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I love Being Kyles Bitch Part 2
I woke up with my briefs stuck to my hard cock. I had jacked off twice before falling asleep, and had seemingly came at least once more during the night, dreaming about Kyle the powerful, manly jock and the humiliating way he had made me suck his gigantic cock in the middle of the road in just my briefs. And worse, that several of the people at the party we had just left drove by afterwards and saw me jacking off furiously while eating what was left of Kyle's hot cum all over my face and chest.
I rolled on to my back, immediately pulling the waistband of my white briefs under my balls and started to jack off again. My dick was hard as a rock, and covered in several loads that I had apparently shot during the night. I thought about how hot it was that Kyle, a kid I had grown up with and worshipped the ground he walked on, now knew for a fact that I was nothing more than a cocksucker. A pathetic, worthless, faggot cocksucking queer. And that's exactly how he saw me now. He didn't see his old teammate, or our years of friendship and (at least superficial) equality. No, he saw me as dirt, as a worthless something that was less than a person. Not a woman, and definitely not a man. Just a couple of holes that he could use whenever he felt like busting a nut. I thought of his sneering look of disgust and his derisive laughter as he started down at me, on my knees, and pissed all over my face and clothes. He should have pissed right down my faggot throat, I thought.
As I thought this, I came. One of the biggest loads I've ever seen blast out of my dick, actually. After I lay there for a minute or two, covered in and eating the latest of several loads Kyle had inspired, my brain started to work again. I wasn't that horny anymore, and reality started to sink in. I had been seen in the middle of the road with cum all over my face. There was no way I was ever going to explain this away. Was my secret out already?
I was sure that it would be. I didn't get a good look at the people inside the car as it sped by, so I thought maybe they didn't get a good look at me, either. I quickly dismissed this. I hadn't noticed the car until they were right on me, but I was sure that they saw me, cum soaked and jacking it right next to my car's headlights, from a mile away. I remembered that the car was full, so that meant at least four people had seen, plus Kyle. Had he told anyone?
I just didn't know. My mind was full of questions as I showered and got dressed. As I grabbed my phone to put it in my pocket, I noticed that I had several unread text messages. I opened the first one to see a picture of myself on my knees, covered in cum, 7 huge ropes of it sprayed across my face and chest, licking one off as I jacked off in the middle of a road. The next one I had a look of shock and horror on my face, plus of course a shitload of cum. That was when I had heard Kyle's phone and looked up to see him laughing at me. I had forgotten he had even taken them. The next message was a regular text, from Kyle, telling me to meet him at his house at 1pm. I looked at the clock. It was 12.45. "Fuck,", I said out loud to myself, "Kyle lives like 10 minutes away." I jumped into my shoes and headed out.
On the way there I thought more about my situation. If Kyle was using the pictures he took to blackmail me, then maybe he hadn't sent them to anyone yet. That was my hope as I pulled into Kyle's parents' driveway and knocked on the door.
I heard someone shout "Come in!" from inside, so I obeyed. Kyle was inside, in the kitchen, making himself something to eat. He was shirtless, and his abs and pecs looked amazing as usual. He was only wearing light blue basketball shorts. The waistband of his briefs stuck out from underneath. I was immediately hard again.
"I got your text messages, Ky, uh, Sir," I said, remembering what he had told me last night.
Kyle didn't look up from the sandwich he was making until it was done. Then he walked around the island counter to where I was and slapped me hard across the face. I winced, thinking "What the hell?" Kyle looked at me with an odd look, not quite amusement, then put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down onto my knees. I looked up at him, and he looked at me with that same sneering smile that I knew from last night. My cock was throbbing and leaking. Then he walked into the living room, sat in a recliner, and turned on the football game.
"Get over here, and suck my cock." The way he said it, his voice sounded like the way relatives at family gatherings demand hugs and kisses from children. It was the most reasonable request in the world; he wanted his cock sucked and I was going to do it for him.
I stood up and started to walk towards him. He looked at me, and his voice was immediately gruff.
"Get the fuck back on your knees, faggot. Crawl your ass over here, but don't you fucking get back off your knees until I tell you to." he snarled.
I did as I was told. I felt ridiculous, crawling 10 feet to his chair, but I did it anyway. I got in between his legs where I belonged, and looked up at him. He didn't look at me, he just kept watching TV. I pulled his shorts and underwear under his nuts and out flopped his huge cock. Even soft, it had to be 6.5" long. I smelled the musk off his balls, and immediately my lust for cock overtook me and I began to give him the best blowjob I knew how to give. I swallowed his cock all the way to his balls, taking as much of it as possible into my mouth and throat. Pretty soon, his cock was its' full 9", and I was having trouble deepthroating it. So, I started to fuck my face up and down on his cock, desperate to suck of much of it as I could. After about 10 minutes of this, Kyle took his cock out of my mouth.
"That's enough faggot, this is gonna last a while. Lick my nuts when the games on, just suck it during commercials. But don't take your fag mouth out of my crotch." He instructed.
I did as I was told, taking each one of his huge egg-sized balls into my mouth one at a time, licking his jock sweat off them and relishing the opportunity to do it. Kyle played with his dick absent-mindedly, pausing a couple times to smack me in the face with his huge hard tool, chuckling to himself while he did it. I kept tongue bathing his nuts until I heard the commercials come on, and then I would go back to servicing his fat schlong as best as I knew how.
At one point Kyle was playing with his phone, and he took a couple more pictures of me sucking his cock. Other than that, I pretty much sucked his cock and balls for about 2 hours. Toward the end he told me:
"Slow down faggot, I got a surprise for you coming soon and I don't want to spoil it by cumming too fast."
I didn't know what that meant, but I was more than glad for an excuse to not pull my face away from his package. About 10 mintues later, his phone beeped. He checked his text message.
"Alright cocksucker get back on my dick."
I did. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to eat his load, taste his sperm as it ran down my tongue into my stomach. Then I heard the doorknob click. I stopped and looked up, but Kyle grabbed my head and shoved it back down on his cock, and began to brutally fuck my face. I kept trying to look up, and saw Mike and Tyler, two of our teammates from high school, walking in with looks of mixed amusement and disbelief.
"So it's true?" Tyler asked, "He really is a faggot, huh?"
"Man Kyle, looks like he really loves gobbling that monster down dude!" Mike said, grabbing his crotch.
"Yeah he fucking loves it, hes a complete faggot cocksucker. Watch this!" Kyle told them, and with that he pushed my head back and jacked his cock a few times, before the first blast of his enormous load hit me across the face. I opened my mouth, desperately wanting to eat it. It didn't even matter to me that my fears of being discovered were confirmed and that two other people were standing right next to me. After 2 hours of sucking cock all I could think about was dick and cum. Kyle continued to shoot his load, about 20 huge shots of cum on every possible part of my face, and he even aimed a few at my hungry mouth. When he was done, he stood up and pulled his shorts back up.
"Be right back dudes." He told Mike and Tyler.
They immediately turned their attention to me. I could only imagine how I looked, absolutely covered in Kyle's load. I could see huge globs of cum falling off my eyebrows as I looked up at them. They were both dressed in basketball shorts. Tyler had a wife beater on, and Mike had an old Abercrombie muscle shirt. They were both smirking at me and I could see large bulges in their thin shorts.
Tyler was about 5'11, with a defenseman-type build. Stocky and broad, but not fat. He had a huge chest and big, powerful arms with bulging biceps. He was blond haired (which he kept short,) so the hair on his chest wasn't that prominent, and he had probably shaved it once or twice so you could barely see it. Between his muscle , square jaw and face, and cocky attitude, he was the quintessential jock. Mike was taller, and skinnier. He had muscle, but it was lean and toned against his thinner frame. He was brown haired, and smooth all over. He barely had hair on his arms and legs until our senior year of high school, and it didn't look like he'd gotten any more since then. I had jacked off to both of them dozens of times, and now here they were staring at my cum-covered face, bulges obvious in their shorts.
"Well I guess there's no point in waiting around, seeing how Kyle just finished up anyway." Tyler said to Mike, grabbing his package as he did so. "You ready for some more cock, faggot?"
Forgetting how embarrassed I was, and overtaken by lust for Tyler's cock, I eagerly shook my head yes. Cum continued to dribble off my forehead. Tyler walked up to me and pulled his shorts down, revealing a huge bulge straining his jockstrap. I reached up and pulled his cock out. It was shorter than Kyle's, about 8", but much thicker. At the base was big hairy bush of blonde pubes. Tyler grabbed my head and pushed my mouth on to his cock, which I immediately stretched my jaw around. It completely filled my entire mouth. Tyler began to hump back and forth, his huge meat stretching my jaw wide.
I slowly got used to his huge cock gliding in and out steadily. Unlike Kyle, he was being pretty gentle, content to go nice and slow. I looked over to see Mike standing with his basketball shorts and white briefs at his knees, jacking his cock. He was about as long as Tyler, but not as fat as him or Kyle's. Unlike Tyler, Mike's legs, balls, and cock were pretty smooth, with only a small bush of trimmed pubes. He walked up to us and stood there watching his buddy get blown by his ex-teammate-turned-faggot cocksucker.
Not wanting him to feel left out, and eager to taste his dick, I moved off of Tyler's cock and swallowed Mike's. He let out a low moan as I swallowed his whole cock to the base. He started to fuck my mouth harder than Tyler had, hard enough that I could only breathe in short gasps. The smell of his ballsweat-drenched briefs filled my nostrils every time. I could not have been harder. As I sucked, Tyler began to rub his cock around my face, scooping up huge globs of cum and smearing them around. After his cock was covered in Kyle's load, he turned me back toward his cock and stuck it into my mouth.
"Yeah faggot, you love sucking my big fat cock huh? Especially when its' covered in Kyle's load, huh?" Tyler asked. I grunted affirmatively.
"Shit man, he looks like he's in heaven right now. He must really fucking love dick." Mike agreed.
They began taking turns cleaning the cum off my face with their cocks and shoving them in my mouth once they were covered in jizz. Kyle came back into the room a few minutes later, completely naked.
"You fuckers like his faggot mouth huh?" He shouted to his buddies. They were both wrapped up in getting head and simply grunted their yea's.
Kyle watched for a couple of minutes then announced, "Man this fag is taking too fucking long, I need to nut again." He came around to the other side of me and slapped me in the face with his cock a couple of times. "I think it's time I gave this fag something he's always wanted."
Expecting Kyle to fuck my face again, I turned towards his cock, mouth open. He slapped me in the face and told me to get back on Mike and Tyler's cocks. He reached down, scooped up some of the cum off the side of my neck, and smeared it on his dick. He moved around behind me, and yanked my shorts and briefs down in one motion. I realized what was about to happen and tried to slide forward, but Tyler's hairy jock legs prevented me from getting too far. Tyler grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground.
"What's the matter fag boy? All fags love getting fucked, why are you trying to get away?" Tyler said.
"This fag's pretty stupid, guys. He probably didn't even realize he was a fag until he went to college and started sucking cock everyday, and he still probably doesn't realize what he's for. You know what you're good for, faggot?" Kyle asked me.
"Sucking cock, sir." I replied. They laughed.
"Almost faggot, but not quite. You're only good for one thing, and that's servicing real men. A real man, faggot, is something you aren't and are never going to be. But us men, we have needs. We need to get off, and when there aren't bitches around to take care of us, that gets to be a problem. So, you're like a bitch, but a cheap one that doesn't care who's cock she's taking. All fags like you think about is cock, so it should be pretty obvious that you're wired to be taking it all the time, whenever guys like us need it. And you know how bitches like to take cock?" he asked.
"They get fucked, sir. Or they suck dick." I added, resigned to what I knew was going to happen.
"That's right faggot, they get their little bitch pussies fucked. And since you're our bitch, you might as well get used to getting your little faggot pussy fucked."
Kyle grabbed my legs, lifting my rear end off the ground. He pulled my shorts and briefs off my legs, and spread them apart. Then he pulled me backwards towards his cock, my face falling and hitting the ground in the process. I felt the head of his dick at my asshole for about a second and a half, and then what followed was the most intense pain I have ever felt in my life.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHGHHH!" I screamed. "Take it out! Oh God ow oh fuck!" was all I could get out.
Kyle of course did not stop, in fact he did the opposite. What I had thought was his entire dick quickly became obvious was just the head and maybe an inch or two. Pulling out slightly, he proceeded to ram his mostly-dry cock back into my asshole, all the way to his balls. Mike and Tyler laughed and egged him on.
"Haha, hell yeah, Kyle! Fuck the shit out of this faggot!" Tyler told him.
I was screaming, tears running out of my eyes and down my face, mixing with the cum that was still plastered all over it. Every time I thought I had gotten used to it, Kyle shifted positions slightly and rammed his cock back in me at a new angle, forcing my asshole to spread in ways it had never imagined. I could not stop crying. I was no longer a man.
Kyle was laughing evilly. "Fuck yeah, you little faggot cunt! Keep up your bitch crying, I love hearing how much you love my huge cock in your ass!"
As the pain kept coming, I was a million miles away. I was thinking about Kyle, actually. The two of us, going to high school parties, having fun. Me looking up to him. Not this. How had this happened? My brain began to piece it together, logical step after logical step. This had happened because I had taken a shit at my school's library, because I had seen through the glory hole in the stall a hard cock, and not been able to take my eyes off it. It was because I had sucked that cock when it came through the hole, and loved it. It was because I had gone back to suck every cock that I could possibly suck after that, and people had found out. Kyle had found out. Found out that I loved cock, that I was a faggot. And now, he was treating me the way a faggot should be treated. Kyle was a real man, and I was his bitch. I was getting used like a bitch. I realized that I would be getting used like this for the rest of my life. The pain in my ass was starting to subside. I heard myself moaning.
Tyler's hands pulled my face up, and his dick was hastily shoved back into my mouth. All I was aware of was the two huge fuck sticks plunging in and out of both ends of me. I could see Tyler's heavy balls swinging back and forth and he thrust forward, feeling the waistband of his jock as it hit my chin. Feeling Kyle's much larger balls slapping against the inside of my ass crack. All of a sudden I began to cum, an orgasm the likes of which I'd never had, cum blasting out of my cock while my orgasm pulsed from somewhere deep in my ass.
"Look the faggot loves it!" Mike shouted, pointing at my hard and dripping cock.
"Fucking `course he does," Kyle replied, "He's a fag."
My orgasm must have felt good on Kyle's dick because he picked up his pace, frantically fucking me for a minute or two before he grabbed my hips and thrust in as hard as he could in one powerful fuck. I could feel his huge cock unload jet after jet of cum more than a foot up my asshole. As he pulled out, he called out to Mike.
"All yours buddy, sorry about the wait!" Mike moved into position behind me.
"No problem dude, it was hot watching you fuck this shit out of this fag's cunt." Mike said, and took Kyle's place in my ass. Mike's cock slid in easily, being thinner and shorter than Kyle's massive tool, and with the huge amount of cum in my ass lubricating his entry. He began to fuck me quickly, when Tyler grabbed my head and started to throat fuck me in earnest.
"Oh fuck yeah faggot, here's the load I've been saving for you!" he shouted and began to unload his heavy balls' treasure. 10 shots of thick, gooey jock jizz flooded my mouth and down my throat. It was my favorite taste in the world. Watching his buddy blow a load in my mouth was enough to send Mike over the edge as well, and he began to add another couple shots to the collection of sperm up my ass.
They both pulled out, panting. I reached down to my incredibly hard dick and started to beat myself off. This lasted a couple of seconds until Kyle stepped up and slapped me again, hard across the face.
"Don't even fucking think about it, faggot. From now on, you're our bitch. And bitches cum from getting fucked. You'll just have to wait until tonight if you want to cum again. Now be a good bitch and clean off me and Mike's dicks for us." Kyle said, leaning forward so that his still semi-hard cock was inches from my mouth. I greedily swallowed it, desperate to have a cock back inside me. I could taste my own shit and blood on his dick, which was just overpowered by the salty taste of Kyle's load. After I sucked it for a minute or two he pulled out and Mike stuck his in. While I sucked Mike, my hand started to drift back down to my cock. Mike hit me.
"We already fucking told you not to touch your dick faggot! Were you not fucking listening?!" Mike demanded.
"I..I'm sorry sir, I can't help it." I explained, then leaned forward again to continue sucking Mike, hoping he wouldn't hit me again.
"He's gonna keep playing with his cock if we let him leave it out, man." Tyler said to Kyle.
"Yea, but seeing you in your jock gave me an idea." Kyle said, and he turned and ran upstairs. He came back down a couple seconds later with a white jockstrap in his hand.
"I saw you had one of these on and it gave me an idea. This is one of my little brother's jocks. It should be small enough that even if he's hard, it'll be too tight on him for his dick to pop out." Kyle explained. "Here faggot, put this on."
I stood up and took it from Kyle's hand. It was tiny, Kyle's brother was 14. I bent down and pulled it over my legs. It was extremely tight on me, and my cock barely fit in the pouch. Once it was on though, the elastic mesh gripped my dick tight. There was no way my cock would get out unless I took it off.
"Nice man, good idea." Mike said.
"Yeah dude, now we don't have to see his little faggot dick either." Tyler agreed.
"Alright faggot, listen up." Kyle began. "From now on, you are to only wear that jock unless we tell you otherwise. You're gonna wear it as underwear when you're out in public, and when you aren't it's all you're gonna have on. And you're gonna leave your dick in there, or you better expect to get your pussy ass beat. You understand?"
I nodded yes.
"The three of us are going out for a little while. You're gonna stay here, and clean this place up. We were thinking about having a little party later." Kyle said. Kyle, Mike, and Tyler all began to laugh to each other as they turned to head out the door.
As they left, I noticed the cum still on the ground from where I had cum while getting fucked. Glad they weren't here to see me, I got down on all fours, and licked my own load off the floor. Desperately horny, I started to scoop the remainder of Kyle's first load and what I had missed of Tyler's off my face and chest, eating globs of it at once. Hungry for more, I reached between my legs and felt a small river of Kyle's and Mike's cum leaking out of my ass. Scooping it off my thighs and balls, I ate as much of it as I could off my fingers, then rolled onto my back and shoved my fingers in my ass, furiously scooping out as much of their loads as I could out of my asshole, alternately shoving my fingers up my ass and then back into my mouth, tasting the salty-sweet cum of Mike mixing with the thick and creamy cum of Kyle.
It was too much, and my dick was screaming for attention. I pulled it out of the jock and started jacking off. Almost immediately, I came another load across my chest. As I lay there panting in the afterglow of my second orgasm in 30 minutes, slowly eating my own load off my chest, I wondered what kind of party Kyle and his buddies were planning on throwing...
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