Date: Sun, 04 May 2003 21:19:04 -0700 From: Liquid Dream Subject: High School Conflicts/ Chapter 2 Disclaimer: The true sexual nature of the people mentioned are not known. High School Conflicts Chapter 2 If you are reading this, I expect you have already read chapter one and fully understand the rules of high school conflicts. In this chapter we will witness another squabble that should end in an "explosive climax". Ben Chandler was very tall, probably 6'2". He had curly hair, a cute but mature looking face, and a good body built through his athleticism. But, for all of these good things, he had one really bad trait, he was very arrogant. Brian Heath was an absolute god. He had boyish good looks like none other. He had a nicely developed body, blonde hair, blue eyes, and everything someone would want in a total hunk. He, like Ben, was very pompous. Brian's girlfriend, Claire King, was a total slut. She had probably slept with every guy at school. Brian, however, did not want to see this part of her and denyed that it was true. He did it so much, he began to believe it himself. One day, Brian walks into an empty classroom by mistake only to find his girl stroking Ben's cock. Ben looks up in shock and tries to explain, but Brian already begins to charge at him. "Brian, stop!" Claire screamed. "Shut up you fucking slut!" Brian yells. "How the fuck could you do this?" Brian screams at Ben. "Fuck! Man, calm down," Ben pleads. "Fuck you, get your fucking pants up and get your ass out there!" Brian says as he points outside. Ben complies, for he knows what is going to happen. They are going to wrestle. As the two march outside, Claire begins to cry. Quickly, the public seems to understand what has happened. They all gather around for some entertainment. Like in all fights, they make a circle around the two combatants. "You're gonna pay for this, you bastard!" Brian yells. The two eyed each other warily as they circled around and around. Claire watched helplessly from the crowd, begging them to stop. The roar of the crowd grew, urging the combatants to proceed. A million thoughts were going through their heads, this would be the end for one of them. Both being strong, this would be a close match. The intensity in their eyes rose to a new level, and in a flash Brian lunged at Ben. Ben was quick to dodge, but could not execute a counter attack. "You're gonna beg for mercy before the end of the day, bitch," Brian hissed. For a moment, Ben considered pulling out his pocketknife, but he knew that the crowd would swarm him for dirty fighting. Again, Brian lunged. This time, however, he did not miss. Grabbing Ben's shoulders, he forced him to the ground. The crowd jeered as the countdown began. As the final number was bellowed from the crowd, Ben closed his eyes in utter defeat. The ground shook with the crowd's cheering. Silently, Brian stood. He looked down at his defeated foe. "Well, what do you have to say now?" Brian spat. Ben gave no response. Just a solemn nod of the head. With a short bout of laughter, Brian began to think. "Alright, here's what you're gonna do. I don't want to touvh you, so you'll give us a solo show," he began. Ben moaned in shame. "Take off all of your clothes, lay down, put your boxer-briefs on your face, make sure the crotch is on your nose, jack off, and play with your nipples until you cum," Brian finished. The crowd once again erupted into laughter as Ben complied, he had no choice. In 2 minutes, there was Be, lying naked with his face covered with his underwear. "Play with your pecs to get hard, and don't forget to sniff your crotch-funk while you jack it," Brian said. Ben did as he was told. Slowly, he brought his hand to his chest. Gingerly, he began to tease and tickle his nipples. After about a minute, he moaned as his cock got hard. The crowd laughed, but he continued. He moved onto pinching his pecs as his free hand worked down his torso to his turgid cock. He began to stroke himself slowly at first, then faster. With a reminder slap from Brian, he took a deep breath of his underwear. He moaned at the smell of his own underwear. The went on for about 5 minutes. 5 minutes filled with sweat beads, pinching, pulling, tickling, teasing, stroking, sniffing, moans, and whimpers. Soon, the combination of his nipples being teased, cock being jerked, and his own crotch-musk became too much. With an animal scream of pleasure, Ben let his load go. It shot all the way up to the underwear on his face. It was over. Ben was ruined and labeled a fag. Rumor has it that he's used as a sex slave to horny teens around town. And those underwear? Brian forced him to lick them clean. ;) Author: Hey y'all. I'm back!!! Gimme a message when you want to, hot_n_sexy1290@hotmail.com ;)Liquid Dream;)