Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 13:59:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: vince junior <littlejockvincejrgot3_5@yahoo.com>
Subject: Austin Croshere Takes John Rocker as His Boy Wife Part 4

DISCLAIMER:  A FICTIONAL STORY INVOLVING INDIANA PACER
AUSTIN CROSHERE AND CLEVELAND INDIAN JOHN ROCKER.
THIS IS JUST A FANTASY SO CHILL.  THE TRUE SEXUALITY
OF CROSHERE & ROCKER IS NOT KNOW BY THIS AUTHOR.  NOR
DO I HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF ANY OTHER SPORTS STARS
MENTIONED IN THIS FANTASY.  IT IS JUST A FANTASY.
ENJOY.

AUSTIN CROSHERE TAKES JOHN ROCKER AS HIS BOY WIFE
Part 4

JOHN ROCKER woke up alone.  In a Vermont hotel.  On a
Saturday morning.  All night he'd dreamed about AUSTIN
CROSHERE.  The way he smelled, how tall he was, the
way he tasted, the way he kissed. the sexy sly look he
got on his face, the blanket of chest hair he sported
and, yes, even that monster dick of his.  If he were
able to, he'd jerk off right now.

He really wanted to.  Had wanted to all week.  But
every time he'd start to get hard the pressure from
the cock cage would keep him soft.  Last night had
been hot.   He and Austin had flown in together.  He
felt like everyone on the plane could sense the way he
looked at Austin.  The way his eyes gazed lovingly on
his husband to be.  He was more than a little
embarrassed but Austin said he'd get used to it.

Austin knew then that BOB PARIS had been right.  Get
the natural order of the relationship out in public
right away so it wasn't an issue later on.

On the cab ride to the hotel, John had whispered he'd
suck him off if Austin would blow him.  "Maybe
tomorrow,"  Austin laughed.

John squirmed in his seat and felt unhappy that for
the first time in his life he had no control over his
own dick.  He told Austin that and Austin only laughed
again.  He kissed John and told him to get used to it
because he was about to be a boy wife.  From tomorrow
forward.

John snapped and called Austin selfish.  Putting an
arm around him, Austin told him to get himself under
control and advised that this was the sort of outburst
that would land him over Austin's lap once they were
married.  John wanted to ignore Austin but he kept
pressing his grinning face against John's until the
Rocker finally said,  "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I get it."

"Johnny, what do you get?"

"You're the boss."

Austin leaned over and kissed him.  Kissed him the way
he'd started kissing him recently.  It was like Austin
was taking him with his mouth, dominating him with his
tongue.  Austin felt John relax in his arms and give
himself over.  That only got him hotter.

When they got to the hotel and checked in, Austin
grabbed him and pulled him into his room.  Taking
possession of John's mouth again, Austin's tongue
explored it while John grabbed onto him to keep from
falling to the floor.  John was trembling that bad.

Breaking the kiss, Austin said,  "Suck me beautiful."

"No fucking way!"

"Come on, be a sweet heart.  I need to blow my load."

"What about my load, Croshere?  Huh?  Fuck you!"

John pushed past Austin, attempting to walk out of the
room.  Austin grabbed him and before John even had a
chance to react, he found himself pantsed.  Just as
quick he was being pulled over Austin's lap.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a taste of what you can expect when you
forget your place."

With that Austin's mighty palm landed with a loud slap
against John Rocker's shapely mounds.  A butt whose
outline many knew well thanks to the tight fitting,
hug curving uniform he wore on the field.

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"

"Did that hurt, baby?"

"Yes!"

"Good,"  Austin laughed.

He slapped John's ass again causing John to holler
louder.

"Okay, okay, I'll blow you."

Austin grinned and slapped John's ass one more time.

"Tell me thank you for putting you in your place."

John hesitated and felt another burning slap on his
butt.

"OOOWWWW!  Stop.  Please.  Thank you for putting me in
my place."

Austin smiled and smoothed out the shapely butt below
him admiring the redness.

"Your welcome.  I'll always put you in your place.
Now blow me."

John got off Austin's lap and unzipped his husband to
be's pants.  Getting on his knees, he took Austin's
hard, heavy dick in his mouth.

"Watch the teeth, honey,"  Austin corrected him.

John began sucking deep and attempting to get as much
as possible in his mouth.  Austin groaned and began
pumping.  Seeing John back off when he pumped, Austin
grabbed the boy's head and held it in place while he
pumped.

"That's a good little wifey.  Take my big log in your
mouth.  Feel it stretch your mouth.  It's gonna
stretch your hole too."

Austin was shocked to see John nod eagerly in
agreement and increase his sucking.  Damn, this boy
wanted to serve his husband.  Needed to.  Needed to be
spanked and put in his place.  Bad.  Feeling so lucky,
Austin sprayed his jizz down John's throat.

He sat John in his lap then and kissed him.  "You know
this is how it will be married to me for the rest of
your life?"

John nodded and kissed him.

"You're giving up all your freedom because now you
belong to me."

"I want to.  I want you to take control and be the man
you were born to be."

Austin kissed him and then put him face down on the
bed.  He looked at the red ass and said,  "I love you,
Johnny."

John lay still.  Afraid he was about to be spanked
again.  He felt his legs being spread.  Suddenly,
Austin's tongue was at his hole.  Probing.  Circling.
Entering.  John moaned loudly and shoved his butt into
Austin's face.  Austin went to town eating out John's
ass.

"OOOOOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  John moaned.

Austin pulled away from the hot ass trench.

"Does that feel good, Johnny?"

"God yes!  Do it again."

"If I told you to choose between beating off and
getting your ass chewed out, which would you choose?"

"Eat me out, Austin, eat me out!"

Austin chuckled and played with John's butt.

"That's what I thought.  You got a pussy back here,
not a butt hole, a pussy.  A cute little boy pussy."

"Eat it!"

"Say it."

"Eat my boy pussy!"

Austin did just that, with relish.  Causing John to
squirm and gasp and feel shocks going off inside him.
When Austin stopped, John was covered in sweat,
gasping for breath and totally spent.

Austin climbed up John and kissed his back, his neck
and then his mouth.  "I love you, Johnny," he said.
John moaned.  Austin slapped John's butt and told him
to get some rest for tomorrow's big day.

Get some rest?  All night long he couldn't stop
thinking of what happened.  Of how good it felt and
how fucking hot it was.  Not just the ass eating, but
all of it.  The way Austin commanded him, the way he
spanked him.  John's feelings were so intense, they
scared him.  Suddenly, life mattered.  He'd been a
smart ass his whole life.  Didn't take anything
serious.  Shot off his mouth when he wanted,
everything a joke.  But now something seemed real,
something seemed right.

The world turned upside down and maybe it wasn't right
but it felt right.  It felt good.  It felt natural.

He got up and showered.

Austin and BOB PARIS were taking a morning jog.
Austin was marveling on how John turned out to be
better than he could have imagined.  Bob reminded him
John Rocker was strong willed, "keep him in his
place."

"Oh, I will!"  Austin laughed.  They ran back to the
hotel.

John dried himself off and looked at the clothes
Austin had picked out for him.  All white.  Austin
said that was because John Rocker was the boy bride
but also because the first time he saw John in person,
John was all in white.

John needed to cum bad.  In the shower, he'd fingered
his hole a little with one finger.  Then he shoved
three in and felt a similar intensity like last night.
He almost fell down in the shower.  Gripping the
walls, he caught his breath and then finished his
shower.

Now, he picked up his clothes and began getting
dressed.

All showered and dressed, Bob went into Austin's room.
Austin was talking to his lawyer, reviewing the
document he'd prepared.  And still in his sweats.

"Dude,"  Bob intoned,  "you got hop in the shower and
get dressed!  Now!"

Austin looked at his watch and quickly started to get
dressed.

"You're blanking on the shower,"  Bob reminded him.

"Forget it,"  Austin side with a shit eating grin,
"Johnny likes my smell."

John pulled on the white pants.  They were baseball
pants.  He was used to them.  But today, they just
showed off his cock cage.  No one would mistake it for
a jock.  He put the thought out of his head and picked
up the white "shirt."  "Shirt" because there were no
buttons.  It flowed open.

Austin buttoned his shirt.  His had buttons.  But he
didn't button it all the way up.  He left plenty of
room to sport his manly chest hairs.  He liked the
idea of everyone seeing John's relatively smooth chest
and then his forest of black curlies.

Family and friends gathered in the hotel's conference
room.  Austin stood nervously with Bob beside him.
Worried, wondering, afraid John might back out.  As
the wedding march started, Austin relaxed seeing A Rod
preceding John down the aisle.

It had been hard to own up to what was happening to A
Rod but John knew everyone would know eventually and
there's no one else he could pick to be a best man.
Besides, if A Rod started feeling superior to him, all
John had to do was remind him that if A Rod hadn't run
that time he encountered Austin Croshere, for all they
know it could be A Rod and Austin getting married now.

Before John knew it the judge was asking them to
recite their vows.  Austin pledged to love, honor and
cherish John.  With a lump in his throat, John pledged
to love, honor and OBEY Austin.

With an exchange of rings, the judge pronounced them
man and boy wife and urged Austin to kiss his boy
wife.
Austin didn't need any prompting.  He nearly chewed
John's mouth off.  The fact that this was happening in
front of a roomful of people was disturbing to John
but also exciting.

While guests drifted off to the reception in the
larger conference room, Austin's lawyer approached
with the contract.

"What's this?"  John asked.

"Just formalizes what we've already agreed to,"
Austin explained.  "For starters, your legal last name
will now be Croshere.  It also states that you are
under my dominion.  It outlines that if I strike or
hit you, it's domestic abuse and I should be charged
with that but you bare assed over my knee getting
spanked with my hand is the consensual correction we
have both agreed to."

John looked a little shocked.  Austin pushed a pen
towards him and said to sign it.  "Johnny, it's just
putting down on paper what we've already agreed to."

John signed it, then Austin signed it with Bob, A Rod
and the judge as witnesses.  After that was taken care
of, Austin grabbed John tightly and told him he was
truly his boy wife now.  John kissed him frantically
while A Rod grinned at Bob Paris.

In the reception room, they cut the cake and danced
the first dance.  As they were dancing, Austin
unbuttoned his shirt unbeknownst to anyone but John.
Pulling John close, he rubbed his dick against John's
smooth chest while they danced.

"This is so embarrassing,"  John whispered.

"No, it ain't,"  Austin corrected.  "It's fucking
wild. You got yourself a wild man for a husband.  Be
prepared boy wife because I intend to wear you out
tonight."

John craned his neck to kiss Austin who kissed him
back.

While Austin was buttoning his shirt, John went to
grab a glass of wine.  As he waited, a man approached
him.
John sized him up.  Probably eighteen-years-old, six
foot two inches, one-hundred and eighty-five pounds.
He didn't know the guy.  Maybe a cousin of Austin's.

"So you're married?"

John nodded to the guy and grabbed a glass of wine.

"You're willing to submerge yourself and be less than
a person?  Let Austin call all the shots and go along
like an obedient child?"

The man's tone was mocking and John was thinking how
suddenly he didn't care very much for this stranger.

"Austin's the boss.  You're nothing, dude.  Just a
fucking slave!"  the man exclaimed laughing.

Angry, John told him to mind his own business.  This
was strange to John, no one ever mocked him for what
he did.  For what he said, yes, but rarely for what he
did.  He didn't like this stranger laughing at him,
ridiculing him.

"I'm not a slave, he's my husband."

The guy burst out in laughter.

"Look shit face, we're equals.  Me and Austin have an
equal partnership.  Now go fuck yourself."

Shaking his head, John stormed off while the stranger
made a bee line for Austin.  Looking up, Austin's face
grew harsh.

"Hello, Andy."

ANDY RODDICK grinned at his former lover.  The man
who'd turned him onto sweaty man sex.  The man he in
fact still loved.

"You look sexy, stud."

"Cut it out, Andrew, I'm married."

"Yeah,"  Andy said amused, "just talked to your boy
wife.  Oh, excuse me, your husband."

"My boy wife!"

"Really?  Well trouble in paradise alert, he's
bragging your equals, partners."

Austin did a slow burn as he stared at Andy's jackal
like teeth.

In moments, he'd scoped out John.  Off to one side,
talking to Martina Navratalova and Billy Bean.  Austin
stalked over with determination.

John was telling Martina about how cool her tennis
commentary on HBO was when Austin's hand grabbed him
and jerked him.

He fell backward as Austin pulled a fold out chair
over and sat down.  Standing, John started to speak.

"You just shut your mouth, Johnny.  You understand
me?"

He understood the determination in his husband's
voice.
Silent, he was shocked as Austin jerked his pants down
in full view of everyone.

"What are you doing?"

"Spanking you!"

"Austin, people are watching."

"Nothing wrong with anyone knowing I discipline my boy
wife.  That's what you are, my boy wife."

John gasped as Austin unlocked the cock cage.  As the
air hit his free hanging dick, John quickly sported a
boner.

"Over my lap little wifey,"  Austin ordered as he up
ended John.

Nervous, John begged,  "Please stop!  I'm hard."

"Good."

"Austin, I haven't cum in days.  I'll shoot while you
spank me."

"Good.  It'll show everyone not only do I spank you
but you like it."

Before he could protest, John felt the first blow.

"OOOOOWWWW!"

"Bad boy wife.  Got to spank you hard."

John gasped as he got spanked again.  He kicked his
legs and struggled, not realizing his show was
attracting even more attention.

Austin knew people were looking.  And he loved it.
John Rocker is no more, he thought, just Johnny
Croshere and Johnny Croshere is my submissive boy
wife.

He spanked harder and John felt his eyes water.

No, Austin wasn't going to do this.  He wasn't going
to make him cry in front of a roomful of strangers.
John had his pride.

A harder spank and John sobbed out loud.  He cursed
himself for that but Austin drank it in.

"That's right, baby, it hurts,"  Austin gloated.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"Let it out baby, submit to me."

Only one more spank and John Rocker vanished, replaced
by the chastised Johnny Croshere, the little boy who
bawls his eyes out and cries like a baby when his
husband spanks.

"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"That's my little boy wife.  Cry it out baby, cry for
your freedom lost and cry for your spanking.  You're
just a boy wife now."

As John continued crying, the crowd gasped as he began
humping Austin's lap.  It was as though he were
fucking it.  Austin continued spanking while John
continued crying and humping but added moaning to his
list of party tricks.

"Stop please!  Austin I'm about to cum!"

As he continued spanking Johnny, in a loving and
reassuring voice, Austin said,  "That's right baby.
Shoot while your husband spanks you.  I'm putting you
in your place.  Show everyone that you don't just need
that but you crave it.  Show what a submissive boy
wife you are."

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH GGGGGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!"  Johnny
cried out as Austin continued spanking.

Humping furiously,  Johnny yelled out "Daddy!" and
shot his load across his husband's pants.  Austin just
smiled and ceased spanking.  He ran his hand along his
boy wife's red ass as he addressed the crowd.

"That's what my boy wife needs.  He'll be getting
plenty of it, believe me."

Johnny couldn't feel too embarrassed, he was too busy
enjoying his first cum in days.  Austin pulled him up
so he was sitting in Austin's lap.  A long string of
cum hung from Johnny's dick.  Austin stroked Johnny's
hair and his back.

"That was pretty cool when you cried out 'Daddy.'"

"I'm not going to call you 'Daddy.'"

"Okay, Johnny, whatever you want,"  Austin replied in
a sing-song amused tone.

Johnny knew he was being humored and admitted he might
call him "Daddy" sometimes, but not all the time.
Austin kissed him.

People were still staring when Austin loudly asked him
what it was he was supposed to say now.

Gulping, Johnny said,  "Thank you Austin for
disciplining your boy wife."

"My pleasure,"  Austin said rubbing his face against
Johnny's.

Andy Roddick watched in horror.  He thought for sure
he'd be able to break up the happy couple and have
Austin for himself.  But now . . . well they seemed
happier than ever.  Fuck this, he thought, Pete
Sampras's has a hairy ass and he's hot for me.

With that Andy left the reception.  The other guests
stayed on.  Around eight o'clock at night, Austin
pulled Johnny upstairs to the honeymoon suite.

Carrying Johnny through the door, he quickly kicked
the door closed with his foot, tossed Johnny on the
bed and began stripping down.  Johnny was only wearing
his "shirt" which he quickly removed.

He watched Austin's hot body come into view.  Furry,
muscular, so big, so manly.  Croshere's monster was
throbbing as he approached the bed, stopping only for
lube.

"You look so sexy right now, Johnny,"  Austin said as
he lubed up Johnny's hole.  "You want this right."

Johnny nodded but said he was scared.  Austin got
between Johnny's leg and told him he would get over
being scared.

With one quick thrust, he plowed in as Johnny tried
not to scream.  Austin knew from experience that with
his size, you just had to bury in before a guy got
second thoughts.  He lay on top of Johnny, buried to
the hilt.  Feeling Johnny's heart beat as Johnny's
tight ring contracted around his dick.

He began slow thrusts producing groans and grimaces
from Johnny.

"It's too big!"

"Get used to it.  I'm your husband now."

Johnny struggled under the weight of Austin.  As he
wiggled, he smelled the built up sweat of his husband.
Though his hole hurt like hell, the scent of his man
turned Johnny Croshere into a randy bitch and he began
bucking underneath Austin, trying to get that dick
further in him.

Austin smiled and kissed him as he increased his
thrusts.

"I want to fuck you right after,"  Johnny gasped.

"Not happening."

Johnny stared at Austin's face, absorbing the words.

"You're nookie.  You get fucked.  I'm all man, I fuck
nookie.  No one's ever fucked me and no one ever
will."

Johnny groaned in agreement as Austin's heavy pole
dragged against his prostate.

"Your hot little boy pussy like that, Johnny?"

"Yes!  More.  Harder!"

Happy to oblige, Austin pistoned the hell out of
Johnny's butt.

"You're just my boy wife now.  Did A Rod tell you?
The Indians announced you were dropped this
afternoon."

Johnny gasped and exclaimed,  "WHAT!  What am I going
to do for money?"

Austin rode him harder and declared  "I'll give you a
little allowance.  No boy wife of mine works.  Your
job is taking care of the house and taking care of
your man, you got it!"

"Yes!"  Johnny moaned feeling Austin's dick really
punching his prostate.

He grabbed Austin's shoulders and shuddered as his
hole went into spasms and his dick fired off.

"You belong to me now, boy wife.  You're owned and the
whole world knows it.  I love you.   God I love you!"

With that Austin blasted his load in Johnny, marking
his boy pussy for the first time.  As he caught his
breath, he began kissing Johnny who kissed back with
passions.

"My husband rules over me,"  Johnny whispered.

Austin felt his dick grow hard again, kissed Johnny
back, and thought to himself,  "This is gonna be a
hell of a night!  No, scratch that, a hell of a
marriage."

As he began fucking Johnny again, fucking him harder,
Johnny began moaning uncontrollably, like a wild
animal.

Kissing him as he rode him, Austin swore he would love
his boy wife Johnny Croshere forever.
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