I stand in the viewing area watching James swim, like I do every Saturday. He is part of a private swim club, and he is here with his swim team every morning. They will swim until 9:30am, and then the pool is opened for public use. I watch James swim with his team, and I hope this time he will notice me, but I know he probably won't; he never does.
I watch as he gets out of the pool, water rushing down his 12-year-old body, pulling himself up by his arms. He lifts his legs up under him, putting himself into a squatting position, and his tight ass is barely contained by the blue speedo he is wearing. James gets out of the pool and walks to the hot tub, chatting with his teammates as he goes. For a moment I take in the beauty of the scene before me. James is smiling and carefree, the epitome of happiness, and the boys around him hang on his every word. For a moment I allow myself to image myself there in James' circle, happy like the rest of them.
Before I know it they are at the hot tub, and I snap back to reality. I race to the changerooms and get dressed as quickly as a I can, not bothering to cover myself as I do, it is 9:30 and I have less than 10 minutes before James will leave.
"Hey Max" I hear Jakob Bielski say from behind me as I am pulling up my swim trunks. I jump, and pull my trunks up with haste, embarrassed that Jakob has seen my ass. I turn to face him, quickly stuffing my things into my locker as I do, not wanting to miss my chance to see James.
12-year-old Jakob is beautiful. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and soft skin. He has the beginning of muscle definition, and his voice is beginning to drop. He smiles at me, momentarily distracting me. "You in a rush?" He asks, and I take a moment to respond, not being used to boys talking to me.
"N-no, I am just wanting to swim real bad." I blush as I lie, knowing that I am acting very strange, and hoping Jakob drops the subject. I can't explain why I want James to notice me so badly, but I am desperate for his attention. He is so nice and kind, and everybody looks up to him. I have never met somebody so sweet in my life, and I want him to be my friend. When I look at him I feel warm, and everyone around him is always happy. I know that if I can just get him to notice me that I can be his friend too. James doesn't discriminate, he is friends with everybody. I am terrified to mess this up though, which is why I haven't said hello yet.
I know that I can't explain any of that to Jakob without sounding strange, or worse, gay. So, I slam my locker shut, and leave swiftly, saying, "Catch ya later!" Over my shoulder as I leave, hoping that Jakob forgets the interaction.
I rush out to the hot tub and stop at a nearby pillar just a few feet away from the hot tub. The pillar partially covers me from view as I scan the hot tub for James, and I see him surrounded by his friends, talking and laughing. I feel a pang of envy course through me as I watch him, and I wonder why I can't have the same thing. I am determined more than ever to make a move and I slowly walk up to the hot tub. I decide that the best way to join the group is to just tell a joke like they are, and then maybe I can make them all laugh and they will accept me. I comb through my brain searching for the best thing to say, and all I can think of are some of the jokes that my dad tells. I enter the hot tub, feeling the hot water on my skin, and wade over to the boys. None of them notice me at first, and I wait for a gap in the conversation to tell my joke.
The boys donç¨ seem to ever stop talking, so I just decide to blurt out my joke, cutting them off. "Hey, why are gays happy to have nutsacks? Cause they use them as mud flaps!" I say quickly and loudly, and a few of the guys let out a soft chuckle, but mostly there is an awkward silence. James is looking at me with a frown and a small smile, as if he thinks IçĽ peculiar. I think maybe I have delivered the joke wrong and quickly say, "What did one gay sperm say to the other? How do we find an egg in all this shit?" I laugh at my own joke, and say " Fucking fags, right?" And the group is dead silent. I look as James, and he is glaring at me, his eyes cold, and I am filled with dread as I realize that I have said the wrong thing.
"That's not cool Max, we don't make jokes about other people". James says, his voice hard and angry.
I am embarrassed and I say "Who the fuck cares about fags anyway? Are you a fag James?" I say, regretting what I say instantly. A couple of the boys who chuckled at my first gay joke laugh again, and James looks less mad and is starting to look a little sad. His eyes soften a bit and with a quiet voice he says, "You must live a sad life to have to mock somebody else to make yourself feel better. I'm done here." And with that he gets up and walks out, and I feel angry at him for leaving.
The other boys all silent as James leaves, and they quietly get out of the hot tub too, walking around me without a word, I feel ashamed and stupid for how I acted, and I am mad at myself for mocking the one person who I wanted to be friends with. I move to the edge of the hot tub and sit down, and with my eyes cast downward, I start to cry. After a moment I see someone in my peripheral vision take a seat beside me, and I feel an arm wrap around me.
"Some boys can be such bitches. I thought your jokes were pretty funny, Max. Did you come up with them yourself?" I hear Jakob say, and I look at him in surprise.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask, truly dumbfounded.
"I told you, those jokes were funny as hell dude, and you deserve mad props. Those boys are too sensitive, but you and me, we're real men." Jakob says, and I start to feel a bit better.
I laugh a bit and say, "You're right, I don't know what I was thinking, those dumb fucks are way too sensitive, who needs em?" I say, looking at Jakob to see if I have gone too far.
He laughs and says, "You're a funny little dude. You wanna hang out sometime?"
I smile at him, feeling much better than before and ask, "Are you sure that you want to hang out with me? You donç¨ have to because you feel sorry for me or anything."
Jakob squeezes my shoulder reassuringly, "I have a feeling that we are going to be great friends Max." And at that moment I know that I will do anything for Jakob, the boy who saved me from humiliation.
Jakob and I become good friends, and we hang out all the time. We live only a block away from each other, and I wonder how we never crossed paths before this. We do everything together, from playing video games to mocking fags together. I stop going to the pool every morning to look for James, and I have all but forgotten about him. I no longer want to be his friend, but I do want him to feel the same humiliation that he made me feel.
I walk home from Jakob's home once, and I see my Dad's police car in the driveway. I feel a knot in my stomach as I get closer to the house, and I think about turning around and going back to Jakob's house. I hate it when my Dad is home because I am always worried about what mood he might be in, and if he is drunk or not. My Dad is 35 years old and has raven black hair. He is very well built and is 5'10. His arms and legs are covered with dark black hair and he always seems to have a prominent 5 o'clock shadow. I walk in the front door and trip over garbage bags. I frown and look at them, and realize that they are full of my stuff, mostly my toys.
"Max, is that you?" My dad yells from upstairs, and I know that he is in my room.
"Yes Dad, it's me." I yell back and walk past my things and up to my room, dreading what is waiting for me there. I walk into my room, and it is like a bomb went off. My dad is at my dresser, pulling my clothes out of my drawers and throwing them onto the floor. He turns and looks at me as I enter the room, holding something in his hand.
"What the hell is this?" My dad yells and throws the paper in his hand at me. My stomach lurches as I recognize the paper. It is a picture that I had taken of Jakob as he was changing. My dad won't let me have a cell phone, so snuck an old camera into the changerooms and snapped a photo. I printed the picture off on my Dad's computer and used it for jack-off material. I had it hidden under my mattress so that it wouldn't be found.
"It's not what it looks like Dad. Jakob asked me to take that photo because he had a bump on his ass and he was afraid to ask his mom to look at. It was just a pimple though, and I must have forgotten to shred the paper." I say quickly, hoping he will accept the lie. The rooms spins as I look at my Dad, and I can tell that he doesn't believe me. He steps forward and punches me in the gut.
"Don't fucking lie to me boy." He says, sounded disgusted. "I won't have a fag in my house. This ends now. No more of this shit, and it's time for you to man up. You need to clean up this mess, and throw out all of your faggy shit. I don't want to see toys, or any more of these girly shirts." He says as he throws a plain red shirt at me that has faded a tiny bit from the wash. He leaves my room and I sob in relief. For a moment I thought that I would be homeless. I cry for a bit, and I spend the rest of the evening cleaning my room, and discarding all of my toys, and anything that even looked slightly gay. I carry all of my stuff out to the garbage bins and feel remorse for having been so careless.
Later that evening my Dad apologizes for hitting me and tells me that if I hadn't acted gay he wouldn't have had to hit me. He lectures me again on the importance of being straight, and I go to bed exhausted and depressed.
The next day I get a call form Jakob. "Dude, you have to come over this afternoon, I have the best surprise for you."
"What is it?" I ask, feeling some of the life return to me as I get excited.
"Nope, you have to experience this for yourself, but trust me, this is better than anything you have ever felt before!" He exclaims, and hangs up, leaving me excited and extremely curious about what was going to happen.
I am too excited and spend the day watching the clock, waiting for the afternoon, I make it until 12:45 before I get on my bike and race to Jakob's house. When I am nearing his house I slow down and see a boy a bit younger than myself walking around the side of Jakob's house. I throw my bike down on the ground in Jakob's front yard, and follow the boy, wondering what he might be doing. The boy goes to the back door of the house, and lets himself in. I am not normally the type to sneak around, but my curiosity has the better of me and I look through the window and see the boy going down the stairs, heading to Jakob's room.
I move to the side and look though the basement window, and see Jakob sitting on the couch in the rec room, playing x-box. The boy comes in, and Jakob says something without looking at the boy. The boy quickly rushes over to Jakob and kneels down in front of him. The boy begins to undo Jakob's pants and pulls his cock out, and I gasp. I can't believe what I am seeing, and I feel myself get hard.
The boy begins sucking Jakob's cock, and I can't stop staring. Jakob keeps playing his game, like nothing special is happening. I watch in amazement as the boy continues to suck Jacobs cock, bobbing his head up and down. I lean forward to get a better look and bang my head on the window. I freeze in fear as Jakob looks up at me and smiles. He points at the boy and gives me a thumbs up, and rolls his head back in exaggerated ecstasy. I smile and laugh at his goofiness, as he looks back at me and waves at me to come in, a sly grin forming on his face.
I get up and nervously let myself into Jakob's house and go down the stairs. My heart is pounding and my cock is rock hard, and I have no idea what to expect. I walk in the room and Jakob greets me, "Hey dude, have a seat". He pats the couch seat next to him, and I walk over.
The boy lifts his head up off of Jakob's dick, brushes his hair off of his forehead and says, "Hey".
"Bitch, did I say you could speak?" Jakob demands, lightly cuffing the boy on the back of his head.
"No sir!' The boy says and goes back to sucking Jakob's cock. I can't help but start to touch myself as I watch the show in front of me.
"Take your pants off buddy, get comfortable." Jakob says, and I comply. I feel a bit nervous exposing my hard cock in front of Jakob, and I wonder where this is all going, but I proceed anyway. I sit beside Jakob and he looks at me, eyes traveling over my body. He reaches forward and tweaks one of my nipples, a playful look on his face.
"Want to try him out?" Jakob asks me, and my heart leaps at the opportunity to feel the boys warm mouth.
"Yeah, let me have a turn." I say, mesmerized by the show in front of me.
Jakob pushes the boy off of him and says, "Stand up Max" while standing up and lightly kicking the boy to direct him to shuffle over. The boy moves and Jakob pulls his pants down, exposing his ass. The boy looks confused and says, "What are you doing?"
Jakob smacks the boy hard on the ass and says, "Shut up slut, you speak when spoken to, understand?" The boy looks at me, looking for support. I look at Jakob and he looks back at me, daring me to question him. I look back at the boy, my face full of resolve, and the boy knows that I will not help him.
"Yes sir, sorry sir!" The boy says, giving in to Jakob.
Jakob smacks the boy's ass again, and says, "Good boy, now get to work on my friend's cock."
The boy moves forward and takes my hard cut cock in his mouth, and I moan. I have never in my life felt something so wonderful. The boy's mouth caresses my cock and fills me with warmth. He is covering his teeth with his lips, so I don't feel them. I look down and see his lips stretched around my cock, and I don't think I have ever seen something so beautiful. The boy looks at me, and I look into his hazel eyes and smile in appreciation. I look up and Jakob is watching me, a grin on his face.
"Feels good, doesn't it man? I told you that you would love it!" I look at Jakob and see him looking at me in approval. I feel so happy at this moment; his approval means everything to me. I watch as he massages the boy's ass looking at it and licking his lips. He dives forward and plunges his face into the boy's ass, licking at it with fervor. I am torn between shock and disgust at first, but for some reason I am turned on by what I am seeing.
"Fuck yeah, get your tongue in there man!" I hear myself say, and Jakob lifts his head to grin at me before plunging back in. The boy is clearly liking what is happening because he is moaning louder and more passionately on my dick. I start to thrust my dick a bit, wanting him to take more of it in his mouth. The boy gags as I do, and I just ignore him and keep fucking.
Jakob gets up and starts stroking his dick and staring at the boy's pink asshole. I watch him staring, and I know that he wants to fuck the boy, and I want him to fuck the boy too. I can see him debating it in his mind, wondering if he should.
"Do it man, don't think about it. Just stick it in." I say, wanting to see Jakob fuck the boy. The boy tries to pull off of my dick to protest, and I hastily shove my dick forward, and the tip slides down his throat a bit. I am overwhelmed with pleasure as it slides in, and I push the rest in, feeling his velvety throat squeeze my dick. I pull my dick out and let the boy breath before I plunge back in, not wanting to give him the opportunity to talk Jakob out of fucking him.
Jakob lines his dick up with the boy's hole, and looks at me uncertainly while I keep fucking the boy's mouth, distracting him form what is about to happen. I am not used to Jakob being uncertain, and I don't like it much. I want to see him use this boy, and I smile at him encouragingly. I know that once he starts to fuck he will regain his confidence.
Jakob starts to push his dick into the boy's hole, and the boy immediately tries to get up, but I put a hand on his back and force him down, shoving my cock all the way in his throat to distract him. The boy tries to pull his ass forward off of Jakob's dick, and Jakob grabs his hips and pulls the boy back towards him, thrusting forwards at the same time, impaling the boy on his dick. The boy growls as his cherry in taken, and he pounds his little fists into the carpet. Jakob starts to fuck the boy, pulling his dick out slowly and then slamming it back in. I start to follow his rhythm, and together we pound both of the boy's holes. Jakob looks up at me, and I stare into his light blue eyes, and I know this is how we were meant to be. I know that I will do anything for Jakob, and I want there to be many more boys for us to fuck together. If I could stay here forever, I would.
Jakob continues to look at me while we are fucking the boy, and he leans in, and for a moment I think that he is going to kiss me. I lean forward too, pausing close to his face. I can feel his warm breath on my lips as I look at him, and I want to kiss him more than anything. But Jakob just smirks at me and moves back, increasing his pace.
Jakob is fucking the boy faster now, and I can't keep up to his pace. I try to hold on as long as I can, but I feel my orgasm coming. I think about how I almost kissed Jakob and I cum into the boy's mouth. Without being told he licks the cum off of my dick and swallows my load.
Jakob is not far behind me, and I watch his hips slamming into the boy's ass, making it ripple. Jakob lets out a load roar as he cums in the boy' ass. He pulls out and spins the boy around, smashing his head into his dick. The boy licks the cum off of Jakob's dick, and I am treated to a view of the boy's gaping hole, which is slowly closing. I can't help myself and I stick a finger in the boy's warm hole, scooping some cum out of it. I bring the finger to my mouth and taste it. I am pleased that I finally get to taste Jakob's cum, even if it is from another boy's ass. I lean forward wanting more, and I lick the boy's ass clean. When I pull away, Jakob is looking at me, that same smirk on his face, and I blush with embarrassment.
Jakob winks at me, and looks down at the boy, who is still on all fours looking dazed. "Get outta here faggot, we're done with you", Jakob says, slapping the boy on the ass one last time. The boy gets up, pulls his large clothes back on, and leaves without a word.
"Pretty fun, hey man? I told you it would be an awesome surprise." Jakob says to me.
"Yeah man, that was fantastic! Best blow job ever!" I don't want Jakob to know that my favourite part was eating his cum out of that boy's ass. I also start to wonder if what we did makes us gay, but I push the thought aside because I don't want to ruin this time with Jakob. "We have to do this more often. How did you even find that guy?"
"Yeah man, I've wanted to loop you in for a while now. I can't believe that I just fucked my first ass." Jakob said, looking at me blissfully. He cocks his head to the side, looking at me as if he is seeing me for the first time, "Who knew that you were a bit of a sadist? I never would have thought that you would be the one to be more aggressive than me."
"I didn't either, you just helped me out I guess. I feel like I can be myself around you." I say, hoping that I don't sound too sappy.
"I know you do man, and that's a good thing. I want you to be yourself. Just don't tell anyone about what we did today, especially not Carson." He says, giving me a serious look.
"I won't tell anyone, I don't want people to think that I'm gay. But why do you care about Carson?" I ask, getting a bit jealous.
"Because we just fucked his little brother dude, I don't want to have to explain that, do you?" Jakob says, and I look at him shocked. I know that I will keep our secret, and I hope that we will do it again.
James's POV
Max and his Dad arrive at my house about ten minutes after I do, and I am an anxious mess. I am not prepared for this visit, and I know that I will have to be at the top of my game. My Dad gets the door and welcomes Max and his father, Guiseppe Moretti. My dad greets them boisterously, his voice filling the house with warmth, and I feel myself relaxing. With my dad here, I feel safe, and although I am worried about what will happen, I know with him here it will be OK. My dad makes some jokes, and I see both Max and Mr. Moretti smiling as they come in. I am always amazed at my Dad's ability to make anyone laugh, even Max who must feel uncomfortable talking to the father of the boy that he raped.
I look at Mr. Moretti and can't help but admit that he is a handsome man. His raven hair is now salt-and pepper, but he has taken good care of his body. He is muscular and well dressed. In many ways he reminds me of my own Dad. In fact, if I didnç¨ know better I might think that they were twins.
My dad moves them into the kitchen area, where my mother and I are waiting. In other homes you might chat for a while before dinner, but my mom is a straight to business kind of gal, and dinner is ready to go. We sit down at the table, and I politely say hello to Max and his father. Max's face sours when he sees me, and both of my parents immediately notice. Both of my parents are highly emotionally intelligent, and they can read a bad situation from a mile away. I will have to work very hard to make sure they don't notice any more awkwardness between Max and I.
We dig into the lasagne and salad, and my dad has Mr. Moretti talking about himself, while my mom is getting every detail she can. My parents are a perfect team in this way, my dad's secret to getting people to like him is to get them to talk about themselves, and to take an interest in what they are saying. My mom listens and asks very detailed questions. She loves little details, they help her understand people, and ultimately help her to help them. My mom is acutely aware of the needs of everyone around her, and always knows how to make somebody feel better.
I learn that Mr. Moretti is on night shifts right now, that his wife left him for the mailman when Max was young, that Max is a handful and that he wishes Max didn't spend so much time with Jakob. I learn that Max was teased for his large booty as a boy, and that as a teen it gets him a lot of attention from the ladies. I hear many stories about Max, taking in all of the details I can, and I enjoy watching Max blush with embarrassment as his dad tells one embarrassing story after another. I stay as silent as I can, trying to make sure that Max and I don't have any awkward interactions that my parents might read into.
My parents move on to Max eventually, making him spill every last detail of his life. I watch as he tells my parents about a girlfriend that he has, and I see his dad frown. Max tells my parents that he loves football and that he is hoping that he will get a football scholarship but he feels that it is unlikely when he is next to Jakob. I watch Max's face light up as my parents talk to him, and I can tell that he is not used to people taking a genuine interest in him. A part of me almost feels sorry for him, but the reality of what he has done to me stops me from feeling sympathy for him. He may not have many people in his life that care about him, but he is still a rapist.
As Max is talking to my parents, I see him constantly watching his dad' face, trying to gage his reaction. Mr. Moretti seems less than interested in Max at first, but slowly warms up to him as he talks. I get the sense that they donç¨ talk all that much, and that this is the first time that Mr. Moretti has heard some of the stories that Max is telling. I also get the sense that Max is desperate for his dad' approval, and it makes me a little sad for Max.
We finish all of the food, and my parent's and Max's dad start talking about my dad's new surround sound system. I see that my parents aren't paying much attention to me, and I look at my phone. I have a message from Preston saying that he is headed over to Jakob's house, and that he is going to try and get more intel for me. I quickly text him and ask him to find out as much as he can about why Jakob recommended me for football without being too obvious.
I suddenly get an idea, and say, "Dad, why don't you show Mr. Moretti the entertainment system? You guys can watch that show you downloaded, and I can show Max my new bike!" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, hoping that it looks genuine. My dad is already getting up, too excited about showing off his new entertainment centre to pick up on any awkward vibes coming from me. My mom follows suit, and Max looks at me suspiciously.
I get up and say, "This way Max." Leading the way to the garage.
When Max doesn't move his dad barks, "Don't be rude Max, get a move on." And Max jumps up to follow me.
We walk into the garage, and I check behind me to see my parents and Mr. Moretti going down the stairs. I pray that my dad can remember how to use the surround sound system on his own, and I shut and lock the garage door once Max has followed me in.
I turn from the door and see Max is facing away from me, taking in the garage. I take the opportunity to check out his ass, and I see why it gets him so much attention. The shorts he is wearing are so snug against his ass that they frame his ass perfectly. I can't see the top of his shorts, but his waist tapers in dramatically, so I guess that they must be loose around his hips. Max has the ultimate bubble butt, and I am sure that even straight men would want to fuck him.
"So, where's this bike at?" Max asks, breaking me out of my trance.
"It's on the side of the house, where I always keep it. We're not here to look at my bike, and I think that you know that." I say, trying to keep my voice calm and even despite the fact that my heart is beating so loud that I swear I can hear it.
Max turns to face me, looking at the phone in his hand, and says, "You can't touch me you know. So whatever this is we can just call it off. My dad is a police-" I get irritated with Max not looking at me, so I cut him off by smacking his phone out of his hand. The phone flies across the garage and under a stack on canoes.
"What the fuck dude!" Max says, looking shocked and angry.
"Looks like I can touch you Max, and we both know that you aren't going to tell anyone." Max's eyes dart to the door and back to me. I am standing between him and the exit, and he is beginning to see the predicament that he is in. We both know that he canç¨ take me in a fight. I tower over him in height, and although he is muscular and strong, I am more muscular and far stronger.
"Look man, it wasn't personal. We just needed to get off, and Jakob said that you wanted some dick. Sorry if you didn't like it, we won't do it again." Max says and tries to cut around me.
I grab him by the waist and shove him back into the room. He stumbles back and trips, landing on his ass. He quickly jumps back up, and I am impressed at his recovery time. The throws his fists up in defence, and I smile at him.
"Sorry if I didn't like it? 'Make him scream on my dick Jakob', isn't that what you said Max?" I say, imitating what he had said while raping me. "Does that sound like consent to you? Do you feel like maybe I enjoyed that?" I say facetiously.
"No, I'm sorry man. Just let me go!" Max says, and I can hear the panic in his voice.
I let out a small chuckle. "I didn't enjoy that, but I am sure going to enjoy this." I say, my smile widening. I love that he is scared of me. I love that I have an opportunity to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Max rushes forward again in an attempt to knock me off balance and get to the door. I slam my right hand into the top of his chest and stick my left foot to trip him as he stumbles back. He falls down again and scrambles to get up. I use my foot to gently but firmly push him back down. I would kick him, but I donç¨ want to leave bruises.
"Do you know what it is like to be raped in your own home? How I feel every time I walk by my living room? What it feels like to hide it from the world and pretend that everything is fine?" I say seething. I am so angry now, and I know that I am about to do something that I regret, but I don't care. I know that some part of me felt sympathy for Max, but it is gone now. All I can see is the vengeance I will take on Max.
"I'm sorry man, but this isn't going to make it better. It wasn't even my idea." Max says, and I know that his apology isn't sincere.
"You aren't sorry yet, but you will be." I say, looking at Max's ass, my dick hardening while visualizing what I am about to do to him.
Max looks up at me, his face full of anxiety. "You have to let me go, my dad is a police officer, and he is just inside. I'll yell man, I'll fucking scream. How are you going to explain this to your parents?" He says frantically, his voice full of panic.
I look at him coolly, wanting him to see that I am unfazed by what he has said. "Oh, I want you to scream, I want you to hurt like I did. And don't think that anyone is coming to save you; my dad's sound system is amazing, and the entertainment room is soundproof." As I speak I see Max start to breath harder, the panic setting in full force.
"As for what's about to happen, you had better come up with some way to explain it, or your dad is going to find out that you are a rapist, and judging by how you behaved tonight, you really don't want that, do you? I think that you are scared of your old man, even more scared of him than Jakob."
Max glares at me, face full of hatred, and his hatred fuels my desire to dominate him. Max jumps up with surprising speed and makes for the door a third time. This time I am less kind, and the cautious side of me is gone. I side-step in front of him and clock him in the face with my fist. He stumbles back, and tries to punch me. His punch is fast but sloppy, and I am able to knock his fist to the side and grab his wrist, pulling him towards me while simultaneously bringing my left elbow up and slamming it into his face. My elbow connects with his nose, and I hear a satisfying crack. I twist his wrist and spin him so that he is facing away from me. I kick out his knees with my right foot while still holding his right wrist behind his back. I pull up on his wrist with my right hand and push down on his shoulders with my left hand forcing him to his knees,
I let go of his wrist and shove him forward forcing him to throw his hands out in front of him to stop his face from hitting the floor. He is now in front of me on all fours, ass high in the air. I rush forward and yank his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing his beautiful ass, and I can't help but admire it. His ass is slightly hairy, and perfectly round. It has a few pimples on it, but that just makes it more alluring to me for some reason. Even in this position Max's hole isn't visible to me. I get on my knees behind him and nudge his legs apart with my legs. He starts to rear up, and I place my left hand on his upper back and shove him down. I hear him grunt, and I spread his asscheeks with my right hand.
Finally, I can see his dewy pink pucker, and the view in front of me is so beautiful that it is almost unbearable. His hole has a light dusting of hair, and I can tell that he trims because the hair is all the same length, and his fat, muscled ass cheeks are perfectly framing his hole. I push his lower back to make him arch his back, and he complies. I notice that he isn't fighting me anymore, and I wonder if a part of him wants this to happen. As I am admiring his hole I watch him clench down and release, making his hole tighten up and then relax, and I am overcome with lust.
I place my thumb over his hole, and he says, "Please..". I smirk, wondering if he is protesting, or asking for more. I push my thumb into his ass, and my thumb is treated to a tight, warm heaven. I move my thumb around and Max lets out a small moan and arches his back more.
"Please stop, I don't like this. I 've never bottomed, and I don't want to." Max says unconvincingly, and I couldn't care less what he wants. The internal conflict that he is going through is turning me on though, and I can't wait to turn him into my bottom bitch.
I pull my thumb out of his ass and line my cock up to his ass. There is a bunch of precum on the end of my dick, but I am not going to use lube. I know it is going to hurt him, and I am so turned on by the thought.
"Please man, don't do this!" Max says, but I notice that he doesn't pull away. I grab onto his hips and slam my dick into his ass in one single thrust. Max screams out in pain and tries to get away. I grab his hips and pull his ass back onto my dick, and he lets out a loud grunt.
Max's ass is so tight and hot, and the sight of my dick in his ass is enough to make me cum, but I hold off, wanting to make Max suffer, and wanting to enjoy his ass. Max's ass is so tight that I am forced to fuck him slowly for the first few strokes. He is shaking under me, and I think that he might be crying. I smile with satisfaction and start fucking him harder and faster. I want this to hurt him.
Max' ass is so hot, and his ass is so soft. My hips slap against his ass cheeks with each thrust causing them to ripple, and the hair on his ass fees so nice against my hips as I slam forward. His hole is gripping my dick so tight at first that I feel like it might break as I plunge back in, but it loosens up as I fuck him.
After about ten minutes of me relentlessly pounding Max's hole, he stops shaking and starts to moan with my thrusts. His manly moans are turning me on, and I know that he has started to enjoy the fuck. I reach around and feel his hard cock beneath me, and I flick it.
"You're enjoying this Max, I think you were born for this." I say smugly as I continue to pound him.
"Noć hateć"t!" Max says between thrusts, and I am so turned on by his denial.
"Really, your cock says otherwise." I say with a smirk.
"Noć ćşate it! Your dick---hurts!" Max says unconvincingly.
I pull my dick out almost all the way, and only the head of my dick is in his ass. "Want me to stop?" I say, and I am absolutely loving this. I never would have guessed that Max would like dick so much, and his humiliation is exactly what I need.
Max stays silent, and he doesn't move. I slap his ass and watch is jiggle around my dick. "I asked you a question." I say.
"I mean... you deserve to get back at me I guess. And we are already here. If this will satiate you, then whatever man. It's up to you" Max says slowly, and I know that it is killing him not to back up on my dick.
I slap his ass twice this time, harder than the first, and I enjoy watching his as shake. "I didn't ask you what you thought I should do. Do YOU want me to stop?" I say.
There is a long pause, and then, "No. I don't want you to stop." Max says it so quietly that I almost don't hear him.
I slap his ass again, and say "What do you want boy?"
"I want you to... to fuck me" Max says quietly.
I slap his ass again, leaving a nice red handprint.
"What do you want boy?" I say again, this time louder and more demanding.
"I want you to fuck me." Max says, a bit more confidently.
I slap his other ass cheek, making a handprint there too.
"What do you want boy?" I say in a growl this time, my patience growing short.
"I want you to fuck me sir!" Max shouts, filling me with satisfaction. I slam my hips forward and he groans. I pound Max's ass hard, and he backs his ass up to meet my thrusts. His humiliation and submission have me overjoyed, and I am ready to cum. I briefly think about flipping him over, but I decide against it. I want to breed him like the animal he is. I want him to know his place.
I thrust into him one last time and clet out a long groan as I fill his ass with my load. I pull my dick out, and take a picture with my phone. I spin Max around with some difficulty as he is a big dude, and place my cock at his lips. He pulls away with disgust.
"That was just in my ass, I'm not sucking on it now!" He protests, and I grab the back of his head and slam it onto my dick.
"Suck it!" I command, and he relents. He puts my dick in his mouth with a disgusted look on his face that fills me with pleasure.
"Lick it clean. Get all of your ass juice off of my dick." I say, and watch as he complies. His disgusted look leaves his face and is replaced by a look of animalistic lust. Breaking this boy is filling me with pleasure. I suddenly have the urge to piss, and I smile wickedly.
I pull my dick mostly out of Max's mouth, but leave the tip in. He looks up at me in confusion, and I say "Drink up". And I laugh as his face changes from confusion to horror as my piss fills his mouth. He tries to back away but I place both of my hands on his head and hold him in place. He is forced to drink my piss, and I am filled with pleasure. When I am done pissing I hold his head on my dick until he cleans it off with his tongue, and I let him go.
"You're a fucking bastard, you know that?" Max says, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt.
I let out a laugh and watch him get up. "You just better come up with and explanation for your bruised face. I'm really surprised that you didn't get a bloody nose." I say.
"Yeah," Max says as he walks over to his phone, and pushes the canoes over. "I'll say that I dropped my phone and when I went to get it the canoes fell on me. And I really thought that you had broken my nose when you elbowed me, but I guess it's fine." Max say, while tenderly touching his nose.
"No dude, it's not fine, your nose is so swollen and black." I say, laughing.
Max glares at me for a minute, and I keep laughing, and eventually a hint of a smile appears on his face. The moment of comradery is brief though, and Max's smile vanishes quickly.
"I can't believe that you fucked me man. You're lucky that I'm not going to tell my dad, cause he'd fucking kill you." Max says, and I sigh as I see him slip back into a state of denial. Watching him try to act macho after I have fucked him is turning me on a bit, and I make a note to fuck him again. Max gets up and straightens his clothes and walks into the house to join our parents in the entertainment room, and I follow.
When we arrive, Max explains the bruised face, and our parents seem to buy his story. When the movie is done we all stand up to leave, and I notice a large wet spot on the seat on Max's pants, and it takes all I have not to laugh. My cum must have leaked out of his ass during the movie. While our parents are saying goodbye, I walk up to Max and whisper, "Might wanna cover your ass dude."
Max looks at me in confusion for a second before his eyes widen in horror as he realizes what I am talking about. "Did my cum running out of your ass make you hard during the movie?" I ask, making Max blush.
"Fuck you dude" He says lowly, and I can tell that he is turned on. His dad calls for him and Max leaves, waling awkwardly to try and cover his wet ass. I laugh as he leaves, and he flips me the bird before getting in the car.
When Max is gone I think about what I have done. I revel in Max' defeat, and the internal conflict that I have treated in him. I know that he enjoyed our fuck, and I know that he will wrestle with that fact. He will have a hard time accepting that he is gay, and a bottom.
I realize that in a way I am becoming like those boys. I have now raped Max, and enslaved Preston. I realize that I am no better than them anymore, and I am okay with that. If I can get my revenge, I don't care what cost it comes at. I think about Max and although I am happy with the progress I made today, I know he will suffer more. I think about tomorrow and what the day will bring. I am nervous about football practice, but I am still determined to go. I text Preston to remind him that I expect a full report on Jakob in the morning, and a part of me is concerned for his well-being. The other part hopes that he is suffering. With that final text I go to bed, my vengeance partially satiated, and thinking of my last target, and how I am going to make them all suffer. My plan is moving forward, and despite the minor setbacks, I am well on my way to retribution.