing his track uniform I'd be more turned on, he was absofuckinglutely right. It was the shorts that first caught my eye, to describe them as sexy would be an understatement. They without any exaggeration highlighted his awesome bubble butt, and protruding crotch, and they also showed off his nice muscled legs as well... just what I needed. I'm somewhat embarrassed to say that another part of me was quite excited as well, and it showed, causing Noah to laugh heartily. "Damn, man you really are a fucking fag... look at you, I only been here two seconds and you're already hard" It was also quite clear that Noah had jogged over, cause his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, adding to his sexy appearance. As he looked over the house, glancing here and there, he commented on my moms décor. "Not bad, dude... your mom must take pride in your home...not mine, but then she has seven of us kids running in and out all day long, unlike your mom...you're the only kid... right" I nodded my head in agreement, not sure how he knew that I was an only child, and at the same time informing me that he had lots of brothers and sisters. He then glanced over at the staircase. "your room up there" Again I nodded my head, still somewhat speechless at seeing how sexy he actually is when in uniform. Noah just laughed and shook his head slightly. "don't know many fags... but wish this body of mine could turn the fucking chicks on half as much as it seems to be turning you on" He looked through to the kitchen, and then back at me. "so to start with... why don't you go and get me something cold to drink" I thought about the beer that Donnie brought. "I got some cold beer in the fridge... want one of those" Noah squinted his sexy eyes as if shocked by my offer. "Wait a minute, dude... You got beer? Your mom let's you have beer?... YOU SERIOUS" I had to laugh at that one myself. "of course she doesn't let me have beer... a friend of hers left it here a few days ago, and I don't even think my mom knows it's in the house to be honest with you" A huge smile spread across Noah's face. "Hell ya... I want a beer... might help loosen me up a little" I had to chuckle to myself, cause I was so sure that is exactly what Donnie was thinking when he brought it over to begin with, loosen the tough boy up a little. Prob is, by the looks of Noah's crotch and the tent that was ever so slowly growing there, I don't really think he needed much loosening up, not for getting head, that is. However, for giving head? Well that might be a different story... if he only knew. When I handed him the beer, he guzzled it half down in one swift gulp. "got more, fag? If so... go grab one or two, this one is nearly done" When I returned I was in somewhat of a shock at how fast the dude downed that first beer. He then glanced over at the staircase again, and cocked his head towards it. "What are you waiting for an invitation... let's get this on... I've been looking forward to you SUCKING ME OFF all fucking week... saved a nice load up for ya too... can never get a bitch in this town to blow me no matter how much I beg, never mind swallow ... nice to know my begging days are now over... gonna FUCK YOUR GIRLY FACE at least three times before leaving here, FUCKIN COCKSUCKER" With that, Noah turned brutal, slapping me hard in the face. Making me fall backwards, on my ass. As I rubbed the side of my burning face, a huge grin appeared on Noah. "man, this is gonna be fucking awesome... always dreamed of having rough sex... turning another person into my fucking slave... guess my dream has come true...huh? Now get up, bitch... and take your new master to his den" Of course my first thought wasn't `wow... this kid is wild on just one beer' it was more like... are you shitting me? What the fuck is up with this town? Once up in my room, Noah wasted no time in removing his sexy shirt, then pushing me backwards onto my bed, he quickly straddled my chest, placing me in a schoolboy bully pin. His thick strong thighs on each side of my face, forcing the silky thin material of his sexy running shorts to stretch, now looking more like a second skin then a pair of shorts. His entire package now protruding way more than before because of the stretched fabric was nearly covering my mouth. Noah roughly lifted my head with a fistful of my hair, and slammed a pillow under it, so that my mouth and nose were now pressed tightly against the outline of his balls and hardening dick. "Lick my fucking crotch, bitch... suck on it... see if you can get me off through my running shorts, fucking fag" As Noah sat comfortably on his new thrown, his left fist wrapped around his second bottle of beer, and his right fist wrapped around a large clump of my hair, he smiled down at me and pressed my face into his groin harder. "SUCK IT, fucking faggot... suck it.. Oh yeeaah I'm gonna be fucking loving this shit... got me a fucking bitch-boy, gonna be my slave and suck me off whenever I snap my fingers... I'm surprised Blackburn doesn't have a prob with you sucking off Colello... last I heard they weren't so close anymore. Can't say I blame Robbie for dumping that prick Colello as a bud, that dude is one fucked up mental case, he needs some serious fucking help... oooh fuck... yeeeaaah your almost there, bitch, gonna be shooting a huge fucking load in my jock any minute now" It actually didn't even take a minute before Noah began moaning like a sick cow. I meanwhile continued licking and sucking around the outline of his cock-head till the creamy liquid oozed it's way through both the jock and the running shorts as well. I was impressed that his load was so powerful that it easily made it's way through two layers of cloth. Apparently Noah wasn't the bit impressed, must have done it a thousand times before. "suck that jizz right up... eat it... ooooh fuckin aaayyy... look at you licking my fucking cum right off my crotch, fucking queer... you like that taste... huh? You like the taste of my fucking hot cum, queer-boy?... YOU BETTER LICK IT ALL UP... I want the front of my shorts cleaned by the time I leave, fuck-face" I couldn't decide if I liked the taste of filtered sperm, but I did the best I could to lick it all off his shorts. Noah continued sitting his tight bubble butt on me, his crotch still in my face, as he finished his second beer. When he finally did climb off me, he opened the third bottle of beer, and gave me another order. "Strip me, fag. Take everything off me, cept my jock" I climbed off the bed and began undoing the laces on his sneaks. But Noah had other ideas. "NO NO NO... not with your hands... untie my sneaks with your teeth... and while you're down there lick the tops of them... may as well get used to being my fucking slave" I stuck my tongue out and began licking the tops of Noah's sneakers, they were not as sexy as Donnie's Puma's, but still the idea of licking any part of this sexy dudes clothing was a turn-on. I guess you'd say that I've come along way, huh? Thanks mostly to my best bud in the world, why I still even like him... is way beyond comprehension Also thanks to Donnie Colello, even I admit today, that I am a fucking fag. The taste of Noah's sneaks after a long ten minutes, was beginning to get to me a little, and I was happy when he spoke. "ooooh fuck... this is waaaay hot... what a fucking power trip, I got me another dude laying on the ground licking my dirty fucking sneakers... fucking aaayyy... Kay, untie em, and pull em off me" After removing his sneakers, and then his running shorts, Noah was left with just his jock and socks on. Noah told me to lay on my back. Once I did, he stood over me, one socked foot on each side of my face. He then lifted his right foot and roughly placed it on top of my face, rubbing it all over my face. "Ooooh yeeaah, now lick my sweaty sock, you fucking fag... clean my socks with that queer tongue of yours, bitch" I wasn't sure which I was more pissed off at, the fact that his foot was in my face or the fact that his foot was now blocking my perfect view of his sexy full jock, as he stood directly over my head. Noah had me remove his socks for him, before opening his third bottle of beer. Of course I had to remove them with my mouth, which was a total chore all by itself, not to mention that it took forever. His cock was now solid hard again, and it looked awesome filling out his sexy jock. He ordered me up on my knees this time. Again with a bottle of beer in one hand, and a clump of my hair in the other, he proceeded to mash my face into the front of his cum sopped jock pouch. "LICK IT, BITCH... ooooh fuck yeeaah... suck my cum right outta there, you fucking queer-boy" Of course I did as ordered, and by the time he finished his third beer, he was more than ready for a REAL blow-job, his words exactly. It was clear that after three beers, Noah was beginning to feel the effects. He became a little rougher, slapping me in the face several times for no apparent reason, and without any warning, he would just haul off and bitch slap me, just cause he could I guess. Finally he had me remove his sexy jock. "Kay, fag... remove my jock for me... then kiss my balls and lick em, kiss em, lick em, kiss em, lick em, keep doing it till I tell ya to stop" Noah got such a kick out of watching another dude down on his knees in front of him, literally kissing and licking his balls. His laughter was getting loud, he just could not believe this was happening to him. "FUUUUCK... look at you... down there on your faggot knees... kissing my nuts... and lapping the sweat off em... you fucking fag" He had me busy working his nads for maybe thirty minutes, he just thought that was the most demeaning thing, that one person could do to another. Little did he know! The power that must have been surging through his mind at the moment must have been huge. When he had enough of me working his balls, he roughly jerked my head away, sending pain all through my head. "Start on my cock, bitch... again kiss and lick, kiss and lick, till I command you to go further. It was here that something odd started developing. Noah stated off in a way, apologizing for his cock not being as huge as Donnie's, but the way he was talking, it sounded kinda like Robbie, when Robbie would brag about how huge his buds cock was. "I know it's not as big as your precious Donnie's cock, maaaan... that thing is fucking huge, huh? I wish I had a dick as big as that" I tried to tell Noah that his cock was just fine... and it was, but I guessed it to be the beer talking. Because he just kept on saying. "yeah, but... Donnie's dick is sooo fucking perfect lookin... soooo perfect all over... don't you think?" Personally as much as I love what comes out of Donnie's cock, I find the cock itself too fucking big, I was kinda liking the fact that Noahs cock was actually a little smaller and easier to handle... but whatever. The other thing that was happening was that Noah stopped referring to Donnie as Colello, and started calling by his first name... I just found that to be strange kinda. "If I had a beautiful cock like Donnie's... I would be fucking choking you right now... listening to you gag like you did in his car that day...I still can't believe you had that big hot cock all in your mouth" The poor kid got his mind so worked up over the size of Donnie's dick that he began shooting his load all over my face, before I even got into really working his cock. He didn't seem too upset by it, he was just so much in awe at the fact that my face was literally covered in his thick cum. He wasn't sure what to do next, but he was sure of one thing, he wanted me to eat it. "look what you made me do, bitch... you made me shoot my load before I was ready to... but no biggie... as long as you eat it... and eat every bit of it. I want to watch you suck my cum down your fucking queer throat" With that said. Noah used his two of his finger tips to scoop up the icing on my face, and began feeding it to me. "yeeeaaah you fag, eat my cum right off my fingers then suck my fingers clean for the next scoop" I did exactly as he ordered, licking his cum right off his fingers then sucked his two fingers like I suck cock. This drove the poor kid over the edge. "Aaawwwe fuck, man... you're sucking my fingers just like you sucked Donnie's huge fuck-rod... ooooh fuck... suck on em... suck em... fucking eat my cum right off my fingers, you fucking faggot" All at once I look up at him and without him knowing it, Donnie was standing in back of him. Noah didn't even have a clue as to what the hell was happening. Donnie standing in back of him quickly placed Noah in a sleeping hold and kept him there till the poor kid was out like a light. I have to admit, as sorry as I felt for poor Noah, the scene itself was totally frigging hot. Watching Donnie's awesome arms wrap themselves around Noah's neck, and without even exerting himself, or breathing hard, Donnie put another dude in la la land. "Ok, fag I got some ties from your closet, help me tie his hands and ankles to the bed" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "WHAAAAAT? No fucking way, dude... and why the hell did you have to put him out to begin with... it's not like he even has half the strength that you have... so what the fuck... have you like totally los" A solid punch to my face prevented me from finishing my question. I swear I may have even gone out for a second. I was wicked surprised that I still had all my teeth, and that my nose was still in tact. I was pissed big time, but if I haven't learned anything else in these past few months, I should most definitely have learned not to shoot off my mouth to either Robbie or Donnie, mostly Donnie. "Dude??? I swear you love it... you absolutely have to fucking love it... cause you just don't learn... and nobody can be that fucking stupid... not even a fag like you. Now help me tie this bitch up... or I swear I will put you the fuck out along with him" Of course I helped, no way in hell was I not going to help after being threatened like that. We used the four bed posts to tie each of Noah's hands and ankles securely. Noah woke just as Donnie was finishing the left ankle. It took him a moment to figure out that he was tied down. "Hey what the fu" Just like me, Noah was silenced before being able to finish his question, only not quite in the same manner. Donnie just hopped up on the bed and planked his awesome looking soccer shorts covered butt right on Noah's face, and stayed there for a few with his arms folded across his chest, he even began to slowly grind his butt into Noah's face, till Noah stopped yelling. After a few, Donnie lifted his firm ass up off Noah's face, turned his head and looked down into the face of his future bitch. "When you promise to stop yelling and listen, I will get off you... you got it" Apparently not, because Noah began calling Donnie every name under the sun. The dude obviously had never had any run ins with Donnie in this life time, nor had he ever heard of the stories of the many beatings Donnie had so willingly handed out. Either that, or the kid was far braver than me or anyone else in school. Now, I see why Donnie felt it better to tie Noah up, obviously it was for Noah's own good. Otherwise, Donnie would have had to kill the poor kid. It was a good half hour before Noah became silent, and began tapping on Donnie's thigh, a sure sign that he had submitted... for the moment. Of course Donnie had to humiliate Noah a little before climbing off his face. He lifted his firm muscular butt up off Noah's face and insisted that if Noah really wanted Donnie off him he needed to kiss each of Donnie's butt cheeks. I was surprised with what came out of Noah's mouth at this point. "FUCK YOU... you fucking cunt... no fuckin" Plop, Donnie not only sat back down on poor Noah's face but began riding it back and forth, which I figured must have hurt some. All the while, Donnie was smiling at me, as if to say... `you see now... why he's tied up' It must have been at least forty five minutes that Noah had his entire face covered by the weight of Donnie's awesome bubble butt, before he once again tapped out. This time when Donnie raised himself up a little, Noah lifted his head and planted a wicked loud kiss on each of Donnie's beefy cheeks. Donnie through his fist in the air, as a victory sign. He was all smiles as he yelled out. " Faze One... down" He then, rather than climb off Noah, turned himself around facing his captive, with Noah now in the same school-boy bully pin that he himself had me in. Donnie's hefty package now resting on Noah's mouth was needless to say a sexy sight to behold. "so dude, listen up... cause here's how it stands... you been calling me some pretty nasty names... and I am left with a choice of either beating you to a fucking pulp... or offering you a deal... I've decided that being a nice person and not the fucking asshole that you keep referring to me as, I will give you the option. So what will it be... do I beat you to a fucking pulp... or do we make a deal?" Noah's answer was muffled by Donnie's huge balls resting on Noah's mouth. Laughing his ass off, Donnie backed up a few inches on the kid's chest. "So sorry, dude... now what was you trying to say" I had to give Noah credit... he was one brave fucking kid. "I was trying to ask if you were going to leave me tied up while beating me to a pulp... or did you plan on a fair fight" Donnie immediately looked up at me and started howling. "Do you fucking believe this kid... I mean seriously... do you fucking believe him" Donnie then looked down in the kids face and spat a huge gob of saliva right on Noah's lips. Of course the kid could not brush it away with his hands tied, and if Noah spoke, Donnie's spit would have oozed into the poor kids mouth. I stood there wondering what happens now. Donnie smiled down at Noah. "first off, dude... you seriously do not want to fight me... you wouldn't stand even a snowballs chance in hell of surviving. I mean as much as I enjoy beating the fuck out of jocks like you... I'm seriously trying to talk you out of that option... so just take the deal...ok? So what's it gonna be... of course if you really want to fight me... you'll be on your feet, not tied down like this... so what do you say... wanna make a deal?" No way was Noah going to attempt to answer with a glob of spit on his lips, even I knew that. So when he didn't respond to Donnie's question, the super jock boy did something totally mean. He leaned forward and down, so that his entire package was now on Noah's face, kinda smothering the kid. Donnie then began humping and grinding his crotch into the kids face. As mean as I thought it was... the scene gave me a wicked hard-on. I watched as Donnie continued humping and grinding the outline of his huge cock and balls all over Noah's face for a good ten minutes. When Donnie finally sat back up, number one he had a massive boner, and number two, the spit that was on Noah's lips was now all over the kids face, and on Donnie's crotch as well. Noah for the most part looked like he was about to freak out big time. Donnie just looked down at his crotch and then down into Noah's eyes. "Looks like you've made a mess of my shorts, bitch... what do you suggest we do about it? Myself, I suggest you lick it clean... unless you have a better idea" The most horrid expression took over Noah's handsome face, as he pondered the idea of licking that massive package less than an inch from his mouth. He even tried changing the subject. "I'm ready to hear about this deal you have in mind, the one you keep talking about" Donnie was too smart or too horny to let Noah get away with that trick. "Nice try punk... first you lick my fuckin crotch clean... then we'll talk about the deal... I'm gonna count to three... if I get to three... and I don't feel your mouth working my crotch... I'll fuckin smother you again... but this time it will be for a lot longer... one..." I guess Noah weighed the options of being smothered by that awesome looking basket for who knows how long, or spending a couple of moments licking it. Just as Donnie was about to say three, the kid pinned beneath him, had his tongue working the shiny thin fabric pressed tightly against Donnie's huge balls, and the out line of his weapon of mass destruction. Donnie closed his eyes and let out a nearly silent moan, as Noah's tongue pressed against the out line of the bullies dick-head. At first, when Noah's tongue came into contact with that large mushroom shaped knob, separated by only a thin layer of nylon, he immediately pulled it back, but I guess the look in Donnie's eyes when he did so... convinced Noah that he was treading on thin ice... cause Noah's tongue was back to work in a flash. I must admit the sympathy I felt for my class mate was subsiding as I watched his tongue lap away at that sexy bulge planted in his face. Noah being somewhat hesitant at first, was now fully into completing the job without any further encouragement from the bully on top of him. This I promise you did not go un-noticed by the bully himself. Afraid of scaring his future bitch away, Donnie refrained from his usual bad-mouthing and talk of trash while Noah appeared totally into servicing the crotch of our new top-jock. Thing is, within just the first moment or so, a new spot appeared on the bullies soccer shorts, coincidently right where the thick cock-head bulged out, and poor Noah didn't have a clue that it was no longer spit that his tongue was licking... at least not spit from Donnie's mouth. Donnie stared down at his captive in somewhat disbelieve at this point. He then looked up at me with the most evil grin ever, as if to say to me... `remind me to fill him in, later' After Noah had spent what he determined a decent amount of time licking Donnie's crotch, he stopped, and looked up into the bullies face. "Can I stop now, I think I got it all" I just stood there nodding my head in fucking disbelieve, asking myself, `how does Donnie do it' This kid went from Mr. macho man, calling the toughest kid at school a fucking asshole right to his face, less than an hour ago... to now meekly asking permission to stop sucking the jock-boys crotch. I seriously wasn't getting it. Donnie, immensely enjoying the power and control he now held over the dude beneath him, grabbed the back of Noah's head with both hands and brought the dudes face up into the tight bulge he had just thoroughly cleaned with his tongue. "Yeah, I guess you did ok... now kiss it... right where the head is... give it a nice wet KISS... then I'll untie you, and we'll discuss the deal" Noah, once again hesitated, but Donnie held his head firmly, the kids full face pressed tightly against the silky fabric covering the hard bulge. Donnie of course didn't like that Noah was hesitating, let's face it, no-body keeps Donnie Colello waiting. He yelled loudly at his future slave-boy. "KISS IT... you just spent fifteen minutes lickin it, what's the harm in a little kiss... you stupid fuck... I SAID KISS IT ... NOW" Sure enough, the loud mean voice, coming from the toughest bully at school did the trick. Noah kissed the out-line of Colello's thick mushroom shaped head. But as we all know by now... One sweet kiss to his pride and joy would never be enough to satisfy the schools new top-jock. Needless to say, Donnie obviously wanted more. "AGAIN... kiss it again" After several hard on kisses, Donnie roughly slammed Noah's head down on the mattress, and ever so slowly slid his ass right over the poor kids face, before dismounting his new bitch. Now standing at the side of the bed next to Noah, Donnie looked over to me. "while I'm untying Mr. tough-boy here... I want you to go get us some beers, and bring the weed" He then looked down into Noah's eyes. "Mannnn... do I have a deal for you... but first, I think you'll need to be high... before hearing it"