Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 16:09:47 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 19

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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
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Recapping last 3 paragraphs in chapter 18


I wondered if there might be any truth to what Donnie and his bro were
saying about Robbie craving for a mouthful of fresh cum, could he have
become as addicted to it as I have?

I was afraid that Rocco and Donnie might be right, but it left me still
confused.

I mean for all practical purposes, Robbie was totally straight before
Donnie beat him up, and made Robbie his cocksucking bitch.

I mean ya it's true that as for me, I now crave for it. It's like I need
that special taste in my mouth as often as I can get it, and the more I get
it, the more I need it.

Yet could Robbie, a not so long ago hot jock and the home coming King at
our school, become addicted to the taste of cum in such a short period of
time, OR was it just Donnies cum that he seems to enjoy so much?

Robbie often tells me, "you were BORN to suck cock, faggot"

But even after witnessing him being beat-up by his childhood friend and
then giving this friend blow-jobs on a regular basis, I still refuse to
believe that he was born to suck dick, besides... he fights it waaaaay too
much.

Donnie finally released me form his head scissor hold and ordered me on the
floor, my hands still coated with his cum, and my hair smelling like a cum
factory.

He straddled my chest, and ordered me to open. "You forgot to thank me for
washing your hair, bitch. Now open up, and if you spill one fuckin little
drop, I swear... I will use your gut as a punching bag for the rest of the
night, faggot"

As I laid on the floor, with Donnie's well muscled body sitting on top of
me, and his cock-head between my lips, I prepared myself for what was about
to happen.

Just as I tasted the first dribble, I heard Robbie gagging and choking
fiercely. He was kneeling with his head up against a wall, with Rocco
standing over him, fucking Robbie's scull with every muscle within his jock
body. Rocco, was laughing and reminding Robbie how the sound of choking
turned him on, and how Robbie would so not make it through the next day
without needing a mouthful of fresh cum. "Keep gaggin on my dick,
faggot... I love that sound... I love the feeling it gives my cock, and I
so love that look in your queer eyes as they plead with me not to be so
rough... well all I can say to comfort you is... Get used to it"


"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" Pt.19

Donnie must have been saving his piss all day, waiting patiently for just
the perfect opportunity. Knowing damn well it would be put to good use with
either Robbie or I.

Of course I was extremely careful not to let one tiny drip slip through my
tight lips.

Donnie would help, by stopping the flow when he felt that my mouth was
full, then begin again when he felt it was ok to do so. Trust me, it wasn't
the fear of drowning me, it was the fear of getting piss on Rocco's rug.

The flow seemed to go on forever, much longer than normal, and Donnie was
in his glory, grinning down at me with his evil grin, immensely enjoying
the complete power and control he had over me. "Oh ya... you're beginning
to like the taste of my piss now... huh? You craving this as much as your
boyfriend is craving the taste of my sweet cum? Huh? I've been waiting all
day for this moment, but I was kinda hoping it would be surging down into
Robbie's belly, but oh well... we have all night, and he'll get plenty
before he leaves here tomorrow. I gotta tell ya queer boy, I'm gonna be so
fuckin horned at school... watching the two of you walk around all day with
both your bellies full of my piss and cum. Man, reliving those moments in
my mind whenever I spot you two... is goona be soooo fuckin hot... I can't
even promise to keep it a secret. Oh shit man, I'm sooo gonna need another
blow-job... as soon as I'm finished with this"

With the sound of Robbie's head thumping against the wall, along with the
sound of his extreme gagging and choking, it's hard to believe that Rocco
could over hear his bros words to me.

He turned his head towards us, totally ignoring the poor dude who's scull
he was so wildly and mercilessly fucking. "Oh fuck man, you are so totally
right bro... that is one fucking hot scene, you straddling him like
that... and pissing down his throat... oooh fuck man... I'm ready to blast
my load, just watching you holding his head like that and practically
drowning the fucking fag... oooh shit... I'm cumming... aaah fuck... I'm
blasting another nice size load right into this faggots mouth bro, and I
swear... I could ride this queers face all fucking night tonight"

Rocco wasn't joking or even bragging, he literally did ride and fuck
Robbie's face all night. With he and Donnie only pausing briefly to guzzle
beer, the two continued going strong.

Of course Rocco couldn't wait to piss in Robbie's mouth, something he had
never done to anyone in his life, with as many blow-jobs as he's been
given, the thought had never crossed his mind, not till this day that is.

He quickly made up for lots of lost time though, pissing in Robbies mouth
several times throughout the night.

Like his bro, the feeling of having so much control over another dude, like
pissing in the dudes mouth, seemed to get his cock rock hard each time,
even within a couple of minutes after shooting a massive load.

It seems that unlike your normal dude, when after three or four fucks the
dude is done for a while, this family seemed to reload fast and was always
ready for a fuck-a-thon, I had no doubt that they could last throughout the
night.

It was in the wee hours of the morning when Donnie insisted they swap
fags. "K bro, I want my bitch back... you've nearly wiped him out, and I
still wanna use the fag a little bit before he leaves. Shit bro... look at
him... you pretty much fucked his scull right off his shoulders"

Donnie was right, I mean I was pretty much out of it myself, feeling weak,
and unable to even speak from a wicked dry throat, but Robbie? His face
looked like it had been fucked by both the entire wrestling and the
football teams at least a few times.

The only thing keeping Robbie from falling face down on the floor was the
tight grip of his hair being held by Rocco's fist.

Still on his knees, Robbie's eyes were only part way open, his face was
totally contorted, with a mixture of drool, spit, and fresh cum covering
his chin and lips.

Rocco, as if noticing this for the first time, apologized to his bro.

"Damn it bro, I'm sorry... I must have gotten carried away"

Just when I thought Rocco was apologizing for the abuse he handed to
Robbie, he continued.

"I really am sorry bro, I mean I didn't leave you much to play with, here
I'll wipe his face with my boxer briefs, and lift him onto the bed for
ya... k?"

Donnie seemed a little disappointed, but he wasn't gonna let Robbie's
condition keep him from having a good time.

"No not the bed, bring him to the overstuffed chair and lean him up against
it, with his head laying back on the cushion. He'll serve me just as good
as he usually does, or I'll get off by beating the fuck out of him"

I watched as Rocco dragged poor Robbie to the chair, then lifted him
slightly so that Robbie was sitting in front of the comfortable chair.

Robbie's head fell forward, so that he was facing both the floor and his
limp dick.

Donnie spoke up, "That's ok bro... leave him like that with his head
hanging forward"

Totally nude, Donnie stood in front of Robbie, now straddling Robbie's
entire body, taking advantage of Robbie's fallen head, he let his balls and
full erection rest on top of the Robbie's hair.

First I thought he was going to give Robbie a cum shampoo, like he had me.

However, after allowing his pre-cum to drip onto Robbie's hair for several
minutes Donnie backed up a bit.

Then began slapping the side of Robbie's head, gently at first, then more
aggressively and much harder.

Although my heart went out to my best bud, the scene was a total turn on
for Rocco as well as for me, just an incredible mind blower.

Donnie's nude body is wicked hot, as I have mentioned many times
before. But this night it appeared even more powerful and godly.

>From head to feet he was covered in a very light sheen of sweat. Just
enough to give his well developed body a glowing sensation, highlighting
every well formed muscle on his body perfectly.

His thick and protruding pecs looked awesome, his seventeen year old biceps
well mounded without him even pumping them.

His broad chest looked amazing as it narrowed down into a V shape, and was
only out done by his perfect bubble butt, and those incredible rock hard
thighs.

Standing there smirking down and roughly slapping Robbie`s head, Donnie
gave him an ultimatum.

"Listen up bitch, you either raise your queer face now and let me pleasure
myself with it... or I'm gonna use you for the rest of the night as a
fucking punching bag... and I don't mean just your gut either, when I'm
finished... no body, not even your boyfriend here will recognize you for a
long long time. You know I'll do it... you know how much I get off from
beating up people, especially you. Now I'm gonna count to three, and just
so you know... the first punch will be to your face... ONE... TWO..."

Donnie didn't make it to three, Robbie slowly lifted his head, as though he
was having a hard time doing so.

Rocco, began laughing at the sight of Robbie's face. "Shit bro... I guess I
did fuck his face into oblivion... look at him... hope he gets plenty of
sleep before school on Monday... huh? Fuck man, hard to believe that my
fuckin cock can be so rough to do a job like that.. huh?"

My bud looked as though he had already been beat up by Donnie.

His eyes were dark and withdrawn as though he hadn`t slept in weeks, the
lids looked wicked puffy. But it was his lips that looked the worse. They
were so incredibly thick, nearly twice the size that they were before, so
thick and puffy they didn't even look real.

His body looked much weaker than I had ever seen it.

He was barely able to lift his own arms, as he placed each hand on the
outside of Donnie's thighs. "I'm ready for you sir, please don't be too
rough with my mouth and throat sir...my throat is wicked sore"

I could tell by the sound of my buds voice that he was telling the truth,
it was cracking big time and the words were wicked hard to
understand. Rocco had surely fucked Robbie's throat to hell and back.

The huge evil grin on Rocco's face as my bud tried his best at talking, was
proof that both he and his bro immensely enjoyed their control and power.

Donnie's hard cock was right at mouth level, as he gave Robbie an ugly
smirk. "yeah, that's right bitch... beg me in front of my bro not to hurt
you... do it... beg me"

Robbie glanced at me for a split second, then submitted to his young
masters demands.

"Please Donnie... please don't hurt me... you know that I will now do
whatever you tell me"

Donnie did his double biceps pose, as he stood over Robbie, turned and
smiled at his bro. "Just like putty in my fuckin hands... that's what
pathetic Robbie Blackburn is now, bro... fuckin putty"

He looked down into Robbie's eyes.

"Open up bitch, I'm gonna give you plenty of medicine for that sore throat
of yours... trust me... it wont be dry for much longer... and don`t swallow
till I tell you to"

Donnie bent over, getting right into Robbie's face, his own mouth was
making weird movements. I knew immediately that he was building up a wad of
drool within his mouth to feed to Robbie.

Sure enough, he swashed his saliva within his mouth for a good minute or
so... till he had a mouthfull, then he spat several wads of spit into
Robbie's wide open mouth. "You can swallow now, but not all at once... a
little bit at a time, just wanna coat that rough throat of yours... cause
I'm gonna fuck it hard... till you fuckin pass out, cunt"

Robbie's face contorted again, obviously still not liking the taste of
Donnie's spit as much as Donnie's cum.

Donnie let out a cute giggle. "what's wrong queer-boy you still having
trouble with the taste of my precious spit? Don't worry... eventually
you'll grow to love it as much as you love the taste of my cum... and
that's the truth, faggot?"

Robbie made another contorted expression as the last of Donnie's spit slid
down into his belly.

Donnie loved humiliating Robbie in front of me, knowing that Robbie hated
whatever the task might be even that much more if it meant doing it... in
front of me. "damn it queer-boy I should have started spitting in your
mouth back in first grade when we were six years old... you'd be begging me
for it by now... ain't that right faggot? Shoulda been pissing in your
mouth back then too... huh?"

Robbie looked so pitiful looking up at his childhood bud while nodding his
head. "It's really not that bad sir... I guess I'm getting a little use to
the taste of your piss and spit... I mean it isn't as disgusting as it was
the first few times... I guess"

Donnie leaned down and ruffled Robbie's hair a little. "all in good time
cocksucker... all in good time. Soon... just like you beg me for my
cum... you'll also be begging me for my piss, and my spit too. By the
way... you love my fuckin hot body... dontcha? I mean you fuckin live to
worship this body of mine... huh?"

Robbie, again glanced over at me for a split second, totally hating the
fact that I was witnessing his total submission for the hundredth time.

"Ya I do... sir. You have a way better body than mine now... since you been
working out every day it's really showing... I can't deny it now sir
... and ya... I guess I do admire it... I mean I do really admire it now"



Donnie had this huge triumphant grin on his face, as he pushed the back of
Robbie`s head down into the cushion and inched himself foeward a little, so
that his balls and rigid cock hung slightly above Robbie`s face. Donnie`s
voice raised a few notches. "What I mean is... you LOVE my body... you
fuckin LOVE my wicked hot body... I mean you really... REALLY wanna fuckin
worship it with your fuckin queer tongue... dontcha, faggot?"

Robbie literally began to shake a little, even tried looking at me, but
from his position, it was impossible.

His lips quivered, and he was having a difficult time speaking.

"ya... I... mean... I... I... ya... I... do"

Rocco let out a loud woohoo. Donnie turned his head to him, and with his
triumphant grin he looked his bro square in the eye.

"You never had any doubts... right bro? I mean if you did... they are like
totally erased now... right?"

Rocco was super proud of his bro, and it showed big time. "Damn bro... it's
like I been telling ya all these years... while you stood back and took all
that shit from him... work out a little... pound the fucker into the
ground... and then beat the fucker at his own game... and look at ya
bro... you have finally put the cunt right where he belongs... totally
BENEATH you... ( emphasizing the word `beneath' ) and now that's where he
will stay forever... I am so fuckin proud of you... I could fuckin cry."

So I guess that's what this was all about, Donnie losing face with his
brothers, for taking so much shit from Robbie all these years.

Being poor sucks, but with Donnie it was more than just being poor, much
more.

He never had the pride or self confidence that Robbie had, always shying
away when it came to the test of strength between the two.

He always stood back and allowed Robbie to snatch his girls away from
him. Allowed Robbie to out perform him in all the sport programs, believing
that because Robbie had money, good looks, and a hard body, that he must
also have all the power as well.

Even during their arguments over all the past years, Robbie would slap
Donnie around, and tease him about the way he dressed, in all his old worn
clothes, the ones that Robbie would hand him down.

My mom always says that what goes around comes around.

Now it all made perfectly good sense, the way Rocco mercilessly fucked
Robbie's face, all the abuse Donnie was putting Robbie through these last
couple of months, it was all coming together now.

I wondered if now... maybe, just maybe... it was all over, Donnie turned
Robbie into his total bitch, fixed it so that Robbie lost a lot of weight
and became weaker because of it, not to mention the fact that the wrestling
coach as well as the football coach both dropped Robbie from the teams
because of his weight loss not to mention that he was much weaker strength
wise than before. He just could not perform, or even show the same
confidence, or even the pride in himself as he had always done in the past.

There would no longer be a scholarship of any kind being offered to him at
our high school. However... at least one of the scholarships would now be
offered to Donnie, there was no doubt about that in anyone's mind.

As I stood there watching Donnie take in all the kind words coming from his
bro, I had a wicked hard time feeling pity for my long time friend, as he
laid there staring up at the dude that could so easily kick his fucking ass
all over town. I'm sure that Robbie was thinking the same as me, is it all
over now? Is the humiliation and all the abuse that went with it... all
over now?

Donnie turned his attention back to Robbie, and as if he was reading our
minds. He made a few things very clear. "hope you don't think it's
over... no... not even close to being over, bitch. I love what I've turned
you into... and I'm gonna enjoy using that pretty face of yours and
especially that wicked warm tongue for as long as I want, fagot... now back
to the part where you now love to worship my body"

Donnie turned completely around and slowly lowered himself down onto
Robbie's face.

He wiggled that cute tight well muscled butt of his all over Donnie's lips
and nose, pretending that he was trying to find a comfortable position.

"Oooh yeah... you can start worshipping my body right now you fuckin queer
fag... get that fuckin queer tongue ready, bitch... I wanna feel it
worshipping my tight butt... big time... yeeaah, you do a good job, and
then I'll take care of that sore throat of your`s... you fuckin queer"

I'm not really sure why, but Rocco was leaving me alone. He... like me was
totally into the wicked hot show that Donnie was putting on, just for us.

We watched and we listened as Donnie began grinding his hot butt into
Robbie's face, lifting himself up at times, just to slam back down onto
Robbie's face with all his weight, totally smothering Robbie for minutes at
a time. "I'm warning you, bitch, if you wanna live and not be smothered to
death by my ass... let me feel that tongue... yeah... make love to my ass
you fuckin queer bitch"

Robbie was apparently having a hard time getting into this scene, I guessed
that from his moans and from the way his legs were flying about, that he
had finally reached his limit, reaching a point where he refused to cross.

However, Donnie remained persistent.

Lifting his wicked tight bubble butt up off Robbie's face, just to slam it
back down and grind it mercilessly onto my buds nose and lips.

This went on and on for what seemed like forever.

I began to wonder, was Donnie just doing his best to humiliate Robbie, or
did he truly want to feel my buds tongue in a place where Robbie would
never in a million years dream of placing it?

It was maybe twenty minutes later when we began hearing gentle whispering
moans escape from Donnie.

A huge smirk appeared on his face, another double biceps pose, as he
glanced at his bro and nodded his head slightly.

He sat comfortably with his awesome looking tight butt planted solidly on
my buds face.

It soon became crystal clear that Donnie not only loved the feeling of
Robbie's warm tongue, but even more than that... he totally loved the
position he had on his former friend.

Rocco was totally into watching his bro take complete and total control of
Robbie. "Yeah you go bro... that's exactly what I meant when I said place
him forever beneath you... that is soooo where he belongs... worshipping
your cute little ass"

By the time we left Donnie's house the next morning, Robbie couldn't even
begin to tell you his name, where he lived, or how old he was. He was
nothing more than a cheap rag doll, a complete total mess.

Donnie had literally battered Robbie's mouth and throat, fucking Robbie's
face four times mercilessly, once even putting Robbie out completely while
fucking his mouth.

He pissed in my buds mouth twice and then when we felt that Donnie had to
be completely dry by now, he turned Robbie over onto his belly and
literally fucked Robbie senseless.

The topper was when Rocco asked Donnie if he too could fuck Robbie, of
course Donnie agreed, but insisted that he sit on Robbie's face all the
while Rocco fucked Robbie.

Rocco lifted Robbie's limp legs and raised them high so Donnie could hold
them while mashing his butt into Robbie's face, grinding his entire weight
down onto poor Robbie, Donnie sat comfortably while watching his equally
strong bro fuck Robbie totally unconscious.

Rocco was kind enough to drive us to my house, so that Robbie's rents
wouldn't see his condition. My mom had already left for work, but I left
her a note anyway.

`hey mom, thanks for letting me stay at Robbie's friends house, thing
is... we stayed up all night working on this project, so we probably will
sleep all day, don't bother making us dinner, we will just grab a snack
later tonight. Thanks Mom, luv ya, me'

It was the best I could come up with, Robbie looked worse than death warmed
over, and no way could he be seen by our rents.

It wasn't even till very late the next day, Sunday, that he came back to
life.

His eyes were looking a little better but his lips looked absolutely
horrible, his body was limp and weak, and he could hardly speak, his throat
way beyond just simply sore, and his lips still very puffy.

My mom went shopping with a friend, which I knew would be an all day
thing. So I tendered to Robbie like any good nurse would take care of the
sick.

By mid afternoon, he was doing a little bit better, still having a wicked
hard time talking so that you could understand what he was trying to say,
but we managed.

By evening after I had been teasing him all day about his voice, he
attempted to get even with me by provoking me to wrestle with him.

Both of us still in our boxer briefs, never attempting to dress that entire
day.

Robbie grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me onto my bed.

He had me pinned the old familiar way by straddling my chest, my arms
beneath his shins.

I think I shocked myself more so than him, by literally throwing him off me
with such ease.

I was so amazed with my own strength and how quickly I had him pinned,
surprising the hell out of both of us.

He claimed that he was still a little sore, and therefore it wasn't an even
match. But I was left puzzled, because just ten minutes before that, he was
walking around the bedroom just fine, even saying his strength was back to
normal.

We both decided that we would skip school the next day, allowing him a
little more time for his lips to return to normal, before facing his rents
or the students at school.

He called his mom and told her he was fine, and that he and I were working
on a school project that still wasn't ready, convincing her that one more
day working on it was all that was needed.

She of course fell for it.

Meanwhile as I have mentioned before, my mom and I had this agreement that
since my grades were excellent, I could take a day or two off during the
year.

So Robbie and I laid in bed that night, watching the tube and playing video
games.

Again he attempted to pin me down and again it was me that pinned him.

I mean I was hardly even giving it much effort, thinking it was the old
Robbie, and of course he would eventually pin me.

Yet something was wrong, I not only pinned him with ease, but as hard as he
tried he couldn't even throw me off him.

I sat high on his chest, and I felt myself getting hard while staring into
his pitiful eyes. Soon before I even realized it, my tight briefs were
tented big time, pointing outward right above Robbie's face.

He was of course pissed big time. "What the fuck you doing, asshole. Get
the fuck off me, before I beat the fuck out of you"

The first few seconds I nearly panicked and obeyed him. But then something
in my mind said fuck him, let's see if he can knock me off him.

I moved forward a little closer into his face, and gave him a smirk. "You
know what man? I want to see you throw me off ya... come on fag... let's
see what you have left... if anything"

My thighs squeezed the sides of his face, to give him reason to get even
more pissed, so that he would give it all he had.

Well as it turned out, all he had wasn't enough.

Oh he tried, you can trust me on that. He tried over and over again, but I
was able not to only hold my ground, but to humiliate him a little.

He finally gave up, but was even more pissed off at me now. "Ok
faggot... obviously I'm still a little weak from the other night... so I
give for now... but dude, hear me out... you just earned yourself a wicked
fucking beating, you think things have changed between you and me? Well
listen to this, doorknob lips... NOTHING has changed between you and
me. Once I'm back to normal... which will probably be tomorrow or the next
day... you and I are going to pick up where we left off a couple of months
ago... only thing is... I won't be showing you any fucking mercy... I'll
have you blowing me in the fucking locker room... in front of
everyone... and I'll have you blowing everybody else as well. Now I'm
totally serious... get the fuck off me"

I thought to myself `Doorknob lips' ??? Maybe I should drag him over to the
mirror so he can see what REAL doorknob lips like.

I moved forward placing my hands above his head, and stretching out my legs
behind me, as though I was about to do a few push-ups. I lowered my basket
straight down onto his face and spoke very calmly. "so you say you
give... hmmmm just what is it you gonna give me, you fucking pussy? You
gonna give me back all the shit you've taken from me over the years...huh?
You gonna give me whatever the fuck I want, huh?"

I began to hump his face slowly and gently, making him sniff the pouch of
my day old boxer briefs.

I felt myself get wicked hard, my eyes closing slightly, my heart even
began to pump a little faster as I felt his lips quivering against my
cotton covered balls.

My body began to shake a little beyond my control as I buried his face
beneath my full basket.

I wasn`t sure how far I dared to go, but I just couldn`t stop, the feeling
of my dick growing as it rubbed against Robbie`s face was so overwhelming,
I had to continue whatever the outcome.

I couldn't even end the humiliation I was subjecting him to, cause even
that was turning me on. "So Blackburn... looks like the tables have turned
a little... maybe there is something else you would prefer to give me?
Something personal... something that would make me feel warm and fuzzy all
over. Come on FAGGOT... BLOW ME... you fucking wimpy queer... SUCK MY
cock... show me the fucking pro you've become at doing just
that. Com-on... it's been a couple of days since you have had the taste of
fresh cum... you must be going through withdrawals big time...eh?
YEAH... use your fucking queer tongue and lick my basket all
over... fucking FAGGOT"

It didn't happen immediately, it took like five minutes before I felt my
tight basket getting wet.

Meanwhile Robbie grew wicked quiet, not letting out a peep.

Not that I minded, the more quiet he was, the more confident I became.

"you like sniffing the fucking crotch of my underwear, bitch? HUH? ... do
ya? K fag... now lower my waist band with your fucking teeth, I want it
down beneath my balls, then I want you to kiss my balls... the exact same
way you kiss the head of Donnie`s big strong cock"

I felt Robbie's once strong hands grip the outside of my thighs, trying in
vain to push them up from the side of his cheeks.

I could have shot my load right then and there, feeling him trying so damn
hard to push me off him.

Little did he know, that by showing just how much weaker than me he had
become, he was actually building my confidence along with my desire to
punish him in ways that I never dreamed I could.

Suddenly, I got this wicked urge to fucking own him

I allowed him to continue trying to throw me off him, without me even
moving a muscle.

I wanted him to SUBMIT to me completely, without me forcing him to.

I wanted him to understand clearly, and know without a doubt, that just
like Donnie, Rocco, and Bryan, that NOW... I too was his boss.

He tried forcing me off him for nearly an hour, before I felt his hands
slide off my thighs, and his body beneath me go totally limp.

I immediately pressed the outline of my balls and shaft harder against his
face, and slowly humped, grinding my groin harder into my buds
face. Letting him know, what I now knew, that he was now mine to play with
as I like.

"Ooooh yeeaah... you are most definitely now a BITCH, Donnie did well. I
have to promise you one thing... you will never go hungry for cum
again... and it's highly doubtful that your crosskicking lips and sore
throat will ever go back to being normal. Now... I told you to lift the
waistband of my boxer briefs with your teeth and lower them, tucking them
nice comfy like under my ball sac... then kiss my balls the way you kiss
Donnie's cock head... so do it... NOW"

I lifted myself up off his face slightly, to allow him more room to work.

It took him a few minutes to complete his task, and when he was done I
lowered my crotch back down onto his face. "Before you kiss my balls... I
want you to sniff my pubes, bitch... oooh yeah... nice little bitch... get
your nose buried into my pubes and sniff em for a while... oh fuck
ya... take deep breaths just like that... breath my pubes right up into
your fucking nose... just like the awesome little bitch that you`ve become"

I couldn't figure why Robbie was completely obeying me, and not saying a
word about any of this. But I figured hey... it's been a long time since
anyone has touched my cock with their tongue, so I decided to just go for
it and enjoy this for as long as I can.

Within a moment or so... It was only seconds before I felt my pubes being
sucked up into Robbie's nose, and then blown back out as he exhaled.

He's doing it, I thought, he's actually sniffing my pubes as I ordered him
to. "you like the smell of my pubes, bitch? Yeah... I think you do like
it... now kiss my balls, cocksucker... ooooh yeeaah... now lick em
good... niiiice... now suck em... faggot... suck my balls into your warm
mouth one at a time... and give em lots of tongue"

I wanted to sit up on his chest and make him blow me, but I didn't think I
could handle looking into his eyes just yet, so I decided to fuck his mouth
the way Donnie liked doing it. "k, faggot enough with my balls... take my
cock into your mouth and blow me... and unless you want your face looking
worse than it does already... you better do a damn good job sucking my
dick"

Every word that came out of mouth surprised me even more, hearing such
words leave my lips and directed towards Robbie of all people, not only
increased my confidence, but also inflated my ego to an all time high.

I expected Robbie to put up some sort of struggle, but within seconds after
giving him a direct order, I felt his lips part and his tongue glaze over
the head of my cock.

I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my piss-slit, I threw my head back,
closed my eyes, grabbed the back of his head and gave my hips a thrust.

With my eyes still closed, my body slightly trembling, I began doing
push-ups in and out of Robbie's warm mouth.

I felt as though I was in heaven, that nothing for the rest of my life
would or even could... feel as awesome as this.

Within moments, some thing took over my body and mind, maybe it was all the
humiliation Robbie had put me through since we were ten, maybe it was all
the beatings he so enjoyed giving me, whatever it was... it was evil.

I began thrusting harder and harder into Robbie's mouth and soon entered
his throat with a mighty force. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted his throat
to be way more sore than it currently was.

There was absolutely no way I could bring myself to stop, I had my entire
six and a half inches buried to the hilt down Robbie Blackburns throat, and
he was trying with all his might to throw me off him.

I was so into fucking his face as hard and mercilessly as I could, I didn't
even hear his gagging and choking at first.

When I clearly heard it and then felt the spasm of his throat muscles on
all sides of my shaft, I suddenly realized what all the fuss was about with
mercilessly fucking a dudes throat.

No way could I pull out of his mouth now, feeling his nose once again
pressing tightly against my pubes, knowing that it was my cock causing his
total discomfort now, that it was my cock stuffing his throat to the max,
knowing that within a moment or two, it would be my cum spewing down into
his belly, only drove me wilder.

When I felt the climax coming on, I did everything in my power to prolong
it, I so wanted the awesome feeling to last forever.

I thought about pulling out for a few seconds, but I couldn't even do that,
instead I tightened my thighs on each side of his face, lifted his head up
an inch or two, then with all the muscles within my body I slammed his head
back down onto my mattress thrusting my dick as hard as I could and as deep
as I could into his scull.

My orgasm was a thousand times better than my best orgasm to date.

I continued blasting his throat with my thick sperm over and over, I lost
count of the volleys of cum I unloaded into Robbie's throat, but more than
anything, I wanted him to taste it, so I pulled out till just the head of
my cock remained in his mouth, and fortunately I still had a couple of
spurts left.

I forced myself up off him till I was straddling his upper chest. I was
surprised to see all the tears streaming from Robbie's eyes, not sure if he
was actually crying or if the tears were from the fierce fucking his face
had taking.

I gave him the most perfect smirk I could muster. "clean my dick, bitch,
then start SUCKING it again... we are far from calling it a night, I have a
lot more where that nice load came from... and you're not done till you
have sucked it all out of me... even if it takes all night.

I know that now, I'm beginning to sound as much of a monster as Donnie,
Rocco, and Robbie, but the way I figure, I may as well get my share of
pleasure now, cause who knows what Bryan has in store for him.

I mean it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know that Bryan Turcot wants his
share of Robbie.

I also know that Wednesdays are for soccer practice, the same day Robbie
use to throw the ball in the gym, and though he hasn't done that in a
while, I have a feeling I can talk him into starting it up again, even if I
need to use a little muscle to persuade him.

I'm so totally sure he has no idea what day the soccer team has it's
practice, and I have grown to enjoy watching other dudes play rough with
him.

Wondering how far Bryan will take it inside a public school, with his coach
just down the hall?

A huge thank you to all who have encouraged me to go on with this story.

I do have to inform you though, that the next chapter will be the final
chapter.

I have immensely enjoyed reading the very many emails you all have written
me, and I am WICKED sorry for those that I have not been able to keep up
with.

I have really enjoyed working with the characters of this story, and like
my other stories, I have continued it much further than I had originally
intended.

Thank you all, so much