Beaten Up Stud
Copyright 2008 By John Bowling. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or repost this story without explicit permission of the author.
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I stepped up to the hospital bed and looked at him as he was waking up. He had several bandages on. He groaned as he moved. He was trying to get up. I put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.
"You're going to be sore for a while."
"But I gotta piss."
A nurse walked in just then and handed me a bottle. "Help him with this for now. We'll get him up later."
I looked over at the star quarterback on the high school varsity team, and asked: "Think you can do this or do you want help?"
"What do you think? Not from a fag like you!" he said and began to slowly move his arms. "You could at least turn around." I did, and listened to him groan some more as his bruised muscles flexed lightly.
"Shit!" I heard him say. I turned back and looked at him. "Well don't just stand there gawking, give me a hand! I can't keep it in."
"Are you sure?"
"Damn, I've gotta piss! Help me with it, even if you are the school fag."
"OK," I said. "Just don't bitch about it later." I was looking him in the eyes and he winced a little, but there was something else there in the look. I pulled back the sheet and helped him aim himself into the bottle. Before he was done he was hard and stuck in the bottle.
"They made the bottle too small." He said. "Otherwise I could have done it myself." He winced again.
"Yea, and if you weren't a horny teenage muscle stud with a huge dick."
"It's always hard in the morning."
"Most guys could be hard and not get stuck in a bottle."
"Damn, you were playing with it!"
"You asked me to help, and let me feel it!"
"Just pull it off so I can get dressed." I grabbed the bottle and pulled. "Shit, oh God! I'm gonna ... shoot ... oh." After the bottle popped off a stream of cum flew out of his now huge and rock hard dick and slapped me beside the head.
"You don't have to hit me with it. I was trying to help." I wiped it off and tasted it. "I'm going for more of that as soon as you let me!"
"Bet you wish that bottle had been your mouth!"
"Well, yea. You could have at least hit my mouth and not my chin."
"Enough fag talk. I gotta get dressed so I can go home."
"Let me dispose of this bottle and I'll go wait outside." I dumped the bottle in the toilet and stepped back into his room. He was struggling to get his shirt on, and was nude below the waist. He groaned.
"Damn, I can't do it. You're gonna have to help me again."
"Your problem is your muscles are way too big and your clothes are way too small."
"I though you liked it that way."
"I do, but I prefer you with no clothes." I helped him get his tight shirt over his massive delts, feeling those hard bulges as I did so.
"Pervert! You could at least clean me up some."
"Yea, but who just shot his load? And wants me to finish him off in my mouth while I lick it clean?"
"Screw you."
"After we get you home and you've recovered, I'll take you up on that."
"I wish you would quit doing nice things for me. It makes me feel obligated to you."
"Yea! But if I wasn't nice, who would be nice to an arrogant bully like you?"
"What else do you expect from a guy with an awesome physique like mine?"
"Look where that arrogance got you? I'm glad I saw what those guys were doing last night, three against one is bad odds, even for a muscle hunk like you. They were getting rough."
"I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. I can take two guys their size anytime." He said. "Thanks for the help. You've got to be a lot stronger than you look to take out one of them." I looked him direct in the eyes and saw a lot of mixed emotions there.
"I'm glad I could help. But if you want to kiss me, I'll accept that as payment in full."
"Does that mean you won't want me to fuck you?" I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him. "Hey, I didn't say you could do that!"
"No, but dearie, your eyes did, and you will want me to fuck you a lot, that's a given."
"Fuck, I ain't a fag!"
"At least no more than I am! Nice dick there. I thought you came, but you're still hard." I looked up at him as I was helping him put his pants on.
"Dammit, do you have to twist everything I say?"
"I'm just repeating it the way you meant to say it."
"Bull! Fuck, It's throbbing again."
"Want me to kiss it?"
"No!" I did it anyway, and let it slide into my mouth. It grew to it's full 8 inches as I sucked him. "Please!" I grabbed his hard bubble but and pulled him in deep. "Damn." I continued to suck him and a few seconds later he shot again. After I had swallowed his heavy load and cleaned him I pulled his pants the rest of the way up.
"You've been saving up for months?" I asked him.
"I didn't have anyone to help me out." He said, and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"What about that string of girlfriends? You had dates at least once a week."
"If you gonna offer yourself, don't. I don't need handouts."
"Not a handout. I'm doing it for me, so I can get off on your awesome body. Which, by the way, I've noticed you showing off for me for the last couple of months, flexing your beautiful muscles every time I walk into a room you're in and watching to see if I noticed. Man, did I ever notice your gorgeous physique!" I grabbed his bicep and he automatically flexed it.
"Shit, you make it sound like I'm the fag."
"Yea, man, let's start dating a couple of times a week. You get to show off your incredible body and cum a lot, and I get to feel your muscles and cum a lot. Oh! Do you want to get fucked on the first date?"
"I though this was our first date."
"Then you had this whole thing planned to seduce me? Do you want to when I get you home?"
"I'm still really bruised and sore."
"Not there, at least not yet!"
"I'm not ready for that yet. How about I flex and squeeze your dick between my muscles until you cum?"
"Hum. Hum.. Like between your pecs, your glutes, your biceps and pecs or forearm, or ...."
"Sounds like you've been dreaming of this for a while."
"You've been flexing in my dreams for a couple of years, every time I jack off."
"And you didn't let me know you wanted me that bad?"
"And risk getting the shit kicked out of me?"
"But I wouldn't ...."
"So who's been the most homophobic in school?"
"That's just to make them think their muscle bound football hero is straight."
"So it was really homophobia, fear of what others think of you as a fag! Now it's time to make up for all that. Let's get out of here. I'll drive you home and you can make it up to me from the comfort of your own bed!"
"My parents will be home!"
"Nope, they know you're OK and in my capable hands so they're going on the weekend they planned."
"What did you tell then?"
"Oh, just that I'm an extremely horny fag and I plan on fucking the hell out of their virgin boy's ass all weekend while you're still too weak to defend yourself."
"Shit!"
"Not really, they know that I rescued your from the thugs and I just promised to be there if you needed any help. And that I would make sure you didn't get into any more trouble. While I'm giving you all the help you want."
"So I'm stuck with a goody two shoes all weekend."
"Yup, only I am still going to fuck you lots while you're too weak to defend yourself. Being this close to your awesome muscles will keep me hard and pre-coming all weekend."
"Gee, thanks." He said sarcastically. "Why don't we just handle things that come up and enjoy it? I'm not ready for that yet!"
"Cause if I don't fuck you hard now, I won't be able to after you've recovered. I'm not strong enough for that. I'm not even sure I can push it into your hard ass while you're weak. After all, you are going to be flexing as hard as you can the whole time."
"You've got it and me, all figured out, haven't you?"
"I'm just lucky those guys jumped you. I don't know how I would have approached you other wise."
"You could have just asked me."
"Sure, let the puny little school fag ask the strongest stud in school, a fag hater, if he can fuck you. I'd end up in the hospital with the shit kicked out of me, by you and several of your muscle stud friends."
"There ain't gonna be no more fighting! K, I'm dressed. You ready to get out of here?"
"Yea, when we get back to your house, you gotta carry your new wife over the threshold? Then we can officially consummate our marriage this weekend."
"The way I feel, you'll have to carry me."
"You're the muscle stud husband!"
"Not till I recover!"
Some of the nurses were beaming as we walked out hand in hand. An intern pulled us to the side and handed us a pack of condoms and a tube of KY. "Just to make sure you guys can practice safe sex! It must really be nice to be you today."
I drove us to his house, stopping to get soft drinks and snacks at a convenience store. Coming back out of the store, I looked over at him and had to laugh.
"I go into the store for two minutes and you manage to get into trouble again!"
"Wha...? I'm too sore to move!"
"What's that billy club doing hanging out your crotch?"
"Searching for a guy who likes my huge muscles and monster dick!"
"Look, buddy, if you don't stop being such a slutty ho, I'm gonna drop you off by yourself and spend the weekend with a really hot stud who's fully healthy."
"Ok, I'll behave, until I get you in bed with me, and then watch out for this slutty ho."
"What did they give you to kill the pain? Or was the pain a pretense to get me to help you?"
"We can both connive like experts when it gets us what we want, you especially. And I am still sore, so I need several full body massages this weekend."
"Flexed and coming?"
"Make me! Till you're arms are so tired of massaging my hard muscles you can't move them, and then my sore muscles will still whip ass. Yea, and fuck ass too!"
"Tonight's the night your hot muscled body is getting it's first deep ass injection from me, while you flex those bruised and battered muscles trying to get loose. Tonight's the night I own you, my studly muscle bitch!"
"That'll end as soon as I've recovered. By tomorrow morning. And then it's my turn, twinky!"
I just grinned at him.
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