Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2016 15:16:53 -0400
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter 17

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The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner

Subtitle: My Bully

Chapter Seventeen


Before we go on, we really must have a conversation about something.  Is
Tanner a god?  Is Tanner supernatural?  I've said several times that he is,
but I was saying it mostly tongue-in-cheek.  I didn't really believe it.
But, what if it's real?  Could it be that he is what they call a puppet
master, and all these guys around him his puppets?

I mean, look what he did with my dad.  Can you really believe it?  He seems
that he turned him into his sex slave in barely an hour.  I simply can't
believe that that is humanly possible.

Here's what I have come up with.  There ain't no way that Tanner could
control the men and boys around him like he does without some special kind
of power.  I mean, just look at the things he has done.  Look at the guys
he is controlling.  We're talking about hunks.  Yeah, he only picks hunks.
Tommy, the monster muscle guy and Jim, the huge linesman from the football
team.  Jim weighs about 260 and Tommy weighs over 300, and those guys are
as masculine as they can be.  Tell me how Tanner could have made them into
his lackeys without some special powers?

Then there's Darrell and Larry the wrestlers, not huge but definitely
studs.  Then there's Rasheed, the perfect physical specimen bodybuilder,
and Jerod, the other football player.  And let's not forget Mr. Carter and
now even my dad.  Carter and my dad are both skinny guys but they are
adults, not kids.  And then there's that Oro City crew: Drew and Mr. Strump
and Mr. Gary and who knows how many others.

For god's sake, the reason Tanner's dad made them move here in the first
place was because Tanner had a whole gang of guys he was fucking in Oro
City.

And, here's the kicker, Tanner's never been wrong.  There hasn't been a
single guy that he has gone after that hasn't come around to being
perfectly happy to become his slave.  Not just his friend or his
acquaintance, because the don't just like him, they love him.  They love
him and love being not just his slaves, but his sex slaves.  They crave
getting on his dick.  That's a fact.  No normal human being could do the
things that he does.  I don't know if he can control women like he does the
men or not, because I don't think he's ever tried.

So, I would say, yes, he does have some kind of power.  There's simply no
doubt about it.  But what is it and where did it come from?  Is it some
special pheromone or fragrance?  Or does he hypnotize just by looking in a
person's eyes?  I don't know.  But I believe, whatever it is, he was born
with it, because this could not possibly be something he learned.

But ...  But, here's the big issue.  Here's what I think.

Tanner doesn't know it!  He doesn't know he has this ability.

He thinks it's normal to take command of anyone he wishes at anytime and
anyplace, because he's always been able to do it.  It's just second nature
to him and he just takes it for granted.  He thinks it's a normal everyday
occurrence that these guys should be falling all over themselves and each
other in order to get access to his big schlong.  I mean, you've seen it
yourself; they almost get into fights with each other trying to be next to
get that enormous prick up their butt or down their throat.

And think about this.  Tanner turns everybody into masochists.  He does.
He doesn't make access to his prick easy because he berates them and slaps
them around and requires them to perform to their upmost and give 110% of
effort to please him.  He roughs them up and makes them beg for more.  He
makes them beg to be allowed to serve him.  And yeah, Tanner's pleasure is
always paramount, and he makes sure his toys are focused on that and
nothing else when they're doing him.  He doesn't often allow anybody to
touch themselves when he's fucking them.

Okay, so we've resolved that he really has something special.  Now let's
talk about me, Charlie.  I'm a skinny runt with no special abilities of any
kind.  I'm a decent student in school, and I've got a pretty face, but
that's about it.  My pretty face does attract the girls which obviously
doesn't do anything for me, but there's absolutely nothing else special
about me.

Do you see what I'm getting at?  I am so fucking honored; really, really,
really honored to be a part of this godlike creature named Tanner.  I mean,
anybody would be happy to be allowed to worship him.  So, how is it that of
all the millions and billions of people on this planet, I'm the only guy
that has become the `best bud' of a god.  I don't pretend to understand it,
but I've got it; I've got him, and I can only thank my lucky stars and hope
that whatever it is he sees in me, he continues to see it.

Now, for one other issue.  How can I be such an asshole?  How can I be so
unappreciative and so stupid?  How is it that I just keep fucking up?  Not
only am I a wimp and a nobody but I'm a stupid nobody.  I have been honored
beyond belief, like nobody else in this world, to be allowed to associate
with Tanner, but I fuck it up damn near every time I'm with him.

My resolution.  I'm going to be good.  I'm going to be damn good.  I'm
going to be so good that he's going to have to love me.  I'm going to
worship him with all of my heart and with all of my soul, and with every
breath I take.  I will never, ever even consider disagreeing with him or
talking back to him again.  And if he's not very generous to me with his
dick, well, I'll accept it without complaint and just wait my turn.  And
.... I promise I'm going to keep my fucking mouth shut.  I swear.  I do so
resolve.

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Now, if you recall, Tanner came into my bedroom leading my father on a
leash attached to a dog collar.  Tanner gave me a big smile: that
proverbial `cat that swallowed the canary' look.

"You're Daddy and I have had a talk, Charlie, and he has agreed not to
change much of anything in our lifestyle.  Haven't you Charlie's daddy?"
Tanner said.

"Yes, sir" my dad answered.

Tanner chuckled.  "And he's promised to be good, haven't you Charlie's
daddy?"

"Yes, sir."

Have I said something about a `puppet on a string', or perhaps better said
as a `puppet on a leash'.  Tanner had been with my father not much over an
hour, and he now seemed to have a perfectly docile, obedient servant.  Wow!
Do you now understand about those special powers Tanner has?  His ability
to control those around him?

"And what about that school in North Carolina?" Tanner asked.

"Charles doesn't have to go if he doesn't want to."

"I don't" I said immediately.

"Then it's settled" Tanner said.  He unhooked the leash from the dog
collar.  "Now go get settled in."

"Yes, sir."

"Leave the collar on."

"Yes, sir."  My dad left the room.  All I could say was WQW!

So, how did I feel about my dad being a zombie?  I didn't give a shit about
my dad, I had hated him ever since he left four years ago and I still had
no reason not to hate him now, and since I was so much in love with Tanner,
I was actually thrilled to see this.  I even had an evil thought: maybe I'd
ask Tanner if I could share in the `dog walker' duties.  Wouldn't it be a
hoot to have my father calling me sir and following me around on a leash?
Okay, okay so I'm just dreaming.  You know me, you know Charlie would never
do anything like that.

Jim had been waiting patiently all this time; well maybe not so patiently
but at least he hadn't kicked my ass.  He had been watching TV from the
beanbag chair but now, with Tanner back in the room, he had gotten up.
Tanner walked up to him, and what a contrast.  Jim had Tanner by about
forty pounds and three or four inches; one big hunk of muscle, but Tanner
just out-shown him with his perfectly defined musculature.  Tanner had been
sweating so there was a glorious sheen on his light brown color which
really emphasized his incredible physique.  Jim still had his shirt off,
and looked terrific but still could not begin to compete with Tanner.  And,
as I have said before, light brown skin brings out the musculature so much
nicer than white skin..

"I'm sorry I've kept you waiting so long, Jim.  I know you've been dying
for a taste of my prick." Tanner said with a laugh.  He patted Jim a couple
times on the cheek and then pulled him down to a kiss.  He kept his hand on
Jim's head while Jim put his arms around Tanner's waist.  It was a long
warm kiss, and Tanner moved his hands to return Jim's hug.

"Jesus" Jim gasped as they broke the kiss.  "I've wanted this so bad."

"I know you have, baby" Tanner chuckled.  "I know you have."  As they went
back to the kiss, Jim reached down and grabbed Tanner's dick.

"Stop it, baby" Tanner said.  "Don't get greedy."  He pushed Jim's hand
away.  I knew Tanner would not allow this because he always called the
shots.

"Sorry, sir.  Sorry, Tanner" Jim said.  "But I want you so bad."

Tanner grabbed his hair and jerked his head back.  "You'll get it.  Just be
patient" he said.  "Charlie, strip him."  I had been just standing there
like an idiot, watching, but now I jumped and got on my knees and removed
Jim's shoes, socks and shorts.  Glancing up at Tanner and getting a nod, I
removed Jim's bikini as well.

Tanner pulled Jim's head down to his chest.  "I'm all sweaty, baby.  See
what you can do about that."  Jim started to lick.  Big muscle hunk like
Jim; he knew how to worship muscle.

Don't be angry with me, but I'm not going to belabor this action.  Just
accept the fact the Jim got one enormous dick up his ass, and he loved it.
No water sports this time though.  He left the house an hour later with a
big smile on his face (and probably a sore butt).

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So, Tanner fucked Jerod, and then he fucked my dad, and then he fucked Jim
and it was still only early afternoon.  Now it was just me and him, and as
far as I know he has nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon.

I saw no sign of my father when I went down and made sandwiches for us.  He
must have been in his bedroom.  Tanner came down and we had lunch, and then
went back up to my room.  Tanner didn't say a word.  Not one word while we
ate, and as you might expect, that made me nervous.

"What did you do this morning?" he asked gruffly as we entered my room.

Oh, shit.  I knew he wouldn't forget it.  I knew he'd remember that I'd
shouted at him.  Tanner never forgets.  I instantly dropped to my knees.  I
bowed my head and waited.

"I asked you a question" he said.

"Please, Master.  I'm so sorry" I whimpered.  Yeah, whimpered.  I knew what
was coming.

"Answer my question" he growled at me.

"Please, Master" I said, and I already had tears in my eyes.  I didn't mean
to ...."

"Answer my fuckin question" he shouted.  I was actually shaking now,
knowing that something really bad was going to happen.

"M-Master.  I s-s-shouted at you this morning.  I .... I ....  I .... I
didn't ...."

"You, my best bud?  You, the wimpy little son-of-a-bitch who says he loves
me?  You shouted at me?"

I started crying.  Yeah, I'm such a wimp, I couldn't help but cry.  I
didn't know what to do or say, so keeping my head down, looking at the
floor, I started to crawl towards him.

"Why do I put up with you, Charlie?" he asked.  "You can be such an
asshole."  When I reached him I started kissing his bare feet.  I knew
apologizing wouldn't do.  I'd just have to wait for him to get over his
mad.  And I had to hope he wouldn't hurt me too much before he was done.

Hurt me?  Of course he was going to hurt me.  I'd been a shit and I
deserved it.  I just hoped he wouldn't give me another one of those slams
to the stomach, which damn near pushed my belly button into my back bone.
I would gladly accept a few painful slaps to the face if he would just
forgive me.  For now there was nothing I could do except be as servile as I
knew how to be, and wait for him to do what he needed to do.

"Charlie.  My dad's gone and I don't have to come over here anymore" he
said.  I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a moment when he said
this.  I was shocked, really shocked.  I assumed he would knock me around
and then forgive me, but it looked like he was going to dump me.

"No, no, no" I said, almost hysterically.  I reached over and grabbed his
ankles.  "Please, Master.  Please don't go.  Please."

"I only came over here to get away from him in the first place" he said,
ignoring my pleading.  "There's really no reason for me coming over here
any more."

I didn't know what to do.  It felt like my life was coming to an end.
"Tanner, oh please Tanner" I sobbed, really crying now, and holding on to
his ankles.  "Please don't go.  Please.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  Master,
I'm sorry."  I started kissing his feet again, but fast and furious now.
"Please, please, please" I whimpered through my kisses.

Tanner just stood there, not saying anything, as I frantically kissed his
feet.  I kept whimpering 'please, please' over and over as I kissed.

After several minutes of silence, he stepped back, pulling out of my grip.

"Charlie.  Look at me."  I looked up with the tears dripping down my face.
"I do love you, Charlie, but ..."

I remembered that you never believe anything anybody says if it comes
before the word 'but'.  "I love you, Charlie," he said "but why should I
put up with your shit?"

"Please, Tanner" I said through my sobs and I looked up at him with my tear
filled eyes.  "I know I'm a shit, but I try so hard.  I try so hard to make
you respect me.  I really do.  I love you so much I feel like my heart is
going to break.  I'll do anything, Tanner.  Just give me another chance.
Please give me another chance."

"So, you think I should forgive you?"

"I don't deserve it, Master.  I know I don't, but I worship the ground you
walk on.  You know I do."  I was looking up at him, but because of my tears
I really couldn't see him.

"Wipe your eyes and look at me, Charlie" he said to me, so I did.  And he
was smiling.  Actually smiling.  "I know you were having a bad time this
morning, Charlie, with your dad coming and all.  So I don't blame you.  But
you must understand that I cannot allow you or anyone else to act that
way."

"Of course not, Master.  Of course not.  I'll never act that way again.  I
won't.  I promise,"

"I'll take that with a grain of salt" he chuckled.  "But I know you,
Charlie.  I know you're trying your best, but you're my `best bud' and I
still don't think you appreciate what that means.  You simply have to
understand your place here.  You must learn to conform completely to me
without any thought of disagreement.  I expect your obedience and your
complete support at all times and you must give it wholeheartedly.  I
expect only complete self-abasement from you.  Nothing less is acceptable..
You must try harder."

"Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.  Thank you, thank you."  I actually
sobbed again, but not from crying, but from relief.  He wasn't going to
dump me.

"Look me in the face, Charlie" he said.  I looked into his eyes.  As
expected, he hit me, a pretty good smack to the face. (whap) I did not make
a sound, but of course I thanked him.

"Thank you, Master."  He hit me again on the other cheek. (whap). "Thank
you, Master."  Hey I'm not minimizing this because it damn well hurt.
Tanner Is not gentle.

"I'm letting you off the hook here, Charlie" he said.  "But if there is a
next time, you had better understand that I will not be so lenient."

"Yes, Tanner, thank you.  I understand."  And I did understand.  I knew it
could have been a lot worse.

"I like coming over here, Charlie" Tanner said.  "And as we said to your
dad we're not going to make any changes.  Okay?"

"Oh yes, Master.  Yes."

"Now I've fucked three hot asses today and it's not even two o'clock yet"
he said as he walked over to the bed.  "So I'll tell you what I could use.
I could use a leisurely all afternoon blow job.  You think you could deal
with that?"

"Oh yes, Master" I said with relief, and excitement, as I crawled across
the floor after him.  He picked up the `Muscle Boy' magazine and lay back
and I got up between his legs.

"No deep throating" he said.  "Just a long leisurely blowjob.  I expect it
to last at least three hours."

On my knees between his legs, I lovingly took his prick in my mouth.  I
gently, very gently sucked on him for the next twenty minutes in that
position and he stayed only about half hard.  Then I lay down flat, put my
head on his hard muscled thigh and continued sucking.

I'd lay my head on one thigh for a while and then the other.  I'd spend
minutes with my face pressed into his crotch licking his balls.  I'd slurp
my way up and down his pole, and I'd even deep throat it once in a while,
but softly and gently.  It was easy to do since he wasn't fully hard the
whole time.

After a while Tanner put the magazine down and put his hands behind his
head and I think he actually dozed off a couple times.  He gave me no
direction at all, although one time he raised his legs, giving me access to
his ass, and I licked and sucked his ass for ten or fifteen minutes.

I wanted to worship that wonderful body of his but that was not in the
works.  This was a blowjob only activity.  I admit I wasn't thinking of
Tanner's pleasure every moment, because there were some things I really
loved doing.  For example, I'd slobber on his balls for a while getting
them very wet, and then I'd burry my face in there, rubbing my nose up and
down and sniffing his manly aroma.  God, he smelled good.  I just loved
pushing my face into his crotch, mashing my nose against him, and giving
him loving kisses.  I loved it, loved it, loved it.  I could almost say
that was for my pleasure more than his.  Almost.

No question about it I was in seventh heaven.  I mean, think of it, really
think of it.  Here was my Master, my hero, (my lover), a god among men.  A
guy who made my heart beat fast every time I looked at him.  A guy whom I
loved so dearly and overwhelmingly that just being with him gave me more
joy than I could have ever imagined.  And I had his dick in my mouth.  I
had his dick in my mouth for hours.  I've never had so much pleasure in my
entire life.

This did go on for a couple hours, and I was actually disappointed when he
said, 'suck me off, Charlie'.

I was disappointed but also thrilled.  Now I could show him what I could
do, what I was capable of.

The last blowjob I gave him was one of the best he'd ever had, he said so.
But I was going to make this one even better For one thing, I was so
nervous the last time, afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it, that I
never had a chance to actually enjoy it.  I mean, how often do you get a
chance to suck off a ten inch dick?  You'd better enjoy it while you can,
and I fully intended to enjoy it this time.

I'd been sucking him for over two hours and he never got hard the whole
time.  That was okay, that was what he wanted and I was happy with it.  Oh
yeah, I was happy with it.  But now I had to make him hard.

I didn't know if he'd object if I used my hands but I tried it and he
didn't say anything.  So I started sucking on two or three inches while
jerking it with with both hands.  Yeah, it you've got ten inches to work
with, there's plenty of room for two hands and a mouth.

It didn't take long before he started to grow and stiffen up.  That was
going to make it more challenging to suck on, but that was fine with me.  I
was definitely up for the challenge.  I kept at it for a couple minutes
while that monster of his grew up to its full size.  That's when he reached
down and pushed my hands away.

That didn't bother me in the least, I was ready.  Taking a deep breath, I
went down and down and down, letting the monster slowly sink into my mouth
and into my throat.  I kept going until my nose was buried in his crotch
hairs.  And I held it.  I swallowed a couple times because I knew that
would feel fabulous on his dick, and it did, because he groaned.

I got a hot flash of pleasure hearing that.  I hadn't even started and I
already had him groaning in pleasure.  I swear this was definitely going to
be the absolutely best blowjob he'd ever had.

I stayed there for thirty, forty, fifty seconds before pulling back.  "Oh
shit" he said softly as I pulled back.  So I did it again; all the way down
and holding it, keeping my tongue moving and swallowing so he'd feel the
tightness of my throat.  Again, it was at least forty seconds before I
pulled back.

But sucking cock isn't just deep throating, so when I pulled back I started
working a good six or seven inches, moving my head up and down and keeping
good suction.  And you can bet I was enjoying it.  I was enjoying it most
because I knew Tanner was enjoying it, but also because I knew I could
handle it, and finally, why wouldn't I enjoy sucking on a big one?

Anybody that loves sucking cock, and that definitely included me, would
have to be in pig heaven with a big fat ten inches in your mouth.  You
can't grin when you have a monster like Tanner's dick in your mouth, but
you can bet I was grinning on the inside.  Jesus, did I love this!

Remember, I'd been at this for over two hours, so I knew it wouldn't take
much more to bring him off.  Whatever pleasure I was going to get, I was
going to have to get quick.  So I deep throated again.  And again.  Tanner
groaned in pleasure each time I did it.

I went back to sucking, but started to move my head faster.  I'd bob up and
down five or six times, and then take him deep and swallow against his
dick.  Then I'd do it again.

It wasn't long before I felt Tanner shudder and felt his hand on the back
of my head.  He was there already, ready to blow, way before I was ready.
I wanted more.  But Tanner was now in charge.  With his hand behind my
head, he pushed down hard, forcing his dick all the way in, and then humped
his crotch up against my face a couple times trying to get even deeper.

Grabbing me by the hair, he jerked me up almost off of his dick, and then
slammed me down, banging my face against his crotch and holding me tight
with his enormous strength.  He held me there and again humped his crotch
into my face over and over, actually throwing my entire upper body up in
the air with each thrust.

Dragging me up, he slammed me down again, and then again.and yet again.  I
was trying to get a breath each time he pulled me up, but was not totally
successful, so I was running out of breath.  I was on the verge of choking,
but I was fighting it.

Dragging me up one last time, he pulled mc completely off of his dick,
reached down and slapped me across the face. (whap) I gasped, but was able
to get a good breath as he grabbed his dick, aimed it towards my open
mouth, and slammed me down one last time, jamming my face tight into his
crotch.

"Shit, shit, shit" he screamed as he ejaculated into my throat; once,
twice.  I knew my face was red and I was going to choke, but luckily he
dragged me up giving me a split second to swallow, before his third shot
fired into my mouth and not in my throat.  I still felt like I was choking,
but I forced myself to hold on as he continued to ejaculate.  I would
totally ruin the moment if I coughed now, before he was finished cuming.

So I held on as he loaded my mouth with cum, not quite as much as you might
expect because he'd already cum three times that morning.

When he fired his last shot, I pulled up and swallowed and gasped and
coughed, actually trying to swallow and breath at the same time.  I was
barely able to manage it, swallowing the cum and then taking several
enormous gasping breaths as I started to recover.

I finally recovered enough to look up at Tanner and saw that he had this
enormous smile on his face.

"You are a champ, Charlie" he said as he reached down ad gave me a couple
loving pats to the cheek.  "Without question, that is the best blowjob I've
ever had.  You can bet I'm going to have my dick in your mouth every Sunday
afternoon from now on.

I was still gasping and trying to get my breath.  But I said: "Thank you,
Master."  Then I got a brainstorm, knowing the perfect thing to say.  "It
is a real honor, Master, to be able to suck you cock.  Thank you for giving
me this pleasure."  Yes, it was clever of me to say this, but in fact I
believed it.  It was an honor.  I did feel honored.

Tanner got an enormous grin on his face.  Yeah, I said the right thing..
"You're welcome, baby" he said, again patting my cheek.  "We'll be doing
this again real soon.  Real soon."  That's what I wanted to hear.  Hell,
I'd suck him three times a day if I could.

I hadn't cum myself, but actually I didn't care.  I was so thrilled of what
a great job I had done, and how pleased Tanner was.  I couldn't wait until
the next time.

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One thing I must say about Tanner is he's consistent.  He is what he is.
When I fuck up he's going to punish me.  I know that, and he never forgets.

Also, he's always in charge, no bones about it, he's the boss, and it's
clearly understood by everyone.  And I mean everyone.  You see him in the
hall surrounded by a bunch of kids, and when he talks it becomes silent.  I
think that's why he had such a problem with his father.  He said his father
was a real shit, demanding, and impossible to get along with.  But,
actually, I'll bet Tanner just couldn't stand anyone having authority over
him, and obviously his father had that authority.  Of course, I'd never
even hint to Tanner that I thought this.

Tanner is seldom moody.  Oh, he can get angry.  Oh yes, let me tell you he
can get angry; I've experienced it.  However, he never loses complete
control; he tends to keep his head together even in the worst of times.

So I was surprised one day when he started out grouchy from the moment we
headed for school.

"Something happen last night?" I asked.  He didn't say a word so there was
a long pause.

So I tried again.  "Are you okay, Tanner?  Is everything okay?"  He still
didn't say anything.

So once more.  "Are you feeling okay, T....."

"Will you shut up" he snapped at me.  Well, that took care of that.  I
remembered my promise to myself to keep my mouth shut.  I zipped it.

But something was obviously wrong, because he never acted like this.  The
best that I could come up with was that it had something to do with his
mother, the nut case.  It was just a guess, but I couldn't think of
anything else that could have happened overnight.  I'm sure he'll tell me
later, because I know he doesn't keep secrets from me.  He confides in me.
He trusts me.  I'm his 'best bud'.

I saw him several times during the day and at lunch we went out to the
bleachers with Jim and Jerod and he seemed a little more relaxed.  Our
conversations were generally about school activities, football and stuff
but today we talked about other guys, at least Tanner did and when Tanner
talked we listened.  Evidently he had his eye on a couple freshmen.
Freshmen for gods sake; fourteen year old's.  I didn't know who they were
but I knew they had to be something special, because Tanner only goes after
hunks; guys with pretty faces and muscular bodies.  And there weren't many
fourteen year-old's like that around.

Perhaps to make us jealous or something, Tanner talked about how great it
would be to see those two pretty faces buried in his crotch.  So, of
course, that led the conversation to Tanner's dick.  Yeah, somehow Tanner's
dick came up quite often in discussion, but how could it not?  We were all
lusting over it all the time, and I know Tanner liked hearing us talk about
it.

Today, while we were joking around, Tanner made Jim and Jerod each get down
and kiss his shoe, and we laughed about it.  Jim and Jerod wrestled for a
couple minutes until Jim sat on top of Jerod and made him give.  Anyway,
Tanner seemed to be feeling pretty good.

After school while standing in front of his locker Tanner handed me his
backpack and said: "Let's go see Mr. Carson."  That was fine with me.  He
seemed to be in a better mood now, but if he was still down in the dumps I
didn't want to be on the receiving end of his frustrations when we got
home.  Let him take it out on Mr. Carson.

As we turned from the locker, there was Darrell, standing in front of us.
It was really awkward because of course I'd been avoiding him all week.  I
still had feelings for him, and would have liked to still have him as a
friend, but I knew it would have been difficult.  And not.for one second
would I consider disobeying Tanner.

I don't know what Tanner had said to Darrell, but he made it clear to me
that he was no longer a member of our group, his haram.

"Tanner, sir.  May I carry your backpack?" Darrell asked.  There was a
pause as Tanner just looked at him..  He didn't say anything, and I didn't
dare say anything.  "Nothing more; sir" Darrel said.  "Just that.  I'd love
to carry your backpack for you.  Please."  As you recall, Darrell had
carried Tanner's backpack damn near every afternoon for weeks, and he'd
even carried Tanner's books around during the school day.  "Please, sir" he
said.

Tanner hesitated for a moment.  Then spoke.  "Hand it over, Charlie" he
said and walked away.  I handed the pack to Darrell, and he winked at me.
So hell, I winked back.  Maybe we could still be friends after all.  But I
knew I'd have to be careful.  I don't think I'd dare be alone with him,
because, remember, I'm a wimp and he's a stud.  He could probably make me
do anything he wanted with one hand behind his back..  Just imagine.  But,
as exciting as that sounds, I loved Tanner too much to allow anything to
happen.  Besides, I knew Darrell would never do anything like that to me.

I liked Darrell, and evidently Tanner still had feelings for him too, or he
wouldn't have allowed him to carry his pack.

I hurried down the hall to catch up with Tanner with a big smile on my
face.  I really liked Darrell and of all Tanner's boys, he is the only one
that actually likes me.  Darrell actually said he loved me.

"Lock the door" Tanner said as we entered Mr. Carson's room and saw that it
was empty.  Empty except for Mr. Carson, that is.

"Hello" Tanner said brightly as he walked up to Mr. Carson's desk.  "How's
my favorite cocksucker?"  Mr. Carson looked pleased at first, obviously
happy to see Tanner, but then he frowned, hearing Tanner's `cocksucker'
comment.

"Tanner, please.  We're in school" he said.

"Yeah, I noticed."  Showing a big smile Tanner walked right up to
Mr. Carson and pushed his thumb in his mouth.  "Suck" he said.  Mr. Carson
swung his chair around to face him and sucked.

"Good, boy" Tanner said. (boy?). "So, how's my favorite cocksucker?" he
repeated.  "You miss me?"

"Tanner, please.  Not in school" Mr. Cason said as Tanner pulled his thumb
out.

Tanner reached and grabbed Mr. Carson's hair, giving it a jerk.  "You ain't
listening, Mr. Carson.  I asked you a question.  How's my cocksucker?"

"Tanner, please."

Tanner yanked on his hair, dragging him off of his chair onto his knees.
"Answer my fuckin question" he growled.

"I'm ....  I'm .... I'm okay"

"You miss me, cocksucker?"

I think Mr. Carson understood Tanner as well as any of us; his arrogance
and incredible ego, .so he knew Tanner was going to do what he was going to
do, no matter what.  It was simply easier to go along with him.

"Yes, I missed you" he said.  And it sounded completely heartfelt too.
"Yes I did."

"Show me" Tanner said.

"Please, Tanner."

"Show me" Tanner repeated, looking down at him.

Giving into the inevitable, Mr. Carson reached out and unbuckled and
unzipped Tanner's pants, and pulled them down.  When he reached to pull
down Tanner's bikini, Tanner stopped him.

"Suck on it" he said.  "Suck it through my undies."  So Mr. Carson leaned
forward and started sucking on Tanners growing piece of meat.  It didn't
take long for it to start sticking out like a tent pole.

"Okay, get it out."  Mr. Carson knew there was no point in objecting any
longer and since he must have seen me lock the door, he pulled Tanner's
bikini down.  As he leaned forward to take it in his mouth, Tanner put his
hand on his forehead, stopping him.

"What's that do for you?" he asked.

"Ahhh, ahhh" Mr Carson said, not knowing quite what Tanner wanted.  "Ahhh,
it turns me on?" he said in a questioning tone.  "Yes, it turns me on."

"Is that all you've got to say?" Tanner asked.  "This dick that you haven't
seen in weeks.  This dick that you were wild over?  It turns you on?  Is
that all?"  Actually it hadn't been even two weeks, but I didn't need to
remind Tanner of that.

"It really does turn me on, Tanner.  And I want to suck it."  Tanner had
one hand on Mr. Carson's forehead, and now, reaching over, he slapped him
across the face with the other.  Mr. Carson yelped and got a shocked look
on his face.

"I don't give a flying fuck what it does for you.  I want to know what
you're going to do for me.  Tell me what you see" Tanner growled at him.

Like a light turning on, I think Mr. Carson realized what Tanner wanted
from him.  "It's beautiful, Tanner and it's huge.  I've never even imagined
anyone having a dick like this one.  And I want it.  I .... I .... I want
to suck it, for you.  For you Tanner.  I want to give you the blowjob of
the century."

Now Tanner smiled.  That what he was asking for: clear acknowledgement that
it was Tanner's pleasure that was paramount, and Mr. Carson was just the
provider; the utensil or the orifice.

"Open your hole, and stuck out your tongue" Tanner said.  Mr. Carson
obeyed, opening his mouth.  Tanner banged his almost fully hard erection
against his tongue a few times, and then pushed in.  Mr. Carson took it
with pleasure.

"I've got to get home, so let's make this quick, babe" he said as he let go
of Mr. Carson's head and let him take over.

He had to get home?  Why?  He didn't say anything to me.  Was it something
to do with his mother?  What else could it be?

Mr. Carson really got going, on his knees right there behind his desk,
while Tanner stood there, hands on hips, looking down at him.  As you
already know, Mr. Carson is an accomplished cocksucker, so I watched really
close to get ideas for improving my own sucking.  In fact, the last two
times I'd sucked Tanner, I'd had a picture in my mind of how Mr. Carson did
it.  He was a Master.

Somebody tried the door twice while Mr. Carson was sucking, but they went
away.  But it was only ten minutes later when Tanner started panting.  This
was Tanner's first ejaculation of the day so he was hot, and Mr. Carson was
a miracle worker anyway.  His technique of sucking and licking and deep
throating was phenomenal.

Tanner always takes charge at the end, just before the ejaculation, so I
was surprised and impressed when he kept his hands on his hips and let
Mr. Carson do his thing, and finish him off.  He went through the normal
contortions and the moaning, but he never moved his hands from his hips.
He also didn't react when Mr. Carson finally pulled back and licked the
final drop of cum off of his dick.

"You got something to say?" Tanner said, looking down at him.  Mr. Carson
looked puzzled for just a second.  Then he knew what to say.

"Thank you, Tanner.  Thank you for letting me suck you."

That was what Tanner wanted, and he now got a great big grin.  "You are
terrific, Mr. Carson.  As before.  My favorite cocksucker" he said and he
bent down and kissed him on the lips.  (favorite cocksucker? Mr. Carson?  I
had to do something about this). That hurt when he said it, so I knew I had
work to do to change his mind.

I unlocked the door and we headed out.

Duane (aka: Gladiatorkid)



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