Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2014 15:14:34 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Brian's Bitch 9 (authoritarian)

After sports on Monday I was walking off the field and Chris caught up to
me.

"I want to fuck you again," Chris said quietly in my ear without batting an
eye.

"You have to ask Brian," I said.

"I did and he said no," he said.

Thinking that settled it, I didn't respond, but then he added, "I know your
secret and you wouldn't want anyone at school, and definitely wouldn't want
your parents or mine, knowing."

"You wouldn't tell," I shot back, probably too loud as someone could have
overheard.

"You would have to tell them what you did too," I added much more quietly.

"I could just tell them about you and Brian and if they want proof that you
are his bottom bitch they can check to see if you're wearing his cum soaked
jockstrap," Chris responded.

Seemed that Chris had been more aware of what had been going on than he let
on at Brian's place.  As for me, not a day went by that part of me wasn't
worried someone would smell the cum which was constantly emanating from my
crotch or see the lines of the leg straps of the too tight jock strap that
reminded me every minute of every day what I had become.

"It's not his jockstrap, it's his cousin's" I replied sheepishly, to which
he burst out laughing, further illustrating how sad my place in life was
and how hopeless my case was.

"Where and when," I asked with despair in my voice, having resigned myself
to this happening.

"My parents are going to be out Wednesday evening," he said.

"I am a boarder, I can't leave school grounds," I said with alarm,
realizing suddenly the risk he was asking me to make, not just breaking
Brian's rules but the schools which would lead to suspension or even
expulsion if I was caught leaving or returning to school.

"You will find a way," he said and walked away.

I thought about telling Brian but I had no idea what he would do so I just
convinced myself that I would do this once and it would be over and,
assuming I didn't get caught off school grounds, no one would be the wiser.

On Wednesday after dinner I went up to my room to do my homework, what we
called prep, and once the prefect had both done his rounds, I told my
roommate I was going to the washroom and I snuck off the flat.

Sneaking out of the school and running the mile or so to Chris' house my
nervousness at being caught off school grounds had my stomach in knots.

Once in front of Chris' house that seemed to fall away and I suddenly found
myself looking forward to being fucked again by Chris.  That made no sense
since I hadn't enjoyed being fucked by him at Brian's house and found it
unappealing to watch him and Brian have sex and yet here I was excited for
him to open the door.

In fact, my hole almost felt like it was twitching in anticipation.  I was
definitely a bottom, hungry for this cock of a boy who I didn't even like
and who was blackmailing me into breaking the school's and Brian's rules
for his own gratification with no regard to the consequences to me.

Chris answered the door in his shorts and t-shirt.  I guess he hadn't
changed after sports, but looking at his body which was definitely getting
buff in his sports kit added to me excitement and my cock began to harden
in Brian's cousin's jockstrap.

I followed Chris upstairs to his room and without any prompting I began to
strip down to my jock.

Chris did likewise and was soon naked, his cock rock hard in anticipation
of what he was going to do.

"Take off the jock," Chris said and I did.

"Do you have any lube," I asked.

Chris left and returned with ajar of Vaseline.

"Where do you want me," I asked, having settled into my dutiful role as the
obedient bottom for Chris who in this moment was my top master - a top
master that I desperately now wanted to please and to fuck me as evidenced
by my raging hardon.

"Get on your back on my bed," he replied.

I did I was told and got on his bed on my back.

Chris climbed on the bed and lifted my legs to his shoulders.  He put some
Vaseline on my hole and some on his cock and moved closer so his cock was
pressing against my hole.

Chris slid easily inside me, probably because the Vaseline is so greasy
(though maybe because my ass was so used to being fucked weekly and hard by
Brian's big cock now).

Unlike the first time, Chris was no longer tentative.  His hands were firm
on my legs as he held them up against his shoulders and his thrusts were
determined.  Four days after his first time and he was fucking me with an
intensity and strength that I found appealing and my cock was soon leaking
precum onto my stomach.  Chris noticed this and smiled, clearly pleased
with himself at having made me so turned on by his fucking me.

While I was on a tight time schedule, as I had to get back to school before
I was missed, Chris was clearly not and he took his time thrusting into me
in a rhythmic and steady pace.  I found myself almost hypnotized by the
rhythm.

Looking up at him as he was above me I thought about kissing him, not
because I liked him but because of the position I was in, him inside me
which was so intimate and his face looking down at me within reach.  I
imagined Robert fucking me in this position, his blond curly hair and round
impish face smiling down at me and was reminded of the kissing we had done
those first two times at Brian's house.

I missed kissing Robert.  Our making out at Brian's had been so sensual.
If Robert was allowed to fuck me I would want him to fuck me like this
where I could look in his eyes, watch the pleasure on his face as his cock
buried deep in my ass.  Our lips meeting and tongues entwining.

I had been so enthralled when Robert lay on top of me and we made and out
and dry humped, imagine if he was inside me as Chris was now.  I lost
myself in my imagination as I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling of
Chris's room, his cock sliding in and out of my ass.  I tried to imagine
what it would be like to be fucked my Robert, whose cock head was so much
bigger than Chris' which, if I had to admit it, I was enjoying being fucked
by.

I don't know how long Chris fucked me, but I found myself lost in the
motion.  Everything else fell away, the need to get back to school, the
guilt at defying Brian, the resentment that Chris had blackmailed me and
the exhaustion of having run from school to his place after a full day of
school and sports.  Just the regular piston of his cock sliding in and out
of my ass and my hips pressing back to meet his hips as he sunk all the way
into me washed over me and filled my mind with thoughts of Robert who I
realized I had fallen in love with and pleasure at being fucked.

My trance was suddenly interrupted when Chris pulled out of my ass.
Without a word, he flipped me over onto my stomach and slid in between my
legs, using his knees to push my legs apart and lowered himself onto of me,
his cock sliding quickly back all the way inside me.

In this position Chris began to fuck me faster and the hypnotic piston
motion was soon notched up into a jackhammer as he fucked me as hard as his
little body could.  I couldn't help myself and this fast fucking motion
pushed me over the top and I began to shoot my load on his sheets
underneath me.

Shortly after I had unloaded my cum I felt him begin to shoot his load in
me.  His body collapsed onto my back, as his cock continued to spasm deep
in my bowls.

We lay like that, with him on top of me until he went soft inside my ass,
at which point he lifted himself off my back.

The second he was out of my ass, without saying a word I slid out from
under him, got off his bed, put on my clothes and exited his house.  I ran
back to school with that sense of dread again putting knots in my stomach.

When I got back to my room, my roommate told me the flat master had been
looking for me.  Those knots in my stomach tightened and I felt like
throwing up.  The desperation that I had been caught and the cum leaking
out of my ass into my briefs reminding me of what I had been up to and the
consequences of not just being caught but of Brian finding out was almost
too much.

As soon as my roommate left the room for the bathroom I stripped down to my
underwear, which I left over the jockstrap in case I was ordered to get out
of bed to report to the floor master, and got in bed.  I lay there
nervously for the next twenty minutes until lights out.

When the prefect made his rounds at lights out, he asked where I had been.
I looked to my roommate and he shrugged.  I quickly claimed that I had been
down in Robert's room, as I had permission to be on the junior flat.  The
prefect made a face (he didn't understand or probably approve of my hanging
around with boys 3-4 years younger than me) but he didn't pursue it.

I hoped like hell Robert would cover for me, but it was a risk because I
had not pre-arranged that excuse with Robert (in fact I had been avoiding
Robert as best I could since I felt guilty about agreeing to go to Chris'
house) and Robert's room was right next to the teacher who supervises the
lower flat so it was possible he would know I had not been there if the two
teacher's talked.

The rest of the week I lived in fear.  Fear that Brian would find out about
Chris and he would never fuck me again with his big cock.  Fear that my
flat master would look into my whereabouts and discover I had been off
school grounds.  Fear that Robert would find out I had let Chris fuck me or
worse, that he would never kiss me and be intimate with me as lovers again
now that I realized I desperately wanted that (that he would simply fuck my
mouth as he had the last few times, using me to get off the way he used his
female sluts).

The last fear seemed to be confirmed when on Saturday morning after
breakfast, having avoided him all week, Robert cornered me and told me to
follow him and led me into locker-room bathroom to the last stall.

"Where were you on Wednesday night," Robert began.

"It's hard to explain," I nervously stammered.

"I covered for you," he said, looking quite angry.  "But I shouldn't have
as you didn't even have the courtesy to warn me I was going to have to
cover for you and you have avoided me all week."

Before I could respond Robert put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me
down to my knees and began to undo his belt and pants.  His cock was out of
his pants and in my mouth and his hands were on my head before I could
utter another word.

I quickly relaxed my throat as Robert set into fucking my mouth right from
the start.

There on my knees on the tile floor, with tears streaming down my face, I
let Robert fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted, taking that big mushroom
head down my throat without a sound.

His hands held my head firmly as he thrust his hips.  I could have been a
watermelon or sex doll or one of his female sluts.  I was just a receptacle
for his cock and that was all I deserved to be - if he knew where I had
been and what I had done he would probably not even be using me like this -
I considered this my punishment and counted myself lucky.

It seemed to go on forever.  Maybe it was all in my head, because it was so
impersonal, or maybe it did go on for a long time, but I just knelt there,
my head held in the vice of his two hands as his cock slid in and out of my
mouth until he began to shoot his load down my throat.

When he started to cum he pulled out and continuing to hold my head in his
two hands he shot his load on my face and hair and neck.

Without speaking a word, he did up his pants and walked away, leaving me
there kneeling on the floor with cum on my face.

I deserved that.  If he even suspected I had let his classmate Chris fuck
me he would probably have not even fucked my mouth or cum on my face, so
humiliating as it was (he probably would never talk to me again) so I
counted myself lucky.

Robert had covered for me so I wouldn't be suspended for being off school
grounds.  Chris got to fuck me so my parents and friends wouldn't learn I
had become Brian's bitch boy (though I had no idea how long Chris intended
to blackmail me with that threat as I couldn't go through what I had this
week again).

Sure, the romantic Robert was gone, but I was at least still getting his
cock, even if it was roughly shoved down my throat in a bathroom stall in
the smelly school locker-room, and I was getting his cum even if it was
being shot in my face.

As these thoughts ran through my head, I had unconsciously undone my pants
and was stroking my cock as I instinctively licked the cum that was on my
lips.  I suddenly realized that I actually was incredibly turned on by his
cumming on my face.

Without wiping it off I knelt there and stroked my cock until I came on the
washroom floor in front of me, feeling his thick white cum drip down my
face.

So turned on was I that I kept kneeling there stroking my cock after I had
shot my first load and before long I was cumming a second time.  This time,
I used my free hand to scoop up Robert's cum and push it into my mouth as I
orgasmed.

What started with Robert angrily using me mouth to get off as I cried like
a girl had ended with my alone kneeling in a bathroom stall with cum on my
face having had the most intense double orgasm of life.  Sure it wasn't the
romantic making love I had fantasized about while Chris fucked me but it
was definitely HOT.

The only question remained, was how it would go with Brian that afternoon.

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