Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 08:14:07 -0800
From: Daniel Webster <dbp2001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Longhorn_Justice-Pt2

Disclaimer: The following is fictional account of explicit sexual activity
between adult males. If this offensive to you or it is prohibited for you to
read this material because of your age of community laws, please do not read
further. This fictional account does use the names of some real persons. The
characters based on these names have no basis in fact. The author has no
knowledge of the sexual preference or orientation of the persons named as
characters. In other words, this fictional account is pure fantasy, created
solely for the private entertainment of the reader.

Longhorn Justice: Part 2

Coach Brown nodded to the teammates holding Chris firmly in the corner of
the locker room. "The rest of the team has cleared out, the locker room is
empty. Remember the rules, boys - no visible marks, no permanent damage."

"Yes sir, Coach Brown" the boys holding Chris shouted in unison. Coach Brown
nodded, and walked away briskly. The blood drained from Chris's already pale
face.

Trembling, Chris faced his tormentor, Major Applewhite, his nemesis for the
starting position of the UT Longhorns. "So what the fuck are guys going to
do?" Chris demanded, struggling to remain in control over his trembling
fear. "You going to beat me up? He questioned. "You going to beat me up for
having a bad day?"

"No Chrissy" Major assured him. "We're going to give you a taste of Longhorn
Justice.

Chris's mind raced, struggling to sense the seriousness of his situation.
He'd heard whispers about 'Longhorn Justice' before. An East Coast boy deep
in the heart of Texas, the whispers had hushed; people moved away from him
what he'd asked about Longhorn Justice. Now he was confronted with it
firsthand. So what the fuck is this Longhorn Justice about?" he demanded
angrily. "You Texans beat the fuck outta someone you don't like?"

"No, no Chrissy" Major assured him. "Longhorn Justice isn't about beating
someone up. Longhorn Justice is a time-honored tradition her at U.T. -
Longhorn Justice is straight and simple. You fuck up - you fuck up so bad
you hurt the team - you get fucked up. You get fucked right up the ass."

Chris's eyes widened in shock. "You gotta be kidding me!" he exclaimed in
disbelief.

"Let's git Chrissy's panties off and git him ready boys" Major commanded his
teammates. With two of his teammates holding Chris firmly by his shoulders,
his arms pinned behind his back, the Major stepped in front of him ripped
Chris's boxer shorts down to his ankles. Chris was then shoved roughly
toward the locker room bench. Chris fought and struggled against his
tormentors, twisting and squirming. "Look at the dick, boys!" Major shouted,
pointed to Chris's shriveled, undersized penis. "I've seen bigger clits than
that in Texas!" he laughed. Chris's face burned red in humiliation, and
paused his struggles. Abruptly, Major stepped forward and gripped Chris's
testicles firmly. He squeezed them hard and yanked down on them. Chris
howled in protest. Caught off guard, his naked body was forced into a
kneeling position on the locker room bench. In a flash rope was wrapped and
tied around the calves of his legs, securing them tightly to the bench.
Another piece of rope bound his hands behind his back. Chris was effective
bound & trussed in a kneeling position on the bench, his bubble butt ass
pointing out behind him. "Look as his butt!" Major laughed. "He's got a clit
for a dick and a girl's ass for a butt" he laughed loudly. Major drew his
arm back and smacked his hand loudly on Chris's ass. Chris gasped in
surprise. Major continued forward, placing his hands firmly on Chris's
shoulders, pushing Will Allen out of the way. "Will?" Major began, using his
teammate's nickname, "You always said you wus so horny you'd fuck a snake if
we if we'd hold it still for you. Well, here's your chance. Chrissy's the
snake, and we're holding her still for you."

Will began moved behind Chris, the stocky 6'6", 290 pound Offensive Lineman
considering the boy ass presented before him. He grabbed Chris's round, full
ass checks and spread them apart to reveal Chris's rosebud. Seeing Chris's
rosebud still red and puffy from the abuse the night before, he chuckled.
"It even kinda looks like a twat - a little old heifer twat," he laughed.
Chris's faced burned red in shame.  Will's dream as a college football
player was to win the National Championship, and he was mad as hell at
losing the game today. He'd volunteered for his spot in Chris's Longhorn
Justice, wanting to vent his anger through Chris's total humiliation. "I
never fucked no boy twat before," he confessed, "but I guess I'll have a go
at it." He pulled his already engorged meat from his briefs and began to
stroke it into full erection. Chris trembled with fear and secret
excitement, not believing this happening. Surely he was not going to get
gang banged by his own teammates, in their own locker room . . .

"Remember the rules" Major commanded. "No permanent damage. You fuck him dry
with that big old Longhorn you'll rip Chrissy a new one. Loosen his twat up
first with that muscle balm." Will nodded and reached for the large tub of
mentholated muscle balm. Smearing a large glob onto two of his fingers, he
put it to Chris's hole and jabbed them roughly inside. Chris howled at that
abrupt invasion, and from the burning sensation from the balm spreading
through the inside of his ass. Will jabbed and twirled his fingers in
Chris's hole, coating the walls of his rectum with the balm. Abruptly he
withdrew his fingers, causing Chris to gasp. He scooped a large glob of balm
with three of his fingers and then crammed them into Chris's hole. By the
time Will was up to four fingers fully pressed up to his palm in Chris's
hole, Chris was trembling from the stimulation, squirming and twisting from
the sensation his guts were on fire from within. Will grinned evilly.

"Put on a condom" Major told Will. "We don't know where Chrissy's twat has
been, and you sure as hell don't want any of that muscle balm getting on
your cock." Will nodded, reached for the condom packet. Although the condom
was one of those pre-lubed condoms, Brock struggled to stretch and fit the
"one size fits all" condom onto his thick engorged cock. Finally he had it.
Leaning forward, he gripped Chris's ass firmly with his hands and lined the
head of his cock with Chris's hole. With one swift lunge, he plunged the
full length of his shaft fully into Chris until his groin crashed into
Chris's ass, knocking Chris forward into the hands of his captors. Chris
moaned loudly. His captors shoved him backwards, impaling Chris even further
onto Will's narly knob. Chris moaned again.

"Sweet Lord almighty!" Will shouted in pleasure. "That is one sweet twat."
He pulled his cock completely, lined his cockhead against Chris's hole, and
repeated his maiden plunge. Bracing for the onslaught, Chris unwittingly
pushed back to meet the thrust, squeezing the invader tightly with his ass
muscles as it speared him in automatic reflex. "Oh fuck yeah!" Will hoarsely
breathed, sounding like a bull in heat. "Chrissy's twat is sweeter and
tighter than any heifer twat I ever fucked!" he exclaimed, shamelessly
admitting to his sexual experimentation with female calves in his youth on
the ranch. "But," Will continued, "a heifer don't like it when you stick it
in her twat. A heifer squeals like all hell, and tries to get away. Chrissy
here seems to like it. He pushed his pussy back get even more of my cock in
him. His twat is squeezing the hell outta my cock, milking it like there's
no tomorrow." Chris's captors laughed loudly. "And, I don't hear him
protestin' none. All he does is moan like a bitch in heat. I dunno  . . .
it's kinda queer when they like it so much, don't you think?" he added with
a smirk.

"No problem, Will" Major began. "We can fix this. We'll hold onto Chrissy
better for you, and push him back on you when you shove that Longhorn up his
twat." He took hold of Chris's chin  and pulled his face to look up at him.
"And Chrissy, you squeal like a stuck heifer for Will" he commanded,
grinning broadly.

"Whaaat?" Chris asked incredulously. He jerked suddenly, in reaction to the
loud smack on his ass.

"Squeal for us, Chrissy" Will's voice demanded from behind Chris. "Like
this: Moooooiieeee! Oooooooeeeeeee!" He smacked Chris's ass loudly again.
"Do it Chrissy! Squeal like a heifer for us" he commanded.

This was too much for Chris, he would not submit to this depravity. "Fuck
you guys!" he shouted defiantly.

Brock Edwards, the strapping 6' 5", 260 pound Tightend held Chris's
shoulders next to Major. He nodded knowingly to Major, and reached his arm
under Chris, searching. His hand found its target; he wrapped his hand
firmly around Chris balls, squeezing them hard. With a twisting motion, he
yanked them down hard, stretching Chris's ballsac to its limit.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Chris screamed in agony.

Smack! Will's hand landed loudly on Chris's rump. "No, damnit!" he shouted.
"Not 'Ahhhhh!" he said in an artificially high voice. "Like this:
Moooooiieeee! Oooooooeeeeeee!"

Brock twisted and squeezed Chris's balls cruelly. Chris capitulated,
deciding to submit to whatever would happen to him. It had to be better than
the agony he felt in his balls. "Moooooiieeee! Oooooooeeeeeee!" he shouted
through clenched teeth.

Smack! Smack! cracked loudly as Wilbur beat on Chris's ass. "Louder! Louder"
he demanded.

"MOOOOOiiEEEE! OOOOOOOEEEEEEE!" Chris screamed at the top of his lungs.

With a knowing, smiling nod to Major & Brock, Will gripped Chris's hips
firmly and rammed his cock into Chris roughly. Major and Will pushed back on
Chris's shoulders, pushing him back to meet Brock's cock, ramming it to its
deepest possible limit. With Brock's hand still squeezing Chris's balls
tightly, the backward motion stretching them further still.

"MOOOOOiiEEEE! OOOOOOOEEEEEEE!" Chris screamed.

Will commenced a brutal assault on Chris's ass, pulling back as far as he
could and keep his cock nestled in Chris's hole then ramming it in full
length, to have Chris thrust forcefully backward to meet the thrust,
cramming Will's cock deeper still. In their enthusiasm, Major and Brock
pushed Chris back too hard, knocking Will backward, his cock withdrawing
from Chris's clenching hole with a loud pop. Holding his cock in hand, he
aimed it at Chris's now gaping hole from a foot away and lunged forward as
if he were tackling an opponent. His aim was true, and his rigid tool
speared its way through the entrance to Chris's hole and plunged full length
deep into his guts. His forward motion knocked Major and Brock backward,
almost off balance. With a wink and knowing smile, they rammed back on
Chris's shoulder, impaling him deeper on Will's rock hard cock.

"MOOOOOiiEEEE! OOOOOOOEEEEEEE!" Chris screamed over and over, ever more
loudly.

The Longhorn players set up a motion, as if they were in tackling practice.
Will slamming his cock in Chris's ass and lunging forward, slamming Chris
into Brock and Major, trying to them off balance. Major and Will returning
the lunge, slamming Chris brutally back into Will, impaling Chris's ass
deeply onto Will's engorged cock. Chris, wedged, banged and impaled in the
middle, his balls twisted and squeezed, screamed over and over.
"MOOOOOiiEEEE! OOOOOOOEEEEEEE!"

Finally they paused to rest, breathing heavily. Chris tried to catch his
breath, dazed from the abuse. Will smacked Chris abruptly had on his rump.
"Who he fuck told you that you be quiet? Squeal!" he demanded. Brock twisted
Chris's balls for reinforcement. "MOOOOOiiEEEE! OOOOOOOEEEEEEE!" Chris
screamed.  "Hold Chrissy real still for me" Will told Major and Will. "'Nuf
playing 'round. Time to git my nut off in his pussy." Holding Chris's ass
tightly, he began his final frantic assault on Chris's hole, ramming his
cock in full length, over and over, faster and fast, rougher and rougher.
Chris squealed louder and louder, faster and faster, from the brutal raping
of his ass and increased stimulation on his prostrate. Finally, Brock felt
the familiar churning in his balls. "I'm afixin' to cum! I'm afixin' to
cum!" he shouted loudly, smacking his hand on Chris's rump.

Chris, his ass on fire from the mentholated balm and vicious assault, felt
the stiffening of Will already rock hard cock in his ass. Instinctively, his
ass muscles squeezed Will's cock tightly. Feeling Will's cock shudder, his
ass muscles massaged Will's cock and milked the convulsing eruption of its
load deep in his bowels. It sent Chris over the edge. His cock bounced up
and down as it shot stream after stream of thick, hot cum. "Oooooooeeeeeee
Oooooooeeeeeee" he moaned as he shot. His balls ached in protest as the
convulsed in Brock's squeezing grip.

As he felt the warm liquid shoot onto his wrist and arm, Brock turned to
scowl at Major in disgust. Abruptly he released his grip on Chris's balls
and withdrew his arm. He examined the ropes of creamy liquid on his arm with
disgust. "Jesus fucking Christ, Simms" he began, menacingly. "Can't you
fucking control yourself? You must really do like it - you spooged without
even touching yourself. You spooged with just Will poking your pussy." He
held his arm up high for Major and Brock to see. "Look fellas. Look at this.
Ol' Chrissy liked gittin' his pussy poked so much he spooged hisself!"

Will, laughing loudly, pulled his cock from Chris's hole. "Liked that, did
you Chrissy?" He pulled the condom off his still hard cock and threw it on
the locker room floor, and wiped the slime off his fingers on Chris's butt.
"Well, glad I could help you. That's one hungry hole you got there. I
especially liked how you gripped it with your pussy muscles and milked the
cum from my cock. No one's ever done that to me before." He laughed, turned
to the locker behind him, rummaging for something. Chris wondered if the
degradation would ever end. His thoughts were not long in being answered.

"Clean this shit off my arm!" Brock demanded, thrusting his arm in front of
Chris's face. "Lick your fucking spooge clean off my arm.

"Lick it off yourself, asshole" Chris countered, calling on the last
reserves of his dignity.

CRACK! The wooden paddle Will had produced from the locker landed loudly on
Chris's rump. Chris grunted from the force of the blow, his eyes wide in
shock. Will drew his arm back over his shoulder and swung the paddle as hard
as he could. It landed with even a louder CRACK! on Chris's ass. He pulled
it away and admired the rising red welt on Chris's ass cheeks.

"Ahhhowwww!" Chris screamed. "Stop! Stop!" he pleaded urgently. "I'll do it,
I'll fucking do it!" He leaned forward, opened his mouth, stuck out his
tongue, and licked tentatively at the stream of his cum on Will's arm.
Although more than a few loads had been shot into his mouth, Chris had never
tasted his own cum before. It was cooling rapidly, and tasted salty and
pungent.

CRACK! Another swing of the paddle landed on his ass. Chris lapped with
enthusiasm at the streams of cum, licking Brock's arm with long laps of his
tongue, like a hungry puppy dog. He cleaned Brock's forearm and wrist,
working his way down his hand. As he licked Brock's fingers clean, Brock
stuck his fingers in Chris's mouth, twirling them around and them pulling
Chris's head up to look up at him. "That's sweet, baby, real sweet" he told
him. Chris drooped his eyes down. As he did, his eyes caught on the growing
bulge in Brock's briefs. Straight boy, huh? Chris thought to himself. What I
just did to you seemed to get you all hot and bothered. Chris thought he'd
caught Brock glancing at the other guy's dicks more than once in the shower,
and wondered if there was than met the eye in the dark haired bruising jock.
"Can't wait to have a go at my porker, can you Chrissy boy" Brock said
defensively. "Well, you just got to bide your time. Ol' Major here has
second dibs."

"How 'bout Major?" Will asked from behind them. "You ready to take a crack
at his twat? It's some sweet fuckin'."

"Naw" Major replied, shaking his head. "This dick is for chicks" he assured
his buddies. He looked a Chris, grinning broadly. "But," he began, "Chrissy
here sure has a pretty mouth. I'll bet he can suck cock like a pro. If he
asks me real nice, I might let him suck a load from my babymaker."

"Do it Chrissy!" Brock shouted with enthusiasm. "Tell Major how bad you want
to suck his cock!"

Chris wondered how low the depths of degradation he would be forced to
submit. Major Applewhite, his nemesis, the man he'd beaten out for the
starting Quarterback position, the man the man the coached called on today
to overcome Chris's fuck-ups and had almost led them to victory. And now
they wanted him to ask Major to let him suck his cock.

CRACK! Brock landed another blow on Chris's ass, in response to Chris's
hesitation. The force of the blow knocked him forward. He grimaced in pain
and bit his quivering lip. CAARAACK! Chris almost cried out; it hurt worse
than anything he'd ever felt. CRACK! CRACK! Two more blows landed on his ass
in rapid-fire succession "I want suck your cock, Major!" Chris blurted out.

CRACK! Another blow landed on Chris's ass, rapidly being covered with an
array of angry red welts. "The Major don't care what the fuck you want!"
CRACK! "You BEG Major to let you suck his cock. Tell him how bad you want
it!" Will demanded.

"PLEASE let me suck your cock, Major" Chris pleaded. "I want suck your cock
real bad. I want you to stick your cock in my mouth and fuck my face. I want
to feel you shoot your load down my throat. I need it real bad!"

CRACK! "You say 'Sir!" when you address the Major, you pussy." CRACK

"PLEASE let me suck your cock Major, SIR!" Chris pleaded. "I want suck your
cock real bad, SIR!. I want you to stick your cock in my mouth and fuck my
face, SIR!. I want to feel you shoot your load down my throat, SIR!. I need
it real bad SIR!"

CRACK! "You're not deserving of Major's cock. Tell Major what a low life
cocksucking faggot whore you are. Tell him you're not deserving of his cock,
but beg him to let you suck it anyway." CRACK! "Tell Major what faggot slut
for cock you are, tell his how you much you liked it when I poked your
pussy!"

"I'm not deserving of your cock, SIR!" Chris cried, tears now streaming from
his face from the pain and the humiliation. "I'm a low life cocksucking
faggot scum bag who doesn't deserve your cock because I'm a slut for cock,
SIR!. I loved it when Will fucked my pussy with his big cock SIR!. I love
big fat cocks in my pussy SIR!. I love sucking big fat cocks and having them
rammed down my throat SIR. I'm not serving of your big fat cock, SIR, but
please let me suck it for you, please ram it down my throat SIR. I'll do
anything if you let me suck and drain the cum out of your balls, SIR!"

CRACK! "Tell Major how much a better quarterback his is than you. Tell Major
how you fucked up today, and how he almost saved the day for us from your
fuck up."

"You're the better Quarterback Major, SIR!" Chris sobbed. "I fucked up
today; I don't deserve to be on this team, SIR! You've always been the
better Quarterback SIR! You almost pulled it today off SIR! If only I hadn't
got us in such a big hole in the first half, you would have won the game,
SIR!"

CRACK! "Now put it all together! Tell the Major everything you just told him
all together!" Will screamed.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Chris struggled to get the words out. "Please let me
suck your cock, Major SIR! I don't deserve your cock, but I need it real bad
SIR!. I need your long, fat cock fucking my throat, shooting its load in me,
SIR!. I'm a low life cocksucking pussy boy whore who is not worthy of your
cock. You're a better Quarterback than me; you always have been. Let me
worship you; let me worship your body and your cock with my tongue and my
mouth SIR!. Please fuck my face, please let me suck your cock. I need it so
bad, SIR!" Chris trembled, anticipating Will's next blow with the paddle.

Major gripped Chris's chin and pulled his head up, to look him in the eye.
He was grinning lustfully. "Well . . . . " he began. "Since you asked me so
purdy-like, Chrissy, and you need it so bad . . . .  I guess I could let you
swing on this baby for awhile". He rubbed his welling erection through his
briefs. Releasing his grip on Chris's chin, he pulled his briefs down to his
ankles, stepped out of them, and tossed them to the side. His swollen 8"
cock stood out from him, arching up, the red, thick head pointing straight
at Chris's opened mouth. "You're a lucky boy, Chrissy" Major said told him.
He gripped his thick cock and shook it menacingly, teasingly in front of
Chris's face. "This here's the pride of Texas" he proudly claimed. "You
treat it right."

Chris leaned forward, extended his tongue and licked the head of Major's
cock. He twirled his tongue around the bulbous, swollen head, bathing it
with his saliva. He took the head in his warm mouth, sucked hungrily on it,
and gently nibbled the head with his teeth. "Oh yeah!" Major sighed. Chris
slid more and more of the fat cock in his mouth, sucking, swirling his
tongue over and around the thick shaft. Suddenly he lunged forward, plunging
Major's cock to the back of his mouth and then down his throat. Chris buried
his nose in Major's pubic hair, Major's long thick cock buried deep in his
throat, his mouth sucking greedily around the base of his shaft. "Oh fucking
hell!" Major gasped. Chris pulled back, Major's cock seeming to withdraw
from his throat from an eternity. Major's cock finally slipped from his
mouth. Taking a gasp of air, Chris began his worship of Major's cock,
lavishing the head and shaft with caressing laps, swirling his tongue,
working his way down the long swollen shaft. He reached the base and worked
his way down Major's ballsac, sucking, nibbling, licking until reached
Major's low hanging balls. Gingerly, he took one in his mouth and sucked it
caressingly. "Fuck me!" Major sighed lustfully. Behind them, Brock pulled
his rock hard cock from the confines of his briefs and began to pump his
swollen shaft vigorously.

Chris took Major's other ball his in mouth, sucking harder, trying to suck
it down his throat. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Major sighed again and again. Chris
released his ball, and worked his way back up the ballsac, sucking,
nibbling, and licking his way back up to Major's stiff shaft. He lathered
the shaft with his tongue back up to the bloated head, took it in his mouth
and sucked as hard as he could. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Major sighed
blissfully, over and over, his head held back, facing up. He shook his head,
and looked down at the top of Chris's head bobbing up and down on his cock.
He grabbed Chris by his ears, pulled his head forward roughly, and rammed
his cock down Chris's throat. "I'm can't stand it!" he breathed in a hoarse
whisper. "I'm going to fucking blow; I'm going to blow my fucking load!". He
fucked Chris's face roughly, gripping his tightly by his ears, ramming
Chris's face into his groin then thrusting forward. Chris gasped for air and
fought the gagging. Major's cock twitched and convulsed as it fired spurt
after spurt of hot thick cum deep into Chris's throat. Major was content to
leave his cock buried deep in Chris's throat, savoring the bliss. Chris
twisted and struggled, desperate for a breath of air. Major released his
grip, and Chris pulled away, gasping heavily for air as Major's cock slipped
from his throat.

Will turned to look at Brock, scowling at Brock jerking lustfully at his
inflamed cock. "Save it Edwards!" he commanded indignantly. "Don't get so
hot and bothered. You git Chrissy next. What's it going to be? Heads or
tails?"

To be continued . . . .