Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 14:35:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Storie <joejoe_75202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Defeating The School Jock Chapter 8 The Next Morning

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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.
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Now on with "Defeating The School Jock Chapter 7 The
Next Morning

My life was fast changing.  It had started the day I
witnessed with all the other dads and my son's fellow
wrestling teammates taken down but on top of being
taken down he was screwed in front of the entire
wresting team and fathers.

I couldn't bare to be around my own son.  How could he
do this to me?  I had asked myself so right after the
wrestling match I ran from the gym, got in my car and
headed home.  I went to the basement and hid myself
away in shame.  I thought of what I would tell my son
when he got home.  I couldn't think of anything to say
to him.

Patrick had finally come home and I was prepare to
tell him off but somehow Patrick pulled the situation
around and it was me that Patrick took me down in a
wrestling match between him and myself.  Patrick
insisted we wrestle in the buff and he ended up
winning.  Not only did he win he mounted and fucked
me.   He did what Joey had done to him at school.
Maybe my son wasn't such a looser after all.   I began
to look up to him as an equal after we wrestled.
However that lasted only a short time before he took
complete control over me.

That night I was sitting watching tv with my son when
the phone rang.  Patrick answered it.  I could hear
him from across the room.  "Hello."  He said.
"Tomorrow morning.  Yes.  Fine with me.  Oh it will be
fine with him also.  He'll do what I tell him to do.
However you took advantage of the situation last week
and as you saw today we are evenly matched.  I still
say you're beneath me, your dad, my dad and every one
we know but I'll agree to come over with dad first
thing in the morning.  Yes I'll bring the things your
asking me to bring."

"Who was that Patrick."  I said.

"Joey.  You better get up to bed your in for a busy
day tomorrow George."  Patrick said..

I wanted to say something about Patrick saying my
first name but I decided not to say anything.  I saw
the look my son looked at me as if challenging me.  I
had the funny feeling Patrick was trying to start
something but I was far too tired to want to get into
Patrick addressing me by my first name.  "Your right
son I am tired.  Goodnight Patrick."  I said walking
to the stairs and going up stairs to shower and go to
bed.

Before we went in the washroom I heard the tv down
stairs and knew he was watching tv.   He probably was
watching the movie.   I showered and went to bed.  I
must have fallen right to sleep the next thing I heard
was the alarm clock beside my bed.  I got up as
quietly as possible dressed in shorts and t-shirt and
went down stairs.   I would put my sandals that were
by the kitchen door on before my son and I left to go
to Joey's.

I set the kitchen table and began to make breakfast.
No sooner than I had the bacon in the frying pan when
I heard the shower running upstairs.   Not long after
I heard the shower shut off I turned around and saw
Patrick entering the kitchen.  "Good morning Patrick.
I thought we better have a good breakfast before going
to Joey's."  I said and hoped Patrick would tell me
his appreciation for thinking of making breakfast.

"Good thinking."  Patrick said.

Patrick sat down and ate the breakfast I put in front
of him without saying a word then got up and went into
the washroom closing the door behind him.

I washed, dried, put the dishes away and cleaned up
the kitchen.  When I turned around Patrick was coming
out of the washroom.  I passed him in the hall on my
way to the washroom to go to the washroom, brush my
teeth, hair and wash my face and hands.  When I came
out Patrick was weighting in the hall.  "Get the
weights George from the basement and bring them out to
the car one by one.  I'll help."  Patrick said.

"Okay Patrick."  I said and followed Patrick down the
basement stairs.  Patrick opened the basement window
and with Patrick's help we lifted the weights and
pushed them out the open window.  When we had all the
weights outside I closed the window and followed
Patrick outside.  Once outside Patrick helped me take
the weights from the lawn and put them in the back
seat of the car.

 "Let's get going."  Patrick said once the weights
were in the back seat of the car.  I got in behind the
steering will and Patrick got in the passenger side of
the car.  "We're going to Jack and Joey's house.
Right son."  I said.

"Where else would be going with the weights the moon.
Yes of coarse we're going to Jack's and Joey's house."
 Patrick said starting the engin the same time backing
out of the lane way and heading down the street toward
Jack's and Joey's house.

I pulled up into Jack's and Joey's lane way and got
out.  "Help me bring the weights in the house George
but be as quiet as possible.  We walked up to the side
door and Patrick opened the door.  "Good Joey unlocked
the door earlier for us."  Patrick said and we walked
in with a couple of weights.  He propped the door open
and we carried the rest of the weights inside then
down the basement.  "You can do some working out
before Jack and Joey come down stairs.  Strip."
Patrick said.

"Did you say strip?"  I asked.  "I hope your kidding?
I can't be nude when Jack and Joey show up."

"Yes you can and if you don't hurry the fuck up you'll
be black and blue when Joey and his dad come down.  I
have let you off easy so far."  Patrick said grabbing
me by my t-shirt pulling me toward him and starred in
my eyes.  "Strip, and be quick about it."

"No."  I said.  "You won't beat me with your friend
and his dad just upstairs."

"Yes I will."  Patrick said and before I could move he
made a fist and slugged me in the stomach hard.
"Don't you dare question me again and who says Joey is
my friend.  "I'm just going along with him to train
you and his dad."

I was still leaning forward with my hands around my
stomach.  "Move it ass hole."  Patrick said.

I sat down and began to take my sandals off.  "Hurry
up."  Patrick said.  "I want you nude when Joey and
his dad get down here."

"Yes Patrick I'm trying."  I said pulling my t-shirt
over my head and tossing it on the floor after I had
it off.  I stood up, undid my jean shorts, pulled the
zipper down, pushed the shorts to the floor and kicked
them off with my bare feet.  "Okay Patrick."

"Everything George.  That means the boxers."  Patrick
said."

"Okay Patrick."  I said.

I want you to pull out the exercise mats from over
there."  Patrick said and I followed his finger to the
other side of the room.  "Okay Patrick."  I said and
turned to walk to the other side of the room.  "Stop
where you are."

"What for?"  I asked.

"I've let you off all morning since you get up calling
me Patrick but that's enough you call me Sir or Master
from now on when I tell you to.  Starting now address
me properly."  Patrick said.

"Yes Sir."  I said.  "May I go and get the rugs now
Sir."  I said.

"Yes go get them ass hole.  Your as much an ass hole
as Joey."  Patrick said.

"Why are you calling him an ass hole Patrick."  I
said.

Before I had a chance to move Patrick slugged me hard
in the gut again and I held my arms over my middle and
learned over.  "Sir.  Can't you remember one fucking
thing.  Your to call me Sir or Master not Patrick."
Patrick said.

"I looked up in his face my arms around my stomach.
His face was bright red in anger I thought to myself.
"I'm sorry Sir.  I'll try to improve."  I said.

"Okay now get the rugs and be quick about it George."
Patrick said.

"Yes Sir."  I said managing to stand up and walked to
the far side of the room.  I rolled the two mats
inside each other and brought them back holding them
in my arms.  "Here they are sir."  I said.

"Lay them down boy."  Patrick said.  "By the way I
will say anything I like about Joey behind his back
George and that's that.  Besides I'm not afraid to say
it to his face either.  He is pitiful.  He only caught
me off guard the first time.  He can't even keep his
dad under control.   I know his father is just going
along with him for now.  Eventually his dad will put
Joey under his thumb where Joey belongs.  In fact I'll
have Joey under my thumb before I leave today as well
I'm going to have a lot of fun with him by the end of
the day."

"Patrick.  I mean Sir."  I said and backed up.  "You
are joking aren't you Master?"

"No I'm not joking."  Patrick said and before could
step back Patrick slapped my face hard.  "Don't ever
question what I say ass hole."

Just then I thought I heard something from upstairs.
Then the door opened into the reck room.  "Good
morning Patrick, George."  Joey said.

"It's about time you up pussy."  Patrick said.

"Yea I got dad up and over here finally Joey."  Joey
said.

"I was talking to you."  Patrick said looking at Joey
as he walked in the room ahead of his dad.  "You're
the pussy mouth.  I'm tired of the games I know you
want me to control you.  It's written all over you
face.  joejoe_75202@yahoo.com or	 joeyts@hotmail.com

End of Chapter Seven.

"I'll help you take them down stairs George."  Patrick
said.  "Try to be as quiet as possible."
















































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 or joeyts@hotmail.com