Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2007 19:33:41 -0500
From: blbstee@aol.com
Subject: Serving Justin - Chapter 4

This is chapter 4 of Serving Justin.  I hope those that enjoyed the first
three chapters will enjoy this chapter.  More coming if the interest is up.
Write me at Blbstee@aol.com Let me know your thoughts and parts you liked
best.  A lot more chapters ahead with good response.  Special thanks to
those that are keeping it going by giving me those comments.  It is
autobiography so I am only using those that apply for this text.


Serving Justin -- Chapter 4


	I rose up from my slightly bent over position as I let my shorts
drop down to the floor as Justin made his last comment and my head bowed
before him as his cock strained involuntarily, jutting out towards me from
between his hips as it sensed my glance and body language bordering on
submission to the pricks desire.  The pearl of precum large and growing
larger at the tip of the heavy wide head of his rigid prick, the cockslit
opening, flaring, to let his insistent lubricating and coating fluid find
its purpose, which he intended to be in my mouth.  No release from my
bondage to him until I did what I had promised him he had said.  And I knew
what he meant, even if my mind did not want to acknowledge it now.  My mind
raced.  It hadn't been a promise really, but an agreement that I would let
him cum in my mouth in the afternoon and I did, but regretted it, the
actual sensations of heavy, thick, hot, mouth filling cumload different
than I had thought and I had let it flow from my mouth rather than swallow
his sperm filled fluid, but the residual cockcream remained heavy in my
face and I had swallowed some, but I knew now how much it could be.  It was
gross, like he had said, but more than that it was humiliating and it came
to me so heavily once he had ejaculated hard and forcefully.  Even heavier
than my own heavy jack off explosions in my own bedroom and bathroom at
home.  And his cumshots had been so powerful and now he wanted that
experience at my expense again, but to swallow.  He wanted that.  No longer
was he just wanting to get off or shoot in the air while I got nothing.  He
wanted his cumload, his full cumload heavy and hot deep in my belly,
circulating through me, making me his sexual vassal.  Those thoughts passed
through my mind in a flurry as I saw his face become more demanding and
expecting.
	"If it drops from my prick before your mouth catches it, I'm gonna
kick you in the balls man and then really choke you on me while you are
holding your kicked nuts," he said.
	I knew he meant it, he was really horny.  The shower session had
gotten him hot, really hot, but I felt a rush of masculine resistance at
his words though.  I decided I would relish fighting the prick.  But I knew
his home was not the place to do it.  But still, the jock in me wanted to
take the conniving bastard on as the heat rose in me.  But he had all the
balls in his court – which could be taken in so many ways I realized as the
thought crossed my mind.  Even if I won there was still the files he said
he copied on CD.  Even if I wrecked the computer he had, it might only make
things worse.  He said he had the CD's in several places now – "for
safekeeping" - he had smirked with boyish, confident insolence, the same
insolent confidence that I had used on others myself when talking about
beating their team in sports or in individual competitions and now I heard
it in an entirely different context against me.  My body slumped back into
submission as my mind had done.
	I saw his muscles tense as the precum drop grew so large its weight
was greater than its elastic tension could hold and it began its descent
from the cockslit of his prick as more fluid forced its way up his thick
hard shaft and in reaction to the situation, the predicament, the
consequences of failure to do this act, my muscles, my body reaction was
quick even though involuntary and I dropped to my knees before him,
acknowledging my complete submission and fear of the consequences if I
didn't do what he wanted.  My body down on my knees, face uptilted, mouth
opening, tongue stretched to catch the heavy drop of precum already three
or four inches down from his dick but still connected by its source like of
precum and I heard him bark a quick laugh, but I had kept us from seeing
whose nuts, whose body would take that beating as his precum landed on my
tongue and then his right hand reached out to grip my hair and pull me back
to position until the full string was in my mouth and his prick was again
against my lips, my eyes opening seeing him in this position of dominance
before me again.  Never having been in this position before today, I did
not realize how looming and dominant another person could appear when on
your knees, butt back on your heels or ankles, head tilted back, looking up
at the expanse above you of thighs, and cock and balls and rigid belly and
chest and then the glaring, lust filled eyes and masculine expression
wanting your lips and tongue and mouth wrapped around a cock.  It was much
more humiliating and intimidating than I would have imagined had I ever
given thought to it.  I could see how much he was taking pleasure in this
control situation.  I turned my head away, my mouth away, from his rigid
face smearing bone with painful difficulty his grip in my hair being so
insistent and so tight.
	"Come on man.  Don't make me again.  Please," I said.  "I've blown
you twice.  Today.  Don't make me again." I pleaded, trying to sound as
masculine as I could, but failing evidenced by imploring edgy note in my
voice and being on my knees, my face pulled to his cock and balls being of
little help.
	"Once cocksucker," he said.  "Only once, and you didn't swallow and
you said you would man and I want that.  I want my cumload in your mouth,
down your throat, scalding you all the way with my hut cum man.  The shower
was just a warm up.  To make my load as big as this afternoon.  I would
have waited another three days, but I'm too horny and your fucking mouth
felt too good.  I don't want to jack off, I want your fucking mouth getting
me off."
	He pulled my head around, his right on my hair, his left behind my
right ear, cupping it and together twisting my head back into position.  My
muscles resisting, but his wanting my mouth, the struggle short but intense
as I felt again his balls and bone and pubes all over my cheeks and eyes
and face until I submitted and his balls were again pressed to my lips, his
bone along the front of my face, oozing and coating his prick like liquid
varnish and my face receiving a large share of it as well.
	"Mouth my balls cocksucker," he demanded and in the pain of my hair
being pulled and my ear gripped painfully, and the hopelessness of the
situation my mouth again opened to be mouthfucked my his balls before
having to take his prick the same way.  His hard moan of masculine pleasure
at achieving his first objective was audible and my face burned as first
one testicle and that part of his ballsack was in my mouth before he
rotated his hips after a couple of minutes and the other replaced the
first, my tongue massaging each testicle in turn, and his ballsack, feeling
the few hairs on his nutsack agasint my tongue, feeling the precum as it
ran down his prick on my lips as it attempted to penetrate the seal my lips
made over his nuts as I licked and massaged them listening to him all the
while.
	"Oh yeah man, lick those nuts, oh yeah, use your tongue on me man,
massage those balls, get them ready to fill your face from my bone, you
cocksucker bitch.  Man I wish the whole team could see this man."  He said
this and many other things that bored into my brain creating a mental
desire to do the opposite of what I was doing, but still keeping on sucking
him.  After a few minutes of this he had enough and was ready to have his
precum slicked bone using the mouth that his balls had left filled as each
testicle had taken its pleasure. His balls and ballsack larg enough that a
few times I had difficulty breathing, like having a large balloon pushed
back to far.  I didn't gag, but he could see my difficulty and it would
cause him to pull me tighter to his groin and then release as he saw, what
I image looked like panic in my eyes as my body used up the last of the
oxygen from the air I had breathed, between the thick hairs of his pubes.
	By this time his position was cock and balls hard in my face, my
body kneeling and back.  To maximize his position, he was standing hard
over me.  My knees extended well beyond the back of his heels as he stood
facing and over me in the dominant and controlling position, both of his
hands gripping my head hard, grinding himself into me with his balls, but
saving his prick, my hands palm open on his thighs and then he stepped
back, his cock really jumping up and down with each pulse of his racing
heart and then he stepped forward again, this time pushing his cock, nearly
parallel with his body down so it would engage with my lips.  I pursed my
lips and clenched my teeth, but he pressed hard and my lips separated and
then my teeth and he was again in my mouth, as he had been in the shower
only minutes before.
	He groaned, hard, heavy, in deep pleasure as his cock reentered the
hot wet heat of my mouth.  He pushed, his body so tense, his position so
controlling over me and his hips urgent, his balls wanting to have emptied
the fluids they had built up, to have them breed my mouth.  He pushed hard
and pulleld hard and I gagged and then choked, "gnnnggghhhhhnnggg," and
then "kucckkknngggnnhggnnnkuck kungggunnggghuuck, before he withdrew.  It
was so quick and forceful, my gag brought about instantly from my
inexperience, but I could tell from his moans and words it made him feel
great and in complete control, which he was, and of dominant power, of
having me completely at his mercy.
	"OHhhhh fuckkkk yeah," he whispered forcefully, working to keep his
excitement from drawing parental and sibling attention.  "Ohhhhhh
yeahhhhhhhh!!, yes, yes, yes," he ejaculated the words forcefully from his
mouth as the pleasure of hearing me choke on him reverberated down his dick
and the noise of my choking so much more audible here than in the shower
with the forceful sounds of the water drowning out much of the sound then,
now giving his brain the additional pleasure of hearing the effect of his
dick in my mouth and at my throat just as his cock sent the pleasure of the
heat and warmth to his mind.  My hands were hard against his muscular hips
and thighs trying to push him back as his muscles wanted more and his dick
wanted more depth, I gave a really hard gag, "UUCCKKNGGKUUKKKKK", but his
masculine root was still a long way form being all the way in and my mind
wondered if he was able to force himself all the way in how I would live
through it.  I was inexpert as a dick sucker and no deep throat ability
which I now knew what it must mean.  I pushed hard with my hands and arms
against him, my head trying to wiggle in his tight grip, trying for an
escape, his body so tense, so hard, so hot, grip so tight, I gagged again,
"gucckkcccckkkk, gugggnnngghhhhggnnnukukuk" and he moaned again, "Oh fuck,
fuck, man that is sooooo fucking hot to feel and hear that.  Damn.
Gawwwdddd that choking is sooo fucking hot."  Tears ran from my eyes and he
felt them on his hand holding me so tightly and his eyes opened and he
looked down at my hard tilted back head and saw the squinting, pinched
expression of my face, tears in reaction to the gagging welling up in my
eyes and his smile was broad and one of pleasure of ownership.  He backed
off quickly after that.  "Oohhhhhh man.  I want to go all the way.  Pubes
to the nose.  I nearly shot it all man.  Nearly all.  But I don't want you
gagging it back out.  Fuck that was sooooo fucking hot," he said over and
over.  "I can feel that all the way to my nuts man!  Hot.  Fucking HOT!!"
I was slumped before him when he stepped back to a upholstered chair in his
room only a few feet away.  My throat opening felt the trauma of his
mushroom shaped cockhead pressing and trying to open my throat opening, a
dry stretched feeling.  I gasped, my mouth heavily coated with his precum.
I wanted to spit some of it out, but didn't dare, I knew, with him watching
me.  I saw his balls and bone as he lounged back in the chair, both them
and he with his expression ready for more.
	"Get between my legs man.  I won't choke you anymore.  Tonight
anyway. I almost shot, but I want it in your mouth though and then you
swallowing it, hearing your mouth and throat swallow and swallow my thick
creamy sperm pudding man.  Making you cry sucking my dick man.  That is
hot.  Really hot," he said in a loud, harsh, controlling low voice.
	"I wasn't crying," I said sullenly, "I was choking and the tears
just come up."
	"Yeah.  Sure cocksucker," he responded
	"Then suck me off," I gasped out belligerently still near a gag as
I swallowed hard from the residual precum and ache in my throat opening.
	He barked a laugh.  "That ain't never gonna happen.  You're the
cocksucker here.  The cocksucker for your team too I bet.  How many of them
do you suck?" he asked with the insult clear.  "Crawl over and suck me.
Finish me off man.  Or I will face fuck you until I shoot and then kick you
in the nuts for not doing what I said the first time."
	I glanced at his waving bone and wanting to finish, to get it over
with.  I watched his balls churning in his nutsack.  His body dusky and
very good looking in the dark.  Toned up muscles and almost chiseled body
features, much like I think of mine and I did as he bid.  On hands and
knees I crawled the few feet between him and me until my face and then body
was between his muscular thighs. My mouth came down over his ramrod prick
and I began sucking him.  It went on for a few minutes, but with the shower
and the sucking and then the few hard brutal facefucking jams into my face
he was very close.  My head bobbed no his bone, my position uncomfortable
and not maybe taking him in as far as I could but keeping his excitement
high.  His hands rested on my head and would push and move me at times.  I
kept sucking and bobbing to serve him.  I was thinking about what I would
do when he wanted to ejaculate.  My mouth and lips kept prepared for any
sensation of final expansion of his steel hard dick, my ears for any
telltale sign of his lava like semen eruption.  I knew I wouldn't let his
cock shoot in my face.  Precum was too much but his cum, no, not after this
afternoon.  I felt his excitement rising, but before I could do anything,
he pulled my head back hard by the hair, making my head jerk and hurt from
such a quick movement.
	"I'm close." he said.  He brought his right leg up and foot around
as he pushed me back some until his foot was just below my throat and then
pushed me back hard, ejecting me from between his spread legs.  He laughed
quietly as I sprawled while he simultaneously stood up and told me to get
up, as I lay back, sprawled, his cock pointing like a club, my own cock and
balls thickened but far from up.  Like there was only room for one bull and
any other cock and balls were useless before the others.
	"Get on the bed," he demanded and he positioned me quickly as he
wanted me, laying on my side of his high, expensive bed.  He placed a very
large coffee table style book on the bed and then my head on that while I
was on my side, pulling my head to the edge of the side of the bed and then
he pressed to my face.  His cock and balls again pressed to my face, but
only for moments and then, his right hand gripping the base of his cock and
his left pressing my head down firmly, the book preventing it from sinking
into the bed under his firm pressure, he inserted his dick past my lips to
as much as I could take with out choking and then ordered me again to suck
him while he stroked the base of his dick.  I knew what he intended.  To
cum in my mouth, to hold my head pinned down between the book on the bed
and his hand.  He started out slow, my mouth so thick already with his
copious flow of precum, but he quickly gained speed and I heard his moans
of deeping pleasure as his bone rustled its way around my mouth, me trying
to keep my lips tight and teeth away and tongue massaging his dick as my
jaw was sooooooo tight and aching from his efforts.  He was trying to cum
and trying to hold back and then I felt him tense and I knew his thick
copious flow of cum was going to shoot and my mind screamed out a no at the
thought of his cum spewing deep and hard and forcefully into my face as his
hand pressed harder to keep my head still and at the last second in wide
eyed resistance I used my hand to push him away in desperate force as his
ejaculation began as the pulse of the thick tube in his dick began to shoot
cum, but instead of in my warm hot mouth he shot forcefully into my face.
My eyes had opened and the first spasm shot a large rope that hit both eyes
burning them, surprising me, the thick hot cum smashed up under my eyes and
in my lids as I blinked while the subsequent heavy cum ropes shot on my
lids and then another on my cheek and then nostril and the last firm
ejaculation landing against my lips, my face thoroughly coated as his
lighter spasms brought smaller spurts and then subsided.
	"You fuck!" he angrily shouted.  "I told you to swallow you fuck,
take it in your mouth, you fuck!" all boyishness gone from him as his
desire for complete control over me dominated him. His voice too loud.  He
gripped me quickly and with strength pulling me from the bed by my right
arm and my left coming free reached up to wipe the hot cum from my eyes
that burned from it, my mouth tight as I feared opening would let the cum
rope on my lips in.  His anger almost lost on me as I struggled with the
cum on my face.  He pulled me up before him and kicked at my ankle,
spreading my legs some and then his knee shot quickly between my own
muscular thighs into my hanging cock and balls, his knee jamming with force
between my legs, catching my nuts and before I could react, he sent his
knee in again and I cried out as the first and second ballbusting knee hits
drove my balls into my pelvis under the smash of his knee and then I was
down.  Crying out as the reaction hit, curling into a ball from that
special pain only men can know I groaned out barely feeling his foot to my
throat, pressing hard and tight.  "Quiet" he hissed and then he forced his
bare foot harder to my throat making me gag almost from that as the
sickening pain of his knee to my balls spread into my gut and then every
fiber of my being weakening me completely.  My body shuddered and rocked as
the rippling agony of his knee into my nuts asserted itself, he without
sympathy, only anger at not having cum in my mouth to push his seed down my
throat and into my belly.
	"Justin?  Are you all right." I barely heard the woman's voice
calling out, but I heard it and so did Justin.
	"Yeah mom," I'm okay.  I just had to get up to go to the bathroom
and I stumbled and fell.  I wasn't awake yet."  I could tell, despite my
testicular agony, despite the deep nausea in my gut from his knee to my
balls that he was putting something on, probably a robe and the door opened
as his mom turned the hall light on, he getting out the door and leaving it
closed mostly.  His voice tone had been one of surprise and worry.  I was
gasping lightly, holding the pain in, rocking some, sweat beads on my
forehead, gasping for air, my guts churning in nausea.  I didn't want her
to see me on his floor anymore than he did.  Her seeing me holding my
balls, her son's cum drenching my face, my face pinched in agony of his
nutbusting, nude and compromised as completely as a boy or man can be.  I
tried to get up, but the ballbusting pain was too great.  I could still
feel the impact of his knee driven into me.  I heard their voices in the
adjoining hall.  She wanted to come in.  He told her that he fell against
some room trash that he would definitely pick up tomorrow.  Hadn't been
fully awake.  Lying very skillfully to his mom.  Her voice one of concern
and hinting maybe she should help him take care of that now.  "No," he was
fine he repeated he was just going to the bathroom.  I could see out the
door and watched her glance to the door as he turned to the room that must
be the restroom and then despite her long robe or maybe because of it, I
saw her long toned leg slip out from the robe as she stepped to the his
room and the quivering of her breast over her wrist which was keeping the
robe closed as she came to the room.  Justin had stopped.  "MOM!  I'm
okay. I'll pick what I stumbled over tomorrow.  I promise."  She stopped,
my eyes staring at her legs, despite the pain and then I heard her say okay
and she turned back around with a last admonition to Justin.  "Just be
careful.  You scared me to death," and then, after a very hard penetrating
stare into the darkened room, like she could see me as I stared at her in
the well lit hall, she smiled, shook her dark hair and then turned and she
was gone.  Justin was away only a few seconds more.  I was trying to pick
myself up from the floor, but the pain was still too great.  I was reaching
for his bed spread wanting to wipe the cooling cum from my eyes, which had
been washed some from the tears from the nut crushing pain he had given me.
Quickly though, he was back in the room and then the door closed firmly and
in the low light he took only moment to adjust his eyes and then he kicked
my arm away from the spread and then tossed my own clothes to me.  Use
these dicksucker and before I could do anything more, he came by me
stomping on my stomach, not hard, but enough and then we wrestled himself
down on my until I was on my back and he was sitting on my chest and
stomach, pinning my arms beneath his knees.  His glare was unmistakable as
I struggled silently beneath him, each of us knowing that a return trip
from his mom would not stop outside the room.  And maybe his dad would come
this time.  I didn't want the position I was in, but I didn't want the
alternatives either.  He grabbed my hair and then used two fingers to wipe
some of the cum from my face and forced it brutally hard to my lips and
made me suck them off, and I tasted his sperm again.  He pushed my shorts
to my face to get the remainder that hadn't dropped off or had made me suck
from his fingers as they were in my mouth and then slapped me, slugged me
really with his open hand, silenced by the cloth of the shorts at my head
and face.
	"Next time you eat it all you fucking cocksucker," he hissed at me,
his body tense and glaring. My own body still wanting to curl up from my
testicular pain, his ass on my lower chest and gut, hot and hard and
increasing the sensations of nausea.  My arms getting numb from the
pressure of his knees on them.  Having me pinned he reached back between my
clenched thighs, a reaction to the nutting and used his hand to search out
my ballsack.  I knew what was happening and struggled, but he had me cupped
in his hand quickly.  With his left, he forced part of my shorts to my
mouth and I bucked and struggled and then felt him squeeze my still very
hurting, really agonized testicles and I emitted a muffled cry as he
squeezed and then twisted.  Probably lightly, but they hurt so hard.  "Will
you take it all next time mouth pussy?" he demanded.  My head didn't move
and then he did it again, squeezed and twisted and I would have shrieked
like a woman except for the muffling cloth and my head nodded vigorously.
He released his hold on me and I felt the nausea raging from my nuts again,
trying to twist and curl, but I could not as he watched the pain of it wash
over me and knowing he had me now in so many ways.  The pain of his working
my balls came in waves and I think he enjoyed each one before rising from
me.  He stood over me for a few minutes and his nude, thick cock and moving
balls appearance over me in my subjugated position was imposing.  He sat in
his chair for a few minutes saying nothing as he watched me pant and gasp
heavily, painfully, until my breathing was close to normal.  My ball pain
was still high, but manageable.
       He then went to his bed again, lay back on the bed and lounged, legs
open, balls hanging, still recovering and rejuvenating themselves for
another future load no doubt, his cock still thick and flopped against his
thigh.  He reached beneath the pillow as I shakily stood up and tossed my
billfold spinning to me.  "Now get the fuck out of my house.  For now," and
he smiled that smile of masculine superiority.  I made a brave show of
trying to salvage my dignity, but I had so little of that left in this
position.  As he watched like a prince before his subject I quickly slid my
own toned, muscular body, humiliated by my second cocksucking in a day and
a ballbusting and beating, into the few clothes I had, and found my way
through the house and out the door that I had come in.  I didn't feel the
other set of masculine eyes on me from the parents bedroom watching me as I
gingerly made it to my bike parked at the far end of the lot cupping my
balls and moaning lightly in the pain and humiliation I felt over what had
happened.  The situation was getting worse I knew.
       When I got home, I had another e-mail from Justin.  This time it
said, I have the telephone numbers for all the girls in your billfold and
their mailing addresses now and then the attachment which showed me
servicing Justin in the shower and then in his bedroom.  But when I get
their e-mail addresses it will be over for you.  Unless.  And the rest was
left unsaid.
       With a sickening, sinking sensation at the note I went ahead and
opened the attached file and could again see the short portions of video.
The steam and glass had kept the shower video from being to good.  I could
recognize me but not sure anyone else could, but I knew it was me.  The
bedroom, while lit very low, was clear enough.  Clear enough to make me out
sucking and licking Justin's balls, taking him deep and one of a few
seconds where he had pushed, but not nearly all the way in and it had
captured one of the hard gags as I had choked on him.  Obviously the camera
was a good one.  I berated myself for not having thought through ensuring
the camera was off in his room.  I was beginning to dread the week ahead
and there weren't that many hours until morning.

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