Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2001 13:10:41 -0800
From: Daniel Webster <dbp2001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Longhorn_Justice-Pt3

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 3 - Conclusion"


"So what's it going to be, Williams?" Will repeated. "Heads or tails? I
wanna git this shit over with. I got me a real date tonight."

Brock eyed Chris's body lustfully, tugging urgently on his raging hard-on,
turned on by Chris's submissive posture - on his knees on the bench, slumped
forward with his head resting on the bench, his chest still heaving from
struggling to regain his breath. "I don't know. . . . " he began,
considering. "Chrissy seems pretty talented on both ends . . . . What was
that shit you were telling Major about 'worshiping his body with your
tongue'? I never had none of that shit done to me; I wanna try me some of
that shit! Hmmm . . ." he considered holding his chin. "Where do we start?
Where do we start? Well, shit! Let's start at the bottom and work our way
up. Lick my feet, Chrissy. Lick my feet, suck my toes, and then you can work
your way up." Brock put his heel on the bench, his foot up, toes wriggling
enticingly. Chris twisted his head to the side, stuck out his tongue, and
began to lap at the bottom of Brock's foot. It tasted pungent, the stale,
musky odor of the locker room shower. "Oooh yeah!" Brock sighed. "That feels
good! Lick it clean, Chrissy boy, lick that locker room funk from my feet.
Suck it clean from each one of my toes. You tongue feels soooo good."

Chris lapped fervently, lavishing the soles of Brock's foot with caresses of
his tongue. He was completely broken; he would do anything his teammates
told him to do to get this ordeal over with, to not feel the searing pain of
the paddle smacking his ass again. He worked his way up Brock's foot,
lapping his tongue between the crevice of each toe, then sucking hungrily on
each of Brock's toes. He was sucking loudly on Brock's big toe when Brock
pulled it away. "Stop Chrissy, stop!" he teased. "You're so good you're
going to make me cum, and I want this to last! Do my other foot." While he
used a teasing voice, Brock stroked his rigid cock with rapidly raising
enthusiasm. Will turned his head away, shaking it in disgust. Major watched
the scene before him with increasing interest. Brock put his other foot on
the bench, and Chris readily repeated his lavish worship of Brock's foot. He
licked and sucked his way up the sole of Brock's foot, slavering each toe
generously with his saliva, then sucking the toe like it was a cock, trying
to milk their juices from within.

"Jesus, Chrissy!" Brock breathed lustfully. "Your soooo fucking good! Work
your way up my leg. Suck and kiss your way up my leg." Brock turned and put
his leg on the bench, so the back of his leg was to Chris's face. Chris
licked Brock's ankle, swirling his tongue, working his way slowly up the
calf. He sucked and slurped at the back his Brock's knees, then worked his
way up his thigh lapping, sucking, and kissing every inch of the hairy,
muscular thigh. He reached Brock's ass, and nibbled on the lose, fleshly
skin. "Oh yeah, oh yeah!" Brock sighed, now pumping furiously on his raging
hard-on. He leaned forward and thrust his ass backward, revealing his
tightly pucker asshole. "Eat my ass Chrissy!" he commanded. "I wanna feel
your hot tongue in my ass." Chris had never done such a thing before; he
lapped tentatively at the base of Brock's crack. It was musky, masculine and
something completely unlike he'd ever experienced. He lapped with increased
urgency, licking his way up Brock's crack to his rosebud. He licked hungrily
around the wrinkled entrance, instinctively pressing the tip of his tongue
inside. "Oh yeah!" Brock breathed. "Stick that tongue in my ass. Do it! Do
it man! I fucking love it!". Encouraged, Chris thrust his tongue in and out
of Major's hole. "Oh yeah, you're good" Brock assured him. "Now suck it!
Suck my hole really hard!" Chris sucked hungrily on Brock's hole. Brock
pumped his cock furiously. Chris alternated between sucking hungrily on
Brock's hole then thrusting his tongue in deeply. With his tongue embedded
deeply, he nibbled on the assring. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Brock cried out. He
spun around and convulsed as his load sprayed out onto Chris's face and
head.

"What the fuck are you doing Edwards!" Will screamed. "What the fuck are you
doing shooting your load on Chrissy? That's gotta go INSIDE Chrissy!"

Brock turned to face his teammates, an embarrassed, sheepish expression on
his face. "Sorry, fellas," he said apologetically. "Guess is got a little
carried away there. Chrissy's really good with his tongue. But, it works. I
humiliated Chrissy, and then he got me off."

"No, dumbshit!" Will scolded sternly. "It doesn't fucking 'work'. Rule
Three: 'Each Administer of Justice shall individually humiliate the Receiver
of the Justice, then violate him anally or orally, and ejaculate into that
orifice'. In other words, dumbass, you gotta shoot in his mouth or ass. Now
work up another load and shoot it INSIDE him. I wanna git the fuck outta
here!"

"Oh" Brock began, "Sorry. I didn't realize they made the rules so . . . .
damn technical. Well, I'm not fucking Superman" he said with a shrug. "I
just shot a load. It's gonna take awhile for me to work up another load."

"I don't want to be here all fucking night!" Will complained loudly. "I got
me a real date waiting for me. I want to get the fuck outta here!"

"This here a private party?" the deep voice boomed from behind them.

The three teammates spun around to see Mike Williams examining the scene
before him. "You  . . . you don't want to me here" Major told him, holding
up his hand. "Longhorn Justice" he said simply.

"I see . . . . I see" Mike said, stroking his chin, eying Chris's spent,
prostrate form, cum dripping from his face. "Well, that explains a few
things." He looked Major squarely I the eyes. "Well, I knows and understand
the rules. Noone'll ever hear shit from me."

The three teammates relaxed. "We're just about finished" Will explained.
"Major and me done our deed. Brock here fucked up, and we gotta wait for him
to do his part."

"I see," Mike began, eying Chris with increasing interest. "This here an
all-white boy affair, or is there any chance a' me gittin' a piece a' dat?"
he asked, nodding toward Chris.

"No, shit no, man" Major assured Mike. "Of course you're welcome to be here.
We just never thought about asking you. We didn't think you'd be up for this
shit."

"Well, I'm just as pissed at Chris as you are boys, for him blowing the
game" Mike returned evenly. He rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch. "And,
I never gits me 'nuff pussy to keep ol' Mikey Junior here happy. I'd have a
go at ol' Chris, if you fellas have no 'jection."

"Hmmmm" Major considered, turning to his teammates. "Well, there is no rule
against substituting players." He assured them. "Mike could take Brock's
place . . . ."

"Done deal!" Will agreed enthusiastically. "You're the man, Mike!" he said,
slapping Mike on the shoulder. "Come on fellas" he told his teammates.
"Let's git dressed and git the hell outta here. Emy Lou's awaitin' for me."
They dressed hurriedly, and made their way past Mike. "You'll love Chrissy's
pussy" Will called out over his shoulder. "He's got one hell of a hungry
hole - IF you don't mind sloppy seconds" he said with a laugh. "Just be sure
to untie him and turn him loose when you're done using him. Wouldn't want
the janitor to find him in the morning - he might have a go at him, too."

Mike waited until the steps of the three disappeared into silence. He walked
behind Chris, examining his ass. The cheeks were a patchwork of angry red
welts. Yet the dusting of fine curly blonde hair, the full roundness of his
ass was so familiar. 'It has to be' . . .  Mike's mind raced. 'It had to be
him  . . . . .  but, it can't be'. Chris stirred below him. "Come on, Mike"
Chris groaned. "Let's get this over with. Go ahead. Fuck me. Ride me like a
whore." Mike shook his head, still disbelieving. The same ass . . .  the
same words 'ride me like a whore'.

"That WUZ you!" Mike said incredulously. "That wus you last night in the
video both, wasn't it?"

Chris clenched his eyes shut tightly, fighting back the tears. What else did
he have to lose? he reasoned. "Yeah Mike" he began, "That was me in that
booth last night. It was me you fucked last night."

Mike shook his head slowly. "What the fuck were you doing in a place like
that, Chris?" he  scolded gently.

"What the fuck do you think I was doing there?" Chris retorted. "I was
looking to get exactly what you gave me - a good, solid fucking. Do I need
to spell it out for you? I'm queer, Mike. I'm queer! A goddamn fag. A
fucking h-mo! What the fuck were YOU doing in a place like that?" Ignoring
the question, Mike reached down and began to untie the rope binding Chris's
legs to the bench. Freeing them, he pulled Chris to a sitting position. He
sat down next to Chris, and pulled him to him, Chris's head pressed firmly
into his chest. Chris began to softly sob. "Well, now you know, Mike. I
guess I'll never play football again" he sobbed. "Guess I'll have to quit
the university."

"Why you say that?" Mike asked softly. Chris pulled his head away, looking
Mike in the eyes, his teary eyes holding an expression of surprise.

"I just told you I'm gay. And once Major, Will and Brock spread the word of
what they made me do, I'll never be able to play football again. I'll never
be able to look at anyone on campus in the eye again."

"You don't need to worry about dem' boys" Mike assured him. "They'll never
breath a word to anyone 'bout what went on here today. 'Rule Four: Should
any Administer Of Justice ever reveal any of the details of a Longhorn
Justice, that person shall become the next Receiver of Justice, and shall
have the same punishment administered to him'. I can tell you none of dem
boys want any part of what they done to you" Mike laughed. "They'll never
say shit to no one. And" he continued, "What's between you and me stays
between you and me."

Chris looked up at Mike, his eyes full of gratitude. He wanted to kiss Mike,
but resisted the urge. "You asked what I was doing in that place last night"
Mike carefully began. "Well, I was looking for a fella . . .  . a fella to
git me off, the way you did. It was the first time I ever went there . . . .
it was the first time I ever worked the courage to go there. You see, the
first time I ever got my rocks off wuz with a fella, when I was thirteen.
Dis white boy begged me to show him my dick. I did, and then he sucked me
off. I liked it, and he sucked me off plenty of times after dat. I got my
first taste of girl pussy when I was fourteen. I liked dat, too. Had me
plenty of girl pussy ever since. But, I always had me a little boy pussy on
the side. Way I figured it, the mo' the merrier" he chuckled. "But . . . .
he began slowly, "to tell you the truth . . . . . I've kinda been thinking
lately I like the fellas a little better. A little more fire to it when I'm
with a fella. Know what I mean?" he asked, his eyes apprehensive.

Chris smiled broadly. "I kind of know what you mean" he admitted.  "But, for
me here's no fire at all with women. And, nothing but fire when I'm with a
guy." He smiled at Mike. "And, you really got my fire going last night!"

Mike returned the smile. "Yeah. That wuz some funky shit we did last night,
wasn't it?"

"Funky shit?" Chris repeated. "It was the best! It the best I've ever had! I
kept getting a hard-on during the game when I looked at you, and thought
about what you said about making me your bitch, your steady bitch."

Mike looked into Chris's eyes carefully, scrutinizing. "Yeah? You think you
could ever do something like that?"

"What?" Chris questioned. "Be your bitch?"

"Yeah," Mike nodded, "Be my  . . .  regular . . . steady . . .  fella."

"In a flash!" Chris responded, his eyes beaming and moistening again with
tears. Holding Chris's gaze steadily, Mike lowered his head and kissed Chris
gently on his lips. Chris reached his arms around Mike, holding him tightly,
and returned the kiss passionately.

"Come on" Mike said softly when they finally broke their kiss. "Let's git
you dressed and git out of here."

"Whaat?" Chris questioned in surprise. "You don't want to fuck?"

Mike kissed Chris again. "If you're going to be my fella," he began, "Let's
git one thing straight: I'll always be up for fucking you. But, I think
'nuff has gone on in his locker room today. Let's git you home. I want to
take you home, to my place. We'll git you cleaned up, check you out, make
sure you're OK. Maybe we'll grab us a couple a beers, order a pizza, catch
the Oregon game on TV. Then," he said with a evil glint, "I'm gonna fuck you
all night long." Chris scrambled to get dressed.


So, I hear Coach Brown has named Major as starting Quarterback for the
Holiday Bowl. Guess the pressure's on him, now. He knows what'll happen if
he fucks up bad. If he does fuck up, Chris will be ready. Chris has been
perfect in practice, every pass right on target. He doesn't seem distracted
any more. In fact, he looks pretty damn confident, pretty damn happy and
satisfied with himself. He has a kind of glow on his face. I've never seem
Mike happier, either. Guess he finally has enough pussy to keep ol' Mikey
Junior happy. The Major and Brock seem to spending a lot more time with each
other, too. All's well that ends well.

I guess there's justice after all - Longhorn Justice! I just hope they never
figure out it was me that told you this story. Rule Five: 'Should any member
of the Longhorn team make publish the details of a Longhorn Justice, he
shall be punished with SIX Administers of Justice' . . . . . .