Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2012 11:53:04 -0500 (EST)
From: kdrdfw17@aol.com
Subject: Jock turned bitch boi 2

Well, here is part two, it's a little different from what I have done in
the past, let me know what you think, as I move on to the next chapter.
kdrdfw17@aol.com

Jock turned bitch boi 2

That's right, you have longed to be my boi, that's why you showed off in
front of me, hoping I would see ur hard body.  U treated me like u really
wanted to be treated, like a little bitch.

OOOOO, nnooo..  ahhhhh it

It what bitch?

It ahhhhhhhh feels sooooo, as he continues to work my pecs and nipples, I
break, yesss.

I hear him, in my ear, that's right u have wanted this tell me, ur my bitch

Fuckkkkkkk, yesss

Yes what

Slowly it comes from my mouth, im your bitch, he erupts in laughter...  He
comes around in front of me. And sits in a chair, me staring at him, Well
come on do it Do what, whatever u want just do it, don't sit there.

Now u know how I felt having u so close, but yet so far...

Fuck don't please im ur bitch use me any way u want, don't fucking tease
me, u fuck

I',m strung up tied, chained, and now begging this nerd, to do anything he
wants to me, how fucked up is this.  My cock hard, he just sits there
laughing.  As Michael stands, whatevery you faggit bitch, and turns an
leaves the room.  I don't know how long it is but it seems forever, and
now, I'm just pissed, who does he think he is, to treat me like this.  As
Michael comes back in the room, I yell, you fucker im going to kick ur ass.

Now, now there Nicky poo, I think you need to understand a few things.
Michael turns on a TV, and its showing a clip of me clearing saying im his
bitch.  So nick, just to make it clear, I have the pictures, and now this
video, I don't think you will be kicking my ass every again.

I drop my head and sigh.

Now Nicky poo, I'm going to let you go, and you need to understand that you
will not harm me in any way, or else these all goes out.

I sigh, and agree.  As Michael releases me, I just stand there not sure
what to do, and deep down not wanting to go, waiting for the Nerd to do
whatever he wanted, how, why, I'm so confused, as he throws me some
clothes.

Go on and get the fuck out of here, now u little bitch, Michael yells at
me.  Fuck who is he to talk to me like that, but yet I want more.  I grab
the clothes get dressed and head home.  When I get there, I strip, and jack
off, thinking about what had just happened.  It had to be the biggest load
I have every shot.  What the hell is going on, me the fucking stud that I
am, I just jacked off because of this punk ass.  That's it, no more its
fucking over.

When my wife comes home on Sunday, as we are getting ready for bed, she
notices that my body hair is gone.  She asks, Nick did you do?

Iii, oh that I lost a bet with someone at work, I know its kind of stupid.
A little tingle runs thru my body, as I think in the back of my mind, how
it really happened.  That night, trying to confirm my macho dominate role
in the bed, I fuck her every which way I can.  It takes me much longer than
normal to blow my load.  Every now and then I have a flashback of my
downfall.

As the week goes on, I slowly begin to push It out of my mind.  The
following week, my wife is out of town on business, so its just me at home.
Being there alone everything I was trying to push out of my mind was
staring me in the face.  I end up on searching the internet, and come
across a few porn sites.  I end up rushing home every night to jack off to
one of these videos.  What the fuck is going on, its like I can't get
enough.

Once again, when my wife comes home, I jump back into that role, of being a
manly man.  That week, she tells me there is a major issue overseas, and
she will be gone for a month, maybe longer.  I have conflicting thoughts
that run thru my mind, how am I going to make it without her, then YES I
can do anything I want, back and forth it goes.

That first night she is gone, I come home and start my internet searching
again.  When im online I notice and e-mail in my in box, where do I know
that address from, oh shit its Michael.  When I open it, its very short and
to the point "Miss me yet bitch boi?" There is an attachment, when I open
it a video clip starts.  Shit its only a few minutes, and I'm hard as a
rock, watching me, this jock stud being used and teased by this fucker.  I
play it over, and over as I strip, then with one hand pinching my nipples,
and the other one I jack off shooting my load covering my chest with cum.
I quickly delete it without responding, and go clean up.

Trying to fight these feelings, I don't touch the computer until Friday,
and what a mistake.  I have four more e-mails, each of them you can hear
the growing anger, with threats of punishment, for not replying and
ignoring My Master..  Who the fuck does he think he is, I will smash him in
with one hit.  This fucker needs to leave me the fuck alone.  Included in
the last e-mail on Friday was another video, this one was much longer,
hours in fact.  That was a mistake, why, why did I open it.  There is this
man, about 25 or 26, built more than myself, I jock stud if I have ever
seen one.

So I watch this video, I'm like oh shit, this duded suffers for hours,
being shaved, whip, flogged, electro, and things I'm unsure about.  Then by
the end he is begging this guy, whoever it is in a robe, to fuck him, what
the hell.  I go to turn it off, when the robe comes off this guys so called
Master, my eyes pop out of my head.  Shit that's Michael, as he approaches
and releases this stud from his binds, then guy drops to the floor, on his
back and looks p to Michael.  I'm yours plant your seed in me Master.  What
the fuck, wait now, this is fucked up, as Michael, lowers himself.  Shit
this jock as him by like 80 lbs, and here he is with his legs spread, and
fucking this nerd with shit a 9 inch cock is about to fuck him..  What, no
no, it's not happening, as Michael just as he has been so brutal with this
guys, body, slams into his ass over and over.  This fucking jock stud, is
screaming then moaning, then screaming, after what seems forever, you can
hear Michael as he blows his load in the guys ass, and almost at the same
time this jocks cock explodes, and no one is touching it.

Shit, no that's too, far fuck no, as I reach up, the last thing I see and
hear Is Michael looking straight into the camera, you know your jealous,
because you want to be the jock stud that full submits o me.  And he
laughs, see you soon he says.  What, no no, I turn it off, and walk away.
I jump in the shower, call one of my ladies friends on the side, and head
over, and ruck her raw.  I'm a man, I'm not no pussy boi, or anything like
that.

For the next week, I try and stay busy, working out extra hours, until I
can just go home and fall asleep, but there is one problem with that.  I
have been having these erotic dreams, and its me in place of that other
jock, and Michael is ever so brutal.  I will wake up, covered in cum.  I
have never had that happen before.  Fuck, what am I going to do, I can't
stop this.

I get on the computer and there is another e-mail from Michael, "Are you
ready to submit fully to your Master?"  This has got to stop, I respond,
Michael enough of this shit, I'm not gay and if you don't leave me alone, I
will hurt you worse than in high school., as I hit send.  There that should
take care of it, and within a minute, he replied.  Fine, if you want me to
stop, and then tell me in person, like a real man.

I reply, I'm not afraid of your punk ass, name the time and place, as I hit
send once again.  There is no quick reply this time, I think fine its done.

When I get home on Tuesday, there is a package with a dvd.  I place the dvd
in the player, and its odd it want let me fast forward at all.  There is a
quick message, you want me to walk away, then watch this, and you will find
the address somewhere in the video, and met me there Sat at 9 am.

Fuck, this dude has way to much time, I cant wait to get this over with.
As the video starts, its me, the entire dvd, clips from high school, and so
one, then it goes dark.  Then shit its me tied up, and being used by
Michael, not a piece of that time is missing.  Fuck, at least I have it,
but shit, my cock is on overload.  Fuck I look good, what the hell I am I
saying.  I should have known the address was at the end of the video, I
write it down, and think finally I can be done with this.

It's a warm day, im in shorts and a t-shirt, as I drive to a farm house
about an hour outside of town.  I walk to the door and knock, thinking this
is it no more troubles.