Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 13:02:52 -0800
From: Story Teller <gaytales@gmail.com>
Subject: Nik's Life - Part II

Nik's Life - Part II
"How It All Began"

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OK, first off, THANKS to all of you who wrote.  You guys rock, and I'm glad
you are digging the story. Please...keep the comments coming.  This one's a
little long.  I think I was caught up in how happy everyone was with the
first one.  Plus, I'm on vacation from an IT job and this is VERY
therapeutic.  It showed me that I need to take more vacations, so I can
have proportionally less writers block.  :)

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Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of
fiction.  It is not based on anyone or anything.  Any similarity to any
previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely
coincidental.  If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some
great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an
equally vivid imagination.  No names were changed to protect anyone or
anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete
work fiction.  If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then
don't.  There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on
you. I own this story and anything it is, or that can be drawn from it.  I
retain all right except for those specifically surrendered to the Nifty
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of the contents of this story may be brought into being, regardless of
method (including, but not limited to, handwritten, typed, electronic, cave
painting, smoke signals, etc).  I think you get the idea.

All that having been said.  I hope you enjoy the story.

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Nik changed his semen soaked boxer shorts and pulled his jeans back on.
Starved, he quickly ran downstairs to dinner.  The family was just sitting
down and Nik arrived just in time to join hands and say grace with his
family.  Their giving of thanks complete, Nik pulled out his chair and sat
down as his mother handed him a plate piled high with spaghetti.  Two
gigantic meatballs teetered precariously along the edge of the plate,
barely situated along the mound of pasta and sauce.  Though exhausted, the
sexual melee from earlier with Troy in the back of his jeep had left him
ravaged with hunger as well.  He shoveled the pasta into his mouth,
intermittently chewing off crunchy bites of french bread sopping with
butter and minced garlic.  The food was delicious, and it was definitely
hitting the proverbial spot.

The rest of Nik's family prattled through dinner in normal fashion.  Nik
didn't hear a word of it though. He was trying to lose himself in the
delicious food. Subconsciously, he was also trying to rid himself of the
newfound erection in the boxer briefs he had just put on.  What a bad
choice - boxers, he thought, as the scent of the spaghetti caused his
memory to recall, over and over, the dry humor of Troy's joke as Nik
dropped him off down the road from his house."

"I'd invite you to dinner, but you've already had a thick piece of pasta
with meatballs and sauce.  And in that order."  was roughly Troy's bawdy
comment, but he seemed to recall that the big dumb jock actually said it
wrong.

Nik failed to find the humor.  He never found humor in Troy's stupid
fucking jokes.  And why should he?  The dumb jock wasn't trying to make Nik
laugh, he was trying to make himself laugh. It reminded Nik of an old
addage; something about only fools laughing at their own jokes. It gave him
a small sense of relief to think of Troy as stupid.  Troy wasn't as stupid
as most, but Nik knew he was better than all of those stupid jocks, Troy
included.  Yes, Nik knew it was he, and not the idiot sports buffs, that
was superior. If not in size of form, then in pure intellect.  He could
feel a miniscule amount of his long since eroded self esteem creep ever so
quietly into the daylight. His erection began to subside in response.

But then his confusion took another turn.  After all, today's encounter
with Troy was not like the others had been.  Aside from Troy's embarrassing
exposure of Nik's sexual excitement, and despite the sexual abuse that had
caused it, Nik had actually had a brief conversation with Troy.  Troy had
asked him questions, personal questions, albeit confusing questions, and
actually seemed to be genuinely interested in the answers.  Nik wondered
briefly whether his having offered more congenial responses might have
continued the conversation into some meaningful dialog.  Had he not been so
fucking angry at the abuse, it might have been different.  But, instead,
Nik had reacted indignantly and Troy reverted to his normal humiliating
behavior.  In usual domination-establishment fashion, the jock made him
kiss his fat dick, and then thank him for the privilege of having his mouth
brutally fucked with it just before.

"I really do have one fucked up life."  Nik's thought was entirely, and
silently, his own.

"Nikky..." His mother sounded annoyed.  "...take this milk."  Her comment,
was loud enough for all to hear.

Nik jerked back to reality.  Absently, he took the milk and set it on the
table, staring at the white liquid.  But he could not drink it. Suddenly,
he imagined that the entire glass was full of semen.  His stomach churned,
his mind began to swirl into the past.  Could he see himself, he'd have
been as shocked as his father to see his eyes glaze over and his son stared
blankly at a meatball for nearly a full minute.

"What the heck is wrong with you boy?"  His dad seemed annoyed all of a
sudden.  "Is something wrong at school?"

"Huh?" Nik's disoriented look confirmed his father's assumption.

"Are you doin' the drugs boy?" His father sounded serious.

"What? No!" Nik was totally thrown by the change in conversation.

"What is on your mind boy?"  His father asked again. "Are you smokin' the
pot? Hittin' the crack pipe?"  His dad really tried to be a one-of-the-guys
kind of guy, and Nik loved him for it.  His dad would walk on burning coals
for a quarter if it would let him get into a pay toilet thirty seconds
sooner.  That was his dad; a man who was never afraid to be embarrassed in
public.

"Oh...uh, nuthin."  Nik's canned response netted the same canned reaction
from his father.

"Well, you know you can talk to us."  His dad's voice sounded familiarly
reassuring, but it had grown to not have the same physical reaction for
Nik.  "We can help you resolve any problem you have.  You only need to
ask."

"Thanks Pop."  Nik smiled at his father. "How many times have I heard that
same old tired attempt at comforting me?" he thought to himself.

Nik loved his parents, but he knew there was no way in hell they could help
him.  There was no way he could ever tell his father that, for almost the
last year, he'd been willingly sucking other boys' cocks.  How could he
ever bear the shame of it all. The old man loved him, but he wasn't fucking
crazy.  He'd have tossed Nik out long ago and then, thought Nik, where the
fuck would he be?

He could hear himself now.  "Gee dad, my problem is that the guys at school
keep making me suck cock. They seem to pay each other for my services, but
I don't actually get any real money.  Oh, and it's not so much forcing me
anymore as me volunteering."  He did not muse at his own sarcastic
thoughts. Instead, his mind began taunting itself with even further
humiliating realizations.  "Oh yeah dad, I suck cock anywhere they want me
to.  Geez, I suck 'em off in the school bathrooms, mall bathrooms, outdoors
in cars, buses, abandoned buildings, and a few other places that I can't
even recall right now."  His mind punished him further. "Hell, a few months
ago, I blew someone right in your bed."

Yeah sure, he thought, I can tell them my problems. How would the old man
like to hear about what happens when he drags me to his poker nights?

"Oh, and by the way dad, I have been blowing your friends' sons on your
poker nights too.  You're upstairs playing poker, and I'm downstairs with
dick in my throat.  Cool huh?  Think you can help me with that Pops?"

The abuse continued in tag-team fashion. It was a battle between his
conscious and subconscious, playing itself out, each making their own
one-sided mental conversation.  "Yeah dad, just last weekend, while you
were winning one big hand after another.  I was in Mr. Long's rec room
laying one big hand after another on your poker buddies' sons' dicks."  The
humiliation washed over him, draining him of his appetite. "Oh, and you
better believe I sucked on some of them too."  He stared at his plate
blankly, betraying his attempt to put a facade on what was really going on
his mind.  "Yep, you and I both won big that night.  For you, it was a
pocket full of money from winning hand after hand of cash.  But, for me, it
was a belly full of semen.  Yep, I was the real winner with handfuls of
cock and mouthful after mouthful of sperm."

"Yeah, sure." he absently-mindedly said aloud.  "I know I can talk to you."

"What's that?" asked his father.

"Thanks Pops. I said I was just thinking about how much that means to me."
He feigned a smile at his father, hiding the reality of his sense of self.
Nik's appetite was now gone, as was the annoying erection.  He was glad
that he'd dug in so ravenously in the beginning, having actually eaten a
full two-thirds of the massive mound of spaghetti. At least he wouldn't be
hungry later.  "Can I be excused?"  he really needed to be alone for
awhile.

"Drink your milk and then you can be excused."  His mother answered, in
repsonse to his father's silent consideration of Nik's odd behavior.

Nik looked at the milk.  Instead, however, in place of the milk was a
massive glass of semen that his mind superimposed over the cold glass of
bovine extract.  He stomach churned in response.  He forced away a gag as
he reluctantly reached for the glass.  There was no way he could explain
not wanting a glass of milk.  So, as cautiously as he could muster, he
pulled the glass to his mouth. Forcing his mind to another place, he let
the frigid viscous liquid slide down his throat.  Happily for him, it only
took a few swallows before the pleasant taste of milk washed away the
unpleasant tricks of his mind, and Nik quickly finished off the glass of
milk.  "That was close." he thought.

"OK, I'm going up to my room to do my homework."  Nik didn't wait for a
response as he darted from the dining room.  His comment trailed into the
distance as his lithe form dashed up the stairs two at a time.

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"I tell you Margaret, something is going on with that boy."  Nik's father
seemed genuinely concerned.

"Oh, Nikolas, he's growing up."  Her reaction exactly what one might expect
from an understanding mother.  "Remember how unpredictable you were when
you were that age?"  She smiled deviously at her husband. "He's probably
got a girlfriend now and the poor boy can barely think straight.  I seem to
remember some interesting behavior from us at around that age."

"Oh Jesus woman.  That was a different time."  He smiled the same devious
smile back at her.  "But hey, not in front of the little ones."

They both looked at the kids, infants both...and each began to chuckle.

===================

Nik was concidentally sharing, but not enjoying as much, the same humor.
He had escaped to his room, away from the intrusive questions of his
parents.  He mused to himself that which went unheard from his mother
downstairs.  "I can barely think straight."  Still though, Nik clung to his
resolute heterosexuality. He did what he did for a reason.

Nik worked on his homework in silence.  Today, he did not even turn on the
"Killer Spawn" CD that he usually listened to.  He rambled through the
incredibe ease of his Advanced Algebra homework very quickly.  After that,
his english homework was a bit more difficult.  He saved his Social Studies
homework for last; arbitrarily putting in only a few minutes toward a term
essay project for the class. Closing the research material, he was reminded
of his recently scheduled following day.  Normally, he would plan to do
Mr. Jacobsen's History homework in third period study hall.  But now he
knew he'd be sucking off Tommy Keller during third period, not to mention
Kyle during fifth period. Against the beckoning of his drooping eyes, he
knew what he had to do.

"Oh fuck." He spoke aloud, talking to himself. "I know I had better at
least get Jack-off-your-son's homework done."  His smile returned as he
made a joke of Mr. Jacobsen's name, in the same sissy-boy voice that Troy
had tried.  He recalled Troy's pitifully poor sissy-boy voice imitation and
a chuckle involuntarily escaped him. That was weird, he thought, to have
actually found one of Troy's jokes funny.  Reluctantly, he opened his
History book and began the assignment.  How tired he was, only wanting
nothing more than to go to sleep.  But he fought against himself anyway to
stay awake and work on the project. It would be a losing a battle.

"The Whisky Rebellion of 17..."

That was all he had read, literally (no pun intended), before Nik's eyelids
began to fall. The dream was quick to spark in invade his REM sleep.

One after another penises flew by his head at the rate of about one every
three seconds.  None of them recognizable, or even of relative shape or
size.  He just sort of knew they were penises.  And then he was going into
the football stadium on Saturday night.  And then there is Troy McHenry.
He just scored his third touchdown at Homecoming.  He sees Troy being
lifted onto the shoulders of his teammates.  Everyone is there and happy.
But Nik is booing.  He and Mark and Tony, they're all booing.  The team
stops carrying Troy.  They slowly turn around and, suddenly, they're all
nude. And then the crowd disappears, and the team starts running at Nik and
his friends.  They push the scrawny boys to the ground, punching them with
clenched fists. Nik's face is suddenly covered with the pubic hair of some
faceless body in the crowd of naked football players.  He can barely
breathe.  Mark is screaming nearby "No, no, don't, Oh god no not
that....oh...p.l.e.a.s.e..." his words are more broken sobs than spoken
syllables. Similar screams of agony come from his friend Tony, not so much
terror as trepidation. "No, not me...why me...why me?"  Nik struggles to
see what's happening to his friends, but he's forced down onto his back.  A
non-descript penis is slid into his mouth, lodging in his throat.  Nik
immediately submits to the intrusion, ceasing all struggle.  The body
simply rests on his face, suffocating him.  He's so desperate, he needs to
see what is happening with his friends.  But somehow he already knows
what's happening to them.  Somehow, he also knows what he must do to help
them.  He lays there, submissively, choking on the penis.  He knows what he
must do, but it's all because of him.  The penis begins to throb in his
throat.  He can feel his breath leaving him, draining the life from his
young body, sucking the very marrow from his long thin bones.  He must keep
the penis in his throat.  It is what he knows he must do.  It is all his
fault.  He begins to slip...

Nik bolted upright in his chair.  The page of his book was soaked with
sweat from his forehead, and a long drizzle of saliva that leaked from his
snoring mouth. He was afraid and it took him a second to figure out where
he was.

"Hey sport, let's get to bed."  It was Nik's father. He always knew to
check in on him, and was almost always assured of finding Nik fast asleep
on top of a book.  Nik was a great student and his father was very proud of
him.  He always encouraged Nik to take the most efficient path to the most
effective gain.  Words Nik would live by.

"Oh, thanks Pops." Nik rubbed his eyes, pulling off his t-shirt and moving
toward his bed. "I'm fucking beat."

"Hey, let's watch with the mouth." his father admonished him with a smile.
"You don't want your mom to hear you talking shit like that."

They both shared a laugh.

"G'nite sport."

"Nite Pops."

**Click**

Nik lay alone in the darkness for nearly thirty minutes, unable to sleep.
Quietly thought to himself against the backdrop of the only noises around
on a country night.  Familiar sounds like rhythmic chirping of the crickets
outside, or the ventilation grates creaking when the heater went on.  Other
than that, it was Nik, alone with his thoughts. And what thoughts they
were, especially after today.  But, at the same time, he couldn't think
about the day's events at all.  No, suddenly he was completely obsessed
with the age old question.  "Why oh why din't I take the other pill?"  In
other words, why hadn't he left Troy alone?  What might his life be like if
he never got to know Troy?

Then the day's events did creep into the same room with him. Why did he
have a hardon when Troy asked to see it?  Does Kyle really want Nik to fuck
him? Why would Troy say that?  He's never seen Kyle be a prick to Nik.  His
mind reeled at the burden.  He needed to change the subject.

He thought about his buds, Mark and Tony.  That friendship had sure changed
quite a bit.  It used to be hanging out every day and now it was more like
once or twice a week.  Nik figured it was probably his fault and a result
of his change of lifestyle since the "gang rape thing" as Nik inwardly
referred to it.  After that, he spent a lot of time making excuses for
meetings that Troy would set up.  And a lot of the rest of the time those
guys were just busy with other things he guessed.  He wished they were
there with him, sleeping over, talking with him until one or more fell
asleep.  It had been since before the gang rape thing that they'd had slept
over at his house at all.

A lot had changed since the gang rape thing, he thought to himself. He
hadn't recalled the events of that night in months.  Hell, it took him
months to block it out of his mind in the first place. But there it was,
right now, as clear as day, as fresh as if he could still feel the bruises
that covered his body. Yes, there it was, right there, playing out in front
of him, right there in the gloom, as if a hazy television screen had formed
from the darkness itself.

He was riding his bike...going home.



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It had been nearly two weeks since the incident with Troy at Pizza Burger.
Nik was very drunk, riding his bike home from a beer bust at Tony's house.
He rode his bicycle down the darkened road, occasionally taking his hands
off of the handlebars.  He held them out, feeling the cool night air rush
across his bare arms.  Normally, he'd be wearing one of his concert
t-shirts.  In fact, he was wearing one when he went to the party.  But
Jenny Rushman had gotten sick and puked on her own shirt.  Nik, being the
consummate gentleman (i.e. the punk version of gentleman), quickly stripped
off his t-shirt and gave it to Jenny.

So, for the rest of the night, it was just Nick and a pair of double-knit
shorts he'd cut off from a pair of slacks he found in his attic.  A lot of
the guys, and some of the girls, made fun of Nik's pigeon chest.  But it
just rolled off of Nik's back.  To the guys, his wit would offer "Hey,
chicks dig skinny pale guys".  And to the girls, he would quickly respond
with "Hey, skinny...with big feet...you do the math!"  But, it didn't
matter to whom he responded, his response got the laugh, chuckle or smile
for which he was aiming.

After the party, Nik knew he would be in no condition to drive.  He had
taken his bike with him in the back of his jeep.  He had no choice to come
home after the party, but also knew he'd be grounded if he came in drunk.
This plan allowed him to come home rather silently, and he could make up
any excuse he wanted about the jeep.  Naturally, the excuse would involve
some sort of breakdown.  It was also a welcome manipulation on his part,
since his parents (under his protest) had bought him a troublesome used
jeep, and this way he could generate more reasons to bitch about it.  The
ultimate goal, was a new car...with the emphasis on "new".

Nik was barely two miles from his house when the engine sound scared the
shit out of him.  Suddenly, as if out of some horror flick, Nik found
himself being followed by a pickup truck.  Even more to the theme, the
truck's lights were off and he could actually smell the engine heat from
behind him.  He wondered for a microsecond where the hell it came from.
But the thought was quickly replaced with the realization that the truck
was right on his ass and possibly threatened to strike the bike itself. In
panic, Nik swerved to avoid being run over.

But it was too late.  The last thing he remembered was something running
into the bike's rear tire.  The bike, followed by his body, spun around,
and was followed in short order by his head as he flew upward like some
child's spinner toy.  Next think Nik knew he was lying on the ground, his
head nestled in some grass.  He could feel on his neck the cool sensation
of water droplets that had accumulated on the blades from the moisture in
the night air. Dazed, it was several moments before he believed he had
safely survived, and proceeded to just fall unconscious where he lay.

"Oh No you don't little man."  It was Tommy Keller.  He recognized the
football player's voive.  "No fucking sleepy bye for you punk.  We got
plans for your punk ass."

Roughly Nik was jerked upward from his landing spot.  He struggled to focus
from the disorientation, but was having trouble standing.  It was only a
matter of seconds that he'd been unconscious, and he wasn't grasping this
quick set of events unfolding all of a sudden.  His vision was blurred, but
he could definitely make out the forms of at least four guys.

"Remember me?" said one of the guys.

But Nik could barely keep his head held up.

"Answer me faggot." the same boy spoke, this time getting right into Nik's
face.

Nik was too dazed.  He began to fall to the ground.  He wanted to lay back
down, to go to sleep.  He wanted this weird nightmare to be over.  But if
he thought it was a dream, he was soon to be reassured that he was indeed
wide awake.

"C'mon guys, let's kick the fuck out of this little prick."  said the same
mysterious voice.

This time, Nik knew who was talking.  It was Troy McHenry.  Nik's mind
sharpened very quickly after that.  He knew what he had done to Troy a few
weeks earlier, and he now knew that Troy wasn't going to let it pass
either.  The last few weeks, with no retribution at all, had led the poor
boy into a false sense of security on that subject, and he had let the
whole incident fade from his mind.

He was about to get a rude awakening.

THUD!  Troy delivered the first blow to his stomach, the air rapidly
escaping from his lungs.  THUD, THUD, THUD.  Three more shots rammed into
the almost non-existent abdominal muscles on the skinny goth punk.

Nik doubled over in pain, falling to the ground.

"Get this mother-fucker up off the ground." yelled Troy to the other boys.

Two guys, Kyle Miller and Tim Johnson, ran behind Nik and pulled him up
from the ground.  Nik gasped for air, struggling to force his stomach
muscles to loosen up and allow some air into his lungs.  The bigger boys
each grabbed an arm, holding them behind his narrow frame, and affording
Troy a clear shot for more punches to his midsection.

BAM!  Tommy took a shot at Nik's head, squarely landing a meaty fist on his
thin jawline.

"Dude, not the face."  Troy snapped at Tommy.  "Remember...I got plans for
this little faggot."

Nik didn't have time to wonder what the plans might be.  Troy began
pummeling his midsection like he was a boxer's heavy bag.  He hammered on
him again and again, the punches strong, but clearly not as strong as Nik
knew Troy could deliver.  Momentarily, Nik did wonder why he could sense
injury, but not death, from his attackers. But it didn't matter, soon they
would all be beating on him and he knew he had it coming.

Nearly ten minutes the boys beat on him.  The order to avoid the face was
only half-heartedly adhered to, until, finally, Nik could taste the blood
flowing into his mouth.  Punch after punch landed on his ultra-lean frame,
some forcefully, others missing the mark and causing that special pain from
a single knuckle, as opposed to the flat of a fist.  And then, it stopped.
They released Nik's limp body, allowing it to fall to the ground.  Nik,
once again, passed out.

Again, but a few seconds passed before he was rudely awakened from his
unconscious state.  This time, water was being poured onto his face.  Well,
at least he thought it was water at first.  He would soon learn that it was
not water.  And it would not be the only lesson he would learn this night.

"Whose a fucking pussy now you little punk fucking faggot?"  Troy spit the
words at him.  The big boy was clearly drunk.

Nik looked up at Troy standing over him.  His eyes focused more quickly
than before, his mind having been yanked into overcoming the residual
remains of alcohol from his blood.  His eyes scanned the crew standing
around him.  Troy's face obviously came into view first, standing over him,
eyes and face the same shade of crimson red.  The anger in Troy's demeanor
was downright palpable.

Next, he could see Kyle and Tim.  They held their standard positions behind
Troy, each of them looking down on the helpless body of Nik as he lay in
the grass on the side of the road.  But that was only three, and Nik could
recall seeing four guys earlier.  He moved his head back across the faces
of Tim, Troy and then Kyle.  However, as he tried to look further, he only
caught a glimpse of Tommy.  He had been standing above Nik's head, with his
cock exposed.  And just as Nik caught his glimpse of Tommy, he also saw
that the dominant boy's penis was aimed directly at Nik's face.

"OK, you win."  Nik thought he'd try to negotiate his way out of the
situation.  They'd already beaten him, and badly at that, so he figured the
worst was over.  "I surrender already."

But it was all just beginning.

"There you go motherfucker."  Troy, again, spit the words at him with an
anger Nik had never encountered.  The sheer demonic look in Troy's face was
enough to skip a heartbeat on the bravest of people, and Nik knew inside
that he did not fit into this particular group.  "Say it again bitch...say
it!"

"OK, I surren...." Nik opened his mouth to do as he was told, but he never
got the chance.  Just then, another stream of water hit him right in the
mouth.  But he could tell this time that it was not water being sprayed on
him.  Though he'd never tasted urine before, he had smelled the odor, and
this fluid was definitely urine.  He quickly wiped his eyes, and reopened
them to see Tommy shaking droplets from his freshly used piss slit. It took
him a second to realize what had just happened.

"Whatsa matter faggot?" Troy was making the most of the sitaution.  "Don't
like piss in your mouth?"

Nik began spitting, trying to remove the piss from his mouth.  But Troy
rewarded him with a swift kick in the nuts.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing you little prick?"  Troy was
acting in a way that was genuinely beginning to petrify Nik. "Who the fuck
told you to spit?  I sure as fuck know I didn't...did you Tommy?"  he began
asking the other boys, in turn.

"No siree Troy, I didn't say a thing."  Tommy replied with a smile.  "I'm
too busy trying to help Nik here get a drink.  He looks thirsty to me and,
since I had a great dinner, I figured he could use some warmed over
nutrients...in liquid form.  I hear they're easier to digest that way."

"What about you Kyle?" Troy turned to his best friend in the whole world.
"Did you tell the little fag to spit?"

"Nopers...dind't say a word."  Kyle wasn't the brightest kid on the block.
But he wasn't really a bully either.  However, he was enjoying the promise
of what was to follow; of how Troy told him that the night would end
up. "I'm just waiting until the fun starts, my man."  He smiled widely,
looking solely at Nik's face as he spoke.

"And what about you Tim? Did you tell punk rocker fag boy here to spit out
Tommy's piss?"  Troy faced the final face on his Q&A panel.

"Nope, not me.  I'm just here for the ride" Tim answered, proud of the
knowledge that he had actually given the idea to Troy for this little
retaliation.  Well, more specifically, he gave Troy the plot twist.  Troy
had already worked out the beating part all by himself.

"Gee Nik, sounds like nobody told you to spit out Tommy's piss."  Troy's
face was paling a bit, indicating his anger level subsiding, if only a
little bit.  He looked down at Nik on the ground, a devious smile beginning
to form on his face.  "So, then let's try it again."

Nik looked up at him.  He was totally confused.  Just what did these guys
want from him.  He never bugged them before and, even though they had some
stupid name calling at a fucking pizza place, that couldn't honestly be
what all this was about.

But he was wrong.  He knew nothing of what these boys were capable of.  Nik
didn't grow up in a sports household like these boys.  He grew up in a
loving, nurturing, environment.  But he did, at least, know to stay away
from the jock and bully crowds.  After all, Nik was a very lithe kid.  It
was only his circle of friends and their self-ostracization from mainstream
teens that protected him from exposure to this crowd of bullying jocks up
to that point.  Now, here he was, all alone and helpless, wondering what
Troy was trying to say to him.  He would soon have the confusion quickly
cleared up.

"I said..." Troy kicked Nik in the nuts again. "Open your fucking
mouth...and let's try this again."  He stressed the first syllable of each
word as he jammed his foot into Nik's tender balls.  Unbeknownst to Troy,
Nik had a rather large set of balls which were hard to miss with Troy's
heavy booted foot.

Nik slowly opened his mouth.  He was a smart kid, and he knew what was
happening.  These guys were going to make him put piss in his mouth.  And,
having quickly weighed the events that were currently unfolding, he decided
not to argue.  It was going to happen one way or another and Nik figured it
would be better to do it with both UN-broken bones and a still functional
set of testicles.

Warm piss started to flow again from Tommy's cock.  He stopped for a
second, restricting his flow long enough to undo a button and allow his
sagging jeans to fall to his ankles.  But within a few seconds the flow
resumed.  He aimed directly for Nik's mouth, hitting not only the mouth,
but also every other part of Nik's face.  Soon his mouth was filled with
Tommy's fresh urine, and his hair soaked with the same.  It was purely the
most humiliating experience of his life up to then.

"Wait, my turn." Yelled Kyle, who quickly jumped into position opposite the
other urinating teen.  Kyle's cock was out in a flash, with urine flowing
again toward Nik's already overflowing mouth.

"Stop it you guys."  Troy barked as if he had an idea, which he did.
"Let's give little Nikky here a chance to swallow."  He looked at everyone
as he said it, and then down at Nik.  "Well?"  he stood there, compeltely
expecting compliance.  "Let's swallow it all up now.  C'mon, drink it up
like a good little bitch."

Nik hesitated, which did not please Troy at all.  KICK, came another shot
to Nik's groin.  Instead of a cry of pain, Nik lurched forward, spitting
the urine out onto Troy's boot.  He reached down and slapped the shit out
of Nik's cheek.  SMACK, SMACK...the blows landed one right after another.

"Let's try that again."  Troy put his foot on Nik's chest, forcing him down
on the ground.  "OK, now let's open up..."

Nik clenched his eyes closed as tightly as he could, and then opened his
mouth.  He waited for the next stage of degradation inevitably en route to
his mouth.

"C'mon guys, let's make one of those fountain thingys."  Troy was in
full-on prick mode; that much was clear.  "You Tommy, Kyle, get over
here..." he motioned the two boys to positions circling Nik's head.  Each
boy's cock now exposed and aimed at the goal.  "OK, here are the
rules...each guy pisses until the pisser is full.  Then I'll give the word,
and we all squeeze off our dicks and give him time to swallow.  Whoever
finishes pissing last, gets a blow job from our little piss pot here.

"OK, that's about enough of that!" Thought Nik.  He wasn't sucking
anybody's cock and that was all there was to it.  Pissing in his fucking
mouth was FAR more than enough humiliation for him to endure as a result of
a simple fucking comment to a dumb jock.  And besides, he knew that he'd
rather die than let another boy stick their dick in his mouth.  No way, he
thought, I'm just not fucking doing it. He dug deep into his imagination to
somehow derive a reassurance for himself that if it were one on one, he'd
knock all their pussy asses into the middle of next week.  He decided he'd
had enough.  He closed his mouth and started to stand up.

Unfortunately, Troy's boot was still on his chest, making his escape
impossible.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"  Troy looked down at Nik,
pissed that the little motherfucker wasn't doing as he was told.  He
decided to try another approach.  "Well, wait a second though.  I'll give
you a choice.  You can do what you are told...or we can make it our
favorite past time to beat the living fuck out of you every fucking weekend
until the end of high school."

Nik pondered the question.  However, it was not the sumbissive response
Troy was looking for.

"Oh, and did I mention that we're going to beat the fuck out of your little
pussy friends too.  AND, we're going to make sure they know it is 100%
entirely because of you."  Troy's smile was devious.  He could see a mild
change in Nik's expression that indicated his threats were taking the right
path to his conscience.  "And on top of that, we'll tell everyone that you
have been blowing us anyway.  So, it's either piss drinking now, and
whatever the fuck else we come up with...or it's you and your buddies in a
living nightmare of bloody lips, noses, FACES...oh, i think you get the
idea."

Nik stopped fighting barely half way into Troy's tirade.  He was a smart
kid, and he knew the obvious course of action.  He was going to have to
drink these boys' piss, or he would be responsible for wrecking the lives
of his best friends. But, he also knew that this would not be the end of
it.  He knew that if he gave in and actually drank piss, and gave someone a
blow job, it would be all over school before he could blink twice.  How his
mind raced with the choices, the sheer impossibility of it all.  Never more
than at that moment had he wished that at least 'some' vehicle would come
down the road and provide him a means of escape.  But it was not to be.
Nik was so unsure of what to do.  Either way, he was going to lose some of
his dignity.  The only choice with any character involved, he thought, was
to drink the piss, suck the dick, and get the whole fucking thing over with
as fast as possible.  If it got around school, well, he'd just have to
cross that bridge if he came to it.

"Well?" Troy interrupted Nik's considerations. "What's it gonna be?
Punk-fag-cocksucker now...or brutally beaten fag-labeled boy with brutally
beaten friends...every week?"

Troy smiled victoriously as Nik silently lay his head back onto the grass
and opened his mouth.  "Here, this is for making me ask you more than
once..."

And with that, Troy hocked up an enormous loogie.  The sickening sound of
mucous bubbled in his throat as the suction drew the mucous from his sinus
cavity.  He leaned over Nik's mouth and slowly allowed the greenish fluid
to ooze from his lips.  He allowed the slimy loogie to stretch from his
lips, six...seven...eight inches, and then sucked it back into his mouth.
He could see the temporary look of relief on his victim's face. Again, he
repeated the threatening expectoral ministration, once again allowing the
slime to retreat in his mouth, each time his mouth adding a modicum of
saliva to the cached mixture.

"Tell me you want it."  said Troy, mumbling the words as he tried to speak
with a mouth full of mucous and saliva.

"I want you to spit in my mouth Troy."  Nik was true to his decision.  He
wanted this to be over as quickly as possible, so decided to do as he was
told.

Troy rewarded the obedience.  He stood above Nik and allowed almost a third
of a mouthful of saliva and mucous to drip into Nik's mouth.  "Now swallow
it." he said.

Nik did as he was told and swallowed the salty booger fluid he had been
given. It took nearly four swallows to get it down, but he accomplished the
task as ordered.

"Dude, that was fucking nasty."  Tommy grimaced in disbelief.  He never
thought Nik would do it.

"No man, he likes it...ask him." Troy laughed, clearly exaggerating the
reality of the situation.

Tommy looked down at Nik.  "Hey, you don't seem to like my piss.  Do you
want one of my loogies instead?"

"I want both please."  Nik replied.

All of the boys responded by busting out in uncontrollable laughter.

"See, I told you man."  said Troy.  "Now don't dissapoint the little
bastard. Give him what he asked for."

Tommy too hocked up the biggest loogie he could muster.  Though, not quite
as big as Troy's, it had the same exact degrading affect on their prey.  He
spit the nasty liquid down into Nik's mouth and ordered him to swallow, and
Nik did as he was told.

One by one, each of the boys took turns spitting loogies into Nik's mouth,
two or three apiece.  Tim couldn't actually draw mucous so, instead, he
picked a few dried pieces of snot from his nose and pressed them into Nik's
mouth, lodging the pieces between Nik's cheek and gum.

"Hey look you guys...he's chewing snot flavored snuff."  Tim chuckled at
his joke, the others following suit right after.

Nik was nearing his breaking point.  He knew he was either going to have to
get this over with, or make a break for it.  But, again, he feared what
making a run for it might do to both him and his friends.  He chose another
course.

"Can we please get on with the piss drinking?"  Nik tried to be serious,
hoping to reason with the drunken teens.

"Oops...let's not forget the winner's blow job too."  It was Tommy again,
his pecker was getting hard in his hand.

So, with that, Nik lay his head back and opened his mouth.  Four streams of
urine fought for entry into his mouth.  Sometimes they would hit directly,
other times missing completely and drenching Nik's face in pee.
Eventually, the first mouthful was complete.  Nik sat up and swallowed the
fluid, and lay back down into position, mouth opened.  The boy's began
peeing again, trying to fill his mouth a second time.  But Nik's stomach
was too busy rejecting the first mouthful.  It was not used to having pee
inside of it, and it involuntarily decided ot remove it.

Nik bolted upright and leaned forward to puke.  This time, he managed to
steer clear of Troy's boots as a mixture of old alcohol, teenaged mucuos,
and now piss, escaped via his gag reflex.

"Shit, he's puking it all out."  Kyle was pissed off.  "How the fuck are we
going to know who wins now?"

"Just piss on him Kyle."  It was Troy again. "We all agreed we're gonna
make him suck us all off after he drank the piss anyway. So, let's just
piss right on him and get that part over with."

Nick couldn't believe his ears.  This whole plan was just that...a fucking
plan. He suddenly realized that nothing he did would change what they
already had in store for him.  Again, he had no idea what to do.  But he
really didn't need to know.  Troy and the other boys already had it all
figured out.

Nik was kicked back down onto the ground.  Four streams of urine began
striking his body from all angles. Tommy spent most of his time pissing on
Nik's bony chest, enjoying the way the stream ran across his ribcage as it
trickled down.  Kyle tried spelling his name sideways, starting at Nik's
face and complaining a bit when Nik's skinny body didn't allow an
appropriate length for the cursive Y in his first name.  Tim stayed behind
Nik, pissing on his head; his mission, to give the boy a nice piss shampoo.
Troy, remained focused on Nik's mouth.  As the other boy's pissed, Troy
lifted up a boot and tipped open Nik's mouth, then tilting his head back,
affording him a full open mouth for a target.  And, even more unfortunately
for Nik, Troy was a very good aim and the fountain of piss freely flowed
from his mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last flow of urine stopped.  Kyle
was the last to finish, owing to his obsession with trying to get his whole
name written on Nik in piss.

"I win, I get to go first."  Kyle spoke excitedly, moving himself into
position in front of Nik.  He held out his still limp dick in front of
Nik's mouth, waiting for the little twirp to do what he was supposed to do.
After barely a second of waiting, Kyle slapped Nik's face with the palm of
his hand.  "What the fuck are you waiting for cock-boy?"

Nik took the flaccid penis in his hand and analyzed it for a moment before
placing it in his mouth.  It was rather small and circumcised, giving the
impression that it would not be too hard to suck on something this size.
He had never done anything like this and was completely unsure of what to
do.  He tried to roll the thing around a bit, maneuvering it with his
tongue, but to no avail.  The soft penis was not getting hard, and it was
so small that he didn't know how to handle it.

Kyle too realized that his cock was not getting hard.  He had gotten far
too drunk and, in fact, had actually tried to encourage Troy to seek his
revenge another day.  Instead, he grabbed onto Nik's hair and held his face
on his limp dick.  Grabbing an additional handful of hair, he now held
Nik's head tightly against his groin.  He then proceeded to simulate
fucking a pussy; his hips undulating back and forth...but his cock never
got hard.

"Dude, I'm too fucking drunk." Kyle angrily pushed Nik's head off of his
crotch, causing him to fall back to his supine position.  "Someone else try
it."

Tommy wasted no time at all.  He pulled off his sneakers and yanked down
his pants, exposing his already hard dick.  Tommy was a kicker on the
football team, so was rather thin compared to the other boys.  But, his
well defined five foot ten inch body was just as magnetic for some of the
girls in school.  His equipment wasn't the hugest in his circle of friends,
but his average sized six inch cock did what it was supposed to do.  It had
been inside of at least one third of the vaginas in school, as well as
almost all of their related mouths.  But this time it was different.  He
had heard that guys sucked dick better than girls, and he was about to find
out if that were true.  Naked from the waist down, Tommy now stood above
Nik. He could see Tommy's hairless balls dangling below the steel hard
prick jutting out in front of him waiting to stab into the warmth of Nik's
waiting, and now willing, mouth.

Nik prepared himself this time.  He was relieved when Kyle's drunken stupor
denied him a taste of teenaged erection, but he would not be so lucky this
time.  He was going to suck at least one dick tonight, come hell or high
water.  Tommy...was the first lucky candidate.

Tommy didn't even give Nik a chance to sit back up. He was too excited at
the opportunity to bust a nut. Without much hesitation, he squatted down
and placed his hard dick against Nik's lips.  "Open up baby, I got a
present for you."  He smiled.

Nik obeyed.

In seconds, Tommy jammed his dick all the way into Nik's mouth.  The
smaller boy choked at the merciless injection of this foreign fleshy object
into his throat. Nik's reflex took over and his mouth closed involuntarily.
This jaw closing scared Tommy, who quickly pulled his cock from Nik's
throat, painfully dragging it across Nik's teeth in the process.

"God Damnit" He slapped Nik in the face several times. "Cover your fucking
teeth bitch.  Damn, even my fucking girlfriend knows that."  He gently
rubbed his pecker, trying to erase the brief pain of Nik's teeth.  He
slapped Nik again.  "I'm coming back in. And if you bite my fucking dick
again boy, you're fucking dead, hear me?" He was almost yelling.  "I swear
motherfucker; I'll gut you and leave your fucking body right fucking here."
He glared directly into Nik's eyes.  "Do you fucking got that faggot?"

"Yes."  Nik was shaking in fear now, and it pleased Tommy.  And with that,
Nik opened his mouth as wide as he could, wrapping his lips over the caps
of his teeth.  He held his mouth in position, showing Tommy that he was now
prepared to deal with Tommy's cock using a new approach.  Tommy smiled
again, pleased.

Tommy leaned forward and replanted his cock into Nik's mouth.  No teeth
this time, just soft, warm, velvety flesh to comfort his young dick. It
felt great to him, and it was not long until Tommy was steadily pumping his
dick into Nik's inviting mouth.  In and out, in and out, the cock assaulted
the back of his throat.  Up and down, up and down, Tommy's chiseled ass
cheeks pumped the cock downward.

Nik tried to relax.  He concentrated on keeping his mouth open wide, and
his lips protecting the tender cock flesh from their painful scrapes. It
was not long until the pain came to his jaws.  It was not too much longer
afterward that the pain gave way to numbness. But he just lay there,
praying it would be over soon, while he labored to help the drunken
teenager to more adequately enjoy the use of his mouth.

Tommy didn't notice any of Nik's efforts.  The hole was hot, wet and, most
of all, softly accepting what it was being given. He closed his eyes,
imagining his girlfriend was performing the blow job.  But each time he
did, he realized that this blow job was turning out to be better than hers.
Hell, he was forever reminding girls about the teeth.  But here, this
virgin mouthed skinny prick, who he figured had never sucked any dicks
before, was taking a face-fucking like a Hall-Of-Famer. And the best part
was that he'd only needed to tell the little prick once.

It never occurred to him that the girls of which he thought were never
presented with cocks right after a beating.  They were never given the
ultimatum of drinking piss and blowing the winner, or accept the pain and
torture of weekly, if not daily, beatings at the hands of vicious high
school athletes.  No, they were girls, they liked dick, and they knew they
could do what they want with them.

Tommy suddenly realized what he had under his undulating hips.  His cock
thickened at the prospect of all that he could do with a willing
cocksucker, and his sexual excitement responded as well.  Roughly, he
pumped even harder into Nik's mouth, choking him. But Tommy didn't care
about Nik.  He cared about the mouth that was accepting the voluntary entry
of his prick. He was thinking about how easy it was to control this kid.

Tommy's hips began bucking. A sickeningly thick globule of fluid suddenly
extruded from his dick and into Nik's mouth. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."  He
jammed his dick again and again, downward into Nik's open mouth.  "Holy
fuck..."  Another thick glob of the liquid oozed into Nik's mouth as Tommy
jerked forward, forcing the semen from his dick. "God Damn boy..." Tommy's
dick was still jerking, but nothing more came out of it.  "Keep sucking
boy, I know I got some more." He said as his hip movements slowed.  "C'mon
homo, I can't feel you sucking at all."  Tommy's cock immediately began to
soften as he fell forward across Nik's face.  Not wanting to smother the
kid, he lifted his hips a bit so he could breathe.  His cock pulled up and
out of Nik's mouth and the abused boy started to turn his head.  But Tommy
had other plans, and he put them into action by dropping his softening cock
back into Nik's mouth.  "Nope, you better swallow that shit.  I've been
saving those baby makers for my girl's pussy, and her pussy doesn't spit my
shit out...so neither do you.

Helpless and defeated, Nik forced the thick globs of liquid down his
throat.  His mind was too far gone to realize another foreign substance
entering his stomach and, this time, it allowed Tommy's cum to take up
residence.

"I'm next" yelled Tim. "But, I got a better idea."

Tim too was already stripped from the waist down.  Tim was the least
undesirable of the boys. He had known Nik longer than anyone, and had only
been part of the jock crowd since his step-dad made him go out for football
a year before.  He wasnt' the best player in the world, but did have quite
the reputation as a player with the girlies. But, despite any prior
friendship, Tim was still about to plant his hormone charged cock into
Nik's already sore throat.

He squatted down behind Nik's head.  It confused Nik a bit, imagining the
only position he could get into was a sixty-nine, at least from this angle.
Tim was soon to remove any confusion.  Soon, it would be clear to Nik that
the only part of a sixty-nine he was going to participat in was six point
nine inches of cock being pushed down his throat...but from the opposite
angle.

Tim moved in for his kill.  As he situated himself, Nik could see a large
drop of precum glistening, reflecting the moonlight.  Tim saw Nik as he
looked at the precum, and rewarded him by rubbing it onto Nik's lips.
"Don't worry, it's just a little bit of lube for you Nikky."  His voice was
almost a calm whisper; not from compassion, as much as from drunken teenage
lust.  It reminded Nik of what he might say to some drunk chick to get her
to fuck him..  "I'll try to take it easy on you."  Tim lied as he leaned
forward and placed his rolled up jeans under Nik's neck.  "Just relax. My
girl does it this way." He seemed reassuring. "Trust me, it'll be easier
for you."  He could see the tears in his former friend's eyes, but leaned
forward just like the others.  Before long, Tim was sliding his dick into
Nik's warm mouth.

Nik realized that Tim was right.  This position 'would' make it much easier
on his mouth.  However, the caveat here was that it afforded Tim almost
full balls-deep entry into his throat with each thrust.  Nikgagged
convulsively as Tim's prick rammed directly into his throat.

"Just relax Nikky." But Tim never stopped his motions.  Slowly, he slid his
dick out of, and then back into, Nik's throat until the hair on his balls
could be felt on Nik's eyelids. "Just relax baby" he repeated over and
over, his words a shaky whisper, as if he were nervously trying to pick a
sensitive lock.  "Just relax baby...just relax your throat...just relax..."
Over and over the penis slid smoothly into the tight throat of the skinny
little punk on the ground. Repeatedly Tim would pull his cock out until the
sensitive head rested on Nik's nose. He'd pause, and then he'd slide it
slowly back in, down, down, down, deep into Nik's throat until his pubic
hair pressed once again on Nik's chin and his balls rested on the boy's
eyeballs.  Each end stage of his range of motion brought its own unique
sensations.  When fully retracted, the cool night air reminded his
body-heated prick that it was no longer in its cave of comfort.  When fully
inserted, the moist warmth reminded Tim of his girlfriend's pussy.  And,
when in full motion, the balls hitting Nik's eyes, reminded him that he was
getting one of the best blow jobs he'd ever had...from a boy.

Nik's view was blinded by the Tim's shape sliding back and forth across his
body.  He lay there, allowing his mind to go blank from all things except
the singular effort of not touching the marauding cocks with his teeth.
Tim's approach had made that more easy.  Nik appreciated the effort,
regardless of whether it was for his comfort, or Tim's selfish quest for
orgasm in his mouth.

Tim knew it was the latter of the two thoughts.  He never gave one thought
to Nik's comfort beyond that which afforded him a better blow job.  Tim
would have gladly punched the fuck out of Nik had he bit his dick, if for
no other reason than to be one of the guys.  Hell, it was why he was lying
there face-fucking this defenseless boy, a former friend, in the fist
place.

Tim continued to fuck Nik's mouth. "Damn, and he called US the pussies?" He
stopped pausing at his full-motion end points and began a steady
pace. "Shit, his mouth feels more like a pussy than the real thing." He
shouted the words, not at anybody in particular, but at whoever would hear
them.  His hips continued wihtout pause as he fucked in and out, in and
out, his balls landing on Nik's face sometimes, banging against his
forehead the others.  His pace quickened, indicating that he was coming
close to orgasm.  His range of motion shortened, at no point now did his
cock ever leave the warm mouth in which it was sliding back and forth.  His
body began to shake.  His nutsac tigthened up, contracting up to his body.
He knew he was about to cum.

"It's on it's way Nik." Tim began pumpin his dick faster and faster.  "Grab
my balls bitch!"  He yelled the command at Nik, who didn't hesitate to
reach above his head and do as he was ordered. He grabbed the nearly
raquetball sized nutsac and began rolling the hairless bag around, massing
the soft orbs inside.

"Oh, fuck yes, that's it..." said Tim, his balls now being held manipulated
about in Nik's hands as he continued to increase the pace of his
mouth-fucking.  "Oh man, here it is baby...here it comes..."

The orgasm was huge.  Tim's first thick stream came on the out-stroke and
almost filled Nik's little mouth.  Knowing there had to me more on the way,
Nik didn't wait to be ordered to swallow the deposit.

"Oh...God...Damn..." Tim grunted the words as another shot, easily as large
as the first, pumped itself into Nik's throat, this time on the
in-thrust. Tim knew that shooting, while balls deep, would actually inject
the cum directly into Nik's belly, while making it even more like cumming
into a real pussy.  He would afford Nik this little consolation, though it
was more for his own pleasure than that of the faggot with dick in his
throat, now drinking his second load of teen jizz.

"Fuck man you got a hot mouth." Tim continued spurting his seed into Nik's
throat. "C'mon baby, drink that shit."  His cock expended the last of
several residual drops of cum before leaving Tim panting over Nik's
mouthful of stiff spent dick.  "Damn Nik, that was fucking hot."  Tim
extracted his stiff dick from Nik's throat, and righting himself again
behind the boy's head.  His still hard cock pointed out in front of him,
hovering above Nik's nose, a single drop of cum hanging from the urethra.
"Look, you missed a drop.  Use your pussy to lick it up."

Nik did not hesitate.  He extended his tongue to accept more of his
humilitation.  He voluntarily licked the drop of cum from the end of the
penis of a guy who had just fucked his mouth, and called it a pussy, and
then licked up the drop that followed, without being asked. He did not
think that it was possible to go any lower than this.

Tim smiled and patted Nik on the cheek.  "Thanks Nikky.  I REALLY enjoyed
the fuck out of that."  Tim stood and began to dress.

Nik just lay there on the ground, not moving at all.  He didn't know how
many of them had busted their nut.  He looked around and saw everyone
around him was dressed.  He closed his eyes, thanking heaven that it was
all over.  Or so he thought.  The worst humiliation was about to follow.

It was Kyle that spoke up.  Had it not been for him, Nik's torment might
have ended. But Kyle had realized that Troy didn't get his blow job.
Neither had Kyle, but he at least had his cock in the little fucker's
mouth, and that met the theme requirement for the evening.  There was no
way that Troy was getting out of here being the only one to claim that he
was the one to 'not' get a blow job from their rape victim.  No, their
competition extended far off of the football field, and Kyle knew what kind
of card it would be for Troy to hold over them.

"Troy..." Kyle commanded his best friend's attention.  "You gonna take your
nut out of the little bitch's mouth or what?"

But Troy had another idea.  It wasn't about the blow job to him.  It was
about the domination.  It was about teaching this little "Anarchy"
spouting, anti-establishment little prick his place.  To Troy, it was about
NOT being labeled a "Pussy", and teaching any who dare to try and label him
as such some better manners.

"Nope, I'm not gonna 'take' anything." Troy stared directly at Nik as he
spoke.

"The fuck you aint..." Kyle started to protest; the other boys following
quickly after.  They all knew the deal the way Kyle did.

"Man, will you pricks shut the fuck up.  I aint finished."  Troy's eyes
never left Nik's.  It really began to scare him, and he had no idea what
Troy planned.  "No, little Nikky here thinks were pussies."  Still, his
eyes locked onto Nik's, commanding the attention and, more importantly, the
obedience of the arrogant fucking punk lying at his feet. "But I think it
was Timmer here that proved that it was really Nik's mouth that was a
pussy.  Isn't that right Tim?"

"Yesiree bob, sure felt like a pussy to me." Tim's answer held a certian
amount of jocularity.

"Yeah, and we all know that pussies and dicks go together, right?" Troy's
gaze still commanded Nik's attention.

"Absolutely....Yes...Uh huh..." the answers of the other boys overlapped
each other as they all uttered their agreement.

"Well then.  I think little Nikky here needs to understand his place.  He
needs to understand that it is his MOUTH and not us that is the fucking
pussy."  Troy stepped backward, never dropping his eye-lock with Nik, until
he came to rest against a tree trunk. "In fact, I think Nik should ASK me
if he can use his pussy to pleasure my cock." Troy noticed a slight
widening of Nik's eyes.  Troy knew he had set upon the right track.  "Yeah,
I think that Nik should beg me for my cock. After all, pussies exist to
give my cock pleasure."  Troy's smile widened at the discomfort he could
see welling up in Nik.  "And they all want to be filled with dick, don't
they Nik?"

"Yes." was Nik's reply.

"Yes what bitch?" Troy's voice was stern.

Nik didn't know what to do.  Troy was the last of the bunch, and he knew
that if he could get past whatever sick fucking plan Troy had, he'd be able
to finally go home and put this horrible night behind him.  His choice?  To
submit one last time and get this whole damned thing over with.

"Yes, my mouth, and not you, is a pussy." Nik could not beleive he was
speaking the words.  But he continued. "And pussies exist to give your cock
pleasure."

"And..." Troy asked rhetorically.

"May I please give your cock pleasure? Nik was still in disbelief.

"How do you want to pleasure my cock Nik?" Troy knew he was impressing the
living hell out of his friends.  In his own way, it was his method of
domination over them too.  What Nik would not have given at that moment to
be on the other side of this particular fence.

"I want to pleasure your cock with my pussy." It was too much for him.  Nik
began to cry.

"Oh geez...look at the little fucking girl, crying and shit."  Kyle taunted
him.

"Shut the fuck up limp dick." barked Troy. Kyle, duly embarrassed, shut his
mouth. "I'm sure this is hard enough for Nik to realize that he's a pussy.
Up to now, he always thought he was a boy.  But we're about to teach him a
thing or two, about a thing or two.  Now stand the fuck up and walk over
here bitch."

Nik drew himself up off of the ground.  His piss soaked shorts threatened
to fall down from the cumulative weight of four boys' urine (minus, of
course, that bit which Nik managed to drink). His bruised body was wracked
with pain as he made himself stand erect.  Movement alone was tough for
him; breathing, not much easier. But he slowly made his way across the few
feet of grass to where Troy now stood.

"Get on your knees bitch." The continual eye contact was key to Troy's
commanding demeanor.

Nik, in bitch-boy like fashion, dropped wordlessly to his knees.

"Now, ask me for what it is that you want." Troy smiled.

"Please Troy, may I have your cock in my pussy?" New tears emerged on Nik's
shadowy face. "May I suck your cock, sir?

"Oh, I don't know, I have all of these clothes on."  Troy looked around at
the various items of clothing he wore, and then back at Nik.  "I'm just too
tired to take them off.  But, I guess if you want to do it, I can let you
have the cock you want so badly,"

Nik began to stand, reaching for Troy's zipper. Unfortunately, Troy had
something else in mind, and backhanded Nik as hard as he could.  The power
of it shocked even Troy's friends. Nik flew to the ground. He tried to
understand what had just happened, looking quickly up at Troy with a look
that was half anger and half confusion.

"Who the FUCK told you to put your dick beating fucking hands on me?"
Troy's expression spoke volumes.  "Let's get something straight fag
boy...Your pussy, and ONLY your pussy touches my body.  And the ONLY thing
your pussy touches on my body is what?"  He let the question hang out there
for Nik to answer.

"Your cock is the only thing my pussy can touch on your body." Nik's
obedience seemed more secure now than when he actually had teen prick and
teen cum in his mouth.

"There ya go boys." Troy looked around again at his friends.  "That's how
it's done."  He looked back down at Nik. "Now, do we think we have this
right now, and do you want to try it again?"

Nik didn't speak.  He really didn't know what to say.  But he did finally
understand what Troy wanted.  He expected to get his entire blow job
without undressing.  Instead, he expected Nik to undress him...and without
using his hands.  To make it even worse, Troy suddenly looked like he
wanted to hurt Nik if he didn't comply.  Once again, accepting his fate, he
reached up and grabbed the top of Troy's jeans, this time using only his
teeth.

Troy smiled as the skinny punk yanked at the button flap of his jeans.  It
took several attempts for Nik to work the button top free before he nuzzled
his face into Troy's crotch in search of the tiny brass zipper handle. He
could feel the effect the nuzzling was having on Troy's cock, causing it to
begin inflating with blood.  It wasn't as small as the other guy's dicks.
From the looks of it, it was much larger.  He had no idea how he was going
to toothlessly suck this much bigger cock, but he had bigger problems on
his mind at the moment as Troy's shirt created an annoying obstacle which
prevented him from reaching the zipper.

"Hurry the fuck up bitch." snapped Troy "I only fuck when I'm naked, so you
better get moving.  It's gonna be light in a little bit and people will be
on this road on their way to the Saturday shift downtown." Troy wasn't
kidding, the road was largely unused except for some folk who got extra
shifts at the factory in town.  "I'm telling you right now Nik, I'm gonna
fuck your pussy mouth whether anyone drives by and sees it or not."

Nik had no doubt that Troy was serious.  He struggled with a new approach,
going for Troy's shirt instead.  Using his teeth, he reached for the back
of Troy's t-shirt.  Pulling upward, Troy assisted slightly by pulling
backward.  This allowed for the shirt to easily slide off over Troy's head.

SUCCESS...stage 1...the shirt.  Now onto stage 2...the boots.

Nik hesitated for a second, noticing the god like chiseled features of
Troy's midsection.  It was something right out of a bodybuilder magazine,
he thought.  Troy noticed Nik noticing his muscles and gave a quick flex
for Nik's noticing enjoyment.

Nik dropped back to his knees and quickly undid the laces of Troy's
boots. Using only his teeth, he managed to pull the laces off of the first
boot.  He then moved to the second boot, and did the same.  Troy helped him
out by kicking the boots off himself.

SUCCESS...stage 2...the boots.  Now onto the final stage...that damned
zipper.

Nik returned to his search for the zipper handle on Troy's jeans.  By now,
the quarterback's cock was almost fully erect and struggling to be released
from the denim cage wrapped snugly around Troy's package. The massive girth
of the hidden dick strained the denim, threatening to break free.  Nik's
nuzzled and chewed at whatever seemed might be the right item, pulling on
it as he struggled for the zipper.  Finally, he found it.  He yanked down
the zipper and the flaps of Troy's jeans sprung open. Nik kept right on
moving.  He pulled down on the left flap, folding down the right side of
Troy's jeans.  Then he moved to the right flap, perfoming the same mouth
folding movement on the left side of Troy's jeans.  He then moved to the
back and used his teeth to grab the section of denim at the center belt
loop, pulling down on the fabric.  The jeans were incredibly tight as Nik
struggled to pull the taut denim over what he found to be a remarkably
solid pair of ass cheeks.

Nik wondered momentarily how an ass could get that hard when it was mostly
soft fat back there, but he didn't have time to labor over the thought.  He
had no idea how much time had passed, and he certainly didn't want to be
sucking someone's cock in the light of day.  He was almost ready to perform
his final task, his final humiliation, before his abusers would leave him
alone and let him go on his way.

After what seemed like twenty minutes, Troy's rock hard ass cheeks finally
allowed the denim to pass.  From there, it was a matter of Nik holding a
pant leg with his teeth, while Troy pulled his leg free from the leg
opening.  One...two...and that was it. Nik sat once again on his knees,
catching his breath.  Removing Troy's pants was much more effort than he
expected. But he was almost there.  All that was left now, was to release
the last item still secluded inside its cloth prison. And that thing, was
the "cock" that Nik had asked Troy for permission to pleasure with his
"pussy."

An old fear once again reared its head as Nik looked at the massive tool
still stuffed behind the soft cotton fabric of Troy's tighty whiteys. He
was impressed.  Nik knew his own dick was pretty big, but this guy's looked
a lot fatter than his.  He didn't know why that even mattered, other than
these were the first older boys' penises he'd ever seen.  He almost wanted
to touch it, though he didn't know why.  Instead, he re-focused on the job
at hand.  And he prayed that the fat monster in that pair of underwear was
already fully erect. He knew he would have enough trouble as it was getting
that fat thing in his mouth.  There was no way he could if it got any
fatter.

Fearing some type of retribution for another hesitation, Nik went for
broke.  He reached up and used his teeth to grab the waistband of the
underwear, and pulled directly downward over Troy's dick.  The stiff
fatness of Troy's huge cock dropped onto Nik's face like a falling obelisk.
Nik was surprised at how heavy it felt, but kept focused on removing the
cotton briefs clenched in his teeth.  Troy helped him along a bit,
maneuvering his legs to help Nik remove the briefs.

And there it was. It was, hands down, the biggest thing he'd ever seen on
the body of another boy.  Not the longest, in fact his own dick was
significantly longer than Troy's.  But the thickness...and that fat knob at
the end...it reminded Nik of a banana with a big fat bulbous end on it.  He
knew there was no way he'd get this gargantuan thing in his mouth.
However, he had no choice but to try. Thinking twice, he decided he'd
better get permission one more time.

"You're naked now.  May I please pleasure your cock with my pussy, sir?"
Nik's obedience either came from fear, or from exhaustion.  He didn't know
which anymore.  But it sure seemed to please Troy.

"Damn boy, that's what I like to hear."  Troy's cock pulsed with his
heartbeat.  Dominating this little skinny prick was turning him on...A LOT.
"Absolutely pussy mouth, do your thing."

Nik tried to take the big thing right into his mouth.  But his teeth got in
the way, and Troy rewarded him with a punch in the side of the head.

"Watch the fucking teeth bitch."  Troy barked the order at Nik.

Nik tried again, this time going more slowly.  One, two inches slipped in,
but the head was just too big.  Once again, his teeth scraped Troy's cock.
And, once again, Troy rewarded Nik with another punch in the side of the
head.  Nik's head reeled with pain.  He didn't know what to do next.

"Sir..." He figured a show of respect might make things easier. "It's just
too big.  My mouth can't open that far."

BAM...a third punch in the head was readily delivered.

"What can't open bitch?" Troy was getting frustrated.  He was really turned
on now and he wanted to bust his nut. If this little prick wasn't going to
do it, Troy was going to make him pay for not doing it.

"My pussy sir, sorry...I meant I can'get my pussy open that far." Nik tried
to be as groveling and obedient as he possibly could.

"Lay down." Troy ordered Nik.  "Get on your back.  Let's try Tim's
technique."

Nik laid down on his back.  Troy's giant frame positioned itself behind
Nik's head, the same way that Tim had done.  Tim moved forward and shoved
Troy's rolled up jeans under Nik's neck, opening his throat; preparing it
for the assault it was about to receive.

Troy leaned forward.  He pushed the head of his cock into Nik's mouth.  No
teeth.  This just might be the ticket, he thought.  One inches...two
inches...three inches...his cock had reached the halfway point.

Nik tried to relax.  He had already fought off his gag reflex to get the
head inside of him.  He pooled all of his resources, all of his
concentration, trying to relax his throat and take in more of the thick
cock. His lips were painfully stretched as Troy pushed against the
resistance of the tiny throat housed inside of Nik's narrow neck.  Four
inches had entered his throat.  Four massively thick inches pulled at the
interior of his esophagus in all directions.  It felt as if the thick
member would rip his throat apart.

"Oh God, your pussy feels fucking good bitch." Troy was in heaven.  Four
inches of his fat dick was now lodged in this cocky little pussy boy's
throat.  And he was planning on getting the rest in as well. "I'm almost in
Nikky, keep it up, you'll have my whole fucking cock in there soon bitch."
But it would be harder than he thought to get that last inch inside.  He
pushed hard against the resistance. He could feel Nik's throat moving,
adjusting, trying to make room for more of this impaling monstrosity.  Troy
knew that this was better than ANY blow job he'd had in the past.  But then
again, he could never beat any of the girls into submission either.  They
all just wanted to touch the fat monster, or to jerk on it.  Hell, had he
known a throat could take it this well, he might have thought about that.
But, for now, all he wanted was to feel his balls lying on Nik's eyes, the
way he had seen Tim's rest on his eyes too.

Nik could not breath very well, and eventually began to panic.  He reached
up to try and reposition Troy, but Troy gave him a punch in the stomach.
While it granted Nik a chance to breathe, it also granted him a second
punch in the gut from a dissatisfied Troy as the first punch forced his
cock out of Nik's mouth.

This clearly wasn't working, and Troy was at the end of his rope.  He
positioned himself over Nik's arms, pinning them under his own massive
frame.  "Get over here, all three of you, now!"  His friends came closer.
"You, Kyle, sit on his legs.  Make sure he doesn't move."

Nik didn't know what was coming, but if it involved all four of them, it
couldn't be good.  Once again, he panicked and tried to struggle.

"See what I mean?" Troy spoke to Kyle. "He's gonna squirm a lot more than
that in a minute and if I get kicked in the head, you get kicked in the
head."

Kyle got the idea, and moved into position to secure Nik's legs.  Clutching
the skinny boy's legs with both his own arms and legs, Kyle successfully
put the boy into submission.  Meanwhile, Troy motioned Tim and Tommy into
positions holding Nik's arms.

"Oh God, please Troy don't."  Nik was crying profusely now, genuinely
terrified at what was happening.  "Please Troy, I'll do anything, please
don't hurt me, please please please please please..." he chanted his
begging pleas over and over.

But they fell on deaf ears.  Troy's buzz was wearing off, it was starting
to get a bit chilly with him being naked...and he was the only one who
didn't cum yet.  To Troy...this HAD to happen.  It was going to happen, and
nothing was going to stop it.

"Just relax pussy boy." Troy's voice was suddenly calm.  Almost
reassuring. "I'm going to make this feel really good."  He smiled down at
Nik, his demeanor relaxing him just a bit.  "Just remember, one fucking
tooth...and you'll be lying out there in the woods, dead...and not a
fucking soul in the world will know what happened to you.  Got it?"

Troy gave one last look at Kyle, who gripped Nik's legs with all of the
strength he had.  Then he looked at Tim and Tommy, each in turn
hyperextending Nik's arms, incapacitating him fully in the process.

He looked at Nik one last time.  "It's OK pussy mouth, let's open wide..."
His order was again obeyed by the boy restrained below him.  This is going
to feel very, very good..."  He squatted back on his haunches, once again
placing his bulbous head directly inside of Nik's raised mouth. And then he
closed his eyes and began to lean forward.  "...well, it will feel
good...at least for me anyway."

With that, Troy jammed his cock right into Nik's throat.  In one fell
swoop, the fat dick was lodged balls deep into Nik's throat.  The sensation
was fucking incredible.  Never before had he had his entire cock been
buried inside of a throat.  It was far better than 'any' pussy he'd ever
fucked before. He paused for a second to see if the tightness would
self-adjust. While he waited, he felt the cool sensation of his hot balls
touching the sweat that beaded on Nik's forehead. He raised his hips just a
bit, allowing the pendulum action of his ballsac to rock forward,
depositing his fat balls to rest on Nik's eyes.

Nik just plain freaked out.  His arms and legs tried desperately to flail
off their captors.  But it was no use.  Nik was a bony thin, skinny goth
punk rocker.  He was no match for these massive jocks that lived in the
weight rooms and spent their waking moments doing other jock stuff.

"Calm the fuck down bitch." Troy's voice was a mix of frustration and
sexual excitement.  "If you freak out, you'll only choke to death."

Troy did not remove his cock form Niks' mouth as he spoke.  He knew he'd
never get that fat fucking thing back in if he did.  So, he waited a few
seconds for Nik to regain his composure.  And, true to Troy's advice, after
a few seconds, that's just what happened. Once again, he dominated the
skinny little prick into submission.  Another ounce of blood pumped into
his already huge erection, just from the excitement of it all.

Nik had only partially submitted.  More to the point, his wil just shut
down, it would allow him to fight no more.  His arms and legs went
completely limp.  He didn't care anymore, couldn't care, as his mind turned
itself off, as if to say "Hey, I guess you really are a bit, you're on your
own."  So, for Nik, it came down to one simple fact: If Troy was going to
choke him to death on his fat fucking tool, then so be it.  He just didn't
have any more energy or will to fight these huge bastards that raped his
puny little body.

Troy could sense Nik's final resistance fade, feeling the boy's neck relax
slightly as his body failed to offer further resistance..  Still, he looked
at the other guys, making clear that they were not to leave the kid's arms
and legs go until the inside of his belly was swimming in Troy's cum,
coated like it were pepto bismol. Then he looked down at Nik's face; his
cock stuffed deep inside the tiny little mouth,stretching almost
unnaturally the thin neck muscles of the smaller captive beneath
him. Troy's lust surged at the pure eroticism of forcing this little punk
to his will.  It was pushig him as close to the edge as possible,
threatening to make him cum before he even got started.

So, he began to fuck.  He wasted no time on going slow, or making it all
nice.  He was fucking horny and he wanted to blow his load in this punk's
mouth.  In and out, in and out...the massive member slid into Nik's throat
wihtout further resistance.  Two, three maybe even four thrusts per second
slammed as deep as he could force them into Nik's throat.  He felt the soft
smoothness of Nik's tongue on the delicate underside of his fat dick.  Even
that didn't resist, allowing itself to slide around under the attacking
flesh pole that drug itself across, back and forth, massaging itself on the
fleshy appendage that would otherwise help Nik to chew.  But now, it did
little more than tickle the sensitive circumsicion spot on his dick.  The
familiar sensation started his whole cock tingling, bringing forth the
first sensations of sexual satisfaction on the horizon.  Troy pumped even
faster, chasing the erotic sensations that danced around, beckoning his
cock to the promised land, promising him that he could finally shoot out
his milk and honey for the little faggot's obedient nutrition.  His massive
muscular hips jammed the dick over and over into Nik's mouth as it
obediently remained opened, teeth shielded, as wide as possible.  Over and
over he rolled his hips, fucking the mouth under him. Troy had gotten Nik
to refer to his own mouth as a pussy, and now he was pumping his lust
ridden cock deep in that pussy.  He raked the extra wide dick across the
tonsils in the back of Nik's throat, rocking slightly side-to-side, trying
to stretch just a tiny bit more comfort zone inside the narrow cave that
his speelunking penis explored.

Nik barely moved.  If not for the raising and lowering of his chest, the
guys might have gotten worried.  But Nik was somewhere else; though not
entirely, as he consciously (if not hazily) submitted to the forced rape of
his throat.  He choked on the cock in his mouth so badly that he felt like
he might die.  But he no longer had the strength to fight.  Not the
emotional strength, and certainly not the physical strength.  Right now, at
this moment, he was a bitch; he was their bitch.  He was their
pussy-mouthed bitch, and he was getting what pussies got...cock.  This cock
was bigger than most others, but it didn't matter.  It could have been even
bigger than this one, but he'd still have that bigger cock in his mouth now
just the same. He knew now more than ever before; he was weak and they were
strong.  They wanted a bitch and they chose him. It didn't matter why, he
would serve their needs if they told him to, lest they beat him and his
friends and libelously label them.  But, instead of finding a way to resist
them, he gave into them, gave them what they wanted.  And, at this very
moment, they wanted to cum in his mouth, and he knew he was now obligated
to let them do that. The other boy's had gotten what they came for from
Nik, and now he was giving Troy what he wanted too; to cum in the pussy boy
bitch's throat.

Troy only thought a miniscule portion of what was going on in Nik's mind;
the cumming portion. He need not think of the domination anymore.  He knew
that much was fueling the erection in the first place, recharging any loss
of blood with the mere recollection of how easily he beat this fucking punk
into submisison.  Troy continued fucking his fat dick into Nik's pussy
mouth.  He began rocking his hips in more of a fucking fashion, rolling his
ass upward on the out-stroke, and dropping his ass to better thrust forward
on the in-stroke.  In this way, he jammed the full length of his fuck tool
all the way down into Nik's throat with each brutal thrust.  Over and over,
for what seemed like hours, Troy pounded his dick mercilessly into the
mouth of the helpless boy being held down underneath him.  In and out slid
the fat dick, sliding along the velvety, spit slobbered walls of Nik's
mouth and throat.

Troy was coming close to the goal.  He began jabbing his dick in as far as
it could go, but only withdrawing it half way.  The big boy's muscular
assumed a rapid piston-like action, fucking in short stabbing strokes.

Troy's eyes closed as he imagined it was Gloria Reed's pussy that he was
fucking, but that was never this tight.  He fucked even faster, trying to
imagine Tina Leery's pussy, but his memory again pulled him back to the
situation he was in.  No, nothing was as tight as the mouth-pussy he was
fucking right at the moment.  Nothing had ever offered this much pleasure
with so little resistance.  Troy knew he was going to have to usethis boy
mouth again sometime, and he knew that Nik would do it...whenever he was
told to.  The little kid would call his mouth a pussy, and he would ask
Troy to offer him his superior cock.  Troy thought momentarily that the boy
might even thank him for the privilege, bringing on an unexpected wave of
pleasure that pushed him one great leap closer to orgasm.  And there it
was; that was it.  The thought of dominating the scrawney goth punk was all
it took to bring him to the brink of ecstacy. Troy slowed his rhythm. He
was soooo close, sooo close to the point of no return.  He slowly slid his
tool almost all the way out of nik's mouth, looking down at the shape of
Nik's neck as he slid his cock backward, preparing to finally do what he
had come to do to the arrogant little bastard.  The view reminded Troy of a
snake regurgitating a small animal as his neck offered no resistance to his
superiority. The movement, the view, the sensation... Troy braced himself
to 'take' his orgasm from the boy's throat and give Nik's mouth its proper
reward.

"Oh fuck pussy mouth, I think I'm gonna cum."  Troy slammed his cock as
deep as possible in Nik's throat, holding it there, confirming that further
movement in the slippery tunnel of Nik's tight throat would bring on the
orgasm he so desperately needed to satisy his vengeful teen lust.  Then he
slowly withdrew about half way...and slammed it back in with all of the
force his hips could muster.  He repeated the action over and over, each
time drawing even more quickly a bit closer to his orgasm.  "Oh, yes, this
is fucking tight bitch."  Again and again, he repeated his short jabbing
thrusts until finally he felt the time at hand.  "Here it comes pussy
boy..."

"Uhhhhh...."  Troy's cock was lodged deep in Nik's throat when the first
shot of cum spewed into him. "Oh my fucking christ." Troy's cock shot yet
another load of thick boy cream, again, deep into Nik's throat.  "C'mon
boy, I know you're all about this cum." He kept jamming his cock in and
out, spewing cum and humiliation in the same set of motions. "Drink it
bitch, drink my fucking cum you fucking faggot ass bitch." Two, three, four
more shots of cum were injected into Nik's stomach via Troy's oversized
fleshy syringe. Pant...pant...pant.... Troy was huffing and puffing, unable
to catch his own breath from the intensity of his orgasm.
"Jesus...fucking...christ....bitch..." Troy paused a moment between each
word, sometimes to catch his breath, sometimes to allow another residual
ejaculation of cum to be shot into Nik's throat.

And then finally, mercifully, he was finished.

Troy lay almost entirely atop Nik's face for nearly a minute allowing
gravity to pull the last slimy trails of jizz from his thick cock.  Once he
felt that he had given the kid all that he had in him, Troy roughly yanked
his still hard dick violently out of Nik's mouth with a popping sound.  Nik
didn't move. Other than a brief choking cough as Troy's monster fat dick
was pulled from his throat, only the steady rising and falling of his chest
told his abusers that he wasn't dead, but rather he was only
unconscious. Exhausted, Troy squatted back on his haunches, his body
quickly beginning to chill from the early morning air. He stood and began
putting his clothes back on.  His cock deflated quickly in the cold air,
but not his ego.  He continued to dress and shield himself from the chill
breezes that flitted about.

"Damn boys." Troy smiled broadly as he gathered his clothing to dress. "now
THAT was a helluva lot better than I thought it was gonna be." He was
looking at his friends, each in turn, as he spoke, but he wasn't actually
speaking to anyone of them in particular. "Man..." the other words were
lost as Troy began to fully appreciate just how satisfied he was; both
emotionally at his having gotten revenge, and sexually as he pulled his
empty balls back into his tighty whiteys which were dampened still from
Nik's salivous ministrations of obedience.

After he was dressed, Troy looked down once more at Nik's unconscious body
before they left him lying there on the grass; beaten, with his shorts and
hair covered with the scent of still drying piss.  He felt absolutely no
remorse, not one bit at what he and the guys had done.  Even with Nik's
bruises, his bloody face now smeared with tears and sweat and semen, Troy
felt the pathetic little fucker got just want he deserved. No, what Troy
felt was more like disdain; disdain at how weak the fucking little punk had
been, and how easily it had been to reduce him to subservience.  He had no
tolerance for weak pricks with strong vocabularies or flagrant arrogance.
To Troy, arrogance came with a cost...and Troy knew he had the muscle to
pay it; and he knew that Nik did not.  He stood there and, for just a
moment, he wondered what Nik was thinking as he lay there, abused and torn,
battered and bruised; body, will and spirit broken by the stronger boys?
But he didn't care...again, Troy knew they got what they came for, and Nik
got what he deserved.

"Dude, let's get the fuck home.  I'm beat."  It was Kyle, though the others
quickly chimed in.

"Gimmme just a second." he said, moving once again toward Nik.  Once there,
he stood once again over the unconscious body.  His back was to the other
boys as he pivoted about looking intently at Nik's crotch.  Did his eyes
deceive him?  He could have sworn he saw an erection in Nik's jeans. It
confirmed at least a few suspicions, and also told him that Nik was not
unconscious. He surmised that Nik was playing o'possum, hoping they'd leave
him alone.  It wasn't necessary, Troy knew, because they all just wanted to
go home.  But Troy, noticing Nik's erection, after all that had just
happened to him, could not help but plant one more thought in Nik's head
before he left.

"I know you're awake little man." He whispered to Nik's unmoving form,
fully aware that his voice was being received.  "That's a good pussy you
got stuck to your face, don't ya think?"

Nik didn't answer.  He lay there praying that the prick would just go away.

"Well, I got some news little man..." Troy's words were slow and
deliberate.  "I'm gonna want to do that again bitch.  So, I'd recommend you
get your attitude right...cuz, let me tell you cuz, the minute you refuse
me, I'm either gonna turn you out, or pimp you out. Get it?, Got it? Good!"

Then he stood and walked toward the pickup truck, squishing into the front
seat with the other three guys.

"What the fuck was that all about Troy?" it was Tim that asked the
question.

"Oh, just verifying something, that's all." Troy's answer was cryptic at
best.

"And what was that?" This time it was Tommy.

"Our little mouth-pussy actually enjoyed that." revealed Troy.

"Yeah, right, nobody in their right mind would have enjoyed that."  Tommy
couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah, we'll see." Troy looked at the other guys, and then started the
truck. He didn't tell the other guys about Nik's post-abuse erection.
Though he knew not why, he kept this information to himself.  The wheels
spun dust and rocks everywhere as Troy and the guys made their getaway.

Nik didn't move as he heard the truck drive away.  He wanted to lay there
and sleep, but it was way too cold.  Slowly he picked himself up from the
ground.  He had no idea how long the guys had used him for, no idea what
time it was.  He looked for his bicycle, only to find the back tire totally
bent up.  He picked up his bike and began the few mile walk toward home.

He did not know then, not nearly, what he knew now.  He would change the
past if he could.  But he knew he could not.  What had happened had
happened, and he couldn't change any of it.

Nik covered the two miles very quickly, the cold helping him along.  It was
till dark as he slipped into the house and quietly up to his bedroom.  The
clock by his bed read "4:33 AM".  Quickly, he filled a sink with cold water
and soaked his piss laden shorts.  He jumped in the shower for a quick
rinse of the urine coating his hair and skin, which turned into a thirty
minute escape from reality.  It helped much more than he expected.  After
the shower, he could barely recall what had happened at all.  Perhaps he
had dreamed some of it.  But he knew better than that; the wincing from the
painful bruises would be more than enough proof of its total reality.
Still, he felt better somehow, partially because he was happy that their
revenge on him was now completed.  He could go back to business as usual at
school.  Things would be back to normal.

He could not have been much farther from the truth.


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Nik lay there in his bed, still awake.  His mind reeled with the
recollections he had not thought of in months.  He hated those memories and
had repressed them for good reason.  They had taken his identity, his self
esteem.  They had turned him into something he hated more than anything.
His breathing was more like a wheeze as the sweat dripped from his forhead
as quickly as the drops could form.  He was again disoriented, lost in the
reminiscence of that horrible and terrifying night.  He had never been so
terrified in his life.  He had never been so afraid of someone actually
killing him as he was that incredible evening.

But then he looked down at his half naked body.  He didn't remember ever
having pulled down his shorts or his underwear, but there he found them,
kicked roughly down around his ankles.  His still throbbing penis was still
clutched in his fist.  A small red spot had been rubbed raw under the spot
where his thumb touched the shaft.  A tiny but insignificant appearance of
blood appeared from the tiny capillaries just under the sensitive skin.
Nik evaluated his cock and then looked at his stomach.  He had cum, and
from the looks of it there were two signifant trails, meaning that he had
jerked off twice, unconsciously.  But how could that be?  How could he
'not' remember jerking off...and twice?

Nik began to cry as he realized the answer.  That which he repressed for so
long, had been drug from the dark recesses of his mind, ripped forth by the
mere exposure of his secret by Troy eariler that afternoon in his jeep.
Sobbing uncontrollably, he grabbed a few socks off of the floor.  He
toweled up the two lengthy sperm trails, using two carefully isolated spots
to dry some of the tears he was crying.  But it was no use, he rolled onto
his stomach and sobbed some more into his pillow.  If nothing else, his
tears would provide that same satisfying result it gives to infants.  Nik
quietly sobbed himself to sleep, wondering just what the hell was happening
in his life.

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Well, I hope you liked Part II of the story.  You can drop me a line if you
want to at:

GayTales@gmail.com.

Flamers...get lost.  I don't mind criticism but...IT's FICTION.  Don't be
mean!  But, by the same token, I can take some criticism.  :) So hey,
please offer some thoughts.  I've built in a lot of plot tangents to
exploit so tell me what you like, or what you 'would' like.

Oh, by the way, I wrote Part II here in a day.  I hope it aint all botched
up, but please consider that when evaluating.  I'll take more time with the
next chapter.

Let me know if I should continue this, or try something new?

Thanks for reading!