Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2011 22:50:46 -0700 (PDT) From: chuck h Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 23 "Boys, Buds, and Bullies" Pt. 23 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 A recap of the last few paragraphs of pt. 22 When all was said and done, tough boy Noah laid in a fetal position on my bed room floor, clutching his throat and still gagging. His new teen master stood over him, strong legs spread wide and straddling the other teens body, with his powerful fists in the air in a victory pose once again. Also once again to nobody in particular, Donnie yelled out. "Faze three... down" It took nearly an hour for Noah to return to a somewhat normal stage, but even then, he refused to look or even speak to either me or Donnie. Donnie however, was having none of that, he handed his newest bitch the phone. "here ya go... call your rents... tell em you'll be stayin over tonight... and make sure you tell em you've already had dinner" Donnie got a good chuckle from his own joke. Noah, still clutching his throat, struggled to speak. "You are a fucking asshole, and you've just proved it... you fucking promised me nobody would ever know... you also promised you wouldn't shoot off in my mouth... and that blowing you was a one time deal... so regardless of what you might think...you really are a fucking scum-bag, and I don't have a problem telling you so" You gotta give the kid creadit... he most definitely has plenty of balls. Maybe there's hope for my new hero yet. Donnie taking in all that Noah had just said, just nods his handsome head and laughs his ass off. "You seriously have got to be the bravest fuckin dude I have ever met... and I like that... I really do... which is why I'm not gonna punch your fuckin lights out right now. By the way... you're absolutely right... I did break two of my promises to you... but the rest of those promises still stand... and there is no way in hell that anyone will ever know about any of this... unless of course you refuse to do ANYTHING I order you to do... now call your rents, bitch" Boys, Buds, and Bullies Pt. 23 Noah removed his hand from his sore throat and placed it on his stomach, his face showing a wicked disgusting look. As though he had just swallowed a poisonous insect. "no way, man. I can't stay here tonight... and I think I'm going to be sick from all that fucking jizz I swallowed... what the fuck, dude... that was a lot of cum... now thanks to you, asshole, it's all floating around in my stomach ... just the thought of it... is grossing me out. I need to get outta here and go home" Donnie's happy face disappeared, replaced by his pissed off face. He approached Noah who was still on the floor, but was now sitting up. The wicked tough bully stood directly over his victim, he wrapped his left fist around a clump of Noah's hair, while his right hand was busy lowering the waistband of his sexy soccer shorts. Revealing what appeared to be one of the dirtiest jock-straps I had ever seen, and thanks to him and Robbie, I've seen way more than my share of disgusting jock-straps. Once his soccer shorts were off and on the floor next to him, Donnie once again began spreading his well muscled legs. Before tough boy Noah could determine what was happening, bully boy pressed Noah's pretty face right into that filthy jock and began rubbing the dudes face all over that huge bulge. "You just don't get it, huh? You think I'm playing a fuckin game here with you or something? Does havin your face rubbed into my dirty, smelly jock... remind you of any fuckin game you ever played before, huh... DOES IT? Let me repeat myself this one time... you either do every fuckin thing I tell you to do... or I send a copy of you sucking my dick... to every fuckin douche-bag member of your Track Team... do you fuckin understand what I'm saying to you? Do you fuckin get it, NOW? I'm telling you to call the fuckin rents and tell em you're stayin here tonight... do it NOW, BITCH" Donnie released the fist hold of Noah's hair, and backed several inches away from him, giving the dude some space to make the phone call. The disgusted expression on Noah's face after having it mashed into Donnie's fully packed, very dirty, jock, was precious. The old saying `if looks could kill' certainly applied here. But still, not a single trace of a tear. I have to admit, when it was me being yelled at and being treated that roughly, by another dude my age, I was already bawling my eyes out. Yet, Noah was proving to be no sissy, just the contrary, he's showing to be a brave sole with the courage of a jungle lion. However, even someone as brave as a jungle lion, knows when he's beaten. "Hey mom... I'm at Abe Mathews house... no you haven't met him, I just started hanging with... noooo mom... he's in some of my classes... whatever... anyway I just called to say I'm staying the night here. I will...ok... I get it... see ya tomorrow... bye" Noah then looked up at his new teenage master. "Seriously man... where's the bathroom? I think I'm gonna be sick... for real" Donnie not trusting Noah, figuring like I did, that the dude was just looking for a way out of here, wasn't allowing his newest cum-dump out of his sight. "no dude, your gonna be fine, trust me... here have another beer... always makes me feel better" The kid hesitant at first, took the beer, and after several swigs, the miraculous healing took place. Although he seemed to be feeling better, he truly wasn't any happier. "So what happens now, asshole, you gonna keep me prisoner, gonna force me to blow you one more time, gonna fuckin beat me up, tough-boy... gonna feed me your fucking disgusting jizz again, gonna...?" The poor brave lion didn't get to ask any further questions. In the midst of his last question, Donnie power punched the dude right in the gut. If he wasn't sick for real before, he was sure to have a hell of a belly ache now. Watching the kid roll over into a fetal position once again, moaning, groaning and coughing at the same time, sorta convinced me that ok, maybe this kid wasn't getting any special breaks from the bully after all. However, with what took place next, I began having doubts all over again. Donny crouched down beside the dude, and began talking calmly to him. "You know... you're doing this to yourself... I really do like you... and I do want us to be buds... but seriously man, you gotta learn to keep your mouth shut... it's only gonna get you in deep shit, I mean it, man, I don`t wanna have to beat you up and shit every time you open your fuckin mouth, ya know what I`m sayin here" The fucking bully was even brushing the kids hair out of his eyes. "the thing is... you're wrong about me forcin ya... I'm not forcin you to do anything...I gave you options... you made the choices. You were wrong about something else too... you're not gonna blow me one more time... no way, man,.... Nope.....you're gonna blow me whenever the fuck I want, as often as I want, wherever I want... the quicker you understand and accept that... the quicker we can move on... kay? Now how about we have another beer... and you can ask me whatever questions you want, and I even promise not to get mad" Donnie was talking to this dude as though they were best buds. Even gave the dude his hand and helped him up off the floor. Just when I think I know the new top-jock inside out, he pulls shit like this and confuses the hell out of me. One thing is definitely for sure, he was never this nice to Robbie or I. The two of them sat down on the edge of my bed, and looking at me, the bully grinned his wicked evil grin. "I got an idea... why don't we play that video I brought over, for my new bud here... maybe he'll feel better about his new role in life... after watchin his hero... worship HIS hero" Somehow, I didn't see Noah feeling any better, even if he sat there and watched his new teen master stand up and leave town. I mean... he just gave another dude a fucking blow-job, he sucked cock for the very first time ever, AND swallowed a freaking huge load of jizz, of course he's going to be pissed off. I started the video, and handed Donnie the remote control, so he could play whatever scene he wanted. We all sat and watched as Donnie first beat the fuck out of his former best bud, Robie. Proving for the first time, that he was now way stronger, and far more powerful than his long time buddy and school mate. It was obvious that Noah was beside himself watching his hero get pulverized over and over again, as he stared at the screen and slowly shook his head in disbelief. When the video reached the point where Robie began begging Donnie not to beat on him anymore, and begged his Alpha friend not to subject him to anymore pain, we heard Noah whisper. "Holy shit... what the fuck?" When the video proved once and for all, that Robie not only begged Donnie to allow him to be Donnie's bitch, but also showed Robbie worshiping all of Donnie's hot muscles, Noah was totally beside himself. A once very loyal fan, he voiced his disappointment a bit louder. "Fucking aaaayyyy! What the hell happened to him? He`s a fucking wimp, aawwe man, I've got a fucking muscle he can frigging worship... and I can't wait to shove it in his face" Then when the video clearly showed Robbie begging for Donnie's precious sperm, while promising to be his new cum-dump, and then showed Noah's hero not only sucking cock, but happily eating Donnie's copious cum-loads, a much louder response was heard from Robie's former fan. "WHAT A FUCKING PUSSY, who the fuck begs to eat another dudes cum, and look at him go at it. Man, I seriously never knew he was such a fucking FAGGOT! He is so fucking pathetic... watching this makes me want to use the fag as a fucking punching bag" Like my mom always says, the proof is in the pudding, pardon the pun. Donnie now with his arm over Noah's shoulder, pressed his mouth to his new buds ear, as though he was going to whisper, and yet spoke loud enough for me to hear. "Need anymore proof than that? Looks like you owe me, but since you're going to be my little fuckin slave-bitch, and do anything and everything I say from here on... well... I guess that makes whatever you would owe me... well, kinda obsolete, huh?" Donnie without further ado, gently, slowly, but firmly pressed on Noah's head with his forearm. Then replacing the forearm with his strong hand, Donnie continued pushing his new buds face down into the wicked dirty, wicked soiled, wicked packed, jock pouch. "LICK it... ya bitch... SUCK those fuckin stains right outta there... do it for your new bud, do it for your new MASTER." When at first, Noah, deliberately and disobediently failed to do as he was ordered, Donnie took further control. The bully wrapped his left fist into a patch of Noah's blond bushy hair, and pulled up on the kids head. "don't get me wrong, man. I really do fuckin love how brave you are, I really do... but let's not get carried away with it...kay? Now do as I say... or not only will I send out those videos like I promised.... But... I will also punch your fuckin lights out. So don't fuckin push me... now, go ahead cum-breath... lap awaaaay... come-on, bitch... give that pouch some warm tongue... yeeaah, pick a stain... any stain... and clean it reeeaal good...then we'll take a lil break... kay?" I guess that Noah just needed a little reminder of what was at stake here. Within seconds after being warned, and even with a clump of his hair still being tightly held by Donnie's fist, he soon lowered his face, totally on his own, down onto Donnie's full package. Noah then stuck out his tongue and began to lick, at first he would hesitate in between licks, then he slowly but steadily brushed his tongue over a patch of his young masters disgusting jock-strap as though it were a popsicle. A long lap here, another long lap there. During the first moments of dirtying his tongue, he would stop, lift his head and beg Donnie. "please dude... that's pretty fucking gross... please find something else for me to do... please?" Showing zero sympathy towards his new cocksucker, Donnie, just snickered. "of course I'll find something else for you to do... my little cum-bucket... but all in good time, bitch... all in good time" Donnie then slammed Noah's cute face back down onto the thick out-line of his pride and joy. After spending several moments, and often making horrible distorted facial expressions, Noah began picking up a little speed. Soon after, he was aggressively slurping on the sweat, cum and pissed stained jock. Within moments, Donnie's new bud was soaking the tight fabric with his saliva, outlining the bullies nine plus inches of fine seventeen year old, totally straight, jock-boy, cock. With the thin fabric becoming totally transparent from Noah's wet saliva. It wasn't long before that beautiful sexy head of Donnie's power-tool showed itself as clearly as if it were out in the open air. Donnie praised his new bitch. "good job, cunt... it's coming along... wow, look, you did a pretty fucking thorough job on that particular spot... didn't ya? You must really fuckin love that powerful knob, eeeh? Go ahead, man... I don't mind if you wanna kiss it again... that seems to be the norm with you bitches, once you taste it... you just can't get enough of that fuckin head... and what coms out of it, huh?" Noah's face now a wicked bright red, of course denied any love whatsoever for his powerful young masters sex organ. "shut the fuck up, asshole! You told me to lick the fucking filthy jock... I only did what you demanded. So don't go trying to make it appear as though I did this totally on my own. Further more... no way do I have any fucking desire to kiss that fucking head again... never mind loving anything that comes out of it... so just shut the fuck up... it's bad enough I have to do this shit... I shouldn't have to listen to your fucking crap, too" If Noah was trying to piss Donnie off with his outrage, he failed miserably. The bully doubled over laughing his ass off, trying hard to speak through his laughter. "Fuck, dude... you are too fuckin... much... You crack me up... I knew... you were gonna be... a hard nut... to crack... good thing I've got me.... some awesome insurance, huh?" It was becoming increasingly clear that Donnie really did like this dude. Because, if he didn't, he would have been all over this kid by now... beating him fucking senseless. Noah may not have gotten any pleasure from cleansing the bullie's disgusting tight jock, but he really was doing an awesome job, none the less. Of course Donnie was totally getting off on having another straight teens face, busy, sucking the old cum, and piss stains, right out of his soiled, well worn, jock-strap, while at the same time, brushing his straight as nails, macho, jock-boy tongue, all over the outline of Donnie's wicked thick power-tool. "Ooooohhh yeah... what a fuckin hot scene... and it fuckin feels awesome too, having that bitch tongue pressed so tight against my cock... you goooo, bitch" At hearing those words, Noah stopped licking, and tried pulling his head up off the bullies well packed pouch. Of course the tough bully would have none of that, tightening the fist hold of Noah's hair and pressing firmer down on his head, mashing the poor kids face harder onto the now wicked saliva and stain covered, jock. "You just keep sucking up that slime... I'll tell you when you can take a break... you fuckin cunt" The break that Donnie was referring to, did not come along for another half hour or so. Noah now looking totally defeated, his lips and nose looking a bit messy to say the least, and his eyes looking a wee bit tired, sat there in a trance like state. A some what satisfied Donnie, standing over his new bitch, had an expression that showed a feeling of triumph. The half smile, half smirk on his face only broadened, once he got a good look at the wiped out, pitiful looking Track Stars face. Still filled with tons of energy himself, no way was the bully going to allow his new straight cocksucker, to get a much needed nap. "Hey come-on, man, wake up... let's get you into the shower... you look fuckin disgusting. I mean it dude, no way do I want those slimy lips sucking on my precious cock" Donnie looked over at me. "help me get this dude into the shower... then maybe if you got in there with him, bathed him, and gave him one of your awesome blow-jobs, it'll help bring him back to life" I wont bore you all with the details of what took place in the shower, between myself and Noah. That is not what this chapter is all about. However, I will say this much, after me washing the dudes body all over, the blow-job thingy took forever. Why? Because the poor kid was just not into it. I had to lick, suck, and literally massage the dude's dick over and over again, before he even got hard. Even after the shower and blow-job, Noah's body and mind was still somewhat dysfunctional, asking his new teen master if he could get a little shut-eye. "Please, dude... can I please lay down for a while... just for a little bit... please?" Donnie just gave his bud an evil grin and shook his head. "No way, dude. The party is just starting... here have another beer, and I'll get us another joint. It's only five thirty, I mean fuck... it's not even dark out there yet... we have like all fuckin night to go" Donnie went to his bag of weed, and not only pulled out another couple of joints, but he also pulled out another jock, and not just any old jock, this jock was black leather, with a zipper going up the front. I was a little wierded out to say the least, a fucking black leather jock???? Come onnnn. Of all the totally weird thoughts going through my mind, the ones that I kept asking myself over and over, was where did he even get this thing, and secondly, wasn't he getting just a little fucking carried away with this master shit. Before lighting up the joint, Donnie removed the well worn jock he was wearing, and slipped into the leather one. He looked over at me and Noah to catch our reactions, but the poor Track Star was in lala land, and didn't even have a clue of what was taking place. I, on the other hand found myself in two different worlds. One world found me drooling at the wicked hot sight of the well muscled bully, now standing across from me posing, while dressed in only white ankle socks, and a wicked sexy thong like, leather jock-strap. Showing off his well muscled legs and beautiful tight bubble butt. My other world however had me questioning the hot bully. "REALLY?????" Donnie gave me a kind of childish like giggle. "what's the prob dude? You don't like how this fits me? You don't appriciate my taste in fassion? WHAT IS IT?" I figured since he was asking, I could answer him truefully. "Actually, I find your wardrobe wicked sexy... but don't you think that it's a wee bit much? Just maybe... your roll as master... has finally gone to your head? I mean... like... where's the fucking whip and leather boots, and shit?" Donnie cracked up big time at that remark, I just simply shook my head slowly, and said a silent prayer for the poor bastard laying on my bed, in lala land. I then watched as Donnie first sounded a little pissed. "I specifically told that bitch, no napping... and look at him... he's out like a light... fucking cunt" He then went to the bed, grabbed a tight fistful of Noah's hair and literally dragged him off the bed. Forcing the poor kid to go crashing to the floor. Noah had no clue what the hell hit him, as he lay on the floor, rubbing the side of his head. He then looked up at his new master, standing over his head, in a straddling position. A strong foot on each side of his face. I watched Noah's reaction to seeing the tough teen bully wearing the tight fitting black leather jock. The poor kid literally had to rub his eyes, must have thought he was having a fucking night-mare or something. Donnie, looked down at the newest member of his Harem, then placed one of his stockinged feet right on top of Noah's face. "LICK IT... you fuckin bitch! Didn't I tell you no fuckin nap?... now open that fuckin mouth of yours and start licking... or I swear... I'll friggin shove this foot right down your cocksucking throat... you fuckin bitch" With his new young master yelling obsenities at him, and appearing to be wicked pissed off, Noah, for once did not heasitate to follow the bullies command. He placed both hands around Donnie's muscular calf, and began licking the bottom of the white ankle socked foot of our schools top-jock. I can say this much in Donnie's defense, although he prefers to keep his jock-straps from being washed (for what reason... I swear I'll never know) his remaining duds are always clean. Now with that said, though his socks may have been clean when he put them on that morning, I have no doubt that they would have been a trite moist, as they usually are, with Robbie and I both witnesses to that. Donnie, looking down at his newest addition to his bitch list, was grinning from ear to ear, totally enjoying the feeling of absolute power and the control he obviously now has on this wicked cute, wicked brave, not to mention wicked straight, school jock. Noah, meanwhile, couldn't keep his eyes off the well packed leather pouch. I'm sure his curiosity was at it's peak, yet somewhat hesitant to even ask, `what the hell is that all about' The thing is, his teen master caught the quizzical expression plastered all over Noah's face, and with his grin turning even broader, was more than willing to allow his new bitch a taste of the object of his curiosity. After nearly thirty minutes of sucking the cotton covered soles and toes of the bullies feet, Donnie fell to a crashing thump atop Noah's chest. With his well muscled thighs spread wide, and pinning the Track Stars arms with his shins, Noah was now in a head straddling schoolboy pin, and not just an old fashioned school-boy pin, but a face smothering pin that had the bullies full leathered package laying heavily atop Noah's face. Donnie obviously feeling the power as it surged through his mind, began gyrating his strong hips, humping the poor kids face, while laughing heartily. "Oooooh yeeeaaah... how's this feel... my balls wrapped in tight leather... riding your fuckin face, bitch" The totally uncomfortable and embarrassing position Noah now found himself in, reignited his bravery. With arms tightly pinned and his legs as his only weapon, he tried raising them several times in hopes of maybe wrapping them around Donnie's head and bringing the bully down. But unfortunately, his brave tactic failed again and again, and again, his only acomplishment was to humor the top-jock even more so,causing Donnie to laugh uncontrollably. An already exhausted and now totally wiped-out Noah, finally gave in to the humiliation, and suddenly just laid there like a rag-doll, his body now completely limp, as Donnie continued riding and humping his cute face. It's funny, little did Noah realize that by laying there doing absolutely nothing, it would agitate the bully more so than him fighting and trying to over throw the top-jock. Donnie, probably more so than Robie, prefers it when a dude fights back, it's simply a power thingy. Donnie loves it when another dude trys his damndest to overpower him, just so he can feel the high that rushes through his body, as he totally, and most often effortlessly, dominates the other dude, in what he believes to be, a fair fight. After nearly twenty minutes of humping the poor dudes face, and now feeling no movement from the body laying beneath him, Donnie lifts himself up. Stands, and snears into Noah's eyes. "Get up, bitch... break's over... I feel THE NEED for another sweet blow-job. However, this time we're gonna take it nice and slow... I want you to learn to ENJOY the TASTE of my BIG COCK, inside your mouth... I want you to learn to ease your throat muscles so that you can FEEL it PENETRATE the entrance to your throat. Yeeaah! I want you to learn to enjoy the FEEL, of my BIG POWERFUL cock... while it's FUCKING your FACE nice and slow" When Noah tried without much success lifting himself up off the floor, Donnie roughly helped him and along with my help, we lifted the limp body up off the floor, and placed him on my bed. Donnie adjusted Noah's position on the bed, so that his head was hanging over the edge. He then stood in front of the splayed out dude's head, facing the feet, and lightly palmed his huge protruding basket, using his fingertips, he slowly and very lightly began at his huge balls, then moved ever so slowly up the length of the leather confined shaft, till he reached the outline of his bulbous head. Using his index finger, Donnie slowly made circles around the massive outline. With his new bitch-boys full attention, and his eyes focused on his masters recent activity, the bullies evil grin broadened, as his reached his fingertips inside the waistband. Now using his fingers to connect to the real thing, he began massaging that beautiful huge knob. It wasn't long after that, a silent Donnie with his mischievous eyes still penetrating those of Noah's, suddenly moved his fingers from the head of his power-tool, straight to Noah's sexy lips. "open up, bitch. I am allowing you a little appetizer before the main meal" The well muscled bully then inserted his two pre-cum flavored fingers into Noah's unwilling mouth, and left them there. "yeah, taste that, you fuckin wimp. Just a little teaser of what's to cum" Donnie laughed at his own words, before giving his slave-boy a new command. "K, now I want you to suck, like you sucked my dick a while ago" I totally expected some sort of fight from Noah at this point. Yet he laid there passively, and watched with glazed eyes, as his young teenage jock-boy master, began inserting his strong fingers inside the mouth of his new bitch-boy. Donnie continued grinning while staring down into the defeated eyes of his prey. I felt bad for this brave, straight as nails jock, but I suddenly remembered a saying my mom often uses when someone has caused their own misery. `You've made your bed, and now you must lay in it' I think that if the poor dude had any strength remaining he would have obviously used it, but then, at what cost? What punishment would it have gotten him? In any case, he laid there submissively, while his new young master at first slowly, and then roughly, finger-fucked his warm mouth. Other than a look of total disgust on Noah's cute face, he seemed to accept his new role and refrained from fighting this new assault. Allowing, without a fight, his tormenter to brutally thrust his two index fingers in and out of his mouth, and then at times let them set, while demanding that they literally be sucked on, for minutes at a time. The interesting thing here is that straight-boy Noah obliged his new young master willingly, without so much as a fuck-you. After nearly twenty minutes of having his two fingers worshiped, Donnie decided it was high time for his new bitch to worship the real McCoy, once again. With Noah's head still hanging over the edge of the bed, Donnie lowered his leather jock to the floor. Then as an act of dominance, he held his thick nine plus inches over his bitches face. "look at that hunk of muscle... it sure is a beauty isn't it? Bet you can't wait to taste it once again...huh" When the bully did not get a response to his questions, he began to roughly slap Noah's face over and over again, not with an open hand this time, but with his hard as steel cock, simply as a means to humiliate, and to show off his dominant role. I could not help but wonder what might be going through Noah's mind, while for the first time in his young life, he laid submissively... while being pistol whipped in the face, by another dudes hard cock. With a wicked triumphant grin pasted to his handsome face, Donnie slammed his hard power-tool into the cute face laying beneath him... countless times, before ordering his newest slave-boy to open up. "next time I ask you a question... you better think twice before ignoring me... or it will be my fucking fists pounding you in the face... and not my dick. Now open your fucking cumbucket, bitch" Again surprised from the lack of fight coming from the tough and very brave Track-star, I simply shook my head slowly, and watched as Noah obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could. With his eyes half opened, as though he would be falling off to sleep any minute, Noah looked up at the large beautiful cock-head now approaching his opened mouth. Preparing himself to be literally face-fucked a second time by the seventeen year old kid he was hoping to be friends with. With Noah's head hanging over the edge of the bed, and his mouth opened wide, it would make an easy entrance for Donnie's huge cock. The bullies plan was, by using this method, he would have an easier access straight into his new bitches throat. Something I'm sure Donnie learned from one of his older brothers. Thing is? It worked. With one very smooth thrust of his strong hips, Donnie was literally balls deep inside Noah's mouth, with said balls now resting on the chin of his latest conquest. As for Noah, he began thrashing around like he had just swallowed a baseball bat. With his tight throat now plugged wall to wall with another dudes thick nine inches, and his nose buried deep into a bush, with an aroma all of it's own, he found that his breathing ability was no longer an ability at all. With his eyes now wide open, in fact nearly bulging out of their sockets, and his fists tightened, he began pounding on Donnie's well muscled thighs. Who said there was no fight left in him? Although just seconds ago he was ready to fall asleep, the dude was far from lala land at the moment. In fact, I found myself giving thanks that my face was not even close to the vicinity of Donnie's strong legs and Noah`s mighty fists. The seventeen year old Super Boy kept his ram-rod as deep as it could possibly go, as he grinned his evil grin down into Noah's pitiful eyes. "well, well, well, looks to me like you've got a mouthful... my lil piglet! And just what is it that you are so anxious to tell me, huh? Are you trying to tell me how much you love the feel of my power-tool implanted in your tight throat... is that what you're trying to tell me? Is that it? You trying to tell me how wicked awesome it feels? Well for once I'm gonna have to agree with ya... it does feel fucking awesome... doesn't it? But, if with all this thrashin around, you`re trying to ask for more... well, I`m sorry to say you have it all... unless you wanna try and fit my balls in there with it." After only a couple of moments, but what must have felt like an eternity to Noah, Donnie slowly pulled his thick cunt-basher all the way out, allowing Noah a brief intermission, a moment of relief. As the poor kid laid there coughing, gagging, and sputtering, he at least stopped pounding on his young masters legs. A smiling Donnie couldn't resist aggravating his slave-boy just a wee bit more, before power slamming the dudes sore throat once again. "So be honest with me, bitch... that was a much better fit this time around, don't ya think? I mean to me... it seemed to fit like a glove. You sure you don't suck cock on a daily basis... cause I gotta tell ya... you took all nine and a half inches like a champ. I mean it... even pounding your fists against my legs cause I didn't have more to give ya. Anyways, let me put it back into it's new hole, before you get pissed off and start whining" Once his master blaster was buried all the way, as deep as it could possibly go, with his massive balls slapping Noah's chin non stop, Donnie gave his new bitch a face fucking so extreme, our High School Track Star would remember it if he lived to be a hundred. Using his strong hips, and a little help from his well muscle butt, Donnie began pumping his thick power-tool with an unbelievable force. Fucking the scull of his new bud with a vengeance. With his young muscular legs spread wide, the schools' new top-jock, power slammed his thick cock into the tight throat of his new bitch, mercilessly. It was still a good ten minutes after blasting his sweet tasting baby seed into Noah's mouth, before the hot looking bully pulled his now limp master blaster completely free of it's new favorite hole. If I thought that Noah was a wiped out mess earlier, now he was close to resembling a well used blown-up doll, with a trickle of white creamy cum oozing from the edge of his lips. There was no fight left in him, not even an argument, as he laid like a corpse on the bed, with his head still hanging over the edge. Donnie on the other hand was full of piss and vinegar, as my mom would often say when I would be full of energy, and hyper as hell. With a grin covering his entire face, and his awesome looking body covered in a light sheen of sweat, he was far from needing a rest. Pulling Noah's limp body to the center of the bed, then straddling the dudes nude chest, Donnie used his index finger to wipe up the dribble of cum from the lips of his latest conquest, pried open Noah's mouth, and inserted the cum covered finger deep inside. "Can't have you wasting this stuff... especially since you begged for it and all... now be a good little bitch and suck my finger, yeeaahhh, clean it real good like you did my cock-head a moment ago" I could only assume that Noah was with it enough to understand orders, from the new smirk on Donnie's lips, and the nearly audible whisper being uttered by him. "That's it, faggot... suck that awesome sperm right down into your fuckin cocksuckin throat. You're learning to please your master, and that's a good sign. Now I'm gonna remove my finger from your mouth... and I want you to use that warm tongue of yours to clean the sweat from my balls, and while you're at it... may as well suck my pubes clean too, bitch. Tell ya what... you do a good job licking my pubes clean... I'll let you do the same to my pits right after... sound good? Yeah, we're moving right along here... you'll be worshipping my entire body before you leave here tomorrow" Not sure exactly when it was that a nearly comatose Noah, came back to life. It may have been when his schoolmate master insisted on having his sexy looking bush cleaned, or it could have been the thought of licking the school bullies arm pits, or just maybe it was when he heard himself being referred to as a FAGGOT for the very first time in his seventeen years. Whatever it was that caused his resurrection, he began shaking his head violently, forcing Donnie to press his well muscled thighs to the sides of Noah's handsome face, with a vice like grip holding the dudes head steady. "WHAT? You don't like what you've become... and from here on will be called??? Get used to it, FAGGOT. You've already given me a couple of decent blow-jobs... you've LICKED my balls, You've SWALLOWED my fuckin jizz, LICKED my fuckin jock, even buried your nose and lips in my pubes, and you don't think you're a fuckin fag... ya right! Now you fuckin lick my pubes clean... or I swear, half the school will learn your new trade... BETTER STILL... I HAVE SOMETHIN EVEN BETTER FOR YOU TOO PRACTICE ON...you fuckin queer " Before the poor kid could even say one word In his own defense, Donnie turned himself around and roughly sat himself on top of Noah's face. Now with his nose and mouth smothered by the well muscled bullies bubble butt, And no way to fight back, Noah's only means of battling the situation he was in, was once again his fists, which he used as best he could under the circumstances. Donnie made himself comfortable, obviously totally enjoying the feel of Noah's nose and lips pressed tightly to his butt crack. He did however find it within his heart to allow his new bitch a moment of breathing time. At least once every two to three minutes he would lift his tight butt up off the dudes face, gave him a moment to catch his breath, then slam his cute bubble butt back down as hard as he could, totally ignoring the somewhat weak punches to his legs and thighs. After totally humiliating his boy-bitch for nearly a half hour, and long after Noah gave up on using his fists on Donnie's legs, the bully raised his butt and asked if the fag was ready to continue his training. "so fag, you ready to go on with your training... or would you prefer to stay right where you are for another hour or more? Ya know... it makes no difference to me either way... so you decide" Of course Noah was more than ready to relinquish his humiliating position, even if it meant more humiliating abuse, after all, nothing in his mind could possibly be more humiliating than the position he was now subdued in. "ok, I'll do what you say... just get the fuck off my face, you freaking dick-head" I just stood there shaking my own head, wondering if this poor dude would ever learn. I once again expected Donnie to use this dude as a human punching bag, probably beating him to a pulp. Yet once again, he just laughed as he has done most of the times Noah had bad mouthed him. "I have to give you credit , man... you DO have one hell of a set of balls on you. I could easily use my fist to put you out in a fucking heart-beat... with just one punch... and I know... that YOU know... that is a fact... yet you keep shooting your fucking mouth off... so for doing so... I want you to fuckin beg me to continue training you as my personal BITCH, otherwise... I was pretty damn comfortable right where I was" Donnie now had Noah's full attention, even if it did take him a couple of moments to start his begging. "ok... will you please continue training me... to be your bitch" "you forgot to address me as MASTER" The dude just hung his head in humiliation, then obediently, he offered his apology in a very submissive tone. "I'm sorry sir... please allow me to refraze my question. Would you be so kind master... to continue on with my training as your bitch?" The question and words may have had a slightly sarcastic tone to it, but Donnie allowed that to slide... for the moment. A smiling Donnie, patted, then ruffled Noah's bushy blond hair in a playful manner. "See? He's not as wild and uncontrollable as he leads you on to believe... deep inside... he truly does want to be my little BITCH... dontcha, FAGGOT" As the night went on, a totally exhausted Noah, kept his cool, as he struggled along with the difficult and obviously extremely humiliating bitch training. He was taught by a relentless young master, to use his tongue to clean Donnie's pubes, balls, feet, pits, and even Donnie's piss-slit. Also, as the night went on, he successfully gave his young master two more blow-jobs, and was even trained to thank his tormentor, after each full load of thick creamy cum had settled in his belly. It was nearly four in the morning, by the time Donnie allowed his new bitch to finally get some over due and well deserved rest. He was allowed to sleep till close to eight a.m. before he awoke to a heaviness on his chest, neck and chin. When he opened his sleepy eyes, and as his eyes crossed, he was greeted by one of the most beautiful cock-heads one had ever seen, laying there atop the bridge of his nose. He also had a wicked heavy ball-sack resting on his chin. Looking up into a pair of smiling eyes, his first thought was of course, `what the fuck' but unfortunately with a wicked sore throat, he was unable to speak the words that were really on his mind. "Good morning, FAGGOT... thought I'd feed you breakfast first... then we can continue with your training....Sound good to you, cunt" After eating his first morning load of his seventeen year old masters sweet sperm, he was ordered to spend some time worshiping Donnie's feet. "K, bitch... time to become more familiar with my feet... I want you to suck my toes, lick between each one, then SUCK each toe some more. By the time you finish... I'll be ready for another one of your sweet blow-jobs... before you leave here today, I can promise you this... you'll be a pro at SUCKING COCK, FAGGOT" With an obviously overly embarrassed Track Star worshipping the feet of another jock, Noah continued licking between the strong toes of his young master, then sucking each one individually as he had done with the powerful dudes dick. I was fully aware of the mass amount of humiliation Noah was living with at the moment. With Donnie sitting at my computer sideways, wearing his dirty jock rather than the leather one, his legs spread, and with his new bitch-slave now kneeling in front of him, with his head down on the floor at his masters feet, Donnie set in motion a new set of rules for his new bitch-boy to follow. "Listen up bitch, cause here is how it's gonna be from now on. When I give you an order to do something, before following through with it, you must always ask for permission first, before obeying that particular order, for example, if I say get down on your knees, you will reply, may I get down on my knees for you, master? If I say kiss my big balls, you will reply, may I kiss your big balls master? So on and so on... you understand what I'm sayin? This rule will apply forever, and wherever we are, not just for today... got it?" A confused and pissed off Noah just knelt there between the spread legs of his new master, a young powerful bully his own age. While obediently listening and taking it all in, the humiliation was clearly written all over his face. "So let's get started. First I want you to kiss, and then lick the huge bulge of my filthy jock-strap... now go ahead and do it" Noah as usual, hesitated, but not for nearly as long as he once did. "may I kiss the pouch of your jock-strap, master" Donnie with a most definite triumphant grin plastered on his face, gave his permission. "Sure, go ahead, bitch, since you asked so nicely... you may kiss the front of my filthy jock" Once again, a brief hesitation, then with a heavy sigh, Noah kissed his teen masters wicked soiled jock, his lips pressed tightly against the protruding outline of Donnie's cock and balls. He then proceeded to lick the outline of the large oval eggs hidden slightly, behind a thin layer of disgusting looking cotton, one at a time. Thinking that he was indeed pleasing his new bud, what happened next, shattered any hopes for him of ever doing so. Donnie held back his right hand and then sent that opened hand crashing into the side of Noah's face. A power slap that nearly knocked the poor dudes head right off his shoulder. "You only asked permission to kiss my jock... not lick it... now here's the problem, although I can totally understand how EAGER you are to LICK and SUCK my balls, you simply need to ask permission first, and then wait till I offer it, before you take that liberty... you do understand... right? ... I mean... it is a pretty simple rule" The totally straight High School Track Star, now with a bright red hand print on the left side of his face, was now wide awake, I had no doubt about it. I thought I may have even witnessed a small teardrop for the very first time, but if so, it was totally alone, no other tears had shown themselves. Also, no mouthy words or cockiness was uttered, only a sad, bewildered facial expression, allowing me to believe that maybe Donnie was actually beginning to break this dude. I guess the bully himself even expected some sort of backlash from the wicked tough teen, as he sneered down into the dudes pitiful eyes. "Do you understand the rules now, BITCH... if so... let's try again, kiss, and then lick the full pouch of my fucking jock-strap, FAGGOT" Once again, the teen jock-boy asked his new teen master an extremely humiliating question. "may I kiss and then lick your full jock-strap, master?" Donnie with a huge fucking triumphant smile plastered across his handsome face, nodded. "sure, if that will make you happy, go for it... BITCH" I promise you, there was no mistake this time. An obedient slave-boy asked for the permission necessary, and once given, he gave the full outline of the nut-sack a sweet kiss, then kissed the outline of each oval egg separately, after which, he began licking the full front of the dirty athletic-strap of our schools top-jock. The ecstasy now showing on Donnie's face was quite clear, as he closed his eyes ever so slightly, and enjoyed the moment for what it was. Once back on earth, the bully gave another command to his bitch-boy. "yeeaahh! My little bitch is learning real quick now... and that's a good sign... so let's move on... I want you to now kiss and then lick the outline of that awesome looking cock-head of mine, then take that jock covered knob inside your queer mouth and suck it real good" Hesitating again, but yet very briefly, a sad looking Noah, closed his eyes for only a few seconds, as if he were making a silent wish, that when he re-opened them, the obscene view right above his face, would be gone. Unfortunately for the head of our schools Track Team, his wish was unfulfilled. "may I kiss, and then lick your awesome looking cock-head through that filthy jock, master" With a wide smirk covering his lips, a triumphant Donnie gave his slave-boy a nod. "request granted... my little bitch" All the while Noah knelt and sucked the outline of that awesome looking cock-head right through the dirty jock, he would occasionally pull his lips away from it, and look up at a merciless young master and plead with him. "Come-on, man... can I please stop now?" Of course the answer was always the same. "that's a negative, keep sucking, cunt" With Donnie's wicked hard-on stretching the well soiled jock big time, I knew it wouldn't be long before Noah found himself taking in another mouthful of Donnie's fresh seed. Donnie being the bad-boy-bully that he is, had his own plan for feeding his new bitch-boy another load. It wasn't enough that he had been given head by this straight jock a total of five times so far, and it hadn't even been twenty four hours yet. He wanted, no let me rephrase that, he NEEDED to add humiliate this poor dude to the max, before Noah was to leave. So with Noah sucking the bullies cock, jock-strap and all, Donnie began thrusting his hips, while holding on to a tight clump of bushy blond hair. "Ya... get ready, bitch. Gonna give you a load that's been filtered through my never-washed-jock... ya, ... you're gonna suck my warm juice right outta my lucky cock supporter... ooooh fuuuckkkk... ya... suck that fuckin sperm right outta there, FAGGOT" With Noah trying desperately to pull his opened mouth away from the seeping spooge, Donnie did his part by holding on to the back of Noah's head with every ounce of muscle in those awesome looking arms. When the wicked erotic scene was finally over, and Noah was allowed to once again fall to the floor, between the well developed legs of his tormenter, I'm sure that in his mind, the much disgusting chore was over and done. However, in the mind of the tough bully in charge, that would be a NEGATIVE. Donnie stood over the once straight dude, his feet planted on each side of Noah's head, an evil grin appearing on his otherwise handsome face. "I bet you liked that... how did that load taste... huh? I thought you might want to try tasting my cum with... let's say... a little seasoning added to it" I watched on, as Donnie stood there and removed his so-called lucky jock. I watched as he slowly tuned it inside out, the evil grin still planted on his face. I shook my head in disgust, knowing what was to happen next to the poor bitch laying there between tough-boy Donnie's legs. With the jock now turned inside out, and wet with a nice size glob of cum clinging to the pouch, I watched with a feeling of pity for this poor dude, who chose on his own accord to become Donnie's newest conquest. The well muscled seventeen year old top-jock, squatted down, and then straddled Noah's upper chest, pinning the dudes arms beneath Donnie's knees, without so much as a flinch coming from the totally wasted form beneath him. "well... would you look at this... you didn't finish your lunch... and here I worked so hard preparing it for ya. Wellllll... whaddaya have to say for yourself...huh" Noah didn't even attempt to move, never mind answer. I figured his mind was totally shot by now. He just laid there looking up at the tougher jock sitting on him. Didn't even flinch when he was informed of his next degrading duty. Donnie inched himself closer to his slave-boys head, with his thick beautiful knob now resting on Noah's chin. "Open up, bitch... if you wanna grow up to be strong like me... you need to eat all your proteins... we can't have you shrugging off even a tiny bit of them... now can we?... I don't think so" Without even attempting to fight back or even curse the tougher jock sitting on top of him, Noah just laid there in a mental fog, while Donnie pried the weaker dude's mouth open... and stuffed the jizz covered, dirty pouch inside. "Now I want you to suck on that... while I sit here on top of you and watch... I think maybe twenty to thirty minutes should do it... providing you start sucking on it right now, fuckin fag" That was a few hours ago, it was now nearing three in the afternoon. Noah had by now given his master a total of eight blow-jobs since arriving yesterday morning. At this moment, tough-boy Donnie is teaching his new bud some wrestling moves. He has his new bitch in a reversed figure four head scissors hold, with Noah's face literally pressed against Donnie's awesome bubble butt. Donnie's been busy for the past hour or so teaching his new bud a few tight holds, all very humiliating holds, of course. Meanwhile, the poor bitch-boy is still pretty much a totally spaced out rag-doll, just allowing the stronger jock to use him however Donnie wants, and Donnie wants nothing more than to break this poor kid one hundred percent. "This move is awesome if you want to totally humiliate your opponent, I use it as often as I can... ya, I love watchin his teammates watch HIM as he kisses my ass. Just like you're gonna do now... go ahead, fag... I wanna feel those queer lips of yours give a nice long kiss to my awesome lookin ASS... NOW" Donnie flexed his thigh muscles tightly against the sides of Noah's head, just as a little extra persuasion to his new bud. Sure enough, Noah got the hint, and kissed his seventeen year old masters strong bare bubble butt a number of times, before Donnie was totally satisfied. I reminded Donnie that we needed to wrap this up, not having a clue what time my mom might arrive home. He wasn't happy with bringing his bitches training to an end, but he none the less agreed. " So whaddaya say, fag... you wanna go home now" For the first time since early morning, a totally wiped out Track Star Jock, actually showed some life, as his eyes opened fully, he nodded his head, and whispered. "yes please" This brought a wide grin to Donnie's face. "So tell me... did you have a good time? You happy... knowing that you're leaving here with a belly full of my cum... you gonna miss having my fuckin beautiful cock in your mouth...huh" I have to hand it to Donnie, he sure knows how to burst some ones bubble. The poor dude, lost what little bit of renewed life that had miraculously appeared, in just a few short seconds. Just as I was about suggest to Noah that he use the bathroom in my room to freshen himself up, his young master had other plans. Donnie walked over and stood in front of Noah, and whispered. "get down on your knees, faggot...I want some answers before you leave here" If I had any doubts of our schools Track Star being totally defeated, and broken, they were soon laid to rest. With out a fight or an argument, and with only a heavy sigh, Noah slowly dropped to his knees in front of Super-Boy. Donnie with a wicked huge triumphant grin on his puss, began asking the most humiliating questions. "Tell me, what are you to me?" Hesitating for just a second or so, Noah whispered his answer. "I'm your bitch" "You're fucking right you are... and what am I too you?" Again hesitating, yet still very briefly, Noah again whispered his answer. "You're my master" "right again, queer-boy... and as my bitch... what are your duties?" Noah hesitated just a wee bit longer this time, before whispering his answer. "as your bitch, it's my duty to please you in anyway you choose to be pleased, anywhere, anytime, no ifs, ands or buts" Although Donnie cracked up laughing, it was still pretty obvious that he was proud of his new bitch for actually listening to the list of rules that Donnie had given him. "Very good, now I want you to take my cock-head inside your mouth, and close your lips tightly around it" I wanted to speak up, and plead with Donnie, I knew exactly what he was planning, and I had strong doubts that Noah was ready for the ultimate humiliation. Yet, I still feared Donnie immensely, and I didn't want to be in the middle of a beating as my mom walks in. Noah gave another heavy sigh, I guess he was hoping that the blow-jobs were over, at least for the time being. Then reluctantly, he obeyed Super-Boys command. Kneeling there in front of his young master, he sadly took Donnie's deflated but still beautiful thick knob inside his mouth and closed his lips tightly around it. I watched as Donnie grabbed two large clumps of blond disheveled hair and held tight, while with an evil smile, he stared down into the eyes of his new slave-boy. I wasn't aware when it actually started till Noah's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and he began to show more life than he had since he arrived. Thrashing his closed fists into Donnie's legs, and trying in vain to pull his head away. The more his new bitch fought, and struggled with what little strength he had left, the more happy Donnie appeared. He was pissing into the mouth of his new bitch for the first time, and he was loving the feeling of total power, and control, he now had, over another High School Jock. I'm sure that the former straight jock, tried in vain not to swallow, but I knew all too well, that against the power of tough jocks like Donnie and Robbie, you eventually give up, and submit to their power. When Donnie finally eased up on his grip of Noah's head, he simply smiled and asked another humiliating question. "What are you" Noah, using his bare forearm to wipe away any remnants of piss from his lips, Bowed his head and whispered. "I hate you... but I'm still your bitch" Donnie began to laugh heartily. "you can hate me all you want... just as long as you do as I say... and by the way... you damn well better get used to my piss... you'll be drinking it a lot... you fuckin fag" Both Donnie and I knew that Noah was totally broken, when we both at the same time noticed the tears flowing from Noah's eyes. A saddened Noah looked up at his young master and made a very serious statement. "You said we were going to be close... you lied about that too, didn't you?" A somewhat confused Donnie scratched his left eyebrow. "Dude??? You just had your face in my butt, with your queer lips kissing it... you had all my nine and a half inches buried inside your scull... you even have a whole bunch of my babies swimming around in your belly... and now you have a pint of my piss inside you... I mean... just how fuckin close do you wanna be...huh?" Donnie cracked up at his own humor, while I just stood there shaking my head. Then as if to cheer Noah up, Donnie informed his bitch, that not all of what he promised were lies. "Listen to me... I didn't lie to you about a whole bunch of stuff... for instance... I'm still giving you this bitch here, he's all yours... totally! Plus, you still get to fuck over your former teen idol, Robbie fucking Blackburn, just as I promised... and of course you get to work out with me on a regular basis, I mean damn dude... you wont ever be as strong as me... but you will be a hell of a lot stronger than most dudes at school... so cheer the fuck up, go freshen up... and get your ass outta hear... before I decide I want another blow-job"