Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2018 15:19:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Jasper Jones Subject: Breeding Jimmy Part 2 This story involves sex between men that sometimes has some nonconsensual and fetish elements. If it isn't legal where you are to read this, please stop reading. The story is pure fiction. Any similarities between actual people are purely coincidental. This was my first story ever and I was blown away by the feedback. Keep it coming. It really did motivate me to write more. Might get one more chapter done this weekend, but then the pace is going to slow a bit Monday when I get back to work. Don't forget that Nifty needs your support to keep the hot stories flowing. You can donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Authoritarian m4m. -------------- I woke up the next morning a little calmer. It was just a one-time thing. Derek was a little drunk. I had some beer. I wasn't really gay. I was going to text my girlfriend and hang out later and maybe go to that party with Ryan. Everything was going to go back to normal just like it was. I decided to go for a run to clear my head so I put on a jock, running shorts and a tank top. I got a look at myself in the mirror. I looked good and was relieved that there were no marks on my neck from where Derek had grabbed me. My throat was a little sore from the rough fuck it took last night, but I wasn't the worse for wear. Everything was going to be ok. I walked into the kitchen to get some juice and there at the kitchen table was Derek and Charlie having some coffee. FUCK FUCK FUCK. There he was, acting like nothing had happened and flashing me a shit eating smirk. I guess he had crashed last night after all. I must have turned white. "He little dude, you ok? You look a little pale." Derek flashed a smile and winked at me so Charlie couldn't see. It took me a few seconds to stutter out a response. "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok. Just going to go for a run to clear my head." "Jimmy, dude, what the fuck is up with your voice?" my brother Charlie asked. I guess I didn't realize how hoarse I was. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a little scratchy this morning. Probably the beers." Derek let out a little laugh. I was bright red but Charlie at least seemed oblivious to what was going on. I poured myself some juice while the guys hung out. "Well, I gotta get to work" Charlie said. "Derek, you coming?" "Nah, bro, I think I'm going to join Jimmy on his run." My eyes widened "I could use the exercise. You mind if I grab some clothes?" I was paralyzed and Charlie looked confused that his friend would want to hang out with me. Charlie shrugged. "No man, help yourself. You know where the clothes are." Derek went upstairs to get changed and I sat silently praying that he would change his mind. He didn't although it took him forever to change. Charlie went off to work and Derek and I set out for our run. Now this was one area I could compete. Derek had almost a foot of height on me and was a star jock, but I was a runner and I wasn't going to let him beat me. It was about 80 degrees and a little humid, but I had been training for months. We agreed on a five mile run and after stretching took off at a decent pace running side by side. After about a mile, I picked up my speed. Derek was keeping up, but I could tell it wasn't as easy for him. Baseball season was over and he had probably been partying a little too hard. But there was no way he was going to admit it. At mile three I picked up the pace again and he started to fall behind. Sweat was dripping off both of us, but Derek would not give up. I was fine but he was clearly struggling. I picked it up again for the last mile and Derek pushed as hard as he could but couldn't keep up. I slowed down and we jogged back to the house at his pace. "Damn, Jimmy, you crushed me out there. Nice job little man." Derek smiled at me and tousled my hair. "All that training has really paid off for you." I was in heaven. It was like last night had never happened. Derek was being nice and had even complimented me on my running. When he touched me electricity went through me and his deep sweaty musk and man smells had me growing in my jock. We had some juice and just shot the shit for a while. It felt great. "I stink. Going to hit the shower" I said and started to get up. Derek grabbed my arm. "Hold up, Jimmy. I gotta go soon. Let's hang out downstairs a little before I leave." Sounded great to me. Derek was being really nice and I felt like he was trying to make it up to me for last night. We went down to the basement and plopped down onto the couch. The television was on ESPN and we watched some of the highlights from the game for a while. "Hey, Jimmy, could I ask you a favor?" Derek smiled at me. "My feet are really sore, could you rub them for me?" He didn't wait for an answer. He just put his feet in my lap. One of his feet was directly in my crotch. I could feel the dampness of the sweaty socks and could smell the musky smell. I didn't know what to do so started rubbing his feet. "Oh man, that feels so good, Jimmy. You getting a little hard, man?" He knew I was. He was rubbing one foot into my crotch as I rubbed the other. It's ok, just us guys. After a while, he said "that feels so good, lick my foot now, Jimmy." I looked at him to say no and he had that cold hard look on his face just like he had last night. "Jimmy, I am not telling you again" he said with menace in his voice. I started licking the damp, sweaty sock. I admit, I was intoxicated by the smell of a real man and started to get into it. "Oh fuck, faggot, that feels so good. Now take the sock off and work on my feet." I guess I was 'faggot' again. His feet were ripe and sweaty. I licked each of his toes individually and gave both of his feet a long tongue bath. Derek moaned in appreciation and occasionally directed me. "Your mouth on my feet is so fucking sweet. Girls will never do this stuff, but a good faggot will do what he's told." I looked at him, pleadingly. "I'm not a faggot, Derek." He just laughed. "Dude, you're licking the sweat off my dirty feet and you are hard as a rock in your jockstrap. You're going to be a lot happier when you accept what you are, Jimmy. Your brother Charlie and I had a guy just like you when we were in high school. Started out resisting, but ended up doing whatever we told him. Some real nasty shit. Total hungry faggot bottom. You're going to end up the same." Mind officially blown. He and my brother had used a guy in High School? Together? My mind was racing. I didn't want this. Yeah, I had checked some guys out and thought I might be bi, but I liked girls. I was still sucking on Derek's toes and unable to process everything I was hearing. "Get up and strip to your jock" Derek commanded. "Fuck no, I don't want to do this anymore, Derek. I'm done." Derek calmly got up, grabbed me and ripped my shirt off. Tore it straight down the front. Did the same with my gym shorts. I started to cry again, just like last night. "I get it, dude. You still haven't accepted who you are, but you are never going to fucking tell me 'no' again. You behave like a child, I'm going to treat you like one." Derek threw me over his knee and started spanking my ass. He wasn't fucking around. Each smack was harder than the last and pretty soon I was bawling and begging him to stop. My ass was on fire and tears were running down my face. "Sorry, little man, but you need to learn." He shoved his sweaty sock into my mouth and continued to assault my ass. It seemed to go on forever. "Shhh shhhh, it's ok" Derek rubbed my red ass and started kissing the back of my neck again. "It's going to be ok." Derek put me up on the couch and started kissing my ass cheeks. His mouth felt good on my redhot ass. Derek's tongue got closer and closer to my crack. He licked up and down my crack, slowly spreading apart my butt with his hands. When he got to my hairless pink hole, he just nibbled around it and then dove in. Fuck, I'd never felt anything like it. I had read about rimming. I had seen it in porn, but having a tongue up my ass was the best feeling I'd ever had. I was moaning and squirming. "Oh, fuck yeah, your pussy tastes so good Jimmy." I squirmed as Derek continued to work my hole with his mouth. He then slicked up a finger and worked it into my ass. It hurt a little but his tongue just felt so good. Then he added a second finger. That definitely hurt some more but his fingers were pushing against my prostate and I was just couldn't get enough. He was fucking me with his fingers and using his tongue and I was in heaven. "Fuck, yeah, your hole is so tight and so warm, Jimmy. Feels so fucking good, buddy." Derek pulled his fingers out and he spit on my hole and I heard him spit again. In my brain, I knew what was coming, but I wasn't ready for Derek's monster tool. He ran it up and down my crack for a little and I begged him not to fuck me. "Please, Derek. Can I just blow you again. I don't want to get fucked. There is no way I can take your cock in my hole." Derek just laughed that hard laugh I'd grown to dread. "Too late, faggot, my cock has already decided it is time to breed you. But I have something that will keep you distracted. When I went to change I took a nasty used jock on out your bro's gym bag and I left a little something for you." With that, he put the jock over my head so the pouch was over my nose and mouth and he pulled it tight and tied it around my head. "Yeah, my sweat and your bro's sweat and funk all mixed together for you." The smell was rank and the jock was soaking wet. I was having a hard time with the idea of getting hard from my bro's funky smells in addition to Derek's. Fuck. A lightbulb went off. It had taken Derek so long to change earlier because he had shot a load into the jock before we went for a run. I could taste the cum on my lips mixed with the sweat and ball smell. I was getting lightheaded and my brain was in overload with all of the sensations. I heard Derek's voice through the fog. "Ok, faggot now arch your back and push, it'll make this easier on you." I felt the head of Derek's huge dick start to push against my hole.... That's the end of part II. I put in the foot scene because a lot of you who contacted me are into feet. I am too! Keep the suggestions coming. Tell me how far you want to see Jimmy degraded and humiliated. And donate to Nifty! Thanks, men.