Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2005 17:46:42 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 4

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story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...
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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
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From the previous chapter:
The final move was a figure four where he had my face pressed against his
skimpy clad bubble butt, my nose and lips pushed deep inside his crack.
"You like this hold, dude? I don't know why I've never used it on you
before, but I plan on using it on your cousin often enough to make up for
all the times I never used it on you. Think he'll like it? I know You
do...I can tell...so I'm sure he will. K, now here is where I bring in
my own ideas, and improve this hold greatly. I wanna feel the tip of your
tongue working on that crack of mine, saturate the back of my briefs and
press that tongue deeper... till you've given me a nice wedgie...go
ahead, do it faggot! Start by licking it, queerboy! Oooh yeah, stick the
tip of that cocksucking, faggot tongue in there...you queer fuck! ...may
as well tell ya, now that you're broken... and completely mine to use
however I desire? I'm gonna fucking use that cock loving mouth of
yours...in ways you could never even fuckin imagine!"
If I felt humiliated and degraded by giving my best friend a blow-job...
ME??? sucking on a dudes cock, then swallowing his thick sperm? Well let
me tell ya... this act was by far more humiliating and degrading...and
what's worse is, Robbie knew this... he laughed all through it, calling
me every evil name he could think of, but the name `butt-licker', stuck
in my mind and bothered me the most... for many years later.
To be continued:

"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 4
Robbie kept me in that hold for nearly half an hour, laughing and calling
me queer names the entire time, as if the position I was in wasn't
humiliating enough. "Oooooh yeeeaaah! You fuckin fag, you're loving
this... aren't you? Havin your face buried in another dudes butt, now
that's what I call fucking gross, even if it is covered by my underwear.
Maybe next time... you'll be licking the real thing, you fuckin
butt-licker!"
To me? Having my face pressed against my best friends butt... was like
the last straw. I couldn't take anymore abuse like this, and the thing
is, I had a sick feeling in my gut, that the physical, and mental abuse
would just keep getting worse.
My mind was already a mess, and at that moment, I felt if I didn't try
and stop the disgusting ways he was using me, then I really would turn
one hundred percent gay.
As it is, I'm already questioning why some of the sick stuff he's
having me do, isn't all that bad. Maybe even a small part of me actually
enjoyed some of it, up till now, that is.
I felt that the only thing I could do was to try and escape, maybe even
hitchhike back to Boston.

I figured I'd worry about the repercussions once safely back home.
So, later that night with only one full day remaining before we'd be
heading home anyway, I waited till Robbie was sound asleep, then quietly
snuck out the door with my stuff, and only a lite snack to hold me over.
It was so dark, with no street lights to guide me, and nearly five miles
to walk before I'd even reach the main road, knowing damn well there
wouldn't be a car passing me till then.

I had no clue as to how far I had walked in the dark, before I heard
footsteps behind me, but before I could even turn around to see who or
what it might be, I was tackled and thrown to the ground.
I had a hard time making out his features, but of course I knew it could
only be one person. Then the voice confirmed my suspicions.
"Where you going fag? You leaving before our fun week is over, with only
one day left, you ungrateful fucking faggot! You just leave without even
thanking your best bud for showing you such an awesome time? Fuck,
man...I've gone way out of my way to treat you decent, even fuckin
rewarded you for being a good little cocksucking slave...now I have to
punish you!"
Contrary to what Robbie was saying, I was grateful for one thing, and
that is when he tackled me, we landed on soft grass, as he was quick to
straddle my chest, and slam my head into the ground. Plus all the while
he was speaking, he was also punching me in the head.


The punches once again were far from his hardest, which I was also
grateful for, but they hurt just the same.
I tried to speak in between the punches, tried to plead with him, tried
to apologize. But, he let at least a half dozen punches land all over my
face and head, before giving me a chance to say anything. I couldn't
even protect my face with my arms, cause they were pinned tightly beneath
his strong legs. "What do you have to say for your self, butlicker?
Before I drag your queer ass back to the camp!"
By now I was sobbing, and my left eye was hurting so much, I couldn't
open it, it would be a good shiner for sure.

I knew what he wanted to hear, and decided to humor the sick bastard. So
I begged him not to punch me anymore, and then I begged him to forgive
me. "Please Robbie, I don't know what I was thinking, no way could I get
home from here, I wouldn't even know which direction to head in once I
get to the main road. Please don't punch me anymore... I'm so sorry,
dude! You're right, it was rude of me to run out like that, when I
should be on my knees thanking you for opening my eyes, and for being so
nice to me. Please forgive me master Robbie, I beg you! It's just
that...well...when you made me...you know, lick your butt, and all? Well
I just couldn't take the humiliation anymore! Please, Robbie, I know,
I'm better off with you, than out here on my own in the dark, please
take me back to the camp with you?"

Although I couldn't make out the expression on his face... even with the
bright moon shining down on us, I knew that he had to be smirking as he
sat on me, with his well rounded crotch pressed to the bottom of my chin.
"So what you're saying is that you left just because I had you in one of
my tight wrestling moves? That's so absurd, dude! K, I admit that it's
probably the most humiliating hold a wrestler could put another dude
in... but you've done far more humiliating things then that since we've
been here, and you weren't freaked! But whatever, now that you've
admitted that you like cock better than pussy, it's up to me to teach
you what you faggots are hear on earth for, and no need to thank me
later... I mean that's what friends are for, right? So... I need you to
get use to worshiping my entire body...and that means every single inch
of it! Now if you mean what you say about being sorry and all, then I
want you to beg me to sit on your face before we head back to camp...ok,
bud?"

Some how I had a feeling I pushed the apology thing waaaay to far.
I just laid there looking up at him, wondering if he was serious or just
joking in poor taste. "Come on slaveboy, let master Robbie hear you
beg... don't keep me waiting, otherwise I'll think you're lying to me,
you know... about being sorry and all... come on faggo... beg me to sit
on your fucking queer face."
I knew what the final outcome would be, of course he'd get his way
again, but not without me putting up an argument first. "Cut the crap,
Robbie... I just explained to you what made me freak and run, now you
want me to beg you to make me go through that all over again? Seriously
dude, you need to speak to a councilor when we get back... you've got
some major issues that need to be addressed asap!"
"Hope you ain't saying NO to me, dickbreath! As a matter of fact, I hope
the next words outta ya mouth are... `please Master Robbie, please sit
on my face for as long as you want?' Cause to be honest with you,
faggot? Those are the only words that will truly convince me how much you
wanna worship your best buds bod... and that you were not lying to me
just a moment ago... you know what I mean?"
I felt I was screwed either way, I didn't want him to think I was lying,
otherwise the punches would probably start all over, nor did I want my
face pressed against his butt again either.

I had to weigh the two options, otherwise I'd probably be still laying
here at daybreak, with him punishing me.
Once again, surprise, surprise, I gave in to another one of his sick
suggestions.
"Please Robbie... I mean Master Robbie, please sit on my queer face... I
love your sexy bubble butt, and would feel so honored if you would sit on
my face... for as long as you want!"
I watched as he stood up, and unbuttoned his cargo shorts. Then he let
them fall on my face, and stepped out of them.
I mean I'm not stupid, so I knew right away that I was in trouble.
I saw the shadow of him turn completely around, and less than a second
later, I saw that same dark figure lower itself. I felt my best friend
straddle my face, and the full weight of his well muscled teen body, had
me smothering and fighting air.
He even had me silently making deals with the devil himself, as his bare
butt mashed my head into the soft grass beneath it, as he wiggled and
grinded his well rounded glutes into my face.

He had my head pinned mercilessly, and I could hear him talking but just
barely made out the words. "Oooooh fuck! This so fucking rocks... having
another dudes face pinned beneath my awesome ass! You liking it, as much
as I am, faggot? Come-on bud, now's not the time to be shy... give it
some tongue."
Some how I just knew those words, `GIVE IT SOME TONGUE' would come up,
confirming my suspicion that the devil didn't care for the deal I
offered.
Robbie had wiggled and maneuvered his well muscled glutes, till my face
and nose were buried directly in the crack of his tight butt.
The foul disgusting odor I had feared and expected was vacant. The only
odor my nose inhaled was a slight musky smell, due to a thin layer of
perspiration, allowing me to deal with the situation a lot better than I
thought I would.
Adding to my surprise, was the fact that Robbie would lift himself up off
my face every couple of moments, allowing me to catch short gasps of much
needed air.
I knew that for as long as I held off from pressing my tongue between the
crack of his tight bubble butt, and not at least pretend, that I was
worshiping yet another part of my best friends hot body, this latest
disgusting scene, by far the most humiliating act yet, would continue
that much longer.
So as gross as it might sound, I did what I had to do to quicken the
pace... and please the hunky jock, that had been my friend since grade
school.
I nervously, and hesitantly slid out my tongue and received my first
taste of another dudes ass.

Although my mind remained in a state of shock, Robbie's mind was in
seventh heaven. "Aaaawwww... oooooohhhh fuck! Ooooohhh man, that feels so
fuckin awesome! Damn, I've heard that this was a felling of total bliss,
but fuck, man... I never dreamed anything could feel this sweet! Deeper,
get your queer tongue deeper. Ooooohhh yeeeeaaah, make love to my tight
jock ass, you fuckin pig!"
Robbie had me worshiping his butt, for what seemed like hours, yet it
probably was just barely an hour if that.
All the while, he continued calling me every dirty word his warped mind
could come up with.

When he was satisfied that I had lowered myself even further, and that he
was successful in stripping just a little more pride from me, he
dismounted my face and placed his cargo shorts back on.
Now standing over me, with a dirty sneaker on each side of my head, he
leaned down a little, and drooled long trails of spit onto my face. "Suck
it inside your mouth, faggot! Then get on your belly and use it to clean
the tops of my Nike Airs, maybe then I'll believe what you said, and
forgive you for running out on your best bud.
If some one, any one, had told me earlier that I would feel even less
human before the night was over, I would have laughed and said, `not
fucking possible' yet after licking the butt of my best friend, I truly
felt as though I had sunk to the abyss and would never resurface.

I used Robbie's saliva to clean the tops of his leather Nikes, and as he
knelt down, and spat on them several more times, I pressed my tongue
against the wet thin leather... and felt his toes, as he wiggled them for
me.
My tongue brushed itself over the wiggling toes of both sneakers several
times, before he pulled away.
Once finished with both sneakers, he had me turn over on my back once
again. "Dude? I gotta tell ya... you are so fucking disgusting, you make
me sick... You fucking got off on licking my ass, didn't you?"
I shook my head. "Nooo... of course I didn't enjoy licking your butt,
Robbie! I keep telling ya, I'm not the fag you think I am... but you
won't take my word for it, you have to keep pushing me to my limits!"

Robbie began laughing nearly hysterically. "Limits? Limits?? Ooooh fuck,
that's funny... you don't have any limits, you fucking butt licker!
You'll do anything I say, anything at all, just as long as I let you
suck my cock afterwards... ain't that right, Mr. I'm So Straight? And,
just for the record, check out your crotch, your little dick is as hard
as it's probably ever been! Oooohhh yeeeaaah, you sure as hell DID get
off on licking my awesome looking ass all right... and the condition of
your puny dick right now, is all the proof you should need. Now, for
making me walk all the way out here? I'd like it if you got on your
hands and knees, and like a good pony... you let me ride you back to the
camp. Actually, that would be kinda like another reward... wouldn't it?
Damn straight, cause I just know, you're never gonna get enough of my
tight ass on top of you now! I'm right, ain't I?"

Not sure how I managed to make it all the way back to the camp, with the
full weight of Robbie's well muscled body on top of me, his thick thighs
wrapped against my waist, and his feet folded up and kicking both sides
of my butt, when he wanted me to speed it up.
I was grateful that he at least allowed me to crawl along the soft grass,
rather than the dirt road, or I probably wouldn't have made it all the
way back without passing out from exhaustion. And by the way... I
suppose, if I'm going to be totally truthful, that is, I should admit
that his butt did feel kinda nice, pressing hard into my backside.
Yet, what's more troublesome for me, is this, the feeling of being
dominated, and overpowered by a jock like my best friend... was beginning
to not bother me as much. I know, I know, but does that necessarily mean
that I'm gay? OR is it just because of being physically, and mentally
exhausted? I do know one thing, I'm slowly being drained of any
resistance on my part, and I was one hundred percent sure, that soon
there would be no resistance remaining.

Once back at the camp, we were both ready to call it a night, and I was
actually very grateful when Robbie laid down on his bed and passed out
almost immediately.

The next day was pretty much the same as the rest, that is till that
evening when Robbie had me warm up the last dinner his grandmother
prepared for us before they left, which by now seems like a year ago.
He and I sat down at the table, without any words spoken between us,
except for his never ending demands on me.
"Hey, fag, get me some more milk." Once I returned with his milk, I sat
down across from him and once again attempted to take a bite of my food.
"Hey, butt-licker, something is not right." Robbie look all around. "Ya,
something seems out of place." He then turned his eyes towards me and
barked. "Aaaahhhh, I know what it is, I'm use to having your head
between my legs, damn, I was wondering why they were feeling a little
colder than usual. Get the fuck down where you belong, faggot! You trying
to confuse me or something."

I made a feeble attempt at reminding him that I also was hungry. I was
pissed off once again, and allowed my anger to take over. "What the fuck,
Robbie? Can't you just give it a break, long enough for me to eat? I'm
hungry too, you know!"

Wouldn't you think that by now I would have learned my lessons well?
I knew right away that I was in for a severe beating, or some sort of
punishment.
Robbie sat there, with a look of shock on his face. "Fuck, dude, you have
a lot of balls considering your dick is so small. But your right... it
isn't fair, that I should eat, and not allow you to. So you can bring
your food with you, just as long as you're down between my legs, I
don't have a prob with you eating. I mean, what kinda best friend would
I be, if I didn't allow you to eat, ya know? Well, what you waiting for,
get down there with your food!"

I was now trembling, knowing that Robbie was not going to let me off the
hook that easy, and wondering what it was he had in mind.
I knelt down between his strong legs, facing his ample basket, placing my
food, down on my side.
His famous wicked grin formed on his handsome face, as I looked up at
him, wondering if I needed his permission to proceed eating. "So you're
hungry, eh? Well, you know the rules well enough by now, beg me to let
you blow me.
Then maybe I'll feed you a nice helping of our schools very best sperm!
Only thing is... this time... because you were a bad slave, you need to
beg me a lot harder, put some feeling into it, tell me why I should let
you continue to suck me off, when I'm so nice to you, while your nothing
but a fuckin nasty bitch to me."
Is that all, I just have to beg him to let me blow him, and of course
suck him off, before I can continue to eat?
WOW, never thought that giving another dude head would make me feel so
lucky, I'd give him head ten times in a row, if it was gonna keep him
from beating me up. I know what you're thinking, my how things can
change in a weeks time, but trust me, his beatings have the potential of
being far more severe than what I'm receiving lately, but I know the big
one is gonna hit one day. So, with that said, damn right I'm lucky to
being let off with just a blow-job.
Besides, the way I look at it, is it's just one less I will have to give
him before he falls asleep.
I knelt there between his now out stretched, thick, rock solid legs, and
began begging my best friend to let me blow him.

I knew he was expecting my begging to be a lot better this time, and if
it meant no beating, I'd give it my best.
"Listen, Robbie, uh, excuse me sir, I'm sorry! Please let me start
over?"
Robbie nodded his head, but showed his anger at the same time. "Please
listen Master Robbie, I'm so sorry I snapped at you, sir, I really am.
You're so right, you are truly a good friend, helping me see who, and
what I really am, and doing everything in your power to teach me the ways
of a proper gay... uh, I mean faggot! I owe you so much sir, and I know I
have no right to ask this of you, but will you allow me to please... once
again blow you? I know that you have high expectations of me as your best
bud, and personal slave. I promise to try and be everything you expect,
and more. So please, Master Robbie, please let me blow you again, I beg
you to let me take your huge, thick cunt basher into my mouth and throat.
Please feed me more of our high schools very best cum, sir?"
I guess I one myself an Oscar in Robbie's eyes, he applauded me, then
gave his permission. "Nice job, fagott,
go ahead pull my cock out of these shorts, and get it nice and wet, then
when I'm close to shooting my wad, I have a nice surprise for you."

Again I started tp panic, the word surprise meant that there was more
punishment in store for me. But, while I was sucking him off? It just
didn't make sense, what was he gonna do, make me blow him, and then not
shoot his sperm into my mouth and throat? I mean was he stupid enough to
think that would bother me? Did he really think I would crumble if I
didn't get to eat his thick cream? Yeah, right!

I took his big cock out through the fly of his cargo shorts, and
proceeded to kiss and lick the head, as was the proper procedure for me
to follow.
I wasn't sucking nor deep throating my bud, for more than five minutes,
when I felt his cock stiffen... then felt the thick veins make their
appearance as they brushed against my tongue, as it slid back and forth
over them. A sign that the huge blow-off was not far away.
Robbie, pulled my head away, and yelled at me to bring my plate of food
up to his cock head.
"K, Faggot, get that fucking food up here under my cockhead, NOW! Hurry,
you fucking perv, you said you were hungry, and I figured I'd be nice
and add some hot gravy to top off your food. Hurry, I said!"
I lifted my plate, and within seconds, Robbie was topping off my food
with a nice warm fresh of our high schools best, straight from the oven.
Surprisingly, I no longer had the appetite I had just five minutes before
that.
I listened as my friend moaned loudly while jacking his cock over my
food, and letting me know how nice it was gonna taste. "Oooooohhhh
yeeeeaaah! Aaaaaawww man, you're in for a treat, gonna top of your
food... aaaaawwww fuck, this is gonna be a good helping of Robbie's
fresh gravy, and nice and hot, too. Seriously, fag, I am so fucking good
to you."

I continued watching and listening to Robbie as he emptied his nut-sack
over my meal.
When he was finished, he offered me to lick the spoon.
"Now, I bet that not only warms up your meal, but also adds just the
right flavor. Ummm ummm, hear, I'll even let you clean the spoon!"
When I looked rather sadly at the plate of food, my bud, was quick to
take notice. "Aaaawww, what's wrong, my little faggot, not enough of my
special gravy? Too much? Tell me, what's the prob? Ooooh wait a minute,
maybe you need a little help eating it? Well that's what friends are
for, hear, set it down on the floor, and I'll feed it to ya, ok?"

I had no idea what he had in mind, but I dreaded eating the baked potato
and meatloaf dinner, now with gobs of cum sitting on top of each.
But, I soon found out what Robbie had in mind, and was sorry I didn't
gobble it all down with cum and all, while I had the chance.
"Now, in order for me to feed you, you need to open up wide and be ready
to take the food quickly before it drops on the floor, ok?"
I had my hundredth panic attack since arriving here at the camp, when I
watched my best bud, mash my cum layered potato and meatloaf with his
toes, then lift them up to my hungry mouth. "There you go, my hungry
little bitch, if you so fucking hungry, start eating!"
I gagged slightly as Robbie roughly shoved his food covered toes deep
into my mouth. "Yeah, chow down fag, and don't forget to get in between
my toes, bet there's lots of food in there, huh?"
For the first few moments I had forgotten all about the food being
layered with cum, that is till I got my first real taste of it.
At that point I wasn't sure which was turning me off more, the taste of
my best friends cum mixed in with my food, or the fact that the food was
force fed to me by my buds bare foot.
I had to stick the tip of my tongue deep between Robbie's toes to get
every little gram of food, or (I knew for a fact) I'd have to pay later.
I ate like a house hold pet, being fed by his master.
I licked and sucked the food off his feet till the plate as well as his
toes, were sparkling clean.

I looked up into his sadistic eyes, and realized he wasn't done with me
just yet.
"You know what, dude, you did such a good job cleaning my toes, why stop
now, may as well finish the job, eh? Keep going till both feet are all
nice and clean. Hey, for a reward, I'll let you alternate between my
feet and my balls, k? Kinda like having dessert breaks, ya know?"
I continued kneeling there as he pressed his right foot against my lips.
"Kiss em first, it's only fair, I mean you can't kiss certain parts of
my body and not show your love and affection for every part, right?"

I started by kissing the foot that I hadn't cleaned, licking it
completely from toes to heal, and then sucking each toe for five minutes,
maybe it was even longer, I don't know, it seemed too long is all I
know! Just plain degrading.
OK, maybe it wasn't as degrading as licking the sweat from his nut-sac,
but it was still pretty freaking degrading...ok?
It's hard to explain what his feet tastes like, plus, certain parts
tasted differently. I mean the bottom of his sole, tasted kind of salty,
but sucking each toe didn't taste much different than when I had to suck
his fingers.
The parts of his feet that didn't taste bad at all were the tops...that
is, till he leaned over them and drooled gobs of fresh spit down on each
of em...add in some verbal abuse, and they ended up tasting even worse
than his soles. "So my little queer slave...how's my feet tasting?
...you like? Maybe next time I'll give you a little treat, and use both
feet to step in your food, make you eat it right off each foot... how's
that sound...my little faggot foot worshiper? Bet you can't wait...huh?
You fucking little low life, fag!"
After cleaning both his bare feet all over, using my tongue and his
saliva as a cleanser, he stood over me, grinning down.
"Now you queer fuck... since you avoided my low hangers, for reasons I
can't even imagine, I mean, are you not hungry for dessert? Anyway, now
you get to lick and suck my balls. I think you're in for a nice treat
though, cause somehow they've managed to get a little sweaty since an
hour ago!"

I did as he demanded, which of course led to another blow-job, number
thirty seven to be exact.
I hadn't been feeling so well since earlier that afternoon when I hit
the benchmark of exactly thirty six loads of my best buds cum...all
within a six and a half day period...ooh ya, trust me...he was so quick
to remind me ...and in such a gracious way too, I might add. "Holy
shit... Woooohoooo! Get this, queerboy...That makes thirty six blow-jobs,
Oooooh fucking yeah... you've swallowed thirty six fucking loads of my
precious cum... Mr. I'm so STRAIGHT! And, it's all in your belly now,
just floating around... fuck, just think about it... thirty six thick
creamy orgasms right in your mouth, and down your throat... and man, most
of em were huge fuckin loads too, weren't they? Wow! I still can't
freakin believe it, I'm gonna remember this week for as long as I
live... I tell ya!"
Yep, the dude, was gleaming all over, a huge smile clear across his
handsome jock-boy face.
I guess you could say, he certainly had something to be proud about...I
mean how many straight seventeen year old boys that you know... that take
they're best friend on a week long fishing trip and turns him into a
cocksucking faggot. Then just to set a record he fucks his best buds
mouth thirty five times, and that was just the first six and a half days,
with still a day and a half to go.

YEP! He was certainly a friend to be proud of.
Too bad I was nothing more than a mindless robot slave, by the time this
great event happened, I would have liked to congratulate him, but then
again, he'd probably have me shaking his dick rather than his hand.
So, here was number thirty seven, and of course he was even prouder than
he was earlier today. Jumping up and down like an idiot, shouting so the
entire beach could here. "Holy shit, fuckin eh, man! That's number 37,
in case you ain't keeping count, faggot. Damn, that's gotta be a fuckin
record, bet I'm the only seventeen year old dude in the whole fucking
world that got head 37 times in one week, whatdaya think? Bet you have at
least a pint of my spooge floating inside that belly of yours by now,
eh?"
As I said, I wasn't feeling too hot, my throat was raw, and still
hurting like hell, for like the fifth day in a row. I swear each time
Robbie fucked my face, my throat got worse, and worse, not I could barely
whisper.
And what was even worse is that I knew I was going to get a whole bunch
of `I told you so's' from mom, once I got home.
Finally it was time to go home, my week long fishing trip with my best
friend since forever had come to an end, and not a moment too soon.

It was on the drive back home, that Robbie filled me in on his grand plan
to snare Anthony into his wicked evil life.
"Here's what I want you to do with Anthony, you'll invite him over for
a sleep out, either inside the house if your mom is away, or outside in
the tent if she's home. You'll get him to jack you off... but this
time... I want you to get him to taste your cock somehow... I mean, since
he has the hots for it anyways, it shouldn't be a tough task for you to
get him on your puny little dick, right?"
I suddenly felt sick to my stomach all over again, as I strained my voice
to try and talk Robbie out of using me to help him snare my cousin.
"Aaaawww come-on Robbie, please don't use me to trap him... number one,
he's my cousin, number two, he'll fucking kill me, I swear!"
Robbie took his eyes off the road for a few seconds just to give me that
evil grin of his.
"Damn, dude? You're my best friend... would I let someone beat you up...
huh? Don't fucking worry about it, I'll have everything under control
as usual... besides, you'd probably get off on him beating you up, just
like you do when I'm pounding on you!"
It was when Robbie talked like this, that I hated this whole situation
the most. "Cut the shit, Robbie, you know I don't like being beat-up by
you!"
Turning his head towards me once more, he grinned and winked. "Sure you
do, faggot! You just don't realize it yet, is all!"
His eyes back on the road, he filled me in on the rest of his plan. "So I
of course will be very close by, once you talk the little fag into taking
your dick into his mouth, then I casually walk in with my handy little
camera, and Bingo, I have myself another mouth to feed on a regular
basis...of course he'll put up a fight, but that's what I'm praying
he'll do...after I beat the fucking shit outta him...just to show him
who's boss, I'll fill him in on his duties as my fucking cocksucking,
queer, slave bitch! Man? I can't wait to look down and see him chocking
on my throat basher! Say? I meant to ask you...you sure you don't have
any other cousins? Nah, never mind, two is enough for now...and one of
them is my biggest fucking rival ever... woooohoooo! This is gonna be
sooo way fucking awesome!"

A Final note: the next chapter will be in a couple of weeks. What with
the Holidays upon us, pt. 5 will be posted a week or so late, but don't
fret, I have not, nor will not abandon this story.
Thank all you that have e-mailed me, and i am doing my best to answer
all.
Thank you so much!
Happy Holidays to all, and to all the staff at Nifty!
Chaz