Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 11:07:04 -0500
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner

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The life and times of Daryl Tanner

Chapter One



"What did you think of that kid, Charlie?"

"Well, I ahhh ... I didn't think he'd be such a wimp" I said.  "I thought
he was a tough guy."

"He was a tough guy, he was a hunk and he knew how to fight" Tanner said.
"He's on the wrestling team for god's sake.  But it don't matter to me.  I
can wipe up the floor with guys like that any day of the week."

"Yeah, I could see that" I said.

"He was a tough guy, but now he's a wimp.  My wimp" Tanner laughed.  "It
was kinda fun, though, kicking the ass of a hunk like that."

"Yeah, I could see you were having fun."

"Hell yes, I loved it.  I was having a ball.  You must have noticed what a
hell of a hard-on I had.  Lording it over a stud like that is pure
euphoria.  It makes me so fuckin hot."  Tanner was glowing with pleasure as
he remember the event.  "But what did you like best?" he asked.  "What
turned you on the most?"

"I think..., I think it was when you had your knee in his back and was
twisting his arms and rubbing his face in the dirt.  He was screaming in
pain and you were laughing.  That was really cool."

"Yeah, he was screaming like crazy.  But I was holding him and jacking his
arms with one hand and jamming his face in the dirt with the other.  No
sweat.  You noticed that, right?"

"Hell, yes, I noticed that" I said.  "You made it look easy."

"That's what these muscles are for" he said as he flexed his right bicep
forcing it to bulge into a huge seventeen inch mass of muscle.  "That kid
thought he was strong until he ran into me, didn't he?"

"Yeah, that's what I said" I answered.  "He's looked like a hunk.  You
don't look like that if you don't workout a lot."

"I guess I showed him what real muscle is like" he said.  "Come here,
Charlie.  Feel this muscle."  I'd only known Tanner for three weeks now,
after his family moved in across the street, and he was a hunk and a half.
A real muscle kid.  He knew it and was proud of it and loved showing off.
"Come here and feel this muscle."

I was sitting in front of the X-Box and Tanner was sitting in the beanbag
chair.  One of those big round things that you could curl up in.  I said
I'd only known him for three weeks, but I already knew he was terribly vain
and very much in love with his body.  With good reason, of course, because
his physique was spectacular; he had big bulging, perfectly defined muscles
and he was gorgeous and he loved being admired.  I can assure you this
wasn't the first time or even the tenth time he's asked me to feel his
muscles.

I walked over and put my hand on his bulging bicep.  "It's amazing, Tanner.
Absolutely amazing."

"Don't just touch it, man.  Feel it.  Get a good feel.  Tell me what it
feels like."

So I used both hands and rubbed them over his amazing bulging bicep,
getting a good feel.  Just like all the other times he had me feel him up,
I had to say something.  I had to verbalize it and tell him how amazing he
was.  "It feels like a fuckin rock, Tanner.  Like steel or something.  It's
really hard, and it's really big.  There ain't nobody around with an arm
like this."

"You bet, nobodies got an arm like this" he said.  He seemed to be
satisfied with my comment so he dropped his arm and I went back to my
chair.  "But that kid, Darrell.  What a wimp he turned out to be" he said
with a big grin on his face.  "But it was fun.  I really enjoyed kicking
his ass.  It was a lot more fun than those other runts that I stomped."

He lay back on the chair with a big smile on his face as we reminisced.  "I
loved it when he was howling and begging me to stop.  That always turns me
on."

"But, Tanner.  You had him begging and crying for fifteen minutes or more"
I said.  "How many times did he yell `I give'?  Ten?  Fifteen?"

"Hey, I gotta have my fun" he laughed.  "The little shit gave up way before
I was ready to quit.  Hell, I'd barely warmed up when he started begging me
to stop.  If I'm going to kick a guy's ass I'm going to do it right."

Tanner was a bully.  A real bully who loved beating up on kids.  He just
seemed to like hurting people.  And since he was all muscle he could take
just about anybody on, and it seemed, he was always looking for an
opportunity.  And it didn't take much.  Tanner had a chip on his shoulder
and if anyone even looked at him in the wrong way he'd jump at the chance
to take offense.

>From the very first day I met him, when he slammed me up against the wall
of my bedroom because of something I said, I learned to treat him with kid
gloves.  I was super careful about what I said to him, because he was
overly sensitive and he never let anything go by.  If he thought anyone
gave him even the slightest hint of disrespect he'd pound the hell out of
them.  I know because he'd pounded me.  After he pounded me three times, I
learned to keep my mouth shut.  He was a hunk and I was a skinny runt, so I
was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend anyway, but I was always a
little on edge when I was with him, careful not to provoke him.

Tanner had only been here three weeks and he'd beat up three kids already
for some slight he thought they had given him.  Darrell was the fourth.
Tanner had bumped into Darrell in the hall one day when I was with him,
deliberately I think.  Hell, I know it was deliberate.  Tanner bumped him
on purpose.  He'd already told me he thought Darrell was a stuck up shit,
so, for some reason, he had it in for him from the beginning.  When he
bumped him, Darrell turned and said `watch it', and that was enough.  When
I heard him say that I knew he was dead meat.

"Did you like it when I made him eat dirt?" Tanner asked as he put his
hands behind his head, basking in the memory of the beating.  He was lying
back in the beanbag chair with a big grin on his face.

"Yeah, that was cool" I said.  "But you'd been rubbing his face in the dirt
anyway."

"Rubbing his face in the dirt and making him eat dirt are completely
different things" he said.  "He ate it because I'd kicked the shit out of
him and forced him to do it.  He did it because I made him do it.  I was
holding his hair and holding that dirt in front of his face while he was
bawling his eyes out, and he licked it out of my hand because he knew he
had no other choice."

`Well, yeah.  You made that clear.  It was eat dirt, or the stomping would
go on.  Yeah, he knew that."

"You also noticed that I made him thank me for it" he gloated.  I admit I
laughed at the time because it was amazing, watching that hunk Darrell,
lying at Tanner's feet crying his eyes out, begging Tanner not to hurt him
anymore, and then thanking Tanner for beating him up and thanking him again
for making him eat dirt.  Tanner was laughing at him as he did it just to
humiliate him even more and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.  It
was horrible, but it was funny.  And it was hot.  Very, very hot.  It gave
me one hell of a hard-on.

"He's going to be my lackey" Tanner said emphatically.  "My first one.  My
first one after you, that is.  I've decided."

"Lackey?" I questioned.  "What do you mean, lackey?  I'm to be your
lackey?""

"Yeah, I'm tired of being the good son" he said.  "This is bullshit.  I
gotta let loose.  I gotta have some action."

"Huh?"  What does that mean?"

"It means I been being good" he said.  "My dad said he'd kill me if I
didn't behave this time, and I've been behaving, but I'm sick of it.  A
stud like me has got to do what he's got to do. "

"What's that?" I said.  "You've been good?  Tanner, you've beat up four
guys since you've been here and you're saying that's being good?"

"That doesn't even count" he said.  "So I kicked their butts.  So what?
Big deal. That was just for the fun of it, for the exercise for god's sake.
I didn't do anything else to them.  I didn't make them pay."

"I don't understand" I said.

"You'll understand soon enough.  You're going to be my number one lackey."

"But Tanner" I said, surprised, to say the least.  He was being really
weird.  "I'm not your lackey.  We're friends.  You're my friend.  I'm not
your lackey."

"You don't think so?" he chuckled.  "You just don't know it.  Come over
here."

"Huh?" I said.

"I said, get over here" he repeated as he sat up in the bag chair.

"What?" I asked.  "What do you want?"  I knew something freaky was going on
here, but I didn't know what.  I'm to be his lackey, his flunkey?

"Charlie" he snapped.  "I said get over here."  I hesitantly got up and
walked over to him.  "Get down here."  I got down on my knees in front of
him.  He slapped me.

"Aaoooh" I yelled.  "Tanner?  Why'd you do that?"  I put my hand to my
cheek because it really stung.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"What do you mean did I like that?" I asked.  "That hurt."  He slapped me
again on the other side.

"Yeeooh" I yelled.

"Did you like that one" he asked calmly.

"Tanner, please" I yelled.  "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to" he said, and slapped me a third time.  I yelled once
more and tried to get up and back away, but he grabbed me by the neck and
held me there in front of him.

"Please, Tanner.  Don't" I whimpered.  "Don't."

"You're going to answer my fuckin question.  Do you like it when I hit
you?"  He jerked my hand away from my stinging cheek and hit me again.  I
know my cheeks must have been turning red because those slaps really stung.

"Tanner, please.  Don't hit me" I pleaded.  "No, I don't like it.  How
could I like it?"

"Wrong answer" he said.  I had both of my hands in front of my face, trying
to protect myself, but he knocked them aside and hit me again, forehand and
backhand.  I started crying.

"Tanner, you're hurting me" I cried.  "Please, don't."

"Tell me what I want to hear" he demanded, "or I'll keep hurting you."

I finally got it through my thick skull what he wanted.  "Okay, okay" I
yelled.  "I like it, god damn it.  I like it."

"You like what?" he growled at me.

"I like you hitting me, damn it" I yelled angrily through my tears.  It was
stupid thing to say but I had to say it.  "Okay?  Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, that's it" he chuckled.  "Now that's wasn't so hard, was it?"  He
grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up next to him in the chair.
Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulled me in close, hugging me and
grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

I was still sniffling as he pulled my head down on his shoulder.  "It's
okay, babe.  It's okay" he whispered into my ear.  (Babe?)

He held me there, in the beanbag chair, for probably an hour without saying
a word as we watched the TV.  He had his hand on his crotch the whole time,
giving it a good squeeze occasionally, keeping the massive bulge looking
massive.  Did I tell you about Tanner's big bulge?  It wasn't simply big.
It was enormous, gigantic.  He had to be twice as big as me and that ain't
no exaggeration.  And I ain't no midget either.  He had to be at least ten
inches, maybe even twelve.  He was simply huge.

And he was really proud of it.  That's why he had us strip down to our
underwear when we were alone, and he always kept himself semi-hard.

After Tanner went home and I climbed into bed, I jerked off, as per usual.
But this time I was not thinking of the guy in the muscle magazine.  I was
thinking of Tanner.  I was thinking of Tanner's arm around me.  I was
thinking of him playing with his dick.  I shot a gusher.

Was I gay?  I hadn't experienced anything but I was pretty sure of it.  I
knew I was only interested in boys.  Cute boys turned me on a lot more than
girls did.  And boys with muscles, like Tanner, turned me on even more.
But, no way in hell was I going to let Tanner know that.

Tanner and I had become pretty close in the past three weeks, and I was
really learning to like him and respect him.  We walked to school together,
walked home together, ate lunch together, and spent the afternoons and many
evenings together in my bedroom.  So far, I seemed to be his only friend,
and I basked in that.  He was such a hunk and I was just a skinny wimp.  He
worked out all the time and was really built, and was very handsome as
well.  I was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend.

-------------------------------------------------

The very next day I was with Tanner when we saw Darrell in the hallway.  He
had a Band-Aid on his forehead and another on his cheek and he also had a
couple bruises showing.  Tanner had made a mess of his face.

Darrell stopped and looked down at the floor when Tanner stepped in front
of him.

"What did your parents say?" Tanner asked.

"Nothin, Tanner.  Nothin" he said, his voice quivering.  "I didn't say
nothin."

"What did you tell them?"

"I said it was some guys I didn't know, Tanner" he croaked.  "Honest,
Tanner.  I didn't mention you."

"Good boy" Tanner said with a smile.  "Here, I don't need my math book
anymore.  Bring this by my locker after school."  He handed Darrell his
math book.

"Okay, Tanner" he answered as he took the book, never once looking at
Tanner's face.  I guess I wasn't completely shocked, since Tanner had
really worked the kid over yesterday, but even so, it was obvious that
Tanner was going to turn him into his lackey, his servant.  Shit!  That was
amazing.  That was hot.

"He said it was `some' guys" Tanner said to me and laughed.  "He'll never
admit that it was just me alone, and I didn't even break a sweat."  I
laughed along with him.

Darrell was waiting at Tanner's locker after school.  "Here's your math
book, Tanner" he said as he held it up.

Tanner pulled his backpack from his locker.  "Put it in here, boy" he said
and Darrell put the book in his pack.  "You gonna thank me?" he asked.

Darrell looked up at Tanner's face for the first time, with a look of
surprise.  "Huh?  What?"

"I let you carry my book for me, you should thank me" Tanner said simply.

There was a slight pause, but then Darrell thanked him.  "Thank you,
Tanner."

"You want to carry my backpack home for me?" Tanner asked.

"Ahhh ... what?  Ahhh ..." Darrell sputtered.  "I've got practice, Tanner."

"Bring it by my house when you're finished" Tanner said, handing him the
pack.  "No.  On second thought, bring it by Charlie's house.  I'll be over
there."  Tanner turned and walked away with me scurrying along behind him.

The fact is, Tanner was always at my house.  He had a real prick for a
father so he avoided going home as much as possible.  I didn't have a
father at all and my mother worked some strange shift which took her from
3:00 PM to midnight.  She even worked weekends to get the extra pay, so I
rarely saw her.  I took care of myself.

Tanner and I were playing `Call To Duty: Modern Warfare' on the X-Box when
the doorbell rang.  As usual with Tanner, we had stripped down to our
underwear.

"He's here" I said as I put the controller down.  Tanner headed downstairs
with me following behind.

"Come on in" Tanner said as he opened the door.

Darrell looked really startled because Tanner was damn near naked.  His big
muscular body totally intimidating, and his half hard prick barely covered
by his bikini.  Darrell looked him up and down and visibly gulped.

"I ... I ... I can't stay" he mumbled.  "I've got to get home to dinner.  I
just wanted to bring you your pack."

"I said, come in" Tanner repeated.  Darrell gulped again, and looked like
he was beginning to sweat.  But he stepped into the room as Tanner closed
the door.

"Here's your pack" he said, holding it out.  Tanner just stared at him for
a moment, his arms folded across his muscled chest, making no attempt to
take the pack.  Darrell held it there wondering what to do and becoming
very uncomfortable.  "Here ...ahhh.  I've ..." he stuttered.

Finally Tanner nodded his head over towards me, and Darrell handed me the
pack.

"You got something to say to me?" Tanner said menacingly.  I could see that
Darrell was shaking, and his sweaty face was turning white in fear.

"I ... ahhh ... ahhh ..., Tanner.  I ..." he stuttered.  He didn't know
what to say.

"Did you thank me, Darrell?" Tanner growled at him.

"Oh shit" Darrell mumbled under his breath.  "Thank you, Tanner" he blurted
out.  "Thank you.  Thank you for letting me carry your pack."  Tanner put
his hand over Darrell's mouth and chin and pushed him backwards, banging
his head against the door.

"Are you my punk, Darrell?" he asked.  "You my punk?"  Darrell only thought
about it for a second and then said what he knew Tanner wanted to hear.

"Yes, Tanner" he said, his voice muffled by Tanner's hand. "Yes I am."

"Tell me" Tanner growled as he squeezed Darrell's cheeks painfully.  "Tell
me you're my punk."

"Yeah, Tanner.  I'm your punk.  I'm your punk."

"Prove it" he said.  "Get down on the floor and kiss my feet."  There was a
long pause while a visibly shaking Darrell absorbed this command.

"Tanner ... please" he pleaded softly.

"Do I have to kick your ass again?" Tanner said aggressively.

"No, Tanner.  Please, no" Darrell actually shuttered.

"So get on your fuckin knees and kiss my feet."

As I watched in amazement, Darrell got down on his knees, bent over and
kissed each of Tanner's bare feet.  Then he looked up into Tanner's face.

"Now get the hell out" Tanner ordered him.  "Be here in the morning to
carry my pack to school."

"Okay, Tanner" Darrell said with some relief, obviously happy to be able to
get away.  Tanner and I headed back up into my bedroom.

"I slapped you yesterday" Tanner said to me as he lay back in the bean bag
chair.  "Have you decided that you liked it?"  Of course, I had thought
about it.  I was still sore.  But, again, I knew he had to be treated with
kid gloves, and I knew the answer he wanted.

"If that's what you want, it's okay, Tanner" I answered.

"Yes, that's what I want" he said, "but that's not what I asked you.  Do
you like it when I hit you?"  I still didn't want to say it, because no, I
didn't like it.  I didn't want him to hit me.

"Tanner ..." I started to say.

"Get your buns over here" he snapped at me.

"Tanner, please" I pleaded, but he just glared at me, so I walked over to
him.  He nodded his head, telling me to get down on my knees, which I did.
I knew he was going to hit me, but he was so quick that I didn't have a
chance to prepare anyway.  `Whack!'

 This time my head snapped around.

"Yeeeaaaoooh, Tanner" I yelled, putting my hand to my cheek.  He just
glared at me for a minute or so as I rubbed my cheek.  This was the hardest
slap yet.

"I like hitting guys, Charlie" he said calmly.  "And I really like hitting
you.  Is that okay?"

"Tanner ..." I whimpered.  "Please ..."

"Tanner, please" he said in a squeaky voice, mimicking me.  "If I like it,
you like it.  That's the way it is."

There was a long pause while the tears dripped down my cheeks and he glared
at me.  "Okay, Tanner" I whimpered.  "If that's what you want."

"Yeah, that's what I want" he said firmly.  "Now put your hand down."  It
was clear what he wanted.  I had to get my hand out of the way, and he was
going to hit me again.  But what could I do?  I put my hand down.  `Whack!'

He hit me again on the other cheek, hard.  Again, almost knocking me over.
I controlled myself this time and did not yell even though it really hurt,
but I let out an involuntary "Ouch" instead.  My tears were streaming down
my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down next to him, putting
his arm around me again.  Surprisingly, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay, babe" he said.  "You'll get used to it.  You'll be my number
one boy.  Okay?"  Hugging me tight against him, he looked into my eyes from
only inches away.  "Okay?" he repeated.

"Okay, Tanner.  Okay" I blubbered through my tears.

"Good" he said.  "You do what I tell you and you can be my best bud."  He
grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

Almost immediately, he put his hand on his crotch and began squeezing his
dick, so it wasn't long before he had that enormous bulge showing again.  I
always wore jockey shorts but Tanner wore skin tight little bikini
underwear in light colors.  They were some thin synthetic material that
stretched and hid very little even when he was soft, and when he was hard
it stretched and showed everything, a perfect outline of his dick through
the material.  It held him in, barely, but otherwise he might as well not
have been wearing anything.

After only a minute or so, he grabbed my hand and pulled it over to that
big bulge.  "You do it" he said.

"What?" I said, really shocked.  He wanted me to play with his dick?

"Keep it hard" he said as he continued watching the TV.

As you can imagine, since I thought I was gay anyway, I'd certainly been
aware that Tanner was very big down there.  Hell, I'd had wet dreams as I
fantasied about touching it, or even sucking it.  I'd never sucked
anybody's dick of course, hell, I hadn't even touched anybody before, but
the internet was full of that stuff so I wasn't totally ignorant about it.

"You want ..." I started to say, but he interrupted me.

"Do what you're told" he said.  So, I grabbed on to his dick, while mine
suddenly sprung to alert and got so hard it was painful.  I felt a shot of
pure energy shoot through me from head to toe.  Tanner was actually letting
me touch his dick!  I was excited.  I was thrilled, I was hot and I was
hard; really hard.  Shit, the biggest, hottest dick on the planet and I had
it in my hand.

Was Tanner gay?  Of course not.  He couldn't be gay.  I knew that.  He was
the straightest, butchest guy I'd ever met.  But straight or gay, if he
wanted me to play with his dick, I was sure happy to do it.  I started
massaging it through his bikini.  This went on for maybe ten minutes while
he stayed hard as a rock.

"Get it out" he said finally.  Again he surprised me.  Evidently he was
going to let me jerk him off.  I pealed the bikini off of his dick allowing
it to shoot out and then slap against his abs.  And what a dick.  I could
barely reach my hand around it.

"Easy" he said.  "Just hold it."  Obviously he did not want to get too hot
and did not want to cum, so I held on to the monstrous thing.  Not jerking
it but just holding it in my hot little hand.  That dick felt hot to the
touch but I was so hot myself that I was about to explode, so I
accidentally let out a moan.  It was embarrassing but I was moaning in
excitement just from touching him.

"You like that, huh?" Tanner chuckled.  "Yeah, I got a big one.  Everybody
likes it."

"Everybody?" I asked.

"Yeah, everybody.  Why do you think we moved here?" he laughed.  "My dick
was getting too popular."

"What?  No" I stammered in surprise.  "You moved because of your dick?"

"Yeah, my dick.  Everybody wanted my dick" he laughed.  "They just couldn't
get enough of it."

"That's why you moved here?" I gasped.  "You're got to be kidding."

"Hell, no" he laughed.  "Once I got somebody acquainted with my dick, they
always wanted more.  And I did one hell of a lot of `acquainting'.  The
neighbors next door and the one across the street, my gym teacher, my
cousins, my buddies Larry, Sal and Neil, and even Larry's girlfriend.  And
a bunch of others too, maybe a dozen more.  They all wanted my dick.  Even
my Sunday school teacher for god's sake.  Hell, even my Mom.  I had a list
of cock worshipers a mile long."

"Even your Mom?" I asked in shock, as I forced my eyes away from his prick
and looked into his eyes.  "No way!"

"Yeah, my Mom" he laughed.  "She never actually did anything but she sure
admired my bulge all the time.  Where do you think I got all these skimpy
little bikinis?  She bought them for me."

"I don't believe you" I said.  But of course I believed him.  Every word.
He was so obviously dominant and arrogant and aggressive, that, along with
that monster dick of his, it was easy to believe that he could get anybody
he wanted to go down on him.

"So, it ain't no surprise that you want my dick" he said as I again pried
my eyes away from his massive pole and looked into his face.  "You want to
suck on it?" he asked simply, giving me a big smile.

After what he just said, I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was.  This
straight he-man.  This muscled super-boy.  He wanted me to suck him?
Really?  Me?  Insignificant little nobody?  I felt another surge shoot
through my body right up to the tip of my prick.  Just that quick, I was on
the verge of cuming.  He saw my shocked look and chuckled.  "Go ahead,
babe" he laughed.  "Get down there and lick it.  You're going to love it."

I was not quite sure what reality was right now, and whether he really
meant what he said.  He acted so straight and so butch it just seemed
unlikely he'd let me suck him.  Was he kidding?  I was a wimp.  I was a
nonentity while he was like a god.  He was going to let me suck him?

Or was he just playing with me and would he murder me if I dared to do
anything?  I didn't know what was going on with him, but I'd had wet dreams
about sucking his dick, so I wasn't about to let this opportunity get away.

I got down on the floor between his legs, and looked up at him.  He smiled
at me.  I stuck out my tongue and gave his big rod a lick, up one side and
down the other.  He was still smiling so he liked it.  It was heavenly.

I licked up and down the rod a couple more times.  Tanner grabbed me by the
hair and pulled my head up and smiled at me.  "You're doing good, babe" he
said and slapped me.

I yelped: "Yeaoh!  Tanner!"  From delightful repose to painful misery in
one second.  He didn't hit me all that hard, but it hurt and it caught me
by surprise, causing me to yelp.  He told me to lick and he said I was
doing good, and then he hits me.  What was going on with him?  He was
holding me by the hair and looking into my eyes with a big grin on his face
as I put my hand to my sore cheek.

"Put your hand down" he said calmly, still grinning.  I put my hand down.
Very coolly, still holding my hair, he raised his hand slowly and
deliberately, holding it in front of my face.  Then he swung, slapping me
once again.  I saw it coming and squinted but couldn't do anything else.
"Yeaoh!" I yelped.  He put his hand to my face rubbing it all over which
was kind of humiliating, and I guess showed he was in charge.  He kept
right on grinning at me.

"You gotta thank me when I do something for you, Charlie" he said as he
grinned.  "You gotta thank me and you've gotta kiss it."

"Huh?" I said.  He put his hand in front of my face.

"This is the hand that hit you" he said.  "Kiss it."  I just looked at him
with a shocked look on my face.  I had to kiss his hand after he hit me?
He couldn't mean that.  "I said, kiss it, god damn it" he snapped at me,
his grin going away.  I may be slow on the uptake, but I'm not totally
stupid.  I kissed his hand.

"Now thank me" he said.  I was now on the same wavelength as he was, and
realized that I had to do whatever he said.

"Thank you" I whispered.

"For what?" he asked softly.

"For ... for ... for my ..." I stammered.  "Thank you ... for hitting me?"
I questioned.

"Yeah" he chuckled.  "You gotta thank me every time.  Now get on my dick.
You're going to love it."  I had tears in my eyes as he let go of my hair
and pushed me back down on his dick.  I licked.

Tanner was uncut, but when he was hard the skin pulled back showing an
enormous head which I wanted to take in my mouth, but he pushed me away and
told me to continue licking.  So for the next fifteen minutes I licked and
slobbered all over his dick.  At one point he had me remove his bikini and
then pushed my head down to his balls as he grabbed his dick and started
playing with it.  He was occasionally banging his hand against my nose as
he had me work on his balls.  I loved it.

After another ten minutes or so of me slobbering on his balls, he grabbed
my hair.  Pulling me up over his body forcing me to scramble, he pulled me
up to his face.  Holding me there for a few seconds, looking me in the eye,
he spit on me.  I was horrified.

"Tanner" I yelled.  I couldn't believe he spit on me, right in my face.  I
felt my super hard-on throbbing in my jockeys.  Spiting on me?  This was
horrible, but Jesus, did it ever turn me on.  "Tanner, what are you doing?"

"Shut up" he snapped at me.

"Tanner, please" I whimpered.  "Please."  He ignored me and moved his hand
over my face smearing the spit all over.  As he looked into my eyes, still
holding my head up by my hair, he deliberately spit into my face once more
and then smeared it all over.  I just stared at him in shock.

Not for a second did I consider saying something or objecting to what he
was doing.  Tanner was twice my size to begin with, and could have broken
me in half with one hand if he wanted to.  Besides, I didn't understand why
he had picked me to be his friend in the first place; a god like him and a
skinny wimp like me.  So, in some ways I knew I was just a convenience for
him.  Someone to keep his ego pumped.  And I knew it was an honor to be his
friend.  Yeah, no question, it was an honor.  So if hitting me and spitting
on me and humiliating me was a requirement to be his friend, I guess I'd
have to accept it.

So, now, he was slapping me and spitting on me and humiliating me, but he
was also having me lick his prick which was the most exciting thing I'd
ever done.  With the pain comes the pleasure, I guess.  But why was he
doing this?  I didn't have an answer, except that he was a bully.

"Thank me" he said, holding my head up by my hair and grinning into my
face.  "Thank me for spitting on for."  The way things were going, I guess
I wasn't even surprised that he said this.  I thanked him.

"Thank you, Tanner" I mumbled.  "Thank you for spitting on me."

"Good boy," he laughed and fluffed my hair and then pushed me back down to
his crotch.  "Take it in your mouth" he said.

So I did.  I took the head of that monster in my mouth.  I couldn't believe
how wide I had to open to take it, but it was so exciting that I couldn't
stand it.  I mean it, I was so fuckin turned on that I couldn't stand it.

So, yes, I did.  I shot my load.  I ejaculated.  "Uggh, uggh, uggh" I
grunted as I fired shot after shot into my jockeys.  I pulled back off of
Tanner's cock but he only laughed.

"You little fucker" he laughed.  "You are a hot one aren't you?  You're
going to make one hell of a cocksucker."  I was horribly embarrassed and
couldn't even look at him as my ejaculation kept on and on.  He gave me a
minute or two to recover before he said anything.  "Get back on my prick"
he said, reaching down and tapping me lightly on the back of the head.  I
glanced up into his face and saw he was still laughing.  "It's my turn now"
he said.

So I took his cock in my mouth again.  Obviously I know you're supposed to
jack it up and down as you suck so that's what I did.  I took as much in my
mouth as I could comfortably fit, probably a good five inches, and started
sucking up a storm and bobbing my head up and down.

Tanner just let me go at it, and as I looked up I saw his eyes closed and
that ever-present grin pasted on his face.  Seeing that grin on his face
really turned me on because I knew I must have been doing something right.
Let me tell you it absolutely thrilled me to know that I was capable of
giving my muscle boy pleasure.  My muscle boy.

For the longest time Tanner just lay there with his eyes closed not saying
anything, just letting me have my fun with his prick.  And I found out what
heaven was like.  Sucking him and licking him and then back to sucking, I
was doing everything in my power to make this good for him, and it was
working.  I kept my eyes on his face and that smile told me that he was
enjoying it, really enjoying it.

You would not believe what a thrill it was for me to see that look on his
face, knowing that this hunk, this muscleman, this super-boy, was getting
totally turned on by my actions.  Me.  Skinny little insignificant me. I
was hard as a rock all over again.

Then I felt his dick start to throb, and he moaned softly.  He was going to
cum.

I felt his hand on my head as he grabbed my hair with one hand and his dick
with the other.  Holding me there and maybe pushing another inch of dick
into my mouth almost choking me, he started to shoot.

"Swallow it, baby" he murmured.  "Swallow."  I swallowed, trying to keep up
with the flood of fluid shooting into my mouth.  It didn't have much taste,
but was kind of gooey and slimy.  Not slimy, not slimy at all, but more
like gooey sweat.  It was shooting into my mouth and Tanner was gasping and
moaning, so I knew he was loving it.  And so was I.  I kept staring up at
his face as his whole body was shaking.  He was so beautiful it took my
breath away.

He was holding my head and not allowing me to move, so I was swallowing as
fast as I could as he loaded my mouth with his sweet cum.  Yeah, sweet.
Anything coming from Tanner had to be sweet.

But he actually overwhelmed me and some of his cum leaked out of the
corners of my mouth.  But then, after I'd swallowed an unbelievable amount
of cum, he final quit shooting.  He removed his hands from my hair and from
his dick, but I didn't move.  I didn't want it to end.  That look of
pleasure on this muscle god's face was like total joy for me and I was
hopelessly in love.

I was still gulping, getting the last of his cum as he opened his eyes.
His smile get even bigger as he looked down at me, and I gasped and I think
my heart may have missed a beat.  I don't know how to describe true love,
but it brought tears to my face.

"Clean me up, babe" he chuckled.  "I think you missed some."  I swirled my
tongue around his softening dick a couple more times and then pulled back,
allowing his it to slap against his abs.  Keeping my eyes glued to his, I
stuck out my tongue and started licking up the cum from his crotch hairs.

After a couple minutes of watching his smiling face, I took his dick back
in my mouth.

"Woah, baby" he laughed.  "Woah.  That's enough."  He grabbed my hair and
pulled me off his dick.

"Please, Tanner.  Please.  Let me suck you.  I'll suck you all night if you
want" I said, actually pleading with him.  Hopelessly in love?  I was
desperately in love!

"Don't worry, hon.  You'll get plenty of chances" he said with that big
smile.  "I'm going to teach you how to really suck cock.  You're going to
learn what `deep throat' is all about."

My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I knew if I even touched it
I'd shoot a gusher, but it didn't matter now anyway.  All that mattered was
my new god's pleasure.

Tanner grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up over his body so our
faces were inches apart.  That incredible smile of his was driving me
absolutely crazy.

`Say please" he said.

I wasn't sure for what, but I said: "Please."  He slapped me.

He didn't hit me hard, but it was hard enough to sting.  Even so, I forced
myself not to cringe, but to keep the smile on my face.  "Thank you,
Tanner" I said joyfully.  God, I loved him.

"Open your mouth" he said.  I did what I was told, even though I thought I
knew what was coming.  He spit in my mouth.  Yeah, right in my mouth.

"Thank you, Tanner" I said, smiling at him as I made a big production of
swallowing his spit.

"Master" Tanner said.

"Master" I repeated after him.  Tanner pulled my face down to his and gave
me a quick kiss on the lips.  A kiss!  A real kiss.  Right on the lips!



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