Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2016 16:24:57 -0700
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: The Taming of the Jock - chapter 7

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THE TAMING OF THE JOCK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER SEVEN

In some respects, Memorial Day weekend was the disaster I feared it would
be. Tyhcinn made me do every imaginable chore around the cabin. I was cook,
waiter, busboy, dishwasher and maid. I scrambled eggs, made sandwiches,
grilled hamburgers, and poured drinks from seemingly endless bottles of
Jack Daniels and Fireball. I cracked open enough beers to satisfy the
entire bleacher section at a major-league baseball game. On a hot day.

Tyhcinn's mom and my mom each had packed food, but it was obvious Tyhcinn
had planned on Tony and Lang being around, because Mrs. Lomand packed
enough for four. Actually, my mom packed enough for four and Tyhcinn's mom
packed enough for six or eight.

I was also the resident cocksucker, pussyboi and cumdump for the
weekend. Try as I might, I never viewed that role as a disaster. Okay, I
liked it. It was weird because I hated losing to Tyhcinn, Lang and, most of
all, Tony. But the sex... fuck, it was hot and exciting. Damn
exciting. Strangely, I got turned on when I was humiliated and treated as a
cumdump. It was confusing enough that I rode the waves and didn't try to
figure out what hell was going on.

We slept in on Saturday and it was late morning by the time I showered. I'd
removed the rubber band that encased my cock and balls, and when I emerged
from the bathroom, I was met by a glare from Tyhcinn. His skinny black arms
were folded across his chest, and I could tell he was not a happy
camper. He held up the rubber band and the twine attached to it and
growled, "Didn't I make it clear you're on a short lease, jock boy? So you
take this off your junk one more time and you're gonna be famous. Maybe not
the kind of famous that you hoped for. Certainly not the kind of famous
your parents hoped for."

I nodded and glumly grabbed my junk and stuffed it into the rubber band. I
started to get dressed, but Tyhcinn yanked on the twine attached to the
homemade cock ring and snarled, "Did I tell you that you could get dressed,
dick brain? I'm only going to tell you this one more time. For the weekend,
you're a pussyboi cumdump and you do everything I tell you to do, even if
your pea brain thinks it makes no sense. You are not allowed clothes. Got
that? You're fucking bubble butt is bare all weekend, and your cock and
balls will get nothing but fresh air and sunshine. Just read what's on your
stomach and butt – `Pussyboi Cumdump.' Welcome to your weekend in
paradise."

Fuck. The weekend was already shaping up to be an endless series of
catastrophes. Except the thought of Tyhcinn keeping me naked was, well,
kinda exciting.

Tossing the coiled-up twine to me, Tyhcinn pointed to the kitchen and
ordered me to make breakfast. I sighed when I saw the mess in the living
room, but swept up most of the empty beer cans, dirty dishes and snack food
wrappers and started in on breakfast.

Later, the guys were still mourning their hangovers and munching on the
remnants of breakfast when Tony grabbed his junk and asked, "You want my
eggs for breakfast, Tyler? Be a nice little cocksucker and suck my dick. I
need to get off."

This was going to go on all weekend. Tyhcinn left no doubt about what he
expected me to do, pointing to the floor in front of where Tony was
sprawled out.

Resigned to my fate, I got on my knees between Tony's thick thighs and went
down on him. "Damn, Tyler," Tony sneered, "This is the prettiest I've ever
seen you look. Your ruddy red cheeks are extra flushed after Tyhcinn fucked
you up the ass all night with his black horse cock, and you look so damn
fine with my dick in your mouth. Those pouty red lips of yours were made
for cock." I had two and half days of verbal abuse to look forward to. At
least the scenery was good. As usual, Tony hadn't bothered with a shirt,
and his awesome arms and pumped chest caused me to forget that I was
sucking his cock. And having Tony's hard brown prod buried in my throat
was... um, hot. I didn't dare give Tony any hint that I wanted his dick.

I coaxed Tony's fat cock into a climax and Tony into a loud shout of "Fuck
Yeah!" He blew his wad into my mouth and growled, "Swallow my cum,
cocksucker!" Gasping as his last dribble of cum oozed from his dick, he
added, "That is one fine cocksucking mouth ya got there, Tyler. All this
time you missed your calling." Having delivered my second blow job of the
day, it occurred to me that I was going to have the taste of teen cum in my
mouth the entire weekend.

I would never admit it to my tormentors, but I got a jolt of satisfaction
when I brought Tony off in my mouth, and his dick juice wasn't bad
tasting. And yesterday, as much as I told myself I hated being turned into
a cumdump, I'd gotten off when each of the guys had cum inside my
ass. Okay, part of me was into the whole pussyboi thing. The sex was
incredible, better than I had dreamed and certainly better than whacking
off. What bothered me wasn't getting my butt pounded and my throat
pillaged, it my friends' gloating about it.

Lang took his opportunity to get off a load while I was washing the
breakfast dishes. The cabin didn't possess the luxury of a dishwasher, so
after breakfast I did the dishes by hand in a sink of soapy water. I didn't
know the tall redhead was behind me until he slipped his hands around my
chest and pinched my tits. He whispered in my ear, "I used to watch you in
your jock strap all the time in the locker room after baseball practice,
Tyler. The way you strutted your stuff and never bothered to put a towel
around your waist after showering was freaking hot. I used to beat off
thinking about your awesome bubble butt and how good it would feel to slide
my dick into it."

Lang was doing exactly that, sliding his slender pole in between my butt
cheeks. I had another vision of missed opportunities. Not only had I missed
doing it with Tyhcinn during high school, I could have had firsthand
experience with Lang Long Dong instead of merely gazing at the dude's junk
from afar and laughing about his nickname.

"Watching your naked bubble butt got me hard, Tyler. You're gonna help me
with that little problem. Stay right where you are." Only Lang would call
his stiff pecker a `little' problem.

Lang greased his donkey dong and put enough lube on the head to cover my
hole with multiple coats of lube. He swirled his cock around the entrance
to my ass and said, "Time for my cock to visit your tight hole, baby. And
its gonna leave you a little present."

I held my breath, worrying that my ass would be raw after getting
buttfucked by all three guys yesterday and then having Tyhcinn's cock
become a frequent flyer inside me during the night. But my hole wasn't as
sore as I feared. That was good, because getting Lang's long dong inside my
butt was turning me on and giving me a major boner. Lang worked his way
into my ass, pulling out twice to relube his shaft and telling me how tight
my butthole was and how horny he was to fuck my brains out. I liked hearing
that my butt was driving the stud wild.

Once his monster was all the way up my chute, Lang bred me as I stood
facing the sink. He fucked my hole like crazy, slamming me against the
countertop. The dude was tall enough and rammed me hard enough that he
lifted me off my feet a couple of times. He got close and growled, "Here it
comes baby. I'm gonna cum in your ass! I'm cumming!" He skewered my hole
with a final, deep thrust and his cum jetted into my hole.

Lang kept me pinned against the sink for a minute or two, but when he
finally pulled out he sneered, "You got a damn nice ass, Tyler boy. A tight
Ty-ass."

I was hoping Lang wouldn't detect my rock hard cock, but alas, he grabbed
it, squeezed it like a vice and snarled, "Don't tell me you didn't like
that. You fucking love having my cock buried in your butthole. Ya think you
know a guy but sometimes you find out that you didn't know shit about
him. But you know something? I like the polite little cock whore a helluva
lot better than the arrogant jerk. The cock whore with a great body,
awesome bubble butt, and tight fuck chute. The one who sucks like a Hoover
and swallows like a sink hole. And never says no. Tyler boy, I'm gonna have
one helluva great weekend using your fine ass. But don't worry about that
being all you get. We're working together all summer long, and I can see
balling your butthole every fucking day."

I had to refill the sink to finish the dishes because the water had gotten
cold. I debated whacking off a load as I scrubbed the last few plates. My
cock was still hard, and while my ass felt sadly empty without Lang's long
dong, I still remembered how it felt inside me while Lang's bare chest
pressed against my back and the dude's big hands held my body.

Tyhcinn would be pissed if he caught me fisting myself, but I doubted he
was going to be checking on how the dishes were coming. Fuck. I slipped a
soapy, wet hand around my dick, and the warmth sent a happy shiver through
me. As long as I faced the sink, none of the dudes would know what was
happening until they got close, and if that happened, I'd have enough
warning to cover up what I was doing. I went to work on my cock.

I couldn't resist sticking two fingers inside my pussy long enough to stab
my prostate and dig out some of Lang's splooge, which I ate before I
realized what I was doing. Fuck. What was wrong with me? I'd gotten off
four times yesterday and I was still wildly horny. I chalked it up to not
having jacked off in the days leading up to the Memorial Day trip. That and
the rubber band cock ring that kept me plump and semi-hard.

I sighed as I pumped my cock. With the threat of being caught looming, this
wasn't going to be a leisurely, drawn-out climax. I needed to get off
quickly. But I wasn't going to take long, not as I recalled how Lang's fuck
stick had felt inside my pussy and how Tyhcinn's black rod had filled my
ass throughout the night.

I was completely focused on my cock when I heard Tyhcinn say, "How are the
dishes coming along, bitch? You're taking long enough. Your services are
wanted outside." Either I started cumming or was merely on the verge of my
climax, but in a panic, I shoved my cock against the kitchen counter and
dropped my hands into the dishwater. At least my finger wasn't in my
asshole right then. If Tyhcinn got close enough to see over my shoulder,
he'd find my cock pressed against the edge of the countertop, with a mess
of white cum oozing from my piss slit. Tyhcinn had interrupted me a second
too early, and I was cumming without getting the full sensation of a
climax.

"Um, almost done," I mumbled.

"Good, because you need to get your naked ass outside and set up our lounge
chairs and get drinks." Tyhcinn swatted my ass with his bare hand, making
me gasp, but happily he didn't look over my shoulder.

My interrupted climax was about the least satisfying one I could
remember. I had to fill the sink for the third time and wash the last
dishes again because stringy strands of white spunk had gotten into the
water and were dangling from the plates.

The guys lounged by the lake on Saturday afternoon. Tyhcinn ordered me to
fetch drinks, apply sunscreen and generally do whatever task any of them
could invent. I clenched my teeth the entire time, although if I had been
honest I would have admitted that I didn't mind some things so much. Like
rubbing sunscreen on Tony's hot body. Hell, doing it for Lang and Tyhcinn
was okay, too.

My cock stayed aroused the entire weekend, like I was on industrial
strength Viagra. I swear I was semi-hard for 72 straight hours. The only
time I wasn't semi-hard was when I had a stiff cock in my ass, and then I
was rock hard and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. I blamed my state
on the rubber band at the base of my junk and my self-imposed jack off
moratorium before the weekend, but my perpetual boner was a source of
never-ending amusement for the odd trio of Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang.

Tyhcinn still looked like a hopeless geek, but the funny thing was that he
ran the show. He announced what we were going to do and when. I had no
choice in the matter; if Tyhcinn even sensed that I was about to complain
about some humiliation, he cracked down and, if necessary, threatened me
with exposure of what was becoming a warehouse full of pictures and videos
of me covered with cum and with a cock in my ass, my mouth or both. Tony
and Lang docilely followed Tyhcinn's instructions, too, and I got the
feeling they were used to the nerd being in charge. Weird.

My mental image of Tyhcinn morphed. Throughout high school, I thought of
him as a dweeby geek. I didn't want to be around him. But at the cabin he
was a picture of control and leadership. He called the shots. That was
understandable with me – the fucker owned me for the weekend. But he did
it with Tony and Lang, too. They were happy that he planned everything. It
was clear the three of them were used to hanging out together and when they
did that, Tyhcinn was in control. I saw the black twink in a new light. If
I didn't focus on his thick glasses and his skinny body, he was the epitome
of a dominant, masculine male.

It was probably my imagination, but I thought Tyhcinn watched me intently
over the course of the weekend. I'd be engaged in some mundane task and
look up and find his dark eyes locked on me. At first I detected
puzzlement. Gradually, his gazes betrayed curiosity and surprise, but by
the end of the weekend he stared at me with knowing confidence. Maybe even
a little sympathy. I found it all confusing, except for the sympathy, which
was understandable given my miserable weekend of degradation.

As Tony and Lang lounged by the lake on Saturday afternoon, they decided to
have a beer pong tournament. Tyhcinn wasn't interested; he was reading some
sort of book. Typical. So Tony and Lang played each other. It started as
the best of three, but kept getting extended until it was something like
the best of 21. I was relegated to beer boy and pong chaser.

I had one near disaster when I stepped on the damn twine attached to my
rubber band cock ring while I was fetching the pong ball. I practically
ripped my cock and balls off and I fell to the ground groaning in
anguish. Tony and Lang cracked up laughing. Sympathy from those two was in
short supply. Tyhcinn looked up from his book long enough to stifle a grin,
but at least he was kind enough not to laugh openly.

Tony and Lang's conversation inevitably turned to sex. When they started,
halfway through the beer pong tournament, I was surprised it had taken them
that long. The two of them talked about two things: baseball and sex. With
the high school baseball season over, sex and more sex was on their
minds. At least they weren't talking about how much of a pussyboi cumdump I
was.

The discussion got rolling when the two jocks started tallying which high
school girls put out. Lang was more interested than Tony in speculating
about which girls gave it up. Despite Tony's reputation at school, the
redhead pitcher's catalog of cunt conquests seemed a lot thicker than the
black-haired outfielder's. Tony stayed mostly with girls who went to our
high school, but Lang Long Dong seemed to have bestowed his babymakers on
sluts across the city. At least, when he could talk them into it; the
difficulty he encountered because of the size of his equipment was solid
evidence that a big dick wasn't necessarily a plus. For every girl Lang had
fucked, two or three had been too terrified of his dong to let him inside.

Lang eagerly plunged into some graphic details about his foursome from
three nights earlier. Tony and Tyhcinn seemed mostly bored, but Tony perked
up when Lang said that one of the girls claimed to have been in a foursome
before, except rather than three girls and a guy, it was three black guys
doing her. The girl told Lang that his cock was bigger than any of the
three black dudes' dicks, a factoid Lang made sure he repeated several
times. Tony seemed intrigued by the part of the story where one of the
dudes got his bros ready to fuck the girl by sucking them off while they
ate her pussy.

Before long, Tony switched to a rumor that a high school kid we knew had
gotten a girl at another school pregnant. The conversation drifted to a
story about a dude on the basketball team who supposedly was sleeping with
one of the female teachers. I'd heard that one before, but discounted
it. Tony and Lang were skeptical, too, but Tyhcinn was smugly
noncommittal. Tyhcinn knew the dude pretty well because they were both
black and the black students in our school hung together some. I had the
funny feeling Tyhcinn had some inside information that he wasn't
disclosing.

"Hey, Justin bragged to me last week that he bagged a college babe," Lang
said, changing the subject as he got his pong ball into Tony's cup and Tony
had to down the beer inside. To keep from getting totally trashed, the guys
had cut back to only half cups of beer as the game wore on and at Tyhcinn's
suggestion they had even included two rounds of water.

Justin was on the high school baseball team, so Tony, Lang and I spent a
lot of time with him. Tony was skeptical about Justin scoring, claiming the
dude wouldn't know what to do if he was lucky enough to get a girl's
underwear off. But talking about fucking college coeds led to the most
intriguing piece of gossip of the afternoon. I hadn't heard it before.

"Did you hear what supposedly happened to Jackson at college?" Lang
asked. Jackson was a tall, lanky outfielder on our baseball team last
year. Pretty good ballplayer, but he graduated a year ago and had gone to
college. During high school, the dude was one helluva horn dog; he'd had
almost as much difficulty keeping his dick in his pants as Lang.

"Well, this is according to Harris," Lang confided, "and Harris has a wild
imagination, so take it with a grain of salt. But get this. Jackson meets a
hot chick at a frat rush party and she's like all over him, begging him to
fuck her. A couple of frat dudes tell Jackson they've had her and she's
hot. Jackson is convinced he's hit the jackpot, and he takes her to her
apartment.

"The chick is drunk out of her mind and can't wait to fuck. She gets
Jackson naked as soon as they are inside the apartment and is all over him,
sucking his cock and everything, right on the living room couch. Jackson's
cool with it because he doesn't think anyone else is home, and the bitch
has great tits and sucks cock like a champ.

"Jackson's about ready to shoot when she begs him to eat her pussy. He
thinks eating her out will slow things down a bit, so he goes down on
her. He's slurping down pussy juice when he realizes the bitch isn't saying
anything. He looks up to discover that she's passed out. Totally out. He
can't wake her up.

"Jackson's smart enough to know better than to fuck a girl who's out. He's
pissed as hell but is about to give up when he hears a guy say, `She won't
be up until noon, if then. But no reason to let a fabulous erection like
yours go to waste.'

"Our dude was wrong about nobody else being home. The guy is the chick's
twin brother and has been watching his sister and Jackson put on their sex
show the whole time. Before Jackson can say anything, the dude is on his
knees and swallows Jackson's cock. Jackson is so surprised that he doesn't
stop the guy, and he quickly gets over his reservations because the guy is
an even better cocksucker than his sister.

"Jackson gets close to nutting again but before he shoots, the dude throws
his legs in the air and begs Jackson to fuck him. Jackson is so crazed at
that point that he pounds into the dude and fucks his brains out, all the
while staring at the dude's sister and feeling her tits.

"Well, you know how Jackson thinks he hasn't fucked if he doesn't get off
at least three times? The girl's twin brother has Jackson's cock back in
his mouth as soon as Jackson nuts and gets him hard again. Jackson ends up
fucking the dude on the couch four times. The cunt never wakes up.

"Jackson's happy to have gotten his rocks off but feels kinda weird having
done it with a guy and chalks the night up as merely a weird
experience. The very next day, the girl's brother – Danny – is
texting Jackson and wanting to hook up again. Jackson blows him off. This
goes on for a couple of days before Jackson runs into the girl again. She's
totally horned up and begs Jackson to fuck her.

"Jackson figures she won't pass out the second time, so he takes her to her
apartment and drills her pussy. He gets his first load off and is psyched
as all get out because the babe says she wants it all night long. Jackson
goes to the john and the cunt begs him to get himself hard after he pisses
cuz she wants to see him rock hard when he comes out of the bathroom.

"Jackson takes his piss and is all hot to trot for round two, so he fists
himself into an erection. But when he gets back, bam! Jackson walks out of
the bathroom sporting major wood, and sees Danny with a big shit-eating
grin on his face. The cunt is passed out on the couch again, but Danny's
happy to service Jackson's raging hard on. The dude takes another three or
four of Jackson's loads.

"Jackson starts dating the girl, but it's kinda like he's dating both of
the twins because Danny is always around to pick up where his sister leaves
off. So one night Jackson's girlfriend shows up at Jackson's dorm room and
says she wants to do it in her pickup truck. She drives Jackson up to some
make out place and they fuck in the front seat. Jackson's all hot to dick
her a second time, but she tells him she's sore. Then she says Danny will
take care of him.

"Turns out that Danny's into kink and the entire time was face down in the
back of the pickup, under a tarp, with his ankles and wrists tied to the
corners of the pickup bed. At this point Jackson figures it can't get any
weirder, but he's horny, so he gets on top of Danny, plugs the dude's ass
and starts fucking.

"But then it gets even more strange. The chick hops in the pickup and
starts driving away! Jackson's in full fuck mode and is so horned up that
he keeps fucking Danny. Danny's sister drives all around the city and
Jackson ends up fucking Danny three or four times in the back of the truck.

"Turns out that the twins borrowed the pickup from their older
brothers. The girl returns the truck, thinking her older brothers aren't
home, but they are, and when she pulls up, Jackson is still naked in the
back and Danny is still tied up with cum leaking out of his hole. The
brothers aren't too pleased to discover Jackson has been balling their baby
brother and they accuse Jackson of tying Danny in the back of the
truck. The girl doesn't admit that she tied her brother up and only makes
it worse when she says Jackson has been fucking her, too. The brothers
don't like college boys to begin with, and they decide to teach the
freshman jock boy a lesson.

"The brothers duct taped Jackson's ass shut and took the sorry fucker to
the football stadium and handcuffed him – naked – to one of the
goalposts. By the time the cops found Jackson the next morning and cut the
handcuffs off, like half the college saw him bareassed and hugging the
goalpost, with his hole duct-taped shut.

"Jackson wasn't about to tell the cops what really happened. The cops were
pissed that he wouldn't reveal who tied him up, so they charge him with
indecent exposure. Fortunately, the judge thought it was a college prank
and let Jackson off with only a warning and community service, which is,
get this, handing out condoms during STD week on campus."

The story sounded outlandish to me. I knew Jackson well enough to know the
dude was a total horn dog, and it wasn't a stretch to think he would fuck
Danny when his sister wouldn't give it up, particularly if Danny was happy
to get dicked four or five times. But I questioned the whole pickup truck
and goalpost episode.

Tony had been groping his junk as Lang told the story, and I had a bad
feeling about where things were headed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you
Tyler?" Tony said, sneering at me. "I mean what happened to Danny in the
truck. Getting your butt pounded in the back of a pickup while somebody
drives around? Whaddya say?" He grabbed his dick and shoved it against his
swim trunks.

Fuck. I feared I was in trouble when the conversation first started on sex,
but in truth, the image in my mind of Danny in the back of the pickup got
me excited, and I kept imaging myself in the pickup bed. Jackson was a stud
and the thought of being underneath him with my wrists and ankles tied was
giving my cock a little lift. Not that it needed any more stimulus...


TO BE CONTINUED...

Sorry to break with a cliffhanger of sorts, but this chapter was getting
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