Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 01:10:09 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: Straight Jock Boy Chronicles

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<Straight Jock Boy Chronicles>


(previously)

"Oh GOD oh god oh god oh god..." Feeling the pastor's fist reluctantly
withdrawing from his broken jock hole, Ryan felt against his cheek the
thick, creamy load he had just blown onto the door as his knees gave out.

"That's it, boy... lick up your load... that's it... lick the door
clean... every drop, boy..."

...

(...that night...)

One by one, men sat down around the large table - four in total. The collar
around Ryan's neck felt tight and suffocating. The blond jock boy could
smell himself within the tight, hot confines, his own sweaty nakedness, his
musky pits, his feet, his wet hole - barely recovering from earlier that
morning - winking in anticipating, gaping with every breath. He remained on
his elbows and knees like an obedient puppy, his chin desperately seeking
support on his clasped and trembling hands on the floor while he maintained
his arched back, his legs spread... ass up.

Through the heavy, black cloth that draped over the table to the ground
(hiding Ryan's beefy, athletic body from guests), Pastor Rob's familiar
suede loafers appeared in front of Ryan's face. Ryan could sense three
other men take their seats, their feet and legs coming dangerously close to
his trembling body. Ryan felt a pang of anxiety and disgust as an
indescribable desire to worship the pastor feet consumed him... memories of
their first encounter at the gym... the sweaty, salty taste of a man's
foot... what he did... cum covered toes... the intense, brutal
fucking... then just today, the pastor's fist...

No. Can't touch. Can't touch. God damn it! No!

The muffled chatter of men was barely audible to a transfixed Ryan, who
could not take his eyes off the pastor's loafer-clad feet. The men must be
playing cards... poker... laughter... drinking. Did anyone know he was down
there?

Oh god... no... This shit is jacked up... Ryan gasped to himself as Pastor
Rob slipped off a shoe. That familiar, dirty scent of a man immediately
permeated the small, confined space underneath the table. The other shoe
came off, too. Ryan felt high... his cock suddenly raging hard. God damn
you!

Ryan had to force himself to look away, fearing he would lose control, to
lose the one trial Pastor Rob set for him... to lose the chance to go
home... be free. No avail - to his left, some man had slipped off his dress
shoes, revealing a pair of large feet clad in dress socks.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Don't do it, Ryan... you can't...! Ryan willed himself,
pathetically, futilely as perverse urges and desires boiled within him. Why
am I here?! Why the fuck am I here?!?!

Dodging his glances to his right (by now, Pastor Rob's toes were maybe an
inch from Ryan's lips - did he just hear a snicker? Can he feel my breath
on his feet?), a pair of cement covered work boots started to get kicked
off.

No... no... NO! You CAN'T!

Ryan cradled his forehead on the floor - he felt high... he WAS high -
smelling all the intoxicating, manly musks, the sweat from shoes and feet -
trying uselessly to calm his desires, the nasty things that popped into his
mind, all the shameful, dirty, heinous thoughts. A bead of precum started
to form and drip from Ryan's hard cock.

Behind him, between sharp breaths and nearly hyperventilating from
excitement, Ryan saw through his bare, muscular thighs a pair of large, red
sneakers settling in. Ryan's heart jumped. Sam's
sneakers. Unmistakable. Large, size 15 sneakers.

He ALWAYS wears these... Ryan gasped as his heart pounded harder, if that
was possible.

It was Sam. No doubt about it. Ryan's stomach turned, his cock grew so
rigid and hard it hurt and ached. It took every ounce of energy to remain
still, to will himself to stay put like a good little bitch boy, to not
give in to his overwhelming instinct to service and please Sam, someone who
mentored and coached him like a big brother since high school, someone who
taught him how to pick up and fuck girls and their sisters and their moms,
someone who fucked him so hard and good that very first night he'd ever had
sex, someone who can make him cum buckets just with a finger in his hole
and a mouth on his nipples, someone who knew every little button to push to
make him squirm and squeal like a piggy bottom, someone who fucked and
abused his body so roughly that he still craves it every second of every
day, someone who pushed his sexual limits past all limits, someone whose
tongue has graced every inch of his jock body countless times over, someone
who could make him do anything anywhere, someone who could make him utter
and scream the most perversely sexual obscenities, someone who co-owns his
jock ass with his baseball coach, the one of two people he'd do anything in
order to feel their cocks in his ass again, the one of two people in the
world with whom he can truly scream and beg for cock and cum at the top of
his lungs without reservation, shame or guilt while getting fucked: on his
knees, on his back, in the back of a car, in the locker room, in the gym,
in a back alley, in the middle of a baseball diamond at night... anywhere.

Snapping back to reality, Ryan found his lips wrapped around Pastor Rob's
toes, sucking voraciously, desperately, piggishly. Hearing laughter above,
Ryan choked back tears of shame as he fed - impulsively and uncontrollably
- on the pastor's foot.

He lost. Pastor Rob would never let him go, at risk of him leaking his
video from earlier... with the baseball bat... to others.

Ryan was furious. Seething with frustration, angry at his own lack of
impulse control, aghast at Sam. Why is Sam doing this? When is enough
punishment enough? Ryan teared up. He didn't mean to... this summer... the
other men wanted him... he lost control... needed $$$... but... but...

Inhaling Pastor Rob's feet, Ryan moaned in surprise as he felt the man to
his left shuffle closer, his dress-sock-clad feet reaching forward and
groping Ryan's naked torso. Same with the man to his right... the dirty
work boots were off; large feet clad in damp, woolen socks suddenly rested
on his bare right shoulder.

No! No! NO! Ryan screamed inside as he feasted on Pastor Rob's manly feet,
his long toes, lapping up every remnant of sweat from every crevice of his
feet; Ryan had grabbed each foot with his hands as he worshipped his
pastor, feeling the hard, calloused soles with his fingers and tongue as
the two strangers molested his body, trying to box in his intense urge to
grunt, to moan, to beg for the fourth man, Sam, to take off his shoes too,
to touch him, to use him and his body.

He lost. No... he can't give in to the others... could he? Sam's
here... Ryan knew what would happen eventually if this is kept up. They all
know. They all know. They're probably watching that video right
now... Pastor Rob is probably telling them what happened earlier...

(FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I can't... No! I can't... Sam will definitely tell Coach
if he hasn't already... I can't...)

Laughter, chatter continued above... like nothing was happening. Gasping
for breath between feet, Ryan looked down past his thighs... Sam had kicked
off his shoes. Bare feet. Large. Like how he'd remembered him. Ryan muffled
his groans as best he could as the two men on his sides found his nipples,
each man's toes pinching, prodding, rubbing.

(OH FUCK!)

Suddenly, Ryan spine tingled and shivered... his hole quivering, as two
hot, sweaty soles planted themselves on each of his muscular jock ass
cheeks, rubbing, kneading, spreading each smooth mound. Ryan shut his eyes
as he munched on the pastor's feet, two big toes in his mouth, as he pissed
a clear stream of precum as the three men around him molested and teased
his body, just wishing, deep inside, for Sam to just... just the two of
them... like they always did.

Writhing in painful anticipating and ecstatic agony, Ryan felt Pastor Rob
pull on his leash, pulling him past the pastor's jock-saliva-covered feet
in between the pastor's muscular thighs. Chatter continued... socked toes
probing, teasing his nipples... Sam's hot, sweaty feet exposing his used,
abused hole... shivers... trembles... Ryan could almost make out Sam's
voice as he felt the pastor's rough hands on his cheeks, forcing his
angelic, boyish face into the older man's crotch. Ryan felt against his
cheek the pastor's dress pants and underneath, a throbbing nine-inch cock
that was just inside him earlier that day.

Instinctively, Ryan began licking, sucking, inhaling the man's cock through
the fabric of his pants. He felt the pastor's cock swell and harden even
more; the hungry jock boy ground his face and lips into the man's crotch,
hoping, desperately praying, that the pastor would just let out his
cock... just a taste... just another taste... or that Sam, behind him,
would just... would just...

Feeling Ryan buckling wildly and quickly losing control, in heat, Pastor
Rob took off his tie and reached underneath the heavy table
cloth... feeling Ryan's beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face - wet with
his own saliva and sweat, panting. Pastor Rob tied his tie tightly around
Ryan's eyes... blindfolding the jock boy.

Feeling the pastor's hand on his face, Ryan could almost smell himself on
the older man's fingers. He didn't have time to suck on the man's fingers,
to taste the man and also himself, before he found himself in total
darkness.

All of a sudden, Pastor Rob pushed back and stood up. Walked away. One by
one, men withdrew their feet. No! Not Sam, too...! Ryan gulped hard as felt
Sam's hot feet relinquish control of his ass.

Why?! Why!? Why is he doing this to me...?!!? The jock boy was angry,
confused, his fist clenched tight. Frozen in that doggy position, tasting
feet on his lips, Ryan's entire body shook with rage, trembling with
frustration, his rock-hard cock dripping; his empty hole quivering. Feeling
his entire body in heat, feverish with desire and emptiness, desperate with
sexual hunger, Ryan choked back the tears he felt forming, pounded the
floor with his right fist once as he inhaled deeply, swallowing all the
shame of his intense, perverse desires, and heard his own dry voice utter:

"(Please... someone... fuck me...!)" Ryan's entire body burned with
shame. He can't believe he's doing this... with two total strangers... what
would Sam think?!

"Someone... please... Sam? Please... Pastor Rob...!

"Please fuck me! ... Someone... fuck me! Use me! Please...!" Ryan choked
back more tears as he pounded the floor again in anger and
frustration... and shame at the words that are painfully falling out of his
mouth. His cock was aching, his hole begging, gaping with every sharp
intake of breath. "PLEASE! SOMEONE! FUCK ME! PLEASE!

"SAM?! I'M SORRY! I... NEED IT! SAM?! PLEASE... JUST... FUCK ME... FUCK ME!
I NEED IT... COCK... PLEASE... SOMEONE! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!
JUST... FUCK...! UGHN!!! UGHNNN!!"

Ryan was screaming now, on the verge of sobbing and hyperventilating,
breaking down. His near hysteria was snapped short as Ryan felt someone
pull on his collar, dragging him on all fours out from under the table,
choking him with every yank.

Reality hit. Ryan was horrified.

"Go boy... go get your cock," Ryan heard Pastor Rob's sadistic sneer above
him, leading him across the room like a dog. "Beg Sam to fuck you. Beg."

"(Sam... please... fuck me... Sam...!)"

"Not good enough," Pastor Rob intoned as he lead the crawling, blindfolded
jock between two legs of a man sitting on a sofa. Ryan's ass jiggled as he
crawled, his smooth, golden body glistening with sweaty. "Beg Sam to fuck
you."

"Sam! Fuck me! I'm your little bitch boy! Please... I need your
cock... fuck me! Hard! I'd do whatever you want me to do! Please... use my
hole! Use me! Fuck me! Hard! Please...! Please...!! I need it! I need your
cock! Fill me up! Cum in me! Sam...!"

Ryan felt Sam's body heat as he desperately climbed on top of the muscular,
tall, large frame as he begged and squealed like a little bitch in
heat. Sam's pants were already down - Ryan could feel the intense heat of a
raging, hard cock between his thighs.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME SAM! FUCK YOUR JOCK! FUCK ME!!!" Shrieking, Ryan couldn't
wait any more - no more prolonged, torturous mind games. He needed
cock. NOW. Sam's cock. He couldn't understand why Sam isn't touching him,
feeling his body, spanking his ass, fingering his hole; why Sam doesn't
just push him down on his back, spit on his face, slap him around like he
used to do every day... enter him in one deep push... Ryan's voice became
hoarse and hysterical, desperate. "PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!"

Crazed, Ryan straddled Sam, spit on his own hand twice, spread his jock
spit around on his hungry hole, and impaled himself on the massive cock
beneath him, holding on to Sam's muscular shoulders as he lowered himself
all the way down, engulfing the bare cock greedily, wincing as the greasy
monster penetrated his jock cunt, punching past his sphincter, and then his
second ring... clear precum gushed from the crazed jock boy.

"UGHN! UGHN! UGHNNN! YES! FUCK! FUCK ME! USE ME!"

Ryan winced and grunted from the pain, fresh sweat poured from his pores as
he leaned in to taste Sam's lips, to smell him, to feel that curve of Sam's
cock hit that one spot that drives him nuts every time.

Ryan froze. It's not Sam.

It's not Sam.

It's not Sam's cock.

NO! It's not Sam!!!! Not his lips. Nor his scent. Definitely not his cock.

Ryan pulled his lips from the stranger's and froze, as he felt the
stranger's pubes against his meaty, juicy jock ass, his rock hard cock
leaking dribbles of clear precum every time he feels the cock deep inside
him flex...

He heard Pastor Rob's sadistic snicker behind him, as well as the laughter
from others in the room.

Oh God. They're all watching. Sam's watching. They heard me beg for it...!
"UGHNN! UGHNNN! OH! UGHNNN!! GUGGNNNN!"

Before Ryan could react, the once passive top grabbed Ryan by his plump ass
and began fucking him, deep and hard.

"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNN!! FUCK! FUCK! UGHNNNN!!!" Ryan felt the man wrap his
muscular arms around his waist; the jock boy instinctively buried his face
into the nape of the stranger's neck, fingers digging into the man's back
as he braced himself for what he knew was coming. A rough, brutal fuck.

"OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN! OWW! UGHNNN!! YES! YES!! UGHNNNN!!!!!" Ryan cried
out as the man pounded him from beneath, his tightly toned jock body
bouncing on top, his fat, round ass cheeks jiggling and bouncing every time
the man beneath him slams his cock into his eager hole, making that wet,
slapping noise. "UGHNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! ME!"

"How's that hole?" Ryan heard Pastor Rob intone.

"Fucking hot... like butter..." Ryan finally hears the man's
voice... gruff, deep... Ryan's toes curled as he felt the monster cock slam
in and rip out of his wet, raw, jock hole. "How the fuck did you get your
fist into this tight little hole?!"

"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN... (ughnnn...) NO...!" Ryan involuntarily wailed and
grunted, protesting as he felt the man's cock slip out of him, that
emptiness inside his gaping hole truly unbearable. He forgot about Sam in
the room. "More... More... MORE!!"

"NEXT!" The man commanded beneath him, holding Ryan's sweaty, tight jock
body in its place as another man lined up behind the still-blindfolded jock
boy. He rammed his cock inside Ryan with no warning, relishing in the boy's
initial yelp. With every deep thrust, Ryan's screams and moans climbed
higher and higher in pitch and register. By the time the second man had
ripped his dripping cock out of the boy's broken hole, Ryan was
hysterically screaming like a bitch in heat.

The man beneath Ryan roughly guided the jock boy back onto his cock.

"RIDE. WHORE. RIDE IT!"

"UGHNN! UGHNN! YES!! YES!! SIR! YESS!!! GUHNNN UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" Ryan obeyed
as he rode the stranger like a pro, grinding his juicy boy ass deep onto
the man's cock, gyrating, slamming, milking... "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!!"

With no warning, the man beneath Ryan gripped his ass cheeks tightly,
spreading them, as the second wet, hot greasy cock pushed its way inside
Ryan's bruised and wet hole.

"OH GOD!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SLOW! FUCK! SLOW...!! UGHNN! YES! SLOW! YES!
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN! FUCK... ME!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!"

Ryan about lost his mind as the second cock entered his boy cunt. Like a
good, trained bitch, he held his position, straddling the man underneath as
he felt the second pummel deep and hard, feeling his orifice stretch out to
accommodate the two hard cocks. The second man would stop fucking as the
man beneath would immediately pick up the brutal pounding.

"Shut the fuck up bitch."

The man fucking Ryan from behind pulled on his leash, choking the jock
whore. Ryan's desperate screams were immediately quieted by a slap to his
handsome, all-American face. The micro-second of shock was followed up with
a third cock, stuffed down Ryan's throat, gagging him. The taste of the
cock was clearly Pastor Rob... manly, musky... thick... leaking... Ryan
grunted between breaths, holding on for dear life as his two holes got
fucked, deep and hard.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! THIS BOY IS FUCKING WILD!" With that
deep, guttural groan... a swelling, turgid cock inside him... Ryan
knew... one of the guys had shot his load. Like routine, Ryan instinctively
clenched his ass and hole, feeling the slippery hotness inside him as the
second man behind him convulsed and slammed inside him deep. Second load.

"FUCKING SHIT! FUCK! FUCK!" Pastor Rob suddenly exploded, taking Ryan by
surprise as thick, creamy loads of cum coated the inside of his mouth and
throat, gagging him; Ryan felt like he was drowning and coughed out the
ejaculating cock, only to take two more streams of thick cum to his
face. "FUCKING SHIT BOY! FUCK! SUCK! SUCK IT!! FUCK!!!! DON'T YOU DARE
SPILL ANY MORE DROPS BOY!"

"MILK IT BOY! SQUEEZE THAT ASS! YES BOY! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL SLUT PIG BOY!
YAH MILK DADDIES' COCKS! JUST LIKE THAT! TIGHTER! YES TIGHTER!!! WHERE THE
FUCK DID YOU FIND THIS LITTLE BEAUTIFUL SLUT?"

...

Ryan collapsed on the couch, finally pulling off of the two dripping,
flaccid cocks and swallowing all of Pastor Rob's thick, familiar loads, his
face wet and dripping with the pastor's escaped loads. His hole gaping,
filled with strangers' cum... so much... so wet. Ryan felt his own
still-hard cock bounce against his six-pack abs. He was sure he had
orgasmed too; though his cock was still only leaking, his entire insides
felt feverish, swollen... his fingers and toes numb. He must have blacked
out, as there were no more chatter, no more sadistic laughter in the room.

Tears of frustration formed beneath the soiled blindfold. Men had used his
body again... and he loved it. No, he wanted more. He knew he wanted
more... more cock, more fucking... more cum... on him... inside him... he
wanted more... but the pit of dread and shame... inescapable. Sam was
there. He saw the whole thing, from Ryan's begging, his screaming,
grunting, more begging... to getting plugged from both ends... all Ryan
wanted... all he wanted... was for Sam to enter him... to enter his
hole... all the other cocks and men could very well not be there... he
would've been satisfied.

WHY! WHY!? Ryan began to sob as he remained on his back on the floor, his
legs wide open, his hole wrecked from a brutal double penetration, wet and
leaking trickles of cum. His lips puffy and red, trembling with humiliation
and covered in the taste of cum. He desperately wanted to cum.

He was content once... with just Sam's expert tongue and cock... and
Coach's ferocious fucking. It was their dirty little secret. WHY!? He
didn't want more... he didn't know he needed more... more cock... always
more cock... inside his hole, inside his mouth, lodged in his throat. Never
enough cock... never enough abuse, humiliation... shame. Getting hard off
of shame... when is enough enough? ...never...

Ryan felt another man between his meaty, bare legs... spreading them
wider...

"(no... no more... please... I... I can't...!") Ryan cried out in a
desperate, dry whisper as he felt the muscular, naked man lean
in... feeling his body press against his own... feeling the toned
musculature against his sweaty, smooth skin, feeling the tip of a fat,
mushroom head rub against his broken jock
cunt. "(no... no... please... no... more... UGHNNNN!!!) UGHNNNN!!!!!"

Ryan cried out as the man pushed ruthlessly inside... Ryan screamed as his
raw, sensitive, abused hole suffered yet another intrusion. But he also
felt hot lips on his own, fingers intertwined with his, a familiar scent
intoxicating him, dulling the pain. His stretched hole clenched tightly
around the familiar shape of the cock buried inside him, his own cock
springing back to attention as that cock's curvature pressed against his
prostate in just the right way, at just the right angle.

"(Sam...!)"

Ryan could barely gasp before Sam devoured him, began fucking him, sucking
on the nape of his neck, pulling his arms up above his head as his free
hand tweaked the jock boy's nipples, all the while slamming into him
missionary, deep. Withdrawing. Deep again. Pulling out... deep...

"(You fucking little slut...)" Sam grunted into Ryan's gasping
lips. Feeling the jock boy's broken hole clench tightly, perfectly, around
his cock. "(You dirty little cunt...!)"

Slamming in... ramming deeper... deeper... harder... harder... until new
tears formed in Ryan's eyes, out of bliss and ecstatic pain, as Sam finally
ravaged him... Ryan had no screams left, only the conditioned desire to
help Sam cum with his hole.

"(You fucking beautiful little bitch boy...)" Sam kissed his
still-blindfolded whore deeply, feeling his jock boy wrap his muscular,
beefy legs around his waist. Sam broke their deep kiss, eliciting a deep
groan from Ryan. Looking down at his writhing, perverted creation -
perfectly sculpted
body... smooth... glistening... writhing... begging... the perfect bottom
jock boy. Sam was angry, feeling his boy's hole clench and release, milking
his thick, rigid cock. Sam pinned Ryan's arms above his head with one hand
as he spit on Ryan's adorable face. "You nasty little pig!"

"You filthy whore!" Slap.

"UGHN!!"

"YOU INSATIABLE LITTLE CUNT!" Spit. Slap.

"UGHNN!! UGHNNN!!!" Ryan grunted, feeling numbness all over in his
extremities as Sam fucked him. He knew what was coming next. Sam's teeth
clamping down on his swollen nipple, his cock buried deep inside his jock
cunt. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!"

Ryan's cock exploded instantly. Streams of creamy white cum coating his
bare torso, his bare, jock legs spread nearly into a split in the air, toes
flexing and clenching.

"WE'RE DONE! FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! WE'RE DONE!" Sam screamed as his free
hand choked Ryan, feeling the expert, used hole grinding and sucking on his
cock. Ryan was beautiful. Perfect. Soiled. Uncontrollable. Wild. "WE'RE
DONE YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE! LITTLE FAGGOT SHIT! YOU HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH
CUM?! HUH?! HUH?! EAT YOUR OWN! FUCKING EAT YOUR OWN!"

"Please... UGHNN! Please... UGHNN!! Please...!!!" Ryan, in his
post-orgasmic state, felt Sam's hard hand scoop up globs of his cum,
smearing it all over his handsome face, his lips, his
tongue. More... More...

"OH YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!" Sam felt Ryan's hole work double hard,
clenching harder, milking deeper... "OH FUCK! YOU LITTLE CUNT! FUCK! FUCK!
FUCK!!!!!!!"

Ryan felt a swell inside him as he sucked on Sam's cum-covered hand. Here
it is. Finally. Finally. Gushing... thick, hot... deep inside
him... seemingly endless... gushing...

...

"(Sam...)"

"School starts tomorrow. You're on your own."

"SAM!"

"You deal with Coach yourself. I didn't train a nasty slut. You're on your
own."

"(SAM!)"