Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 12:21:18 -0800 (PST) From: chuck h Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt..8 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys... and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you, Chaz Recap of last paragraph of chapter 7 Robbie was working out on his SolarFlex machine, being unusually quiet. So of course my curiosity began getting the best of me. "So, dude, what is up with me needing to spend the next three nights here, mom freaked out, cause the only time we get to spend time together is during dinner." Robbie took a couple of minutes before answering. "You'll see soon enough" Another twenty minutes went by, and still nothing, while Robbie continued working out. I was starting to get pissed off, for many reasons. One reason was that, Robbie kept teasing me by flexing his fucking awesome muscles and shit, yet not once ordering me to service him. or even come near me. Which was so not Robbie. Watching him work his biceps and thighs while only wearing his skimpy posing briefs, was making me horny, and I think he knew it. I was about to speak up and say fuck this shit, dude, I'm outta here. When the door upstairs opened and the pitter patter of feet made there way down the stairs, I knew of course that it wasn't his rents, this area was totally off limits to them. Then appearing at the bottom step was Donnie Colello. Robbie sighed and asked his friend what took him so long. Donnie just shrugged his shoulders. "I told ya, I had things to do first, so what's up?" He and Robbie high fived, but other than a smirk, Donnie pretty much ignored me. He laughed at the bruises on Robbie's face. "Fuck, dude, you get that from Shannon when you tried making her blow you?" Of course Robbie didn't see the humor. "Very funny dude, I'll fill you in later... but first I need your word that what you see here today stays with us... you have to promise me you'll never tell a sole, k" Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 8 Donnie looked a little upset at first. Tilting his head a little to the right, putting his hand to his ear, as if he was having a hard time hearing his bud. "Dude? Am I hearing you right? How long we been friends now? Since fucking grade school, that's how long, and have we ever betrayed each other when it comes to secrets... no fucking way. So by now haven't I already proven to you I can be trusted. So spit it out, what's up?" Robbie nodded his head in agreement. "Listen dude, I know I can trust you, that's why I'm letting you in on this with me, cause we always share. It's just that this is no little secret, it's bigger than that, Way bigger. That's why it's so important that it doesn't get out around school and shit. Tell ya what... let's work-out a bit, then I wanna show you a video I made, k?" I couldn't believe my ears, my best bud was gonna show asshole Donnie the video that he so promised my cousin Anthony he would never ever show anyone. Yeah ok, I figured he would break his word one day, but it's only been like three fucking days, I was hoping for at least several months, maybe even a full year. I know how much Robbie hates my cousin, but still, this just wasn't right. I decided to keep my mouth shut till Robbie and I were alone, then tell him just what I thought of his betrayal. Donnie gave his bud a once over and started laughing. "What the fuck you wearing, dude? Looks like a bikini to me, you always wear that when you're working out? Looks fucking gay, man, if ya ask me." That was Donnie for ya, never one to hold back his thoughts. Robbie's face turned a shade red. "Cut the shit, man. You know I like to pose in these when I'm workin out, wanna see every muscle in my body as I'm working it, that's why I wear these. Besides? How many times you've seen me wearing these while workin my bod? Never said nothin before about it." "Maybeeee, but you never had pussy-face over here watching ya at the time either. Look at em dude, he's fucking frothing at the mouth for what you've got packed in them girly underwear." Robbie looked over at me, then back at his bud. "Why you always have to be a wise ass? Can't you just once be nice to him? He's been my bud for as long as you have, and you've never once treated him decent in all these years, man. I mean Give em a break for fucksake!" With what Robbie had planned for me, the comments were too late as well as meaningless. Donnie looked over at me and rubbed the bulge in his crotch. "Yeah right! I'll give him em something one of these days, something to fuckin choke em to death. He's a fag, dude, been telling ya that for years, when ya gonna start listening to me, huh? Should have taken advantage of the faggot when he needed a favor from me last week. Did I tell ya... he owes me big time?" He then turned to me again. "Ya, dude, you heard right... the meter is still ticking on the interest, and soon I'm gonna be collecting on it." Donnie was wearing an old faded pair of jeans, probably a hand me down from one of his brothers. I could tell cause they were tight around the ass and crotch, which of course hasn't been the style for years. Coming from such a large family and restricted income, the Colello family were poor, and lived in a rough neighborhood, as I said before, and with Donnie being the youngest, I'm sure he relied on what ever the older brothers handed down to him. But, as much as I hated the fuck-head, I have to admit one thing, the soft faded jeans complimented his well muscled body from the waist down. Not only did they leave nothing for the imagination in the crotch area, but they also showed off his beautiful ass, and awesome thighs. I have to give him credit though, what Donnie lacked in personality, he more than made up for in body and looks. He has that tough Italian teen look, black bushy hair, olive skin, and gorgeous face with deep dimples on each cheek, with even deeper dark brown eyes. Add to that, one wicked hot, well muscled body, and a cock even bigger than Robbie's. Take all the ingredients, throw em into a blender, blend for twenty seconds, and what you have is another High School heart throb, just like his bud Robbie. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for his shitty and wicked domineering attitude, he'd probably be as popular if not more so than Robbie. Not that Robbie is an angel as you all know by now, but those that don't know him as well as I do, sure as hell think he's all that. Making himself comfortable while straddling the weight bench just opposite Robbie's Soloflex, Donnie grabbed the weight bar and checked the amount of weight on it. "One eighty, same as I left it." He turned to Robbie and teased him a little. "Guess you don't ever use these, eh bud? I must've packed too much weight on it for ya, is my guess. Tellin ya, man, if ya wanna be as hard as me, free weights is the way to go, not some million dollar rich boy machine like that." Robbie just gave his bud a smirk. "You see this body... well my man, you're not there yet, trust me, when you are, then you can shoot off your mouth... till then, keep pressing. K?" Donnie just chuckled at his buds words, and began pressing the hundred and eighty pounds as if it was nothing at all. With incredible ease, he pumped the weight as effortlessly as hell, counting the endless reps as he went along. If hot shot Donnie was trying to impress me, he accomplished his goal after only ten reps. Wearing a thin white wife beater which accented his olive skin, his upper body began taking on the appearance of a young teenage body builder. Broad well cut chest, with thick protruding pecs, and hard nipples, his wicked hot chest narrowing downward to his thin waist, almost in a nice sexy V shape. Not to be out done was a massive set of guns with thick veins that continued down his tight thick forearms. Between the two well buffed friends working-out together, it was becoming increasingly harder to truthfully say which had more muscle formation. The show being put on was just incredible, two teenage muscle freaks trying to out perform the other, while I just sat in the huge overstuffed chair, trying desperately to keep my hands from touching my hard-on. But, if I thought for one second that the muscle pumping show was awesome, I was about to watch another show that would send me over the edge. When it was time to give the legs a work-out, Donnie decided that he needed to shed his jeans first. Standing up directly in front of me, Donnie unbuttoned his tight jeans, giving me a teasing grin while doing so. He continued with sliding the zipper down ever so slowly, and then just as slowly he tucked his thumbs into the tight waist band and pushed downward on the jeans, while grinning into my eyes the whole time. To my horrifying amazement, he slid the jeans down past a well worn jock... and a bulge (without any exaggeration) nearly twice the size of a baseball. I'm so serious, his cock was totally soft, and was folded down, over lapping his nut-sack, giving off the appearance of a larger than average well rounded baseball. Of course my first thought was he had a cup inside there, but as he inched him self a little closer to me, then stood there with his right hand down inside the jock, adjusting his private equipment, it quickly became quite clear... that there was no cup. As hard as I tried, I could not pull my eyes away from Donnie's crotch. It was as if they were like permanently attached to his well endowed package. A package of course any teenage dude would be very proud to own, me for one. I had heard rumors throughout school and of course from my bud Robbie, that even as a junior, Donnie had one of the biggest, if not thee biggest cock in all of the surrounding High Schools. Hell, there was even a nickname for him. Because of the size of the hot dogs at Fenway Park, he somewhere picked up the nickname of Fenway Frank. I never got it, to be honest with ya, I mean why not Fenway Donnie? At one point, I was able to pull my eyes away and look up at Donnie, as he approached me. While glaring down at me, he lifted his hand out of his well worn jock and ran his sweat coated fingers across my lips, and under my nose. Smearing wet perspiration from his balls all along both areas. In a total daze I sat in the chair like a complete idiot, not saying or doing anything while this was taking place, then he gave me a smirk, turned and walked back to the weight bench. Leaving behind a manly scent so powerful... that I was tempted to lick my lips. Filled with humiliation at what just took place, I gazed over at my bud Robbie, hoping like hell that he didn't just witness this. Unfortunately, he sat astride his Soloflex machine, gave me a dirty look, then looked up at his bud and slowly shook his head. Donnie just gave his bud Robbie a mischievous smile, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Whaaaaaaaat?... It's just sweat dude, it ain't gonna kill em..... Jeeeeze. Besides... take a look at his fucking boner, man, he got a fucking rock solid hard-on, sitting there watching me undress in front of him. Wake the fuck up dude, your friend is a fucking homo, simple as that." The conversation that took place next between the two buds, had me both frightened and angry as hell. Robbie began working his legs, just as Doniie straddled the weight bench to do the same. Then first looking over at me, then at his bud Donnie, Robbie filled his bud in on some huge secrets. "Here's the thing, dude, I know Abe is a fag, that's one of the reasons I wanted you to come over tonight. First I wanna show you a video I made, then I need to talk to ya. Let's just finish up with the legs first, ok?" Donnie had this know it all excited grin on his face, as he stared directly into my eyes while rushing through his leg curls, while I remained glued in the overstuffed chair, and felt a slow death coming on. I was so tempted to jump up and run home. Yet after giving it some serious thought, I said fuck it, Robbie would just boldly walk into my house and drag me back here, and the thing is, he's done that so many times in the past... that my mom would just shrug it off as if the two of us were playing some frigging game. So I decided to stick it out, I mean what choice did I have, if I ran, and Robbie dragged me back here, I'd get a major pre-beating before the actual beating, made more sense for me to hang and take what was dished out. Once the two hunks finished their work-out, Robbie, without giving it a second thought, played the video clip for Donnie to view. Of course Donnie was beside himself. "Oooooh my fucking word... holy shit... this is fucking for real, isn't it? Oooooohhhh my GOD!... Anthony fuckin Jordan is a fag? Oooooohhhhh fuuucccck man, I want some of him, set me up, dude... I wanna fuck that hot ass of his... ooooh man, I swear... I'll fuck him till he passes out... over and over again, all fucking night long!" Donnie then jumped off the weight bench and began making Gorilla noises while pounding his beautiful chest. It took a while for Robbie to calm his friend down, then as Donnie sat back down on the weight bench with his hand inside the dampened pouch of his jock, Robbie had more news for him. "Hold on dude, and trust me... you don't wanna pump out a load just yet... I have another little show for ya first" Robbie walked over to the center of the wrestling mats and stood with his muscled legs spread wide, looked me in the eye, and without saying a word, pointed to the over stuffed crotch of his posing trunks. At first, I remained seated, and slowly shook my head no. then came the mean glare, and the angry snicker. "Get your faggot ass over hear... now!" I glanced over at Donnie, and saw the wicked smile planted on his handsome face. "Yeeeaaah, this is what I'm talkin about, dude!" I knew of course there was no running, and no way out of this, besides, even if I could run and hide, not only would he find me, but he had hard evidence on me as well as my cousin. With me, it was just photos, but the discriminating pictures would work just fine if he wanted to out me. I stood, and walked slowly towards him, giving him a piece of my mind along the way. "You promised me, and you promised Anthony too... why do you have to be such a fucking monster... seriously fuck-head... why do you have to be such an asshole...huh? You fuckin broke your word twice tonight... now the word of Robbie Blackburn... literally means shit... you realize that, dude... SHIT!" I felt for sure that my words would piss Robbie off and humiliate him in front of his friend, and I was ready for a solid punch to my face. When it didn't happen, I pressed my luck and spat in his face. "I'll never fucking trust you again... fucking asshole!" Even as my spit ran down his cheek, he didn't raise a hand to me, he just simply wiped it off and brushed it across his posing briefs. Placing one hand behind my head and tilting it back, and his other hand on my shoulder, my best friend pushed downward. Without even raising his voice, he spoke to me in a whisper, but loud enough for his friend Donnie to hear. "It was just a matter of time before your secret got out anyway, and you heard him, he's always known...and of course I always knew... therefore... I guess it wasn't such a huge secret after all, right? So why you being such a cunt.... huh? Why don't you try being the nice bitch I've trained you to be? I mean after all... we do have a special friend visiting us tonight, and I know... you don't want to be pissing him off... right? So you just get down and show our special friend how much you love Master Robbs cock... ok? Go ahead now, SUCK my cock right through my briefs, but first, clean your spit off them... lick the pouch all over, like the good little queer fuck that you are." I gave my friend credit, his mean humiliating words and the task he wanted me to perform in front of another dude, was by far worse than the beating I would have normally received, for spitting in his face. Once down on my knees in front of Robbie, I felt the presence of Donnie at our side. I'm sure he most definitely wanted a close-up of this one. "No shit dude, he's gonna lick your fucking briefs clean, and then suck your cock right through them? ... Fuck, man, that's hot! Only a true fucking fag would ever stoop that low... ya know? Tell ya what... fucking bitch can suck the rancid pouch of my jock anytime, talk about a fucking turn on... eh? Shit, man, having another dude my age, sucking my fucking filthy jock clean, while I'm wearing it????.... and then turn around and suck my fucking cum right through it... aaaaahhh man, that would give me a roaring hard-on quicker than any fucking girl I know... doing the same thing. Seriously, dude, ya really gotta be a pig faggot to do something as low as that.... eh? " I so wanted to look up at my long time bud and give him a wink after hearing those words from his friend, but decided not to push my luck. I still had no fucking clue why Donnie was invited over, but the way Robbie had been acting all day, I figured Donnie being here had something to do with the secret plan Robbie had been mentioning. My mind suddenly began doing flip-flops trying to solve the mystery plan, while subconsciously, I pressed my face against the outline of Robbie's huge shaft, and began licking it all over. From the bottom of his over sized nut-sack all the way up to the outline of his perfect looking cock-head, and then down the side of his massive cock, and up the other side, stopping briefly to wrap my lips around the outline of his beautiful mushroom knob, soaking it, while holding it between my lips and lathering it with my tongue. The fine cotton was so thin and tight, I could actually stick the tip of my tongue right into his piss-slit. Donnie was fucking freaking out by now, panting and moaning like a fucking dog in heat. "Oooooh fucking, cocksucking, cum-eating FAGGOT!... He is most definitely sucking my cock before I leave hear tonight, even if I have to beat the fuck outta you to get him to do it!" Donnie then slammed a powerful fist into the palm of his hand. The sound was loud, scaring the shit out of me. Even Robbie was taken back by the way Donnie was acting. "Whoooooaaaaa, dude, chill the fuck out, man! You're covered, don't worry about it, why do you think I invited you over, huh? So you could just sit idle and watch me have all the fun??? ... Hell noooo! ... By the way, before my bitch gets too into it, call your mom... tell her you're staying over for the next three nights... k? ... oh and another thing... who the fuck ever said you can take me.... huh? You??? Beat the fuck out of me???? Yeah right... sure you can... on a snowy day in hell maybe!" Of course I didn't see the expression on his face, but by the sound of Robbie's voice, he was dead serious, and not joking around. Donnie's comeback was fast and just as serious. "Dude???... Think you've been spending way too much time with queers, maybe you can put them out... in a fucking hurry.... of that... I'm sure... but me???? I'm stronger than you, man... ain't no doubt in my mind which of us would be going out like a light... if we ever fought!" I was surprised that Robbie allowed Donnie to have the last word, I guess he was too busy at the moment to pay any attention to his bud. A tiny wet spot appeared right at the outline of his gorgeous cock-head. "K, bitch, do your thing... suck me off through my briefs, and when I start shooting my load, I want you to back off for just a second, so we can watch it seep it's way to this side. Then you can suck it all the way through...got it?" Pardon me, but isn't this exactly what my cousin did to him during their fight??? So what is happening here is this, my best bud is making ME pay for what my cousin did to HIM... right? Yep, that's what Robbie was doing, making me pay for the embarrassment that he felt as I watched on while he sucked the warm sperm right through my cousins worn underwear. It was my turn to be humiliated and embarrassed in front of someone, sly dude, my friend is, too bad he lacks originality. I tried my best to get a good grip with my lips on Robbie's encased cock-head, but because his briefs were so tight, it took a while. Once I accomplished my goal, I sucked the thick knob into my mouth, cloth and all, and drenched the thin cotton covered cock-head with my saliva. Robbie hadn't gotten off since his morning blow job, and was waaaaaay over due. So therefore it didn't take but more than five minutes for his cock to start throbbing, causing him to moan. Because of the tightness of his posing briefs, I was only able to get the first two inches or so of his cock into my mouth, but it was apparently enough to get him off big time. Robbie then pushed my head away, so that the three of us could watch as the volley's of cum seeped their way through the thin cotton. Donnie at first remained quiet, just standing there looking down at me, then at the increasingly wide dark blotch on Robbie's blue posing briefs. Each of us watched as the foamy white cream seeped through and bubbled over. Then Robbie ever so quietly gave me the go ahead. "K, faggot, get down there and do what you do so well... SUCK my baby batter into your queer mouth, show my friend how much you love eating my precious cum!" Less than thirty seconds later, as I licked the wet pouch of Robbie's posing briefs and began sucking the outline of the still throbbing cock-head, Donnie went mental. "Oooooooohhhh fuuucccck, I'm gonna fuckin nut... this is too fucking much.... what a fucking faggot! Hurry the fuck up, man.... I need my turn... and I need it now!" Robbie did his very best to put on a decent show for his bud. "Noooo don't get off yet, dude. The best part of the show is coming up. Besides, I still need to discuss something with you, something that will make you very happy indeed... TRUST ME... what I have to say will be worth the wait... you'll see." Once I finished sucking the copious amount of cum through my buds posing briefs, he pushed me back, and stripped himself of the skimpy underwear, turned them inside out and proceeded to mash the dampened pouch all over my lips and face. He then threw his soiled briefs in the corner along with his other dirty laundry. Robbie turned to his bud and grinned. "You're gonna fucking love this part, man!" Placing a hand behind my head, Robbie spread his legs, then placed his free hand around the girth of his cock, and shook it in front of my face several times. "Guess what time it is, BITCH? ... It's time for my after fuck PISS, and you know the rules well enough by now, I'm sure. You spill one fucking drop on my wrestling mats and you can kiss your ass goodbye! Now open up wide!" Before Robbie even released the first stream, Donnie began spazzing out once again. "No fucking way... Nooooooo fucking way? You can't be serious?" Long before Donnie even got the words out, Robbie had the tip pf his cock just outside my gaping mouth and pissing like he hadn't done so in a year, straight down my throat. Like all the other times, I had no choice but to gulp down my best friends warm recycled water. I've become use to the bitter taste by now, but I'll NEVER understand how my bud can get so hard just from pissing in another dudes mouth. I mean, he'd be all limp and soft when he'd first start pissing, then be as hard as steel and ready to fuck all over again, by the time he was finished, ya know? Like he seriously gets off on pissing in another dudes mouth. He couldn't have humiliated me more, as far as I was concerned our friendship was over. When this all started back on the Island, I truly believed him, when he had said that me blowing him whenever... would be our secret till death. Now, I knew of only three things that held any truth at the moment. Number 1, I had only till the end of this school season before I'd be rid of him forever. Number 2, there would be no escaping him till then. And number 3, whatever Robbie's plan was... it involved Donnie using me. This time however, rather than having me take care of his rejuvenated cock, he threw on his sweat pants, and his muscle shirt, and motioned for Donnie to join him at the far wall. It was obviously meant to be a private conversation between the two buds, but knowing damn well that I was more than likely the topic, I bent my ears and did my best to listen in. I could only hear bits and pieces, and must have missed the very beginning of the conversation. Robbie was whispering, but I was still able to pick up most of what he was saying. "So ya see dude, the thing is, I can control him and shit, make him do most anything I want, but I can't seem to teach him respect, and he's way to cocky for my liking. I mean you saw how he behaved earlier towards me, mouthing off and even spitting at me. That was pure disobedience and disrespectful. I hear all the time from my cousins in college about how a real faggot bitch needs to show respect and never talk back. Well, that's how I want my bitches to act, and I want them to call me sir, and Master Robb. I've got Anthony trained to do that already in just two days time, but this bitch, doesn't wanna break. I think it's because we've been friends for so long, and he just isn't afraid of me like Anthony Jordan is. That's where you come in. Abe is afraid of you, always has been, I bet he nearly pissed his pants when you came down those stairs earlier. So you'd be able to train him to show respect a lot sooner than I could, damn, just the sight of your cock alone will scare the crap outta him, ya know? That fucker is way bigger than mine, must be like nine inches eh?" Donnie gave Robbie a slight grin. "So what you're saying is... you admire my dick?... Don't get me wrong, dude, that doesn't bother me if you do... just surprises me is all... but since you really wanna know... it's nine and a half... bet that spurs your appetite... eh?" Robbie was caught off guard and tried like hell to explain himself. "Dude? I'm no fag, I just um aahh..." Donnie cut him off by laughing out loud. "Ya, you just um aahh... alright, don't worry about it, man, were still buds." This of course upset Robbie even more so. "No wait, you don't understand what I'm trying to say..." Again, his friend cut him off. "Listen dude, let's drop it for now, we can talk about it later, I just need to get off something fierce... after watching that video, man, I was ready to shoot my wad then... but the frosting on the cake was when you stood there and made Abe suck your cock right through your girly underwear... oooooh fuck... I swear... I nearly fucking shot my load without even touching my cock. Then when you pissed in the faggots mouth? Oooooohhhhh fuck, man! I could have shot my load like three fuckin times. Anyways, of course I'll do this for ya, I'd love to teach this fukin fag some manners....So you mind if I start in on him now? We can finish this talk later, but have no fear, I don't care what are, dude... you're still my bud, k?" Donnie gave Robbie a wink before turning to face me. Leaving Robbie behind looking a little pale. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Donnie dragged me to the wall and pushed me against it facing him. Practically in my face, Donnie raised his right arm and flexed his biceps, pressing it against my lips. "Kiss it, bitch... kiss it" Robbie was right, Donnie frightened me, he always had. I think it was fear of the unknown, for even though I've known him since like grade school, he's never allowed me to really get to know him. Always giving me the evil look, never smiling at me. If the dictionary had photos next to each word, there is no doubt in my mind that Donnie's photo would be next to the word Bully. He literally was the school bully, from Grade School all the way up to High School. It was as though he got OFF on the fear other kids derived from him, and once he hit puberty I believe he LITERALLY got OFF on it. Even though he for some reason had always disliked me, I was still one of the very few he never beat-up or picked on. I suppose I owe that to Robbie, cause he always made it clear to everyone throughout school and around town that I was his best bud. Now that I think back on all that, I seriously feel he must have been priming me. Still, I had witnessed throughout the years many incidents of what might have happen to me if I were one of Donnie's victims. Once he pounced on top and straddled you, it was lights out in most cases. Now it appears he was saving his best for me, even though he had always been muscular even in grade school, his muscles of course have only grown bigger with each passing year. So here I am with him standing in front of me, shirtless and only wearing his smelly jock. With his powerful biceps pressing against my lips. "You heard me, faggot, I said KISS IT... before it fucking drives you through that wall" I didn't need proof that the huge mound of hard flesh pressing against my face was capable of doing just that. So I kissed one of the biggest, hardest guns I had ever seen on any seventeen year old dude, next to Robbies that is, and for all I knew Donnie's biceps may be even bigger than my friend Robbie's. "Again, faggot, kiss it again... yeeeaahh, now lick it, fuckin worship it, you fuckin wimp... go ahead... feel it with your hands, feel the power that's gonna be in charge of you for the next three fucking days." All I could think of at that moment was, `ooooooh shit, I'm Donnie's to use for the next three days... that's why I was told that I'd be spending three nights here.... ooooohhhh shit! Oooooohhhh fuck! ... I'm soooo fucking dead!' I probably spent the next half hour making love to... and worshiping Donnie Colello's guns. Still with my back up against the wall, Donnie placed a mighty fist on each side of my face, pressing in on my cheekbones with each fist till my face was contorted, my eyes bulging, and my mouth agape. He then brought his face flush against mine as though he were going to kiss me. But what he had in mind wasn't a kiss. He spat directly into my mouth several times. "Swallow it, fag, and get used to that taste, cause there'll be tons more of it, from here on. All these years I've been wantin to beat the fuck outta you, and now I have my golden opportunity, you can't escape.... it's gonna be just you and me all alone down here for three whole nights. Dude???? You can bet your queer ass, I'm more than gonna make up for lost time." Other than of course my own, I had only ever tasted Robbie's spit, and though you'd think that spit was spit and it would all taste the same, not true if the other person just recently drank a beer or two, as Donnie must have done before coming here today. So needless to say, I hated the taste and struggled to swallow it, feeling nauseous as I forced it down. Donnie's tight power packed body covered in a light sheen of sweat, gave off a strong male odor, and that musky jock scent was beginning to make me feel light headed. Glaring into my eyes, with each of his hard fists still planted on each side of my face, Donnie began filling me in on some personality disorders of mine that were in dire need of immediate change. Changes that he would be more than happy to help me achieve. "You like the feel of these fists, queerboy? I sure hope so, cause you'll be feeling them a lot from now on... Yep they're gonna be gettin real acquainted with your body." As if to stress to me the significance of what he was saying, he introduced his right fist to my abs, catching me off guard before I even had a chance to tighten them. The power blow stole the air from my lungs, I would have immediately fallen to my knees, if he had not kept his fist embedded in my stomach, holding me up against the wall. "Just a sample, faggot, just a tiny fraction of the power behind these biceps, you just made love to. Now, what our friend has given me... is a list of imperfections regarding your attitude towards REAL JOCKS, but particularly him. And I have three days to instill within you what your duties are... as a fucking queer. I believe I can do it in a lot less time, so the sooner I improve these communication problems between you and our friend, the more time I'll have to play with you, and from the sounds of it, you and I have a lot of playing to catch up on." he turned his head to glare over at Robbie, before continuing. "That's what happens when a friend holds out on ya!" Donnie turned his face back to me. "So each day directly after school for the next three days, you will meet me, and we will come here for your lessons, and I bet I'm gonna make an excellent TEACHER..." Donnie emphasized the word teacher with another power punch to my unprotected abs. This time allowing me to slide down the wall, till my fall came to a halt by the huge protruding pouch of his jock mashing into my face. The school bully towered over me, legs spread, hands on hips. My nose buried in the smelly soiled jock strap of my best friends tough seventeen year old bud. I immediately placed my hands on his powerful pythons, and tried pushing him away, only to have him and Robbie laugh at my feeble attempt. Keeping the back of my head pinned to the wall, with the force of his private equipment, he continued talking down at me. "Naaaah, sorry, queerboy, but we don't have time for fun and games just yet... still a lot I need to go over with you first." Donnie, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back up the wall, till we were once again face to face. My gut was killing me, and the sad part is, I knew he wasn't kidding when he said it was just a love tap, just a mere fraction of his true power. "Ok, now that you've been properly introduced to my fists, let's get on with the list, shall we? Number one... ALL jocks deserve to be called `Sir' by a faggot... So our friend Robbie and I feel that since you are now one of the two biggest faggots that we know of... in our age group, that is... we should most definitely be given the honor of being referred to as SIR... but it appears that unlike your cousin... you seem to have a hard time with that word... so starting this very minute I need you to say it like you mean it... and repeat it ten times... that is ten times to me, and ten times while looking over at our friend... ooooh ya, one more thing before we start... I think we should emphasize the word Sir, with the feel of my fist... sound cool? ... Great, let's get started... let me hear my new title." Needless to say, I hated Donnie even more now than before, and I was beginning to really hate my long time friend for letting the school bully have his way with me. I glared into Donnie's eyes... and spat out the word, that was now to be his and Robbie's new name. "SIR" This was followed by another punch to my abs, and even though this time I knew it was coming, it still hurt like hell. Again, I spoke the word. "SIR" and again the solid painful punch to my abs. If it weren't for Donnie holding me up with a fistful of my hair, I would certainly be in a fetal position on the floor. This went on till I had said the word `SIR' to Donnie ten times, and ten times I felt the power behind his magnificent biceps. Before continuing on, I was told to turn and face Robbie. Donnie still had a tight grip on a clump of my hair as he smiled at Robbie and pointed to my bright red stomach. Robbie smiled back and nodded. Donnie, then told me to continue. "K, now look into the eyes of our friend, and never take your eyes off his, now you may continue with the word `SIR' ten more times. This time Donnie stood on the side of me, pressing his hard body into mine, his cock was now also wicked hard, as he pressed it into my hip, and grinded a little. I wondered if with him standing to my side the power slams to my abs may not be as hard, but I understood the reasoning behind the move, it was so Robbie and I had direct eye contact, and now he'd be able to witness the pain from each blow. With my eyes glued to my best friends, I continued mouthing the word, although by the time I reached ten, the word `SIR' was slightly slurred, and my eyes were nearly closed. I wasn't allowed to touch my stomach, and now I truly understood the meaning behind the words `human punching bag' my abs literally felt like mush, and I knew they wouldn't be the same for a long, long time. Donnie looked down at his handy work, and smiled, as he continued holding me up by my hair. "Ooooooohhhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhh, talk about pink belly... looks like you've been laying out in the sun waaaay too long, faggot. Now here's the thing, you ever forget to refer to our friend or me... as SIR, either Robbie or me will administer TWENTY gut punches, each time you forget.... sound cool?" Donnie gave a hard forceful yank on my hair, forcing me to scream out loud. "I asked you a fucking question, queerboy" "No SIR... it doesn't sound cool... but I get the message, SIR!" I heard a loud applause coming from my best bud. "Nice work, Donnie... and man... that was quick, you may even have him fully trained before this night is over." Donnie gave his bud a genuine smile, and confirmed their agreement. "Ya, well if I do have him trained by tonight... he's still mine for three days, that was the agreement...right?" Robbie, nodded his head. "Of course, as long as you remember the rules... then he's yours for the next three days." Donnie, looked a little pissed off. "Ya, ya, ya, I'll remember the rules, don't fuckin worry about it, OK? I mean jeeeez... he's a fucking faggot, dude. I should be free to do what I want with him... but whatever... don't sweat it, man... no marks on his face.... and no fucking him in the ass, right?" Again, I was thrown up against the wall, with Donnie grinning in my face. "Let's continue on to number two... KNEES, BITCH!" With Donnie pushing down on my shoulders, I slid down the wall to my knees. Then he pulled me away from the wall a little so that he could straddle my shoulders literally. With his superboy thighs now on each side of my face, he pushed the back of my head downwards so that the upper part of my body was bent backwards, with the top of my head flush against the wall, and me looking straight up at him, and the ceiling. Donnie then moved in, till the bottom of his jock covered nut-sack literally sat on top of my lips. "KISS IT, faggot!" In this position, I of course got the full odor stemming from his sweat dampened jock strap. The scent was a well blended mix of what appeared to be old sweat, new sweat, cum, even piss, I was willing to bet a hundred dollars the dude had not washed his jock in over a year if ever. I slowly became intoxicated with the wafting odor of this High School Football jock, and without hesitation I lifted my head, slightly nudging my nose deeper into the bottom of his discolored nylon jock, and kissed the outline of his balls several times. I assumed his next demand was for me to lick the smelly pouch that was now sitting on my face, so I did. I began licking the outlined bottom of his huge nut-sack. What happened next shocked me, as Donnie tightened his thighs, flexing them big time, with the sides of my face buried between them. Causing me to become dizzy and light headed. He held me in this hold till I closed my eyes and literally saw stars. Yet before being knocked out completely, he relaxed his thigh muscles and climbed off my shoulders. Then slightly stepping backwards, to give himself some extra room, he sent a powerful, slap to the side of my face. Talk about bringing me back to my senses, if it wasn't for his tight grip of my hair... I most definitely would have hit the floor. The slap was so hard I was sure that the burning sting, and the ringing sounds in my ear would be with me for life. "You see... you see what your problem is here, bitch?... NO faggot EVER, (slap) EVER, (slap) EVER, (slap) under any conditions (slap) presumes (slap) that just because (slap) he's on his knees (slap) in front of a real jock (slap) that it's ok (slap) to lick (slap) HIS CROTCH! (Slap)... First, you must ALWAYS, always, BEG for that privilege! Now let's train you to beg... ok?" Each power slap seemed a notch harder than the last. When he finally took a break from the slapping. I gave a silent thank you to above, cause I swear that if he hadn't taken a break, my head would have soon been slapped off my shoulders. As it was, I was once again nearly close to unconsciousness. My whole head felt as though it was literally on fire, and the waterfall of tears running down my face from the stinging sensation, wasn't enough to put the fire out. As I felt myself begin to pass out, I felt a cool liquid hitting the top of my head and running down my face. Robbie had given Donnie a bottle of water, and the bully used nearly half of it to bring me out of my stupor. The remaining of it, he poured over the front of his tight jock, saturating it, which made the nylon transparent, clearly showing the flesh of his cock and balls, even the dark curly hairs were now well defined. Suddenly I was fully alert, I finally got to see up close what so many talked about. Donnie's nut-sack is huge, but his cock in full staff is literally the biggest cock I had ever seen on any dude our age or older. According to Robbie (although I'm not sure how he would know the exact length) his friends cock was probably nine inches fully blown, of course from what I heard a few minutes ago, it's actually nine and a half. Damn! Suddenly I felt grateful towards Robbie for setting the `no fucking' rule. Donnie's massive equipment now left nothing to ones imagination. Both his balls and his shaft were now showing ever so clearly, as though the nylon itself was part of the skin. It definitely was as thick as Robbie's.... but longer. My eyes traveled the length of it from the base up to the cock-head, and my mouth once again fell open in awe. The wicked thick, huge knob looked like the top of a mushroom. I know, I know, that's what everyone says when describing a cock-head, but this cock-head really did look like a mushroom, with a real neat ridge underneath. The sound of Donnie's voice brought me back to earth. "You're not begging, bitch... now stop the fucking drooling and start begging! I know how much you wanna taste another dudes cock and balls... but this is a warning... you NEVER attempt to do so, without begging for it first... you hear?" I bent my head backwards and looked up at the school bully. "Yes SIR, I'll remember from now on. I promise!" "You see, Robbie your personal cocksucker really is a sweet little bitch... she just needs to be TAUGHT CORRECTLY right from wrong... that's all, now start begging, FUCKING FAGGOT!" I was tired, hurting big time, literally scared of Donnie, and I knew I had to put on a show for him....or be beat even more."Please Sir, can I please taste your balls and cock through your wet jock strap, please Sir... give me your permission to press my tongue against the outline of your huge love muscle and lick the whole length of it... up and down... please?" "Keep begging, bitch... Plus... I wanna hear WHY you wanna suck my cock, tell me in your own words why you're fucking DROOLING over the sight of my cock!" I always knew that Donnie was mean, after all, the School Bullies often are, but he was more so, and I used to wonder if his family having to struggle financially all the time, had anything to do with his being so mean and cruel. Then I think if that were the case, why would he and Robbie be so close? I mean their back rounds are so totally the opposite, why would Donnie even like Robbie? I would think that he'd hate the wrestling jock, as well as the competition Robbie offered him during their Football season. Yet surprisingly, the two (other than disagreements on which was the stronger of the two) always seemed to get along just fine. Anyways, I tried to come up with just the right words that would keep Donnie from beating on me anymore for now. I somehow had to convince him that I meant what I was saying, as well as remember everything he was teaching me. I lifted my head and looked up at a kid my age, but by far more superior than me, and gave it my best shot. "SIR, I wanna taste your balls, and to make love to them if you'd let me, please? BUT, your cock SIR, is the biggest shaft I have ever seen before... I mean I'm just so in awe of it... I would be the happiest faggot in the world if you'd only allow me to just taste it... if only just once, sir! I respect you, sir... and now I also have great respect for my friend over there. I will never ever address him again as anything other than Sir, or Master Robbie. You have already taught me so much in just these last couple of hours, sir. So I'm begging you to please, please let me taste the biggest cock in our school... in all the schools? I know I am far from worthy yet, but I beg you to please allow me just one taste of it, SIR!" Donnie listened and seemed to like what he was hearing. He glanced over at Robbie and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't get what your complaint is, dude! This bitch knows his place, better than MOST fags. BUT, I'll just keep pounding the word RESPECT into him over the next three days, he'll be just fine, I'm sure. Now I'm gonna choke him, waaay more than he's ever been choked before. But hey... like you said yourself ... I'm way bigger than you. And, uuuummm...well no offence, man but it's time he gets scull fucked by a real jock... no what I mean? Plus, he did actually beg wicked nice and all. So if you want a close -up of my huge love muscle fucking his scull raw... you'd better get your ass over here."