Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2003 23:40:58 -0400 From: chaz Subject: Dominated by the Twins pt. 4 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story Dominated By The Twins" pt. 4 I watched the twins ride off, then with tears running down my cheeks, I picked up the box and carried it inside. Who the hell do they think they are? The humiliation of them pissing on me and then in my mouth, was by far the greatest humiliation I could probably ever experience. That's not to say that making me eat their cum wasn't humiliating. That alone was enough to make me want to barf. So needless to say I hated my new neighbors right away. I went straight to my new bedroom, and crashed on top of my bed. A shit load of emotions were racing through my mind. Feelings of humiliation, embarrassment, loss of pride from letting those two bullies use me like that. Feelings of zero control over my own mind and body while in their presence. Feelings of fear, lots of fear. Fear that not only was I their little slave boy, but more importantly, fear they'd be sharing what just happened with their buds, even though they said they wouldn't. Yet! My biggest fear was what type of life would I now live, knowing once and for all, that I'm gay! I drifted off to sleep thinking about my best friend Brad. I dreamed about he and I wrestling around in just our underwear, and woke up with a raging hard-on. Looking at the clock, and noticing that I had napped for a solid hour, I made my way down stairs to see what mom had brought home for dinner. Yelling out to her, and then realizing after no response, that she had not yet returned home, I decided to go back to my room and jack-off. I started jacking with the image of Katie Berringer in my mind, an old girlfriend from my freshmen year. I created a vision in my mind of her naked body laying next to me. Another vision of me climbing on top of her. Finally a vision of me poking my dick inside her warm twat. After several more uneventful visions of her, I gave up. Not of jacking off, but I gave up trying to do so with a girl in mind. Still fisting my six inches, my mind drifted to Brad once again. I saw an image of him schoolboy pinning me, still only wearing his tight white briefs. Another image of him smiling down at me, teasing me, telling me he'll let me up if I take his dick out and jack him off. It was then, with the vision of him sitting on my chest, his strong thighs planted on each side of my face, my left hand rubbing one of his muscular legs, and my right fist wrapped around his thick cock, that my raging hard-on returned. I started fisting my dick harder, faster, with the awesome image of me jerking off my best friends hard cock, while he sat on my chest, his thick thighs pressing hard against each side of my face, his tight balls nearly resting on my chin. Still, as excited as that image made me, I had a hard time keeping that image of Brad focused. It was the vision of Shane's beautiful cock rubbing against my lips, and the memory of him standing over me, with his strong legs spread wide apart, that kept returning to my mind. Hearing his voice over and over again, "you wanna taste my cock don't ya, beg me to let you!" I instantly shot a massive load, flying in the air, and landing on my chest. Quite an impressive load, if I must say so my self. So it's definitely true, I thought to myself, I really am gay! The remaining of that evening was boring, mom was busy chatting with some interior decorator for hours on the phone. Not much was on the tube, and my new internet service was not yet connected. I decided to take a drive, I yelled to my mom I'd be out driving around for an hour or so, but she was way too busy as usual, to acknowledge me. I drove downtown, it isn't much of a downtown, it only consists of five blocks. A movie cinema, two blocks of stores, a few restaurants, a pizza joint of course, several gas stations, a bowling alley, an arcade, and of course a pool hall. Finally a police station, a town hall, and the post office were all on the last block. The town also had many mini parks, just grassy areas, with loads of trees, ponds and benches. Like I said not much of a downtown. Yet it must be where the school hangs out cause it was busy, with small groups of teens hanging out at all the small parks. I decided to stop at the pool hall, to see what it was like. I'm not an avid pool player, but I played pool with Brad and his rents at their house on more than a few occasions. Mostly 8 ball, nothing too serious! you know? Once inside, I glanced around at all the young cowboys, mostly teens around my age, some younger, some older. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, noticing they were all like clones of one another. All wearing tight jeans, and tighter t-shirts of various colors. Most wearing boots, some pointed, some square. Some wearing leather vests of different styles. Mostly all were wearing either white or black cowboy hats. Some were skinny, some were fat, but most were well muscled. There were a few girls, hanging all over some of the dudes, but surprisingly there weren't many. I bought a coke and leaned up against a wall in between two of the dozen or so pool tables. I couldn't help but notice eyes staring at me, some were not really staring but glaring. Hmmmmmmm! I thought to myself, not a very friendly town is it? Of course wearing a pair of white tennis shorts, a Calvin Klein jersey, topped off with no socks and a pair of boat shoes, probably wasn't the best choice of attire for this town. So I had only myself to blame if I was getting stares and glares. I certainly looked and felt totally out of place. Not a good beginning for the new kid in town, I thought! Now that I have a new life style attached to me, I couldn't help but wonder if it was noticeable. I mean now that I'm aware that I'm gay, does it show? Can another dude look at me and know right away that I'm gay? Must be so, cause the twins obviously knew right away! One younger dude continued staring at me, long after all other eyes decided to go about their business. I figured he had to be about 14 maybe 15, he was one of the dudes that had somewhat of a muscled body. His black bushy hair was uncombed, yet on him it looked good. His square jaw added a strong forceful feature to his handsome yet boyish face. Wearing a tight t-shirt, showing off a pair of well developed biceps, and a chest that any teen would be proud to own, as it tapered to a V shape, with his t-shirt tucked neatly into his jeans. What was with the tight faded jeans in this town anyway? Had no one heard of baggies around here? Of course I couldn't help but notice his hard thick thighs, and perfectly rounded butt, as I chuckled to myself, wondering if that came naturally with horse-back riding after a while. Of course he too was wearing cowboy boots, yet unlike the twins squared off toes, his were pointed. I glanced quickly at his well rounded basket, sticking out like a sore thumb, man I thought, does everyone in this town have huge balls and a massive cock? Standing there looking at him from his head down, it was painfully obvious, he would have no trouble, even at his age, sacking the chicks. I glanced back at his face and caught him glaring at me still, only now he had a huge smirk on his face. Shit! Caught in the act! He obviously caught me checking him out from head to foot. I decided I had better leave promptly, one beating today was quite enough, he may have only looked 14 or 15, but with a tight, solid body like he has, I'm sure he can put up a damn good fight. I downed my coke and headed for the door. Still a safe distance from the door, I noticed the twins walk in. I abruptly spin around and walk towards the mens room, hoping to god I had not been seen by them. Once inside, I washed my hands and stood there wondering how I was going to make an exit without being detected by the claybornes. Praying they stayed away from the mens room till I was able to make my escape. The door swung open, in walked the young dude I had been busy looking at less than 5 minutes ago. FUCK! I knew I should have bolted that door when I came in. He stared into my eyes with a mean smile from cheek to cheek. "You must be the faggot that moved into the old Clayborne farm. Heard all about you earlier today. I hear you're a fuckin wuss, think you can take me? I bet I can beat the fuck outta you, before you can even touch me with one punch! Wanna go out side and give me your best shot? I hear you're seventeen! I love fighting dudes older than me! Hell! you shouldn't have a problem taking on a kid my age right? Me being only 14 and all! What-da-ya say fag, wanna try me? Or are you gonna wuss out? If you wuss out on me, I'll tell all the freshmen dudes at school what a fuckin pansy you are when it comes to fightin, then there'll be lots of kids my age wantin to take you on!" I froze, not quite sure how to get out of this one. I raised my hands in the air, over my head. "Hey bud? I don't even know you! I'm not a wuss, but I can't think of even one reason why I should fight you, or better yet, why you would wanna fight me. So let's just forget about the fight thing ok?" With my hands still in the air. The cocky kid connected to my still sore abs, with a rock hard punch that completely knocked the air out of me. Doubled over, Clutching my gut and fighting for my breath, I looked up at him through squinted eyes, while he smiled at me as he made another tight fist. "k fag! How'd that feel? Now you have a reason to fight me, and my reason for wantin to fight you is, I don't like it when fags look at me the way you were doin out there. Now follow me out to the back of this building so no one will interfere, or, we can fight right here, what will it be?" The pain from his solid punch added to the pain from the beating my abs took earlier, was intense. I had to wait a few seconds to catch my breath, before answering him. "OK you fucking little shit, you wanna fight me, for no reason, then fine, let's go out back in private just you and me asshole" I made my way out the door, determined not to take another beating today, especially from someone even younger than the first dude that beat me up. I stormed out the door, without being stopped or even noticed by the twins. The back of the building was pretty dark, with only a small spot light shining on a tiny area. Seemed private enough to me. The kid and I faced each other, I was damned if I was going to let the guilt I felt from wanting to fight such a younger kid, stop me from kicking his ass. I tightened my fist, and watched him shadow box around me, staring deep into my eyes with a huge confident grin. I lifted my arms blocking my face, and approached him, wanting to get this fight over as quickly as possible. However! A quick fight should have been the least of my worries! He knew what he was talking about when he said he'd beat the fuck outta me before I could even get one punch out at him, because that is pretty much what happened. As I approached him, he dove in at me, pummeling me with a barrage of punches all over my face and body! One after another, his punches came so fast I didn't even have a clue as to what part of my body to try and protect next. Like the speed of lightening, he pummeled me with his rock hard punches till I crumbled to the ground. He placed a booted foot onto my chest, "Come on fag! That wasn't even a freaking fight! What the fuck man! PLEEEEAAAASE? Don't even tell me, you're done?" Every crevice of my body was hurting, my left eye must have taken a pretty good shot, but when that was, I don't even know, his punches were that fast. I managed to raise my hands, submitting to this young punk. "I'm done dude, I don't wanna fight any more. You win! I submit!" The kid stood over me, straddling me, with one black boot on each side of my head. He was looking down at me, and started laughing hysterically, "Excuse me you fuckin wuss! did you just say you didn't want to fight me ANY MORE? Dude? I hate to break this to ya, but I'm far from done with this fight. Fuck man! You didn't even throw one fuckin punch! SO! Let me get this straight! You don't want to be beaten up by me any more right? WELL! Too fuckin bad faggot! If you think this fight is over you freaking little queer, then I have some sad news for you!" Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story