Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2016 08:12:22 -0500
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Five

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The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner

Subtitle: My Bully

Recap from chapter three: (Then Tanner saw something in Mr. Carson's eyes
that told him that he had already won, that he was in complete command, so
he dropped the subtle approach completely. Reaching down and grabbing the
hem of his T-shirt with both hands, he pulled it up and off, showing off
his astonishing muscular upper body.  Giving his biceps a quick flex, he
handed the T-shirt to Mr. Carson.  "Keep this for me, man, until
Thursday.")



Chapter Five

The door was locked.

"Well, I'll be damned" Tanner said.  "He's got more balls than I thought.
I didn't think he'd dare stand me up, the little prick."

Oops, I thought.  Tanner was pissed.  I knew Mr. Carson was going to be
very sorry for this.  Very, very sorry.  Tanner never let a slight go by,
so there was going to be hell to pay.  He did not stand for any disrespect
from anyone, even a teacher, so I knew Mr. Carson was in deep shit.

You don't really want to be around Tanner when he's pissed.

By the time we got to my house, he had built on that anger,

"That son-of-a-bitch.  That little cocksucker" Tanner said as we entered my
bedroom.  "I even brought a condom along with me for god's sake, in case he
was queasy."  Nope, he hadn't calmed down at all on our walk home.  Tanner
didn't use condoms, so to bring one along for Mr. Carson was a big
consideration, and he didn't do that for just anyone.  He was obviously
being particularly thoughtful of Mr. Carson, since he was a teacher, and
was planning to treat Him with respect when he fucked him.  "That
son-of-a-bitch" he repeated and turned to me.

"That little cocksucker.  I wasn't even going to work him over" he said.
"And I was going to use a condom when I fucked him."  Under any other
circumstances this would have been funny.  I mean, just think of the
context.  Tanner was going to rape him, but considered himself very
thoughtful for not beating him up first and fucking him raw.

"I've fucked school teachers before, back in Oro City" he said to me, "and
I treated them like dirt and they loved it.  But Mr. Carson was so pretty I
thought I'd make it special.  Well fuck me for doing it.  I'll never do
that again."

Tanner had let Darrell of the hook this afternoon because he was planning
to spend some time fucking Mr. Carson, so I was the only one here.  I was
the one who had to face his anger.  I can tell you that I know the blood
was draining from my face and I was shaking.  This was most definitely not
good.

I dropped to my knees and started untying his shoes.  This was a standard
procedure every afternoon anyway, because we always stripped down to our
underwear. I'd only removed one shoe when he pressed forward knocking me
back and actually stepping over me, and going to the bathroom.

"God damn it" he growled from the bathroom.  "GOD DAMN IT" he shouted.
This was even worse than I thought, because I'd never seen him this mad.
Under the best of times Tanner is volatile, so I knew this was going to be
horrible.

I stayed on my knees, crouched down on the floor, actually shaking.  I
mean, what could I do?  I couldn't run, and until he calmed down a little I
couldn't reason with him.

You know I love Tanner.  I'm madly, desperately in love with him.  But I
was also afraid of him.  Yes, there was definitely a fear factor.  I was
afraid of his moods.

"God damn it" he growled again as he came back into the bedroom and walked
up to the window.  "Get me out of these damn clothes."  I scurried over and
got his other shoe off and then his socks.  Before I could do more he
turned away and went over and grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.  "I
said get me out of these damn clothes" he snapped.  He grabbed his own
t-shirt, jerked it off and threw it aside.

I jumped and got over to him on my knees.  I grabbed the belt of his
cutoffs and unbuckled it, but before I could do more he turned off the TV
and threw the remote down.  He stormed back over to the window with me
crawling behind.

I don't think he even knew I was there, he was solely wound up about
Mr. Carson.  I was just part of the furniture at the moment.  I undid his
cutoffs and pealed them down over his big thighs leaving his bikini. Then I
got out of his way.  I went over and got on my bed trying to look small,
hoping that he wouldn't notice me.  He went over to the TV but couldn't
find the remote.  "God damn remote" he snapped as he looked for it.

When he found it he turned the TV on, but only for a minute or so, and then
turned it back off.  He just stood there for maybe two full minutes staring
at the blank screen, and then turned to me.  I cringed as he looked me in
the eye.

"He's a real son-of-a-bitch, isn't he" he said to me.  It looked like he
was beginning to calm down.  At least he now recognized my existence.

"Yes, he sure is, Tanner.  He sure is" I said, agreeing with him.

"I don't like that kind of attitude" he said.  "That pisses me off, and I
ain't going to let him get away with it."  That wasn't news to me, because
I know Tanner would never let something like this go by.  He saw this as a
direct affront to him.  He'd never let anyone do something like this and
let them get away with it.

At least Tanner was talking sensibly with me, so maybe the worst of his
anger was over.

"I was planning to fuck him, Charlie" he said, and believe it or not, he
actually smiled at me.  "What do you think I should do about that?"  Yes,
he was smiling, but it looked like his `I'm going to beat the shit out of
you' type of smile.

At least he seemed to be rational now.  He seemed to be back in control of
his emotions.  I hoped he was anyway.

"Where's Darrell, Master?" l asked, thinking maybe he could take out his
frustrations on him.

"I told him he couldn't come over today" he said.  "Shit.  He wanted it and
I said no.  Double shit.  Call him, Charlie, and tell him to get his ass
over here."

"I don't think he'll answer me, Master."  I was getting comfortable calling
him Master now, at least when I remembered.  It was a little strange at
first, but it was so fitting, him being such a gorgeous dominant muscle
god.  An obviously superior being.  And me, the insignificant little wuss.
I loved calling him Master because it just felt right.

 I loved him passionately but I knew it would be absurd to call him my
lover, because he was so clearly superior.  Yeah, he was.  He was superior.
I ain't disparaging myself or nothing but it was just so obvious that he
was an extraordinary human being.  Truly phenomenal.

I was simply thrilled that he gave me the attention that he did.  I loved
him for the delightful, warm, human being that he was, and yes, he was
delightful and warm.  Delightful and warm and probably the most beautiful
man on the planet.  So I also loved him for allowing me to be a part of
him, allowing me to be his best bud, allowing me to serve him, and best of
all, allowing me to blow him, the thrill of my life.

Tanner tossed me his cell phone.  Darrell answered before the first ring
was over. "Tanner?" he said expectantly.

"Charlie here" I said.  "Tanner wants you over here, stat."

"Fuck you, you little twat" he said to me.  "Let me speak to him."

"Likewise to you" I said into the phone.  "Tanner, he wants to speak to
you."

"Are you coming or not?" Tanner snapped as he took the phone.  Obviously he
was still pissed.  I'd been anxiously waiting for a couple weeks now for
Tanner to fuck me, but I sure didn't want it to happen when he's angry like
he is now.  "Okay" was all that he said into the phone, and he tossed it on
the bed.  "He's not coming" he said to me.  "The little fucker's at the
mall with his mommy."

Think fast, I said to myself.  Tanners anger was building up again, and
yes, I was nervous.  Hell yes.  I knew he'd want to release his
frustrations by fucking, rough fucking, very rough fucking.  As much as I
loved him, I didn't want to be a part of this.  Not when his anger is out
of control.

"Son-of-a-bitch"he said as he walked over to the window.  Then I had a
thought.

"JIM" I shouted.  "Jim Stanley."  I know Tanner had talked to him today
after fucking him last night, and I assumed he had laid down some ground
rules, since Jim was supposed to become part of his `harem'.

Tanner got a grin on his face.  "Call him" he said as he picked up his
phone and tossed it to me.  I was surprised that Jim was already set on
speed dial.

"Jim, this is Charlie."  'who' came the voice.  "Charlie, Charlie Vallier.
Tanner wants to know what you're doing right now" I said.

"Gimmy the damn phone" Tanner said.  Speaking into the phone he said: 'Jim,
I told you to be ready.  You know where Charlie lives? (pause) Well, get
over here."  Jim must have said something.  "Fuck your dinner" Tanner
snarled.  "I'll have Charlie make you dinner.  Just get over here.  Ten
minutes."  He threw the phone back on the bed.

"Will you stop prancing around here" he growled at me.  God, he was upset.
"Go get me something to drink."  I hurried out of the room as he turned the
TV on again.  I was happy to get away from his anger.  I wanted to take my
time getting him a drink, but I knew he'd get even angrier if I wasn't back
in double-time.  I grabbed a coke from the fridge and ran back upstairs.

He was lying in the beanbag chair as I handed him the coke.  As usual when
we were here in the afternoon, he had his hand on his prick keeping it
about half hard.  This is the way he kept it when he wasn't fucking.  I had
my doubts whether the thing was ever soft.

Tanner didn't say anything, in fact he didn't even look at me, so I went
and sat on the bed to keep out of his way.

The doorbell rang about ten minutes later.  "Go get him" Tanner said.  I
went down and opened the front door.

Jim took one look and said: "what the fuck?"

"Tanner's upstairs" I said.  He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me back
against the wall.

"You ever touch me again you little piece of shit, and I'll tear you into
pieces and feed you to the dogs" he snapped at me.

"I was only doing what Tanner told me" I wheezed since he was squeezing my
neck.

"You won't do it again" he said, and hit me, with his fist.  Jim's a big
guy, a really big guy, so he sent me flying about six feet over in the
corner where I landed in a heap.  I think I was almost unconscious since I
slammed my head on the floor when I landed.

I groaned when I finally was able to raise my head..  My head hurt the
most, but my jaw hurt like hell.  I felt my teeth with my tongue but
luckily he hadn't loosened any.  I was groggy and had trouble standing up,
but I did finally get to my feet.  The front door was still open but Jim
was gone, so I assumed he'd gone upstairs.  I closed the door and headed
up.

When I got up there I was surprised to see Jim still in the hall.
Evidently he was trying to get up his nerve to go in.

"Chickenshit" I said as I walked past him into my bedroom.

Tanner turned off the TV when we entered the bedroom, and stood up and
flexed, showing off his incredible physique.

"Remember this, Jim?" he asked.  Jim gulped and so did I.  Jesus.  Every
time Tanner flexed his muscles like that, and I'd seen it a hundred times
already; every time he flexed I was more impressed than the time before.
He was awesome.  He was herculean.  "You remember, Jim?" he repeated.

"Ahhh, yeah" Jim said.  "I ... ah ..."

"You need a refresher course?" Tanner said.  "You want a reminder of what
these muscles can do?"  Tanner had a big grin on his face as he said this.
I think he was hoping Jim would stand up to him.

"No, T-T-Tanner."  Jim gulped and stuttered.  "No.  I ... ah ..."

"I think you need to call me sir" Tanner said as he stepped up right in
Jim's face.  Jim's face now turned white, and I could see he was afraid.
He clearly remembered what Tanner had put him through last night.  But I
hoped Tanner would really kick the shit out of him again.  I wanted to see
it again.

"Okay, T-T-Tanner, ah ... sir.  I mean, yes sir" he said.  Can you believe
Tanner?  He was only seventeen years old but he had me and Darrell calling
him Master, and this big lug who had a couple inches on him and maybe fifty
pounds in weight, was calling him sir.  He's got to be the most amazingly
dominant stud in the nation.

"Good, boy" he grinned as he reached up and patted Jim on the cheek.  Jim
visibly flinched in fear.  "You sore from last night?"

"Ah ... yeah, sir" Jim said.  "Yeah, I am."

"Good.  That gives you something to remember me by."  Tanner was really
enjoying Jim's fear, and Jim was beginning to sweat.  Jim's fear was real
because it was that fear that brought him here.  He knew he had to do
Tanner's bidding or things could get really bad.  I don't know what Tanner
said to him in school today, but he obviously got the point across that
disobedience was out of the question.  I mean, he damn well knew Tanner was
going to fuck him or something and he still came over here of his own
volition.

"So, what do you want to do for me?" Tanner asked.  "You want to give me
your ass again?"

"Tanner, ah, sir.  Please" he murmured.  "I ... ah ... no, sir.  Ahhh
... no, sir."  Yes, he was sweating.

"What the fuck you think I brought you over here for?" Tanner snapped.  He
reached down and pulled his prick out of his bikini allowing it to slap up
against him abs.  He was hard.  Very hard.  That monster of his was hot and
ready with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.  "I've got something down here
that needs servicing.  What do you want to do about it?"

Tanner was standing there arrogantly with his hands on his hips, his
enormous schlong pointing at the ceiling, and those spectacular muscles
showing in all their glory.  What a vision.  He took my breath away.  And
he terrified Jim.

"Sir.  Ahhh ... sir" Jim said.  Then he turned to me.  "Will you get this
little shit out of here?"  Tanner didn't say anything but just looked at me
and nodded his head towards the bathroom door.  It was clear that it was
time for me to go.  I went to the bathroom and almost closed the door,
almost.

"Well?" Tanner said.

"Sir.  Please don't fuck me" Jim said.  He was pleading.  "Please don't
fuck me."  I couldn't see Tanner, but I could imagine a big grin on his
face.  He loved having guys pleading with him.

"Get on your knees" I heard him growl and then sounds of Jim getting down.
"I asked you a question, boy.  What do you want to do for me?"

"Tanner, I mean, sir.  Please" Jim pleaded and I think I heard a sob in his
voice.  ""I'll ...  I'll ..."

"You'll what?" Tanner asked.

"I'll suck you" Jim said softly.

"Oh, so you want to blow me?" Tanner said and I could hear the pleasure in
his voice.  "Really?  You want to suck me off?"

"Yes, sir" Jim said.  "I'll do it."

"Tell me you want to do it, Jim.  Tell me you want to suck my prick" Tanner
chuckled.  "I really like to hear guys tell me how much they'd love to blow
me."

"I want to suck your cock, sir" Jim obediently answered.

"You'd `love' to suck my cock" Tanner corrected him.

"I'd love to suck your cock, sir."

"Good, boy" Tanner laughed.  "Now, strip down.  I like my cocksuckers in
the nude."  I wondered how Jim would react to being called a cocksucker,
but as I opened the door a crack I saw that he was stripping.  He was
obviously too frightened to object or he simply knew he had no choice but
to do whatever Tanner wanted.  Or, horror of horrors, maybe he wanted to do
it!

Tanner went over and sat on the side of the bed and grabbed his dick.
"Over here cocksucker, on your knees" he said.  As always with Tanner,
complete and total humiliation.  I saw Jim, now naked, kneel in front of
him.  Tanner grabbed his hair forcing him to look up at him.  "Big,
strapping boy like you, Jim" Tanner laughed.  "I'll bet you've sucked
plenty of dick.  In fact I'll bet Jerod's got a nice one."  We knew Jim and
Jerod were best friends, but Tanner was guessing that they had a thing
going between them.  Jim was looking up into Tanner's smiling face.

"Answer my question" Tanner said.  "Has Jerod got a nice dick?"

"Ahhh ... yeah" Jim murmured softly, so softly I could barely hear him.
"Yeah, I've sucked him."

"Yeah, I figured" Tanner laughed.  "And how good is he?  You like having
your own cocksucker?"

"Yeah, he's sucked me" he answered.  I'm not sure, but I think he might
have grinned.  "Yeah, he's good."

Tanner laughed.  "I might check him out" he said.  I knew damn well he was
going to check him out because he'd already told me so.  "I'll bet Jerod's
got a nice dick.  What do you think of mine?"

"Ahhh ... sir" Jim mumbled.  "You're, you're awfully big."

"Yeah, I am" Tanner said.  "It's a good thing you've had some practice."
Tanner let go of his hair.  "Get on the dick" he ordered him.

"CHARLIE" he yelled.  "Close the door."  He startled me so much that I
actually fell back on my butt with a yelp, pulling the bathroom door closed
with a bang.  All was silent as I sat there and waited.

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

Mr. Carson was not in school on Friday.  He was either at a conference, or
out sick, or who knows.  Who knows what teachers are doing when the aren't
in the classroom.  I knew there was going to be a confrontation eventually,
but it couldn't happen until at least Monday.

So Darrell walked home with us.  Tanner had Darrell strip him instead of
me, and then had him suck on his dick for half an hour.  He specifically
made me stay in the room and watch, not even letting me turn on the TV.
Lying there on the bed, Tanner had Darrell suck him and then rolled him
over and fucked him.  Of course it annoyed the hell out of me that I had to
watch, particularly since Darrell kept grinning at me and winking, rubbing
it in that he was getting all of Tanner's attention, and not me.  I think
Tanner was punishing me for something but I wasn't sure what.  But I'm
always opening my mouth and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time so I
knew I must have deserved it.

After Darrell left, Tanner watched TV before going home, but he didn't let
me touch him.  I jerked off three times after he left.

That Saturday was one of the few days my mom had off from work, and she
insisted that I go with her to visit my Aunt and my Cousins.  Mom loved
Tanner and thought it was great that he was my friend, so she was perfectly
willing to give him the run of the house while we were gone.  Tanner told
me, yeah, he told me just to rub it in.  He told me that he and Jim Stanley
were going to spend the day together in my bedroom.  I tried not to think
what they were doing because all it did was make me sad.  Sad and mad.  Sad
and mad and jealous.  Sad and mad and jealous and resentful.

Darrell was a hunk and Jim was even hunkier, and Tanner was training both
of them to be his fawning fuckboys.  Even though Tanner kept saying that I
was his number one bud, I was really nervous about it because there's no
way around it, I'm a skinny wimp.  I'm what's called a pretty boy, and
although those guys may not have been 'pretty', they were both good
looking, and they had amazing physiques.

On top of that, even though I was getting damn good at it, I knew, just
from Tanner's reactions, that Darrell gave a better blowjob than I did.  It
was frustrating and scary.  Every day I wondered what I could do to show my
deference to Tanner, to show him my complete devotion and subservience.  I
loved him desperately but I was constantly terrified that he would dump me
for one of these hunky guys.

I mean just look at the list of potential members of his 'harem'.  Except
for me and Mr. Carson , they were all hunky muscle boys: Darrell and Jim
and Rasheed and Larry and even Jerod, and who knew who else Tanner was
looking at.  And Tanner had said more than once that his liked dominating
and fucking muscle boys.  Mr. Carson and I were the pretty boy types.

And besides, Tanner still hadn't fucked me.  He'd fucked Darrell and Jim
and planned to fuck Mr. Carson, but I was still a virgin.  It was crazy.  I
hoped he'd love fucking me so much that it would give me a better hold on
him.  I was determined to give him a fuck like he'd never had before.  To
be honest, I have to admit that for a week now I'd been greasing myself up
every morning just so I'd be ready.

So, I didn't see Tanner at all on Saturday and he spent the whole day with
Jim, so there was no doubt that Jim must now be a regular member of his
'harem'.

When Mom and I got home he was gone and he didn't answer his phone all
evening.  I was devastated.

Sunday morning, my Mom was working.  I told you, she has a crazy schedule.
Around ten o'clock when I was eating my breakfast, Tanner came walking into
the house.  He walked right by the kitchen and went upstairs, so I gobbled
up two more bites of my eggs and ran after him.

"Hi, baby, you miss me" he said as I hurried into my bedroom.  He was
smiling and I can only imagine what my huge grin looked like.  He held out
his arms and as I went into them he kissed me.  Holding me tight he
actually pulled me up off my feet and swung me around the room as we
kissed.  I was in heaven.

"Oh, yes, Master" I said as he broke the kiss.  I was almost sobbing with
emotion.  "I missed you so much."  He kissed me again and then put me back
on my feet.  He then stepped back showing that big smile that actually
warms my heart and leaves me breathless.  I had tears of joy in my eyes as
he raised his arms.

He raised his arms, as in: 'it's time to strip me', so I grabbed his
t-shirt and pulled it over his head, Then dropping to my knees I removed
his shoes and socks, and then his shorts.  His bikini today was yellow.
Since it was made of some thin 'spandex' stuff and the yellow color was so
light, he might as well not have been wearing anything, since it was nearly
invisible.  As always he was about half hard, showing a very large bulge in
the tiny bikini.  I'm not sure if I'd ever seen Tanner when he was
completely soft.

"Darrell's on his way over" he said calmly.  My smile went away instantly.
Darrell?  I was devastated.

"Darrell?  Now?" I asked.

"Yeah, Darrell" he said.  "And I don't want to hear any shit from you."
That sure shut me up, because he automatically assumed that I would
complain and I didn't want him to feel that way.  I've said over and over
that Tanner is a god, and he has the right to do anything he wants without
me objecting.  I know that.  I'm very clear on that.  Of course I loved
him, but I knew I had no claim on him.  Obviously my feelings will be hurt
and I'll be terribly jealous, but I didn't want Tanner to think I was in
the least bit possessive.  Even though I was.  A peon doesn't make demands
on his Master.

My tears of joy turned to tears of hurt though.  I was hurt that Darrell
was coming over, and I wouldn't have Tanner to myself, but I was also hurt
that Tanner expected me to create a scene.  I had to learn to hide my
emotions better.

"Okay, Master.  It's okay" I lied.  Sometimes it's better to lie.

"Did I ask you if it was okay?"  he growled at me.  "Do I even care if you
think it's okay?"

Shit, I did it again.  "Of course not, Master" I said quickly, realizing my
mistake.  "Sorry, Master.  Sorry."  Sometimes it's better to keep your
mouth shut, something I was having a terrible time learning.

"You'll stay and watch and if you're good, maybe I'll let you blow him" he
chuckled.

"What?  Master?" I said in shock.

"And if you're not good I may let him kick your ass."  He still chuckled.
I didn't know what to say, I was so shocked.  Why was he doing this to me?
Why was he mad at me.

"Master, what did I do?"

"You've been getting a little uppity, and it's about time you learned your
place."

"But Master ... "  I actually let out a sob.  Shit.  It seemed like I was
sobbing all the time with Tanner.  "But Master, I love you" I said.

"Fine, you love me" he said coldly.  "But you don't own me.  What did you
say to Darrell when I had Rasheed in the weight room?"  I just stood there
for a moment trying to remember.  Tanner had kicked me and Darrell out so
he could be alone with Rasheed.  But I remembered that Darrell had taken
off like a lightening bolt.

"Nothing" I said.  "Darrell left.  I didn't say anything to him."

"You told him you owned me.  You had me wrapped around your little finger."
This was just too much now.  I dropped to me knees in front of him.

"Please, Master.  I didn't say that.  I would never say that" I pleaded.

"How about Jim?" he muttered at me, giving me a glare.

"Jim" I asked in surprise.  "Jim Stanley?"

"You talked to him in school on Friday" he said.  Not a question, but a
statement.

"But ...  But ..."  How do you disagree with someone without disagreeing
with them?  "But, Master?"

"You told him he was going to become your regular cocksucker, because I'd
make him do it."  That was so outrageous that I was momentarily speechless.
That was so untrue and so unfair.

"But, Master.  Master."  I grabbed hold of his thighs and looked up at him.
He was angry.  "That's not true.  I didn't even see Jim on Friday.  Honest,
Master" I pleaded.  "Honest, I didn't talk to him.  I didn't even see him."
He knocked my hands away.

"Why do you still have your clothes on?" he snapped at me.  I was startled
at the change of subject, but I jumped up and ripped my clothes off as
quickly as I could while looking into his angry face, then I got back on my
knees.  I was sobbing now.  What was going on here?

"They're lying, Master.  They're lying" I sobbed.  "They're both lying."

"Why?" he asked.  "Why would they lie?"

"Because they're jealous, Master." As I said it I realized that that was
the truth.  Of course.  They were jealous.  They were jealous because I was
Tanner's number one boy.  "They're just jealous" I repeated.

"Yeah?" he queried.

"Yes, Master.  Yes" I said quickly.  "They're jealous because they want
..., they want to be your number one boy."

"You think so?" he said and actually grinned at me.  "You think they want
to be my number one fuck boy."  His grin got bigger.  The idea of those
hunks fighting to become his number one lackey must have been quite a turn
on.

"Yes, Master.  I'm sure of it" I pleaded.  "Please, Master.  You know I
wouldn't say those things.  I wouldn't.  I never would."  Tanner grabbed my
hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes, and just
looked at me, with that semi-grin on his face.

"So, they're jealous, huh?" he asked. and laughed.  "They want to fight
over my dick."

"Yes, Master.  I'm sure of it" I said again.  With his hand in my hair he
pulled me to my feet, and looked into my eyes.

"So, you've got some competition, huh?"  he said and laughed.  He was
obviously pleased to have three boys all fighting for his attention, and
for his prick.  He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  "You know what I'm
going to do to you?"  I was visibly shaking but he was grinning at me and
didn't seem to be angry anymore.  "I'm going to fuck you.  After Darrell
leaves, I'm going to fuck you."

My frustration and my fear blew away with the wind, and with tears still in
my eyes, I tried to smile back at him.  God, I loved him.  I think he knew
how desperately I wanted him to fuck me.  I just felt that once he fucked
me, it would cement out relationship permanently, and I wouldn't have to
worry so much about the competition.  He had to fuck me and he had to love
it.

He pulled me into a kiss.  A long spit exchanging French kiss.  When he
slid his hand inside my jockey shorts and squeezed by ass, my dick went
'sprong', instantly hard, and I got a glow in my heart that shot throughout
my whole body.  I was in heaven.

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I was standing by the door leaning against the wall waiting for Darrell to
show up.  I'd been here about ten minutes and was beginning to wonder if he
was coming.  Tanner was not going to be happy about him being late.

I hated it when Tanner sent me down to let his fuckboys in, because they
hated me.  Jim had damn near knocked me out last time, and Darrell had
threatened me.  I considered telling Tanner how mean they were to me, but I
was afraid he'd just call me a whiner or a wimp.  I am a wimp, I know that,
particularly compared to Darrell and Jim, but I wasn't a whiner, and I
didn't want Tanner to think I was.  Besides I was still his number one boy
and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that.

When the doorbell rang I opened the door, but I stepped back out of
Darrell's reach and got ready to run if necessary.  He sneered at me as he
entered, not bothering to close the door.

"You shit.  You lied about me.  I didn't say anything to you" I shouted at
him.

"I got your number, you little creep" he said.  "You just wait."  He
reached for me but I headed for the back of the house.

That was scary, because Darrell was a muscle boy, a good wrestler, a lot
bigger than me and he was willing to lie to Tanner about me.  I was really
going to have to watch my step.

When I got upstairs to my bedroom, I saw Darrell, still fully clothed, on
his knees in front of Tanner, head bowed in fealty.  "Are you my boy?"
Tanner asked.  That was all fine and good except that Darrell had a great
big smile on his face.  He loved this sort of thing, being totally
subservient to Tanner.

"Yes, sir" he said softly.

"My cocksucker, huh?  You my cocksucker?"  As always with Tanner, total
deference was required.  For anybody else, being called a cocksucker would
have been humiliating, but Darrell's grin got even bigger.  The
son-of-a-bitch liked it.

"Yes, sir" Darrell said.

"Good boy" Tanner said with a big smile.  "Show me how devoted you are.
Kiss my ass."

Darrell didn't move or say anything for a moment trying to figure out what
Tanner meant.  Then he said: "huh?"

"You listening?" Tanner snapped.  "I said kiss my ass.  Get that pucker up
and give my ass a good kiss."  Tanner didn't move, so Darrell looked up
with a questioning look.  "Move it" Tanner demanded.

Finally catching on, and seeing that Tanner was not going to move, Darrell
crawled around behind Him on his hands and knees and gave his ass a kiss.

I was still standing by the door, and had a huge grin on my face.  Shit, it
was so cool watching Tanner take total control of a guy like this.
Watching him humiliate a guy like that was a sight to behold.  But it
wasn't working with Darrell, because I could see from the bulge in his
shorts that he was totally turned on.  He was loving it.  The more
outrageous and demeaning Tanner was to him, the more he liked it.

"Don't kiss my bikini" Tanner snorted.  "Kiss my ass."  Darrell dutifully
pulled Tanner's bikini aside and gave his ass cheek a kiss.  "Good boy,
good boy" Tanner chortled, as he reached back and ruffled Darrel's hair.
"Now pull my bikini down."  Darrell did what he was told.  "Good, boy.  Now
stick your nose in my crack and give me a nice wet kiss."

I watched Darrell's face, and he was showing no emotion at all.  Completely
sober.  But he had his hand in his crotch, groping himself like crazy.  Oh
yeah, he was turned on.  Really turned on.

"You like that, baby?" Tanner asked, twisting around and looking back.
"You like kissing Tanner's ass?"

"Yes, sir" Darrell said, and I could tell it was heartfelt.  He really
meant it.  He was really turned on.  Without further instruction he jammed
his nose into Tanner's crack and kissed it several more times.

Tanner turned around, grabbed Darrell by the head with both hands, and
pulled him to his feet.  Holding his head, he pulled him into a kiss.  A
deep French kiss.  As it went on and on, Tanner reached down with one hand,
grabbed Darrell's ass and pulled him in tight.  With his other hand on his
head, Tanner now grabbed onto his hair and actually bent him over backwards
keeping the rough kiss going.  Yeah, a show of power and control, a show of
total domination.

And as best I could see, Darrell was melting in his arms.  Fuck.

Finally breaking the kiss and with one arm around him, Tanner reached down,
grabbing Darrell's legs and lifted him into his arms.  Darrell was a stud
and probably weighed 175, 180 but Tanner lifted him like a feather.
Holding him there in his arms and looking into his eyes, Tanner kissed him
again.  Darrell had a smile on his face that literally spread from ear to
ear.  Tanner, standing there holding him in his arms and kissing him, like
a bride or something, showing his incredible strength, must have been
driving Darrell into a state of ecstasy.  The expression on his face as
Tanner held him in his arms was something for the record books, total
elation.  As much as I was learning to hate Darrell, and as much as I hated
seeing him in Tanner's arms, and even as jealous as I was, this was turning
me on.  This was hot. But what I wanted, of course, what I would have given
my right arm for, was to be there in his place, in Tanner's arms.

Tanner carried him over and laid him down on the bed.  Then climbing on
top, he sat on his chest, slid up and rested his balls in his face.  Tanner
didn't say anything, but he didn't need to, because Darrell started lapping
away at his balls.  Tanner looked over a me and winked.  Yeah, winked.  I
wasn't sure what it meant, but at least he was thinking of me and he was
not mad at me.

Tanner's ten inches was standing straight up like a flag pole as Darrell
licked his sack, but from that position, sitting on his chest, there was no
way Tanner would be able to get his dick down into Darrell's mouth.  But he
tried.  Sliding back off of Darrell's face and grabbing him by the hair,
Tanner bent his very hard dick down and pushed it into his mouth.  The
angle was all wrong , but Tanner jerked on Darrell's hair and jammed four
or five inches of his enormous schlong into his mouth.

"Come-on, baby.  Suck on it" he said.  Darrell started sucking and Tanner
started dragging his head back and forth by his hair.  The only sounds for
the next ten minutes or so were Darrell's slurping sounds as he was force
fed Tanner's dick.

I didn't figure that would last because the position was just wrong for
face fucking, and I knew Tanner liked to stick his dick in deep.  Sitting
on a guy's chest while you fucked his face was a great show for
dominance/submission but was not practical for a great blowjob.

So I wasn't surprised when Tanner climbed off.  Getting off the bed
entirely, he grabbed Darrell and dragged him over so his head was hanging
over the side.  Now Tanner had a direct line from Darrell's mouth into his
gullet and he immediately took advantage of it.  Sticking his thumb in to
open him up, he stuck his dick into Darrell's mouth and pushed, jamming it
all the way to the root so his balls were crammed in tight against
Darrell's nose.. I actually saw the bulge in Darrell's throat as Tanner's
dick forced its way in.

I told you Darrell was a hell of a cocksucker, and he proved it now,
because as Tanner pulled back and slammed his prick in again, Darrell
didn't choke.  Tanner's ten incher was jammed deep into his throat and he
took it like a pro.  I was shocked and amazed, and very impressed.  I knew
I'd never be able to do that.

Pulling back again, and giving a gasping Darrell a chance to breathe,
Tanner started to fuck.  Nice steady even rhythm, he was jacking maybe
seven or eight inches into Darrell, just enough to get the feel of his
tight throat with each thrust.  Darrell reached around and grabbed Tanner's
ass cheeks and started squeezing them, actually encouraging Tanner to fuck
his face.

It was very hot, but I actually got tears in my eyes.  Jesus, Darrell was
good.  I just knew I'd never be that good.  I wanted to leave or at least
turn away, but Tanner had already made it clear that I had to watch and I
definitely didn't want to do anything to piss him off now.

Tanner kept it going, long and slow and deep, on and on.  Darrell must have
had a throat of steel because Tanner just kept going for ten and then
fifteen minutes.  His hands behind his head most of the time with his head
thrown back in delight, he just kept on and on plowing Darrell's face.
Every tenth stroke or so, he'd push and keep pushing until his crotch was
mashed against Darrell's face.  Then he'd give it a quick jab, trying to
increase his pleasure in the tight throat, before pulling back.  Darrell
was astonishing.

And then Tanner started groaning, evidently getting close.  I was surprised
because Tanner always started getting violent when he was getting close,
but this time he only went: 'ugh, ugh, ugh' and started to shoot.  He did
finally reach down and take hold of Darrell's head, but just to hold him
steady as he pushed in one final time.

He was obviously overloading Darrell because his cum began spurting out of
Darrell's mouth and dripping down over his eyes and into his hair.  But
Tanner just held him there, his dick deep in his mouth as he fired his
load.  He was quivering slightly in excitement as he fired, but he didn't
make a sound.

Then, finally, Darrell choked, and Tanner noticed. He immediately pulled
his dick out and Darrell spewed out his cum and took a huge gasping breath.
Obviously he hadn't swallowed much of Tanner's cum because he desperately
needed to breathe.

Tanner just stood there jacking his dick slowly as Darrell slowly
recovered.  "Roll over" he finally said.  Darrell rolled over and lifted
his head.  "Clean me up" Tanner ordered him.  Darrell dutifully licked his
cock clean, and then his balls and his crotch.

Tanner stepped back and turned to me.  "Now there's how you suck cock" he
said.  Turning back to Darrell and giving him a big grin he said: "Get up
here cocksucker".  Darrell was beaming as he got up off the bed. "That was
the best damn blowjob I've ever had" Tanner said as he grabbed him and
pulled him into a hug and a kiss.  "Best damn cocksucker in the world" he
said as he came up momentarily for a breath of air.  Darrell was grinning
up a storm as Tanner continued the kiss.

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I was feeling just about as low as I'd ever felt in my life.  Tanner was
simply ignoring me and giving all his attention to Darrell.  After the
blowjob, he'd taken Darrell into my bathroom and they'd actually showered
together.  He'd never offered to do that with me, and just to make it
worse, Tanner even made me get the towels for them.

'This deserves a celebration' Tanner had said.  'After the best damn
blowjob in history, we deserve a reward.'  So the three of us went out for
soda's.  I hated it of course because all Tanner could talk about was how
great Darrell was, and of course, Darrell was eating it up.  His face was
absolutely glowing.

Tanner had to know how I was feeling, how hurt I was by being ignored, but
he obviously didn't care.  He said he was going to fuck me this afternoon,
but I began to wonder.  Did he even remember?  And I was feeling so low
that I wondered if I even wanted it.  Let me tell you I was depressed.  It
looked like I was losing out to Darrell for Tanner's approbation and I was
devastated I just knew I couldn't compete with Darrell for Tanner's
affection.

Just to rub it in, Tanner had his arm around Darrell the whole way to the
malt shop, and even gave him a kiss or two, right out in public.  And when
we got there Tanner gave me the money, but I had to go get the drinks,
while he smooched up to Darrell.  I hated this more than anything, having
to wait on Darrell after he'd threatened me, and was busy stealing Tanner
from me.

Tanner was gushing over Darrell the whole time until we finished out
drinks.

"So, tell me, Darrell.  What did Charlie say to you in the locker room when
I was working out with Rasheed?"  Tanner asked sweetly.  My ears really
perked up at this.  Was Tanner going to confront him?

"Huh?  What?" Darrell said.

"You told me he said something to you" he said.  "What was it?"

"Ahhh ... he said.  He said ... " Darrell stuttered as he looked over at
me.  "Oh, yeah, the little shit said he owned you.  He said you'd do
anything he wanted you to do.  Yeah, that's what he said."

"He told you he owned me?" Tanner asked.

"Yeah, Tanner.  He was being a real shit and he said I'd better watch out
or he'd get you after me."

"You told me he had me in the palm of his hand.  That's what you told me
yesterday" Tanner said.  "Is that right?"

"Yeah, Tanner.  Yeah" Darrell said.  "He said that too."

"You're a fuckin lier, Darrell" Tanner said.

"No, Tanner.  No.  I ..."

"A lier, Darrell.  You made that up, and Charlie is very upset" Tanner
said.  "What are you going to do about that?"

"He's a shit, Tanner" he said as he began to sweat.  "I don't know what you
see in him.  He says all kinds of shit about you."

"You making this all up, Darrell, and you're beginning to get me pissed"
Tanner snapped at him and reached over and grabbed him by the shirt front.
"I don't like guys lying to me.  You appologise to Charlie right now or I'm
going to tear you a new asshole."

There was a long hesitation as Tanner held him by the collar glaring into
his face.  But Darrell knew he was caught.  "I'm ...  I'm s-s-sorry,
T-T-Tanner" he said softly.  "I'm s-sorry."  As he said that he glanced
over at me with a look of hatred, like you wouldn't believe.  God, I hated
this kid.  And now I really knew I was going to watch my ass because he was
going to be after me.  And, I didn't believe for a minute he was sorry, he
was only sorry he got caught.

"Appologise to Charlie" Tanner repeated, giving him a shake.  Charlie had
tears in his eyes now.  He didn't like having Tanner mad at him any more
than I did.

"Shit, I'm really sorry, Tanner.  I didn't mean ..."

"To Charlie, not me" Tanner said again.

"I'm sorry, Charlie" he finally said, but his eyes were shooting daggers at
me while he said it.

"Good, we'll say no more about it" Tanner said.  "Okay, Charlie?"  I wasn't
satisfied, and I knew Darrell was going to try to murder me at the first
opportunity, but what could I say.

"Okay, Master."  I made a point of saying 'Master' because I wanted Darrell
to see that I had a special relationship with Tanner that he didn't have.
Then I actually grinned at Darrell, or call it a smirk; 'the cat that
swallowed the canary' look of satisfaction.  I was definitely one-up on him
for Tanner's affection.

"Except" Tanner said and waited.  Darrell and I both looked at him
expectantly.  "Except, you owe him, Darrell.  You owe Charlie.  And you're
going to give him a blowjob."  Darrell and I both looked shocked, and then
the smirk on my face got enormous.  I almost llaughed.  "You're going to
blow Charlie this afternoon, Darrell, and I'm going to enjoy watching."  I
didn't dare laugh but Tanner did.  Darrell just had a horrified look on his
face.  "Yeah, I'm going to enjoy it, and so is Charlie."

"Tanner?" Darrell said, totally shocked.

"Shut up, Darrell" Tanner growled at him.  "You owe him and you're going to
do it.  That's settled.  So say it."

"Huh?" Darrell said.

"Say it" Tanner repeated.  "Tell Charlie you're going to suck him off."
You can imagine the look on my face.  I was glowing.  And of course Darrell
was shocked, mortified, devastated, appalled; and I loved it.

"Tanner?" Darrell gasped.  "Please."  Tanner just waited, glaring at him,
until he finally spoke.  "I'm going to blow you, Charlie" he mumbled
softly, not even looking at me.  It's hard to tell you how I felt, but I
suppose 'glorious' might be the word.

"Okay, enough of that" Tanner said.  "Darrell, what do you think of
Mr. Carson?"  The quick change of subject startled both Darrell and me, but
we finally got with it.

"Mr. Carson?  The chemistry teacher?" Darrell asked.

"Yeah, him.  He's gorgeous isn't he?" Tanner said.

"Oh, yeah.  He is gorgeous" Darrell answered.  "I just love looking at
him."

"I'm going to fuck him" Tanner said bluntly.

"Really?" Darrell said.  "You and Mr. Carson?  I'd love to see that."

"Good, you can come along" Tanner said.  "I'm going to fuck him today."

"What?  Today?  Now?" Darrell said in surprise.  I was surprised too.  In
fact I was shocked.  My joy at Darrell's humilation turned to misery, just
like that.  Tanner did forget.  He didn't remember his promise.

But then he turned to me.  "Listen, hon" he said as he reached up and
tousled my hair.  "I know what I promised, and I will make it up to you.
Actually, Darrell's going to make it up to you."  He moved his hand down to
my neck, giving it a friendly squeeze, and then down my back giving me
chills.  "Okay, hon?  Hmmm?"  His smile was so warm and friendly that I
melted right there as he rubbed his hand up and down my back.  "Don't you
worry yourself none, because your chance is going to come."  Moving from my
back he took hold of my hand and pulled it over to his crotch and held it
there.  He wasn't hard, but he wasn't totally soft either, so there was a
sizeable lump there.  "Maybe not today, but sometime soon.  Okay, honey?"

"Okay, Tanner" I said softly, totally bowled over by his soft voice and big
smile.  "Of course, Tanner."  Okay, so he wasn't going to fuck me today,
but I had the satisfaction of knowing that Darrell was going to be
humiliated like never before.  And, Darrel was an amazing cocksucker, so
this was something to look forward to.  My prick gave a surge in my pants.
This was definitely something to look forward to.

"Don't you worry yourself none, sweetheart" he said softly, looking me in
the eye.  "We'll get to it."

"Okay, Master" I said as I gave Darrell another smirk.

"Now to action" Tanner said.  "I'm going to fuck Mr. Carson today.  I found
out where he lives, and that fucker owes me."

"He owes you?" Darrell asked.

"Hell, yes.  The bastard stood me up.  He definitely owes me."

So we headed out to visit Mr. Carson, our chemistry teacher.

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