Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2022 16:35:30 +0200 (CEST)
From: David Marrs <semperlacessit@mailfence.com>
Subject: BJ Sucker Chapter 1 (Gay/Zoo fantasy)

THIS IS A WORK OF PURE FANTASY. Please do not read further if you have any
issue with this being absolute pure FANTASY.

The adventures of PJ Sucher aka BJ Sucker: Chapter 1, The Initiation.

Themes: Gay / Domination / Humiliation / Oral / Semen / Zoo / Feet /
Underwear/ Socks fetish.

The silly, saucy tales of the nerdy innocent boy -- PJ Sucher, nicknamed BJ
Sucker by the rude boys in his school for his swollen blowjob shaped lips
and thin effeminate frame. Despite his best efforts to help out and play
innocent, his classmates at Hard Rod's academy for fertile dominant boys
always knew of his closet faggotry and were always seeking ways to punish
him for their own amusement.

''Hi, er, Patrick? He approached Patrick Pullman, a young alpha male,
rising teenage boxer and into many physical contact sports that had
sculpted his smooth body into tight hard muscle. He was freshly showered
and sat on a bench, his wet feet resting on each sweaty white sock to keep
them clean. His boxers were draped over his crotch as he fumbled with a
knot on his football boots. He was grumbling under his breath as PJ called
him again trying to sound friendly.

Patrick looked up, his perfect smile and sharp brown eyes glared at PJ.

'What do you want you stupid faggot?' Patrick didn't hide his disdain, he
could almost smell the desperation from this faggot, just as PJ could smell
the heavy load of sperm resting in Patrick's balls. He was jealous of the
condoms that Patrick filled and spent many a night hiding in the bushes
while Patrick aggressively fucked some useless blonde in his car.

'Oh, I'm doing a sock wash,' PJ stammered.

'And?' Patrick stared into him, mean. PJ noticed his boxers stir, the uncut
semi underneath ready to rise and choke him out until he slobbered and
gagged on it.

'Just hoping to clean them for you' he croaked.

'So go down and do it, stupid faggot' he spoke so openly PJ nearly winced
but he remembered they were basically alone. He could bear a little
exposure around the other boys. The hormones and his hunger for Patrick's
feet, his tanned long muscular legs. He could block it out.

He knelt down to pick them up but Patrick didn't move either foot. Gently,
PJ tried to casually lift one foot, he felt a jolt as Patrick's foot gently
relaxed in his palm. He was basically on his elbows and knees, his face
staring up at the soft white sole of a 9 size athletic foot. The skin was
soft and sweaty, he could smell a fresh rich twinge of sweat from the
toes. He felt tiny and useless -- in ecstasy - until the wet sweaty foot
plopped on his face with a vulgar slap!

'Hurry. It. Up.' Patrick spoke down to him hard. He had the mercy of a
drill sergeant. PJ became aware of two boys scuppering out, clearly having
watched him pinned by Patrick's foot, his towel now open showing his soft
uncut cock. It hung long and low between his legs, PJ was afraid -- and yet
hungry for Patrick to just release his fresh piss all over him. He was
terrified he would be forced to lick up every drop, to suck the puddle off
the concrete floor of the changing room.

PJ reached, unable to move his head and felt for the other wet sock. He
felt relief as the sweet smell of boy sweat left his face. As he turned his
head he felt Patrick take the sock and fold it inside out. He slid it into
PJs slack mouth and leaned in.

'Suck my sweaty socks you little feet faggot. I got a mark on my Good
Behaviour card for not wearing clean white socks in English class. From now
on you carry a spare for me or I will make you fucking wear them over your
head. Stupid faggot. Go slurp the spunk filled condoms I toss from my
car. We all know you do. You are so destined for big horse cocks. Just a
fucking bucket pussy bitch behind your phoney innocent demeanour.'

PJ stared up and feebly protested a muffled cry, but it was half hearted
and Patrick looked down at him disgusted, his semi briefly bounced and he
grumbled and ignored it.

PJ stood and went to take the sock from his mouth until Patrick noticed and
yelled 'No! Don't you dare! Keep it there till you wash it.'

PJ nodded and scampered off as Patrick tried to ignore his semi, muttering
'stupid fucking bucket pussy destined for big horse cocks'.

He finally undid the knot and tossed them in his bag. As he did Patrick
noticed one of those fucking sperm samples. The Dean insisted every boy
produce a healthy load of semen and each had to fill a small container
every week. The nerd of each class was given it to analyse. Of course for
them it was PJ. Patrick had yet to do his. He thought about tugging one out
for the stupid faggot but then thought of Rex, his friend Josephs'
rottweiler. He had never been neutered and boy was he always horny. Managed
to pin and knot the kid that mowed the lawn within 30 seconds. Took 20
minutes before the knot deflated enough for the kid to slide off the
swollen pink muscle, a dribble of white puppy spunk dribbled from his moist
gape, drenching his Spongebob briefs.They could use a Fleshlight to fill a
beaker for PJ and then all feed the faggot dog sperm.

Patrick grinned as he watched the pervert peel the sock from his mouth and
toss them all in the wash.

Patrick would give PJ the samples personally and give him his secret
bukkake desire. Just with a twist. A recorded twist.

PJ we made your samples, you can come collect it lol

PJ stared at the text confused. It was Patrick, but PJ typed a confused
response and asked:

But I haven't given you the separate tubes yet for your loads

He winced and corrected

**Samples

Well our LOADS are here. Was quickly typed back.

Patrick responded. Showing a photo of what looked like a child's large
sippy cup filled with a creamy blob of thick white globs of semen, floating
in a bed of prostate juice.

Pj froze. How was he supposed to do this if they were all mixed? His little
fat cock strained in his briefs.

Be right over, he messaged.

Patrick grunted as he read the reply. Dumb faggot thinks it's his birthday,
getting smart. He was watching Joseph happily wash out the Fleshlight, the
dog spunk was stinking but he didn't seem to mind.

Prob a minor faggot, Patrick thought. But he had bigger faggots to fry. PJ
was a smug little spunk sucker and Patrick decided he was going to play
into his game, and snare him.

As PJ saw the door open Patrick smiled warmly, like a chum. He was just in
tight Under Armour blue boxers and white Nike ankle socks. The house was
warm as he led PJ in talking utter shit about his research being smart and
interesting.

`So there it is', he said, pointing to the child's drinking cup.

PJ went to it instinctively as Patrick watched. He picked up the cup by one
of the wide handles. It looked like he was holding a big cup of warm clumpy
egg nog.

`I know you asked us not to mix but I thought first off can just put it all
together for you.'

He tried to look sincere but felt like both laughing and gagging at the
same time

`Oh, er, thanks', PJ said, trying to play it cool. He cradled the cup in
two hands like warm cocoa.

For a second Patrick sounded shy, almost vulnerable

'So...  is it ok?' he walked a bit closer, seeming to fidget.

PJ found it adorable the way he scrunched his toes in his Nike's. His smile
even softened.

`Yeah, no, it's great, I mean it's mixed haha but it's fine I can do a test
run.'

`Could you do it here?' Patrick asked, his face looking boyish. `Just to
gimme an idea what it is like?'

`Oh er, I'm sorry', PJ was genuinely apologetic. `I never brought the stuff
to test it'.

`That's ok, you can test it', Patrick said helpfully with a wink.

`You wanna be a `scientist' now don't you? I'll help you.'

PJ felt weak at the knees. `Oh er, sure'.

Patrick smiled in a way that disarmed the poor boy, `Pop the lid on your
`'sample'' - or what do you call it in private?'

He was suddenly very close to PJ, he sneered and whispered `Anything you
want to admit? Before your spunk fetish catches you up?'

PJ was stunned. He muttered `No, I dunno. No.' His small cock strained in
his briefs, leaking faggot seed.

Patrick grinned and seemed to remember something.

'Oh, hey, try this' he reached for a small black vial wedges in the
waistband of his boxers and popped open a leak proof cap and put it near
PJ's nose.

`These are poppers, cover one nostril and sniff deep and slowly.'

PJ was stunned, the spunk bowl was warm in his hands but he was frozen in
submission and he obeyed.

`Er, OK, just a lil', he mumbled.

Patrick ignored him and held his head in one hand and poppers to his free
nostril.

`Sniff slow and deep, do it right or I will do it till you pass out.'

He wasn't lying.

PJ whimpered and started sniffing, his brain filling with industrial
smelling solvent that made his face go warm and his mind soft as a
kitten. Patrick called it Faggot Juice, he used it for every slave in his
stable.

`Keep sniffing and hold it in', Patrick instructed.

PJs eyes went weak as he snorted down the bottle, desperate to please,
unaware he was making slight pig noises, Patrick was startled at how deeply
he was snuffing it down but remembered this dumb faggot was all for
show. He was a prime initiate.

He took the bottle away from PJ's nose and kept a hand over his mouth
watching PJ's eyes roll back. His hand gently let go as an invisible plume
of popper gas leaked out, and the faggot, like a flower, unfolded in front
of Patrick.

`You're amazing, PJ muttered at Patrick's socked feet, he had wilted to the
ground and sat on his ass like a baby.

`Yeah, compared to you', Patrick said, then felt a little mean at how
easily he said it. But it was true.

He quickly lost any sympathy.

`Go get your spunk cup and crawl to the exercise mat.'

PJ quietly, in a babyish daze held the cup carefully in one hand and
crawled over to a black York fitness mat in the centre of the kitchen
floor. He felt soft and vulnerable and safe with Patrick and his gentle
voice 'thats it, come on boy' as he slipped his semi noosed school tie off
his neck HARD RODS ACADEMY was printed in bold. PJ sat dumb and stared at
him innocent.

`You have to wear this', Patrick said, a bit awkwardly as he couldn't think
of an excuse but rapidly didn't care. He wrapped his tie like a blindfold
over PJ's eyes and stood back.

`Can you see?' He asked, in a friendly playful voice.

`Nope', PJ said helpfully.

`Ok good, so we, right now I'm gonna play Simon says with you.'

Patrick went to put on some music and came back.

`Ok', Patrick stood in front of the faggot realising how weak he was. He
could have him lick his soles and he would say thank you. He would have to
earn that.

`Raise the cup to your lips.'

`But I need to keep-' PJ began to protest.

`You'll get more', Patrick grunted, Slipping the iPhone from the waistband
of his boxers. He set it to record as his white socked toe touched the
bottom of the cup and began to tilt it into PJ's mouth.

`Yeah, drink it down. Do me proud. Prove yourself,' Patrick said in a
hushed tone as he checked the focus. It was crystal clear. The silicone
mouthpiece was expanding and shrinking as PJ gulped down the spunk. He was
hungry. Patrick panned to his throat and held focus on the expanding and
contracting muscle. This boy was guzzling dog spunk. A thin river dribbled
from the corners of his mouth. PJ had to snort for air as he gulped. It was
a heavy feeding.

His mouth stopped sucking as the mouthpiece looked swollen. It was clogged.

`It's blocked', PJ croaked. `There's so much. Please, mercy, I'm only
twelve'.

He was panicking, Patrick reached for the poppers and slipped them to his
nose, cradling his head as he sniffed again, no orders needed.

`You're the man for this. You got this. Take the pain.'

He repeated a boxers words for a faggots destruction.

He held the lip of the cup to the wet blubbery faggot lips and ordered:

"Suck it out and don't be a bitch, look at the cam - me, look up at me"

He grinned as the silicone lip expanded wide as PJ sucked hard and then
surrendered the thicker cock juice, inseminating the faggots orifice.

`Look up open your mouth.'

PJ did, careful as the sperm pooled near his lips, his tongue stuck up
lewdly in a sea of thick globs of spunk.

Swallow that down now, Patrick coaxed.

`Good lad, now the rest, a good suck, don't waste what we made, buddy.'

Patrick sounded like his patience was on edge so PJ obediently sucked the
thick bitter sweet globs into his mouth. He breathed through his nose in a
huffing motion as Patricks foot pushed the entire silicone lip into his
mouth. It was basically at a 70 degree angle feeding him. There was no
choice but to eat the whole doggy spunk meal.

The recording was held stone steady in his left hand as he pinch zoomed in
from his white socked toe to the gulping blowjob lips.

He watched the sucking reduce and lowered his foot.

`All done?'

PJ nodded, wiping his mouth.

`Good, so...'

Patrick was thinking how to wrap it up. He knelt and fed more poppers to PJ
while whispering

`This is like reality TV ok? And it's confession time.'

`Oh ok, so just in private', PJ said innocent and trusting.

`Yes' Patrick rolled his eyes and nodded, zooming out to show himself
giving PJ the finger.

`So,' he stood back and spoke clearly.

`State your name and what you just did.'

`Er... Pj such-'

`Your special name', Patrick corrected and in a joking silly voice said
'cheeky boy' to keep it casual.

He watched PJ blush in his mentally babied state

`I just... Um... Had my protein lunch and my name is Blowjob Sucker.'

PJ tried to laugh it off good naturedly.

He belched and could smell his breath, a stink of musky semen.

`Sorry', he muttered, ever the polite little sucker.

Little did he know his adventures had just begun...

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