Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 16:33:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Storie <joejoe_75202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Defeating The School Jock Chapter 7 The Next Day

This is only for those who enjoy erotic, bestiality,
incest gay stories.  Do not mix this up with bi
because it is strictly gay.  Also you must be of legal
age to read this.  In Canada it may be younger than
most countries.  In the U.S. age may vary in each
state. I do not know legal age of each state.  I do
believe Alaska has the youngest of approval age.

Now on with "Defeating The School Jock Chapter 7 The
Next Day

I didn't know what to expect next from Joey these
days.  He had taken my mouth and ass the night before
twice.  I hat to say it but I had enjoyed his
brutalization.  He had been more dominant than I had
been my entire life.  I had never even raised my voice
to him before in my life and last night he had
vertually called me every name in the book at the top
of his voice.  Was something the matter with me?  I
took all my clothes off and tossed them on the close
by chair then laid on my bed.  I must have fallen
asleep.  The next thing I remembered was hearing
someone entering my room.

"Get up ass hole."  I heard faintly and after opening
my eyes I saw  my son at the end of my bed.

"What's this all about Joey?"  I asked.

"Just get up and come with me."  Joey said.  He was
wearing jean shorts and a white T-shirt.

"I'm not wearing anything son."

"I don't recall anything about telling you get
dressed.  I told you to get out of bed and follow me
so that's what I want you to do."  Joey said.

"No."  I said.  I knew if I let my son continue to
take control of me I'd be his for life so I had to dig
my heals in and refuse.

Suddenly without any warning I felt my face slapped
hard.

"Don't you dare refuse me again you fucking homo."
Joey said.

"Stop this nonesense."  I said and raised my open hand
intending on slapping Joey across the face.  I had
never raised a hand to him before but I just couldn't
let him brutalize me.

I didn't get my hand raised when Joey slugged me in my
stomach.  "Don't you ever raise your hand to me homo."
 Joey said.

"Okay Joey lets stop this.  What did you want to show
me anyway before this all started."  I said.

This was getting out of hand and I had to stop it even
if it meant letting Joey have the upper hand for now,
that is.  "Can't I at least put my house coat on."  I
said.

"Fuck I saw you last night nude.  I even screwed you
so stop being modest dad."  Joey said.

"Alright I'll come with you but at least tell me what
this is all about."  I said.

"First your going to make me breakfast then I'll
decide what to do with you after you clean up the
dishes and kitchen.  Now get the fuck up."  Joey
yelled.

I suppose I could have argued with Joey or even jumped
up and tried to knock Joey down but I chose to do what
Joey told me to do.  I didn't want to start something
first thing in the morning."  That's what I tried to
tell myself that is.  I got out of bed and followed
Joey into the hall.  "Can I at least go to the
washroom before we go son."  I said.

"Be quick about it."  Joey said.  "I'll stand here."

"Alright."  I said turning and going into the washroom
and closing the door.

Before I even pulled the toilet seat up the door
opened.  "Who told you to close the door?"

"No one.  Why?"  I asked.  I was beginning to do my
piss dance because I had to go so bad.

"Never close a door again without my permission."
Joey said.  "Take your dam piss and lets get going."

"Yes."  I said turning pulling the toilet seat up,
standing over the toilet and letting a stream of piss
flow out and into the toilet.

I took a deep breath with relief.  I was feeling
better by the second.  "Oh that feels better."  I
said.

"Wash your hands and let's get going."  Joey said.

I finished pissing and shook the last couple of drips
from my penis turned, washed my hands, dried them,
turned and went out in the hall.  "I'm ready."  I
said.


Before I could take another step I was surprised to
feel a slap on my ass cheek.  "Sir you fucking ass
hole.  The name is Sir or Master.  Never address me as
Joey or anything else ever again or you'll get much
worse than that.  Now follow me. " Joey said.

"No.  Just follow me.  We won't be leaving the house."
 Joey said.  I followed Joey to the first floor and
walked down the hall.   I looked out the den window as
we passed the den.  I saw a car in the lane way.  I
recognized it from the night Joey had screwed Patrick
in the gym.  It was the car Patrick's dad had driven
away in while I waited for Joey.  "Is Patrick here
Joey or his dad?"  I asked as we headed toward the
basement stairs."

"You'll see in a minute, just hurry up and follow me."
 Joey said.

The next thing we were out side the basement door.
Joey opened the door and pushed me.  "Don't just stand
there get going down."  Joey said.

I looked down to see the basement lights were on
before taking my first step down stairs.  It was quiet
down stairs.  I reached the basement.  The reck room
door was closed.  "Where now Joey?"  I asked.

"In the reck room ass hole."  Joey said.  I was put
astonished Joey calling me an ass hole but ignored him
and opened the reck room door and walked in.  I looked
around the room not knowing what to expect.  I
couldn't believe my eyes what I saw at the far side of
the room.  Patrick's dad, George, was on his hands and
knees nude and Patrick was standing behind him.  "It's
about time Joey."  Patrick said.  "Dad's getting
impatient.  Aren't you dad."  Patrick said.

"What ever you say son."  George said his head bent to
the floor.

Patrick circled his father until he was directly in
front of him.  "What did you say slut?  When you talk
to me you look at me and you address me the way I
taught you at home."  Patrick said and I saw Patrick
raise his right hand and slap his dad across the face.
 It was so hard there was a red hand print left on his
face.  "Now repeat yourself properly.  Show Joey's dad
how he should behaving when with Joey and myself."

"What ever you say Sir."  George said looking up his
eyes glued to Patrick's face.

"Get over beside Joey's dad and on your hands and
knees."  Joey said looking at me then Patrick and then
George.

I hated to admit it but I knew I had no choice but to
do what my son said even if it was in front of his new
Conrad Patrick.  I started to walk toward George when
I heard Joey say.  "On your hands and knees homo."
Joey said.

"Yes Joey."  I said looking up at Joey the same time.
Then I felt before I saw Joey's hand against my right
cheek.

"Sir you ass hole.  Didn't you see Patrick's dad
addressing Patrick as Sir.  Now on your knees and get
over beside his dad."  Joey said.  "I'm tired of
telling over and over again to address me as Sir or
Master.  Now move it ass hole.

"Yes Sir."  I said and got down so my hands and knees
were touching the floor and began to crawl over to
George and turned around so I was facing Joey.  "What
now Sir?"

"I think they both need a good work out before the
gang comes over.  They'll be hear in a couple of
hours."  Patrick said.

"Your right Patrick."  Joey said.  "Dad, George on
your feet and both of you begin jumping jacks until I
tell you to stop.

"Yes Sir."  I said and heard George answering also.  I
stood up and jumped in the air.

"Jumping Jacks."  Patrick said.  "Don't you two know
jumping jacks.  You begin with both your legs together
and your arms beside your sides, jump off the group
spreading your legs and raising your arms up until
they meet over your heads.  Begin, now!"

"Yes Sir."  I said.  Some time when I wasn't looking
Joey must have gone behind me and picked up a leather
belt because suddenly I felt the sting of what felt
like a thick leather belt against my ass.

"Ready, set, go."  Patrick said.  I jumped in the air
spread my legs raised my hands over my head.

"Who told you to stop ass hole."  I heard Patrick say.
 I want to see some good jacking jacks for at least
five minutes then I heard something wiz through the
air and connect with a loud smack.

"That goes for you to bitch."  Joey said and I felt
the belt strike my ass again.  I began the jumping
jacks again, raising my arms and spreading my legs the
same time, back and forth back and forth.  I dare not
stop even though I was feeling tired.  I felt for sure
it was more than five minutes.  "Okay you both can
stop."

"Thank you son."  I said.

"Sir you cunt.  You call me Sir."  Joey said when I
looked at him in his read face.

"Should I Joey?"  Patrick said.

"Yes by all means."  Joey said and before I could
catch my breath from the jumping jacks I felt the belt
against my ass cheek again.

"Okay son we're doing what you tell us."  George said.
 "Now can we stop this game."

"This is no game cunt."  I heard Joey from behind me
and heard the belt connect once more.  At least this
time it was against George's ass and not mine.  "Tell
me you know this is no game cunt."

"Sorry Sir this is no game.  I'll behave.  I promise
just stop hitting me with that belt."  George said.  I
looked over to see tears running down George's face.
I thought I would never see George crying.  He had
been my bully in school and now his son had him
groveling on the floor in front of him.  I wanted to
laugh but just smiled.

"What are you smiling for?"  George asked.

"Nothing Sir."  I answered.

"Good because your going to start with the weights
next.  I brought some in and put them on the other
side of the room.  Go get them."  I said.

"Yes sir."  I said and went to the other side of the
room on my knees and pushed one set of weights to the
middle of the room.  "What now sir?"

"Stand up and start pumping iron boy."  I said.
"Yes Sir."  I said knowing I had to do what Joey told
me to do or I'd feel the belt against my ass and my
ass felt enough pain to last me at least the rest of
the day.  I know I was being broke fast but I just
didn't have the will power to fight back.  I picked up
the weight and pushed it over my head.

"George get the other weights and do the same as Jack.
 Now boy.  Don't take all day."  Patrick said.

I looked over at George as he rolled the weight over
until he was close to myself.

"Get on with it Dad."  Patrick said.  "I know you can
lift those small weights however I want you to compete
with Joey's dad.   I expect real competition.  If I do
not get competition then I will whip you until you
bleed.  If you think I'm joking, just try me."

"I'll do my best."  George said.

"Okay dad."  Joey said to me get ready to compete with
George.  You always bragged about being the A-1
gymnast in school now it's time you proved it.

End of Chapter 7 joejoe_75202@yahoo.com