Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 13:19:59 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Thirteen This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Thirteen "Ask Jerod if he has practice today, Charlie" Tanner said to me as we sat down in the lunchroom. "Tell him I want to see him right after school at the south bleachers." Tanner and I always sat in the same table near the East corner of the lunchroom. There was room for six, but nobody sat there with us without an invitation. Oh, Tanner's boys would stop by to say hi and Tanner would occasionally invite them to stay. This, of course, was why most of them hated me, because I had this special relationship with Tanner, and they wanted it for themselves. As well as being allowed to sit with Tanner, of course I served him. I made lunches for both of us every day and I'd go get the milk and get everything out on the table and ready for him. If anybody was really paying attention, it was obvious that I was acting as his servant, and it was pretty clear that he owned me. Other kids had to wonder about me carefully serving him, but I wasn't bothered by this 'peer pressure' bullshit. I didn't give a damn what they thought because Tanner was my whole life. Not only did I not care that they might see me as his flunkey, I wanted them to see it. Hell, anyone with eyes in their head could see that Tanner was a god, a very special human being. And I was the guy that he picked to be his best bud. I felt honored every fuckin minute I was with him. So, I had to go over to the football player's table and talk to Jerod, the guy who hated me. Just like all Tanner's other boys, Jerod was jealous of me, but for him it was more than that. The day Tanner fucked him, he made me prepare him by licking his ass, the first time I'd ever done that. I don't quite know why Jerod would be insulted by me licking his ass, but he was. I would have thought he would have loved it. But somehow, he was offended that I would dare to not only stick my tongue up his ass, but stick my fingers up there as well. I guess maybe he just didn't want me there watching while he got fucked. It didn't seem to make any difference to him that Tanner ordered me do it. But the real kicker was, I think, when Tanner got us into a three-way kiss and said we were going to be good friends. I'm sure that's what really pissed Jerod off. He was the hunk, a very handsome, very muscled football star, one of the most popular kids in school, and I was a skinny little wimp, and in his eyes, not even deserving of wiping the dirt off his shoes. He was not about to accept a skinny runt like me as an equal, as a friend, no matter what Tanner said. So, he had developed this incredible hatred for me and wasn't shy about showing it. Twice when he saw me in the hall between classes, he told me if he ever caught me alone, he would rip my balls off. I believed him. So, you better believe I made a determined effort to keep out of his way. "Jerod" I said as I walked up to his lunch table and touched his shoulder. I knew what was going to happen and I knew it was going to be ugly, but what could I do? "Tanner wants ...." was as far as I got as he looked around, saw me, got this look of instant rage in his face, and jumped to his feet. "Tanner wants ...." I started in again, but he knocked his chair over and grabbed me by the shirt. This whole area of the lunchroom suddenly got silent. Everybody seemed to hold their breath waiting for Jerod to tear me apart. Holding me by my shirt he jerked me up to my tiptoes, and looking down at me, gave me one hell of a shake. Jerod is a hunk. As a wide receiver on the football team you can bet he's got muscle. He stands about six-foot-tall and must weigh 180 pounds or so, compared to my 5'6" and 119 pounds. "Tanner" I said and gasped. "Tanner wants to know." He held on to my shirt and just glared at me, trying to decide whether to hit me. "What" he snapped. "Tanner wants to know if you have practice today" I blurted out. "He wants to see you after school." He held me for a moment longer and then let go. Everybody around us let out a sigh of relief. Or more likely, a sigh of disappointment, since they probably wanted to see Jerod wipe up the floor with me. "Where?" he snapped. "South bleachers. Right after class" I gasped. "Okay" he said. "Now get the fuck away from me." He gave me a good shove knocking me over against a kid sitting at the next table. That kid gave me a shove too, damn near knocking me on my butt. I still didn't know if he had practice today, but that no longer seemed important. -------------- "Tell Darrell you're going to carry it today" Tanner said to me after class as he handed me his backpack. "I gotta go say hello to Mr. Carson." He gave me a big grin and grabbed onto his crotch as he said this. Tanner loved to tease. He teased all his boys some, but Mr. Carson was a special case, being a teacher and all. I know Tanner was going to go in there and show Mr. Carson the big lump in his shorts and get him drooling. If there were no students there, he'd probably humiliate him in some way and make him perform for him. 'Perform'? Oh yeah, Tanner loved his games, and he knew how to make a guy perform. That was Tanner. That was his style. "Oh, and go meet Jerod. Tell him to wait." Oh shit! No way! I couldn't meet Jerod by myself. "Tanner, please. I can't. He'll kill me" I said. Tanner didn't say anything, but just looked directly into my eyes until I got the hint. Then I gasped. "I'm sorry, Tanner. Shit, I'm sorry" I said contritely. Damn if I hadn't done it again, disagreeing with him. I knew absolutely, positively that I could not disagree with Tanner, not ever. He simply would not stand for it. I could be such a nincompoop. Tanner didn't say anything, but I could see the disappointment in his face. He was ashamed of me, and it really hurt me to see him looking at me like that. It seemed like I disappointed him all the time; I just couldn't do anything right when I was with him. I just could not learn to keep my mouth shut. My mouth always seemed to start before my brain kicked into gear. I knew I'd be hearing from him later. I tracked down Darrell and told him he didn't have to carry Tanner's stuff today. We were in the hallway with kids all around, but he ever so subtly touched his crotch and smiled at me anyway. I didn't smile back, trying to give him the hint that we had fucked up. I knew I'd never have sex with anybody without Tanner's permission again, and I doubted he'd give me permission to do Darrell. Hell, I hadn't even received my punishment for the last time yet. So, I headed out to the south bleachers. Jerod wasn't there yet, but just as I arrived, I got a blow to the back, right between my shoulder blades, sending me flying into the dirt. Jerod must have been right behind me. "You creepy little son-of-a-bitch" Jerod shouted at me. "You dare to fuck with me? I'll tear you a new asshole." He gave me a kick in the side. "Jerod, he's coming" I shouted. "He's coming." He tried to kick me in the head, but I got my arms in the way, so he only got me in the forearm. "He told me to tell you, Jerod" I screamed. "Please, Jerod." He just stood there glaring at me evidently trying to decide whether to kill me or not. "Please, Jerod. He told me to tell you." "Where the fuck is he?" he snapped as he looked around. I considered getting up, but then decided I'd be better off staying right where I was. "He's coming, Jerod, he's coming" I whimpered. "He'll be right here." He glared back down at me, looking at me like I was something that had been dragged up from the sewer. I know he wanted to stomp me, I know he was ready to, but evidently thought better of it. He knew he didn't dare piss Tanner off, and Tanner might not like it. So, instead of kicking me again, he kicked some dirt in my face and then walked over to the bleachers. I just stayed there on the ground. I wasn't about to move until Tanner showed up. After a couple minutes, Jerod walked back over to me giving me a dirty look; no, not a dirty look, a malevolent look. I put my hands up to protect my head in case he decided to kick me again, but he only kicked more dirt in my face. Then he walked back to the bleachers, acting very impatient. I could see the hatred in his face as he blamed me for him having to wait. I hoped Tanner would show up pretty damn soon because it was easy to see that Jerod's patience was not going to hold out very long. And then with a sigh of relief, I saw Tanner coming. And you wouldn't believe Jerod. You should have seen his face. It was as if you turned on a lightbulb, instant brightness. He got a great big smile on his face that made him look like an angel. And although Jerod may be an asshole, he was a very good-looking asshole. Very youthful looking, almost cherub-like, but projecting an image of masculinity. He was a stud. A very handsome stud. And right now, looking at Tanner, he was glowing. Tanner had a big smile on his face too as he walked up. He actually walked right up to Jerod with their noses almost touching, their eyes four inches apart. "I want you" Tanner said softly. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard." Jerod gulped, and I noticed his face getting red. He was so excited that it looked like he was actually shaking. "T-T-Tanner" he mumbled. "I .... I .... I ...." "I'm going to fuck your face, and then I'm going to ram my dick up that hot ass of yours." Raising one hand, Tanner grabbed Jerod's hair and jerked his head back. Then, with the other hand, he gave him a good solid slap. (whap) Jerod's whole body shuddered. I don't think he came at that moment, but he might have. He was utterly melting in Tanner's face. "T-T-T-T-T-T-T-" was all he could mutter as he shook with emotion. He was absolutely staggered and overwhelmed with passion. I had a clear recollection of Tanner beating the crap out of Jerod, making him suck him off, and then fucking him. So, I already knew that Jerod liked it rough, very rough. He loved Tanner working him over and dominating him. And I swear, at the moment, he seemed to be transported to another plane of existence, a place where only sexual energy and desire existed. I swear his eyeballs actually rolled right up into his head. Tanner spit into his face. Jerod groaned, turned on even more. "Ohhhh shiiiit" he moaned, his whole-body shuddering. Tanner slapped him again. (whap) "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" Jerod groaned, and the groan went on and on and on, and I think he ejaculated in his pants. His whole body went weak and I think he might have fallen if Tanner had not caught him. He kept groaning, and yes, he was ejaculating. "ohhh, ohhh, ohhh." Shit, how does Tanner do this to people? Tanner was grinning up a storm. I mean, can you imagine, a guy having this kind of power over another guy. Total control to the point of ecstasy. To the point of ejaculation. Jerod moaned some more as he finished shooting, and he leaned against Tanner, still not able to stand on his own. His face was red, and he was panting heavily. "I want you baby" Tanner repeated. "I want you on my dick." Jerod was now beginning to recover, beginning to return to earth. "Oh, please, Tanner" he whimpered. "Please do me. Please. Please." I was literally dumbstruck. Jerod was a true masochist. The guy who could have torn me apart with one hand, was a total wuss, a complete pussy when confronted by Tanner. And, there was no doubt in my mind, this was something Tanner could truly appreciate. "You got practice today, baby?" Tanner asked. Jerod was still panting and gasping from his orgasm, but he finally spoke. "Y-Y-Yes, T-T-Tanner. Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master." 'Master' he said. Oh man, was he ever ready to serve. I could see Tanner's smile get bigger and bigger. "You're going to miss it today" Tanner said. "Let's go." Tanner gave him a smack on the butt as they headed off. I grabbed Jerod's backpack as well as mine and Tanner's and followed along behind. I knew this was going to be fun to watch. Jerod, a true masochist, and Tanner, the ultimate dominant. I knew I'd see Tanner at his best. Tanner is a bully and demands subservience from his boys. But being subservient to Tanner doesn't make him a bully. What makes him a bully is when we are being completely subservient, and he kicks the shit out of us anyway, just for the fun of it. That's the sign of a true bully. Jerod might be Tanner's lackey, and his totally submissive boy toy, but I'd bet my bottom dollar that he was going to get his ass kicked anyway. As I opened the door to my house, Tanner pushed Jerod in and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it off, he put it around his neck, making it into a collar and a leash, just like the last time. Tugging on the belt, Tanner led him upstairs. And I was excited. I didn't hate Jerod, but I sure's hell didn't like him, since he hated me so much. So, you can bet your ass I wanted to see him get worked over by Tanner. I was going to enjoy every minute of this. The minute we stepped into my bedroom, Tanner gave a sharp jerk on the leash, forcing Jerod to his knees. Than he jammed his face into his crotch. "Suck on it, bitch" he demanded as he humped his crotch into Jerod's face. Tanner gave him only a few seconds, and then grabbed his hair, jerked his head back and slapped him. "I said suck on it." He jerked Jerod's face back into his crotch and gave him a slap on the back of his head. "Make me feel it, cocksucker." Jerod opened his mouth and tried to clamp onto Tanner's growing hard-on. He started sucking it through Tanner's shorts. Tanner just stood there, hands on hips, frowning down at Jerod, looking truly godlike. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it aside and flexed. "Pull my shorts down" he snapped. Jerod grabbed them and jerked them down, pealing them off Tanners huge thighs, letting them fall to the floor. Tanner jerked his face back into his crotch, this time against his baby blue bikini, which was already having trouble holding his growing prick. "Chew on it, bitch" he demanded giving Jerod another slap on the back of his head. "Chew on it." Jerod opened his mouth and started gently chewing and sucking up and down the length of Tanner's hefty ten inches. He reached around and grabbed Tanner's butt and held on. Tanner hit him again. "Hands behind your back" he growled. Jerod instantly obeyed, moving his hands behind his back, but keeping his mouth moving back and forth over Tanner's dick. I could see Tanner's bikini changing color, getting wet from Jerod's saliva as he sucked on the big whanger through the thin material. Tanner let him go for a couple minutes and then grabbing his hair, jerked his head back. He spit in his face. Jerod's mouth was open, his hair sticking up all over, and he was looking up at Tanner with complete adoration. Shit, yeah. He was in heaven. "Say 'thank you'" Tanner barked. Jerod just looked up at him for a second, and his whole body shuddered. "Thank you" he murmured worshipfully. Hell, yeah, worshipfully. He was in total awe of Tanner. "Call me Master, you little shit" Tanner roared. "Master, Master. Thank you, Master" he blurted out. Tanner spit on him again. "For what" Tanner snarled. "Thank you for spitting on me, Master" Jerod answered dutifully. My god, I'd never seen Tanner like this before. He wasn't just being a bully, he was being a tormentor, a real tyrant. And I loved it! Shit yeah, I was so fuckin turned on, I could hardly stand it. I'd already pulled my shorts off, but now I pulled my dick out of my bikini and started jerking it. Shit, this was hot. And him doing it to Jerod made it even better. Holding on to Jerod's hair, Tanner jerked him to his feet, getting a squeal out of him. 'Yeeaaooh, Master' he yelled. "On your feet, cocksucker" Tanner yelled as he jerked him up. Then, still holding on to his hair, Tanner jerked his head down, forcing him to bend over, putting his face back into his crotch. Then he reached over Jerod's back and gave his ass a slap. A hard slap. That got another yell out of Jerod. 'Yeeaaooh.' "Charlie, get him out of these shorts" Tanner yelled at me. I jumped to obey. I was embarrassed to have him see me with my dick out, but he was so wound up that I don't think he noticed. I grabbed Jerod's shorts and underwear and pulled them down to his ankles, and then got back out of the way. Tanner gave him another hard slap, this time on his bare ass. Tanner was still holding his hair, keeping his head at crotch level. So now, he pulled his bikini down under his balls, stuck his thumb into Jerod's mouth, and followed it with his dick. Jerod was standing there on his feet, bent completely over at the waist with Tanner still holding his hair, as Tanner jammed his dick down his throat. Instant gagging. Tanner didn't seem to care, because he pulled back for a split second and jammed it back in again, all ten inches. This time he held it there for a few seconds. Jerod was almost going into convulsions when Tanner finally pulled back out. Jerod fell to his knees, gasping madly as Tanner held him there in front of his enormous dick. "Get ready, cocksucker" he said and jammed his dick in again, all the way. Believe it or not, Jerod didn't gag this time, evidently since he had some warning. He just kind of froze there as Tanner crammed his face tightly into his crotch. And Tanner didn't let go. Ten seconds, fifteen and Jerod's face began to turn red. Can you believe this shit? I had to take my hand off my dick, because I was getting way too close. Then Tanner pulled out. "Suck it, bitch" he said as he hesitated for a moment giving Jerod a chance for a breath, and then pushed about five or six inches back into his face. Jerod started sucking. "Charlie" Tanner yelled at me. "Get him back on his feet and get him ready." I had to think about that for a couple seconds. Since Tanner was holding Jerod's head in his crotch, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled his ass up, bringing him back to his feet. "No cream" Tanner said. "Spit only." Tanner had made me suck Jerod's ass the last time he fucked him, but he didn't say anything this time, so I spit into my hand and rubbed it into Jerod's crack. I wasn't about to lick this son-of-a-bitch's ass if I didn't have to. Tanner didn't say anything, so I guess what I was doing was okay. Jerod kept wanting to sink back to his knees, so I had to keep an arm around his waist to keep him on his feet. I spit a couple times and rubbed it into his crack and then stuck a finger in. I wasn't being gentle either. Fuck him if he didn't like it. But, he was way too busy sucking on Tanner's dick to worry about what I was doing, because Tanner was now face fucking him, pumping his dick in and out of his mouth. He wasn't forcing all ten inches in, but he was pushing a goodly portion into Jerod's throat with each thrust. I spit some more until I could work two fingers into Jerod's butt, and then got back out of the way. I grabbed onto my dick again. I just knew this was going to be good. Tanner had a good grip on Jerod's hair this whole time, jerking him around every which-way. So, now, he pulled him off his cock and yanked him up to a standing position in front of him. Jerod howled again. 'Yeeaaooh'. Tanner spit in his face, and then slapped him. Yeah, he did, and I swear to God, Jerod's body shuddered again in ecstasy. And his dick started spurting and he started moaning: 'aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah'. Tanner slapped him again, right in the middle of his ejaculation. His head snapped back from the blow, but his mouth was open, his tongue hanging out, and a look of complete elation on his face. God, he was really enjoying this. "Turn the fuck around" Tanner growled at him. Tanner didn't wait for Jerod to make the move but grabbed him by his shoulders and jerked him around. Holding him there , he pushed down hard on his neck forcing him to bend over with his ass sticking up. Taking aim at Jerod's little crack, Tanner jammed his big whanger in all the way. Jerod howled. Yeah, he howled. I don't know what else to call it. It was somewhere between a howl of pain and a howl of total rapture. It must have been hurting him like hell, but he was loving the pain. He loved being used and abused. I think he craved the pain. Did I say he was a masochist? Oh, man, was he ever. Now Tanner really went to town. He slapped Jerod on the back of the head, letting him know to keep his head down, and then held on to his waist, holding his ass up as he slammed into him. Since day one I've understood that Tanner is a bully, and he likes hurting guys. Yeah, he gets his jollies by knocking guys around. So, I knew he was in his 'without restraint' mode right now, totally controlling this muscle kid with no limits, knocking him around and abusing him, and enjoying the hell out of it. Tanner didn't slow down for a second, but just kept slamming violently into Jerod's ass. No subtleness, no politeness, just hard, down and dirty fucking. Very rough fucking. It wasn't more than three, maybe four minutes, when Tanner reached over Jerod's back and grabbed his hair again, really jerking it this time, getting a scream out of him. With one hand around his waist and the other in his hair, Tanner jerked Jerod up to a standing position, slammed his dick in one final time, almost lifting him right off his feet, and let go. "Take it, bitch" he yelled as he started firing into Jerod's butt. "Take it, take it, take it." He pulled out slightly and slammed in again. Jerod's face was red, and his head was pulled back by Tanner's grip and he was yelling. I think Tanner was about to pull his hair right out of his head. Jerod was screaming, Tanner was yelling, and I was moaning as I jerked my dick like mad. Tanner was still ejaculating when I started to shoot my load. I saw that Jerod was still hard as a rock, but he'd already come twice so he was not likely to be shooting again. But, shit, I think he was ready. As I fired my final shot I saw that Tanner let go of Jerod's hair and put both arms around him. Hugging him close, Tanner started nuzzling his neck. "Oh, baby. Oh, baby" he murmured. "You are so fuckin hot." All three of us were gasping and panting from our exertions. Tanner still had one arm around Jerod, holding him against his chest, but I saw Jerod push back against him, shimmering his ass and pushing back against Tanner's crotch, evidently working that dick in even deeper and wanting it to stay in there forever. Finally, Tanner put his hands-on Jerod's waist, holding him still, and slowly allowed his dick to slide out of the slick hole. Then he gently lifted Jerod into his arms and carried him over to the bed. At Tanner's direction I got both of them out of their shoes and socks and then Tanner lay down on the bed as well, right next to Jerod. Putting his arm around him, he started nuzzling his neck and face. "You were terrific, baby" he murmured in Jerod's ear. "Best ever." Jerod got this enormous grin on his face. "Thank you, Tanner" he swooned. "God, that was good." Then for the next forty-five minutes I had to watch as they caressed and kissed and licked each other, all the time whispering sweet-nothings in each other's ears. I knew that Tanner could be sweet, but this was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Tanner was affectionate beyond words, being absolutely loving to Jerod. So, where does that leave me? Angry of course. And jealous of course. I had to watch them being lovey-dovey for almost an hour while my blood boiled. After the violent rape, they were as gentle as kittens with each other and among all the kissing and loving, they gave each other a hand job, Tanner cumming for the second time, and Jerod for the third. How could I compete with someone who wanted, actually craved being abused? We know Jerod is a true masochist who would take any amount of abuse to please his Master. I don't think I'm a masochist and it wasn't fair that Tanner appreciated someone who was. ---------- I was really getting nervous about Tanner punishing me. I mean, I'd fucked up over and over again over the past four days, and he kept saying 'later', 'later'. I wasn't about to bring it up, since why would I ask for punishment? So far, he hadn't said anything. I'm very well aware that Tanner doesn't let a single slight go by, so I know all the idiotic things I've done are building up, and I'm not sure how much pain I can endure. I love Tanner with all my heart and soul, but I also understand our relationship. We were not equals by any means. Tanner can't possibly love me the way I love him. I know that. I understand that. Tanner says I'm his 'best bud' but I know he doesn't just give his intimacy and affection away for free, I must deserve it. I must earn it. Tanner's my idol, my hero, and he is deserving of nothing less than my total devotion and allegiance. This will sound stupid, but I know I'm not worthy of his attention. Yeah, 'worthy' is the word. I know I don't deserve to be his best bud, especially since I constantly screw up. So obviously I'm thrilled that even though I'm such a fuck-up, he allows me to be his friend anyway. But Tanner is understanding. Yeah, he is, he really is. He knows I'm a total 'fuck-up' but he's willing to put up with me, he's willing to work with me, and that's why I love him. Of course, he has high expectations for me which I don't seem capable of achieving, but he's willing to correct me and show me the error of my ways. Yes, he believes in discipline, and I appreciate that. I simply must try harder to meet his high standards and if he feels he had to punish me, so be it. Being Tanner's friend, his best bud, is something special. And although everybody at school sneers at me for being his flunkey, I know they're jealous. Anyone of them would love to exchange places with me and be Tanner's loyal sidekick. So, anyway, I was pretty sure that my number was up. It was Saturday morning, and Tanner had just arrived. Just like most Saturdays, my mom was working an extra shift, so we had the whole day to ourselves. As far as I knew, nobody was coming by today, none of Tanner's 'harem'. So, there was no doubt he had planned this; just the two of us. And, as far as I knew, the only thing we had on the books was my punishment. I dropped to my knees when he came into the room, ready to take his shoes off. "Stop" he said. I froze. "Look at me." I looked up. He just looked into my eyes, not angry or anything, but not smiling either. I knew what was coming and I tried not to cringe. He slapped me. I forced myself not to yell, but tears instantly appeared in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Master" I whimpered as I looked down at the floor. "Look at me" he repeated. As I looked up he still seemed calm and collected, like this was just a normal occurrence. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was prepared when he hit me this time, but that didn't make it hurt any less. "I'm sorry, Master" I whimpered again. I bent down and kissed his feet, his shoes, and then put my forehead to the floor between his feet. "Do your job" he said. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I removed his shoes and socks, and then gave each of his feet a kiss. He didn't say anything or react in anyway, so I pulled down his shorts and then stood up and removed his tank top. I dropped back down to my knees. "I'm sorry, Master" I repeated. I was pretty sure the punishment wasn't over, but I didn't know where it was going from here. I was desperate for his recognition of my loyalty, and my total devotion to him so I kissed his feet again. But I was okay with the punishment. I deserved it. If he had to hurt me to make me better able to serve him, I wanted him to hurt me. But that was always a problem with Tanner because worshiping him wasn't a punishment. Kissing his feet wasn't a punishment, it was an honor. Crazy huh? But it's true. I wanted to abase myself and grovel at his feet, but I was already doing that. What more could I do to show him my remorse for my stupidity? Somehow, I had to let him know how devoted I was to him. I kissed his feet some more trying to show him my complete sorrow and chagrin from my actions. "I know I don't deserve you, Master" I whimpered through my tears. I kept kissing his feet as I said this. "But I am so sorry. Please, please forgive me. Give me another chance. I will do better. I promise." "Lier" he said. "No, Tanner. Please" I pleaded. "I will .... I will do better. I promise." I looked up at him. "Are you ever going to learn not to talk back to me" he said softly, looking into my eyes. "Am I wasting my time with you?" That hurt. I felt a sharp pain through my body, right to my heart. This was what I was afraid of, terrified actually. Would Tanner give up on me? "Please, Master. Please, please, please." Now, I started crying. "Tanner, don't. Please. I love you." I grabbed onto one of his thighs and hugged myself to him. Without a word Tanner removed my hands from his thigh and stepped away from me, walking over to the beanbag chair. "Mr. Carson asked me to move in with him" Tanner said bluntly, out of the blue. Talk about being shocked. I stopped crying instantly. Mr. Carson? "I wouldn't have to spend all my time here with you" he said. "What?" I yelped, stopping my crying. "What? Why? How? What do you mean? Mr. Carson?" "I mean what I said" he chuckled. "Mr. Carson wants me to move in with him. He wants to be my sugar daddy." "Please, Tanner. Please tell me you're not serious" I said. I wasn't crying now, I was too shocked to cry. This was horrible. This would mean he wouldn't come to my house anymore. He wouldn't have any reason to keep me around anymore. Of course, I knew Tanner had a real problem with his father. He only had a couple months to go before his eighteenth birthday, and his father had already told him in no uncertain terms he was out on the street on that very day. We had talked about this. "I'd get away from my father" he said. "Tanner, please, think about it. I .... I ... I mean, wouldn't Mr. Carson cramp your style?" I asked. "I mean, here with me, you can do anything you want." "What?" he laughed. "You think I couldn't do anything I want living with Mr. Carson? Do you really think that? Hell, I've got him wrapped around my little finger and if I want him to crawl, he'll crawl. He'll support me and wait on me hand and foot, and you can bet I'll do whatever I damn well please." "But Tanner. Just give me more time" I pleaded. "I'm still working on my mom. I know she'll come around." Of course, Tanner and I had talked about where he was going to go when he hit eighteen. And, of course, I wanted him to move in here with me. I'd talked to my mother about it. Over and over and over. But the problem was, she was having an affair with Tanner's dad. We had a big house, with a couple extra bedrooms, so there was plenty of room for him, but mom said Mr. Tanner wouldn't like it. I understood that that was a problem, since Mr. Tanner was a real son-of-a-bitch, but I'd always been able to manipulate my mother. I figured, with time, I'd be able to convince her. "You know that ain't gonna work, Charlie. Me? Right across the street from the asshole? I'd see him every day. And, besides you've said he spends a lot of nights in your mom's bed anyway." "But Tanner ....," I said. I suppose I knew that it wouldn't work either, but I couldn't face that. I was desperate. I couldn't lose him. Tanner was my whole life. I couldn't lose him. "You can't go, Tanner. You just can't." Every time we talked about this, I got tears in my eyes. I mean, I simply couldn't conceive of my life without Tanner. It would be like my whole life coming to an end. "I moved out once before" Tanner said, "back in Crystal City." "You did?" I questioned. "You did? You never told me that." "Yeah" he said laughing. "But that was my downfall. That's when we moved here." "You what?" I asked. "You moved out, but then you had to move? I don't understand." "It's complicated" Tanner said, still laughing. "Very complicated." "Please, Tanner" I said. "Tell me about it. I want to hear it." For the moment, it seemed that Tanner had forgotten about my punishment, so this was a good thing. A very good thing. "What happened?" I asked. "I've got something to tell you, Charlie" Tanner said, looking over at me where I was still kneeling on the floor. "We've got a guest coming by this morning." "Oh?" I queried. "Yeah, my fuckboy from Crystal City." Then he laughed. "My piss-boy actually." "What?" His piss-boy? Hopefully my punishment was over, but now I was interested. Who was this, and how was he Tanner's piss-boy? Tanner had not talked much about why they had to move from Crystal City. He just said he got into trouble with a couple teachers. "You moved in with your piss-boy?" "He was one of my teachers; Mr. Strump. Allen Strump, my 'cum dump'. He was my PE teacher and football coach, but I turned him into my fawning boot-licker, and I mean that literally," he laughed. "I had the cleanest damn boots in the city." "Shit, Tanner. Really?" I wiped the tears from my eyes as he chuckled, reminiscing past times. "Yeah" he really laughed now. "He was also my ass-kisser, and I mean that literally too. So, you can imagine how shiny clean my ass was too." I had to laugh along with him, now, my tears forgotten. "Jesus, Tanner. Jesus. You are something else." "Yeah, I am" he said. He just lay there in the beanbag chair, remembering times past. Then he looked at me. "Come here, Charlie." I stayed on my knees but crawled over to him. "Up here" he said, and I crawled into the chair at his side as he put his arm around me. He grabbed onto my ass, as I snuggled up, and I swear to God, this was my favorite position in the world. Lying there, up against his hard-muscled body, his arm around me, his hand cupping my ass. This was nothing less than heavenly. I gave him a light kiss on the shoulder but knew I couldn't do more without his permission. If he wanted me to touch him and worship him he would let me know. But just lying there against his very hard body, with his hand squeezing my butt was nirvana. "Please, Tanner" I whispered. "Tell me about Crystal City." "I was a mean bastard back then" he said which caused me to perk up my ears. "And I was really aggressive, but I've calmed down a lot now. I had a chip on my shoulder like you wouldn't believe. But now, I ain't near what I used to be." He calls this 'calmed down'? Slapping guys around while fucking them and demanding total cringing subservience? This is 'calmed down'? "You're kidding, right?" I said and laughed, trying to make a joke out of it. "You were aggressive then? You're not aggressive now? Huh?" "Hell, you don't know the half of it" he laughed. "I mean, let me tell you about Mr. Strump, my first bitch. Even before I ever saw him, I heard that he might be gay. That's what the talk was. I'm not sure if I was even sixteen then, but I recognized his queer ass from the first day I saw him. I mean, the fucker couldn't keep his eyes off of me and my big prong. It took me two seconds to figure out that he was a wimpy fag, and I decided on the spot that he was going to be my wimpy fag. "Of course, I admit I dressed to tease, just to see what would happen. The regulation outfit in gym class was white gym shorts and a white t-shirt. So, on the first day of class I skipped the t-shirt completely and the white shorts I wore were tight spandex shorts which were molded around the outline of my prick. And you know me; even back then I spent my life in the gym, so I was built like a brick shit house. I was a stud. "'T-T-Tanner, those are not regulation gym s-s-shorts' Mr. Strump said to me. Yeah, he stuttered. That pretty much let the cat out of the bag. Right then and there I knew he was going to be my bitch. `And everyone must wear a t-shirt' he said. "'You don't like these shorts, Mr. Strump?' I said slyly. I know he was fuckin turned on and was trying his damnedest not to look at me and that lump in my shorts, unsuccessfully. Hell, I could see it in his pants, his sweatpants. No doubt about it, there was a big lump showing there. "'Get regulation ones by tomorrow' he said. `Now go get a t-shirt.' I gave him a big shit-eating grin as I stood up. "'Okay, coach. Gotcha.' "But I had no patience back then. I was incredibly aggressive. So, after football practice that day I waited out in the parking lot for Mr. Strump. I had put my denim cutoffs and my t-shirt in my backpack and was wearing only the slinky spandex shorts I'd had on in class. The minute he started to get into his car, I slid into the passenger side. "'Tanner!' he yelped in surprise. Yeah, he was surprised. I hadn't showered after football, so my muscles were gleaming with a layer of sweat making me look positively scrumptious, particularly to a fag like Mr. Strump. He was totally blown away. And although my dick wasn't hard in class today, it sure was hard now. Hard and leaking and raring to go. "Hi-ya coach" I said, giving him a bright smile. "Loved your class today. "Tanner, wha...." "I put your favorite shorts on" I said, interrupting him. "I noticed in class that you liked them." He glanced down and couldn't help but see the enormous bulge outlined in the shorts. "'Shit' he murmured and actually gasped in surprised. I laughed, having a pretty good idea what was going on in his head. I mean, I'm gorgeous. And sitting here next to him with my gleaming muscles and enormous cock showing, I was literally mindboggling, the sexiest thing on the planet. "'I grabbed his hand and pulled it over to my cock, holding him there. "'No, Tanner. No. Stop it.' He tried to pull away, but you know me. With my muscle and strength ain't no PE coach gonna pull away from me. I moved his hand around giving him a good feel of my meat and forcing him to squeeze it. "So, without belaboring the point, Mr. Strump gave me a blowjob there in the parking lot. I was sure he was a fag, so I figured he wasn't new to sucking cock, so I really went at it and enjoyed myself. This was the first time I'd ever fucked somebody's face and forced them to take all ten inches of my dick, but Strump took it like a champ. Oh, I had to slap him a few times at first to get his cooperation but once I got him over his reluctance of doing a student he was great. He weren't no amateur I can tell you. "Oh, he choked some and kept gagging, but that's to be expected since I'm so big. But the truth is, I was so hot that I couldn't hold out. I blew my wad in not more than ten minutes. "And I'll tell you this. When we were done I owned him. He fuckin belonged to me. I mean, after I pulled him off my dick I looked him in the eye with this huge grin on my face. 'You're my bitch now, Mr. Strump' I said. `You-are-my-bitch.' I was holding his hair making him look at me. `And you know what? You liked it. You liked being my bitch.' He didn't react. He didn't say anything. "I gave him a big grin. `And I liked it too' I said. `You were hot.' "'No, Tanner. I ....' He could barely talk because of his sore throat. Yeah, as I said, I wasn't easy on him. "'We've got to do this again sometime, Mr. Strump' I chuckled. `What do you think?' I gave his cheek a couple friendly pats. He didn't say anything. `I'll tell you what I think' I said. `I think you liked it. I think you liked being my bitch. That's what I think.' He still didn't react. "Reaching down, I pulled up my spandex shorts. 'See you later, teach' I said as I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car. "I had the biggest grin on my face that you could imagine, and I started whistling as I walked home. Damn, did I ever feel great." ----------- "So, Charlie, that was my first bitch in Crystal City" Tanner said to me. "And that's when I decided to collect them. That was when I came up with the idea of having my own collection of fuckboys." He laughed. "Shit, I had a lot of fun in Crystal City." "Jesus, that is so fuckin hot, Tanner" I said in awe. "You are such a stud." Yeah, what a stud; but what a wicked stud. "So, is Mr. Strump the one that is coming by this morning?" I asked. "Yeah, Gary said he was." "Gary?" I queried. "Yeah, Bill Gary, the other teacher I was fucking, my history teacher. He's the one that called me. He's still got the hots for me too. They're the ones that got me into trouble." "They are?" I queried. "You said you got caught with the two of them? Is that what you said?" "Hey, you remembered" he said and gave my ass a good squeeze. "Yeah. It was the two of them. The first time I had them together." "And?" I asked. "You gonna tell me about it?" "My old man walked in on us. The fucker wasn't supposed to be home." "Oh, shit. That must have been horrible." "It was worse than horrible. I was in the middle of the hottest fuck session I've ever had in my life." "What? Really?" "No doubt about it. It makes me hard, just thinking about it." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I was training them to take my piss. Yeah, I was. They didn't want to at first, but that was the whole point. That's what made it so fuckin hot, doing it against their will. You cannot imagine how hot it is pissing in a guy's face as he looks up at you." Tanner gave a big belly laugh, shaking the whole beanbag chair. "Shit, that was hot." "Wow!" I said. "It was their first time, my first time too actually," he said. "But they were really getting into it, as I went back and forth between them, but that's when my dad walked in. I coulda screamed when my dad interrupted us. Hell, I think I did scream." "Damn, I had good times in Crystal City." Comments appreciated: gladiatorkid@hotmail.com Remember to support Nifty with your donations.