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I Like Hitting You - Part 13
We spent about four hours at the mall, with Ryan burning out my American Express card. We got home, andRyan had me bring all the bags up as he and Ricky headed for the couch and a round of video games, them talking about all the hot girls they scoped out at the mall. Ryan told me to cut the tags off one of his new outfits and lay it out on his bed for his big date tonight, and I scampered into the master bedroom.
It took about 20 minutes putting away all Master Ryan's new stuff and getting his clothes ready for his date, and when I went back into the living room, only Ricky was there, his clothes off, back turned to me, slipping on a pair of white Under Armor compression shorts. "Ry's in the shower, fag, why don't you take a seat," Ricky said as he turned around and pointed to the couch in front of him. "Since you were so nice to buy me all this stuff, I'm going to model some of it for you." Ricky then pulled on the matching sleeveless white compression shirt, and moved right in front of me. Ricky began posing, his taut muscles outlined by the tight shirt. I sat there, mouth agape, and just stared at this perfect example of teen jock muscle as the cocky kid went through various bodybuilding poses, his cock hardening up and obscenely filling out the tight compression shorts.
Ricky then reached over and grabbed me roughly by my hair, pulling me off the couch and on my knees. Roughly holding my ears, he ground my face into his shorts, his hard cock brushing back and forth on my lips. "Look up, faggot" he said as he reached down and pulled the tight shirt up, exposing his impossibly lean washboard stomach and hard chest. He placed my head so his balls were resting right on my mouth, and his hard cock across the side of my face as a stared up at his body. "I just had a talk with my cousin, and I'm going to be spending a lot of time over here." Ricky pulled the compression shorts to his knees, his boner springing out and slapping my chin. He began bitch slapping my face hard with his teen rod, over and over. I heard snickering behind me, turned my head behind me and saw Ryan walk up to me, naked, toweling off his hair. Master Ryan grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head to the side roughly, as Ricky continued clubbing my face with his boner. "Take your pants down, fag," Ryan ordered. I complied quickly, and felt Ryan's bare foot rubbing against my jock strap. "I knew this perv would be rock hard, Ricky. He likes teen cock," said Ryan, snickering. "Slave, you're my cousin's toy for the night. Don't disappoint me. You better fucking obey him or there's going to be hell to pay when I get home," Ryan said as he pulled his bare foot up right under my balls. "Yes Master" I groaned quickly. Ryan then pushed his foot down and up quickly, giving me a slight kick in the nuts as he turned and walked away. I grunted, and Ricky took the opportunity to stick his cock into my open mouth.
"You fucking faggots will put up with anything to get the chance to slurp on some str8 jock cock" snickered Ricky as he jammed his turgid cock into my throat. Ricky roughly turned my head to the side, and began a relentless mouth fuck. I just went slack and accepted the throat rape, careful to keep my teeth out of the way and form my tongue to create the pussy mouth effect these young studs enjoy. Each time Ricky's dick would pulse like he was going to unload, he'd pull his cock out and let it cool down, and then resume the throat fuck. "You cunt-mouth little bitch, you're dying for me to unload down your faggot throat. Not so fast faggot, I'm going to make you work for this nut," he said cockily as he continued the throat assault. I heard Ryan say "Try not to choke her to death, cuz" as he let the apartment, but the rest of the BJ session was a blur, with the kid moving me so I was sitting with my back to the couch, so he could really do a number on my throat. At one point, he pulled his rock hard, slimy cock out of my mouth and placed it to the side of my face. "Look at how far this cunt stretcher is going into you, sissy" Ricky aid as he rested his boner on the side of my head. His cockhead was almost to my collarbone. "That's a monster cock for a high school stud, Sir" I said softly," my throat raw.
"It sounds like you're got a sore throat, faggot. Let me see if I can give you something for it," Ricky said as he resumed the throat rape. He long stroked my throat like he was fucking a cheerleader, banging his full balls into my chin over and over, me just gasping for air and accepting the mouth fuck. Finally, his grip tightened on my head and he jabbed the cock as far as possible into my throat and began shooting. "Take my load, you fucking cum dump cocksucker," he yelled as he emptied his load into me. The first five or six spurts went directly down my gullet, and Ricky then pulled back and filled up my mouth with the remainder of his copious load. "Don't swallow it yet, bitch" he ordered, just in time because I was going to greedily suck down the rest of his spunk. He pulled my hair so I looked up at him, the tight white shirt still bunched on the top of his chest. "You really know how to work a cock, faggot. When we were at the mall and you were so good about buying me all this stuff, I decided to give you a reward with this little modeling show and BJ. Ryan said I didn't have to do it, that you were a slave and have to buy me the stuff anyways, But I like that you like doing stuff for me. I just nodded and smiled (as much as one can smile with a mouthful of jizz).
Ricky then pulled off the tee shirt. He pulled on one of the new pairs of underwear I bought him, stuffing his half-hard cock into them. He slipped on a red compression shirt, and pulled on a new pair of jeans. Ricky looped his new belt into the jeans. "I never had an eighty dollar belt before. Do you like this belt, fag boy?" I nodded. "How much do you like it," he asked softly. "I like it a lot" I gurgled, the cum still filling my mouth. Ricky stepped right in front of me, the belt buckle against my nose. "Swallow, slave" he ordered. "Fuck yeah, faggot" Ricky exclaimed as I gulped down his essence. Ricky grabbed the belt buckle, his two hands hitting my nose, and unlatched it and pulled the belt out of it's pants loops. He quickly pulled me up and over the arm of the couch, my jock strapped ass up in the air, a target for his new belt. Ricky cracked me a half dozen times on the butt with the belt, me groaning loudly and accepting the beating. He stopped and repositioned the belt in his hand, so the buckle was exposed, and whipped it quickly toward my upturned ass. "ow..ow..ow..ow...yowww<" I screamed as he whacked me five times in succession with the buckle end of the belt.
Ricky pulled me up by my hair and slapped my ass hard, sending me in the direction of the kitchen. "Get me a beer, slave," Ricky said as he took a seat on the couch. I scampered to the kitchen, my tender ass on fire from the whipping, and quickly brought him a beer, kneeling to deliver it. I prostrated myself in front of this teen god, my face at his bare feet and my freshly whipped butt in the air like a bitch in heat. Ricky put his feet up on my back and said "The first time I saw you kneel like this in front of my cousin, my cock got rock hard and I knew you'd be doing this for me. I'm going to fuck that pussy ass so many times and so hard tonight that by the time Ryan comes home, you will be so fucked out by my master cock that you won't even know who he is. Ryan stole this sexy little slut Marissa from me when I was fourteen and my dick wasn't as big, and now I'm going to get payback," Ricky said as he dug the heel of his foot into the crack of my sore ass.
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