Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 16:22:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michaels Story pt.8

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this nature where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between teenage
boys. And is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a
result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely
fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities
are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also
contains fighting, rough sex, and w/s between young men, if this bothers
you, then please do not read any further!

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This story was inspired by a dear friend! It is through his undying
praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of
humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once
again! So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild! Chaz

			  "Michaels Story pt. 8"

The partying continued for several hours, till all four twins had dumped
their seed into either Michael or myself with Luke and Brock shooting
their sizable loads four times each, and Garret, and Jarred twice each.
Although Garret made it clear he wanted to save himself for later that
night while he had Michael alone.

When it came time for Garret and Jarred to leave, I of course was the
designated driver. I assumed I was dropping each pair of twins off at
their proper ranches. However, I soon learned that Brock and Luke would
be my guests for another night' .......even though Michael would be
spending the night elsewhere.

I had mixed emotions about this bit of news. You see, even though I was
slowly falling in love with Jarred's love muscle......and finally after
all these years admitting to myself that I obviously am Bi if not
straight out GAY......I wasn't sure I wanted to be forced into more gay
sex....I mean I still have a position within this town and all.....and
boys being boys, I was sure sooner or later, their bragging would begin.

BUT, speaking of bad news, what I was told next was devastating to say
the least. I had no reason to believe what was being said, but it still
hit me like a ton of bricks non the less......and after giving it some
thought while in a state of trance....I felt just maybe there might be
some truth to it.....but it still took some time for my brain to accept
it.

I was busy getting dressed to drop my son, and his buds off at their
ranch when I heard the ugly words for the first time.

The words that would haunt me for the rest of my life, were coming from
Garret. "So Brock....when do we get to break the news to Mr. Fag? I think
the timing is perfect Now if you ask me!"

I continued to dress my feet as I glanced over at Garret and Brock,
wondering what was up now. Brock looked me in the eye and smiled.
"Hey..... why not.....it'll get him nice and mellow for the long night
ahead with me and my bro. Since you'll be training Mikey all night...why
don't you be the one to share our family secret with Mr. Fag."

Now fully dressed, I stood and looked around for my keys. Garret started
laughing which got the other Clayborne twins laughing as well. "Think ya
better sit back down Mr. Fag....you're probably gonna take this news
pretty hard." I looked Garret over from head to foot, he sure was a
handsome boy, dark complexion from spending so much time in the sun, as
well muscled if not more so than the other Clayborne teens... including
Austin at his age. The famous Clayborne squared jaw, broad shoulders, a
well defined chest with pecs that most teens his age just dream about
having, protruding nipples, a tight six-pack that was damn close to
becoming an eight-pack, and of course a narrow waist sinking down into
his unwashed jock. His legs like all the Clayborne boys were extremely
well defined....with the muscular thighs much thicker than the average
teen, then my tour was interrupted by his voice and cocky attitude. "Hey
pops, when I said the word HARD....I wasn't referring to my dick...so
look up at my face while I'm talking to ya!" His cocky and dominating
attitude had everyone in hysterics once again.

I sat back down in my chair and looked up into his eyes submissively,
waiting for the words that would soon crush me.

With an evil grin pasted to his smug face, I knew whatever it was that he
had to say, he was getting way too much pleasure from being the one
chosen to tell me. "Hmmmmm...where do I start......k....I know.....let's
start with before Mikey was born.....story has it you and the Mrs. were
having problems havin a baby......even had you praying for a
miracle...then one day it happened...yup....a real fuckin miracle took
place.....you know what that miracle was, pops? .......It was my uncle
Austins thick cock.....your wife went and asked him for his help ....it
seems she was in dire need of a REAL mans cock, so that she could get
KNOCKED UP!" My first reaction was pure anger at this tough teenage
football jocks insinuation. I wanted to jump up and pummel him with my
fists for his filthy words about my dead wife.....but I was now circled
by all four Clayborne teens just waiting for an opportunity to do more
bodily damage to me...so the cowardice within me .....kept me seated,
hearing him out.

"However, my uncle Austin wasn't so quick to honor her any
favors....since she turned him down a bunch of times while dating you and
even during your first couple of months of marriage, seems he wanted to
show her the difference between a man and a faggot, but she
refused.......he eventually decided to grant her the favor....but it
would be under his rules! HE MADE HER BEG HIM....ya that's right
.....you heard me correctly.....she had to beg him to FUCK her.....even
had to get down on her knees each time.....and kiss his cock-head
first......." This is where I flew into a fit.....screaming vulgarities
at this young Clayborne prick, what right did he have to make up such a
horrible story about my dead wife? But, before I even had the chance to
leave my chair I had two pair of arms holding me down and one pair of
arms flailing a pair of fists into my gut. All the while Garret continued
with his version of what took place....meanwhile my son was sobbing
loudly....not for my benefit ...I'm sure....nah it wasn't for me he was
crying......it was hearing all this crap about the mother he loved so
much....yet Garret.....the evil little prick went on with his story
anyways. "Yeeeaaah picture it if you can, pops......your precious newly
wed wife down on her knees....in front of the dude that fucked you're
mouth so often when you were our age.....and she was made to kiss his
cock-head each time she begged him to FUCK her.....and of course each
time....he would grant her the favor.....and fuck her senseless.......for
two hours at a time.... three times a week for the rest of her
LIFE.....yup...you heard it right....that was part of his rules.....if he
grated her the favor of fucking her....and if she got pregnant by
him....she would have to pay him back by taking his cock three times a
week for the rest of her life.....and she more than gladly repaid her
dept.....I can tell ya that!.....She learned very well as time went
on....just how to thank Uncle Austins dick....orally, up her ass...and of
course in her twat.....THREE fucking times a week.....at the snap of his
fingers! So...what we have here in Mikey?....... Is an illegitimate
fucking Clayborne.....and it appears that he has so much of uncle Austins
cum inside him....that he secretly craves for the taste of CLAYBORNE cum
himself......aint that right Mikey?....yeah....you may not want to admit
it at the moment....but you sure will after tonight.....THAT....I can
promise ya!"

I was too dazed at the moment to look over at my son for a reaction to
all this.....my head hung low...my eyes flooding with tears.

Somewhere in the distance....I heard a voice say "K time to get my
cousins home....Mr. Fag."

The angry voice of Brock...wasn't that much of a distance after
all.......actually......he was right in my face....bringing me back to
reality. "Hey Mr. Fag......you hearing me or what? .......I told you to
get your ass in gear!" This was followed by a nasty slap to my face that
stung like hell. "Don't you worry Mr. Fag ....you'll get more
dick......later.....way the fuck more....so cheer up.....and get my
cousins home.....so you can get that mouth back here all the sooner!"

...............................................................................
.........................

The following is narrated by Michael.

I grew up knowing I was a little different from other dudes....ya I know
how cliche that sounds.....and NO......I don't mean I liked wearing moms
clothes or shit like that.....but I do admit to liking dudes that were
tougher than myself.....and trust me...there were not too many dudes in
town that were tougher than me. However, there were enough to leave me
wondering what the hell was up with my obsession with them.

The Clayborne brothers.....two sets of twins......were my closest
buds.....and they were also the toughest dudes in town.

Fuck.....not only were they the toughest.....these dudes were ripped with
muscle ever since I can remember.....even way back in fuckin grade
school......and man they loved showin off their muscle too.....I guess
that's when my memories begin of my fascination with tougher dudes.
These kids not only had a mean attitude, and a cockiness way about
them.... but most importantly......they had muscle to back em up.....and
when they accepted me into their very well known ..... `Claybornes do
not harass club' I became the happiest kid in the world. Even though it
would be years before me and them became actual buds and began hanging
out together.

But....that didn't stop me from admiring them.......hell no!.....I even
found myself secretly wondering what it would be like if I was one of the
dudes they picked on. Ya, as sick as it sounds....once I hit my middle
school years......I would even lay in bed at night imagining what it
would be like if I was one of the kids they quietly pushed into the woods
after school and beat up.

I heard many rumors about the Clayborne family....that they all were
bullies....and often made other dudes.....even their good friends do
humiliating things .... I mean like kissing their boots....lickin the
boots clean......kissing parts of their bodies....sometimes even in front
of other students. So in a way I was happy that I was one that they
ignored.

I never knew if there was any truth to any of these rumors....till the
first year in High School.....we were all like fourteen or
somethin....and after foot balI practice one day I over heard Brock
whisper to this other dude.....in the locker room "Todays the day
cunt....me, my bro and my cousins are gonna be waitin for ya after
school.....we're gonna take you out back and fuck you up good......you
should never have made a move on Samantha.....You hear that, man.....n e
v v v v a!..... Now you pay....and a word of warning....you either take
your punishment in private......or I'll beat the fuck outta ya....and
humiliate ya in front of the whole school....you got it?"

Brock then shoved the dude against the lockers and punched him in the
gut......my eyes were glued to Brocks near naked body as he stood there
in just his jock, his well defined chest pressed against the weaker dudes
chest.....and I was in awe of Brocks perfect teen body and his dominating
attitude...suddenly I so wanted to be friends with this dude. I guess my
eyes lingered just a little too long, Brock turned and knowing I had
witnessed the whole scene, smiled at me, and when he past me....he
quickly locked his eyes onto mine and whispered..... "gotta keep these
tough boy wannabe's in line .....otherwise they try stealing everyone's
girl.....ya know what I'm sayin?" I just nodded my head and tried to
fake a smile....scared that he was pissed cause I witnessed his abuse on
another student.

But his smile remained as he walked past me.

I rushed out of school that day...so I could quietly follow Brock and his
posse to where the fight would take place.

I stood behind a tree and watched as Brocks victim slowly approached him.
Placing his arm over the dudes shoulder as if they were best of friends,
Brock led the kid into the woods followed by his twin brother and twin
cousins.

Staying a safe distance behind them I noticed that after they were well
away from the school itself, Brocks arm tightened around the dudes neck,
and his head was lowered to Brocks waist, forcing the dude to stumble the
rest of the way.....as Brock punched the dude in the face several times.

Once deep in the woods, I again hid behind a tree and watched as Brock
stripped himself of his shirt, then standing in front of the shaking kid
and posing his well muscled biceps and chest. Brock began throwing
punches at the dudes face and body till the kid was laying on the ground
flat on his back.....with Brock sitting on the dudes chest in a tight
schoolboy pin. Damn, man....that poor fuckin kid didn't even get one
punch in at Brock.

I so wanted to get a closer view....and even attempted to do so several
times....with all the yelling going on...I knew it wasn't likely
now...that they would hear my sneakers crunching the dead leaves.

I was able to get a little closer so that my vision and hearing was a bit
better. "So now that I've beat the shit outta ya.....you've got a
choice....either do what I say....or my bro gets to go a few rounds with
ya.....which is it?" the kid was pinned good beneath Brocks well muscled
body and I barely heard his reply. "K, I'll do what you say.....just to
get this over with...and I promise never to even look at Sam again."

Brocks face suddenly turned evil...as he lifted the dudes head up from
the ground so that it was even with Brocks well packed crotch. "Kiss my
crotch"

The dude hesitated.....but after seeing Brocks arm raised....and his fist
clenched tightly...the dude leaned in and planted a nice long kiss onto
the basket of Brocks faded jeans. Brock grabbed the back of the kids head
and held it in place ordering the dude to keep kissing....while the other
Claybornes stood in a circle each laughing their ass off.

Brock then called to his cousin Garret who was just as good looking and
built just as strong as Brock himself. "Hey Garret, I think my new friend
wants some of your feet action.....you up for it?" More loud laughter as
Garret then stood on the side of Brocks strong thick thighs,,,,,and
removed his cowboy boots.......with his left food covered in a white
sock.....he held the foot over the dudes face...... "Kiss it.....yeah
kiss my fuckin foot, dude....and keep kissing it till Brock says enough!"

Again with only a slight hesitation the kid lifted his head till his lips
were pressed against the sole of Garrets foot, and kissed it over and
over again....till Garret pressed it down hard onto the dudes face....and
began grinding it in. Brock remained sitting on the dudes
chest....smiling. "Open your mouth, Thorp......since you enjoy kissin
it....may as well get a good taste ...eh?"

For the first time since this all began I heard actual words escape his
mouth other than the uuuummmmphs....and aaaaaawwwwwes when Brock was
pounding on him. "Come-on Brock enough ok?.....I did as you said and
kissed your crotch....you beat me up good...I've learned my
lesson......I promise I ......uuuummmmph"

I stood watching as Garret pressed the white cotton toes into the dudes
opened mouth as Brock gave the poor dude further instructions.
"Yeah....suck on my cousins toes...bet they're still nice and sweaty
from today's practice huh?...........Oh yeeeaah.....wooohooo! look at
this dude....he loves the taste so much he's freaking crying....real
fuckin girly tears!"

Garret was also loving it.....as he and his twin laughed in hysterics.
"Oooooooh fuckin eh! Lets just see how much of my foot you can take, K?"

In just seconds, the dude was gagging up a storm, choking on at least a
quarter of Garrets foot.......and when Garret pulled out....the poor dude
began struggling big time....trying his best to throw Brock off
him....which only made the Claybornes laugh that much louder...with Brock
asking the kid a simple question. "Where you trying to go,
Thorp......don't you like the taste of my cousins sweaty socks?"

As the dude continued trying wicked hard to throw Brock off him....all
four bullies continued laughing. With Brock leaning over and drooling his
spit down into Thorp's opened mouth......opened...because Garret was
leaning over him as well .....holding the dudes mouth wide open while he
joined in and drooled some of his own spit into the kids mouth.

Brock now getting tired, asked his bro if he wanted the ring side seat
for a while. Luke laughed and waited for Brock to dismount the badly
beaten teen. Then Luke eased himself down on top of Thorp's chest and
rested his own well packed basket right on the kids mouth..... laughing
as he verbally abused the dude. "This is as close as you get to blowing
me, Thorp.....that is till you learn to beg for it!" Of course this had
all the tough Clayborne boys in hysterics once again. Especially when
Thorp tried one final time throwing a much stronger dude off of him.

The final humiliation came when Luke asked Jarred if he wanted to add
some insult to the humiliation Thorp was receiving. In a flash Jarred was
pulling his tight fitting tee over his head.....then leaning down over
the pinned dude with the outline of Luke's balls still covering his
lips.....Jarred lifted his right arm and brought the hollow of his arm
pit down over Thorp's nose. "Sniff em, Thorpy.....get a good
whiff.......aaaawwwww yeah....inhale deeply.....yeeeaaaah! gonna make you
lick em clean if I don't hear you inhaling them! ........OH YEAH that's
what I'm talkin about, dude .....fuckin sweet, huh?"

When it appeared the beating and humiliation was nearly over, I backed my
way out of the woods as quietly as I could.

The next day at school.....I looked at Brock with an all new
admiration....I needed to become one of his close buds somehow..... just
wasn't sure how.

It was again after practice inside the locker room, with Brocks locker
only three away from my own....that I couldn't stop myself from taking
peeks at his way awesome body.....cursing myself each time. Asking myself
what the fuck it was with this dudes body that had me so intrigued.

Finally he was dressed and began passing me, then stopped dead in front
of me. "So tell me Michael......did you enjoy the show yesterday......you
didn't have to hide behind that tree you know......you could have came
over and watched up close.....tell ya what....next time I need to punish
someone......I'll personally invite ya along.....k?"

I was speechless to say the least.....even tried foolishly denying it. "I
wasn't ......aaahhhh....... you know spying or....."

Brock cut me short...... "Hey Michael......it's no big deal....ok? I
think you're cool...so I have no prob with you hanging with us....if ya
want....I mean we've know each other for years....may as well become
better aquainted....eh?"

Well the rest you've already read.....how do I feel about the latest

turn of events? I'm still not sure.....I mean I don't seriously think
I'm gay.....Bi?.......maybe.....but still not too sure of that yet
either.

I have strong feelings about girls....and I even get horny dreaming of
certain ones at night while in bed. SO.....why is it I'm so attracted to
Brocks body and tough attitude? Damn if I know!

Ooooooh yeah and while I have your attention....this thing with me and my
dad.....you know......me beating him up and taking over the house....well
as much as I love it....it wasn't my idea....it was Brocks......but now
that I'm so into it.....it ain't gonna stop now!

So back to the story.....Garret, Jarred and myself are now inside Garrets
fathers ranch.....and Garret seems to be in a hurry..... pushing me up
the stairs to his huge bedroom. Me?....well I'm still totally pissed off
at Garret...for the things he said about my mom ....but do I have a
choice about being here.....well...maybe I did....maybe I didn't!

Now the thing is.....I don't have the same feelings for Garret, or
Jarred or even Luke as I have for Brock.....and I have no desire to have
sex with any of em either....but yet....something about being dominated
turns me on......even if it doesn't apply to anyone but Brock.....if
that makes any sense.

So once inside Garrets bedroom.....I look around in awe.....picking up
some ideas for my own NEW room. Of course his work-out stuff is all up to
date...and explains why he and his bro are so well muscled.....it was
walking into a freaking well supplied gym...and that was only half his
bedroom.

The huge bed was completely round.....never saw one like it....but I knew
I wanted one. A large bathroom to the side.....and a whole wall just
serving as a walk-in closet with mirrors covering every door of it.

I always heard that the Clayborne's were the wealthiest family in
Montana, not just cause the grandfather is the State Senator and has been
long before I came around....but because they had the biggest ranch in
the whole state. No wonder they get away with so much.

Anyways.....I'm busy taking in the awesome bedroom, when Jarrod came
into the room. "So bro......we sharing...right?"

It took me a moment to realize what he meant....then Garret politely
answered his bro's question. "Dude?......How many times I gotta tell
ya.......not this time......I want Mikey for my own pleasures.....you
know how fuckin much Jamie goes away for long periods of time......man,
she's away from home more often than she's at home.....and I get so
fuckin horny every single time.....I need something that I can release my
built up aggression on....and at the same time a decent mouth to get me
off......now I have it....and I tell ya one thing....I'm not sharing it
with NO BODY....got it now?"

Jarred looked like he was about to cry. "Damn bro.....we share every
thing, man.......even Jamie at times....and she's never even known
it........so what's so different with fagboy here?"

"Because bro......I wanna train him MY way....and I don't want anyone
else gettin involved .....or trying to train him their way....I don't
like leavin you outta things bro......but this one time.....I'm not
sharing......and that's final!"

Jarred wasn't about to give up just yet. "Oh really? ...then whatcha
gonna do when Brock hears about this....you know he's gonna wanna kick
your ass....cause Fagboy was his first....and he thinks you're just
using the fag for tonight."

I was getting totally pissed hearing myself being referred to as the
fag.....and I was even about to say something to Jarred about this when
Garret ordered his twin out of his room. "I'm not fucking scared of
Brock, bro.....and you of all people should know that by now.......but
whatever.......I'll handle that when the time comes.....but for
now......you need to get out of my room......go get head from one of the
ranch hands sons or something.... I just need some privacy, k? .......I
just need to be alone with Mikey for a couple of hours or so.....ok?"

"Ok....so you don't wanna share the fag....I get it....but why can't I
just sit and watch for a little while....what harm is that....huh?"

I had enough....and gave Jarred my dirtiest look. "Listen, Jarred.....
you need to stop calling me fagboy.....I'm not a fuckin fag.......I'm
just not too sure of stuff right now..... cause I haven't had any sleep
for two days.... Brock took advantage of that...then Luke jumped
in....then you and your bro........I'm just so fucking confused right
now.......but that doesn't make me a fag....ok?.....It's
just.....uuuuummmmmmph"

Again I was cut off......this time it was Garrets fist connecting to my
gut......hard enough to send me crashing onto his bed....clutching my
gut. "First lesson as my slave, bitch.....you never mouth off to my
bro.....never!"

His punch was just as powerful as Brock's if not more so.....and as I
lay on my back on top of his bed......I groaned in pain, trying to catch
my breath.

I heard Jarred laugh. "Fucking awesome bro.....man? You nearly put the
faggot out with just one simple punch!.....and I know it wasn't even
your best shot.....damn, bro......you're working out waaaay too much. So
wadaya say, bro....can I stay and watch for a while?"

"Tell ya what, bro.......you come back in an hour....and you can watch
for a little while....but.....no talking....just watching....ok?"

"You got it, bro....not a word....I promise.....meanwhile.....guess I'll
go down and find Tony's son, Grant.......work em over as a punching bag
for a little while....then give em permission to blow me.....I love
gagging the little fag.....cause I think he hates me.....but I'm tellin
ya, bro.....he's getting wicked good at givin head.....you seriously
gotta let him do ya one of these days......he wants to go down on you
sooooo fuckin bad....you're all he talks about.....it's like you're
his hero or something......that's why I use em as a punching bag!"

The two brothers got a huge long laugh out of that one....while I
continued laying on my back.....rubbing my sore abs.

It wasn't until Jarred finally left the room that Garret turned around
and mounted my chest, pinning my arms beneath his strong calves, then
gently slapping my face over and over and over again. After what seemed
like dozens of slaps to my face, he used the thumb of his right hand and
the fingers of his left to pry my mouth open...... still with no words
spoken he leaned over my face and drooled spit for the longest time. I
tried so hard not to swallow.... not allowing myself to taste it
either.....but soon enough my mouth was full of Garrets spit...... then
holding his palm over my mouth he finally spoke. "I am gonna break you,
Mikey. Before tomorrow night, before going home .....you will know me
only as Master Garret....now swallow!"

It took me a while to allow myself to swallow.....but with Garrets palm
over my mouth and his fingers pinching my nose tight....I had no
option.....it was more the very thought of eating his spit than the
actual taste of it that made me want to toss......but I kept myself from
doing so.....for fear of another fist in my gut.

He sat on top of me, grinning down, watching with delight as I cringed at
just the thought...... of eating another dudes spit.

I had no idea what Garret had planned for me.....but the words slave and
calling him Master Garret were beginning to frighten me now ....as they
hung over my head like a sharp pendulum.

What exactly did he mean by it......and now the word training came to
mind....another word that scared me......what the hell was his intention
anyway?

I looked up into his handsome face, fighting the urge to stop and glance
a moment at his awesome chest and biceps, I tried turning my head to the
side, so that I wouldn't have to look him in the eye, but my eyes came
into view of his thick well muscled right thigh, with my nose and lips
now brushing against it.

I heard a snicker and I looked up into his eyes once again...only to
notice that a huge smirk had replaced the evil grin. "All in time slave
boy.....all in time......you'll get to feel and worship every muscle in
my body......but....only if you've been a good slave do you receive
treats like that.....NOW......where do we begin? I know....let me here
you call me Master Garret.....that would be a nice start!......go
ahead....say the words......Master Garret......Master Garret.....say it
ten times......then we'll move on to the next lesson!"

I fought to break free from his tight school boy pin....only to have him
inch himself closer to my face....... "See Mikey....like I said....one
lesson at a time.....I know how badly you wanna sniff my crotch.....and I
promise you....that will come in time.....but let's get through this
first lesson....then we can move on....ok slave boy?"

The feel of his tight bubble butt sitting high on my chest and all his
muscled weight along with it......was making me feel warm and
secure....knowing that as long as I was buried beneath him... like
this....no harm could ever come to me.

What the hell was I thinking? I was becoming delirious.....I had to
be....why else would I take comfort in the fact that having him on top of
me like this.....would be ok?

I felt his first slap......then the second......the third...and my head
was now spinning from the stinging power blows to my face. "Say the words
Mikey......or the slaps turn to punches reeaal soon! Come-on .....say it
Mikey.....Master Garret.......Master Garret.....now I wanna hear it not
ten.... but twenty times in a row....starting right now...slave boy!"

I began saying the words he so wanted to hear.....and by the time I
reached twenty....it began sounding more like a chant.

I felt his balls growing right through his faded jeans while they rested
on my mouth......he was getting off on this shit....and it began to scare
me even more.

"Now look me in the eyes and say the words like you mean it....do
it.....slave boy! ......Who am I to you?"

I again looked up into his eyes......with fear this time. "Master
Garret......to me.....you are Master Garret!" "Well done.....and don't
you ever forget that...you hear?" "Yes I understand Garret"

A solid right to the side of my face instantly brought tears to my eyes.
The pain from his power punch lingered, it even felt as though his fist
was still connected to my face. "What was that slave boy....what did you
call me?" I started to apologize when his left fist made it's landing on
the opposite side of my face. Everything went black......when I opened my
eyes...... I was laying on cold tile....I had to adjust my eyes to figure
out where I was....something warm and wet was spraying down on me......I
looked upwards and standing over me was Garret....pissing a river down
onto me... "Open up slave boy.....time for Master Garret to revive you!"

I was shocked .......what the fuck was wrong with these Clayborne
boys.....they are all fucking sick....I swear.

I kept my mouth shut tight.... that is till I felt his right foot bash
into the side of my head. "One more time faggot .....open that fucking
mouth of your's.....now!"

As scared as I was of Garret....I continued to keep my mouth closed
tightly....no way did I want to taste another dudes piss again.

He continued pissing all over me....allowing me to win that battle by
keeping him from pissing inside my mouth....but I had a feeling after
hearing his next words....that winning that battle was going to cost
me..... big time! "Ok, slave boy........it appears you love the feel of
my fists.......can't say that I blame you......I'm enjoying this
myself.....so shower yourself clean.....and call me when you're
done.....you have a shitload of punishment coming your way SLAVE BOY!"

During my shower I had time to think, but the more I thought about this
new situation I was in...... the more afraid I became.

How the hell did this get so far out of wack? ......Did my secret desires
to be a part of Brock's world cause all this? ......How did Brock pick
up on my secret all of a sudden? ......Why did Garret choose me to be his
personal slave when we have a few faggots at school he could have chosen
from? A voice on the other side of the shower curtain interrupted my
thoughts. "Hurry-up slave boy.....I can't wait much longer, I've
decided that you and I need to go a few rounds, so I've placed some
wrestling mats on the floor.......just throw your undies on...no need for
anything else."

I started to panic.....mixed emotions were scrambling through my
mind.....me against Garret....would be like a total squash job.....there
was no way that I stood any type of a chance.

On the other hand.....wasn't this part of my desire to feel the power
behind a dude tougher than me?........BUT GARRET CLAYBORNE?...... No way!
He's way too mean and sadistic.... on the other hand..... he is good
looking and has the same wicked muscular body as Brock....so I ask
myself.....what's the difference between them?......the difference is,
moron......that Garret wants a personal fucking slave....all to
himself.....one that he has TOTAL control over....one that would never
DARE to say NO to ANYTHING.....that's the difference!

"Ok, slaveboy....I'm counting to five.....then I'm dragging you outta
there ....one......two...."

I made it on the count of two.....no sense in pissing him off just when
he's about to squash me.

Back in Garrets bedroom......I was surprised to see him all naked except
for a dirty well stained jock strap......as ordered, I just had my CK
briefs on.

Garret took his place in the center of the mats....wearing a pair of
leather work-out gloves.......and a semi hard-on.

"Ok slave boy here's how it's gonna be.......no rules, we fight till
one is either knocked out or close to it.....no holds barred......use
your fists if ya want.....do whatever you need to do.....got it?"

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Garrets body, I tried but it was
just so damn perfect, and the sight of his thick cock running upwards and
pressing against his tight jock was mesmerizing, I could clearly see the
shape of that perfect head and it's ridge beneath it.....and it was like
freaking hypnotizing me.

"Ok slave boy here's how it's gonna be.......no rules, we fight till
one is either knocked out or close to it.....no holds barred......use
your fists if ya want.....do whatever you need to do.....got it?"

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Garrets body, I tried but it was
just so damn perfect, and the sight of his thick cock running upwards and
pressing against his tight jock was mesmerizing, I could clearly see the
shape of that perfect head and it's ridge beneath it.....and it was like
freaking hypnotizing me.

I wasn't given any time to respond to his answer, he just simply walked
up to me and planted his leathered fist into my gut, leaving it there
even as I doubled over gasping.

I looked up and saw the most sadistic grin I had ever seen, unable to
speak while fighting to regain some air, I could only muster an
uuummmph.........it took every bit of strength I had..... just to keep
from dropping to my knees.

While doubled over clutching my abs, I felt his leathered palms pushing
down on my head and shoulders, I was still fighting for air, struggling
to breathe normally..... when he spread his thick thighs and slid my head
between them....tightening them slowly, squeezing my head till I thought
it would burst.

I tried yelling....but only a soft frightened voice appeared....and
barely audible......turning out a very muffled yelp.

With my head and cheeks being squashed on each side, there was no way for
me to communicate with Garret.

All I could do was punch at the sides of his legs, but this only made him
add more power......slowly flexing his well muscled thighs till I stopped
punching........ and just left my hands resting on his steel thighs.

Garret held this grip on my head for what seemed like hours, adding more
pressure then releasing the pressure, adding more gradually.....then
releasing it gradually....back and forth....and with my hands still
planted on his pythons....feeling them flex their power slowly....just to
ease up on it even slower......caused my cock to stiffen....the only pain
I was now feeling was a wicked headache....then as if my headache wasn't
severe enough......Garret wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me
upside down till my legs were straight up in the air and my head still
trapped between his massive thighs......then he jumped up, and came
crashing down into a sitting position, pile driving my head into the
mats.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, Garret was
standing, straddling my head, smiling down at me. "aaaawww come-on
dude.....I thought you were gonna offer me a struggle.....git up......let
me see what ya got.....come-on pussy!"

I had to rub my eyes two or three times as he continued tormenting me. I
didn't see Garret.....what I saw was a roman statue....with hard pumped
muscles everywhere....but even more prominent was that soiled cotton
bulge protruding between his well defined legs.

My eyes took turns taking in his incredible body and the even more
incredible basket. "I said git-up, you fuckin fag....I don't want you
telling our buds that I didn't give you a fair chance!"

It wasn't easy....my head was killing me....my neck felt as though it
had a hundred different kinks in it........fuck....even my gut was still
hurting from his punch....but I managed somehow.

Standing there with our eyes locked.....Garret urged me to give him my
best. "So jock-boy.....or is it jock-girl? .....go ahead.....let me feel
what ya got.....I'm giving you a free shot......BUT......you'd better
make it damn good......you'd better put everything you have behind
it.....cause I only give you pansies one chance....no more!"

He had to have known how out of it I was.....I was drained and I knew I
couldn't give him my best shot......not in this condition.......but I
gave him what I had....no way was I gonna pass up the opportunity. I
wanted him to know and to remember how it felt being punched in the face
by a jock-girl.

When my fist connected to his jaw.....and he stood there without even
flinching.....and that evil grin returned to his face.....I knew I was
dead.

My fucking hand was hurting now...on top of my other aches and
pains....and like a lightening strike and just as deadly...... his fists
were all over me.

Long before I slumped to the mat, I felt his fists on my face, in my gut,
connecting to my kidneys, my legs, back to my head, chest, and abs. He
pummeled me with left and rights, till I was laying on my back....then I
closed my eyes as I saw him jump in the air just above my sore
gut.....and felt his bare feet come crashing down on me.....crushing
me...beneath his powerful weight.

It hurt so bad, and I just couldn't understand why I wasn't out, my
hands naturally went to clutch my painful stomach....as once again I
struggled to breathe.

I could feel the warm leather of his work-out gloves.... as he placed
them under my back and flipped me over onto my belly.

I then felt his tight bubble but making itself comfortable on my back, as
he placed his right hand under my jaw....and using his left hand he
grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head backwards as hard as he
could.

I truly thought he was trying to break my neck while stretching it as far
back as it would go........causing me to scream in severe pain.

"Yell all you want, cunt......only person that is gonna hear you is my
bro.....and not likely he'll be in to help ya......now.....you be sure
and let me know when you've had enough punishment...and you're ready to
beg me to forgive you......OK?"

Managing to pull back my head a little more....Garret had me yelling
louder than I had ever yelled in my life. "Ooooooh GOD........Please
Garret......please....please.....you're breaking my neck....I swear,
dude....... I've had enough already.....I'll fuckin do what you
want......just ......pleeeeaaaase ease up on my head some."

Garret continued holding his grip for another minute or so, before he
slammed my face down onto the mat.

He then dismounted me, and planted himself right down in front of my
head.......lifting it with a tight fistful of my hair, he grabbed the
back of my head and shoved my face down into the damp cotton elastic of
his jock, grinding my nose and lips against his iron hard shaft, then
tightening his strong pythons one again around my head.....squeezing
slowly but steadily, taking his time.....to add his finale blow.

When I opened my eyes, my head was still between his thighs, my face
resting against his sweaty well stained jock.....my left cheek against
the outline of his hard cock. "Well..... faggot, welcome back......you
ready to continue?"

It took me a moment to readjust, I opened my eyes as wide as I could. My
whole body felt as though it had been put through a meat grinder.....I
couldn't take anymore......I even had to struggle just to speak. "Nooo
......no more, Garret.......please no more....I'm hurting all over,
dude......you're killing me, man.....please forgive me.....for
disobeying you....I promise never to do it again.....please,
Garret.......I'll be your slave if that's what you want......I'll do
whatever you say....I promise!"

Garrets laughter was echoed by another persons laughter. "Ooooohhhhhh
man.....you did it bro...you fuckin broke him....just like you said you
would......and I gotta tell ya.....that was sooooo fuckin hot.......the
way you took your time doin it! Look at him bro....he looks like a rag
doll ......all twisted and beaten, just waiting for his first
orders....huh?"

I felt my head being pulled up and backwards. "Look at me,
slave-boy......look right into my eyes!"

Like I had a choice.....with my head pulled back.....all I could see from
this position was Garrets grinning face....and his eyes boring into mine.
"Let's hear it again......who am I....and what are you?"

I had no idea what he wanted to hear......so I said the obvious. "Your
Garret.......and I'm Michael?"

Jarred stood above us, and laughed uncontrollably, but a hard slap to my
face told me it was the wrong answer. "TRY AGAIN......slave-boy!"

The slap, though not his hardest.....left a stinging sensation....and I
just wanted this all to end.

I did my best trying to figure out what he wanted to hear.....till it
finally came to me. "You're Garret....and I'm slave-boy?"

Another slap...this time a bit harder...hard enough to make me cry out in
agony.

What the hell was it he wanted to hear? I looked deeper into his eyes as
mine flooded with tears....pleading with him to tell me what it was that
he wanted to hear. "Please Garret.....I frigging submit already......just
tell me ......please? ....What do you want me to say?"

"I'm only going to tell you this once, faggot.....and you'd better
never forget it.....or we'll go a lot more rounds than what we just
did.......to you....I am Master Garret.....and you are my slave-boy....my
bitch....my cunt.....my c-o-c-k-s-u-c-k-e-r ......you're whatever the
fuck I say you are....YOU GOT it NOW?"

I nodded my head the best I could ....with it still trapped between his
legs.

"Good......so let me hear it.....who am I ......and what are you."

I began sobbing like the little bitch he wanted me to be. "You are Master
Garret....and I am your slave-boy, your bitch, your cunt, your
cocksucker.....whatever the fuck you want me to be!"

Asshole Jarred, began immediately applauding..... "see, faggot....you're
not as stupid as you look...you caught on real quick....maybe my bro will
even reward you now!....eh, bro?"

Garret didn't unwrap his legs from my head, he actually even flexed them
a bit. "Yeah...guess my bro's right.....I guess I should reward my slave
when he's done good. Go ahead.......I'll let you suck my balls through
my sweaty jock.....that should be reward enough......go ahead....suck the
sweat from my balls right through my dirty jock...slave boy!"

I was so fucking humiliated.......if I wasn't trapped between his strong
legs....I would have run for the door.

The taste was gross to say the least.....not to mention how difficult it
was taking one of his nuts into my mouth while wrapped tightly in the
soiled cotton. I seriously felt like I was going to barf......never in a
fucking million years did I ever imagine how disgusting my secret desires
were.....but then ....this wasn't exactly what I had in mind either. The
taste of dried piss became apparent......as well as another fowl taste
that I could only guess to be dried up cum....but the thought of being
used once again as a sparring partner.....kept my mouth attached to the
well stained jock and Garrets left nut.

Jarred, meanwhile began begging his bro to allow me to blow him before he
went to bed....choosing his words very carefully. "Listen bro......that
whole scene has gotten me soooo horny......I know the fag is all
yours......and how you don't want to share him and all.....I understand
all that....but......could you have your slave give me a blow-job.....
just this once.....I promise not to hound you every night......or ever
again......it's just that....well.... watching you slowly beat him like
he was a rag doll.......damn.....I'm harder than I've ever
been.....seriously, bro!.....PLEASE.....just this one time?"

Garret finally unwrapped his thighs from my head.....pushed me away and
stood up......smiled at his bro.....then threw his arms around Jarred and
hugged him long. "You know I love ya, bro......of course he'll give you
a blow job......but......well you know....after tonight.....no
more......unless I give you my permission......ok?"

While Garret hugged his bro tightly.....Jarred was looking down at me
with an evil grin pasted to his face.

Garret, decided to hit the shower, ordering me to go with his bro. "K,
slave boy....you go with my bro to his room.....give him a real sweet
blow-job....then get your ass back out here...so you can hear me when I
call for ya.....got it?"

I didn't like this.....not even a tiny bit.....being bounced around like
this......first Brock, then Luke......then Garret....and now Jarred???

I was beginning to feel exactly like the CUNT that Garret wanted me to
be.

After Garret entered his bathroom, Jarred waited and listened for the
water to start flowing, then he approached me and ordered me on all
fours. "So.....did you honestly think you'd get away without blowing me
tonight, FAGGOT?....huh...did ya? .....are you really that fuckin stupid?
GET UP.......NOW!"

I did as I was told....but not without giving Jarred the dirtiest look I
possibly could. Standing in front of him, he was quick to make me pay for
that look. "Open your mouth faggot........for that look?.....you get to
taste MY spit.....you can swish it around inside your queer mouth and
compare it to my cousin Brocks!"

I wanted to just run down the stairs and out the door......but I knew
that sooner or later......I'd have to pay for it.

I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as Jarred filled my mouth with
several large deposits of his spit. "There you go Mikey.....now close
your mouth and swish it all around nice and good......before swallowing
it...faggot! Then get down on your hands and knees......I wana ride you
into my bedroom......then you're gonna give me the best blow-job
ever.......while I fuck your face hard and furious....and trust me....it
doesn't matter what my bro says......you're going to be suckin on my
dick every fuckin day.......and if you ever say a word to
anyone.....you'll be going a few rounds with ME......only thing is.....I
wont stop....till you're hurtin a hundred times worse than
tonight......now get down....show me what a nice pony you're gonna be
for me!"

I swished his spit around in my mouth....and again I felt like I needed
to barf......and again I fought it. Eating it was extremely
difficult.....it just seemed to linger in my throat.....not wanting to
slide into my stomach. When it finally did, I got down on my hands and
knees....and felt Jarred's well muscled legs straddle my sides, while
his firm bubble butt sat heavily and firmly on my back. "Giddy-up
......faggot......take me to my room."

I felt his butt sliding back and forth on my back......like he was riding
a real pony....and the friction it created along with the feel of his
well muscled legs pressed tightly against my sides......caused my cock to
stir several times along the way.....I felt it rubbing against my CK
briefs........pissing me off....big time.

Once inside Jarred's bedroom, he dismounted me......then stripped down
to his boxer briefs......and white sox. "Ok this one is gonna have to be
a quicky....since my bro will be calling you any minute now.....so get
over there and lay down on my weight bench."

I didn't like Jarred anymore....I had already decided that
earlier.....so taking orders from him sucked big time. On the other hand
I wasn't in a position to tell him to fuck off.....so I did as he
ordered. The weight bench was at a slant, so I couldn't really lay down
on it as he had demanded, so I kinda sat on it and pushed my lower body
as far down it as I could, resting my head at the lower end of the part
that slanted......so that when he mounted me....his crotch was at the
perfect level with my face. "Yeah....you've done it this way before
haven't you, slave boy?"

He straddled my upper chest and brought his nice size basket right up to
my face, with his well defined legs stretched across me.

The outline of his cock pressing against the white cotton of his briefs
and now just a hair away from my face ......causing my own tool to grow a
little more....totally against my will of course. But it wasn't the
thickness or the impressive size of his cock that held my eye
contact.....it was the outline of the thick head of it.....just begging
to be released. "You like the looks of that thick knob....dontcha
slave-boy? .......Go ahead stick your tongue out and lick it right
through my briefs.......here.....I'll help you out a little!"

Jarred lowered the thick pouch of his package down to where the outline
of his cock-head met my lips. The pre-cum had saturated the area, making
the thick knob transparent to the point I could clearly see his
piss-slit. "Lick it faggot......then take it in your mouth and suck
it.....get a good taste of my underwear while you're at it."

I was humiliated once again.......taste his underwear? I was also
torn.....and I admit it.....part of me wanted to obey him......yet
another part of me wanted to yell at him and tell him to fuck-off.

A couple of minutes must have passed by, when I felt the wet fabric of
his briefs.....and the huge head of his cock pressing against my
lips....trying to push it's way between them.

I was nervous knowing damn well that if I gave in to him any more than I
already had......then I really would be his slave-boy for as long as he
wanted....and there'd be no turning back.

Still not totally sure why....but my desire to obey him....and be bullied
by him.......suddenly over powered my desire not to be.

I spread my lips, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, then allowed
my secret disgusting desire to humiliate me even more.

I allowed my tongue to wash the disgusting pre-cum off his
briefs......even allowed myself to swallow.

The hysterical laugh coming from above me.....only added to my
humiliation. "So....how's it taste, faggot........get used to it,
BITCH....you'll be sucking on lots of my underwear and jocks after
today.....ripe ones too!"

I started to pull my face away ......but a fistful of my hair, held my
head in place......and this act only increased my desire to be dominated
by the hunky jock in front of me.

I sucked at the wet fabric covered head....engulfing it .......sucking
harder......as I placed the palms of my hands on his well muscled legs
and kept them there.

Feeling the power of his legs again....only made me want to feel more of
his body.

Suddenly, he pushed my head away, and desperately wanting more...I shoved
my face back inward.....and tried in vain to lick the out line of his
entire shaft. "No no....little slave-boy.......ONLY I decide when you get
more!" And that was followed by a wicked painful slap to my
face....leaving a horrible stinging sensation once again. "Now let's try
begging......yeah...slave-boy .........beg me ....if ya wanna blow
me....and beg like you mean it!"

I wasn't sure if I could go through with this....I mean
begging?.....ACTUALLY begging this prick to let me blow him????

I needed to give this more thought.......why do I need to beg him??

"come-on, fag.....get to it....Garret will be calling to ya in a couple
of minutes....and I wanna get off inside your queer mouth......so BEG all
fucking ready!"

Not sure if it was the tone of his voice or his balled up fists that
scared me into obeying him....but within seconds.....I was begging....and
begging like I really meant it.

"I don't know why I have to beg you, Jarred....but anyway.....can I blow
you please??? I really really need to take that awesome shaped cock-head
of yours into my mouth....and suck on it....please, dude?" The chuckling
coming from Jarred, told me I must have begged ok....otherwise I'd
probably be laying on his carpet.... out cold. "That will have to do for
now....but ....I WILL teach you how to beg properly.....you can count on
it......now pull my briefs down and off me.....time to get
busy....worshiping my dick, FAGGOT!"

I struggled with his tight briefs, working them down his thick thighs,
but once I finally removed them..... I was quickly at work...and by no
choice of my own. Jarred yanked my hair so hard, it felt as though I may
have lost some. "You better fuckin hurry, slave-boy.....give me the best
and quickest blow-job you've ever given.....and I don't wanna hear you
ain't done that yet....now get sucking, fagboy!"

Before I even realized it.....I had half his cock buried in my mouth,
with his thick knob poking at my tonsils. And all I could do was gag.
"Loosen up, faggot......ease up on your throat muscles.....or I'll
fucking choke you to death......fuckin queer!"

I was doing the best I could to let his thick knob enter my throat....but
it wasn't easy.

He gave me a moment or so....before he said fuck it...and withdrew most
of his thick tool......leaving just the head inside my mouth. Then as I
tried to breathe normal once again..... Jarred gave a wicked hard
thrust.....and shoved three quarters of his cock down my throat. I felt
as though I was choking to death...and began pounding on his legs and
trying to pull my head away.....but he held it firm and moaned like a
baby.

"Oooooohhhh yeeeaaah! Just a little more...you fuckin pussy....then I
start fucking away!"

I continued pounding on his legs, trying desperately to pull my head
away....but seconds later...I realized I was fighting a losing battle.

Once again, he withdrew his thick shaft from my throat and mouth, and
just like before, only his cock-head remained inside my mouth. I had just
a split second to grab some precious air. Then again without any
warning.......Jarred held my head extremely tight and using all the
muscles within his hips.....he gave another horrible thrust.....and kept
going till I felt his pubes pressed against my nose, and his tight balls
pressed against my bottom lip.

"There you go, cocksucker......you got it all......I'll just leave it
right where it is for a couple......so I can listen to you choke
........go ahead pound my legs.......I fuckin love it....queerboy!"

I was scared I really thought that he would literally choke me to
death......and not able to even breathe slightly scared me even
more........I began fighting for my life......pounding and using all my
strength to pull my head away.....again it was no use!

Jarred held my head there tightly.....for what seemed like hours.....but
of course it was only a minute or so.

Then he began fucking my mouth just like I've seen him and his bro fuck
Stacy MacVane .....a wicked steady pounding with no regard for the other
person......just a rapid thrusting......with most of his thrusts fast and
painful.

I began promising myself that if I survived this night......I would never
pursue my ugly, disgusting desires ever again.....not with anyone.

My fists were getting tired of pounding Jarred's legs of steel, it
wasn't even distracting him anymore.....it was obvious now.....that he
was so into choking and hurting me.......to pay any attention to the fact
that I was nearly ready to pass out. "Aaaahhhhh fuck......I'm getting
close.......how you like the feel of my cock pounding your mouth, faggot?
You're putting on a good show....pretending that you're hating
it.....but we both know.....how much you faggots like being choked by big
dicks.......next time tho.....you don't don't get it this
good..........not till you learn how to beg me properly......you fuckin
homo!"

Suddenly I hated him.....more than I ever hated anyone in my life.....I
knew now that I don't like being treated this way....and dissed like
this was just as painful as what his mean dick was doing to my mouth and
throat at the moment.

Just when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer.....Jarred gave my mouth
one powerful thrust......and I felt his thick juice flow into my belly.
He gave me two or three good size spurts....then pulled all but the head
of his cock from my mouth.

Allowing the remaining four huge spurts to fill my mouth. "There you go,
queerboy.......eat it! Eat it all........aaaaaahhhhh shit.....take
it.........ooooooohhhhh fuck......I'm gonna fuckin drown you......you
fuckin queer!"

I felt my mouth filling up quickly.....I really didn't want to swallow
this fuck-heads jizz.....but he just kept shooting.....and I finally had
little choice but to swallow!

Trying to swallow it all...was a chore in itself......it seemed the more
I ate....the more he fed me...till I started choking all over again.

Finally, Jarred pulled out of my mouth, while I grabbed my throat and
fought to regain my breathing ability, I even tried coughing up some of
his thick cum......but none came up.

Again I felt him grab a fistful of my hair...... "Now clean me.......lick
the new love of your life clean......show it how much you fuckin respect
it, slave-boy!"

I was too far out of it....to fight it anymore.....and as I took
Jarred's massive cock-head into my mouth, and allowed my tongue to graze
over his piss-slit.....then down under the rim......licking the underside
of the rim along it's entire circumference....I couldn't help but
wonder......if maybe I didn't enjoy this just a little.

I glanced up at one point and saw Jarred standing over me, his strong
teen legs spread wide.....and his hands resting on his hips.....a smirk
on his handsome young face......enjoying the sight down in front of him.

Just then a loud applaud broke the silence. "Excellent job, bro......I
loved how you made him clean up after himself......now get the fuck up
off your knees....slave-boy......it's time to show this dick ...... some
respect!"