Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 20:08:05 -0500
From: Chuck Hale <chale1@adelphia.net>
Subject: Teen Bully 36

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This story is about teenage males that choose to have sex together, parts
of it may seem rough and raunchy.....if this is not to your liking, then
again, I must ask you......GO NO FURTHER!

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"Teen Bully" pt. 36

Narrated by Danny

It had been several months since the incident at the lake.

But, before we go that far into the future, let me fill you in on stuff
that went on directly after the lake incident!

First off, I have no idea, why I chose to save Fozi's ass from a
beating, by telling Dover that Fozi had nothin to do with holding me
captive, and beating me up! Cause the way I see it, if what Dover had
done to Sean was any indication, Fozi would have received a nice whooping
as well.

I thought that it was kinda cool that Jay and Dover joined my bro, to
rescue me, what I didn't understand was this feelin of not wanting to be
rescued in the first place......is that fuckin weird....or what?

There is just something about Fozi that drives me crazy! I can't explain
it! I just keep envisioning him, in that sexy leather like speedo, with
his muscles all pumped, that sadistic grin on his face, and his cocky,
dominating, attitude!

Yeah! I don't understand it myself, but that vision for some fucked up
reason, just does something weird to me, causing me to loose all my
strength.

I mean, I've never had a submissive feeling in my life, especially
towards another fuckin dude. Yet the look of his incredibly hot teenage
physique, combined with that mean, bad-boy attitude, and I like fuckin
freeze or somethin. I just lose all fuckin control of my body, and mind.

Why? How the hell do I know! You think I wanna be his bitch? Well I
don't!

I just can't shake this fuckin spell he has over me.

I mean I can hear my thoughts and they're sayin shit like, `dude,
what's up with this shit....just kick his fuckin ass....or at least try
to stop him somehow, whatever, just don't fuckin kneel in front of him
and take his abuse.'

Yet every time I find my self trying to raise my hand to him, it's like
I can't, like It's wrapped around a five hundred pound weight or
something!

That night, after being rescued, while home safe in my own bed, I
couldn't sleep. I hated myself, for not trying to defend my body and
mind, from Fozi's aggressive and tough-boy nature.

I laid in bed, and kept asking myself over and over........what the fuck
happened out there at the lake, why the fuck did I become like paralyzed
or whatever, after seeing muscle boy Fozi in that fuckin hot speedo?

I tried not thinkin about it, tellin myself, just get some sleep, and
figure it all out tomorrow. Unfortunately, sleep wasn't going to come
quickly.

Hearing the phone ring, I jumped for it quickly, it was late and I knew
my rents were already sleeping.

"Hello"

"Hey bitch, you can't sleep, can ya? You laying there thinking about my
dick .......or my hot body poundin on ya?"

I instantly froze-up again, not even able to say a word!

"Come on cocksucker, answer me! I know you loved every fuckin MINUTE of
it, cause if ya didn't.....you wouldn't have saved my ass from Dover!
So spit it out....I can use a good bedtime story! Go ahead, in your own
pathetic way, tell me which you loved the most........... was it me
beating you up, feelin my fist poundin on ya, feelin my hard body all
over ya, ME, a fifteen year old dude beating the fuckin crap out of the
sixteen year old king of bullies.........ya RIGHT.......king of bullies
my ass....well you wont be hearing anyone referring to you as that
anymore....huh? So tell me, was that your favorite part? OR was it when I
pissed in your mouth........ OR...... was it when I filled your tummy
with all those mouthfuls of my thick, rich, and creamy, CUM....was that
it, ...huh?.... I said ANSWER ME, you pathetic, fuckin, queer, bitch!
Hmmmmmmmm! You know what I think you loved the most? I think it was a
combination of me standing over you, with that hot leather like basket in
you're face, and me fucking your BRAINS out afterwards! ......Ya...I'm
right....it was those two things that you loved the most huh? ....Well,
just hear me out here, dude, if you don't love the taste of my rich
bountiful cum, or my warm piss filling you up, by now? TRUST ME, You
WILL...... soon enough! Since you're not in the mood for talking, I want
you to be at the old barn up the road from my house, tomorrow night at
six sharp. I don't care how you get there, find a way! I wanna do some
more working out....... with my new punchin bag. But, here's the
thing.....I want you to bring Dillan with you.....just don't tell him
what it's all about....... I wanna surprise him! ..... Ooooh ya, one
more thing.....Sean is at the hospital, with my dad, they say Sean may
have a case of amnesia! Dad asked me to move in with them for a while,
till Sean comes around a little. He thinks I can help Sean remember
stuff. That means...... I'm gonna need your help also....ya know..... to
help him remember stuff, like for example, how awesome it feels having
his dick in another dudes mouth....and being able to use that dude as a
slave....get it? See ya tomorrow night, BITCH! Oh yeah.....one more
thing......don't be tellin your queer boyfreind Jay about anything we
do....not just yet anyway.....I don't want any probs with Dover!
........CLICK!

I laid there in my bed, still holding the portable phone, feeling a bit
weezy, my stomach in knots, my head spinning, and even more disgusting,
is that my dick was spazzing.

I started to dial his number, so I could tell him to fuck off, and stay
out of my life, but my fuckin fingers froze halfway through the task.

I laid there, wide awake, saying to myself, `no way am I going to let
this younger prick rule me, no fuckin way' and there's also no way I'm
getting Dillan involved with this shit!

I laid there in bed, for another hour or so, telling my self over and
over again, I'm done with those Martin boys, and fuck Fozi if he thinks
I'm showing up at the barn...... no way.....not tomorrow.....not EVER!

Yet, as I laid there convincing myself I was totally done with the Martin
brothers, the vision of Fozi's well muscled body, and his equipment
wrapped in that tight yellow leather, then another vision of Sean's hot
body in his tight speedo......forced my hand to make it's way downward,
to my incredibly hard, throbbing dick!

I did tell Dillan about Sean and the amnesia thingy, and asked him to let
Jay and Dover know, in case any probs arose, and things with Sean got
worse!

I also decided to keep my distance from Jay, I knew how much he had come
to depend on me, and care about me! I needed to let him go now, and in
order to do that, it would mean totally ignoring him, for a long while,
giving him time to get over me, and move on. Normally, after helping a
fag out of the closet, and training him to suck dick, I had no prob
dumpin em, that is, once I was through with em! The thing is, Jay was
different.....in soooo many ways!

The following day, I paced my bedroom floor, even went to the vacant
school, and ran around the track several times, trying to convince my
self that I wasn't going to be at the old barn, next to Foszi's, when
the clock struck six!

"Man, are you sure about this? I really have bad vibes about dropping you
off here. I don't like it at all!"

Still in a daze, wondering to myself, what the hell I was doing, I turned
my head towards Billy. "I told ya, dude.... there isn't nothin to worry
about, Fozi and I have bonded pretty good. We're just gonna work-out and
spar with each other for a while.....I'll call ya on the cell when I
need ya to come back and get me......k?..... by the way..... thanks,
dude....... for givin me a ride here, remember.....not a word to Jay or
Dover....you gave me your word....k?"

I placed my hand on my crotch and winked at Billy. "I'll pay ya back,
dude, I promise!"

Lettin his eyes drop to my nylon covered package, as I groped it, I
watched as the fags tongue wet his lips! "Seriously, Danny? You mean like
later tonight, when I pick you up? OR later in the week?"

I had to laugh inside, knowing that suckin my dick, was something any fag
would die for! "Naaah, not tonight Billy boy, in a couple of days.....
maybe....k?"

His eyes still glued to my basket, he looked soooo pathetically
disappointed. "Ok, Danny, whenever you say, man......I won't bring it up
again........well....be careful in there with that asshole....and call
me....when ur ready to be picked up!....."

He was still babbling on, when I exited the car, and walked towards the
barn door.

On opening the huge squeaking door, I noticed a glimmer of light in the
far left hand corner. Walking towards it, I felt goose bumps all long my
arms, as I asked myself once again, `what the hell am I doing? Am I like
on fuckin drugs or somethin?'

Fozi's voice rang out to me, seemingly from now where. "Over here
fag....... and where the hell is Dillan?......did I not tell ya to bring
him?"

Don't ask why, but seeing Fozi dressed in baggy sweats, disappointed me!

Standing in front of him now, it was the feel of his fist connecting to
my gut, that made me realize just what I was in for! The second punch, a
lot harder, had me doubled over. Then, with a fistful of my hair, raising
my head back up, and a stinging slap across my face, he had me wishing
that I hadn't disobeyed him!

A forceful shove, sent me sprawling onto a king size mattress, that just
happened to be on the floor, in back of me.

Laying on my back, looking up at tough boy Fozi, I watched as he pulled
the over sized sweat shirt, up and over his head, tossing it onto a layer
of hay covering the floor.

Now standing there looking down at me with a sly grin, as I took in his
broad chest, and well cutt pecs, he stripped himself of the sweat pants.

My eyes opened wide, my heart started pumpin faster, the goosebumps were
back and so was that feeling of submission, as Fozi stood over me, with a
foot planted on each side of my chest, wearing just the leather like
speedo, and white ankle length socks.

Laying there beneath him, I watched as he slowly and methodically
massaged the leather clad baseball size pouch, with his right hand.

His eyes glued to mine, watching my reaction, while my eyes were of
course busy, watching the movement of his right hand.

At this point, I knew that even if I wanted to resist any form of abuse
by him, the opportunity was surely gone now, for I was suddenly too weak
for any confrontation.

I felt the air from my lungs leave my body as he came crashing down on my
chest, with his tight well shaped bubble butt, wiggling it all around,
till he was comfortable.

It was the feel of his fist, slamming against the side of my face, that
finally tore my eyes away from the huge package barely touching my chin.
"The first thing I'm gonna teach you.......you queer fuck....is that
when I give you an order.....you obey....OR....you pay!"

Another punch to the opposite side of my face, had me dizzy, and
pleading, while trying in vain to bring my trapped arms out from beneath
his bare shins. "Ok, Fozi..... I'm sorry I disobeyed you....just please
stop punching me in the face!"

That evil grin that I had often wore myself, was now staring down at me.

Sure, I'll stop punching you in the fuckin face....once you admit to
me.....that you've been wantin to lick the sweat off my brothers
nut-sac..... for years now!"

I wasn't sure how, or even why, the subject turned to Sean. But there
was no way in hell, I was going to admit to anything, even remotely
connected to my submitting to his power, or the sex he had me performing
on him! So I just laid beneath Fozi, looking up at those hard, rippled
abs, and his tanned, well defined, fifteen year old pecs, without saying
a word.

I truly do believe, that I made Fozi's day, by not saying what he had
wanted to hear, knowing that he, therefore, didn't have to hold up to
his side of the bargain!

Still looking down into my eyes, with a shit eating grin pasted to his
face, he dismounted my chest, stood up, then reaching down, grabbing a
fistful of my hair, he pulled me to my knees.

My eyes, tearing up from the pain this had caused, now found themselves
focused on his protruding package once again, as he slipped his right
hand inside, fondled him self a few moments, then pulling the hand out,
he raised it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. That evil grin re-appeared,
as he ordered me to lick the palm of that hand! "Oooooooh yeeeeaaah!
You're gonna like this, you fuckin fag......I didn't shower after
teachin my bro how to play basketball all over again. So my balls are
nice and ripe right now!

Only thing is....... now....my hand smells, so I need you to lick it
clean for me! ......Go ahead..... be a good bitch, lick the palm of my
hand, then suck my fingers clean! ....If you do a good job....maybe I
wont pound on ya ........for as long as I had planned to!"

I lowered my eyes from his, and looked at the out stretched palm.

I then lowered my eyes even more so, till they came to a rest on what now
was a massive basket, with his thick cock-head poking out of the leather
waist band. A bubble of cock-drool oozing it's way out of his wicked hot
piss-slit, each sight combined, helped to weaken me even more! Once
again, Fozi's spell, had me hooked, as it took over my brain, and body.

Leaning my head forward, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the
manly scent off the palm of his hand.

The taste was salty, yet intoxicating, I didn't even need to be told
when it came time to open my mouth, and take three of his fingers inside.

This brought praise for the first time from Fozi, as he patted me on the
head, which in turn, brought me back to my senses, while humiliating
me.... big time. "Yeeeaah! That's a good doggie.....you love your
master....don't you?"

I looked up at him angrily! "Cut the shit Fozi.....I'm not a dog....and
you're sure as hell....not my fuckin master!......Fuck, maaan........ I
don't even know what I'm doing here!"

I should have expected what came next, but didn't!

Several, hard power punches, landed all over my head and face! Then,
catching my head as I began falling backwards, and holding me up with his
left hand on the back of my head, he began to pummel me with powerful and
forceful slaps, letting each of them slam into my left cheek bone.

I tried getting up, but the constant slaps, were like lightening and
thunder, as they connected to the side of my face so fast, and with such
force, that my head felt like it was going to explode, and the loud
ringing sensation inside my head, made me feel as tho I had lost my
hearing.

The force of his slaps must have caused me to black out for a moment or
so, cause the next thing I knew, I was on my back, laying on the
mattress, with Fozi standing over me.

Suddenly, before I even had a chance to submit to him, he came crashing
down on my gut, with both knees, and a power punch to the left side of my
jaw, putting me out once again.

When I woke up, I was in a standing position, with my arms high in the
air, literally tied to a beam maybe two feet above my head.

My feet were just barely touching the floor. I was only wearing my tight
white briefs, and my white socks.

Standing in front of me, was a grinning Fozi, with his bro Sean to the
side of him.

Fozi, gently slapped the side of my face, causing the pain to recur.
"Thought you might be interested in knowing what it's like being a live
punchin bag.....I can promise you one thing!..... When I'm
done?......You'll be much quicker at obeying me......and there will be
no doubt in your mind..... ever again.... as to which of us is the
stronger of the two!"

The first punch landing square in the center of my gut, knocked the wind
out of me, as I closed my eyes, and let out a slight yelp, and it wasn't
even a hard punch!

Fozi smiled at me and then winked at his bro, all three of us knowing it
was only a light jab, yet powerful enough to cause me pain......It was
then, I knew I was in deep shit!

The second punch was a little more forceful, hitting me in the left
kidney, spinning me around!

Another uuuumph escaped my lips, this time a little louder.

Another wide grin from Fozi, as he lifted both well muscled arms up in a
victory pose. "FUCK, MAN! I'm gonna love this......seriously bro, my own
live punchin bag.....one that lets me know how hard I'm punchin
it........how fuckin awesome is that....huh? Woooohoooo!"

Sean just stood by, looking a little surprised. "Listen Fozi, I don't
feel good about beating up this dude....besides ....I thought you said
he's my friend......Plus dad said I should spend more time with
him....ya know.... he says that Danny and I have been best friends since
like five years old.......and that he'll help me remember stuff.... so
explain to me once again, why we're beatin him up!"

Fozi, approached Sean, placed an arm around him and began explaining how
things used to be, and how things are today.

"K, bro....I guess it's time I fill you in on how things were with you
and Dano here. Shit man, I was hopin I wouldn't have to tell ya
this....that you would remember it on your own...ya know? Anyways, see,
the thing is.....your friend since first grade? He's a faggot.....you
remember what I told you this mornin about faggots, and the stuff they
do?"

Sean nodded his head. "Yeah, bro.....of course....but..."

"Nooo, no buts.......he's a fag, and he's been giving you blow jobs for
the past few years now.....sorry I had to just blurt it out like
that.....but that's the way it is. Sure he's still been your
friend....hell, you, yourself say it all the time....you say......he's a
friend....... with benefits, get it? You love havin him blow you.....and
what's happening here....right now? Well...the other thing is....he gets
off on being beat-up! He loves havin you slap him around and beatin him
up! Then you'd use him to serve you......hell, you even taught me how to
use him. You told him, since he was blowin you all this time.....that he
should start blowin your little brother as well. Made sense to me, dude!
.....So he did, then you taught me how to please him....by roughing him
up like you do. So see bro....this is all your doing.....the thing
is.....it was your friend Dano here..... that made you lose your
memory.......he and his younger brother Dillan, ganged up on you the
other night at the lake house, after you were nice enough to invite Danny
there for school vacation. They beat the crap outta ya.....I mean like
big time.....then left you there alone....lucky I came around when I
did.....then a few minutes later dad appeared, we took you to the
hospital, then I went home and waited for the news......turns out....they
beat you up......cause you let the secret out to me....what he'd been
doing to you these last couple of years! That's why NOW....I'm being a
little rougher on him.....cause of what he did to you. Of course, dad
doesn't know this...he still thinks that a gang of punks, jumped both
you and Danny at the lake........so we have to keep all this a secret
between us, or else we'll get in trouble with dad.....got it so far?"

Sean looked at me with hate in his eyes......I started to speak up, to
tell him it was all lies. "Noooo.... Sean, that's not....."

Before I could tell him the truth, I was pummeled with punches, from
Fozi's fists, all solid punches connecting to my gut, my kidneys, my
chest, non stop, til I passed out on him!

When I came to, I was in a fetal position on the mattress.

Fozi was standing over me, laughing his ass off. "Fuck, dude, me and you
are gonna be havin some fun times here in this old barn....huh? So
whatdaya say dude, you gonna be able to get up on your knees for
me.......on your own....or do ya need my help?"

I tried desperately getting up on my own, but kept falling over on my
side, each time. My whole body was hurting way more than I could ever
remember it hurting before.

Each time I fell over, while trying to get up on my knees, Fozi and Sean
would laugh their balls off.

Finally, I felt a hand on my head, gently pulling me upward. "Come on,
faggot, we haven't got all day here! I need you on your knees for a few
minutes, while my bro Sean performs the ceremony. So no more
napping......K?"

Once on my knees, in front of Fozi, and still a little wobbly, I was face
to face once again, with his leathered bulge.

Again I felt weak, I placed my hands on his thighs, to help me stabilize
my self. But then my weakness only got worse. The feel of his smooth well
muscled thighs, and the sight of his thick cock -head, began to really do
a number on me, I was growing weaker with each passing second!

I tried bowing my head, so as not to stare at the thick crown for too
long, but each time I bowed my head, it hurt like hell, from the beating,
so I'd have to lift it back up again.

I couldn't keep my eyes off the massive package, all wrapped tightly in
the shiny leather speedo, nor could I stop glancing at the awesome
looking cock-head....still poking out of the leather waist band.

The well rounded ball sack was very large all by itself. Stretching the
leather to the max. His nuts were large, I mean they had to be, the
freaking dude, could nearly pump out a full cup of thick cum, and
although I may be exaggerating, when you take into account he could get
off four times in a row, each time shooting out a larger than average
amount of white jizz, then I'm not exaggerating by a hellofa lot.....ya
know?

I noticed the thick head of his dick was still poking out of the leather
waist band, and I couldn't help but take in the deep ridge just beneath
the awesome looking knob. I felt my entire body go weak once again, as I
heard Fozi's voice speak down to me, as he patted my head yet again.
"Ooooh yeeeaah, nice doggie, you love your Master Fozi.....don't you?"

I lowered my head and looked at where the yellow leather speedo, left
off, and his thick well defined legs began. Then I nodded my head,
without even realizing what I was doing.

I guess nodding my head wasn't enough for toughboy Fozi, he wanted to
humiliate me as much as possible, especially with his older bro in the
room! "Ooooh no.......... no way fag boy, we can't have you getting off
that easy....now can we?..... Be a good little doggie, speak up, so your
master Fozi can hear you. Then we can get on with the ceremony! And be
sure to always look up at your master when you speak....ok?"

I looked up at Fozi, brushing my nose against the tight leather fabric,
as I did so. "I love my Master Fozi"

"Louder"

"I Love My Master Fozi"

"LOUDER, BITCH"

"I LOVE MY MASTER FOZI"

"Yeeaah....I know you do....you fuckin faggot"

I watched as Fozi lowered the waist band of his speedo, tucking it under
his huge ball-sac. Now with his thick cock out in the open, I became even
weaker than I was before.

"Hey bro, get over here and start the ceremony"

I had no clue what the hell Fozi was referring to, but once Sean stood
beside Fozi and started his sermon, I wanted to roll under the carpet and
never come out from under!

"We are here today in honor of the marriage between Danny Fazio, and
Fozi's dick!

Mr. Fazio, please repeat after me.....I, Danny Fazio, take you Fozi's
dick...... to be my abusive master, to cherish and to worship
you.....from this day forward..... for better or worse..... in sickness
and in health..... to bow and obey...... till death do us part!"

I was amused at their little joke, and even let out a giggle my self.
"Yeah right! You guys can't be serious!"

A hard back hand from Fozi, nearly knocked me over, leaving a loud
buzzing sound in my ear once again. I'm sure if I wasn't still holding
on to Fozi's thighs, I would have easily fallen over.

"What you saying, fag? You saying my dick isn't good enough for
you....huh?"

I immediately shook my head. "Noooo Fozi, I'm not sayin that....I just
thought you guys were only kidding.....I mean...."

"Just shut the fuck up and repeat it, word for word.....fuckin queer!"

I bowed my head once again. "Guys? I can't say it....cause I forgot the
words....already!"

Sean, after laughing his ass off, repeated the words, then I repeated
them! Then Sean ended the ceremony. "I now pronounce you cock, and
cocksucker! ..........Danny? .......You now may kiss your masters cock!"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Fozi's awesome looking
cock-head, and kissed it, then without even being told, I took the head
in between my lips and brushed my tongue over the piss-slit, cleaning the
cock drool for my new master.

"Aaawww....... look at the fag, bro.....he can't wait till there
alone....go ahead you fuckin queer......make love to my cock!"

Finally, Fozi was happy!

I knelt there, with my hands brushing up and down his smooth muscular
thighs, while my tongue was busy, brushing over his thick knob.

Then grabbing a tight grip on the back of my head, Fozi was ready to give
me a facefucking I wouldn't soon forget!

"Ok, cocksucker, I guess you and my dick, want to begin your honey
moon...huh? Here ya go....open wide.....for your new spouse!"

Within just seconds, his thick tool was choking me mercilessly.

Thrusting deep into my throat and out again, Fozi, was quick to pick-up a
steady pace.

He seemed to be in a hurry for some reason, and it wouldn't be till he
finished, that I would learn why.

I began choking and gagging, almost immediately, since he didn't give me
enough time to adjust my throat muscles, before furiously pumping my head
with his thick tool!

"Ooooh yeeeaaah! Danny Fazio..... and my dick....wow, bitch!
Woooohoooo.... What a perfect marriage....huh? Oooooh fuckin yeeaah! Your
warm mouth is the perfect home for my waaaay awesome cock-head.....isn't
it?"

If he expected me to answer, then he was going to be angry all over
again, my mouth was way too full, as he pumped savagely, and mercilessly,
in and out, to respond to his questions!

With my lips stretching around his thick tool, and my nose being tickled
by his pubes, I just wanted to get it over with.

His rough thrusts, became more rapid, causing tears to run down my
cheeks.

Both my mouth and throat were taking a beating, as Fozi seemed to be
taking pleasure in how rough he was fucking my mouth! "Ooooooh
fuck......you knew what you were talkin about, bro, when you said the
best thing about gettin blown by another dude, is bein able to fuck the
mouth and throat as hard as you want! Damn, bro..... NOW!....I fuckin
love gettin a blow-job by another dude.....the fuckin feelin of power
that rushes through me, is sooooo waaay fuckin awesome......woooohoooo!
Just the thought of another dude, on his fuckin knees, lickin my nuts,
suckin my dick and swallowing my cum.....by the fuckin
cupfuls.......tellin ya bro....aint nothin like it in the whole fuckin
world!"

Sean just stood there, brushing his right palm over a nice size bulge,
kinda taking it all in. I knew he was pissed at me, because of the lies
his brother had told him. At one point he cuffed me in the back of the
head a couple of times. Mumbling something about me takin care of his
problem later on.

By now I knew when Fozi was close, his breathing became heavier, and his
thrusts became more rough, and more frequent.

Usually, his verbal abuse would pick up a notch as well.

"Aaaah yaaaa......you're gettin better and better at this....aintcha? I
think the more of my cream you eat...the more you want...huh?.....ooooh
fuck, faggot....here it comes!"

He was right in a sense, I had learned to control my gagging reflexes
much better, since the first few times.

Although, you can only control them so much!

With a six and a half inch dick lodged down your throat, and one as thick
as Fozi's, you're still going to gag and fight for air, and there aint
nothin you can do to prepare for that. Your natural instincts just
automatically take over, and you begin fighting for your life.

This time was no exception, and Fozi knew once he began thrusting faster
and harder, he'd be rewarded with a major high! He fuckin loved havin
another dude on his knees, choking and gagging on his thick throat
basher, and the more of a fight the other dude would put up, the more
Fozi loved it!

The other thing is, no matter how much the dude beneath him fought, Fozi
knew the dude was gonna lose, no two ways about it!

You see for most bullies and me included, it's all about four important
things, winning, the feeling of power, humiliation, and getting off. Sure
the majority of bullies will wait till they are alone, and jack off in
private, while reliving the scene within their mind.

Yet there are a lot of us out there, that want nothing more than to
increase the feeling of power, by adding as much humiliation as possible,
and that is accomplished by having the dude beneath you, finish the job,
by getting you off!

By doing so, in front of his or your buds? Well.....this only adds to the
feeling of power, now flowing through the bully!

Fozi, like his bro and myself, loved having an audience, but what got him
off more often than not, was knowing that when he blasted his load, the
massive amount of his sperm, would have the other dude gagging and nearly
choking to death....all over again!

Through the corner of my eye, I caught a glance of Sean inching his face
closer to mine. I guess he wanted a close-up of me gagging to death on
his younger brothers dick, either that, or he wanted to see up close, me
eating another dudes cum.

Fozi, while noticing the new interest being shown by his brother, was all
he needed........ to explode within my throat and mouth!

This time I was prepared for the quantity of thick cream.....or so I
thought.

However, Fozi, apparently was having the best orgasm of his life. The
first three volleys gushed down my throat, quicker than I could swallow.

I began choking and gagging immediately! Trying desperately, to pull my
head away, but Fozi had a wicked tight grip with both his hands, on the
back of my head, and wasn't about to release it!

After the first three volleys, flooded my throat, Fozi pulled back!

Of course I knew, this act of kindness.....wasn't for my benefit, he
wanted nothing more than to fill my mouth, forcing me to enjoy the
flavor, and once again......I did!

I still didn't understand it, but the sweet flavored nectar, was making
me crazy all over again......I needed it, I wanted it, all of it, and I
didn't want it to end!

As I knelt there, in front of the new king of bullies....gobbling down
his massive amount of sweet cum, he informed me of what was to happen
next. "Look at him, bro, he cant slurp my cum down his throat fast
enough......he fuckin loves it......don'tcha, fag? Well like I said
earlier.... you need to help me re-educate my bro here......so after you
finish dinner here?........you're gonna blow my brother, lick his nuts,
kiss his ass, lick his feet, suck the sweat out of his pits........and
.....AS USUAL, you're gonna absofuckinlutely love it!"

After I milked Fozi's dick totally dry, Fozi stepped away, and Sean took
his place in front of me. I looked up into his angry eyes, just in time
to see his fist coming straight for my head, like a lightening bolt. "You
fuckin loser, you couldn't take me on your own.....so you had your bro
help ya.....well now....it's just you and me.....faggot!"

I wasn't sure what the world record was for being put out, but I figured
three times in less than an hour....should be damn close to a record.

This time, when I opened my eyes it was Sean, straddling my chest, with
his thick knob resting on my lips.

"Kiss it.....you fuckin queer loser!......Then you're gonna blow
me.....at least three fuckin times before you leave here tonight, just to
make up for lost time!.......Another thing.......when my bro aint using
ya as a live punchin bag......you can freakin believe I will be! I'm
gonna pay you back a hundred times worse....for what you and your bro had
done to me!.........Plus, I wana meet that fuck, soon.......real
soon....you got that?.......now blow me, queer boy"

I couldn't decide at that moment, who was more tougher, and meaner, Sean
or Fozi.

But, after being scullfucked by Sean's dick, three times that day, and
eating mouthfuls of his cream, I was more convinced then before, that it
was Fozi's dick that tasted better, and Fozi's thick, bountiful,
boyjuice, that I craved for, and couldn't get enough of, even after
giving him three more blow-jobs that night.



Well, that was the day after, the lake incident.

For the next few months, Fozi trained me well, taught me how to wash his
ankle length socks, with my tongue, which became a daily routine. Each
day after skateboarding with his buds, he'd call me, when he was ready
for his daily blow-job. He had moved in with his brother Sean....mostly
to help Sean put the pieces back together, pieces, that Sean was still
having some problems with.

So each day, whenever Fozi felt like having a little fun......or felt it
necessary to relieve some daily stress by working over his live punching
bag, he'd call me, and order me to report to Sean's bedroom right away.

Once there, I needed to follow a basic routine that Fozi was kind enough
to set up for me.

First thing, was me untiing Fozi's sneakers, as well as Sean's, if Sean
was in the room at the same time, then remove the sneakers, and wash the
white socks with my tongue.

Fozi went to great lengths to make sure his sweaty damp socks, had a full
days worth of activity, before calling me.

I'd lick the soles and toes of his socks before removing them, and then
do the same to his bare feet.

Fozi enjoys me worshiping his feet, almost as much as he enjoys having my
tongue buried in his pits.

I have to tell ya, licking his and Sean's feet and pits.....is still
totally disgusting, even after being made to do it for nearly four months
now!

Yet, to deny Fozi, one of his humiliating pleasures, is not a very wise
thing to do. Because next to choking me with his thick tool, and copious
amounts of cum, using me as a live punching bag was his most favorite
pastime, he waits patiently for me to fuck up, just so he can throw on
his tight leather work-out gloves, and work me over, for sometimes an
hour or more at a time!

Now several months later, and one excuse after another, I have no choice
but to get my brother Dillan involved........my master and his brother
insist........and Fozi is even threatening to end our fun times, and
never see each other again....if I don't arrange to have Dillan there
tomorrow!

I know ........it's fuckin sad.......that I'd get my own brother
involved, knowing damn well what is in store for him. But,

I gotta be honest......I can't go on now....not eating Fozi's cum,
every day, not tasting his dick, not being fucked out of my mind by him
and his bro! I'm fuckin hooked, and I wake up with cravings every
frigging morning....there's no way around it.....I have to set my
brother up!