Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 14:37:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a Rugby Bitch 4b

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 4b
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Ryder pondered the way he was being treated by Bates and Coach Perry as he
started in on Bates' laundry. He could barely keep his hands off himself
while he handled the clothes. Just being in Bates' bedroom got him
hard. While he had been warned not to get faggy with the laundry, Ryder
couldn't help sniffing a dirty sock for a minute, taking in the musty smell
of Bates' feet.

After the laundry was started, he moved on to the kitchen. For a house with
four guys, the kitchen was surprising clean. A few dirty dishes littered
the counters, but aside from that it didn't need more than a wipe down. As
Ryder placed the dishes in the sink, one of Bates' roommates came in.

The guy was massive, probably six foot four, two hundred and twenty
pounds. His hair was buzzed and his caramel skin glowed. He had pronounced
facial features and a wide chest that left Ryder drooling.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Not bad." Ryder said.

"Not much work for you to do. Bates' fags do an awesome job. We probably
wouldn't let them in the house otherwise." The guy circled Ryder, eying him
up. He gazed at him as if he was a piece of meat, and Ryder could feel the
man's eyes pass over every inch of his body. "You don't look like one of
Bates' guys though."

Ryder didn't say anything. He didn't have the time or nerve to explain that
he'd been give to Bates for the day by Coach Perry.

A huge hand grabbed his ass. "Fuck, boy, that's one fine ass." the man
hissed. "Maybe when Adam's done with you we can work something out. You
ever had a black dick up in that pussy?"

Ryder shook his head. The man grabbed onto his hand and pushed Ryder's
fingers into his crotch. Ryder felt his massive dick throb while a damp
heat rose from his crotch. The man's other hand massaged his meaty
ass. Thick fingers dug into his crack and searched for his hole. Then
suddenly the man broke away. He grabbed his keys and made for the back
door. "Someday," he said as he walked out the door.

Ryder continued to clean the kitchen for a half an hour. None of Bates'
other roommates came in to bother him. He occasionally heard noises from
the living-room. Finally, Bates walked in and glanced around the spotless
kitchen. Ryder fell to his knees, only noticing afterward that Bates hadn't
told him to do so.

"Nice job fag." he said. "It wasn't much work, but I think a fag should do
something to earn his way."

Ryder nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Marshall's hot for your ass. He sent me a text. If you were mine I'd let
him tear you up for fifty bucks. Would you like that?" Bates asked.

"Probably." Ryder responded.

"Liar," Bates said. He lunged toward Ryder with his hand out. When Ryder
flinched and backed away, Bates laughed at him. "Did you sniff my clothes
when you were doing my laundry, fag? Don't lie this time."

"Yes, sir." Ryder said.

"Even though I told you not to get faggy with them."

"Yes, sir."

"Why then?"

"I don't know, sir." The longer Ryder failed to respond, the more he felt
ashamed for not immediately telling the truth. Bates' eyes drilled a hole
right into his brain. "I couldn't help it, sir. I just did it
automatically."

"My underwear or my socks?"

"Your socks."

"Figures." he huffed. "You fags are all the same deep down."

Bates took a step forward. His crotch was inches away from Ryder's
face. Ryder tried to maintain eye-contact. He desperately attempted to
avoid looking at the lump in Bates' shorts, but he couldn't help it. His
eyes slipped away, and he stared at Bates' bulge. Bates grabbed his chin
and yanked his face upward. "If you were my fag, I'd beat your ass for
that. Lucky for you the Coach told me to go easy."

Bates' grabbed the back of Ryder's head and pulled him forward. As his face
approached his cock, Bates could feel Ryder's whole body get weak. He
practically had to hold the guy up. He couldn’t' believe how easy it was
to get a guy like Ryder under his control. While he loved pussy, he would
never degrade himself for it. He certainly wouldn't beg for it like a
little girl. The fags, however, were powerless when it came to cock. Show a
submissive bitch your dick once or let them get a whiff of the stink rising
from your pits, and they would follow you around like a fucking puppy on a
leash. The older guys that Bates messed with eventually snapped out of
it. They cut and run after he had taken their money and used them for an
occasionally throat rape. A guy like Ryder though would be hooked for
life. He'd come to love his inner fag and to be proud of being a bitch. As
soon as the shame went away, Bates wouldn't have much use for him. He
wasn't in it for the blowjobs. He got off on making a guy do things that
would leaving him crying himself to sleep when he reflected on what he'd
done. For now, though, he was interested in Ryder. When they were raw like
Ryder, torn between the straight fantasy they'd built for themselves and
the fag reality, that was when he could have fun.

"You want my dick, fag?" Bates asked.

Ryder said yes.

'Why?" Bates asked.

When Ryder didn't answer, Bates slapped him across the face. He slapped him
again and again, every other second, until Ryder finally answered
correctly.

"Because I'm a fag, sir."

"Good answer, fag." Bates said. "Will you do anything for my dick?"

"Yes, sir." Ryder hissed.

"Good. Strip down to your underwear and come into the living room in two
minutes."

Ryder stripped down in a flash and then waited the two minutes. He was
wearing a pair of bright blue American Eagle boxer briefs that made his ass
look awesome. His dick tented the front and pulled the fabric to the
right. He flexed his muscles a little to pump them up. He knew that Bates
wasn't interested in his body, but he wanted to look good nonetheless. When
the two minutes were up, he walked into the living room.

Sitting on the couch, with a beer in front of him and the PS3 controller in
his hands was his roommate Conor. Bates sat in the chair, still fully
dressed, with a big grin on his face. Ryder turned back to the kitchen, but
Bates' voice boomed across the room, "Don't. You. Dare."

Ryder's roommate looked at him and then at Bates, "What the fuck is going
on, bro?" he said to both of them.

Bates answered. "We're having a little coming out party. Conor, you're a
good looking guy, don't you think?"

Conor smiled because it was true. He was black Irish, with closely cut
black hair and killer blue eyes. Unlike Bates and Ryder who had thick
bodies that came from playing on the field, Conor had spent his first weeks
of college building the perfect gym body. His abs were just starting to
poke through and he'd put inches on his chest and arms. He was slowly
morphing into a stud, and over the last week Ryder hadn't been able to keep
his eyes off of him.

"You ever notice Josh looking at your body, maybe sending a quick glance
your way when you get out of the shower?" Bates asked.

"I don't know . . . yeah, I guess maybe a couple of times." Conor
said. Bates' grinned.

"Tell him why, Josh." Bates said. When Ryder didn't say anything, Bates
grabbed his crotch and added, "You said you'd do anything."

"I . . . uh . . . I think he's hot." Ryder sputtered.

"Fuck, man." Conor said, "I didn't know you were gay. I mean, that's cool
and all, but I would have put some clothes on around you."

"He's not just gay, Conor." Bates said slowly. "Tell him Josh. Tell him
what you told me."

"I'm . . . uh . . . I'm . . ." Ryder stuttered for at least thirty
seconds. His dick was completely flaccid and his skin was burning red.

"It's ok," Bates said before turning to Conor, "He wants to tell you that
he's a fag.  A total slave to man-dick. He probably sniffs your gym clothes
when you're gone and lays in your bed to beat off. He'd crawl across cut
glass just to get a taste of your cock. Have you done those things, fag?"

"Um . ." Ryder looked at Conor. He was so hot, so completely fucking
beautiful. Ryder had told himself that Conor was off limits and did
everything he could to avoid fantasizing about the guy. But he was
weak. "I, uh, might have jerked off in your bed this morning."

"Jesus, man." Conor said. He was totally unaware of the world that Bates
and Ryder lived in and was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry bro, Coach Perry and I are getting him under control. He just
needs some training and discipline." Bates said, "Get on your knees, fag."

Ryder dropped to his knees. Conor looked on having long since forgotten
about the video game. It was like watching a train wreck; he couldn't look
away.

"Come here." Bates said patting the inside of his thigh.

Ryder crawled over to Bates. When he got close, Bates pulled his head into
his crotch. He turned to Conor, "I'd offer you his mouth, bro, but I'm not
supposed to introduce him to new guys yet."

Bates held Ryder's face against his ripe crotch, moving him around and
mashing his nose against his muscular thighs.

"He actually likes this?" Conor asked.

Bates leaned forward and grabbed onto the back of Ryder's underwear. He
pulled Ryder onto his back so that his crotch was facing Conor, The sudden
movement caused the fabric to tear, and with a hard yank Bates ripped the
underwear off. Ryder's cock was hard and bouncing with his heart beat.

"He loves it." Bates said with a laugh. "I had him do my laundry today, and
even though I told him not to get faggy with it, he sniffed my socks
anyway."

"What's he want with your socks?" Conor asked.

"It's a fag thing." Bates said. "Be careful with your gear around
him. He'll root around in it like a pig in shit, bro."

Conor's dick was hard, and he casually grabbed it. "You see the potential,
don't you?" Bates said. "You might be able to work out a deal with Coach
Perry to use Ryder when he's not busy, or I could teach you to get a fag of
your own. It's easy, man. Too easy."

Conor stared at Ryder while Bates' pushed him away from his crotch. As soon
as he could, he lifted his foot and put it against Ryder's chest. He pushed
him to the ground and shoved the dirty rubber sole against his face.

"Lick the bottom of my shoe, fag."

Ryder started to lick. Bates waited a few minutes before putting the other
shoe against Ryder's cheek. Ryder went to work on that one too. When Bates
was satisfied, he told Ryder to take his shoes off.

"From now on the only time you sniff my socks is when they're on my
feet. Got it fag?"

"Yes sir," Ryder mumbled with a face full of Bates' rank gym sock.

Bates' socks were damp from sweat and stunk like the inside of an old
shoe. Ryder huffed the smell as he sucked on the fabric. He kept trying to
suck on Bates' toes, but Bates moved them away.

"This is the life, bro." Bates said to Conor. "Fucking around with a jock
bitch is such a power trip. It gets me hard."

"He'll even suck your cock?" Conor asked.

"Are you kidding me? He'd fucking die to suck my cock." Bates said. "He'll
do anything I ask. Watch."

Bates stood up and dropped his shorts. Ryder kept going for his feet, but
Bates kicked him away. He yanked his shirt off too and stood there in a
pair of white briefs. The front bulged out and the pouch was loaded with
his massive balls. He slid open the side of the leg and let his nuts drop
out. They hung at least four inches from his body, big swinging bull balls.

"Jesus," Conor said, "That's kind of freaky dude."

"I know," Bates said, "They're fucking huge."

He looked down at Ryder who was still going for his feet. "Show them some
respect, fag." he said.

Ryder looked up. Bates stood over him like a tower, impossibly tall and
big. His hairy calves and thighs were like tree trunks. His shoulders
seemed wider than ever, and his skin was tan and course with dark
hair. Bulky muscle gave Bates a thick, masculine body. Between his legs,
his nuts hung low and seemed to move with a life of their own. Ryder
glanced up at Bates' face. His dark brown eyes glared back down at him, but
the affection that was so often present in Coach Perry's eyes was
completely missing in Bates.

"I'm actually giving him a chance to lick my balls and he's stunned."
Bates' laughed. "Fag, you've got three seconds before I put them away. One
. . . two . . "

Ryder jumped up and put his lips on Bates' nuts. He kissed them
softly. Deep down, Ryder felt he had an understanding of Bates and the
power games he played. Ryder had himself played them with chicks a few
times. If he enjoyed himself too much, sucked the big semen filled nuts
into his mouth greedily, Bates would take them away and laugh at him. The
slower he moved, the more of a chance he would have at Bates' dick. He
kissed the left nut and felt it move away under the Bates' hairy
scrotum. Bates was one of the few guys Ryder knew who didn't shave his
balls. As he chased after each nut, trying to pay it the respect it
deserved, the course hair of Bates' crotch scratched against his
skin. Suddenly, he felt a hand on the back of his head as Bates held him
close while he sat down.

"Keep it up, fag." he hissed, "Show them some love."

He heard the sounds of the PS3 again as Bates and Conor sat back down to
play a game. Ryder's heart jumped and then fell. It meant that he was going
to get some alone time with Bates' balls, but also meant that Bates was
going to ignore him from here on out. Even though most of Bates' attention
was sadistic, Ryder liked the connection it provided.

Minutes passed, and the act of licking and sucking Bates' balls become more
normal to Ryder. The more normal it became, the less it turned him on, and
he actually started to think about what he was doing. He was on his knees,
in front of his roommate, with his face buried in another man's
nuts. Saliva and dick sweat coated his face and hair. He smelled like a
locker-room. Without Bates humiliating him and moving things on, the stink
of Bates' crotch and the taste of his ball sweat became a little disgusting
to Ryder. Slowly, the part of his mind that wanted to run gained strength,
and he was barely lapping at Bates' balls anymore.

"Getting tired, fag." Bates said as he knocked on Ryder's skull with a
fist.

Ryder shook his head no. Conor said, "How long will he go for?"

"A totally broken fag would suck my nuts for days, probably until he
starved to death." Bates said, "Josh here is still figuring things out. I'm
guessing that about now, he's starting to wonder how much he really enjoys
this. Even for a jock bitch, it's not easy to suck nuts in front of another
man for the first time."

Bates pulled him out of his crotch by his hair. Cold air blasted his wet
face. Ryder's hair was messed up, and his face was shiny with spit. Bates'
could smell his own stink rising off of the boy. "You're starting to look
like a fag." he said. "You tired of sucking my balls? Be honest."

Ryder looked down at the floor. He started to say something but couldn't
formulate how he felt.

"See, Conor, he's still a little conflicted." Bates said, "You weren't
conflicted when you crawled into your roommate's bed and beat your meat,
were you?"

"No sir," Ryder said. He did everything he could to avoid glancing at
Conor.

"Maybe you just need a break. Go up to my room and wait for me. It'll be a
couple of hours. Don't touch anything, especially not yourself." Bates
said.

Ryder went upstairs. By the time he got up there, his dick was hard
again. The sun had set, and he was a little hungry. Initially he considered
just leaving. He could sneak down the back stairs and be out of the house
without Bates' noticing. Coach Perry would be pissed, but Ryder could walk
away from him too. In the end, Ryder held all of the cards. If Perry was an
asshole about Ryder cutting things off, Ryder could report him. A million
thoughts ran through his head, but slowly, the old itch started to grow
again.

He was in Bates' bedroom - a fucking den of masculinity. Condoms littered
the dresser, fifteen pairs of kicks were lined up against the walls, and
old clothes were on the floor. None of it was all that different from the
room that Ryder and Conor shared, but it made Ryder hard anyway. He was in
Adam Bates' bedroom, and his dick throbbed as he thought about what might
happen next. For the next two hours, it was nearly impossible to keep his
hands off himself and Bates' things. His dick leaked precum into his briefs
as he sat at the desk.

Finally the door opened. Bates walked in and took a quick look at the wet
spot on the front of Ryder's crotch, "Looks like you remembered who you are
while you were up here." he said, "I was kind of hoping you'd run. Then I
could have really fucked you up."

Bates quickly stripped down. He tossed his briefs to Ryder. "I'm going to
shower, you can play with those while I'm gone."

Bates walked out, and Ryder instantly brought the briefs to his face. They
were still warm and musky. He sniffed them, and his dick throbbed. He
rubbed the fabric against his face and then down over his chest. Finally,
he worked his own hard cock with the material that had been touching Bates'
dick just a few moments before. His precum oozed out onto the fabric.

Too quickly, Bates returned. He was completely naked. His furry chest was
still wet and his pubes were damp. Ryder had seen Bates naked a hundred
times before, but this time, he was able to stare without worrying about
being noticed. He studied the thick, flaccid cock and the thatch of pubes
that surrounded it.

"Playtime is over, fag." Bates said, "I've got a girl coming over. Get me
hard and ready to go."

Ryder stared at him, unsure what he was supposed to do.

"This is your chance, fag." Bates growled. "Fucking suck my dick."

Bates stepped forward and shoved his flaccid cock into Ryder's face. Ryder
quickly opened his mouth and took it in. He sucked it gently and waited for
it to harden. Bates had his eyes closed and was playing with his
nipples. He needed to get pumped up before his chick came over, otherwise
he'd take out his pent up aggression on her. Then he'd have to find a new
chick willing to come over on a moment's notice to swing from his dick, and
that would be no easy task.

As soon as his dick was hard enough, Bates began to fuck Ryder's throat. He
hurled curse words at the kid as he gagged on his eight and a half inch
rod. "Fucking take that cock, fag. Fucking open up your throat and let me
fuck you like the jock bitch you are." Ryder was immensely turned on by
being demeaned - yet another thing he would feel guilty about later that
night.

Bates' phone buzzed, and he pulled his dick out of Ryder's mouth. He
quickly pulled on his jeans and then slid open the closet door behind
Ryder. He motioned for Ryder to stand and then shoved him inside.

"Special treat for you fag," Bates said. "I thought I'd let you watch me
bang a chick."

Ryder stood in the closet and rubbed his hard cock. He was still only
wearing his briefs.

"You didn't think that I'd waste my load on a fag, did you?" Bates asked.

"No sir." Ryder responded.

He knelt down on a pile of clothes and tried not to look too
disappointed. Bates slid the closet shut, leaving an inch at the end for
Ryder to peak out of. Then, Bates left the room. It felt like an hour
passed, but Bates soon returned with a tall blonde girl. Ryder had seen her
around and knew she had a reputation of being a slut. Two weeks ago, she
was on his list of girls to fuck in his freshman year. Now, he barely even
thought about girls. She and Bates made small talk before he directed her
to the bed.

For the next hour, Bates and his chick played around in every way
imaginable. Bates ate her out and she sucked his dick. He fucked her for a
while, and then they went back to oral. Ryder realized that throughout it
all, Bates was consciously putting on a show for him. He wanted Ryder to
watch him work over the girl. When she sucked his cock, he either turned
his back to Ryder, so that he could watch his ass, or he turned straight
toward the closet, so that Ryder could see how he held her head down on his
big dick. Ryder's dick was hard, but didn't dare jack off. He knew that
once he orgasmed, everything would seem a lot less hot.

Bates kept fucking and Ryder watched the sweat run down his back. The stink
of sex filled the room. Ryder was oddly turned off by the smell of the
girl, which polluted the scene for him. Still, seeing this straight stud
doing what straight studs do best kept his dick hard.

Finally, Bates shoved into the girl and collapsed on top of her. His ass
muscles contracted and flexed as he pumped out his load. When they were
done, they both laughed for a minute, and then Bates rolled off of her. He
told her to head for the shower and wait for him there. She strolled out of
the room wearing one of his t-shirts.

Bates slid open the closet door. "Like what you saw, fag?"

"Yes sir," Ryder said quickly.

Bates slid the condom off of his dick. He was still rock hard and his cock
bounced up and down. It was slimy with the remnants of his load. "You want
a taste?"

Ryder's heart pounded. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and at the
same time he was insanely nervous."

"Yes sir." he whispered, "Please."

"Tell me you're a jock bitch." Bates said.

"I'm a jock bitch." Ryder said quickly.

"You live to serve real men." Bates added.

"Please sir, I'm a jock bitch who lives to serve real men." Ryder said.

Bates' cock started to soften and a drop of cum collected at the tip. Ryder
leaned forward with his mouth open. The action was automatic, he did it
without thinking.

"Fuck! I've gotten you worked up, huh? A few hours ago I was worried you
were going to run." Bates said, "You know, I don't think you deserve it."

He turned away from the closet door. A low, guttural moan came out of
Ryder. He sounded like a wounded animal. Bates turned around. He had a
massive smile on his face. He'd won a total and complete victory over the
fag slut. He might belong to Perry, but if the Coach ever let him go, Bates
now knew that Ryder would come crawling to his door.

"Alright." Bates said, "Just be quick."

Ryder sucked the soft cock into his mouth and licked it clean. The smell of
latex was overpowering, but the taste of cum was still there. When Ryder
looked up at Bates, Bates slapped him lightly on the side of the face.
"You're kind of pathetic, you know that?" He didn't wait for a response,
but spit on Ryder instead. Then he took the condom, still in his hand, and
turned it inside out.

As soon as Ryder saw this, he opened his mouth wide. Bates placed the cum
filled rubber on his tongue and finished turning it. His load, still hot
and chunky, spilled onto Ryder's tongue. Ryder swished it around and then
swallowed it. Then he sucked on the condom, trying to get every last drop.

Bates had his phone out and was snapping pictures. Ryder no longer cared.
There were so many photos of him being a cock whore. His own roommate had
seen him making out with Bates' bull balls. If he ever tried to deny any of
it, there was plenty of evidence. Any new pictures were just icing on the
cake.

After about ten seconds Bates pulled the condom away. "You did the coach
proud today, fag." he said, "You're not my normal pathetic, groveling fag,
but you give better head and I like humiliating you way more. You've got so
much more to loose. Now get the fuck out of my house, and be sure to say hi
to your roommate for me."

Bates walked toward the shower and the fine pussy that waited for him.
Ryder's heart pounded as he thought about looking Conor in the eye when he
got home. He was halfway to his dorm when he realized that he never even
got to cum.

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Hope you liked this one – not my usual scene. If there's something you
want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I've
gotten lots of good ideas for the coming chapters. Thanks for reading.
Charlie