Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2008 12:26:16 -0700
From: London Harrison <manipulativebttm@gmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of a Manipulative Bottom (Chapter Four)

The Adventures of a Manipulative Bottom (Chapter Four)

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"Fuck, his ass is so tight," Dimitri lustily commented to his younger
brother Vladmir while the two took turns fucking the bubble butt of London
Harrison. Dimitri, the captain of London's rival football team, was now
balls deep within the gasping, pinned down pussy boy. Dimitri's brother
Vladimir smirked at the awkward position they were putting their opponent
in. The sexy Russian brothers were taking turns man handling and thoroughly
dicking London out of revenge. The previous night, London, along with his
best friend Andrew, had sneaked into their rival football team's locker
room and stolen the school's beloved Tiger Paw. The Tiger team football
captains waited until after practice was over to grab the exhausted, sweaty
London and drag him off to the weight room in his weakened state. They knew
that after a football practice, London would be way too tired to resist
their attack.

"Where the fuck is our mascot, you little bitch?" Dimitri grunted through
gritted teeth as her mercilessly pounded into the sucking asshole of the
squirming jock. Vladimir helped Dimitri pin the sneaky bottom down as he
awaited his fifth turn in the velvety asshole. London tried to completely
relax his asshole to avoid the embarrassment of cumming in front of his
opponents. However, the combination of the broad shouldered, well muscled
brothers taking turns on his ass, the masculine taste of the sweaty jock
strap shoved in his mouth, and the rough handling of his body and man hole
was making resisting the urge to cum rather difficult.

"It's like fucking a girl's pussy isn't it?" Vladimir asked his brother in
Russian as if the blond bottom's input into a real man's conversation was
irrelevant. He watched his handsome older brother's masculine, jagged jaw
line strain as the Russian plunged into the involuntarily spasming asshole
below.

"Fucking a gay bitch's ass is much better, my brother, for several
reasons," Dimitri began to reply in Russian to his horned up sibling. The
rival football captain jabbed deeply while holding each of London's
cleat-bearing ankles in each one of his large hands. The moaning, gagged
bottom arched his back in both an attempt to escape and to greedily swallow
more of the sexy foreigner's bloated cock.  "Girls want you to be sensitive
and pay attention to their stupid feelings. When it comes to fucking a
faggot like London, it's all about giving him as much man cock as
possible. Plus he can take your cum load raw without getting pregnant like
my last girlfriend!" Dimitri grinned with wicked pleasure at his success in
conquering the ass of his main football rival. London's eyes rolled into
the back of his head as he gagged on the strong taste of the jock strap in
his mouth. Vladimir laughed as he and his brother began to tauntingly pat
London on the face in sporadic mini-slaps.

Bringing his cock all the way out of the sucking pussy hole, Dimitri gave
London's face another taunting slap. "It's been really fun taking turns
pounding your pansy ass for an hour, but you could make things a lot easier
on yourself and tell us where our mascot is," Dimitri threatened before
pistoning his cock into the vulnerable boy hole once more. London gagged on
the jock strap again in surprise before attempting to talk through it.

"The queer is trying to say something!" Vladimir exclaimed to his brother
in Russian as he slowly removed the jock strap from the pouting mouth of
the blond haired bottom. Dimitri's developed chest heaved with
animalistically masculine pants as he steadily removed his bloated dick
from the pussy hole he was determined to defeat.

"I'll never tell you where your mascot is!" London called out
defiantly. The hilarious stealing of the mascot had bonded London even more
with his best friend and fellow team captain, Andrew Stills, and the jock
wasn't about to just spill the beans.

The shorter, stockier Vladimir took control of the half breed jock's
exhausted body and flipped the boy around so that he was standing up on his
knees on the workout bench. Vladimir stood up behind the gagged bottom and
plunged without warning into the winking, dripping anus. London cried out
in an almost girly fashion through the gag. He would have fallen over face
forward by the sheer force of the thrust if not for the large bicep that
was holding him in place across the chest. London's muscular pecs were
roughly handled as Vladimir began talking shit in Russian while banging his
rival in earnest.

"We're going to have to make the faggot cum. Then he'll tell us," Vladimir
correctly concluded. He recalled how he and his old brother had managed to
coerce the rival football team's towel boy into giving them secret game
plans after making him cum by fucking him relentlessly.

"Perhaps if you would jack him off, he would cum faster. We've been at it
for two hours now and the pansy still hasn't creamed his jock strap,"
Dimitri suggested heatedly in English while his semi-erection dripped
pre-cum at the thought of ultimately defeating his opponent. London looked
worried that the prostate titillating Vladimir would follow Dimitri's
advice and cause London to blab by forcing the cum out of him.

"No way am I going to touch this pussy boy's clit," Vladimir spat
disgustedly in Russian. "I can make this queer cum without having to touch
his stick!" Using his wide right arm, Vladimir seized both of London's arms
and bound them behind his back above the squirming bubble butt. He pushed
the gagging pussy boy's face down under the barbell of the bench press,
causing Vladimir's dick head to press directly against London's vibrating
prostate. The cum-filled anus went into a series of spasms around the head
of the Russian dick, causing excess semen to leak down London's bubble butt
onto his thick thigh. The gagged pussy boy almost came into his jock strap
instantly but managed to resist cumming once more by attempting to
concentrate on something else. For a distraction, the glazed eyed teen
began to try to focus on the current twists and turns his life had taken.

The last three months had been heaven at the Ringwald mansion. When not in
school or football practice, the teen had the law of the land, having
mostly free reign to order Maria about in the eighteen bedroom
mansion. When not working, the Ringwald couple was spending more and more
time together due to the aphrodisiacs their trusted teen guest was slipping
them nightly. Part of his plan required him to show that he was good with
the kids, so he hung around with the picture perfect brats as if he
actually liked them. He would babysit for the couple frequently, much to
Maria's chagrin, and would grin and bear it for the sake of the eventual
millions he would extort from the Ringwalds.

London stopped fully seducing the good doctor. Instead, he flaunted his
sexy body and bubble butt around the house in order to arouse Dr. Ringwald
into impregnating his wife. Every night, the sexy father of two was using
condoms that London had poked holes into. He knew that once the couple had
three young children, they would inevitably need a nanny to help the busy
couple be able to handle several businesses and three kids. Of course, he
would fill the nanny role after he got the chance to get rid of the
meddling maid Maria. He needed more time and now he realized he needed more
than a video tape to get what he wanted from the doctor.

One late night after getting horned up during a wrestle session with Andrew
Stills, London sneaked into the darkened Ringwald master bedroom and slowly
crept into the king size bed. Wearing only a jock strap, he reached into
the opening of the sleeping man's boxers and took the head of the thick
cock into his greedy mouth. He eventually got the whole of the erect dick
into his throat. Mrs. Ringwald lay asleep in the bed facing them. The
married man awoke with a smile, thinking it was his wife seeking another
late night love making session. Putting his muscular arms behind his head
as he often did, the doctor began to thrust upward into the vacuum-like
sucking mouth. Dr. Ringwald let out of masculine grunt as London swallowed
his meat in a slutty way that his Christian wife never had.

"Oooh, wow, Linda," Dr. Ringwald cooed as his dick throbbed in the suckling
oral cavity of the sneaky jock which he mistook for his
wife's. Mrs. Ringwald awoke at the sound of her husband's deep voice.

"What did you say, dear?" Mrs. Ringwald asked groggily. The married doctor
gasped at the realization that if his wife was talking to him then his dick
was getting sucked by the naughty teen. In the same bed as his wife! The
flustered doc managed to shove London's head off of his cock in time to
collect himself.

"I said `Linda, I need to make love to you right now'" the man lied
regretfully. London smirked slyly as he carefully handed the doctor one of
the altered condoms. After applying the holey condom, Mrs. Ringwald gladly
took her husband's ample cock back into her canal as the two got into the
throes of another love making session. Little did Mrs. Ringwald know that
the teen her husband had been cheating on her with was laying in the bed
with them listening to them have passionate sex. London could feel the
sporadic jerkings of the bed when the doctor made a particularly passionate
thrust into his wife. While Mrs. Ringwald was in ecstacy over the sexual
veracity of her husband, London was content with the prediction that at the
moment of ejaculation, the moaning woman would be impregnated by a load
that had just moments previously been on its way to his hungry stomach.

To Maria's dismay, the manipulative bottom was ingratiating himself more
and more into the heart of the Ringwalds. After being satisfied that by now
the doctor had got his wife pregnant, London played perfectly the part of
the reformed Christian teen. All the rich church women doted over the
exotic looking "good" boy, pinching his face and complimenting him on his
faithfulness to the Lord. If only they knew London's only god was a screw
from one of their husbands' strong bodies. Even Mrs. Ringwald's father,
Reverend Harding, was taking note of the "reformed" teen's natural
charm. London would go on five mile runs with the athletic reverend and the
good doctor, wearing only a pair of small red shorts that clung tightly to
his bouncing bubble ass. During one run, the teen thought he caught the
reverend staring at the jiggling globes.

London was snatched out of his fantasy by the force of Dimitri's dripping
meat being shoved into his gaping mouth. Vladimir was now fully plugged
into the bubble ass of the brothers' rival, letting his cock rest in the
brotherly juices they had deposited over the last two and a half hours.

"We're not going to take our cocks out until you tell us where our mascot
is, pussy boy," Vladimir sought to degrade their opponent into
submission. London felt constantly on the edge of shuddering into a spastic
orgasm that would cause him to embarrassingly spasm on the stocky Russian's
large cock. He knew that once he came, he would be completely submissive to
the demands of the overpowering cocky brothers. London tried to think of a
way to escape the dominating duo, but found he could only concentrate on
one thing: postponing his orgasm. Dimitri pulled his throbbing erection out
of his rival's mouth and shoved the tasty jock strap back in as he heard
heavy footsteps approaching.

Just as Vladimir prepared to dump another potent load of thick cream into
the pussy hole, the broad chested Coach Phillips swaggered into the room
with his hands on his hips, a cigar between his lips, and his belt in his
hand. "Looks like there are rivals in my god damn territory," Coach
Phillips spat in disgust as the Russian brothers scrambled to get their
football uniforms back on. The two intimidated players of the rival team
stumbled out of the room in a rush. With the unexpected exit of Vladimir
from his asshole, London felt strikingly empty and needed another big cock
to fill his void.

"Sleeping with the enemy? You are a true slut, son," the coach said with
stern disapproval. He walked behind the exhausted, sweaty bottom and
observed the winking pussy hole that was dripping with several loads of
Russian cum.  "What are you thinking getting FUCKED by the rival team
captain and his brother?" he asked angrily while giving London's thoroughly
manhandled bubble butt a hard spank with the belt. The spanking caused the
jock's anal lips to part temporarily and release more cum onto the workout
room floor. London tried to explain that Dimitri and Vladimir were force
fucking him for stealing their team mascot, but Dimitri's flavorful
jockstrap was still deeply wedged in the kid's pouting mouth.

"I don't need to hear an answer, son, I know the problem. You have a
distinct lack of discipline and you can't control yourself. Seducing the
enemy is grounds for one hundred belt lashings," Coach Phillips ordered
sternly as he eyed the throbbing, pulsating boy hole with lust. He inhaled
a puff of his cigar before revealing his throbbing, thick tube of man meat
and filling the boy up with it.

"Mmmmm!" London whimpered into his gag in submission as he was thoroughly
taken and fully fucked by the huge adult cock that was stretching him even
more. The coach had the boy bent over the dumb bells facing the wall
workout room mirrors. Leaving his coach's whistle on, the older man took
off his shirt to reveal his deep, manly , hairy chest which led down to a
slight beer belly that accentuated the raw ruggedness the coach
possessed. Five sequential spankings to his right butt cheek caused London
to squeeze down on his authority figure's big prick.

"Look in the mirror, son. I want you to see the direct consequences of your
slutty ways. You need to see yourself being disciplined and how being a
complete slut not only degrades you, but degrades the whole god damned
team!" Coach Phillips growled with authoritative finality. He pulled the
boy's blond hair until the teen was looking at himself in the mirror being
pounded into by the bulky, buff coach behind him. The vision of the angry
hairy chested authority figure banging into him reminded London of one of
Papi's discipline fucks. Whenever London got caught doing something wrong,
he would be placed on his stomach and fucked like a bitch by his Papi while
receiving a thorough spanking. Papi would make sure his son received none
of his precious spit or seed while getting disciplined for doing something
wrong. London could now see himself in the mirror growing hotter and hotter
as he squirmed his bubble butt around with every belt spanking. The
punished jock could feel his orgasm building up again as he still hadn't
cum during the merciless fucks of the Russian brothers. London began to try
to speak through the gag of Dimitri's jock strap. In response, the
grunting, roaring man removed the gag temporarily.

"Coach, you're going to make me cum!" London whined as he maneuvered his
boy hole half way off of the married man's cock.

"Shut up, god damn it!" Coach Phillips commanded before thrusting his
bloated prick balls deep into the boy hole. "You know I don't care about
that shit," the man concluded with another five spanks with the belt,
causing the hole to clench with desire. It was true that the cigar smoking
coach had never bothered to touch or even look at the kid's dick. London's
penis was irrelevant as the coach was purely interested in disciplining the
wild teen via his muscled ass. Dr. Ringwald was the same way. During sex
with his wife, Coach Phillips stimulated her clitoris and nipples while
pounding her down into the sheets. The doctor would make love to
Mrs. Ringwald by caressing her body and saying lovely words in her
ear. However, when the married men fucked London, they showed no concern
for showing affection and more concern for disciplining the creamy pussy
hole with their cum and masculine force.

One more push past his throbbing prostate and London shuddered in the
coach's large arms, spewing jock cum all over the dumb bells while watching
the whole scene unfold in the mirror. "Oh fuck, Coach! I'm cumming! Please
breed me, Coach!," London pleaded and whined as his orgasm caused his boy
hole to choke and gag on the married cock buried within him.

Coach Phillips puffed on his cigar while spanking the squirming boy
repeatedly with his hairy bare hand. "I told you I don't give a shit if
you're cumming or not. You may beg for my cum, but you are never to mention
your own, do you understand?" London nodded in ecstacy as the hairy chested
man continued his discipline assault into the manipulative bottom's choking
ass hole.  The coach filled London up to the brim with thick man meat for
thirty more minutes before flipping the boy over onto his back. The stern
faced man looked down at the boy as if he had disappointed him greatly by
sleeping with rival team members. London gasped femininely as Coach
Phillips exited his ass in time to spew potent man juice all over the
outside of his anus. The orgasming man plunged back into his star player's
spasming pussy and dumped six potent loads of hot married semen into the
arch-backed, moaning slut.

London later had the chance to explain what really happened with Dimitri
and Vladimir, but Coach Phillips just puffed his cigar without apologizing
for the misunderstanding. "You can't be a pussy, son. You shouldn't have
let them hold you down and fuck you like some little cheerleader slut!
You're on the football team for god damn sake," spat the still shirtless
man authoritatively. He caused further man juice to spill from the kids'
ass by giving him ten more lashings before making the jock eat the loads
off of the floor, the workbench, and the coach's fingers.

Back at the Ringwald mansion, it was time for London's math tutoring
session with Andrew, however the worn out jock was in no position to focus
on school work. He had been roughly filled and man handled by three
dominating males and just wanted to rest.

"What the hell happened to you after practice?" Andrew inquired with
concern as he observed the bruises his best friend had acquired. He
explained how Dimitri and Vladimir had grabbed him, taken him to the weight
room, and roughed him up for hours in revenge for stealing the mascot. He
conveniently left out the part where the hot Russian brothers took turns up
his ass in a macho attempt to bang the cum out of him. To comfort his
bruised friend, the taller, brunette Andrew pulled London tightly to his
athletic torso. London faked being emotionally distraught so that he could
bury his head into the deep, smooth chest of his team mate. Whether it was
during practice or an impromptu wrestling session, he relished any bodily
contact he could get from his completely straight buddy.

 Andrew was a senior while London was a junior, so the bottom knew he had
less than a year to try to finally get the tall jock into bed. Being one of
the handsomest guys in school, Andrew had received sexual offer after
sexual offer but was quite unaware of when someone was hitting on him. The
only girl he was ever interested in was his beloved Penny McCartney, an
obstacle London knew he would have to get rid of.

As the two continued to embrace, London imagined Andrew plugging his bottom
missionary style in the maid's quarters. The boy had been in love with
Andrew since they were preteens, but the straight athlete was totally
unperceptive to London's hints and advances. In fact, 18 year old Andrew
Stills was a complete virgin, declaring that he was saving his first time
for love. London somehow found this opposite approach to sex titillating as
he imagined being the first pussy hole Andrew ever shot off in. However,
the sneaky bottom knew that Andrew planned on losing his virginity to
picture perfect Penny.

The image of the virginal athlete fucking him made London's ass twitch with
need once again despite the earlier asscapades. In an attempt to get the
half jock half book worm to wrestle him, London began to taunt his buddy
about his undying love for Penny McCartney. The bottom knew that in his
current state, he would be effortlessly pinned down by the more muscular
virgin. The two began laughing and grappling each other, the two hot jocks
rolling around on the expensive wood paneled floor. A mixture of Vladimir
and Coach Phillip's seed seeped out of London's throbbing asshole into his
briefs as the teen once again tried to use his body to seduce his straight
friend.

Unfortunately, just as Andrew pinned London down in triumph, Dr. Ringwald
entered the room. Observing the display before him, the doctor began to
worry that London was reverting to his old ways by receiving dick on the
side from his football buddy, Andrew.  "It doesn't appear that much
studying is going on here, boys, so I think we'd better call it a night,"
the sandy haired older man ordered.

"Yes, sir," Andrew obeyed before grabbing his belongings and giving London
a dimpled smile. Before Dr. Ringwald could inquire into London's sex life,
he noticed the bruises on the boy's body and asked what happened. London
pressed his face into the space in between the married man's pecs and
emotionally told the story of how the brothers force fucked him in the
workout room. The sneaky slut secretly smiled to himself as the father of
two petted the abused jock's hair and tried to comfort him. The doctor
offered to check out London's bruises and treat them accordingly.

Before the older man could protest, the boy pulled down his pants and
underwear to reveal a bruise on his back upper thigh, just below the
enticing plump ass. With caution, the married man massaged ointment onto
the bruise, but couldn't help looking at the sexy butt before him. London
winced at the pain and with that, a drop of Coach Phillip's plentiful load
leaked out onto the doctor's hand.  The slutty bottom poked his ass out
further, looking over his shoulder expectantly at the married father. The
religious man was praying inwardly and attempting to resist the urge to
grab London and fill his waiting ass with deep pumps of masculinity.

That's when the two heard feminine footsteps approaching quickly. The
doctor wiped off his hand while London quickly pulled up his pants and
underwear. Mrs. Ringwald entered the room with a look of shock on her
face. She was holding a little, white stick in her hand.

"What is it, dear?" Dr. Ringwald asked while trying to conceal his large
erection.

She looked at London with her mouth agape before turning back to her
husband.

"I'm pregnant!" Mrs. Ringwald cried. Dr. Ringwald stared at his wife in a
state of shock as London clasped his hands in joy.

"Why, that's wonderful news! Wow... three kids in five years! Your husband
must have some fertile seed, Mrs. Ringwald," London joked as if he didn't
have first hand knowledge.

London left the room, once again laughing at his evil brilliance. He was
manipulating the Ringwalds' lives into just the direction he needed in
order to make his next move.