Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 02:30:32 -0400
From: unkle_c@yahoo.com
Subject: Teen Bully pt. 9

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toreadmaterials 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.

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"Teen Bully" Pt. 9

Looking up at Danny and his bro, I started begging Danny to please hold off
for a few minutes, because I was still dizzy, and felt real weak from the
face fucking I just took from his little bro!

My pleading only brought on a fit of laughter from the two brothers.  With
Danny grabbing my hair and raising me to my knees. "NO WAY CUMBUCKET! I
wanna see what shape you're in, after havin your face fucked like that by
BOTH my bro and me! Trust me bitch, I'm wicked fuckin horny, after watchin
my little bro fuck your lights out with his friggin cock. Now, I'm gonna
fuck you're warm pussy mouth just as hard as he did. Only I'm gonna fuckin
drown you with my hot cum! Man! After watchin that, I bet I can shoot a
fuckin quart of cum! Now open up wide my little cumbucket, and get ready
for my fuckin power tool"

Danny wasted no time, not even the usual ball licking and sucking, not even
forcin me to kiss and lick his cock-head first, didn't even take the time
to make me beg for it.

I felt his powerful fist grab a tighter hold of my hair, then he frigging
plunged all the way into my mouth and down my very painful throat, making
me gag and choke big time, as he held my head pressed tightly against his
groin. "Oooooh yeah bitch, how's it feel? Are you beginning to love havin
your head impaled on some dudes master cock? By the way bro, did I tell
you, Jay boy here insists he's straight? So tell me faggot, how straight do
you feel after today?"

I felt myself being smothered to death with my mouth full of Danny's
massive hard on, and my nose pressed tightly against his pubes. Then as if
he sensed this, and not wanting to lose the warm mouth before filling it
with his boy juice, he pulled out.

However he wasn't out for long, just long enough for me to take a couple of
deep breaths before he started savagely fucking my mouth and throat.

He was obviously trying to copy his little bro, because he was fucking my
face much harder and faster than he ever did before.

I felt my self getting dizzy once again, the hard and fast thrusting of his
cock in and out of my throat, the tight grip he held on my head, and my
uncontrollable gagging and choking, were all working together to put me out
once again.

Just as I felt Danny's cock tense up, and begin to throb, the room started
spinning. Just as he power slammed it all the way home, just as I felt his
cock-head explode with a fury of warm thick cream. I felt the dizziness
overwhelm me. Just as I took the last of his boy juice into my belly, I
went out like a light.

I woke up a minute or two later, with Danny sitting on my chest, and
slapping me in the face with his now soft cock. "hey butt munch, I was just
about ready to piss in your mouth to wake you up. My bro was even gonna
give me his allowance for the next four weeks if I did.  So have you had
enough cockjuice for one day? If not! We can always call a few buds over to
unload inside of you. Speakin of buds, I arranged for you and my little bro
to have your fight tomorrow, and I invited some buds over to watch it, and
to place bets on it, cool huh? Bet you can`t guess who I`m bettin on?"

Danny's bro Dillan was standing over us, "ya dude, and guess what? Bro says
I can wear whatever I want while we fight, but you have to wear just your
undies. also bro says the loser has to do whatever the winner says for two
hours, isn't that cool? So if I win, I get to own your ass for two whole
hours. Damn fagboy, not that you stand a chance, but you better start
praying you win, cause I have some wicked hot ideas for using you!"

Looking up at Danny, while he continued to sit on my chest, I tried
pleading with him yet again. "Dude? Be serious! I can't fright your little
bro!"

Slapping me in the face with his cock a few more times, he grins an evil
grin down at me.  "Oooooo? And why's that faggot? You afraid of what his
evil little mind will come up with, after he's beaten you to a frigging
pulp?"

Trying to speak while being slapped repeatedly in the face and mouth with
his cock, I tried to explain why I couldn't fight his bro. "Noooo! It isn't
that, it's just that he's just a kid, what the hell will everyone say about
me fighting a kid three years younger than me, huh?"

Danny and Dillan were laughing hysterically, as Danny continued slapping my
face wicked hard with his now semihard cock. "Oooooooh my god! You're not
serious dude? Listen cumbucket, if I were you, I'd be a lot more worried
about what peeps are gonna say when they hear of all the cocks you've
sucked this week, and all that boy juice floating in your belly now, not to
mention what ever it is my little bro has planned for you tomorrow,
providing of course he wins the fight!" Danny's last remark, cracked the
two of them up all over again.

I was slapped a couple more times by Danny's cock, then ordered to kiss
it. "K my little ass munch, time to kiss my cock-head goodnight, you need
your rest, so you can build up all the strength you have within you! BUT
HONESTLY DUDE? I don't think your faggot ass stands a chance against my
little bro, but who knows? You could surprise me! NOT!"

Danny climbed off my chest, and threw me a blanket. Then seeing the
disturbed look on my face. "WHAT? Dude? I hope you didn't think you were
sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Hearing these words from his bro cracked Dillan up big time.

"Awwwwwww! Come on bro, don't be so friggin mean! How's he supposed to
build up strength? If he has to sleep on a bare floor tonight?"  Danny
looking shocked at his little bro's question, "Are you fuckin serious dude?
NO FAGGOT IS SLEEPIN WITH ME IN MY FRIGGIN BED, NOT TONIGHT, NOT EVER! End
of subject!"

Dillan now rolling on the floor laughing his balls off, "aaawwwwwww geez
bro, you invited him to spend the weekend, the least you can do, is share
your bed with him"

Danny now looking totally pissed at his little brother, "You know what
funny boy? You better get your ass outta my room, before I decide to teach
the faggot here how to fight!"

Dillan left the room still laughing his ass off. I looked up at Danny, and
asked him if I could at least have a pillow.

He grinned down at me and said "sure you can dickbreath!" He removed his
underwear he had worn all day and threw them down at me. "here's ya pillow
fag, sleep tight, pleasant dreams"

I had a real hard time sleeping , and the sun was already starting to rise,
when I was finally able to doze off. I have no clue as to how long I slept,
but I woke up with something wet hitting my face. I opened my eyes and
looked up at Danny standing over me, and spitting down into my face.

With a smirk on his face, he told me it was time for my breakfast. "Bout
time you woke up dickbreath, it's time for your breakfast, get up on top of
my bed, and hang your head over the side, I wanna try fucking your mouth at
a different angle"


I was sooo tired, I knew I could have easily slept all day. I'm sure I
didn't get more than a couple of hours of sleep, and I was also very sure
Danny nor his bro could really give a fuck! Hmmmmmmm! I take that back,
because Danny was obviously ready to give a fuck now!

I looked up into Danny's evil eyes, and begged him for just a little more
sleep. "please dude, I am sooooo frigging tired, I really need a little
more time, please Danny? I'll do what ever you want today, just give me
another hour or so, please?"

The pissed off look on Danny's face answered my question, long before he
opened his mouth. "don't piss me off faggot, get on top of my bed and hang
your head over the edge, you've already kept me waiting too long as it is"

I climbed on top of Danny's bed, and hung my head over the side, as he
stood over me, with his well muscled legs spread wide. His thick, semi
hard-on, hanging over my lips. His huge ball sack resting above my nose. He
smiled down at me, with his vicious smile, and ordered me to open wide. "K
bitch! You know where to begin. First beg! Then kiss, lick, and suck my
nuts, and take your time this morning, we have hours before your fight with
my bro"

I went through the full routine, begging him, to let me please worship his
nuts. Then with his permission, I started kissing them gently, then licking
the morning aroma away, I took them into my warm mouth and sucked them one
at a time. I then started worshipping his cock-head, kissing it, sticking
the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit, then taking it into my mouth and
washing it clean.

I sucked his cock, and ate his morning load, tasting and swallowing his
thick creamy bucket full of juice.

I have to admit, with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, it reduced
my gagging and choking big time, and although it allowed Danny better
access to my throat, he deliberately took his time, and fucked my mouth
with extra long and slow thrusts. What normally has taken him fifteen to
thirty minutes to feed me his load, took Danny nearly an hour or more this
morning. It seemed every time he was close to shooting his load, he
withdrew his cock, and made me lick his pre-cum from the thick mushroom
shaped head, then he'd start fucking my mouth all over again.


Having fed me his morning load, he pulled me by my hair into the bathroom,
and made me kneel next to the toilet. "K bitch! I want you to not only
kneel there and watch me piss, but I want you to hold my cock for me while
I do it. By the way cocksucker! I've noticed EVERY time you've sucked my
cock, since that day in the locker room, it's given you a woody, shouldn't
that tell you something? Shouldn't that be sending a strong message to your
fuckin brain"

Being way humiliated enough having to kneel down and hold Danny's thick
cock while he pisses, I was far more humiliated now, hearing Danny remind
me of my instant hard-on each time I've had to suck his cock. I had asked
my self WHY each time it happened, never accepting the obvious answer, I
passed it off, as just a simple reaction to my nervous state of mind.

As I knelt there, holding Danny's thick cock, and watching up close while
his steamy piss hit the side of the toilet with loud splashing sounds, my
cock refused to go down. Noticing this, he added a few words of verbal
abuse to an already humiliating situation.

"Just look at yourself faggot! YOUR EVEN GETTING HARD ON WATCHING ME PISS!
Damn! I'm willing to bet you'd even let me force this down your faggot
throat, wouldn't you? Is it true faggot, do you wanna taste of my piss?
Hmmmmmm! Oooooh WELL! TOOOOO LATE! it's all gone, maybe another time you
fuckin fag! Now lick my cock-head clean. Then start getting ready for the
fight with my bro, but first I wanna remind you of something! Both my
little bro and I want you to fight back, so even though he is three years
younger than you, don't be afraid to defend yourself. NOT to try and defend
yourself, would be a huge mistake on your part, because my bro is one tough
dude. I've spent many hours teaching him to fight. So if you refuse to
defend yourself, you'll be getting the beating of your life, he's a lot
like me in the sense that he loves to not only beat up dudes, but to
continue beating them up, till he's tired. Besides fagboy, I want the bets
to keep flowing, and who knows, you just may get a couple of good shots in,
or maybe even place him in a hold where he has no choice but to give up! So
don't hold back pretty boy, because there maybe some hope for you!"


Danny left the bathroom, leaving me on my knees, with my hard-on.  Before
leaving, he gave me permission to shower, and jack off, ordering me to not
even leave the tiniest trace of my queer cum in his bathroom.

 While in the warm shower, thoughts of my unwilling fight with Dillan,
overflowed my already much confused state of mind.

I don't know how to fight, so how could I very well defend myself?  Truth
is? Even if I did know how to fight, Dillan is a pretty tough dude for his
age. If he is as good a fighter as his bro Danny, then I'm going to get my
butt beat wicked bad, and if he enjoys prolonging the fight as both he and
his bro claim, I'm in deep frigging trouble!

I allowed my thoughts to move on to another problem, I hadn't jacked off
properly, since all this shit with Danny began.  So I tried to concentrate
once again on me fucking one of the girls from school.  I visualized
fucking the shit out of every girl I have ever fantasized about.  Fifteen
minutes later when these images refused to work, I started thinking of my
currant situation, being totally controlled 100 % by Danny.

The thought of another dude using me as his sex slave a week ago, would
have sent me vomiting all the way to the bathroom.  Yet there is so many
sinful qualities about Danny that kept my mind constantly wondering. I
mean, not only was he able to gain total control over me, wanting to fuck
my mouth every chance he got, but also, there was the fact that he was
every girls dream fuck. I mean there were hundreds of stories around
school, about the virgins he took, and deflowered. Even at his age, he is
envied by many of the older studs at school.  Add to this, his power of
easily dominating anyone he chooses, (with the exception of Amanda) and his
strong desire to humiliate his victims in front of others.  His golden body
of pure muscle, and the vision of that body in a speedo, or jock ,and yes,
even just wearing his tight white briefs, not to mention the well formed
basket that was part of any of these items of clothing! All these combined,
helped to create, the hunk of all hunks.  Hence the nickname SUPER HUNK!

With all these thoughts of Danny and the vision of him standing over me,
legs spread wide, holding a fistful of my hair, with his well packed white
cotton briefs less than an inch from my lips, sent my imagination out of
control.  Before I even realized what the fuck was happening, I was
shooting the biggest load of my life!  When I finished I sat down in the
shower and cried.  I kept thinking over and over again. "it's true! I'm
gay!" How could this be? I had never dreamed of having sex with another
dude, NOT EVER! I have always only had sex with girls, and never even had a
problem doing so.  My thoughts turned to my best bud Josh. We grew up
wrestling and rough housing together, with him always ending up on top, and
staying there. Yet I never got turned on by it. Not that Josh isn't hot
looking, and he does have an athletic body. So why is it, if I'm truly gay,
I've never gotten a hard-on sleeping next to Josh all these years?  My
thoughts were rudely interrupted by the pounding on the bathroom door, and
the angry voice of Danny. "K faggot! Get the fuck outta there, you've been
in there for an hour already!"

I wiped away the tears, dried myself off, and opened the door. Danny
standing there with a mean smirk, "what the fuck dude? Did you decide to
hide out in there all day, tryin to avoid fightin my bro? Well no such luck
fag, now get a pair of your underwear on, and meet us down in my work-out
room, PROMPTO!"

I threw on a pair of my CK jockey briefs, and headed down to the work-out
room. The wrestling mats were situated in the middle of the room, with
about a dozen chairs placed around the mats.

Danny was the only one in the room, he was adjusting the cam on top of his
computer. Hmmmmmm! I thought to my self, by the time he is through with me,
he's going to have quite the video collection!  As I was standing there in
just my undies, looking like the perfect little idiot, Danny suggested I do
some warm-ups, and exercises. Before the fight.

After about 15 minutes of doing warm-ups and stretching, I looked up to see
Dillan standing over me. He was grinning down at me, "good mornin
cumbreath, Man I'm soooooo looking forward to this" He had on a pair of
what appeared to be Danny's black speedos from last year, assuming they
were from last season because they were so snug on Dillan, even with Dillan
being smaller than Danny.  He also had a pair of tight black leather gloves
with the fingers cut off just above the knuckles.  The rest of his body was
bare, as he stood over me, he lifted the front of the speedo down a little,
so that I could get a clear view of his jock from the night before. He then
cupped his tight package, with the whole palm of his hand. "I can't
frigging wait to feel this in your warm mouth again, you fuckin fag"

Dillans words of intimidation were cut short by his bro.

Danny instructed Dillan and I to remain up stairs, until everyone invited
had arrived. He informed us that he would then ring a bell once for me to
join him downstairs, and twice for Dillan to join him.  He went on to say
he would introduce each of us individually. I had to silently laugh, as I
thought to myself, how silly it was to introduce me, after spending sooo
much time making it painfully obvious to those at school, that I was his
newest toy, and how capable he was of dominating me at will.

Looking up at Danny as I sat Indian style on the mat next to Dillan.  I had
to admit to myself once again, what an incredible specimen Danny truly is,
as he stood there instructing us, wearing only a pair of tight baby blue
nylon running shorts.  His crotch sporting a massive package, demanding
full attention from anyone within eyeshot!  His thick, smooth, golden
thighs, stretching the nylon fabric around his upper legs.  Those rock hard
abs, and smooth super cut pecs, along with his dark brown nipples sticking
out and demanding to be sucked, and those powerful guns, that could sooo
easily pummel and destroy dudes much older than himself.  I thought to
myself, it's no wonder he has such a dominating control over me, but it is
a wonder he doesn't have this same control, over hundreds of others, gay,
as well as straight!

Dillan and I stood up, and headed up the stairs, to await our sound of the
bell.

We were not up stairs very long, before hearing the sound of one bell. That
was my cue to head downstairs for my introduction.  Once downstairs and
standing next to Danny, I glanced around the room to see just who felt it
necessary to attend this fight. Just who might want to watch, and place
their bets, as two young dudes go at each other, with one goal in mind, to
conquer, and dominate!  As my eyes made contact with each set of eyes in
the room, they became transfixed on one set of eyes.  My heart stopped for
a brief moment, fear raced through my body, my nerves on edge, as I stared
into the eyes of my former best friend.  Seeing the now ever present smirk
on the face of Josh, along with an evil grin, I immediately turned my head
to Danny and my eyes said everything words from my mouth could not.
Knowing full well, the uncomfortable feeling now presiding over me, Danny
only smiled, and winked at me.

The other dudes invited were, Dillans two buds, Justin and Cory. As well as
Sean, and Cody, and two other team mates of ours. Patrick, and Manny.  The
finale set of eyes belonged to a dude from my home room, named Zack.  With
the exception of Zack, everyone else attending, had witnessed me first hand
either sucking Danny's cock and being totally dominated by him, or (as in
the case of Sean and Cody) had been sucked off by me.  My point being, if
things turned bad for me here, and Danny began using me to please his
sexual desires, in front of those attending, it wouldn't really surprise
anyone other than Zack!  Therefore the amount of humiliation I would be
subjected to, should be less than what I have previously experienced.

Even with Zack as a new witness, did it really even matter anymore? I mean
wasn't pretty much the whole school now already aware of my new status as a
fag?

Yet again, my thoughts were being interrupted by Danny. He took my left arm
and raised it high. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Jay "THE FAGGOT"
Callahan, standing in at 5'9" and weighing approximately 140 pounds,
wearing only white briefs!  Jay is here today with high hopes, and I might
add, very eager, to restore his good name, along with some pride, by taking
on a younger dude. So lets give my fagboy here a hand, and wish him the
best!"

A couple of dudes applauded, including Zack.  It was now beginning to make
some sense as to why Zack was invited.  His parents were loaded, and Zack
was known to carry loads of cash around with him.  Danny was sure to do his
best at convincing Zack I truly was the one to bet on here.

Without me even noticing, Danny rang the bell twice, and Dillan came
running down the stairs, with his arms high in the air.  Standing next to
Danny, Dillan struck a pose, flexing his guns, and legs.  I must admit, if
I were placing bets, seeing the tough boy attitude, along with his young
muscled body, my first inclination would be, this dude is the one I'm
betting on.  He appeared to be totally confident, and why not? His guns
looked as though they were flexed even when they weren't.  His chest was
well defined for his age, his six-pack abs were tight and hard, his legs
from his thighs down to his calf's, were thick with muscle, and like I
mentioned once before, his shoulders are broad like his bro.  This hard
young body standing there posing, was only part of the total package, the
other part being of course the well rounded baseball size basket, packed
tightly inside the black speedo.  His basket being totally intimidating all
by itself, was topped off by the tight black leather driving gloves he was
wearing, and now pounding his tight fist into the palm of his other hand.

Danny took Dillans arm and raised it high, "Gentlemen, allow me to
introduce Dillan 'THE BOYSTUD' Fazio, standing at 5'7" and weighing in at
135 pounds. Wearing his schools swimming team speedo.  Dillan is here
today, hoping to maintain the honor of his family name, by taking on an
older dude. So let's give my bro here a hand and wish him the best.

Dillan got a roaring applause, and shouts from his two buds, "Beat the fuck
outta him Dil" "Yeeeaaah Dil, put him to sleep dude"

Danny announced the rules, or should I say the lack of rules. "Gentlemen,
let me take sometime now, to announce the rules here today! THERE ARE NONE!
Each fighter is allowed to fight however he wishes, using whatever is
within his means to put his opponent down on the mat and keep him
there. The fight will continue for as long as the winner chooses, meaning
that a KO does not mean the fight is over, only the winner will determine
when the fight is over, and he will inform us of this by standing on top of
the loser, giving us a victory pose. There are no holds barred during this
fight, and the winner becomes the sole owner of the loser for two
hours. What this of course means gentlemen, is the loser, will become a
slave to the winner. There will be no limits as to how the winner may use
his slave. So with this in mind gentlemen, if any of you are uncomfortable
with the lack of rules, or with the winner using his slave for whatever
purpose he chooses, including sex, (if he so desires), then I suggest, you
leave now, however, the $20.00 entrance fee will not be refunded! Also you
are free to place bets on the dude you feel may win this fight! I will,
keep track as to who is betting what on whom! I will ring the bell three
times, to inform the two fighters, they may begin! ENJOY THE FIGHT
GENTLEMEN!"

While Danny was giving his little speech, Dillan was posing and flexing his
muscles, while dancing around and shadow boxing on the mats.  I decided to
do some warm-ups and push-ups while stretching my body.  I was trying very
hard not to be intimidated by Dillan. I mean lets face it, I may not have
the muscular body that Dillan and his bro Danny have, or the years of
experience in fighting that they have.  However I don't exactly have a
toothpick for a body either. I work-out a little, and between the casual
work-outs and swimming I have an ok body. I mean it's somewhat toned, no
fat and not all bones either.  Besides, If nothing else, I do have the
height and weight advantage over Dillan, so that must account for
something, RIGHT?  So with this in mind, you would wonder why I was all
intimidated, other than his ability to fight and my lack of ability to do
so!

Well, I'll tell you why I was intimidated, you see it wasn't just the
muscled body, and his reputation of fighting! NOOOO!  The object of my
intimidation was something far worse, you see I couldn't keep my eyes off
his well rounded basket!  It was like hypnotizing me, as hard as I tried to
remove my eyes from it, they would always find their way back to that shiny
black bulge.  This was scaring the hell out of me for many reasons, it
reminded me of today while in the shower, thinking about Danny dominating
me while wearing his black speedo.  Finally getting off for the first time
since Danny started using me, I mean I really got off big time at the image
of him using me.  Tossing the strong possibility over and over in my mind
that I MUST be gay.  So I was more scared of what Dillan may do to me in
front of these other dudes, if he were to win, would I enjoy it?

I just had to do my best not to lose. I started thinking of a strategy to
use against Dillan!  He certainly wouldn't expect me to charge at him
swinging my fists wildly, and if I could take him down, by hitting him a
couple of times, maybe I could get him wrapped up in one of the many holds
Josh had taught me during our many years of wrestling. It was the only
strategy I could come up with.  Meanwhile, my eyes were once again glued to
Dillans generously packed crotch.

The bell rang three times, I tore my eyes away from Dillans ample crotch
and charged in at him. I swung wildly, not aiming for anything in
particular, but connecting twice with his head and face.  Again I
connected, with two wild shorts into his kidneys this time. He went down!
I stood over him in total disbelieve. Not at all sure what I should do now!
The only person in the room that didn't seem to be surprised by this, was
Zack, as he yelled out to me, "WAY TO GO JAY! NOW POUND HIM WHILE HE'S DOWN
DUDE! Don't let him get up!"

I looked over first at Josh, who seemed to be smiling for the first time
since all this shit with Danny began.  Then over at Danny as he sat there
with a look of total shock.  I looked down at Dillan, now making an attempt
to get up, I slammed my bare foot into his gut, knocking some air out of
him, as he clutched his belly and moaned.  "HOLY SHIT!" yelled Dillans bud
Justin.  Danny's words were along the same line "WHAT THE FUCK?"