Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 15:23:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds and Bullies pt. 10

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This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage
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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
another.
This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also
made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.
In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between
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Chaz


Recapping last paragraphs of chapter 9:

The second contest, didn't last as long as the first. Robbie's arm was
down long before the ten minute mark. It appeared that Donnie had zapped
some of Robbie's strength the first time around, draining much needed
power from my friends huge biceps.
I watched as Robbie's eyes closed while he tried his best to accept the
fact that his bud was more powerful.
Donnie, on the other hand gave his friend a huge smirk. "You satisfied,
dude... Or do I need to kick your ass all over this room to convince you
once and for all?"
But, Robbie the defiant one, actually wanted to go one more round, he
just couldn't accept that he wasn't stronger than his bud. "Tell ya
what... one more round, dude... I know I'm stronger... one more round...
k?"
Donnie was now beside himself, he wanted to rip Robbie apart and it was
obvious by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. "WHAAAAT? ??
You can't be fucking serious, dude. Why should I have to prove to you
three fucking times in a row, that I'm fucking stronger than
you...huh??? Why don't I just beat the shit out of you right here right
now... would that be proof enough for ya...huh? But ya know what... fuck
it... if you want ONE more chance to try and save your fucking ego and
pride... you've got it... but this one is final... no more, agreed? One
more thing... I win this one? You get down and kiss my fucking dick...
right on the head" "I'll tell you what... I'll give you a hand job...
but not tonight... I'll owe...k?... But no way...I'm not kissing it,
dude." There was again a pause, while Donnie thought it over. "Ok, Deal,
but this is it, I won't go a fourth round with you... got it?"
"Ya... I won't ask again... if you win, then it's final... I give ya my
word."

I felt for Robbie, this had to be difficult for him, all these years
convinced that he was top dog at school as well as the neighborhood, and
all the while, he really wasn't.
I knew my best friend like a book, I could read his mind almost, and this
was draining him, emotionally as well as physically.
The final test of strength did not go very well for Robbie. His arm was
literally slammed to the table top within seconds by an angry Donnie.
Then to make matters worse for my friend, Donnie stood up, moved in
closer to Robbie and gave him a wicked hard bitch slap.
Then before Donnie turned to walk away, he brushed the smelly huge pouch
of his jock across his friends face, then waited for a reaction, when
there wasn't one, Donnie walked over to Robbie's very private SolaFlex
and straddled it with his bare butt pressed into the leather bench, and
began adjusting the knobs on the machine to fit his own liking.
Robbie never allowed any friend including me, to even sit on the bench,
never mind adjust the knobs. So I expected him to fucking freak out, but
he remained silent, still kneeling at the small table, as though his mind
was on a different planet altogether.

After working out for maybe fifteen minutes, Donnie spoke to his bud, in
a defiant voice. "I'm ready to fuck your friends brains out... and I
want YOU to watch while I do it!"
I waited for some sort of response from my best friend, some sort of last
minute rage, any gesture at all to protect me... but there was none.
Then while Robbie was watching, Donnie stood up from the machine, ran his
open palm over his sweaty well defined pecs, then rubbed that palm over
the soft leather of Robbie's favorite work-out machine.
I bet he was sorry he invited his good friend over to train me, although
still not as sorry as me.
To be cont:

"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 10
Donnie, still glaring over at Robbie with that `I'm the fucking balls'
look on his face, sat there straddling Robbie's Bow-flex machine, his
thick thighs draped over the side, pressing their tight hard muscles into
the soft leather of the bench.
Donnie, then stood, slowly turned completely around facing the back brace
of the machine where Robbie would naturally rest his head, and often one
side of his face or the other while taking a mini break.
What happened next was a scene I'd never forget.
Donnie began rubbing and then humping then rubbing again ... the soft
leather head rest... with the huge bulge of his dirty smelly jock,
covering the entire area that had never been touched by anything other
than the back of Robbie's head, and often one cheek or the other.
After a moment or so of either humping the head rest, or mashing the
funky smelling jock strap bulge into it, Donnie pulled back an inch or
two, lowered the waistband of his jock, and casually brushed his
cock-head against the area, leaving a slight trail of his fresh wet
pre-cum.
It was now obvious and painfully clear that Donnie was really pissed off
at his bud for making him have to prove himself three times in that
awesome test of strength they had. He was hell bent now on totally
humiliating his child hood friend ... as punishment.

I continued to stare, my head turning from Robbie, to Donnie and back to
Robbie again in total disbelief, truly feeling that if ever Robbie would
go totally nuts, it would surely be now.
No one, and I do mean NO ONE, ever laid a finger on Robbie's muscle
machine but Robbie himself. To Robbie this machine was sacred, he never
even allowed ME to even SIT on it, never mind try it out.
I watched as Robbie's face turned bright red, as it will often do when
he is wicked angry, I cringed and waited for my best friend to explode. A
friend I often compared ... to a `keg of dynamite' you ever ignite his
fuse, you'd better be prepared to not only run... but to run like hell.
Robbie's muscles tensed, till his entire body was rock hard, even the
veins in his neck were showing, and they rarely make an appearance.
He and his friend had a new test of power going on, the power of
intimidation, staring deeply and angrily into each others eyes, with
Donnie winning yet another battle by adding to the deadly stare with his
famous wicked smirk, a smirk that had a reputation of intimidating
ANYONE, and EVERYONE.
There was no explosion, and Robbie stood quietly, while relaxing his
strained muscles, and shifting his eyes away from Donnie's smug glare...
over to me. "What the fuck YOU looking at? Fucking piss-for -breath
FAGGOT? Once your training is over with this ASSHOLE... I'm gonna punch
your fucking lights out every day, till I'm sure that what you witnessed
here today is nothing more than a fucking memory BLUR."
I immediately turned my head towards Donnie, as he held his deep
penetrating eyes glued to Robbie, and I caught the wide grin on his evil
puss, happy as a pig in shit that once again, Robbie was directing his
anger away from him and directing it towards me... the weaker one.
I watched as Donnie, calmly and as in slow motion, pulled the waistband
of his filthy jock... up over his fully hard nine and a half inch love
muscle, leaving only the awesome head of his cock and it's deep ridge
peeking out over the top of the band.
Only after doing so, did he feel confident enough to pull his eyes away
from Robbie, and refocus his attention on me.
Spreading his well muscled legs slightly, he grinned and snapped his
fingers, then pointed to the carpet directly beneath his yellowish,
massive jock pouch.
Of course I knew by now not to hesitate, to do so, would be foolish,
cause he'd get what he wanted anyway, and I'd end up with a few extra
bruises on my already tortured body.

Kneeling before this seventeen year old muscle freak, and noticing a very
lite sheen of sweat developing in the deep cleft between his awesome
pecs, which was highlighted even more so by the contrasting tone of his
olive skin, I tried wicked hard to resist the feeling of excitement
building up within me.
As usual, part of me wants to be used by this hunky jock stud, who like
my best friend Robby, brings out this submissive side of me. While at the
very same time, the more intelligent side of me is constantly pleading
for me to resist.
As you know, I no longer fight the physical resistance of Robbie, and now
Donnie, but mentally... I know what I'm doing, and I know it's wrong.
Therefore, because I no longer resist physically, I feel deep inside that
I at least should be fighting it mentally.
But, unfortunately when I find myself actually in the position I am in
now, my lust that grows stronger with each dominating incident wins out,
and the only thing remaining on my mind, is to serve my best bud, and his
highschool friend in any way they choose.
Donnie's words broke the train of my thoughts. "Before I fuck you into
tomorrow, lick the remaining pre-cum off my knob! Then I want you to lay
down on the mats, flat on your back, looking up at me. I'm gonna be
fucking you over and over again, probably all night long, so you'll be
crawling, rather than walking to school tomorrow. I'm gonna fuck you in
different positions, but for this first time, I'm gonna lift your legs
up on my shoulders, so I can watch the many expressions on your face...
as we go through your very first fuck, the one you'll remember
through-out your life. I wouldn't miss the fear, the excruciating pain,
or the pleading within your eyes, for all the money in the world. I
won't lie to you, it's gonna hurt, it's gonna hurt like hell the first
time, but hey, you're a faggot, so you may as well learn that pain goes
with the territory. Us real jocks? ... We thrive on the power, the total
control, the true ownership of faggots like you. We LIVE to see the
agony, humiliation, fear, and total submission in the eyes of you
faggots.
That's why I choose this method of fucking when it comes to busting
cherries. Now get busy, sucking my dick, cause that's all the lube you
get, bitch!"

I placed my fingers between his jock waistband and his tight as leather
skin, and pulled down on the smelly jock-strap.
I was still finding it hard to believe that a seventeen year old dude,
could have a dick as big as his, I felt very strongly that I was
definitely cheated when I compared my dick with Robbie's, but comparing
it with Donnie's I couldn't help but wonder who's idea it was to play
this cruel joke on me. Then again, I knew it could be much worse, I
mean... I could have Anthony's dick, right?
I struggled to wrap my whole hand around the base of Donnie's cock, then
tilted it down towards to my lips.
The dick itself was so wicked warm, almost hot to the touch, and once
again I was incredibly amazed with all the thick veins sticking up
slightly beneath the tight leathery skin.
I stuck out my tongue and first began licking the large head, all around
the top, concentrating mostly on the piss-slit, knowing how much this
turns both Robbie and Donnie on, the soft moans now emanating from the
tough jock standing over me, was my signal that I was pleasing my new
High School master, and knowing that he was pleased with me, brought a
giddy feeling to my somewhat frightened mind.
After a few minutes of tickling the inside of his piss-slit I moved under
the knob, and began to lick the underside of the wide ridge, also knowing
full well by now, that this is also an extremely sensitive area.
I wasn't licking there for more than a few seconds, when the moaning
from above increased a notch. "Ooooooohhhhh FUUCCCCKKK... aaaahhhhhhh
shiiittt... you fucking queer faggot, keep doing that...don't fucking
stop...aaaaahhhh fuck... don't even pause for a second... you fucking
cocksucking bitch!"
Of course I continued making love to the underside of his ridge just
beneath the cock-head, bathing it for nearly ten minutes straight, while
he moaned endlessly, and called me every queer name you can think of,
even some I had never heard.

As I said, nearly ten minutes later, Donnie, had enough, while grabbing a
fistful of my hair, he gave his hips a major thrust... sending his throat
basher all the way home, till his black curly pubes were working their
way up my nose, smothering me once again. "Like I said, faggot, you
better lather up my BAT real good... cause in less than two minutes it's
gonna be breaking in a whole new BALLPARK.... aaaahhhh fuck yeah... a
brand new playground for my pride and joy."
Fortunately for me, I wasn't smothered nearly as long as the first few
times, I'm sure it wasn't out of pity for me, but simply because Donnie
had other plans for his mighty dick.

Less than three minutes later, Donnie was lifting my legs upwards,
resting one on each shoulder.
The evil grin was a warning to me for sure, but I had already prepared
myself for the worse.
"I like fucking you virgin faggots this way, it allows me to watch your
pitiful eyes as they fucking flood with tears, and you WILL cry, this I
guarantee ... you'll cry and beg at the same time, I promise! That's
what makes fucking you virgins so exciting, you fucking faggots are sooo
totally helpless against the power of us alpha males, and trust me... I
have enough power within me to literally fuck you unconscious over, and
over, and over again, as many fucking times as I desire, and trust me...
I have tons of DESIRE!"

Robbie, sitting next to us all along, couldn't figure out for the life
of him, how Donnie's monster cock was gonna go inside my body
completely. "Dude? ... You sure this isn't gonna do like... you know...
like permanent damage to his insides? ... I mean, your dick is fucking
huge... and if anything happens to this fag that is like permanent
damage???? I have to deal with not only his mom... but my mom will
literally fuckin chase me with a shot gun... I swear... she likes him way
more than she likes me... and I don't know dude... but I just don't get
how that horse dick of yours is not going to rip his insides apart... ya
know?"
Donnie, turned to his long time friend, and gave him another smirk, while
shaking his head back and forth. "Seriously dude... what is it with you
and this fascination you have with my dick?? You either want it... or you
don't! ... If what you're saying is true, and you don't really want
it, then keep your fucking mouth shut about it... or I swear... I
seriously WILL shove it down your fucking throat... and choke you... till
you pass out... then I'll fucking drown you with my thick volumes of
cum... how's that sound, dude???? ... Does the sound of that ... get you
hot....huh?"
It took a few seconds for Robbie to come out of his daze and speak. "Fuck
you, shitforbrain... Fuck you... I don't have a fascination with your
fucking dick... and if you keep insinuating that I do...well... well...
well you can just get the fuck outta here and never come back... you got
that... asshole?"
I'm sure that Robbie meant for his words to sound more threatening than
they actually did, but they lacked true feeling, and because of this,
Robbie's words only brought another smirk from Donnie. "Telling ya
dude... you can go on denying it for as long as you want... but that's
just gonna delay what is bound to happen one day down the road... you DO
wanna taste this... I'm soo fucking convinced...and there's nothing you
can say or do that is gonna change my mind. You wanna feel it... you
wanna see if it's as powerful as yours... I'll tell ya right now,
dude... it's twice as POWERFUL as yours... and when you are finally
ready to feel that power... all ya gotta do is beg me... FUCKING BEG ME!
... Then maybe, if you beg nice enough... I'll let you feel the power of
it...the FULL power. Meanwhile, you just sit there and watch... yeeaah...
watch real close... while I give you a little preview on just how
powerful my love muscle really is...K? And don't you worry about your
precious little girl here... I know what I'm doing...I won't leave any
permanent marks... so you won't have to worry about what your mommy will
say, unless she decides to do a little snooping... and crawls up this
faggots ass."

Needless to say, this was the part of Donnie I hated, he's just so
fucking sure of himself, too damn cocky, and I admit I don't like how he
talks down to Robbie...ok, maybe they do it to each other, but somehow,
Donnie always comes out on top, always, and I hate that about him!
I just wish that Robbie could occasionally come out on top, just to show
the fuck head Donnie... that he's not all that.

With my legs up on top of Donnie's shoulders, and the battle of words
between the two jocks seemingly over, Donnie let me know that it was
time, by brushing his huge shaft between my butt cheeks. "Use your hands
to spread these cheeks wide, dude, and one little hint is all I'm gonna
give ya... if you ease up on your butt muscles, and not fight it... it
won't be as painful... I could give you more hints, but to be honest
with ya... I wanna see you in pain, so you're on your own from here on,
bitch!" Donnie turned to Robbie. "Go get me my other sock, the one that
he hasn't cleaned yet, less you don't mind your mom hearing him
scream."
Robbie wasted no time scrambling for the dirty sock, while Donnie grinned
down at me. "You liked chewing on my sweaty sock a while ago... didn't
you? Sucking all that day old grime right down into your belly... well...
no since in cleaning one ... and not the other... right?"
A second later the toe section of Donnies other sock was being pressed
under my nose, by none other than my best bud, I knew it was Robbie,
because he spoke to me as he was rubbing it against my nostrils. "Here
you go fag, smell this jock-boys socks... smell good? I bet it does... I
bet it smells awesome, huh? Yeeaah... go ahead, inhale... worship his
odor."
I looked up at Donnie, and caught the latest smirk he gave to his bud.
Once again, Robbie realized too late, that by choosing such words, he was
only contradicting HIMSELF each time, while desperately trying to
convince his bud that he wasn't the least bit interested in
experimenting a little.

Less than a moment later, and without any warning, I felt the true
meaning of pain, like I had never felt it before. It literally felt as
though someone was shoving a baseball bat up my butt.
I opened my mouth to scream loudly, but nothing came out, it seriously
took nearly a full minute for me to even be able to catch my breath. By
then it was too late, Donnies other dirty sock was now resting inside my
mouth, and what would have been a horrible, earth shattering scream, came
out as just a muffled yell.
The invasion to my previously unexplored territory, had me sobbing, with
tears running down my cheeks like a frigging waterfall. I could feel my
eyes balls bulging out, pleading with Donnie to stop, to please pull out
of me, as his pearly whites gleamed from chin to chin, that evil smile
pasted onto his face. "If I were you, fag, I'd save my breath for later,
when you have it all up inside you... you only have my huge knob inside
you at the moment, and since you like the feeling of it... I think I'll
leave it right where it is for a minute."
Surely he was joking? There was just no freaking way that I could be
sending him the wrong message. I tried screaming once again, but with his
sock stuffing my mouth, and Robbie's hands holding my jaw closed, trying
to scream was useless.

My tears continued flowing rapidly, as Donnie, began thrusting inward,
inch by painful inch.
When I finally felt his pube hair brushing against the outside of my
butt, I prayed that the whole ordeal was nearly over. I was waaay too
naive to realize, that it hadn't even begun.
After a few moments of holding his fierce seventeen year old cock fully
buried inside me, with my legs still kicking up a storm and my hands
still busy trying to pry Robbies hands away from my mouth, Donnie began
slowly pulling out, and although by now, the intense pain had numbed my
insides a little, I could still feel it.
What happened next... nearly had me passing out.
Donnie pulled most, if not ALL the way out, only to slam back in with one
powerful thrust, the second invasion was by far waaay more painful than
the first, and for a brief second or two, everything went black on me. I
vaguely heard the sound of Robbies voice in the backround. "HOLEY SHIT,
DUDE... easy with that thing...you're gonna fucking kill em, his fucking
eyes just rolled up in back of his head for a sec!" But Donnie wasn't
going to be denied his pleasure.
"Shut the fuck up, man, less you wanna take his place... just fucking
chill, k? I know what I'm doing... besides, if you were the jock I
always thought you were, it would be you up here taking your bitch boys
cherry... not me! Not that I mind... no way... not in the least... his
ass is so fucking tight... almost makes me wanna throw Lisa aside, and
fuck this cunt on a regular basis."
Donnie felt he needed to emphasize his last words with another power slam
all the way in, and holding, grinning now at his bud ... rather than down
at me.

It was only a few minutes later that Donnie began thrusting his power
tool in and out with a steady rhythm.
The pain was no where near as severe as in the beginning, and I guess I
need to admit, that there were times when his cock even felt nice,
sending a moment of pleasure all through me.
But for the most part, I wanted this to be over... even though the pain
had subsided a bit.
My wish for it to be over however... was still another ten minutes away.
Donnie began talking down to me, verbally abusing me, calling me
everything, asking if I was still enjoying being a fucking fag. "Look at
your friends face, dude, this cocksucker can't make up his mind if he
likes being fucked or not... one minute he's fucking crying like a baby,
the next minute he's closing his eyes and fucking moaning... then he's
crying again, just like a real fucking cunt. Tell us, bitch.... did you
think all you faggots had to do was suck a cock of your choice... huh?
DIDYOU? I fucking bet you did think that... huh? I bet you thought all
you had to do was to walk around school, eyeing the jocks you chose....
and think to yourself ...hmmmm... I think I'll blow him, before the year
is over.... yeah, and that one too... oooohhh yeeaah and definitely that
one. Well guess what queer boy... you don't EVER get to decide, who you
do, or what you do... us jocks make all the decisions for you... now
ain't that convenient! You still like being a faggot... huh?"
The pace at which Donnie was fucking me had picked up, and soon enough
not only was he fucking me like a jack-rabbit, but he also began moaning,
a sure sign that at least one of us was getting off on this.
Meanwhile his dirty sock within my mouth was now totally saturated, and
was now in the rinse cycle. I had long since swallowed any remaining
saltiness from it, and by now was totally sure that the sock was one
hundred percent clean.
Then I felt it, the final thrust, and I was somewhat proud of myself for
identifying it as just that... the final thrust. Somehow, I just knew it
had to be, his moans were much louder, his head was flung back, and his
eyes closed... what else could all this mean....other that the final
thrust.
Surprisingly, it was the only power slam that didn't nearly kill me,
even felt ok... well, kinda.
Then it was over... well nearly over... I was still in pain, you can be
sure of that, but if Donnie meant what he said, and was going to fuck me
all night long, I was certain, that I had survived the worse of it.
Donnie remained inside me for what seemed forever, when he did finally
pull out, dropping my legs to the mat, Robbie pulled his hands away from
my mouth, and I slowly pulled the sock out.
Donny and I both were still panting a little, but that didn't stop him
from humiliating me verbally. "Hold it right there, faggot... I don't
want you taking that out of your mouth, unless you can assure me that
it's now clean, can you swear that it is... if not, I want you to suck
on it a while longer." I looked up at the seventeen year old total hunk,
every muscle and every feature of his body was wet with a light sheen of
sweat, and I swear... for some odd reason, his well built body looked
even more powerful now, that it did before.
Before answering him, I wondered why my feelings for him at the moment
weren't feelings of pure hatred, but rather feelings of respect and even
admiration.
I know this is gonna make me sound like a TOTAL faggot, but as I was
looking up at him from my angle, with his thick legs straddling my body,
and his nine and a half inch weapon still semi hard and pointing down at
my face, a vision came to me... Donnie suddenly reminded me of a Roman
Empire movie I had once seen, and suddenly he was a mighty gladiator and
I ... his obedient fuck slave.

His voice brought me back to reality. "What the fuck, dude... I asked you
a fucking question... you need me to beat the answer outta you? You know
damn well I don't have a problem doing that." "I'm sorry sir... ya...
I'm one hundred percent sure this sock is now clean, before I pulled it
out of my mouth the salty taste was gone and all that remained was the
taste of wet cotton, sir!"
A huge grin appeared on Donnie's face. "Good... you have my permission
to use the bathroom. You may have a ten minute break before we begin the
next round, during that session, we'll see if you can do as good a job
cleaning my scroungiest jock strap, eh? That is, unless your other master
here, would like to fuck your face... while I fuck your butt."
I looked over at Robbie, as he gave this some serious thought, while
rubbing his crotch before answering. "Nah... maybe later before I go to
bed, right now I'd rather see him SUCKING on that filthy jock of yours."
As I walked off towards the bathroom, I knew exactly what Donnie's
response was before he even gave it.
With yet another smirk planted on his handsome Italian face, Donnie again
shook his head. "Why doesn't that surprise me, dude? Wanna sniff it...
before the fag starts sucking it clean? .... Maybe even give it a little
lick?"
Robbie, sneared at his long time bud, as he snickered angrilly. "No
fucking way, man, why do you keep talking shit like that? I told you to
cut that crap already.... and I mean it, dude!"
I hesitated a moment before entering the bathroom to see what would
happen next.
Donnie turned, and with his awesome legs spread, he now stood over a
still kneeling Robbie.
With Donnie flexing his muscles a bit, Robbie gazed up at the teen hunk
with just a couple of inches separating his face and his buds mighty
weapon.
Donnie not appearing upset at all, just grinned down at his friend.
"What are you gonna do about it, man... huh? Maybe you wanna humiliate
yourself a little more by TRYING to beat me up? ... Come-on... give it
your best try.... give me a good reason to slap you all over this fuckin
room... and when I'm done... you'll be doing a lot more than just
sniffing my jock.... I can assure you of that... so what you waitin on,
tough boy? You don't like me talking down to ya? ... Do something about
it."
Robbie once again refused to accept the challenge to fight his friend.
"Listen, dude, I'm not gonna fight you, we go back too far to fight each
other... all I'm saying is that this horsing around shit that you're
doing... well... it's making me look bad in front of the fag... ya
know... he thinks you're serious and shit... so can you just ease up a
little?"
Donnie gave his bud a smirk, then turned towards the weight bench while
commenting. "Ya, I guess those are the same words I'd use if I were in
your situation... backed into a corner with no way out! Besides that, who
the fuck says I'm just horsing around?"

Donnie was quick to inform me that my break was over. "K, faggot, get
over here on your hands and knees. This time I'm gonna straddle you...
and ride you like a fucking bronco, till your knees give in... and when
you fall on your belly... I'm gonna fuck you even harder... till you
pass out... how's that sound, queerboy? ... Bet you're happy now, that
you've decided to come-out... eh? Robbie, only taught you how to serve
your buds... but like I keep tellin ya... before I'm through with you...
your gonna be taught how to please a REAL jock."

I looked over to my best friend, the friend that always stood up for me,
always fought my tougher battles. "Please Robbie, I mean ... please
SIR... help me out here... I'm begging you, dude, I can't take that up
my butt again, least not just yet... please TELL him... I need to wait a
little while before taking it again... please sir?"
Robbie looked up at his friend, saw his friend glare back at him with a
sadistic grin, daring Robbie to interfere once again.
Robbie then looked back at me shaking his head slowly. "You had your
chance to be trained only by me... and you blew it... you need to be
taught discipline and who better to teach you that... than my bud
Donnie... sorry it had to come to this... you should have just submitted
one hundred percent to me... like your cousin did so easily... now
you're on your own, dude... I can't help ya."
I looked back to Donnie, just in time to catch the sadistic grin... turn
to a smirk.
Then as he turned to me, he once again talked shit about Robbie. "I could
have told you that you were wasting your breath pleading with your
friend... when he's up against a tougher dude than himself... he's as
much a wimp as YOU are... or haven't you noticed that by now? So here's
the good news, I'm actually gonna give you to the count of three to be
in front of me on your hands and knees, before I start punching the fuck
out of ya."

After all that I had witnessed between Robbie and Donnie, did I really
expect Robbie to go up against his tougher bud? YEAH... I did, because
Robbie had never ever backed away from a fight before... number one, and
number two... because they ARE such good buds... I felt if anyone could
talk to Donnie, it was Robbie... plus wasn't it Robbie that got me into
this, to begin with?
But none the less, my best friend since the age of ten refused to help
me, and before Donnie got to the count of three, I was down on my hands
and knees, waiting for my new master to mount me.
It was Robbie once again that had the pleasure of stuffing my mouth to
keep my screams from being heard by his rents. "Better open wider than
that dude! I bet you're gonna love the taste of this... I don't think
he's cleaned this since middle school... man, it's wicked stiff in
certain places, caked with dried cum right in the pouch area. Holy
shit... look! The inside pouch even has an indentation of where his cock
and nuts rest, fuck, man it has been a while since you cleaned this,
huh?"
Robbie then took the liberty of pointing out little yellow blotches which
obviously marked the area where Donnie's piss dribbles landed. Before
stuffing my mouth with the dirty jock, Robbie did something that caught
my interest.
He turned the jock inside out, then poked two fingers into the outside
pouch and proceeded to push the disgusting pouch into my mouth. "I think
we'll start with having you clean the inside pouch area right where the
indentations are... here suck my fingers with his jock wrapped around
them for a little bit first."
This brought a hearty laugh from the owner of the filthy jock.
"Ooooooohhhh fuck Yeeeeaaah! Stick those fingers in his wet mouth, get em
coated with my sweat and cum crust... bet you'll lay awake all night
tonight sniffing em if not licking em... yeeeaaah... how's my crusty
jock feel wrapped around your fingers....eh?"

Donnie had a good point, Robbie seemed to be totally into touching and
handling Donnie's dirty jock, and for a totally straight boy, he seemed
to be thoroughly amazed with the indentation of Donnie's dick and balls
so clearly visible on the inside pouch.
As a matter of fact, Robbie was so enthralled with the soiled jock and
the disgust written all over MY face, that he apparently wasn't
listening to his long time bud, using words to humiliate HIM yet again.

Meaning to or not, Donnie had given me an idea. If I had to go through
with sucking this disgusting jock clean, why not suck it so good that it
REALLY would coat Robbie's fingers with the slime, and so I did.
Only problem for me was, by the time Robbie pulled his sticky fingers out
of the dirty jock, Donnie was ready to plow into me with brute force once
again.
Therefore I missed what took place after Robbie removed his fingers, but
I do know that he made no quick attempt to run off to his private
bathroom in an effort to wash his hands.

Donnie kept his promise, the first few thrusts were rough and hard, yet
felt gentle compared to what followed.
I tried desperately to think of anything but the painful thrusts, I tried
thinking of how awesome his well muscled thighs felt, while effortlessly
holding me in place, as his powerful butt flexed it's own muscles with
each merciless and painful thrust.
I even tried building an image in my mind of his awesome body and all
it's muscles stretching his olive skin, while wearing just a skimpy pair
of thin white speedos, with him standing over me, demanding me to worship
his huge silky package.
I knew I could probably learn to adjust to this new life style of mine,
providing I wasn't totally outted at school, and providing I could get
away with just giving head and leaving it at that.
But this sucking on soiled under garments, like socks, underwear, and
jock straps, along with licking another dudes nut-sac, or his pits, or
much worse... his butt. This kinda stuff wasn't for me, I just wanted to
give blow-jobs, was that too much to ask?
One thing was for sure, I most definitely was not into being fucked, it
was way to painful, and it just didn't turn me on, having something so
big being drilled into my butt.

Suddenly my mind rushed back to what was taking place in reality, Donnie
began to use all his force, the total power from each of his hard
muscles, to fuck me as wild and as furious as humanly possible.
The pain so intense that I felt the pores of my skin open to allow
buckets of perspiration flow outward, my eyes bulged and rained tears non
stop, my body trembled something fierce, but continued to be held in
place by Donnie's hard as steel thighs.
I screamed and screamed, over and over again, but not a sound would be
heard through the disgusting cum flavored jock stuffing, being held
inside my mouth with the help of Robbie's open palm covering my lips.
Then more pain, as Donnie reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my
curly hair, bending my head and neck backwards till it could bend no
further, painfully holding it there, as I tried screaming even louder.
I felt his breath as he bent over my body, his cheek flush against mine,
then his lips near my ear. "I'm fucking you way harder than I have ever
fucked any chic... why? Because I can! I can fuck you as hard as I
want... relentlessly, for as long as I want. WHY??? Because you're a
fucking faggot, and your main purpose here on earth is to be used by us
ALPHA MALES! Females can only take so much abuse, and us alpha males have
a greater need to vent our aggression, our anger, not to mention our
strong overwhelming sexual needs on something other than a gentle
beautiful female... so some great Greek God looked down on us and said...
`Hey, we know what you need... you need an inferior male figure' ...
and with a wave of a magic wand, faggots appeared on earth... strictly
for alpha male use! Now... I'm about to take all my pent up aggression
out on you... as it is written. Yeah, baby... I'm gonna literally...
FUCK your lights out!"

The last sounds I heard were from Robbie. "Holy shit, this is fucking hot
as hell, I want in on this...I...."
Not sure for how long I was out, but I awoke with a heavy feeling laying
on top of me, pinning me down. I was no longer leaning over the bench, I
was laying on my belly on Robbie's wrestling mats.
Then I heard Robbie's voice just above my head, and realized it was him
now laying on top of me. My butt felt wicked numb, the pain was gone, but
there was something else, something adding a bit of pressure to my butt.
"Hey, dude, you were right, this feels so fucking hot... something has my
dick feeling way fucking good, not sure if it's the warmth of your cum,
or the warmth of his butt... maybe a little of both. Hey, I think our
little bitch is coming around. You awake, faggot? You ready for your best
bud to fuck you now?"
That's all I remember, when I awoke the second time, I felt someone
pulling Donnie's saturated jock from my mouth.
When I was finally able to lift my head, I looked around the room, Donnie
was seated in a chair directly in front of me, his feet rested directly
in front of my face.
I heard Robbie across the room, apparently talking to someone on the
phone. "Listen to me, slaveboy, I'm telling you to get your ass over
here prompto. Whaaaaat?... No faggot... it's you that don't
understand... I don't give a flying shit about fucking homework, and I
don't wanna hear any more fucking excuses. You know the deal, bitch....
I call... you run... I'm calling, and you have fifteen minutes to get
your ass here, you hear me, you fucking homo? If you're not here in
fifteen minutes, you know what happens... yeah, that's what I thought,
bitch! Now I'm gonna count to three and I wanna hear a huge loud kiss"
Robbie then placed the cell phone against the outline of his hard-on, and
sure enough the three of us heard a loud smacking of the lips. Robbie
then threw a pillow over the cell phone as he and Donnie went into
hysterics.
My first thought was `Oooooh wow! How fucking original'
Robbie placed the phone back to his ear. "Thanks dude, you just kissed my
cock, now get moving, you've got fifteen minutes, oooh ya, one more
thing... plan on spending the night... I'll be sure to feed you before
you head off to school in the morning, faggot."
I then felt Donnie's toes press up against my lips. "Kiss my feet HOMO,
then beg me to fuck you AGAIN!"