Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2020 10:42:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Fall of the Parker Brothers Part Ten

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This was my first time actually studying John and I had to admit, I could
see why people liked him.

He had Sammy's looks, except fleshed out. Where Sammy was adorable, John
had all the same features except on a man's face. He looked like he had
just walked out of porno that was set in a locker room. His body though was
off the charts. Most football players were jacked but lacked definition,
massive slabs of muscle but not very toned. John was not like that at
all. At one point John lifted his shirt up to show Betty his abs and I was
amazed to see a perfect set of washboard abs. So he had Sammy's looks and
Eli's definition while looking like he was built from granite.

Yeah, I bet this guy had nailed more girls than our whole house combined.

What was also amazing was the fucking bulge sliding down the leg of his
jeans. It looked like he had a sock shoved in his pants, except I could see
the meaty head of his cock from across the room and from the way the denim
was worn, it was obvious he naturally hung to the left. Betty was playing
it up nicely, laughing at his jokes, feeling his pecs, but more
importantly, bringing him the beers I had set out for him. She was bringing
him the third one when she passed by me, "He's already starting to slur,
this is going to put him under."

I gave her a wink as she walked over and handed our boy his laced drink.

He drank it down in nearly one gulp, no doubt showing off to her, though
with his body it wasn't necessary. Within minutes his head slumped down and
jerked back up as he started to drift. She looked over at me and nodded. I
got up and walked over to the couch.

"He drank too much," she said, acting it up for him, "Can you help us to a
room?"

"Sure, you ok man?" I asked John, helping him to his feet.

"Yeaaahhhh..." he said, stumbling, "Goood prttyy..."

He leaned on me and I walked him up to my room, dumping him on my bed.

Betty leaned down and said to him "Let's get these clothes off."

His eyes were closed but he smiled and nodded, so I began to strip him down
quickly. I shucked his shoes and socks while Betty pulled his shirt off
over his head. I unbuckled his belt and tugged on his jeans, leaving him in
a pair of tight, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His cock was tucked to the
left, and though still soft, was bigger than most hard cocks I had seen.

"Damn," Betty said, marveling at the specimen of manhood that was laid out
before us.

"Once he's tamed, you can take him for a ride or two," I whispered to her
and she smiled and kissed me hard.

"I'm gonna hold you to that." she said and walked out.

Leaving me alone with my prey.

First things first, I needed to get him injected, which meant keeping him
docile for a few minutes. I grabbed the mask and placed it gently over his
face and mouth and opened the bottle of poppers. He took a deep breath and
then made a noise as his entire body seemed to relax. Quickly I grabbed the
syringe and tied off his bicep, luckily he had a fucking road map of veins,
so finding a good one was easy. I injected him with 100mg of MDMA. I undid
the tourniquet and within seconds he let out a contented sigh and a smile
spread across his face.

He was gone.

I climbed up onto the bed and began to feel up his chest. It was solid
fucking muscle, prime grade A, Texas beef. He made a sound and his smile
grew. I took the nub of his nipple between my fingers and pinched and he
let out an audible groan as his hips left the bed.

"Man, it has to be genetic," I said tweaking the other nipple, "All the
Parker boys are nipple sluts."

He twisted under my touch, no actual words had come out of his mouth yet,
between everything in his system I don't think he was capable of them
yet. I leaned down and nibbled one of them and the noises he was making was
just music to my ears. I moved up and licked his ear and he shivered a
little.

I began to tongue fuck him and he let out a small whimper I response. I
nibbled on his neck and he babbled something so I moved over and began to
kiss him. He instantly responded, kissing me back hard, no idea he was
making out with a guy at all. He was an aggressive kisser, which was hot in
it's own right, but I wasn't here to kiss.

I was here to break this stud.

I moved down and licked his neck, his pecs, licked the cuts of his abs and
then got to the promised land.

I grabbed either side of this underwear and said, "Lift your hips up slut."

His hips moved upwards as I slid them down his legs, his cock looked like a
sleeping snake, curled against his trimmed pubes. Though only half hard, he
was already close to six inches and it was growing fast. I took hold of the
beast and held it firmly in my hand. He sighed as I leaned down and licked
the head of his cock, precum coating my mouth as he shot past seven inches,
eight, got as big as Sammy, and then topped out at just above ten inches of
fucking cock.

It was incredible. I had never held a cock so fucking mighty before, it was
hard to believe that there were chicks out there that had taken this
fucking monstrosity and lived to tell the tale. My hand couldn't grip the
entire thing at once it was so thick, the head was an angry reddish color
as the massive vein in the middle of it throbbed in beat to his heart.

I'm not in any way a bottom, but I had to admit looking at this thing it
made me a little dizzy.

There were a lot of people on this planet lucky I was never given a cock
like this, jocks everywhere would have been forever scarred from the way
their ass was destroyed when I was done. I grabbed some lube and stroked
him to full hardness, he squirmed under me as I pounded that cock as hard
as I could, making him pant with lust.

The first step after getting your target drugged, was to get them
incredibly horny. Once in a dazed state the average male will just fucking
go with whatever feels good, as long as he knows it isn't a guy doing
it. Though once they were sex drunk and close to cumming, they stopped
caring so much and just wanted to get off. I needed to get John so turned
on that he would sell his own mother to get off.

He was thrusting into my hand now, his cock feeling like a piston in my
grasp as he fucked the air. Once I could tell he was getting close I
stopped, and he let out an audible moan.

I slipped the mask on him again and gave him a few seconds of poppers, his
head fell back onto the pillow.

Taking his hands I secured them over his head, this time with some leather
shackles instead of just a belt and made sure they were locked. I stripped
down while I waited for the poppers to wear off some before I went back to
turning him on. Once he started making word like sounds again and tugging
at the restraints, I went back to long stroking his cock, lulling him back
into a state of sex.

"You like that?" I asked, working his shaft from tip to base.

He nodded, still out of it, not sure what was going on but liking it all
the same.

As I stroked I started to nibble at the inside of this thighs, he cried out
as he spread his meaty legs wider, letting me have more access. I slowed my
hand down and began to feast on his balls, there were the size of fucking
avocado pits, shaven clean of course, because unlike Eli, he was used to
having people service him regularly.

I began to lick the underside of his balls and he cooed as he spread his
legs further apart. I serviced his balls and moved under them and he gasped
as he felt my tongue touch no man's land. That space between the balls and
the ass that men freak out, until they actually feel someone lick it, and
then they go fucking nuts.

"Whaaa..." John slurred as I worked the area over, I could feel him
thrashing around on the bed, trying to escape the feeling and trying to
push back for more at the same time. I kept this up for awhile, until his
moans stopped being those of protest and morphed into pleasure.

Then I stopped.

"Waittttt....." he aid, his head looking up, eyes unfocused.

"You want more?"

He nodded.

"Ok, hold on..."

I grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his ass, to give me better access to
his hole and then went back between his legs. God it was beautiful, there,
between those muscles buns, was a tiny, pink little rosebud, just begging
to be eaten. I spread his cheeks and leaned in, my tongue danced around the
ring and he jerked sharply.

"Wai....wha...no....no..." he began to intone, not quite finishing any one
word.

When I speared my tongue into his hole he grunted and I felt his ass tense
up as he clenched it tight. I was insistent, not letting up for a moment as
he tried to resist me.

"Wait...." he said, sounding half drunk, but more coherent than he had
earlier.

Fuck what was this guy's tolerance?

I stopped and grabbed the mask.

"What you doing?" he asked me, looking up at me confused.

I put the mask over his face and turned on the poppers. He said something
but I couldn't hear him through the plastic. He tried to shake his head
free and then just stopped. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as
the poppers took hold. Grabbing the lube again I coated his ass and my
finger and shoved one digit up into him.

He made a sound but I knew from experience, being this fucked up on poppers
meant you were dimly aware of what was going on, but you couldn't really
connect it to yourself. His ass was like an oven, even relaxed it gripped
my finger like a vice. My dick twitched thinking of what it would feel like
to have my cock engulfed in it. I took my time, I didn't want to tear
anything. This was about pleasure for him, not about inuring him. I wanted
him to crave cock, not associate it with pain or blood.

Once I got up in there I added a second finger, I needed his ass to be
loose enough that even if he started fighting me again, I had access to
it. With two fingers I was able to dig deeper, looking for this prostate
before the poppers wore all the way off. He was breathing heavy and I could
hear noises that sounded like no coming from his mouth.

I pushed in even harder and I heard him start to complain then then I
grazed it.

He froze in place and I could see his cock twitch in response.

Pulling back I ran over it again and this time he gasped, bucking his hips
back instinctively.

"Uh-oh," I said as I rocked back and forth over his joybutton, "Someone has
an itchy ass."

He grunted each time I hit his spot, his protests were silent but his cock
was doing all the talking for him. It was standing at full mast, all
fucking ten inches of Parker pride, beads of precum had fallen over his
fucking abs, smearing it everywhere, making his eight pack glisten.

"Your ass itchy John? You feel that itch?"

His head was jerking from side to side as his drugged mind tried to come to
grips with what it was feeling.

"It's itchy right John? Right?"

He was not answering so I stopped, and began to pull my fingers from his
ass.

"Nooooo..." he whined as they slipped free.

"Answer me John, do you have an itchy ass?"

He hesitated for a moment and then said in a quiet voice, "yes."

"Bad John," I said slapping his ass, "You know better..."

He made a sound when I slapped him so I did it again, and again, and
again...

"Sorryyyyy!!" he cried out, "I'm sorrryyyy...."

I reached up and put the mask on him and gave him a quick hit, before he
could zone out I asked, "You want me to scratch it for you? You want me to
take care of your itchy ass?"

He began to nod and then let out a throaty moan as his head fell back.

I shoved three fingers into him and his mouth opened and made a small
squeak as I began to fucking assault him anally. At first all he made was
small noises and grunt but as the poppers wore off those sounds began to
change into, "yaa....ya.....unff.....more...there....right there...."

He was moving his ass back best he could to meet my hand, he was too far
gone to care with someone had three fingers deep in him, it just felt too
good at this point.

"Still itchy John? Your ass still itchy?"

"Yeah..." he panted, "Itchy...get it...harder...harder..."

"You like this John? You like me helping?"

"Fuck yeah...get in there....come on...."

Well that sounded way too alpha for me.

"Nope," I said pulling my hand out, bringing a look of drugged shock to his
face

"Why?"

"I'm helping you out John, you're the one with the dirty ass. You're the
one that needs help, you don't tell me what to do."

"Sorry....am sorry..."

"Nope, you need to apologize for real."

"So sorry...please....please...."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me...please..."

"Help you want?"

"My ass...please..."

"Beg me John..."

"PLEASE!! I'll do anything...please...."

"Anything?" I asked?

He nodded.

I opened my dresser drawer and brought out the small vibrator I had there
it was thin but it had a powerful vibration to it and a remote. Perfect for
driving straight jocks insane. I slipped it in his ass and then turned it
on to the lowest setting and the effect was like night and day. John
whimpered and tried to push back on it, his fucking muscular body jerking
all over, trying to get more pleasure than he was getting.

I moved up and straddled his chest, slapping his face with my cock.

"Open up John."

He opened his eyes and saw my cock right there.

"You want my help, open your mouth."

"Please..."

"You want me to help you? Then you help me. Open your mouth."

He just locked eyes with me, and even though he was fucked up, there was a
line, things he would not do. And normally that would be the end of it. But
he was fucked up, in heat and had no way to get himself off. To make my
point I turned the vibrator up and his eyes close as he growled in ecstasy.

Then I turned it back down.

His eyes flew open in a panic and I smiled.

"You help me first."

He looked at my cock and then slowly, he opened his mouth and closed his
eyes.

I smiled as I laid the head of my cock on his tongue.

"Get to work." I barked.

And John Parker, 265, linebacker for the Aggies, alpha jock made of pure
muscle with a ten inch cock...began to suck me off tentatively at first.
But when I turned the vibrator up his tongue began to pick up pace.

Within minutes, he was slurping on my cock like a champ.

Yeah, his was going to be a good night.