Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 07:16:07 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm An Adonis, Part Four

She still hadn't come out of the bathroom and it'd been almost half an
hour.  He had to grin as he imagined one of the stewardesses knocking on
the door and making her come out before she got herself together.  But it'd
been a decent fuck even though he had to hold his hand over her mouth the
whole time to stop her squealing.  Well, most of the time except at the
beginning when he had his prick in there.

This wasn't the first time he'd fucked somebody in an airplane bathroom;
it'd been an army corporal the first time.  But getting into her pussy had
been almost as much fun as screwing the corporal's tight ass.  Since
neither one of them was over 5'7" and he was 6'5" their feet had never even
touched the floor while he'd had them riding his cock.  This girl was a
pretty brunette on her way home from college same as him, and had gone
goo-goo eyes over him from the moment they got on the plane, so it'd been
easy to get his prick into her.  There was barely room in that tiny
bathroom for his 350 pound bulk to even turn around and Jock was never
known for his patience anyway, so there was no way to undress her nicely
and he'd made a mess of her clothes.  He had to chuckle as he wondered how
she was going to manage her torn blouse and jeans since she couldn't stay
in there forever, and had to come out before they landed.

Jock had just come from the Orchard University campus where he spent two
weeks at football camp, and then another two weeks in the weight room.  And
he was nothing less than phenomenal.  Although he was not quite twenty yet,
Jock had been packing on muscle for years, and now after two solid weeks of
very strenuous workouts in the weight room, he was at the sheer pinnacle of
muscular perfection.  Absolutely massive chest, shoulders, arms, tree trunk
thighs; an astonishing heroic physical specimen.  He may not have been the
greatest football player in the college circuit, but he was a good center
and because of his enormous size and strength he could walk right through
most any defensive player.

But Jock wasn't at all like so many football linesmen who were huge but
were padded with fat as well.  Jock was ninety-nine percent pure solid
muscle, all of it in perfect proportion to his gigantic physique.  And
although he may not have been the prettiest guy around with his heavy eye
lashes, his closely buzzed head and his crooked nose that had been broken
three times, he had the body of a Hercules.  A particularly enormous
Hercules.  A 346 pound hunk of massive muscle type of Hercules.  Not the
kind of guy you'd want to meet in a dark alley but there was no requirement
to have a pretty face to be a great football player.  He still had three
years of eligibility left at Orchard so he hoped he could improve enough to
reach NFL quality.

Then the brunette came out of the bathroom.  She had somehow found a pin to
try to fix her torn blouse-where do girls keep pins anyway?-and she had her
hands down over her crotch trying to be subtle about holding her jeans
together where he'd torn the zipper.  She obviously hadn't had a comb with
her because her hair was a total mess from when he'd been fucking her face
and it gave away any pretense that she hadn't just got fucked in there.
Jock had to look away so she wouldn't see the big grin on his face.  His
libido was temporarily satisfied and this was a great start to what he
hoped would be a really fun filled salacious trip back home.

Jock thought he was probably the horniest guy on the block because he was
always looking for someplace to stick his prick.  He was a total fanatic
about sex and thought about it constantly, probably every ten seconds, and
it was not unusual for him to shoot his load five or six times a day.
Hell, even walking down a busy street, he always had his eye out for the
perfect specimens, male or female, in which he could plant his dick.  And
he'd had more quickie blow jobs in downtown alleys than he could count.

Jock discovered when he was only thirteen that people loved to get
dominated and fucked by a muscle stud.  But then again, he'd had a good
teacher because he was barely out of puberty when his so-called step-mother
had started fucking him, and she definitely liked it rough.  And since
she'd got him started he found out that most people expected a guy with
muscles like him to be demanding and totally controlling, so the rougher he
was on them the better they seemed to like it.  And now that he was older
and a total muscle god he had an endless stream of guys and girls almost
begging to get worked over while he fucked them.

He wasn't sure if he was straight, gay, or bi-sexual but it really didn't
matter because what he was into was domination fucking.  There was just
nothing like taking total control of another human being and using them for
his own gratification by fucking the shit out of them.  He learned early on
that his prick was much bigger than most and it was painful for his
partners no matter how careful he was.  But since they seemed to like it
and always begged for more he simply gave up being careful.  In fact he
learned to love hearing them moan and groan so much that he became a bit
sadistic, deliberately abusing them so he could hear them cry and beg, see
the pain in their faces and watch them struggle while he screwed them with
his big truncheon.  There was absolutely nothing like domination fucking.

Even though he was probably bi-sexual, he thought he would give the edge to
having sex with guys, because the girls obviously knew they were going to
get fucked, and they just seemed to expect him to knock them around a bit.
Whereas with the guys some of the them tried to pretend they were butch and
act like they didn't expect to get kicked around so he had to use his
strength to get them in the right frame of mind before fucking them, and
that was more of a challenge and a hell of a lot more fun than doin the
girls, especially if they were muscular studs in their own right.  There
were few things more satisfying than watching a hunky guy with muscle
having a shocked look on his face and whimpering while he forcibly crammed
his dick into him.  Terrorizing and fucking muscle boys was Jock's favorite
playtime sport.

Because he was the hunkiest muscle stud around campus he had an endless
supply of cock hounds coming in and out of his dorm room at school, and was
used to getting it morning, noon and night.  But now that he was heading
home it was going to be only his kid-brother Chris.  But that wasn't too
bad because the last time Jock had seen him he had bulked out and was
beginning to look like a real hunk.  Jock had been fucking him for a couple
years now and knew he was going to get his rocks off regularly for the next
couple weeks.  The kid had learned to be an amazing cocksucker, and could
take more abuse than just about any other fuck boy Jock had ever had.

Jock wanted to get away from the U for a couple weeks before school started
in earnest, and since his mother was at a convention in Madrid, he decided
to visit his father and little brother.  Even though they'd moved since his
mother walked out on them, they still lived in the same small town and Jock
still had friends and acquaintances there.  He had fond memories of fucking
some of those friends and acquaintances so he definitely planned to get
together with some of them while he was here.

Jock hadn't seen the house before, but as he walked up the front walk, he
was impressed.  Since his mom wasn't supporting them any more he'd expected
a dump, but it didn't look bad.  He didn't bother knocking but just opened
the door which was unlocked, and walked in dropping his duffle bag by the
door.

"Anybody home?" he called.  There was silence as he walked through the
living room to the hall and then the kitchen.  "Hello" he yelled.  It was
the middle of the day so he assumed the old man was working, but he thought
the kid might be here.  Jock checked out all the rooms and then headed
upstairs.  He found the bedroom that must have belonged to Chris and was
interested to note that the wall was covered with bodybuilder posters.

"Well, well, well" he said aloud with a smirk on his face.  "So Chris is
into bodybuilders."  He couldn't help but laugh aloud.  Obviously he'd
trained Chris to not only love getting it from a big dick, but also getting
it from a big man.  Chris was going to be thrilled to see that he was now
346 pounds of muscle and much bigger than the last time he was here, and he
was definitely bigger than the guys in the posters on the wall.  Even
though, as an offensive linesman at the U he was bigger than the
bodybuilders, he also had incredible definition, just like them.  Jock was
truly a spectacular physical specimen.  He was looking forward to seeing
Chris again and hoped he had bulked out some more because there really was
something special about fucking your own little brother particularly when
he's a hunk.

Jock took a quick shower and pulled on his blue gym trunks.  He was going
to have to figure out where to work out for the next two weeks while he was
here.  He knew his old football coach would let him workout in the high
school weight room but he didn't know if it was open this summer.  He
assumed Chris was still working out so he'd probably workout with him.  It
was always better to have a partner to help shift the weights, and since he
intended to turn Chris into his flunkey while he was here anyway, he might
as well use him for the workouts as well.

Still no signs of anybody, so Chris wandered out onto the back porch.  The
first thing that caught his attention was the two kids next door lying on
beach towels getting sun tans.  Even lying down on his back he could see
that the dark one had a fine looking chest and big shoulders.  That kid was
really built.  The other one, the one with the tawny suntan looked to be in
good shape as well.  He could see that they were both attractive although
the dark one looked to be spectacular.  Both were obviously very young;
younger than he was used too, but -instant erection- they were hot.  All of
the schmucks he'd used for sex over the past year had been college
students, but Jock had no particular objections to going for something
younger; hell, he was still a teenager himself, for a couple more months
anyway.  If they were into puberty and were hot looking they were ready for
his cock, and those two looked ready.  Really ready, and the growing bulge
in his crotch was telling him so.

Then suddenly he came to the realization that the smaller kid was his
little brother.  The blond one with the light complexion, definitely not
little any more, was his brother.  And yes, he had bulked up some and was
looking good, and his friend looked absolutely fabulous and was a total
turn-on.  Jock hadn't put on a jockstrap after his shower, and his giant
bludgeon was sticking straight out now trying to tear its' way out of the
gym shorts.  Fuck yeah, those kids were hot.  He decided right then and
there that one way or another, he was going to have two hot young boys
working his cock over the next two weeks.  However, now was not the time
and even though his hormones were raging, he took some deep breaths and
started to slowly calm down.  His cock began to wilt as he went back into
Chris' bedroom lay down on the bed and immediately went to sleep.

A little later he heard something which woke him and as he opened his eyes
he realized it was a moan coming from Chris who was now standing in the
doorway.  And what a vision he was.  He had blossomed into an incredibly
spectacular young man; totally built and way more muscular than you'd
expect from a kid his age.  In fact he was built just like Armand, the
running back on the football team, who was one of the hottest guys on
campus and Jock's favorite fuck.  Big round muscled caps on his shoulders
topped what must have been sixteen inch arms, and his bulging pecs and
rippling abs looked like they were made of steel.  Jock expected his
football buddies whom he fucked to be all muscle, football players always
were, but who would have thought that his baby brother would turn into such
a jewel.  Not only was Chris muscular but he had a movie star face, a tan
that wouldn't quit, and the tight little red speedo he was wearing
emphasized one of the hottest asses Jock had ever seen.

"Oooooh fuck" Chris moaned again, barely a whisper and Jock started to get
a huge grin on his face.  As he got out of the bed and stood up he felt his
prick begin to take notice of the gorgeous creature standing before him.

Jock had been fucking Chris for a couple years now, every time he came
home, so the kid was perfectly trained to be a genuine slave.  Totally
obedient, one hundred percent submissive and docile.  He looked like he had
now put on fifteen or twenty pounds of muscle since then, so Jock wondered
if he was still going to be subservient or was he going to have to be
retrained.  He looked so hunky now that in a way Jock hoped he would put up
a fight because taking him down would be very exciting.

Without a word Jock pointed a finger at the floor in front of him, just as
he had done many times before.  With a big grin on his face he waited to
see if Chris was going to be a frisky colt and bolt, or was he going to be
a good slave and kneel.  As he waited his prick rose up like a cobra
pushing the shorts until it was stretched straight out to its' full nine
and a half inches.

Jock could see beads of sweat break out on Chris' forehead and could see
him visibly shaking.  Jock actually chuckled aloud as Chris finally stepped
forward, got on his knees and bowed his head.  Still chuckling, Jock
grabbed a handful of Chris' hair and jerked his head back and just looked
at him for a moment.  "Pretty boy" he whispered.  "My pretty fuck boy."
Then he gathered a wad of saliva and let it drop in Chris' face hitting him
on the forehead.

"Thank you sir" Chris responded softly.

"Louder" Jock ordered.

"Thank you sir" Chris repeated a little louder.

"Pull my shorts down pretty boy" Jock ordered as he let go of Chris' hair.
Chris reached and got a grip on the legs of the shorts and slowly pulled
them down allowing the hard rod to slap up against Jock's muscled belly.
Dragging the shorts down over Jock's massive tree-trunk thighs he pulled
them to the floor and then off.

"Kiss my feet" Jock ordered.

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir" Chris responded and putting his hands behind his
back, began to plant wet kisses on Jock's feet.

After a couple minutes Jock said: "Lick `em and suck `em."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir" Chris responded.  Jock was standing up so Chris
couldn't reach the soles of his feet, but he sucked and licked every inch
that he could reach from the arch to the ankle bone, around the heel, up
and down the instep and even wedging his tongue between the toes.  Moving
from one foot to the other Chris knew from experience what Jock wanted and
he knew punishment would follow if he wasn't sufficiently servile and
didn't cover every single inch.

"You hot for my muscles boy?" Jock asked.

"Yes sir.  I am sir."

"Okay.  Work your way up."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Chris moved his tongue to Jock's ankles and
began to lick; slowly working his way up and around the bulging calves to
the knees, moving back and forth from one leg to the other being careful to
cover every inch with his mouth and tongue.  When he finally reached the
gargantuan thirty-one inch thighs he laved his tongue up and down the hard
bulging muscles.  As he got closer to Jock's crotch he could see that Jock
was playing with his dick with one hand, just enough to keep it hard.  Then
suddenly he felt Jock grab a handful of his hair with one enormous fist and
start pulling on it; hard.  Very hard.

"Squeal for me bitch.  Go on, squeal." He growled as he twisted Chris' hair
viciously.

"Oow, ow, ow, sir.  Please sir" Chris whimpered softly.  "Please sir."

"I said squeal" Jock shouted.

"Yeeeeooooh" Chris yelled as Jock jerked even harder and it felt like he
was going to rip his scalp right off.  "Please Jock.  Please" he screamed.
Letting go of his hair, Jock gave him a hard open handed slap across the
face knocking him to the floor.

"You'll call me sir and you'll thank me" Jock yelled sounding really angry.
However, he had a grin on his face; no doubt he was enjoying very much
torturing his brother.  Nothing made him harder than working a hot stud
over before fucking him, and doing it to his brother made it even better.
He was loving this.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, thank you sir" Chris blurted out all in one quick
breath as he got back up on his knees.  Tears were flowing and he was
sniffling but he knew he didn't dare cry because that would make it even
worse.  "Please sir, I'm sorry sir" he repeated as he leaned forward and
started kissing Jock's massive thighs again.  "Thank you sir, thank you
sir" he said between kisses.

Grabbing a handful of Chris' hair again, Jock sat down and then lay down on
the bed dragging Chris' up on the bed on top of him.  Putting his head on
the pillows he put his hands behind his head and relaxed.

"Get in there and work that pit boy" he ordered.  Chris dove into Jock's
right armpit and started licking.  "I just took a shower boy so you don't
get the good stuff, so this is just for practice.  Now suck and make it
feel good."  Developing lots of saliva Chris sucked and licked Jock's
armpit as he'd done many times before.

Actually Chris liked doing a lot of the things that Jock made him do.  Big
muscles were a terrific turn-on for him; after all he'd been worshiping
Brett's body for weeks now and loving it, and since Jock had bigger muscles
than anybody he'd ever seen, it really turned him on.  He also liked being
dominated and forced to keep his hands behind his back and he enjoyed
saying `yes sir' all the time.  However, he hated Jock because of his
violence.  Jock simply couldn't fuck him without deliberately hurting him.
And even though he did everything Jock wanted and was totally obedient and
subservient, Jock would always make him suffer anyway.

Right now he crammed his nose into Jock's armpit while he sucked and licked
and tried his damndest to keep him happy so he wouldn't beat on him
anymore.

"My bicep" Jock said.


"Yes sir.  Thank you sir" Chris mumbled.  Immediately he shifted to Jock's
bicep, slobbering all over it and then rubbing his nose back and forth
against it just the way Jock liked it.  Jock just let him go at it for a
few minutes then spoke again: "now my pecs."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Chris quickly shifted to Jock's right pectoral
muscle and kissed every inch of it first, followed by immediately sucking
and licking it up and down, back and forth and around and around.  Only
then did to go to the nipple and started biting it gently, but not too
gently, hoping he was doing it exactly right so Jock would be satisfied.
Then he started over again with the kisses and did the whole routine again.

This went on for several minutes until Jock spoke again: "cleavage".

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Since Jock was so massively muscled with huge
pectoral muscles, even lying down on his back, he still had a deep valley
between those mounds of muscle.  Chris dove in and started slurping up and
down that deep cleft and, just like all of his worshiping, he rubbed his
face in it getting himself covered with his own saliva.  Again, doing it
exactly the way Jock had taught him.

"Other side" Jock ordered.

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Chris got busy on he left pectoral, covering it
with kisses first, then sucking and licking, and finally gnawing and
sucking on the large nub.

Although always terrified when he was with Jock, expecting at any moment to
get slugged or strangled or otherwise battered, he did get a certain amount
of satisfaction knowing he was doing such a good job that Jock didn't feel
the need to punish him.  For just about the only time Chris could remember,
Jock seemed to be completely satisfied with his struggle to please.  And
knowing the alternative, Chris would do absolutely anything to keep him
satisfied.

"Other arm" Jock murmured.  Chris immediately pushed his face into Jock's
left armpit and started slurping up a storm.  Jock still seemed completely
relaxed with his hands behind his head just letting Chris follow
instructions.  Loading up Jock's armpit with spit, Chris rubbed his face up
and down through it over and over.  He knew that Jock appreciated anything
he could do to degrade and demean himself, and the more slavish he was, the
better.  Chris thought loading up his face and hair with his saliva was
pretty damn demeaning.

Finally Jock moved, bringing one hand around, grabbing Chris' hair and
jerking his head up.  He just held him there, about a foot above Jock's
face, just looking at him for at least a full minute.  Chris was a total
mess: his hair matted down, his face red and coated with sweat and spit,
and he was panting like he'd just run a marathon.  Jock loved it.

"You my bitch baby?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes sir, I'm your bitch" Chris answered through his panting.  "Yes sir.
Yes sir."  Jock got a wad of saliva together and spit up into Chris' face,
splattering it all over.

"Thank you sir" Chris answered immediately.  "Thank you sir."

"Yeah you love it;" Jock chuckled "you love your big brother being back in
town.  You've missed me haven' t you boy?"

"Yes sir Jock.  Yes sir.  I've missed you.  I've missed you."  Jock
developed another wad of saliva and spit into Chris' face again.

"Thank you sir."

"For what?"

"Thank you sir for spitting on me sir" Chris answered breathlessly
beginning to expect some kind of punishment.  "Thank you sir" he repeated.

"Get on my abs" Jock ordered as he let go of Chris' hair.  Sliding down
Jock's thighs slightly Chris started licking the hard ridges of Jock's
abdominals.  Moving back and forth over the hills and valleys of the
muscled washboard Chris kissed and licked every inch over and over waiting
for further directions.  Jock didn't say a word for quite a while so Chris
started developing more saliva and rubbing his face in it again, trying to
degrade himself for Jock's pleasure.

Then, finally, Jock reached down grabbing Chris by the chin and pushing his
thumb into his mouth and forced his head down.  Grabbing his very hard
prick with his other hand he took aim and pushed it into Chris' mouth.
Chris' eyes shot open in surprise because he knew how hard it was to take
the monster all by itself, without a thumb being in there as well.  But
Jock removed his thumb almost immediately, put his other hand behind Chris'
head, and in one fell swoop, pushed down, forcing the immense pole deep
into his throat.  Chris had taken it many times before but it had been
months, and besides the mammoth tool nearly strangled him every time
anyway.

Jock didn't believe in ever making anything easy so as he held Chris down
on his cock, he raised his hand and slammed him on the back of the head
forcing his bludgeon even deeper and cramming Chris' face into his crotch.
Because of Jock's enormous strength Chris knew from experience he couldn't
get away, so even though he felt like he was being strangled, he forced
himself to keep his hands behind his back and simply endure the pain and
lack of oxygen until Jock decided to let him up.

After thirty or forty seconds, Jock jerked his head up by a handful of
hair.  As Chris gasped desperately for breath, Jock gave him a not very
gentle open handed slap to the face immediately followed by a backhand on
the other side.

"Suck my cock little boy" he growled.  "Suck it."  Still holding Chris'
hair he crammed him back down on his massive shaft and brought his hips up
to meet him.  Chris' cheeks stung, his nose felt like it was being crushed
against a stone wall, and the huge ramrod seemed to be jammed into his
gullet deeper than ever before.  He couldn't scream; he couldn't breathe;
he couldn't even think; he just wanted to survive.

After another thirty or forty seconds Jock finally let him up, pulling his
head up so just the tip of the humongous prick was still in his mouth.
Chris was frantically gasping for breath but he was also moving his tongue,
trying to let Jock know that he'd suck as soon as he could get his breath.

"Suck it you little shit" Jock growled as he gave his hair a good jerk.
Continuing his desperate attempt to get his breath back and keep Jock happy
at the same time, Chris closed his mouth over the cock and started sucking
on it, breathing only through his nose.  He knew what was required and he
knew Jock didn't care how much he struggled, so he forced himself to start
jacking the big cock in and out of his mouth.  He could only hope that he
could keep Jock satisfied temporarily so he wouldn't get even more violent.

Beginning to get himself back under control, Chris started sucking and
licking as he took the cock in until it hit against the opening of his
throat.  He knew his only salvation was to make it good enough to get Jock
really hot and bring him off as soon as possible.

"You suck cock way better than your mom little boy" Jock said with a
snicker.  "She ain't a bad cocksucker but she ain't like you."  As it sunk
in what Jock said Chris was shocked, horrified, and outraged, but not for a
single millisecond did he stop his sucking.  Right now he had something
much more important on his mind than thinking about Jock fucking his mom.
All he could think of was when he was going to get his next breath.

Jock was well aware that he was a bit of a bastard and way too rough on his
bitches but he didn't give a shit since he knew that with his strength he
could do anything he wanted.  Of course they didn't have any choice in the
matter but he found that the nastier he was the better they seemed to like
it, so he just kept getting rougher and more abusive all the time.  And of
course molesting and terrorizing them was much more thrilling for him,
giving him incredible hard-ons, so knocking them around made for super-hot
sex.  Having a guy prostrating himself in complete obeisance, begging and
crying to be allowed to worship him and get fucked by a him, and then using
him like a piece of tissue to be thrown away after use, was the most erotic
thing imaginable and absolutely exhilarating.  It made him feel like a god.
And what really turned Jock into a depraved glutton for domination sex, was
that after he abused them and fucked them and treated them like shit, they
almost always came back for more.  They were not only aroused and in total
awe of his titanic muscles, but most of them had this fantasy of being
raped by a huge demigod like him so they craved being used and abused.  He
just knew they wouldn't be happy if he wasn't hurting them.  It was pretty
damn amazing but also pretty damn satisfying.

Of course his `pretty boy' brother didn't have the option of saying no to
him so short of strangling the kid, there was no limit on how rough he
could get.  But what was really impressing him so far was that even though
he knew he was being absolutely brutal, Chris was taking the abuse like a
pro and continuing to give great head.  None of his bitches had ever taken
this kind of violence and still managed to continue giving a decent blow
job.  Jock had to smile with relish as he realized that this visit home was
going to be something extra special this year.

Grabbing Chris by the hair again, Jock jerked his head up off his dick and
forcing him to look up at him.  "Yeah baby brother.  Your mom gives good
head, but there ain't nobody does it as good as you," Jock just stared at
him for a moment or so.  "That was a compliment boy" he said.  "I said you
suck better'n your mom.  Better'n your dad too for that matter."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir" Chris gasped without even thinking as he looked
fearfully into his brother's face.

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you... Ahhh... Thank you for the compliment sir.  Thank you."

"Say it bitch.  Say it.  Tell me your mom and dad don't suck my cock like
you do."

"Jock.  Please."  And Jock hit him; with his fist; knocking him completely
off the bed onto the floor.  "Yeeeaaaoooh" Chris screamed in pain.

"You're forgetting your place you little shit" Jock growled at him as he
set up on the side of the bed.  "Kiss my feet and tell me you're sorry."
When Chris didn't move immediately he screamed: "KISS MY FEET."  Chris was
dazed from the blow but when Jock screamed he came to his senses.  Climbing
to his knees he bent down and started giving Jock's feet soft gentle
kisses.

"Apologize" Jock ordered.

Without stopping his kisses, Chris spoke up: "I'm -(kiss)- sorry –
(kiss)- Jock – (kiss)- sir – (kiss).  I'm - (kiss)- sorry –(kiss)
- sir – (kiss).

"Okay.  Stop" Jock ordered.  "Look up at me."  Chris looked up at his
massively muscled nemesis.  Jock was jacking his enormous prick with one
hand as he grabbed Chris' head with the other.  Jerking his head back Jock
dropped another big dollop of spit into his face hitting him on the nose
and upper lip.  Chris knew better than to touch it so he just stared up
into Jock's face and kept his hands clasped behind his back.

"Thank you sir" Chris said weeping softly.  "Thank you sir."

"Tell me you love sucking my dick" Jock directed.

"I love sucking your dick sir" Chris whimpered.

"Tell me you're happy you suck me better'n your mom or dad."  Jock couldn`t
help but grin as he waited for Chris to respond.  He figured there couldn't
be a bigger put-down that a kid calling his mom and dad cocksuckers.

Giving into the inevitable, Chris responded in kind: "I'm... I'm... I'm
happy I suck you better'n my mom or dad."

"Good boy" Jock laughed aloud and gave Chris a couple love taps on his sore
cheek.  "Way to go.  Now get back on my cock and do your job."  As Jock let
go of his hair Chris leaned in and started sucking Jock's big prick.  Jock
still had his hand on it, stroking it gently, but at well over nine inches,
there was plenty of cock left over for Chris to suck on.

Chris had gotten his breath back by now and wasn't being beaten on or
forced at the moment, so he started really concentrating on bringing Jock
off.  He knew the quicker he brought him off, the quicker the pain would
stop.

"Deeper" Jock ordered after a bit as he removed his hand from the big
shaft.  Chris immediately started taking more cock into his mouth,
thrusting in and out, jamming it right up against the back of his throat
with each thrust.  He could suck better this way and he wanted to get Jock
super-hot and bothered before he was forced to start deep throating again.

"Oh yeah my pretty little cock sucker" Jock murmured.  "Suck your daddy's
prick.  Make love to it baby."  Jock actually let him go at it at his own
speed for several minutes which was quite unusual so Chris knew he must be
doing a great job.

But finally, and inevitably, Jock started panting so Chris knew he was
almost there.  And, no surprise, Jock took over, gripping Chris' head with
one jumbo sized hand and started cramming his cock in as deep as it would
go.  Chris knew he could handle it; he'd done it many times before, so he
just closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to catch a breath whenever
possible.

Jock was panting now and groaning softly so Chris knew he was close, but
there was nothing he could do but just hold on for dear life until Jock
finished fucking his face and decided to cum.

"Yeeeaaah.  Yeeeaaah.  Fuck yeeeaaah" Jock finally screamed as he expelled
his first spurt deep into Chris' esophagus.  Chris' face was crushed into
Jock's crotch and held there by the prodigious strength of Jock's arm and
he couldn't move or breath as Jock fired two or three more times into his
gullet.

"Yeeeaaah baby" Jock yelled again as he pulled Chris' head back and fired
his final shots of cum into Chris' face.  "Ohhhh yeeeaaah."  Chris had
prepared as well as he could, but even so, he had nearly blacked out from
lack of oxygen, and now as he hacked and coughed and took big gasping
breaths he actually felt lucky to still be alive.  His throat hurt like
hell, his cheeks stung like crazy, and his eye hurt and was probably going
to be black and blue from where Jock had slugged him.  But he had survived.

Jock lay back on the bed just relaxing and getting his breath back, but
Chris didn't move from his position on his knees.  He was beginning to
breathe normally but he didn't even try to wipe his face or even move, but
kept his hands behind his back waiting for Jock to give him leave.  Again,
from experience and from previous beatings, Chris knew exactly what Jock
expected of him.

"We're going to have good times baby" Jock said as he finally sat up with a
big grin on his face.  "I've got two weeks here so you and me are going to
have a lot of fun.  Let's go take a shower."  Chris followed Jock into the
bath and after washing and drying Jock, he did the same to himself.

When he came down to the living room in the nude per Jock's order, Jock was
just sitting in the easy chair, also nude and just waiting for him.  "You
happy to see me baby brother?" he asked with a big grin.

"Ahhh... yes sir" Chris answered as he got on his knees in front of him.
Chris was a total freak where muscles were concerned, and Jock had the
biggest most massive, most defined muscles he'd ever seen or even imagined
on a human being.  Just looking at his massive body sent his pleasure
centers into sensory overload.  If Jock hadn't been such a self-centered
bastard and so damn sadistic Chris would have been salivating just to be
near him.  "Yes sir.  I'm happy to see you sir" he repeated.

"You fuckin liar" Jock said with a laugh.  "When I'm fucking you boy, you
call me sir.  For now it's just Jock."

"Yes sir Jock.  I mean, yes Jock."

"You look pretty damn good kid.  You've really bloomed since last year."

"Thank you sir, errrr... Jock.  I work out a lot now, just like you told
me."

"Good boy, it really shows.  So where is that wimp of a father of yours?"

"Ahhh... he's working Jock.  He won't be back until about six."

"You know he's a wimp, right?  A total pansy?"

"Ahhh... well... actually.  Ahhh... Jock... ahhh... he's my dad."

"Yeah he's your dad, but he's still a fuckin wimp.  I may have exaggerated
about him sucking my dick" Jock said with a laugh.  "He damn near had a
heart attack and went into convulsions when I first wagged my big pecker in
his face.  But to tell you the truth it was fun just scaring the shit out
of him.  He damn near wets his pants every time he sees me now.  I'm
actually looking forward to seeing him again."  Jock laughed some more.
"Yeah, he is such a fuckin wuss.  And believe it or not little brother,
your Mom laughed her ass off when I told her."

"What?  You told her?  You told her you tried to fuck him?"

"Hell yes I told her.  Whether you know it or not she's been fucking me
since before I even knew what cum was all about.  She loved hot rough sex
and said I had the biggest prick she'd ever seen.  She was wild about it.
But she knew your old man was a wimp from day one.  She told me she was
always on top when they were fucking and it was the most boring sex she
ever had.  Why do you think she was never home?"

"Jock.  You're making this up" Chris said.

"I'll come over there and kick your ass little boy" Jock said but he was
laughing when he said it.  "So watch it.  Now, tell me about that kid you
were sunning with a while ago."

"That's Brett, our next door neighbor."

"And a real hunk from what I could see.  You fuckin him?"  Chris started to
turn red in embarrassment, and didn't know what to say.  He didn't want to
admit he was gay to his brother, but he was afraid to lie to him.

"Ahhh..."

"You are fuckin him aren't you?" Jock said with a chuckle.  "Hell yes
you're fuckin him, I can see it in your face.  I'll be damned, my little
brother's a faggot after all."

"Ahhh... Jock..."

"It's okay little brother, I don't care.  You can be a fag if you want.
Hell, maybe I'm a fag too.  I have to admit there ain't nothin quite like
hot boy ass."  Jock reached down and groped himself as he laughed.  "Oh
yeah, ain't nothin like screwing hot boy ass."  Chris just looked at him
realizing there was no way to keep anything like this away from Jock.

"Ahhh... yeah Jock.  I'm gay.  I know it now.  I've known it since last
year."

"You think I couldn't tell?" Jock laughed.  "You suck cock like a pro
little brother, and I know from experience; lots of experience" he laughed
again "there ain't no doubt that fags give better head than straights."

"So, tell me about this kid next door" Jock asked.  "He's a good fuck,
right?"

"Ahhh... Jock... please.  Please.  Don't" Chris begged.  "Please don't go
there."

"What the hell" Jock laughed.  "He your lover little brother?  You in
love?"

"Jock please.  Brett's a great guy."

"I'll bet he's a great guy.  I'll bet he's a great fuck too."  Jock laughed
some more.  "Oh man, that is so hot, you having a lover and a real pretty
one too.  Well, luckily anything belongs to you belongs to me and I don't
let pretty ones like that get away anyhow."

"Jock, please.  I'll do anything you want.  Anything.  Please leave him
alone."

Before Chris could even blink, Jock reached forward and grabbed him by the
throat.  "You telling me what to do baby brother?  Huh?"

"Ugggh" was all Chris could come out with because Jock was crushing his
larynx with one big hand.  "Ugggh" he choked again.

"You don't ever; not ever, even think of telling me what to do boy" Jock
said watching Chris' face turn bright red.  "Now apologize" he ordered as
he let go of Chris' throat.

"I'm sorry sir" Chris gasped out.  "Sorry sir.  I'm very sorry sir."


"Now I'm going to fuck your boyfriend" Jock said as he reached down and
pulled Chris' head up.  "That okay with you?"

Obviously that was a rhetorical question since Chris knew how he had to
answer, but he hesitated for as long as he dared before answering.
"Ahhh... ahhh... yes sir.  Yes Jock sir; that's okay by me."

"I fucked a bitch on the plane and I've fucked you, but I'm still horny"
Jock said staring into Chris' eyes.  "Go get him and bring him over here.
I'll let you watch while I fuck him."

"Yes sir Jock sir."

"And you don't tell him I'm here.  You just come up with some excuse to get
him over here.'

*****************************

Brett was sitting in front of his computer wearing shorts and a wife beater
when Chris walked into his bedroom.  Chris was now wearing shorts and shirt
as well.  "What the fuck happened to you?"  Brett asked as he turned and
saw Chris' bruised cheeks and swollen eye.  "Jesus, you look like you got
hit by a truck."

"My brother's back" Chris said.

"Oh shit.  The monster came back hey?"

"He's only been here a couple hours and he's already beat the shit out of
me and fucked me."

"You wanna call the cops?"

"No Brett.  I can't" Chris responded looking teary eyed.  "I just can't.
But I don't know what to do."

"Well first of all, you gotta get out of the house.  You'll stay here with
me while he's here."

"Okay, that's good.  But Brett; he saw you out in the yard with me and he
says he's gonna fuck you."

"Well he can say anything he damn well pleases, but I can tell you it ain't
gonna happen.  No way."

"Right now he told me to talk you into coming over to my house.  He ordered
me to bring you over."

"He is a total asshole isn't he?  An unconscionable arrogant asshole.  He
thinks he can do anything he wants.  Well, we've got to show him that he
can't."

"He really worked me over Brett" Chris said with a sob.  "I just can't take
it anymore."

"Well, don't you worry.  You're not going to take it anymore" Brett said as
he stood up.  "Come on; let's go talk to the asshole."

"You can't Brett.  You can't."  Chris was shocked.  "You simply can't.  You
don't understand how big he is.  You can't possibly stand up to him."

"We'll see about that" Brett said as he took Chris by the arm and headed
out the door.

When Brett and Chris entered Chris' living room Jock was setting in the
easy chair with a magazine, but was now wearing Orchard University shorts
and tank top.  Brett was expecting Jock to be big from what Chris had told
him, but even so, he could only marvel at the guy's astonishing physique.
He was simply beyond belief.

"I hear you're a son-of-a-bitch" was the first thing out of Brett's mouth.

"Yeah, I've heard that too" Jock said with a laugh as he looked up.  "My
real mom was a drug addict and died when I was a baby and my step-mom's
been fucking me for years, so I suppose I am a son-of-a-bitch."  Jock put
his magazine down.  "I take it you're Brett."

Brett pushed Chris down on the sofa, sat next to him, and put his arm
around him.  "Yeah I'm Brett.  And I'm here to tell you that Chris belongs
to me and you're going to leave him alone from now on."

"Well, well, well" Jock laughed.  "Another son-of-a-bitch; a brazen one at
that.  Are you the guy that's going to stop me?"

"No, you're going to do it all on your own" Brett answered.  "I don't
intend to tangle with you, but I intend to convince you to behave."

Jock really started laughing now.  "Shit, you're going to teach me how to
behave?  You?  Cute little muscle boy like you?"

"Just tell me why you beat on Chris?  What's he ever done to you?"

"Hey man" Jock said, still laughing, "he's a great fuck.  And there ain't
much of anyone else around here.  I'm used to getting it half a dozen times
a day at college so he's going to get a lot of my attention while I'm
here."

"Okay so he's a great fuck.  But you deliberately try to hurt him.  Why?"

"Hey kid.  He's my brother.  I own him.  And besides, he likes it."

"I just told you, you don't own him.  He belongs to me.  So pay attention."

"You're on dangerous ground little boy.  You better watch it."

"Okay big man, now that I have your complete attention I can tell you Chris
likes to fuck.  He likes to get fucked.  But nobody likes getting the shit
kicked out of them.  Nobody.  So where do you get off beating him up?"

"I told you, he's my brother" Jock growled, beginning to get angry.  "I can
do what I want with him."

"Yeah?  Is that right?" Brett growled right back.  "But Chris tells me you
beat everybody up.  Why's that?"

"Hey man, that's my style.  I go for hot sex.  People see these muscles
they just expect me to be a little rough.  I just give them what they
want."

"A little rough?  Is that what you said?  A little rough?  Bullshit.
Beating the crap out of Chris is not being a little rough.  And that sure's
hell is not what he wants."

"Okay so I'm a little rougher on Chris than others.  But he expects it."

"Yes he expects it.  He expects it because you're a son-of-a-bitch.  But he
doesn't want it and he sure's hell doesn't like it.  Tell him Chris."

Chris had been following the conversation as Brett kept his arm
protectively around him, holding him tight.  He was still fearful, for
Brett and for himself.  "Jock" he said "Look at me.  I'm probably going to
have a black eye tomorrow.  How can you do this to me?"

"Oh shit Chris" Jock said, almost looking apologetic and then ruined it by
developing a big grin.  "I just get carried away sometimes, particularly
with you.  You've always been a hot fuck.  And now that you've turned into
such a stud, it's even better.  And you guys are making me horny by just
setting here."

"Well, fuck you too" Brett said angrily.  "I'm telling you that that's all
over and you aren't going to hurt Chris again."

"You're beginning to annoy me little boy" Jock sneered at him as he stood
up.  "You don't tell me what I can do and what I can't do."

"I didn't say you couldn't fuck him" Brett said evenly, still remaining
completely calm and collected.  "I said you couldn't hurt him.  There's a
real difference."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah.  If you'll set down and listen I'll tell you how it is."

"Okay, you've got one minute and then I tear you a new asshole" Jock
growled as he sat back down.  "Go ahead.  Tell me."

"Ahhh... Brett?" Chris spoke up.

"Shut up Chris" Brett ordered.  "Just listen."

"Okay, here it is man" Brett said to Jock.  "You're incredibly hot.  I
never even imagined that anybody could have muscles like yours, and I can
tell you, I'm totally into muscles.  But Chris and I ain't no slackers.  I
know muscles and so does Chris.  I know what you've gone through to get
that incredible body."

"So?" Jock said with a grin, definitely enjoying the compliments.  "Go on."

"Okay, so I'm used to guys worshiping me.  Hell, you can see I'm a fuckin
Adonis.  Everybody calls me Adonis and there ain't nobody around who's got
a face and body like mine.  The kids at school climb all over each other
just trying to get my attention, and I pick and choose who I fuck.  But
you; big man like you.  I'll bet they lay down in front of you and beg you
to let them kiss your feet."

"Hey man, that's the way it goes" Jock said with a laugh.  "They fuckin
compete with each other to see who's the best ass kisser.  And after I let
them kiss my ass I make them beg for my cock.  And they do; they always do.
You may think you're an Adonis, but you ain't had even half the muscle boy
ass that I have."

"Maybe most of them beg to kiss your ass big man, but Chris is not begging,
and neither am I.  But..." Brett hesitated... and then repeated: "But..."

Jock waited but then finally asked: "But what?"

"But... you are really hot.  I'm hot for you.  I'll bet Chris is too.  At
least he would be if he knew you weren't going to try to kill him.  But..."

"Get to the goddamn point.  But what?" Jock snarled.

"I'm willing to worship that hot bod and your big cock if you promise to
keep your hands off of me.  You just lay back and enjoy it and I'll do all
the work."

"Sorry babe" Jock said with a chuckle.  "That ain't my style.  I'm always
in control, and hell, half the fun of fucking a guy is slapping him around
a little getting him ready for my prick."

"Well, there's a first time for everything" Brett answered.  "Chris said
you wanted me.  Well, I'm making you an offer.  You keep your hands off me
and I'll give you one hell of a good time.  And, I'll even throw Chris into
the deal."

"Hey, wait a minute" Chris said looking startled.

"Shut up Chris" Brett whispered in his ear.  "You're just as hot for those
muscles as I am, so just shut up."

"Okay, I'm interested" Jock said.  "So, how is this going to work."

"Well first, you let me tie you up" Brett said with a grin.  "Then..."

"You've got to be fuckin kidding" Jock said, interrupting him.  "There
ain't no way you're tying me up."

"Okay, okay" Brett laughed.  "So we don't tie you up. But imagine this.
Look at my kisser.  I mean really look at me" he said with a big grin on
his face.  "I know you ain't never seen nobody looks like me.  Now, just
imagine lookin down and seeing me in your crotch with your prick in my
mouth.  Can you picture that?"

"Okay pretty boy; Adonis boy, I get the point" Jock said.  "Yeah.  That
makes for a real pretty picture."

"Well, first of all, let me show you what you'll be getting" Brett said as
he stood up and removed his wife beater and his shorts, tossing them to
Chris, leaving him standing there only in his jockstrap.  Brett knew the
compulsories backwards and forwards since he performed them hundreds of
times in front of his bedroom mirrors, so he went through them now,
gracefully moving from one pose to the next.  Starting with the front
double biceps, pumping up his huge arms, Brett moved smoothly to the front
lat spread and then to the side chest, followed by the back double biceps,
the back lat spread, the side triceps, and finally the abdominal-thigh
isolation showing his perfectly defined muscles in all their glorious
perfection.  And then for an encore and holding each pose for only a second
or two, he went through all seven poses a second time.  He got a huge grin
when he saw that Jock's jaw had dropped down, his mouth was open, and he
was almost drooling in lust.

"Tell me this doesn't make you hot?"

"Show me your ass babe" Jock said, trying to pretend he wasn't totally
turned on.  "That's what I'm interested in."

"Bullshit.  You talk constantly about hunky guys, husky guys, guys with
muscle; you're as turned on to my muscles as I am to yours and you damn
well know it."

"Alright, so you're a hunky number for a little guy.  And, okay, so I know
why they call you Adonis.  You are pretty goddamn spectacular."

"So, you're going to admit I turn you on, hey?  Well, what do you want to
do?  You wanna touch?"

"Don't get carried away with yourself kid.  I fuck pretty boys like you all
the time."

"Somehow I doubt that babe" Brett said with a grin.  "You damn well know
I'm special, and you damn well know you want me.  Hell, I can see that tent
pole in your shorts.  So, why not admit it."

"Okay, so I want you.  You're fuckin hot.  But you know I usually take what
I want."

"Yeah, I know.  But not this time.  Definitely not this time.  This time I
make the rules."

"Okay, so tell me.  What have I gotta do?"

"You've gotta promise to behave.  You don't force us to do anything.  You
wanna touch the merchandise; you do it nicely and gently."

"So what do I get if I'm a good boy?" Jock said with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm hot for you man.  I want to lick every inch of that incredible
body of yours.  I know Chris is hot for you too.  You let us do our thing
and we'll promise to give you a good time.  Otherwise, we're leaving and
Chris is staying at my house while you're here."

"Okay, okay, so I'll go for it" Jock said licking his lips in anticipation.
"Let's do it.  I'm ready."

"Oh shit, I'm ready too" Brett said as he started to get excited.  Of
course Brett had never worshiped anybody before since he was always
surrounded by ass-kissers begging to be allowed to worship him, but there
was a first time for everything, and Jock was unquestionably the most
spectacular muscle man he'd ever seen.  This guy had the biggest and most
gorgeous body on the planet which made Brett weak in the knees with desire,
and he was willing to do most anything just to be able to rub his hands
over those muscles.  Here was a man totally deserving of worship.  "Chris
where's that body oil you've been using?"

"Ahhh... it's in your backyard Brett" Chris answered.

"Jock; you wanna get worshiped outdoors?" Brett said.  "It's totally
private; nobody can see anything, although I bet you'd like to do it in
public."

"Hey man, I love an audience.  My roommates at college love to watch" Jock
laughed "and I let them join in sometimes.  The more the merrier."

"Okay, let's go" Brett said as he put his shorts on, pulled Chris to his
feet, and headed out the door.

Brett's backyard was just a lawn surrounded by a tall hedge.  In the middle
there was a large bed sheet and two beach towels where Brett and Chris had
been sunning themselves earlier.  Next to the towels were a couple empty
soda cans, some magazines, and four different flavors of edible body oil.
All four bottles of oil were half empty signifying their regular use.

"Which do you want to use" Brett asked Chris.  "The lemon or the
strawberry?"

"The strawberry stinks to high heaven" Chris laughed "but it sure does
taste good.  But my favorite is cherry; it's not quite so strongly flavored
as the others.'

"Okay, cherry it is" Brett said, picking up the bottle and handing it to
Chris.  "Jock, let us uncover those incredible muscles of yours and we'll
give you an oil massage that will drive you mad."

"Let's get to it man.  I'm ready" Jock said as he reached down and groped
the big rod that was pushing his shorts out like a tent.  Brett walked over
to him, leaned in and kissed Jock's right un-flexed bicep and gave it a
quick lick.  Then he did the same to the left bicep.

"You're fuckin beautiful man" he swooned.  Then taking hold of Jock's tank
top at the waist, he pulled it up, and as Jock raised his arms, pulled it
over his head.

Chris was standing back just watching, not sure whether he should
participate or not.  Actually, he'd never really looked at Jock as a sex
object before because he'd always associated him with pain.  Now it seemed
that Brett was not going to allow Jock to hurt him, so for the first time
he began to realize what a really spectacular body Jock had.  Muscles upon
muscles upon muscles.  And watching Brett standing there lusting over
Jock's body was an incredible turn-on, and he was definitely getting hard
in his shorts.

"Come here Chris" Brett said and Chris stepped over.  Putting his hand
behind Chris' head, Brett pushed his face into Jock's left pec.  "Kiss it
babe.  Big wet kiss."  As Chris kissed Jock's left pec, Brett kiss the
right one.

Jock groaned softly as the two boys kissed his enormous pectoral muscles.

"How's that man?" Brett asked as he stepped back and looked up in Jock's
face.  "The two hottest guys in town kissing your hot pecs."

"Fuckin hot man" Jock groaned; "fuckin hot."

"Help me here Chris" Brett said as he got down on his knees in front of
Jock.  "Let's get these shorts off of him."  Brett grabbed one side of the
shorts and Chris the other and they pulled them down and off.  Then
grabbing Jock's jockeys, they pulled them off as well.

"I guess you're hot to trot" Brett said with a laugh as Jock's big cock
bounced out in his face, almost fully hard.  "Oh yeah, you're ready."  As
an automatic action, almost involuntary, Jock grabbed Brett by the hair and
pulled him into his crotch.

"Whoa man" Brett shouted.  "Whoa.  Stop it!"  Putting his hands against
Jock's thighs Brett pushed hard, forcing his head back.  "Remember the deal
man."

"Okay, sorry" Jock said with a laugh as he let go of Brett's hair.  "That
was instinctive.  I always do that."  Jock may have been laughing, but
Brett wasn't.  In fact he was pissed.

"We have an agreement god damn it" he howled.  "I make the rules this time,
and you keep you damn hands to yourself."

"Okay, okay" Jock said as he continued laughing.  "I'm sorry man.  I'm
sorry.  Come on, it was an accident."

"Alright" Brett said, calming down a little.  "But let's not have any more
accidents."

"Okay" Jock said still chuckling.  "I promise.  No more accidents."

"Good" Brett said, slightly mollified.  "Okay, strip time Chris."  He and
Chris both stripped down to just their socks.  Brett's fully hard nine inch
rod banged up against his belly.  Grabbing his own cock in one hand and
Jock's with the other, Brett started massaging them gently.  "Pretty hefty
piece of meat you've got there man" he said.  "Almost comparable to mine."

Jock let out a guffaw.  "That little weenie of yours?" he said.  "Wait till
mine gets hard."

"Hey, I'm not criticizing man; you've got a pretty tool here.  But look at
mine.  Pretty big hey?"

"Okay, so you've got a nice one.  But you wanna see a big one you just wait
until I'm completely hard."

"Go ahead and feel it" Brett said as he took hold of Jock's right hand and
pulled it over to his cock.  "This is what a killer nine incher feels like.
Go ahead."  With Brett holding his hand, Jock gripped Brett's shaft and
stroked it a couple times before he let go.

"Okay, I said you got a nice one, but only nine inches?  Only nine?" he
said with a laugh.  "Hell, mine's that big when it's soft."

"Yeah, right, tell me about it" Brett laughed.  "So we'll measure `em later
on.  You ever sucked a cock Jock?  Cock Jock.  Jock cock" he laughed again.

"Hell no I ain't sucked no cock" Jock said.  "Jock don't suck cock" he said
with a snicker.

"You ever want to suck a cock?  You wanna suck a nice one like mine?"

"Hell no I don't."


"You liar" Brett said with a laugh.  "Every guy has fantasies about sucking
cock.  Mostly about big ones.  Like mine."

"Hey man, that ain't me" Jock said with a chuckle.  "I fantasize about
fucking, and only fucking."

"Bullshit" Brett said, really laughing now.  "I know that ain't true.
Hell, just the way you've been looking at me makes that a lie.  You're
totally turned on to me man.  Hell, you can't keep your eyes off my cock."

"Wishful thinking little boy" Jock laughed.  "Wishful thinking."

"We'll see about that" Brett said.  Brett had his own ideas about Jock
sucking cock, but he wasn't ready to say anything out loud yet.  Not yet.

"Okay, now go lie down on the towel and let us oil up those muscles of
yours.  And to keep your hands out of trouble, pretend that you're wearing
handcuffs."

"Okay.  Alright already" Jock said as he lay down on the beach towel and
clasped his hands behind his head.  "So I'm wearing handcuffs.  Okay?"
Chris poured some of the oil on Jock's hulking chest and he and Brett
starting gently rubbing it over the massive pectoral muscles.  Sharing the
oil between them, Chris and Brett smoothed the oil on Jock's shoulders,
moving to his biceps and triceps, then his forearms, and finally back to
his chest and down to his abdominals.

"Oh shit, you are incredible" Brett moaned as he rubbed his hands over the
titanic muscles.  Both he and Chris, and Jock as well, were fully hard and
dripping pre-cum.  Chris didn't say anything but he was making humming
sounds in the back or his throat and kept licking his lips as he spread the
oil.  As much as he thought he hated Jock for beating him up and raping
him, he was so into muscles that he couldn't help but be turned on to this
phenomenal block of powerful virile humanity.  He wanted to lick every inch
of these incredible muscles.

Jock just lay back completely relaxed with a big grin on his face as he
looked down and watched the two beautiful muscle boys caressing his body.
He had to admit that this was starting out really well even though he
hadn't taken control of the action.  He decided that Brett really did know
how to pleasure a man.

Moving down from Jock's abdominals, the boys continued spreading the oil,
taking turns and giving extra special attention to his cock and balls; not
enough to bring Jock off but just enough to keep him excited and on the
edge as they spread the oil.  Continuing on down, they massaged the massive
thighs, then the calves and finally the feet.

"Okay so far big man?" Brett asked as he looked up into Jock's eyes.

"Oh yeah" Jock gushed.  "Keep going."

"Turn over man.  Let us do your back."  Jock rolled over and Brett and
Chris continued oiling him up, going from his feet up his legs to his hot
hard ass and on up to his neck.  "Back over now man" Brett said, "and flex
those huge biceps for us."  Jock rolled over and flexed his arms.  Brett
and Chris dove in, one on each arm, and started licking the cherry flavored
oil off of Jock's twenty inch biceps.

"That's it kids" Jock swooned.  "Worship my biceps.  Oh yeah, work on those
motherfuckers."  Brett and Chris licked and sucked and kissed every inch of
the humongous mounds of muscle while Jock kept crunching them, trying to
make them even bigger.  After several minutes on the biceps, the boys
gradually moved up to the rounded shoulders and then to the traps, and
finally, finally down to Jock's most impressive feature, his gargantuan
slabs of pectoral muscle.  Both boys started moaning and groaning as they
slobbered over that titanic chest.

"Ohhh...shit, ohhh...shit, ohhh...shit" Chris muttered, totally overwhelmed
as he licked and kissed and worshiped Jock's pecs.  Brett was not only
kissing and licking on his side but rubbing his nose and face against the
hard muscle in complete ecstasy, totally making love to it.  Two gorgeous
muscle hounds and one hulky demigod, all of them intoxicated with
worshiping and being worshiped.

All good things must come to an end, so after many long minutes worshiping
the pecs and then nibbling on the tits for a bit, the boys started licking
Jock's rugged abdominals, and heading down towards his crotch.  Brett and
Chris seemed to be of one mind since they seemed to be working in perfect
tandem on either side of Jock's body.  As they reached his crotch they both
dove in and started licking his balls, allowing the enormous prick to
bounce back and forth between their noses.  Then, perfectly together, they
started kissing up and down either side of Jock's steel hard prick.  First
kissing and then licking, matching their movements up and down Jock's nine
plus inches.

Jock, of course, had not kept his hands behind his head, but had moved them
down to his sides, but so far, with great difficulty; he had kept himself
from grabbing the boy's heads and taking control.  Brett leaned over and
gave Chris a kiss on the lips, and then took hold of Jock's prick, took
aim, and pushed it into Chris' mouth.  "Do a good job" he whispered, for
Chris' ears only.  Then he got up on his knees, took hold of Jock's right
hand and pulled it into his crotch.

"Feel this Jock" he uttered.  "Big hard cock.  Totally hot for you.  Go
ahead and feel it.  Rub it for me man."  Brett held Jock's hand against his
dripping cock until Jock finally started fondling it.  Continuing to hold
his hand Brett then got him started squeezing it and working it back and
forth.  Jock was pretty far gone since Chris was doing wonderful things to
his prick and Brett was going crazy with lust as this giant started jerking
him off.  But Brett was just getting started; he definitely had other
things in mind for Jock to do with his prick.

Jock had his eyes closed now and was groaning in ecstasy as a very talented
Chris sucked his big shaft.  He hardly seemed to notice when Brett climbed
up on top of him and started jacking his cock up and down within the
cleavage between his prodigious pectorals.

"Oh fuck yeah" Brett said with relish as he grabbed Jock's big rounded
shoulders and continued humping his tool in the deep cleavage.  "Big
goddamn muscle man" he mumbled.  Brett took note that Jock was groaning
even louder now and humping his crotch up against Chris' face, totally
bewitched by what Chris was doing to him.

"Okay Chris; take him deep" Brett ordered.  "All the way man."  Then Jock's
whole body shuddered as Chris forced the giant prick deep into his throat,
driving him to stratospheric heights of delight and euphoria.  Brett took
advantage of Jock's distraction to climb up onto his chest putting his
knees on his shoulders and dropping his cock into his face.  Jock's eyes
flew open in surprise but he was still gasping and groaning with pleasure
as he looked up at Brett.

"You wanted this man" Brett said giving Jock one of his devastating smiles.
"Here's your chance to try it.  Big hard cock just waiting for you.  Go
ahead and take a taste."  Sticking his thumb into Jock's mouth forcing it
open, Brett let his big boner slide in.  Nirvana!  Brett almost screamed
aloud when Jock actually started sucking on it!!!  It just seemed to be a
totally automatic response from Jock to suck it.  Completely methodical:
Step 1: put cock in mouth; Step 2: suck on cock.

"Oh shit yeah man" Brett gushed with exhilaration.  "I knew you wanted to
try sucking a cock.  Luckily you got a big one to work on.  Go to it man."
Grabbing Jock's head with both hands and holding him steady, Brett pushed
four or five inches into his mouth.  Jock's eyes kept opening and closing
as Chris was driving him to new heights of rapture but he kept sucking on
Brett's cock.  "Oh shit yeah" Brett howled as he started slowly sliding his
big rod in and out of the giant's mouth.  Still moaning in pleasure, Jock
looked up at Brett's smiling face.  He wasn't so far gone that he didn't
know that he had a big cock in his mouth but in the heat of the moment,
with Chris deep throating his cock, he was really getting into it.

And all three boys, delirious with pleasure, were coming close to their
climaxes.

"Oh fuck yeah" Brett screamed as he felt his big prick began to throb,
ready to shoot.  "Ohhh fuuuuuuuuck" he screamed again and to avoid having
Jock throw him bodily across the yard, he pulled out as the last second,
firing his first shot over Jock's head.  However, his second shot hit
Jock's cheek and the third landed on his forehead.

Jock was so far gone that he was not totally aware of what Brett was doing.
As Brett fired his third shot of cum, Jock grabbed Chris' head and crammed
him down hard into his crotch, forcing every last centimeter of his cock
deep into Chris' throat.  And then, letting out an enormous roar his cock
let go and blasted into Chris' gullet.

Chris had not even touched himself yet, keeping his hands behind his back,
but was so turned-on that even as Jock roared and ejaculated deep into his
throat, his own throbbing cock exploded.

Jock pulled Chris' head up and jammed it violently back down again as all
three boys screamed in euphoric exaltation, or in Chris' case, attempted to
scream, as they shot their loads.  After three or four shots Jock pushed
Chris' head back, grabbed his ejaculating cock and jerked it madly allowing
the last few shots of cum to shoot up onto his abs.  Chris, while still
firing his load started jerking his own cock as he sprayed against Jock's
thigh and frantically took huge gasping breaths.

Brett had a head start so he was the first to finish shooting his load and
began to relax.  Almost his entire load had gone into Jock's face, and
Brett couldn't help but grin as he used his hand to smear it all over,
giving Jock an `Adonis Boy' facial.  As Jock and Chris finished and began
to calm down, Brett rolled off of Jock's chest, and all three boys just lay
there not moving, as they slowly got their breath back under control.

Brett was the first to recover, and he grabbed the other beach towel and
wiped his cum off of Jock's face.  "Hey, that was fabulous man" he exhorted
leaning in and giving Jock a peck on the lips.  "Sucking cock ain't so bad
is it?"

"Fuck you little man" Jock said, but he had a smile on his face as he said
it.  "I tasted yours; now you taste mine" he said as he grabbed Brett's
neck and pulled him into his ridged abdominals.  "Suck it up boy.  Suck it
up" he ordered.  Since he had little choice otherwise, Brett lapped up
Jock's cum off of his abs.  "Good boy" Jock said.

Chris finally sat up.  "Jock; you damn near strangled me man.  You weren't
supposed to do that."

"Yeah, I know" Jock chuckled.  "I just got carried away.  But you suck me
like that what do you expect?  And hey man, just be happy I didn't give you
another black eye."

"Thank God for small favors"

"Hey man, that's just the way it is.  I've always done it that way.  Ain't
nothin like cramming a pretty face down on my dick."  Then Jock stood up,
towering over the two young muscle studs.  "Now Chris, what am I going to
do about boyfriend here?" he said with a laugh as he looked at Brett.  "Do
I just break him in half, or do I let him live."

"Hey man" Brett said with a startled look on his face.  "I liked it, you
liked it, Chris liked it; what's the problem?"

"The problem is, little man, you think you're cool but you're too damn big
for your britches and need to be taken down a notch or two.  You didn't
really think I was going to let you get away with putting your dick in my
mouth did you?"

"Come on Jock" Brett rejoined.  "You know damn well you wanted to try
it. And hell, I could see that you liked it.  And besides, you been eyeing
my dick ever since we got out here.  I just gave you the opportunity to do
what you wanted to do.  You can't tell me you didn't like it?"

"What I didn't like, little man was you; pretending to be the top dog and
thinking you could make me into your sub.  Chris, don't you move until I
tell you to."

"Okay Jock" Chris said with surprise.  "Okay."  Then, literally in the
blink of an eye, Jock dropped on top of Brett, flipped him over on his
stomach and pulled his arms behind his back.

"Hey man" Brett yelled in surprise.  But then he really yelled as Jock
began twisting his arms, pushing his hands up towards his
shoulders. "Yeeeeeaaaaaoh."

"Chris" Jock said looking over at Chris who was just sitting and watching.
"Tell this kid who's in charge around here.

"You're the boss Jock" Chris answered.  "You are."

"Whose boss here kid?" Jock growled at Brett.  "Whose boss?"

"You're boss Jock.  You're boss" Brett yelled in pain.  "Shit, I know
you're the boss, man.  Ain't no doubt about it."

"You seemed to think you were in charge here" Jock growled at him as he
jerked his arms.  "You think you can handle me little boy?"

"No way man; no way" Brett pleaded.  "Please Jock.  Please.  I know you're
boss."

"Tell me you're sorry for being a prick" Jock ordered as he gave Brett's
arms another yank.

"I'm sorry for being a prick" Brett howled, almost crying now.  "Please
Jock."

"I'm in charge here and I can do anything I want.  Say it."

"You're in charge and can do anything you want" Brett howled again, really
crying now.

"Good boy" Jock said with satisfaction as he let go of Brett's arms.  Brett
stretched his arms out but couldn't do much else since Jock's three hundred
plus pounds was sitting on top of him.  Grabbing Brett by the hair and
pulling his head up Jock said: "Say it again boy.  I can do anything I
want."

"Yes Jock.  Yes.  You can do anything you want."

"Good, because I want to fuck you."  Jock had been sitting on Brett's butt,
but now he lay down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his neck and
allowing his prick to fit into his ass crack.  "That okay with you?"

"Oh shit no man" Brett pleaded.  "No.  I ain't never been fucked."

"You're going to get fucked now babe, no matter what.  You fight me and
I'll tear you apart first and then fuck you.  Don't really matter to me."
Jock jacked his now growing cock up and down Brett's sweaty ass crack a
couple times.  "Oh yeah babe" he chuckled.  "I love taking a virgin.  Hot
virgin ass on a pretty muscle boy like you, there ain't nothing like it."

"Oh fuck man" Brett groaned.  "Please man, please."  But Brett was giving
into the inevitable, knowing there was no way he could stop the behemoth on
top of him from doing whatever he wanted.  All he would end up doing by
fighting it was getting mangled and then fucked anyway.  He knew he could
probably buck Jock off of him temporarily, but he also knew it would end up
the same, except Jock would be madder than hell and would probably tear him
a new ass hole.

"You got a hot little ass kid" Jock chuckled.  "Making me hard just
thinking of getting my big dick in there."  Brett's sweaty ass was slick
and Jock's cock slid smoothly up and down the crack.  "Oh yeah.  My dick
wants in there bad."

"Ohhhhhh fuck" Brett groaned in despair.

"Almost ready babe" Jock said as he raised up a bit, still sliding his cock
up and down Brett's ass, but now feeling around for the hole.  "Getting hot
and hard."

"Hey man.  Wait, wait" Brett shouted.  "You can't take me dry.  You can't.
You can't"

"I can do anything I want babe" Jock chuckled.  "Anything."

"No, no, you can't" Brett pleaded.  "You can't."  Up to this point although
Brett was trying very hard to get away, he basically knew Jock was too
powerful and it was probably futile.  However, now, he became violent,
frantically trying to escape.  But jock, in a very quick move got him in a
headlock and rolled over pulling Brett on top of him.  Then wrapping his
legs around him to hold him still, he started putting the pressure on his
neck and shoulders.

"Settle down boy.  Settle down" he said calmly, not even breathing hard as
Brett was wildly trying to get away.  "You want me to break your neck or
you going to settle down" he said as he intensified the pressure.  "Maybe
we can make a deal."

Brett's arms were useless, he wasn't able to move his legs, and the pain
was becoming unbearable.  "What... deal...?" he gasped.

"Relax babe and I'll tell you" Jock said.

"Okay, okay.  Please stop" Brett said as he stopped his attempt to get away
and relaxed his muscles.  Jock let up a bit on the pressure he was exerting
in the headlock.


"You want to make a deal?" Jock asked.

"Okay, okay" Brett gasped.

Jock was totally calm and collected and had a grin on his face.  "You are a
scrappy little thing and I like that in a guy" he said with a laugh.  "I'm
going to enjoy fuckin the virgin ass of yours.  Hell, I'm going to love it
and if I have to knock you around a little first to make you cooperate,
that's okay too.  But I'll make a deal with you.  You behave yourself and
not fight me and I'll let Chris lick your ass and get you ready.  Otherwise
I'm going to ram it in right now.  That's it, take it or leave it.  But
either way I'm taking your ass."

Okay, okay, I'll do it" Brett answered.

"You behave yourself and do anything I tell you" Jock demanded.  "I say
jump, you jump.  I tell you to put your legs in the air, you throw them in
the air.  Got it?"

"Yeah Jock.  I got it" Brett said in total surrender.  "I got it."

"Get on his ass kid" Jock said to Chris as he let go of Brett and pushed
him back on his stomach.  "Now" he demanded.  Chris jumped to obey.  Chris
knew exactly what to do because Brett had been fucking him regularly for a
couple weeks now so he was used to preparing himself for the onslaught of a
big cock.  Brett's nine inch prick may not have been as big as Jock's, but
it was pretty damn close to it.  Sticking his face into Brett's ass, Chris
generated as much spit as he could and started pushing it into Brett's
little pucker with his tongue.

Jock lay back on the towel with a big smile on his face, playing with his
big wanger, keeping it hard while he waited.  Brett and Chris were humming
softly, one licking ass and the other getting his ass licked, but both deep
into their own pleasure.  Since Jock wasn't really paying attention, and
Chris knew the Brett had never been fucked before, he eased a finger into
his hole and started wiggling it.  Continueing to use lost of saliva, he
gradually added a second finger and then a third.  Once Chris was satisfied
that he had loostened Brett's ass as much as he could, he removed his
fingers, crammed his face into the crack and just enjoyed fucking Brett's
ass with his tongue.

Jock actually was showing more patience than usual, but he finally couldn't
wait any longer.  Pushing Chris away, he flipped Brett over on his back and
just looked down at him.

"Jesus you are a pretty one" he said in admiration.  "Now I understand why
they call you Adonis.  You could be a god baby, but I think your ass is
going to be the best part.  Holy shit.  A Greek God with a virgin ass and
it's all mine."

"Chris, get on my cock" Jock ordered.  Chris was surprised since Jock had
been playing with himself and keeping himself hard the whole time Brett was
getting his ass licked.  However, he jumped to obey, Jock was on his knees,
so Chris lay down on the ground and took the mammoth tool in his mouth.
And Jock was hard, but Chris figured the more saliva available the easier
it would be for Brett so he slobbered on it, loading it to the dripping
point with his spit.

After only a minute or so, Jock pushed him away, lifted Brett's legs, moved
in and took aim.  Then he simply pushed, forcing the head of his enormous
ramrod to pop into the tight hole.  Brett let out a scream of pain, but
Jock had his legs on his shoulders, and now reached down and grabbed his
arms, holding him as he pushed in.

"Yeeeeooooh" Brett screamed in agony.  Getting a beer can rammed up your
ass is very different from having three fingers up there, and Brett was
finding that out.  What he was also going to find out was that that beer
can was over nine and a half inches long.

Jock had never been careful while fucking in his life and he wasn't going
to be careful now so he just pushed it in.  It was his pleasure that
counted here and it didn't particularly matter to him if Brett was hurting.
Actually he was learning to admire Brett so he wasn't going to deliberately
hurt him like he usually did while fucking, but he certainly wasn't going
to let a few screams interfere with his having an exquisite fuck.

He simply rammed about four inches into Brett's butt.  Nothing could
withstand Jock's enormous strength as he forced his bludgeon into the tight
ring of muscle, but only a muscle boy ass could withstand the onslaught as
long as it did.  And the feeling was incredible.

Brett was screaming and crying and Jock remembered that he was only a high
school kid, and younger than his usual fuck and had probably never felt
this much pain before, so he decided to relent.  He pulled back an inch or
so and just waited.

Brett was now panting frantically and crying, but the screaming had
stopped.  "Babe, it's okay" Jock said.  "The worst is over.  It's going to
get better I promise."  Jock couldn't remember ever being this patient
while fucking, but Brett was so gorgeous and so young, that he wanted to
enjoy the fuck without hurting him too much.  So, he just stayed stationary
for a couple minutes with only a couple inches into the tight ass while he
waited for Brett to adjust.

But, kid or no kid, Adonis or no Adonis, Jock couldn't wait forever, so he
finally started to move.  Chris had made the ass nice and slick so he
started slowly jacking in and out, moving slightly deeper with each thrust.
Keeping it slow he kept going deeper and deeper and deeper reaching to get
his entire length into the ass.  Brett was whimpering now but Jock was
beyond caring.  He was ready to fuck.

And finally he was there; his crotch crammed in tight against the hot
little ass under him.  Not willing to wait any longer, Jock pulled almost
all the way out and slammed back in.  The feeling was exquisite so he did
it again; and again; and again.  Then he really started to fuck.  Raising
Brett's legs a little and lifting his ass for a better angle, he started
slamming it in hot and heavy.  And he was hot; very hot.  There was no
question that fucking this gorgeous virgin boy was not any ordinary fuck
and it was getting Jock close to cuming, much quicker than he expected.

"Oh shit, what an ass" he exclaimed as he continued slamming into the tight
hole.  Brett was letting out a loud grunt with each thrust, but was not
yelling or screaming.  He was not hurting any more but he was still not to
the point of it being pleasurable.  Being fucked for the first time and
with a tin can sized bludgeon was perhaps going to be bearable, but
certainly was not going to be pleasant.  Besides Brett was a dominant butch
stud and was never going to like being dominated and fucked.  Even as Jock
was pounding into him he told himself he was never going to let this happen
again.

"Ohhh Fuuucccck" Jock finally screamed as he slammed into Brett's ass one
final time and let fly.  He fired a shot or two then pulled back and
slammed back in again in total ecstasy as he looked down into the most
beautiful boy he'd ever fucked.  "Oh man, oh man, oh man" he stuttered as
he fired his final few shots.  "Ohhhhh" he groaned finally as he pushed
Brett's legs off his shoulders and lay down on top of him, chest to chest
and crotch to crotch.


As he slowly relaxed and his big wanger began to go soft, it slowly slipped
out of Brett's ass.  "What an ass you got babe" he whispered in Brett's
ear.  "Hot, hot, hot ass.  Just made for my cock" he said with a chuckle.
"Oh yeah."

"Get off me man" Brett groaned as he tried to push Jock off.

"That was hot man" Jock said as he rolled off of Brett and just lay there
on his back, still panting from exertion.  Brett tried to set up but found
that too painful because of his sore ass, so he rolled over on his stomach
and then pushed himself up to his knees.

"Oh shit, that hurts" he moaned.

"It'll be better next time" Jock answered.

"Next time?" Brett shouted.  "There ain't never going to be a next time
man."

"Okay kid, I understand" Jock said.  "It just ain't your thing.  I'm okay
with that.  Besides, I really don't want to have to rape a guy every time I
fuck.  Sometimes it's actually better when my fuck boy is willing, like
Chris here.  He gives a great fuck."

"Hey man" Chris protested.  "Hold on just a second."

"Easy does it Chris.  Easy does it" Jock interrupted.  "I already promised
I wouldn't rough you up.  And I meant it.  I always fucked you rough, and I
kinda thought you just expected it that way.  But I promise I'll make it
good for you from now on."

"Hey man, I have an opinion here" Brett said.  "Chris is my boy, not yours.
Isn't that right Chris?"

"Well... ah... yeah" Chris answered, rather embarrassed that Brett said he
owned him.

"If Chris is going to get fucked, it's me that's going to fuck him" Brett
said.  Chris didn't reply, but he didn't dispute it either.

"Alright already" Jock protested.  "He belongs to you.  I got it.  But you
got to understand, I'm horny all the time.  And when I'm horny I kinda get
carried away and sometimes do things I probably shouldn't."

"Not to Chris you don't" Brett answered.  "But I have an idea.  Chris and I
need to go to the gym and workout this afternoon, and there are always hot
studs there.  Why don't you come with us and see what you can find."

"Now that's a good idea" Jock answered with a smile.  "Hell, I'll be twice
as big as anybody there, and the day that I can't find a stud at a gym that
want's to worship my muscles is the day the world comes to an end.  Let's
go.  I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

And the three spectacular, gorgeous, impossibly beautiful muscle boys got
up and headed out.