DISCLAIMER: A FICTIONAL STORY INVOLVING INDIANA PACER AUSTIN CROSHERE AND CLEVELAND INDIAN JOHN ROCKER. THIS IS JUST A FANTASY SO CHILL. THE TRUE SEXUALITY OF CROSHERE & ROCKER IS NOT KNOW BY THIS AUTHOR. NOR DO I HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF ANY OTHER SPORTS STARS MENTIONED IN THIS FANTASY. IT IS JUST A FANTASY. ENJOY.
AUSTIN CROSHERE TAKES JOHN ROCKER AS HIS BOY WIFE Part 4
JOHN ROCKER woke up alone. In a Vermont hotel. On a Saturday morning. All night he'd dreamed about AUSTIN CROSHERE. The way he smelled, how tall he was, the way he tasted, the way he kissed. the sexy sly look he got on his face, the blanket of chest hair he sported and, yes, even that monster dick of his. If he were able to, he'd jerk off right now.
He really wanted to. Had wanted to all week. But every time he'd start to get hard the pressure from the cock cage would keep him soft. Last night had been hot. He and Austin had flown in together. He felt like everyone on the plane could sense the way he looked at Austin. The way his eyes gazed lovingly on his husband to be. He was more than a little embarrassed but Austin said he'd get used to it.
Austin knew then that BOB PARIS had been right. Get the natural order of the relationship out in public right away so it wasn't an issue later on.
On the cab ride to the hotel, John had whispered he'd suck him off if Austin would blow him. "Maybe tomorrow," Austin laughed.
John squirmed in his seat and felt unhappy that for the first time in his life he had no control over his own dick. He told Austin that and Austin only laughed again. He kissed John and told him to get used to it because he was about to be a boy wife. From tomorrow forward.
John snapped and called Austin selfish. Putting an arm around him, Austin told him to get himself under control and advised that this was the sort of outburst that would land him over Austin's lap once they were married. John wanted to ignore Austin but he kept pressing his grinning face against John's until the Rocker finally said, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I get it."
"Johnny, what do you get?"
"You're the boss."
Austin leaned over and kissed him. Kissed him the way he'd started kissing him recently. It was like Austin was taking him with his mouth, dominating him with his tongue. Austin felt John relax in his arms and give himself over. That only got him hotter.
When they got to the hotel and checked in, Austin grabbed him and pulled him into his room. Taking possession of John's mouth again, Austin's tongue explored it while John grabbed onto him to keep from falling to the floor. John was trembling that bad.
Breaking the kiss, Austin said, "Suck me beautiful."
"No fucking way!"
"Come on, be a sweet heart. I need to blow my load."
"What about my load, Croshere? Huh? Fuck you!"
John pushed past Austin, attempting to walk out of the room. Austin grabbed him and before John even had a chance to react, he found himself pantsed. Just as quick he was being pulled over Austin's lap.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a taste of what you can expect when you forget your place."
With that Austin's mighty palm landed with a loud slap against John Rocker's shapely mounds. A butt whose outline many knew well thanks to the tight fitting, hug curving uniform he wore on the field.
"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
"Did that hurt, baby?"
"Yes!"
"Good," Austin laughed.
He slapped John's ass again causing John to holler louder.
"Okay, okay, I'll blow you."
Austin grinned and slapped John's ass one more time.
"Tell me thank you for putting you in your place."
John hesitated and felt another burning slap on his butt.
"OOOWWWW! Stop. Please. Thank you for putting me in my place."
Austin smiled and smoothed out the shapely butt below him admiring the redness.
"Your welcome. I'll always put you in your place. Now blow me."
John got off Austin's lap and unzipped his husband to be's pants. Getting on his knees, he took Austin's hard, heavy dick in his mouth.
"Watch the teeth, honey," Austin corrected him.
John began sucking deep and attempting to get as much as possible in his mouth. Austin groaned and began pumping. Seeing John back off when he pumped, Austin grabbed the boy's head and held it in place while he pumped.
"That's a good little wifey. Take my big log in your mouth. Feel it stretch your mouth. It's gonna stretch your hole too."
Austin was shocked to see John nod eagerly in agreement and increase his sucking. Damn, this boy wanted to serve his husband. Needed to. Needed to be spanked and put in his place. Bad. Feeling so lucky, Austin sprayed his jizz down John's throat.
He sat John in his lap then and kissed him. "You know this is how it will be married to me for the rest of your life?"
John nodded and kissed him.
"You're giving up all your freedom because now you belong to me."
"I want to. I want you to take control and be the man you were born to be."
Austin kissed him and then put him face down on the bed. He looked at the red ass and said, "I love you, Johnny."
John lay still. Afraid he was about to be spanked again. He felt his legs being spread. Suddenly, Austin's tongue was at his hole. Probing. Circling. Entering. John moaned loudly and shoved his butt into Austin's face. Austin went to town eating out John's ass.
"OOOOOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" John moaned.
Austin pulled away from the hot ass trench.
"Does that feel good, Johnny?"
"God yes! Do it again."
"If I told you to choose between beating off and getting your ass chewed out, which would you choose?"
"Eat me out, Austin, eat me out!"
Austin chuckled and played with John's butt.
"That's what I thought. You got a pussy back here, not a butt hole, a pussy. A cute little boy pussy."
"Eat it!"
"Say it."
"Eat my boy pussy!"
Austin did just that, with relish. Causing John to squirm and gasp and feel shocks going off inside him. When Austin stopped, John was covered in sweat, gasping for breath and totally spent.
Austin climbed up John and kissed his back, his neck and then his mouth. "I love you, Johnny," he said. John moaned. Austin slapped John's butt and told him to get some rest for tomorrow's big day.
Get some rest? All night long he couldn't stop thinking of what happened. Of how good it felt and how fucking hot it was. Not just the ass eating, but all of it. The way Austin commanded him, the way he spanked him. John's feelings were so intense, they scared him. Suddenly, life mattered. He'd been a smart ass his whole life. Didn't take anything serious. Shot off his mouth when he wanted, everything a joke. But now something seemed real, something seemed right.
The world turned upside down and maybe it wasn't right but it felt right. It felt good. It felt natural.
He got up and showered.
Austin and BOB PARIS were taking a morning jog. Austin was marveling on how John turned out to be better than he could have imagined. Bob reminded him John Rocker was strong willed, "keep him in his place."
"Oh, I will!" Austin laughed. They ran back to the hotel.
John dried himself off and looked at the clothes Austin had picked out for him. All white. Austin said that was because John Rocker was the boy bride but also because the first time he saw John in person, John was all in white.
John needed to cum bad. In the shower, he'd fingered his hole a little with one finger. Then he shoved three in and felt a similar intensity like last night. He almost fell down in the shower. Gripping the walls, he caught his breath and then finished his shower.
Now, he picked up his clothes and began getting dressed.
All showered and dressed, Bob went into Austin's room. Austin was talking to his lawyer, reviewing the document he'd prepared. And still in his sweats.
"Dude," Bob intoned, "you got hop in the shower and get dressed! Now!"
Austin looked at his watch and quickly started to get dressed.
"You're blanking on the shower," Bob reminded him.
"Forget it," Austin side with a shit eating grin, "Johnny likes my smell."
John pulled on the white pants. They were baseball pants. He was used to them. But today, they just showed off his cock cage. No one would mistake it for a jock. He put the thought out of his head and picked up the white "shirt." "Shirt" because there were no buttons. It flowed open.
Austin buttoned his shirt. His had buttons. But he didn't button it all the way up. He left plenty of room to sport his manly chest hairs. He liked the idea of everyone seeing John's relatively smooth chest and then his forest of black curlies.
Family and friends gathered in the hotel's conference room. Austin stood nervously with Bob beside him. Worried, wondering, afraid John might back out. As the wedding march started, Austin relaxed seeing A Rod preceding John down the aisle.
It had been hard to own up to what was happening to A Rod but John knew everyone would know eventually and there's no one else he could pick to be a best man. Besides, if A Rod started feeling superior to him, all John had to do was remind him that if A Rod hadn't run that time he encountered Austin Croshere, for all they know it could be A Rod and Austin getting married now.
Before John knew it the judge was asking them to recite their vows. Austin pledged to love, honor and cherish John. With a lump in his throat, John pledged to love, honor and OBEY Austin.
With an exchange of rings, the judge pronounced them man and boy wife and urged Austin to kiss his boy wife. Austin didn't need any prompting. He nearly chewed John's mouth off. The fact that this was happening in front of a roomful of people was disturbing to John but also exciting.
While guests drifted off to the reception in the larger conference room, Austin's lawyer approached with the contract.
"What's this?" John asked.
"Just formalizes what we've already agreed to," Austin explained. "For starters, your legal last name will now be Croshere. It also states that you are under my dominion. It outlines that if I strike or hit you, it's domestic abuse and I should be charged with that but you bare assed over my knee getting spanked with my hand is the consensual correction we have both agreed to."
John looked a little shocked. Austin pushed a pen towards him and said to sign it. "Johnny, it's just putting down on paper what we've already agreed to."
John signed it, then Austin signed it with Bob, A Rod and the judge as witnesses. After that was taken care of, Austin grabbed John tightly and told him he was truly his boy wife now. John kissed him frantically while A Rod grinned at Bob Paris.
In the reception room, they cut the cake and danced the first dance. As they were dancing, Austin unbuttoned his shirt unbeknownst to anyone but John. Pulling John close, he rubbed his dick against John's smooth chest while they danced.
"This is so embarrassing," John whispered.
"No, it ain't," Austin corrected. "It's fucking wild. You got yourself a wild man for a husband. Be prepared boy wife because I intend to wear you out tonight."
John craned his neck to kiss Austin who kissed him back.
While Austin was buttoning his shirt, John went to grab a glass of wine. As he waited, a man approached him. John sized him up. Probably eighteen-years-old, six foot two inches, one-hundred and eighty-five pounds. He didn't know the guy. Maybe a cousin of Austin's.
"So you're married?"
John nodded to the guy and grabbed a glass of wine.
"You're willing to submerge yourself and be less than a person? Let Austin call all the shots and go along like an obedient child?"
The man's tone was mocking and John was thinking how suddenly he didn't care very much for this stranger.
"Austin's the boss. You're nothing, dude. Just a fucking slave!" the man exclaimed laughing.
Angry, John told him to mind his own business. This was strange to John, no one ever mocked him for what he did. For what he said, yes, but rarely for what he did. He didn't like this stranger laughing at him, ridiculing him.
"I'm not a slave, he's my husband."
The guy burst out in laughter.
"Look shit face, we're equals. Me and Austin have an equal partnership. Now go fuck yourself."
Shaking his head, John stormed off while the stranger made a bee line for Austin. Looking up, Austin's face grew harsh.
"Hello, Andy."
ANDY RODDICK grinned at his former lover. The man who'd turned him onto sweaty man sex. The man he in fact still loved.
"You look sexy, stud."
"Cut it out, Andrew, I'm married."
"Yeah," Andy said amused, "just talked to your boy wife. Oh, excuse me, your husband."
"My boy wife!"
"Really? Well trouble in paradise alert, he's bragging your equals, partners."
Austin did a slow burn as he stared at Andy's jackal like teeth.
In moments, he'd scoped out John. Off to one side, talking to Martina Navratalova and Billy Bean. Austin stalked over with determination.
John was telling Martina about how cool her tennis commentary on HBO was when Austin's hand grabbed him and jerked him.
He fell backward as Austin pulled a fold out chair over and sat down. Standing, John started to speak.
"You just shut your mouth, Johnny. You understand me?"
He understood the determination in his husband's voice. Silent, he was shocked as Austin jerked his pants down in full view of everyone.
"What are you doing?"
"Spanking you!"
"Austin, people are watching."
"Nothing wrong with anyone knowing I discipline my boy wife. That's what you are, my boy wife."
John gasped as Austin unlocked the cock cage. As the air hit his free hanging dick, John quickly sported a boner.
"Over my lap little wifey," Austin ordered as he up ended John.
Nervous, John begged, "Please stop! I'm hard."
"Good."
"Austin, I haven't cum in days. I'll shoot while you spank me."
"Good. It'll show everyone not only do I spank you but you like it."
Before he could protest, John felt the first blow.
"OOOOOWWWW!"
"Bad boy wife. Got to spank you hard."
John gasped as he got spanked again. He kicked his legs and struggled, not realizing his show was attracting even more attention.
Austin knew people were looking. And he loved it. John Rocker is no more, he thought, just Johnny Croshere and Johnny Croshere is my submissive boy wife.
He spanked harder and John felt his eyes water.
No, Austin wasn't going to do this. He wasn't going to make him cry in front of a roomful of strangers. John had his pride.
A harder spank and John sobbed out loud. He cursed himself for that but Austin drank it in.
"That's right, baby, it hurts," Austin gloated.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Let it out baby, submit to me."
Only one more spank and John Rocker vanished, replaced by the chastised Johnny Croshere, the little boy who bawls his eyes out and cries like a baby when his husband spanks.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"That's my little boy wife. Cry it out baby, cry for your freedom lost and cry for your spanking. You're just a boy wife now."
As John continued crying, the crowd gasped as he began humping Austin's lap. It was as though he were fucking it. Austin continued spanking while John continued crying and humping but added moaning to his list of party tricks.
"Stop please! Austin I'm about to cum!"
As he continued spanking Johnny, in a loving and reassuring voice, Austin said, "That's right baby. Shoot while your husband spanks you. I'm putting you in your place. Show everyone that you don't just need that but you crave it. Show what a submissive boy wife you are."
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH GGGGGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!" Johnny cried out as Austin continued spanking.
Humping furiously, Johnny yelled out "Daddy!" and shot his load across his husband's pants. Austin just smiled and ceased spanking. He ran his hand along his boy wife's red ass as he addressed the crowd.
"That's what my boy wife needs. He'll be getting plenty of it, believe me."
Johnny couldn't feel too embarrassed, he was too busy enjoying his first cum in days. Austin pulled him up so he was sitting in Austin's lap. A long string of cum hung from Johnny's dick. Austin stroked Johnny's hair and his back.
"That was pretty cool when you cried out 'Daddy.'"
"I'm not going to call you 'Daddy.'"
"Okay, Johnny, whatever you want," Austin replied in a sing-song amused tone.
Johnny knew he was being humored and admitted he might call him "Daddy" sometimes, but not all the time. Austin kissed him.
People were still staring when Austin loudly asked him what it was he was supposed to say now.
Gulping, Johnny said, "Thank you Austin for disciplining your boy wife."
"My pleasure," Austin said rubbing his face against Johnny's.
Andy Roddick watched in horror. He thought for sure he'd be able to break up the happy couple and have Austin for himself. But now . . . well they seemed happier than ever. Fuck this, he thought, Pete Sampras's has a hairy ass and he's hot for me.
With that Andy left the reception. The other guests stayed on. Around eight o'clock at night, Austin pulled Johnny upstairs to the honeymoon suite.
Carrying Johnny through the door, he quickly kicked the door closed with his foot, tossed Johnny on the bed and began stripping down. Johnny was only wearing his "shirt" which he quickly removed.
He watched Austin's hot body come into view. Furry, muscular, so big, so manly. Croshere's monster was throbbing as he approached the bed, stopping only for lube.
"You look so sexy right now, Johnny," Austin said as he lubed up Johnny's hole. "You want this right."
Johnny nodded but said he was scared. Austin got between Johnny's leg and told him he would get over being scared.
With one quick thrust, he plowed in as Johnny tried not to scream. Austin knew from experience that with his size, you just had to bury in before a guy got second thoughts. He lay on top of Johnny, buried to the hilt. Feeling Johnny's heart beat as Johnny's tight ring contracted around his dick.
He began slow thrusts producing groans and grimaces from Johnny.
"It's too big!"
"Get used to it. I'm your husband now."
Johnny struggled under the weight of Austin. As he wiggled, he smelled the built up sweat of his husband. Though his hole hurt like hell, the scent of his man turned Johnny Croshere into a randy bitch and he began bucking underneath Austin, trying to get that dick further in him.
Austin smiled and kissed him as he increased his thrusts.
"I want to fuck you right after," Johnny gasped.
"Not happening."
Johnny stared at Austin's face, absorbing the words.
"You're nookie. You get fucked. I'm all man, I fuck nookie. No one's ever fucked me and no one ever will."
Johnny groaned in agreement as Austin's heavy pole dragged against his prostate.
"Your hot little boy pussy like that, Johnny?"
"Yes! More. Harder!"
Happy to oblige, Austin pistoned the hell out of Johnny's butt.
"You're just my boy wife now. Did A Rod tell you? The Indians announced you were dropped this afternoon."
Johnny gasped and exclaimed, "WHAT! What am I going to do for money?"
Austin rode him harder and declared "I'll give you a little allowance. No boy wife of mine works. Your job is taking care of the house and taking care of your man, you got it!"
"Yes!" Johnny moaned feeling Austin's dick really punching his prostate.
He grabbed Austin's shoulders and shuddered as his hole went into spasms and his dick fired off.
"You belong to me now, boy wife. You're owned and the whole world knows it. I love you. God I love you!"
With that Austin blasted his load in Johnny, marking his boy pussy for the first time. As he caught his breath, he began kissing Johnny who kissed back with passions.
"My husband rules over me," Johnny whispered.
Austin felt his dick grow hard again, kissed Johnny back, and thought to himself, "This is gonna be a hell of a night! No, scratch that, a hell of a marriage."
As he began fucking Johnny again, fucking him harder, Johnny began moaning uncontrollably, like a wild animal.
Kissing him as he rode him, Austin swore he would love his boy wife Johnny Croshere forever. -------------------- email me at littlejockvincejrgot3_5@yahoo.com if you want to talk about the story.