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I love being Kyle's Bitch Part 3
"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...
"Joey? What the fuck!?"
I woke up, still on the floor at Kyle's house and covered in dried cum. My dick was half sticking out of the way-too-small jock he and my former friends had made me put on before they left. I must have fallen asleep after I jerked off! I could still taste the cum in my mouth, and I could taste more as I licked my lips while i woke up. I realized I must still have had a bunch on my face. My own load was dried all over my stomach and chest, I guessed that I had fallen asleep before I was able to eat it all. I looked up to see who was yelling at me, assuming that Kyle had come back with Mike and Tyler. Instead, I saw Kyle's younger brother, Shane, looking pissed and confused.
"Joey, what the fuck are you doing on the floor all covered in cum? What happened to you?!" He seemed concerned.
Shane was as much of a jock as his older brother. He was a freshman in high school, and his JV wrestling teams' captain, as well as an extremely capable player on the JV football team. I had known him for years, basically as long as I'd known Kyle, and he'd always seemed to look up to me. He looked almost exactly like Kyle, except he was shorter, only about 5'7. They had the same color hair, although Shane kept his hair longer and shaggier, and the same bright green eyes. As I looked up at him, I wondered if Shane had a big, fat cock like his older brother. I was immediately disgusted with myself. The look on Shane's face was mostly confusion. He had known me for years, and he assumed that there had to be a completely reasonable explanation for why I was laying on the floor in a jock, covered face to balls with dried loads. He had no idea what kind of faggot I'd become, or more accurately, what kind of faggot I had always been. I tried to think up a reasonable explanation to give him. But, as he came closer to me, his eyes wandered down and he saw what I was wearing.
"Dude, is that my fucking jock?! Why the hell are you wearing that?! Did you go in my room and steal my jock, dude?! What the fuck!!" Shane was pissed.
"No, no.." I stammered. I couldn't think of an excuse. "Kyle got it out of your room for me."
"What? Why'd he do that?" Shane seemed very skeptical.
"Um, well, because....he wanted me to wear it instead of briefs." I weakly explained.
"HE wanted you to? What the fuck does that mean? And why didn't you just wear one of your own? Why the fuck are you wearing mine?!" he demanded. My explanation was clearly not cutting it.
I realized that I was going to have to tell him the whole story. I blushed from head to toe, and also realized right after that thought that this was almost definately not going to be the last time that I was going to have to explain to someone, probably even someone that knew or thought they knew me pretty well, that I was now a cocksucking faggot slut. Or, knowing Kyle, that I was Kyle's bitch.
"Shane, um, uhh...Kyle wanted me to wear yours so that it wouldn't have to see my dick when he um...uh...when he....fucked me." I could barely whisper the last two words. Shane's expression lit up.
"When he WHAT??!!! He FUCKED you?!?!" Shane shouted in disbelief.
"Yes." I confirmed.
"Why the hell did he fuck YOU?! Why didn't he just fuck some girl or something?! I don't get it dude, you're full of shit." Shane obviously didn't understand.
"Shane, I...I'm a cocksucker." I let that linger for a second. I watched the face of this kid, this kid who had known me for years, looked up to me for years, change from an expression of shocked disbelief to an expression of disgust. "I started sucking cock when I got to college, it was kind of an accident at first but I really loved it so I started doing it more and more until it became an all the time thing. I didn't think people would recognize me but they did, and word got around. When Kyle found out I sucked dicks, he made me suck his. Then when he saw how much I loved it, he.....he told Mike and Tyler and I sucked all of them and then they fucked me. Like, two hours ago."
Shane was visibly disgusted but also listening intently to my story.
"That still doesn't explain why you're sitting there in my jock." he said.
"Well, they didn't want to see my dick anymore when they fucked me." I explained.
"Well no shit they didn't. Who wants to see dicks? I mean, besides you apparantly." Shane snorted. I blushed again. Ten minutes ago, Shane would never have made fun of me. "Why didn't they just make you wear yours though? Now I need to get another jock, asshole!"
"Because yours is so small on me, and it would keep my dick in tight.. They didn't want to see it, but they also didn't want me to touch it either." I was so humiliated.
"Well it looks like you were playing with it anyway, your dick is sticking out right now. And you're getting a boner! Hahaha you really are a faggot!" He pointed at my crotch.
He was right, on both counts. My dick was half hard and getting harder. I was a little surprised at myself. I was so embarassed telling him the story of what had happened, but just thinking about it got me so horny. And now getting boned up in this young jock's jock while he stared at me and laughed at me was making me even hornier. He was right, I really was a faggot.
"I can't believe this dude, I thought you were pretty cool. Or at least, a normal guy. But I guess I was way wrong about you, you love sucking dudes dicks! That's crazy man! How long did you dream about sucking Kyle for like years? Haha! What a faggot, I bet you came on the spot when he let you blow him!" Shane laughed.
I didn't see a reason to hold on to my dignity at this point so I just admitted it. "Yeah, I did. I wanted his dick for years...I wanted to be his bitch."
"Well fag, it looks like you got what you wanted. They clearly had their way with you and left you to just sit around jerking off while you waited for more." He paused for a second. "But you said they didn't want you to touch your dick. Why was it out?"
Fuck.
"I couldn't help it, I had to jack off dude it was just too much." I said.
"Too much dick for your faggot ass to handle? Haha that's pathetic, dude." Shane sneered at me. "I bet you're gonna get in trouble when I tell him you did that, too."
He was right. "No! Shane, please! Kyle will beat my ass if he finds out I jerked off when he told me not to! Please don't!" Shane was hysterical, laughing at how pathetic of a faggot I was.
"Yeah cocksucker? Why should I care if Kyle beats your ass? Bitches gotta learn." he got out between laughing fits.
"No, Shane. I'm begging you, please don't tell him. I'll do anything. Anything you want." I pleaded.
"You don't look like you're begging faggot. You look like you're asking me a favor, and like you're perving out staring at my crotch." He said, suddenly getting a little more serious. He was right though, my eyes were glued to the bulge in his basketball shorts. "If you're going to beg, do it right."
I got up and knelt in front of him, purposely putting my face near his crotch. I truly hoped that this was a game of his, that I was going to beg him not to tell Kyle and that he would let me suck his cock. Kyle's brother was hot, and I bet his dick was hot like Kyle's too. We made eye contact; me on my knees looking up at him the way cocksuckers look at real men, him looking down at me with a grin on his face, sneering, the way real men look at pathetic, faggot, begging cocksuckers on their knees.
"Shane, I'm begging you not to tell Kyle that I jerked off. I will do anything you want, just please don't tell him or he'll beat my ass."
Shane grabbed my head and shoved it into the crotch of his shorts. I could feel his fat teen dick through the material pressing on my face. My cock was rock hard.
"Oh yeah, cocksucker? And what do you think I want you to do?" he asked me.
"I'll suck your cock Shane, right here and now, however you want me to. Or you can fuck me. It doesn't matter to me, I'll do anything." I told him.
He pushed my head back a little, and I waited anxiously for him to pull his shorts down and pull out his teen jock dick. My mouth was salivating. Then I got a crack to the side of the face. He had bitch slapped me.
"Hahaha you faggot, every girl in my grade wants to get on my big jock dick. You think all I want from you is some fucking blowjob? Don't be stupid. We both know you can't wait to blow me, and you'll do it whether you're begging me to not have you get your ass beat or not. Look at your boner, that jock is soaked and you haven't even seen my dick yet! Get up, and get your fucking clothes on. We're going to the mall."
I stood up, confused. This was not what I'd expected at all.
"Shane, I can't go anywhere right now, I have to..."
"You have to what, faggot? You have to do what I say or else get your ass beat when my brother comes home? By him and all your ex-friends?" He demanded.
I realized that he was right and that I didn't have much choice. Those guys were all big college jocks, and they would beat the shit out of me for disobeying them. I got up and put my clothes on.
"Let's go, fag." Shane said and headed for the door. I followed him out.
The whole drive to the mall, Shane was on his phone. It sounded like he was talking to some girl. He obviously wanted to fuck her. She would be stupid not to let him. Shane had the same care-free, alpha male attitude that his older brother had. And he had every reason to. He was hot as fuck. I'd never really paid too much attention before, but now that I kept stealing glances at him, every inch of his young jock body was toned and muscular. His arms and legs were basically hairless, and his boyish face and smile were perfectly and stylishly framed by his mop of brown hair. He also had his brother's bright eyes, that could entrance you and make you do anything he wanted, or could terrify you. A perfect little teen jock god.
When we got there, he told whoever he was talking to that he'd call them later, and turned back to me.
"Give me your wallet." he demanded.
"What? Why?" I asked.
He looked around for a second and then sucker punched me in the gut. I doubled over, he had knocked the wind out of me.
"Give me your fucking wallet, faggot. Don't make me ask you again."
I reached into my pocket and handed it to him, trying to get my breath back.
"Good, here's 10 bucks. We're going to the sports store first." he told me, handing about a 1/5 of my money back to me.
We walked into Dick's from the parking lot. As we walked in, he pointed at the sign and laughed. "I bet this is your favorite store, cocksucker!" he laughed. A couple around my age was leaving as we walked in, and looked at me and chuckled when they heard what he said. I was embarassed, again.
"Alright, since you ruined my jock by getting your cum all over it, you're going to get me a new one. And you're gonna ask one of the sales people to help you find exactly the right kind." He explained.
"What do you mean? What kind do you want and what size are you?" I asked him.
"Well fag, the one you're wearing right now was a little small for me. So, I want you to get one size up from that. I want it to be stretchy in the front, but snug. You and the salesman are gonna have to figure out what size is best. Just go by what you're wearing now." he told me.
"But I don't even know what size this is, and the label is worn off. Can't you just tell me what size you want?" I asked him.
"Don't push me faggot. I already told you what to do. It's up to you to figure out how to do it. And you better do it fast, because that guy looks like he's coming over to help us. I'll be wandering around the store." With that, Shane walked away.
The employee that was approaching me looked to be about 17 or 18. He was tall, very muscular, black, with a shaved head and chiseled face. I was immediately embarassed that I was going to have to ask him for help getting a jock, but I knew I had no choice.
"Can I help you find something, bro?" He asked me.
"Um, yeah. Um, uh, I'm looking to get a new jockstrap." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what do you need? I didn't hear you." He asked again.
"A jockstrap. I need a new one." I said, louder this time.
"Oh, alright. Do you know what size you need man?" he asked me.
"Oh, um, well I'm not sure." I told him.
"Uh, well ok. They're over here anyway." He started to lead me to the jocks and protective gear section. I noticed his ass in his black pants and his big broad shoulders through his small green polo.
When we arrived in the correct aisle, he gestured to the row of jocks of different sizes and colors.
"Do you want a specific color? White or black?" he asked.
I didn't know, because Shane hadn't specified. But the salesman was hot, and I was still horny from Shane's cocktease earlier, so I looked the salesman in the eye and said: "I usually prefer black."
He smiled at me, but just said: "Oh well, alright then. But you don't know what size you wear?"
I shook my head no. "I was hoping to just get one size up from the one I have now."
"Well how are we gonna figure that out if you don't know what size you have now?" he seemed like he was getting annoyed, but was still being polite.
"Well, I'm wearing my jock. If you can see the tag in the back I guess, but it's pretty worn." I told him.
"Oh, ok then. I guess I'll take a look." He knelt behind me on one knee and roughly pulled the back of my pants down about halfway down my ass, exposing it to another young college-age kid in the aisle, who snickered at me.
"Oh, I guess your tag was in the front." he said and came around to the front, opened my fly and pulled the front down some too.
"Looks like you're wearing a youth extra large, or maybe an adult small? Damn, you really like your jocks pretty tight." he informed me.
"Yeah, I guess I do" I stuttured, hoping he didn't notice my rapidly growing dick.
"Usually you can kind of tell by the pouch, an adult jock has a bigger pouch to hold a bigger cup. Let me check yours." He pulled the front of my pants open a little bit more and that was it, my boner hit full mast. There was no way he didn't notice, even as tight as the jock was.
"Ugh, your jock is all wet dude. But it looks like you're wearing a youth extra large. So the next size up is a mens' small." he further informed me.
I decided to go for broke. "Yeah, I leak a lot when I get horny, can't really help it." I couldn't believe I was saying that so openly to a complete stranger, but I was so horny.
He just looked at me, down at my dick and then back up at my eyes. He kind of shook his head, like he couldn't believe what I'd just said. I was sure I knew what he was thinking.
"Well, if you want to try it on, you can. I'll unlock the changing room for you." He told me. He grabbed the new jock and brought it with him as we walked to the changing room. As we approached, he grabbed the key from the girl who was working near the changing room and asked her if it was about time for her break. She said that yeah it was and handed it to him and trotted off after they shot the shit for a couple seconds. He turned to me and said: "Ok let's get you in there."
He unlocked the door and let me go in. I went to shut it, until I saw his big hand grab the door and pull it back open. I stood there, he shut it behind him.
"So you're just a little faggot then, huh?" He told me, point blank.
"Uh, umm" I wanted to admit it, but it was still a little difficult for me to get the words out.
"Don't bullshit me white boy. You come in here thinkin' you're all slick with your 'I need help with my new jock' bullshit. But that ain't what you really want, is it? You want this." He opened his pants to reveal an enormous soft cock. It must have been 6-7" long, thick and veiny, with a massive foreskin hanging off the tip.
I just stared at it. I was hard before, but seeing that monster sent my boner into overdrive. I didn't know what to say, so I asked him: "Should I try on the new jock?"
He slapped it out of my hand and said: "No you little white fag boy. You think you'd look good in a black jock, but I think a black jock would look better in you. Now get on yo' cocksuckin knees."
I did as I was told as he mashed his hardening dick against my face. I immediately went for the head, shoving my tongue into his foreskin as deep as I could. I loved uncut dick, and hadn't had any since I'd been sucking cock in the bathroom at college. I used both hands to caress the rest of his massive shaft, rubbing it against my face.
"Yeah bitch, clean my cockskin out, suck that shit good." he told me. I did my best to follow his instructions and tongued his foreskin deeper and deeper, tasting the strong flavor of his manhood. His horsedick was getting fatter and thicker the whole time, and I backed off slightly only to be amazed by his semi-hard length of what had to be at least 10". I tried to push his foreskin back but there was a ton of it, so I shoved by tongue back in once I could see dickhead and started tonguing all over the head of his cock. I let go and his foreskin rolled back over most of my tongue. It tasted so fucking good.
"YEEAAahh, yeaahhh..." he moaned, "you love sucking my big nigga dick don't you you faggot whiteboy cocksucker'." I moaned yes, as best I could with a foreskin almost completely covering my tongue.
By now he was fully hard, and I could only marvel at the size of his massive schlong. It was at least a foot long. 12+ solid inches of hard uncut black dick right in my face. His foreskin still completely covered the head, but now I was able to get it back over his dick without much trouble. I dove down on his dick as best I knew how.
He grabbed both sides of my head and started to shove his dick in and out of my mouth. His massive cock rammed the back of my throat, and it hurt bad. I had just been skullfucked less than 24 hours ago, when Kyle's fat cock buried itself to the balls in my throat. It hadn't quite recouped, but this guy didn't know that and I doubted that he would have cared. All I could really think about besides how bad it hurt my throat was that I couldn't breathe. His massive cock was completely shutting off my ability to take in air, and was so deeply in that even when he pulled part of his huge cock out, there was more than enough in there to choke me. My eyes were bugging out and tears were running down my face. But he just held on to my head and jackhammered my face with his cock, going in harder and deeper every time. My throat was being unnaturally forced open, and I was gagging. He just laughed at the sound.
"Yeah choke on that shit faggot! What, too big for your faggot pussy mouth? Well, then I hope you got it real wet. If not, I'd hate to be your pussy ass right now!"
He shoved me backwards and I fell against the wall of the changing stall. He lifted my legs up over my head, and knelt on the ground. I looked over and saw feet shuffling around outside the changing room area. Anyone that came in and heard something strange would easily look over soon see a giant black dick raping my asshole under the door. That didn't seem to matter to him though, as he forced his dick into my asshole brutally. My ass was still sore, but luckily for me it hadn't been too long ago that I'd been fucked so I was somewhat looser than I would normally have been. Not loose enough, though. When his monster cock rammed into me, I couldn't help yelling in pain. But he slapped my face and gave me a terrifying glare.
"You best shut the fuck up faggot, or Im'a beat the shit out of yo' ass when I'm finished fuckin' it." He angrily told me.
I was crying, it hurt so bad and I couldn't help it. He covered my mouth with his big black hands, which pressed my head against the side of the wall. All in all, it was an extremely uncomfortable position. All of that was more of a sidenote though to the agony that was my asshole at the moment. A foot of black dick was busy plunging itself in and out of my asshole, brutally raping the shit out of my ass. My asshole was on fire, my stomach felt like it was being stabbed with a baseball bat. But there was nothing I could do, and he couldn't have cared less. He started pistoning my ass as fast as he could, moaning the whole time. For as much pain as I was in, he was obviously in great pleasure.
He continued to fuck me like that for about 5-10 minutes, I was in too much agony to really have a good track of time. Suddenly, he told me to get up. I could barely move, but managed to get to my feet. He pushed me forward onto the bench, and I held myself up on my hands.
"Yea, thats better.. I'll be able to get deeper in now if I do you from behind." he said, mostly to himself.
I couldn't believe that his dick could possibly get any deeper than it just had been, but I soon found out that I was wrong. His cock shoved into me at a new angle, and forcefully slid all the way into me. I knew it was all the way because I felt his giant balls slap against my ass. He started to get going again, and slowly but surely this new position started to work a little better. His dick now had more of a straight shot into my ass, and even though my asshole was still struggling to stay in one piece, the full length of his huge cock was now rubbing along my prostate with every thrust. Before I knew it, my boner was back to full mast, apparently enjoying the assfucking I was receiving. I thought about how strange it was that my dick was actually wired to enjoy this, that while other men lusted after women and pussy, my dick lusted after getting painfully and brutally assraped in the middle of roads and sports store changing rooms. Kyle had been right about me all along.
The fucking sped up, and the guy doing me started moaning a little bit louder.
"Ohhh...OHHhh...fuck yea FAGgot....unnhhh....take my big dick....little white bitch.....unnhh....gonna get my....big load!!"
He pulled out and pulled me to the floor. He moved around me and jerked off for about 2 seconds before his massive cumshot hit me across the face, right in the eye. Half blind, I saw the rest of his load come flying out of his massive cock, completely soaking my face and shirt. I opened my mouth, and he aimed his dick at it, but it was way too much cum for me to be able to swallow it quickly enough and it continued to pour down my chin and onto my shirt. He finished cumming, slapped his dick on my face a couple of times, then put it away and zipped up very quickly.
"Enjoy your new jock fag boy." He said without even looking at me, then opened the door and left.
I looked at myself in the mirror of the changeroom, completely soaked in his massive load. I wiped what I could off my face and ate it, and opened my eye, which was now completely red and bloodshot. There was no way I could get the rest of his cum off my shirt, so I just walked, or really hobbled, back out into the store. Shane was standing there, waiting for me to come out with a big smile on his face.
"Wow, you look like you had a good time. That is, for a faggot." He laughed.
"Could you see what was going on in there?" I asked him, unsure of what kind of spectacle it was.
"Of course I could, moron! You guys were doing it on the floor! Anyone that looked in the dressing room area could see what you were doing! I saw him take you in there so I came over to see what was up and man, you really are a cockhungry little bitch! Seducing the sales clerk! What a faggot!" he continued to laugh at me.
"Well, I got your jock. Do you want it?" I asked him.
"Hahaha. You're so stupid. You really thought I didn't know what size I wear? I went and got the one I wanted when you were in there getting your ass raped for the last 20 minutes. Now take it up to the register and pay for it." He instructed me.
I noticed that he had bought himself all sorts of expensive underarmour clothes and some wristbands with my money as well. I sighed, resigned to the fact that I was going to be doing what he said regardless, so I took the jock he had picked out to the register and paid for it with the 10 dollars of my own money that he had given me to buy it with. The middle-aged man at the register looked me up and down, seeing and smelling the cum soaked into my shirt and neck, and probably in my hair that I didn't see in the dressing room, as well as my freshly cummed-in eye, and gave me a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.
"Here's your stuff. Get the fuck out of this store, and get yourself cleaned up. You should be ashamed of yourself." he told me.
He was right. I should have been ashamed of myself. But for all the shame and embarassment, I was still incredibly horny about the whole experience. We got in the car and drove back to Kyle and Shane's house. I gave Shane the bag with his new jock, and he brough that and his other stuff upstairs. I stripped back down to my jock like Kyle had told me to, and Shane came back downstairs shirtless.
"Watching that sales guy fuck your faggot ass got me horny. So I'm gonna let you blow me now." Shane told me. He went over and sat on the couch and waited for me to come over to him. I got on my knees for him, and once again looked over his beautiful teen jock body.
"Well, faggot? What are you waiting for? Suck my dick!" He demanded.
I reached up to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off him. He was sitting there in his grey underarmour briefs, his clearly large boner straining the pouch. I eagerly pulled his briefs waistband under his balls and surveyed a beautiful sight. His dick was probably just under 7" long, fat and cut just like Kyle's. His balls were big, full, and hairless. A tiny patch of pubes was right above his dick, amusingly trimmed and kept neat even though there was probably barely any to begin with.
He looked down at me again. "Suck it!!"
I moved forwards and went down on him. A kid who had once respected me, looked up to me, now saw me for exactly what I was. A cocksucking faggot that he was better than in every way, that he could use whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. Who know had no problem stealing my money, humiliating me in public, and making me suck his cock. Who was now just one more in a line of real men who had made me their bitch. But first and foremost, I was Kyle's bitch. And while I sat there on my knees, blowing his little brother, I heard Kyle, Tyler, and Mike coming back in...
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