Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 07:26:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Fall of the Parker Brothers Part Eleven

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I wanted to fucking shoot down this stud's throat so bad. Just blast a load
onto his tongue and make him hold it there and show me, like a dog
balancing a treat on its nose. I wanted to do that so bad, but I needed my
load to go up his virgin ass, which meant his mouth got off easy.

I kept adjusting the vibration of the toy in his ass, teaching him that the
more pleasure he gave my cock the more pleasure he would get. The key here
was to keep him so drugged up that he was learning these lessons
subconsciously. Sucking on a cock meant pleasure, he wouldn't be able to
connect those dots while sober, but they would be there, in his mind, that
was what this weekend was all about.

I pulled my cock free of his mouth and was pleased to see his tongue try to
follow my member out of his mouth. I looked down at that perfect face. His
mouth was open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, drool fell down his
cheek and his pupils were huge as he looked up at my dick.

This was going well.

I turned off the vibrator and he let out a plaintive moan.

"What's wrong? Ass still itchy?"

He nodded with a putting look on his face. He was really fucked up.

I shoved two fingers up into him, making sure to barely touch his swollen
prostate, "This better?"

He tried to force himself down on my finger, I was literally half an inch
from giving him real relief.

"Nooooo....." he whined as I kept my finger away from his joybutton.

"Not better?"

"Nonononono..." he sounded desperate.

What I should do is just fuck him and get it over with. Shove my cock up
that tight, football ass, and teach him what it means to serve his
better. I should do that, but I wanted to break him completely. I didn't
just want to overcome him with lust and drugs, I wanted him complicit in
his own downfall. Common sense told me to just fuck him.

But my desire to better him told me to undo his bonds.

"Ok bud," I said reaching up, undoing the cuffs that bound his wrists, "Try
to scratch it."

He scrambled around and I thought for a moment he might try to hit me. But
instead, he shoved a finger up his own ass and started to root around,
looking for that spot. It was impossible for him to get any real pleasure
that way, he simply couldn't get his own hand far enough up his ass. I just
sat there and watched him try for a bit before he let out a half sob of
frustration.

"Can't get it?"

He shook his head.

"Want me to help?"

He looked up at me with wide eyes and looked so desperate I almost laughed.

I grabbed the mask and put it over his face, "Deep breath."

He inhaled voluntarily as I gave him a hit of poppers.

I laid him back down, "Ok, I'm gonna scratch it for you ok?"

He nodded and closed his eyes as the poppers hit him hard.

I lubed my cock up and pressed it up against his virgin hole. I thought
about how many girls had worshiped his beast, how many pussies he had
destroyed with his monster cock. And then I pressed the head of my cock
into his hole and relished the groan that came from him as I popped past
his tight, little sphincter.

"Ooohhhhhh....." he moaned as I slowly pushed deeper into him.

His head was thrashing back and forth as he struggled with the fact he had
a thick cock up his straight, jock ass. I had to get in there before the
popper hit wore off, once he felt the sting of my invasion this was going
to be a race between his heterosexual protests and his inner slut. I needed
to start pounding his prostate before he came to his senses.

His hands pressed against my chest as he panted, "Wait...wait....no...."

I thought about hitting him with the poppers again but that was going to
take too long. Instead, I pulled my cock back and then thrust my hips
forward, slamming into him full force. He let out an oooffff....as my cock
piledrived him. I pulled back again and kept slamming him hard, not giving
him a chance to catch his breath. This was no longer about trying to
pleasure him, this was a fight between his ass and my cock, and I planned
on winning.

His ass was impossibly tight. I mean I thought Sammy had a perfect ass but
this was fucking pure muscle. Years of football training, squats, twice a
days, everything that went into making a perfect football jock also made
him a fucking incredible bottom. His protests went from no to oh then to
yeah and finally a lustful fuck as I began to hammer his prostate fully.

If you ever have the chance to fuck a straight jock, here's a tip. You can
overpower them all you want but the truth of the matter is that guys will
do anything if you can make them feel good. Now that I had him subdued I
stop jackhammering him and changed my strokes to slow, agonizing movements
across his overexcited prostate. In his state he didn't care that there was
a cock up his ass, all he knew was that there was something inside of him
singing and he only knew pleasure.

He started to jack himself off and I slapped his hands away.

"No! It's your fault you had an itchy ass, bad John!"

He groaned in frustration but he stopped trying to grab his cock.

"Am I scratching it, John? Am I scratching that itch?"

"Yeah...oh yeah...so good..."

"This is the only way to scratch that, next time we just have to do this."

He nodded, not caring what I was saying, but it was there, in his mind now.

I pulled his legs apart and was able to dive in even further. He whimpered
loudly as I began fucking him as hard as I could. I watched his abs
contract as he pushed back into my thrusts, trying to get as much of my
cock into him as he could.

"You needed this didn't you John? Wanted to feel this?"

He didn't say anything, he just laid there and got fucked.

"Come on John, tell me. You wanted this..."

"N-no....no...." he began to protest.

I'd pushed it too hard.

I pulled out of him and he gasped at the emptiness. I grabbed the mask and
shoved it over his face.

His eyes opened as I opened the valve and our gaze met.

I shoved my cock into him as the poppers took hold, leaving the mask on him
for the time being. He moaned as he threw his head back and I went back to
work. I fucked him hard and silent. No talking, no taunting, just a long,
hard fuck. I turned the poppers off as I went on, I needed him wasted, not
passed out.

I bent him in half so I could look down at that alpha jock face as I fucked
him. He was grunting with every thrust, his cock rock hard and spurting
precum all over his shredded abs. He looked amazing and the fact he was
under me, taking my cock like a champ got me too turned on as I felt myself
getting close.

I pulled out and his moan was loud as fuck.

"Turn over," I ordered as I moved him onto his stomach. He complied slowly,
his head so fucking high that simple movements were difficult. I pulled him
up to his knees and marveled at the fucking muscled ass staring at me. I
held on to his hips and pushed into him slowly, causing him to moan in
pleasure with each inch.

I began to slam him from behind, each hit eliciting a contented grunt from
him. I was pulling him back as I thrust in, trying to get as much as my
cock in with each push. He was panting, making small moans as I went, after
about a minute of this I felt my thrusts being met by him, instinctively
pushing back into me. I stopped moving and watch this massive jock fuck
himself on my cock like he was just another fucking faggot bottom.

"Harder John, come on...push harder."

He began to whimper, "Yeah....yeah....harder...harder..." to himself as he
really slammed his ass back onto my cock.

"You like that John?"

"Yeah....harder..." he intoned, no longer fighting me.

The next time he pushed back I thrust forward and he let out a throaty moan
of, "FFFFuuuckckkkkkkkK!!!"

Now I went at it, this was a grudge fuck. I didn't care if he was into it
or liking it. He was my fucking hole and that was all that counted. He
tried to keep up but finally, his strength gave out and he collapsed into
the pillow. I felt my cock twitch as I saw John Parker, fucking legendary
stud, ass up, taking my cock like the submissive little cunt I knew he
could be. I fucked him hard, making him babel with lust as I felt myself
get close. I pulled out and flipped him over onto his back again.

He was out of breath and just looking up at me with a dazed expression. His
cock was throbbing precum as his hole winked in hunger. I put my head to
his hole and said, "Come on baby, you know you want it."

He closed his eyes and pushed back, impaling himself on my cock
willingly. Once in I began to fuck him hard, my fist grabbing his cock and
starting to stroke.

"You like that John? You want more?"

He nodded frantically, "More...more....yeah...yeah..."

I let go of his cock and really attacked his hole.

He held on to the bed with both hands as I fucked him as hard as I had
anyone before. We were both covered in sweat and there was no stopping now.

"Fucking you hard John...feel my cock...yeah...you want it...tell me..."

"Faster..." he admitted as his eyes rolled back.

I felt his ass begin to squeeze my cock and I watched as ten inches of
prime, Texas cock exploded without anyone touching it. His cum sprayed
upwards and over his head, hitting the wall behind him. His hips bucked as
he covered his massive pecs with gallons of cum.

I pulled my cock out and moved up to his face.

"Open your mouth," I ordered loudly.

He opened it and moaned as I began to shoot load after load onto his
waiting tongue.

Once I was done I leaned down and kissed him, he returned it willingly as
we shared my load between us.

He smiled as I pulled back and then slowly passed out.

Stage one, complete.

I put the cuffs back on him and cleaned myself up before going downstairs.
I needed a drink and something to eat, after all...

This night was just starting.