Michael's Story

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. And is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains fighting, rough sex, and w/s between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

This story was inspired by a dear friend!

It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once again!

So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild!

Chaz

"Michael's Story" pt. 5

Brock, dismounted my sons chest and walked to the side of the bed. Ordering Michael to get off the bed as well. "K, Mikey, get up, and walk to the foot of the bed."

Brock then climbed up onto Michael's bed, threw the pillows up against the head board, rested his back against the pillows, spread his strong legs wide apart, then with the movement of his forefinger wiggling towards himself, he motioned for Michael to come forward.

Michael's appearance worried me. Now, not only was he over tired, and still feeling a mighty buzz from all the beer, he also looked as though he'd been to hell and back. The overwhelming abuse he had taken from his best friend, had done a total number on him, mentally as well as physically, still, Brock wasn't finished with him.

As Michael climbed up on the bed as directed, the finger that was just motioning him towards Brock, was now pointing straight down between his thick thighs, and massive nut-sac. "Crawl to me on your belly, Mikey, and place your mouth right here! Then clean all this goo off my pubes, you have to learn the hard way I guess, that when you suck the cum out of another dudes dick, you gotta swallow it ALL.......I mean, it's only right....ya know? Otherwise......you have to clean it up with your tongue...... like you're gonna do now!"

Michael tried pleading to his best bud, one more time. "Come-on Brock, just a few moments of sleep, PLEASE.....then I'll do whatever you want, I swear! Besides, that's fuckin GROSS, man! If we're best buds, why would you make me lick your dirty pubes, ya know?"

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, I was just sayin to my bro, that I haven't needed to use my fists on you.....once today.

Now..... here you are pissing me off!

The sad thing is Mikey....You wouldn't even be awake at this point, if you hadn't let my delicious juice escape from your mouth......but since you allowed that to happen .....and it got all over my bush, you have no option but to take care of it.....and you take care of it.... by sucking my pubes clean.......you get it NOW, faggot?"

Michael climbed up onto the bed, laid flat on his belly and crawled between Brocks well muscled legs....all the way up to his soft wet pubes.

Although he hesitated opening his mouth for a moment...as he laid there holding his head up, with his face just barely touching the cum soaked hairs.

It was his friend Brocks voice that motivated him to open his mouth and stick out his warm moist tongue. "What the fuck you waitin for Mickey......an invitation? Git claeaning......the sooner you do your job cleanin my bush, the sooner you get to give my brother Luke a blow-job, and the sooner we all get some sleep.....that's the way it works, Mikey!"

From my position, I could tell that my son wasn't sure what to do, and understandably so. Brock had already broken his promise several times, about letting Michael get some sleep, once he did that one LAST humiliating thing for Brock.

So I totally understood Michael's concern, as he looked up into Brocks smiling face, and questioned Brocks honesty. "Come-on Brock, you've been promising me all night that I could get some sleep, once I did this or that.......how do I know you're not lying to me again? You fuckin made me BLOW you, dude, and you PISSED in my mouth......why the fuck should I trust you now.....huh? How can you do shit like that to a friend?"

I heard my son wince loudly, as his best friend grabbed the back of his head, with a fistful of hair, and slapped him twice in the face. "You know what Mikey, I don't give a flyin shit whether you trust me or not....but I will tell ya this much......you're gonna do as I say ANYWAY....so, whether you believe me or not....doesn't really matter much....ya know? Now you get busy, biotch, and if I may make ONE suggestion......Jocks like me and Luke here, don't care very much for FAGGOTS that haven't learned there place.....I'm lettin you get away with bein so mouthy....because you're my best friend.... and part of my family.....but don't push me, Mikey......or I'll start treating you like I do all the faggots at school.......got it? So, unless you'd like me, and Luke, and the cousins..... to punch the fuck outta you....whenever we want you to service our needs......then you'd better learn real quick...........you better NEVER push my buttons again....ok, faggot!"

Brock then shoved my sons face into his cum covered pubes, and held it there....... listening as Michael began slurping away, and moments later he smiled, as his best friend began gagging, on the smelly, curly little hairs, building up within his mouth.

Brock gave his bro a very wide grin, as Luke sat there with his mouth wide open. "OOOOHHH MY GOD, bro.......Mikey's eating your fuckin pubes........and they're fuckin layered with your cum......Damn bro....you're good....you broke him, just like a fuckin popsicle stick .......oooooh fuck, man........another bet....you've won!"

But, Brock wasn't satisfied, I guess he felt Michael needed to be punished at least a little, for mouthing off to a straight high school jock, friend or no friend. "K, Bro...this is where you come in......I want you to get over here and drool some huge wads of spit....right on my pubes......I want him to be sucking on some hair from my nut-sac ....for the next fuckin month.....just for dissin me!"

Luke was all into it, he loved humiliating and using his power over another dude, as much as Brock, but without his more aggressive brother initiating the act, Luke, being less aggressive, rarely got to enjoy such pleasures. "Ooooohhh yeah, bro.....sounds fuckin awesome to me......I'd love seein our bud Mikey here, slurping on my spit, and swallowing it. But what about Mr. Fag, if I release him, he may try helping Mikey?"

Brock, found Luke's last words somewhat comical, as he laughed. "Trust me bro, even IF Mr.Fag, had the strength to stand up to EITHER one of us, he still lacks the balls. So just leave him sitting there....he isn't about to move.......but, maybe before you take my word on it, you'd like to place another bet!"

It appeared that Luke, no way, no how, wanted to make another bet with his brother, especially since he now owed on the last three.

As Luke took a stand on the side of the bed, where Michael was busy sucking the cum out of the pubes of his bud..... Brock smiled up at his bro, and nodded his head. He then pulled my sons head up off his wet patch of curly hairs, and gave his bro the ok.

Luke grinned back, then knelt over the vacant spot where Michael's face, had just been, and proceeded to drool his saliva all over the already damp patch of hair. "Sure hope you enjoy that Mikey......and if you do.....I have tons more for ya....as soon as Brock is finished teaching you how to be a sweet bitch......to us Claybornes that is!"

With the pressure of his best friends hands on the back of his head, Michael found himself once again with his mouth and nose smothered into Brocks thick pubes. "Go ahead Mikey, lick it all up, clean my cum and all of Lukes spit from my pubes, then just a couple more lessons......and we can all get some sleep"

I was not totally surprised to see that Michael was beyond the point of resistance, not at this point ANYWAY.......As he was just plain exhausted, and still buzzed from all the beer he and his friends had consumed. Plus, I guess it was clear to him by now, that nothing he could say, or do, was going to stop his bud Brock from doing whatever he wanted. We all watched closely as he began lapping away at his buds spit layered bush, without so much as an argument.

Brock then let out a loud obnoxious sound, while verbally humiliating my son, a wee bit more. "Woooohooo, check it out Luke, Mikey likes it! He's sooooo gettin into the taste of your spit, dude......looks like we may need to make this a part of his daily diet, huh? HEY.......why don't you offer some to Mr. Fag......if Mikey likes it so much....I bet Mr. Fag....will fuckin love it....ya know?"

I shuddered as Luke turned back to me, and gave me a vicious evil smile. "That right, Mr. Fag? You want some of my spit to suck on?....... I bet you do, you fuckin perv. You older fags love anything a straight jock teen will feed ya, huh?.....No prob with me, dude.....I don't mind filling your fuckin mouth with my spit.....just as long as you swallow ....after gettin a real good taste of it, THAT IS..... you sick homo!"

Luke grabbed a tight fistful of my hair, and slammed me sideways, then onto my back. As I laid there on my back, looking up at him, he came crashing down on my upper chest with his tight butt, knocking the air out of my lungs. Now straddling me, with his strong legs pinning me down, he placed his fists on both of his hips, and smiled at me wickedly. "K, Mr. Fag.....open up wide.....time to sample another one of my liquid specialties.....and if you liked the taste of my piss......you're gonna love this....I promise ya!........ Now the thing is.....I don't want you to be in a hurry to swallow it.....ok? I want you to wait till I have pretty much filled your mouth with it....then I want you to swirl it all around inside, getting a good taste of my awesome spit, till I give you permission to swallow.....you got that?"

I nodded my head, in compliance with the orders from the well built teen sitting on top of me. I then opened my mouth wide with regret, and watched as he leaned over my face and pursed his lips, till the first long string of drooling spit left his mouth, and headed towards mine.

I cringed when his spit landed in my mouth, and I had to stop it from sliding down my throat. At this point, I could only be thankful that it was just his saliva, and nothing more gross.

As his drool continued hitting it's target, my mouth filled rather quickly. And I struggled to keep from swallowing, holding my breath, and wanting this to end rather quickly.

Finally, Luke stopped, and looked down into my mouth. "K, now just swirl it all around, till I say swallow! Keep your eyes open, I want to see for my self how much you enjoy the taste."

The taste? All I can say is that it really wasn't as gross as one would think, not that I was taking pleasure in it....I just expected the taste of another dudes spit, to be far worse.

I certainly did get a good taste of it tho, as I swirled it around inside my mouth, but, surprisingly, it kinda tasted like my own saliva.....it was just KNOWING that it belonged to somebody else, that made the whole experience kind of sick and humiliating. And not just ANYBODY else, it was fresh spit from a tough Clayborne teenager, the same age as my son.

I patiently waited for permission from this well built teen, to swallow, as we gazed into each others eyes.

Luke, after watching me closely swishing his spit inside my mouth, as though it were my favorite mouth wash, nodded his head, allowing me to swallow. "Go for it, homo......swallow, and enjoy! I can't wait for you to tell me, how much you loved the taste."

Again, it wasn't so much the taste, as I swallowed the ENTIRE MOUTHFUL of the tough teenagers spit, as much as it was the humiliation of it all.

And even more humiliating, was that I had no choice but to lie, and tell this young toughie, that just inched him self closer to my face, that the taste of his spit was fuckin awesome.

Now with his large nut-sac less than an inch from my mouth, he waited for an answer. "Come-on you fuckin perv.....tell me.....you loved it....huh?"

"Ya, I loved the taste, Luke....it really was awesome, I can't wait till the next time!"

"Woooooohoooo!....... Yeah, that's what I fugured.....but that's it for now. But, I'll do you a favor and let you lap at my nut-sac again, while waitin for Mikeys mouth, k? You can get my cum all worked up, so that all Mikey has to do, is just suck it outta my piss-slit.......So go for it, biotch! Start lickin"

I wasn't sure what was going on with Brock and Michael, since the position I was in, laying there beneath Luke, the only view I had was a fairly large teenage nut-sac. BUT, I did hear the conversation between the two. Brock was explaining how he decided that my son was gay. "You did a good job cleaning up my pubes, dude.....I'm proud of ya.....it may take you a while tho.....to rid your mouth of the hairs....but ooooh well....next time you'll know better than to let any warm cum to escape your queer mouth....huh? Now I suppose you're wondering how I knew you were a faggot, huh? It was pretty simple dude, you're hands are all over my muscles, whenever we horse around or wrestle. You just rest your hands on what ever muscle I'm using at the time. Like for example, the other morning down at the swimming hole? When I had you in a body scissors??? you placed your hands on my flexed leg muscles.....and just left em there, while getting a good feel....... I mean man....you weren't even trying to pry my tight thighs apart. And the day before, when I had you in a headlock, you placed your hands on my flexed guns, and was actually fuckin massaging em for me, rather than trying to pry em away from your neck......and you know as well as me, Mikey, .... Only fags like to feel another dudes muscles.....and you do it all the fuckin time with me.....been doin it for years too......don't know why it took me so long to add TWO and TWO together......I guess because in your case, it kept adding up to FAGGOT, and not FOUR! And I just didn't see you as a fag.......So now that I'm finally convinced ......you can deny it all you want, Mikey......plus, the way you took to my dick tonight???? And then not even want to fight me, after I PISSED in your mouth......that is sooooo proof enough for me.....that you're a fag, Mikey, no way out of it. BUT, no need to worry, dude......you're secret is safe....we Clayborne's stick together! Only thing is? You and Mr. Fag here will probably have to take care of the cousins, as well as me and Luke, cause like I said .....we Claybornes stick together, it just wouldn't be fair, for me and Luke to have all the fun.....and not share with our cousins....ya know?"

It was the second time, I had heard Brock refer to my son as his cousin....and was puzzled.....at first I figured that it was just a pet name between friends these days, but then the term kept coming up, along with the remarks about my son, being part of their family, of course I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was up with that.

As I tried sorting things out in my mind, the sound of my son, yelping in pain, caused me to struggle enough against Luke's tight grip....... so that I could see through the corner of my right eye, what was happening to Michael.

Brock had both his fists locked tightly into Michael's bushy hair, pulling his face, and body up the length of Brocks tight abs, till Michaels face reached his best friends hard well defined pecs, then starting with the left one, Brock pressed the back of Michael's head, so that my sons mouth was covering Brocks protruding nipples. "There you go Mikey, you been staring at my fuckin chest for months now, may as well see what it taste like, huh? GO AHEAD, BITCH........suck on those fuckin hard nipples, get a good taste........before making love to my awesome guns. Yeeeeaaaahhhh.......that's a good little fag.....and don't worry....I'll keep my promise about letting you get some rest.....right after you're through slurping the sweat outta my pits! See, Mikey??? The thing is.....Luke and I have a pact.....I don't turn any NEW bitch over to him, until I have trained them properly how to worship a straight dude......and before you get any REAL sleep....I promise you this......you'll be fully trained to WORSHIP all us Clayborne cousins ......yup, trained real good! I mean jeeezz....... between you and Conner here.......none of us will have to wait after school, for some fag to come out, all we'll have to do is just jog over to our SWEET cousin Mikey's house, where we'll get all the head we want......ain't that right Mikey?"

I felt my heart literally break, from the sounds of my son slurping, gagging and whimpering, and not being in a position to help him.

I of course knew, from my past experiences with Austin, just what it was that Michael was going through at the moment, my son was feeling totally helpless, at the hands of a friend far more superior in every sense of the word....than he himself. I mean maybe my son is gay, or bi......and maybe he has been checking out his best bud, but Brock didn't really need to be so dominating, so cruel, so powerfully aggressive, but then again......he's a fucking Clayborne, one hundred percent, and that's what the younger Claybone boys do! They just feel being at that tender age, it's easier to use one of the schools fags, for total release of all those bunched up sexual needs.... than it is to use a teenage girl.

Besides, by using one of the school faggots, they knew they could be as sexually rough as they wanted.....with little to no concern for the fags comfort....and this power trip alone....was a major bonus to the oral sex....that all tensed up schoolboy jocks .....CRAVE so much, especially right after losing a game to their closest rival!

After lapping his best friends awesome pecs, and nipples, and being told to kiss his rock hard baseball size guns, Michael's face was mashed into Brocks damp arm pits. "There you go, Mikey....you finally made it to the top! Now lick my pits real good, oooohhh yeah, cumbreath, I sure can't get any girl at school to worship me the way you're doing it tonight......the way you're gonna be worshiping me from now on.......ooooohhh fuck yeeeaaahh, clean my sweat right outta there, you fuckin pigglet.....I bet that taste is mmmm mmm good...huh?"

After Michael was at it for a few minutes, and now slurping on the other pit, Brock pulled my sons face away, and humiliated him just a wee bit more. "So Mikey, is it the taste or the odor you love so much?"

Michael was quiet, his eyes half closed. It appeared he wasn't quite sure how to answer his best friends question. I guess him knowing his bud as well as he did, he didn't want to piss Brock off. "I don't know!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW???? .....Well then..... let's add some spice to it....shall we? Luke get over here and drool some of your tasty spit into this arm pit of mine.......and don't worry if you over do it....Mikey here is gonna lick it ALL out.....aren't you queer boy? ......It's a good thing you just love the taste of Luke's spit....huh?"

Before Luke could even push my head away from his NOW tight nut-sac..... Michael quickly gave His bud the answer he so impatiently waited for. "The taste, man.......it's the taste that I love the best.....and I love it just the way it is....no need to add anything....honest!"

With that sudden outburst, Brock and Luke both went into a fit of hysterics. "Well, that's very good to know Mikey, from now on....after every football practice......I expect you to be available to clean our pits....I mean the pits of me, Luke and our cousins. I mean since you love the taste and all, that shouldn't be a problem, ya know. Fuck, man, you should be ok with that, RIGHT?"

Michael slowly nodded his head.

Brock gave my son an evil smirk, then snickered, just before mashing Michael's face back into the pit. "Good......now finish cleaning it out......then it's my bro's turn to experience that awesome tongue of yours!"

With that said, Luke yanked my head away from his huge sac, and rammed his dick into my mouth. "Suck on it for a minute.....get it all worked up......I wanna be ready to blast my load right into Mikey's opened mouth.....while standing a few inches away. That way, we can all watch my warm, thick&creamy juice, gush outta my piss-slit...... and right into his cum craven mouth. Whadaya think...... wouldn't that be cool, huh, bro?"

Brock let out a very long "wooooohoooo......sounds awesome to me, dude.....just like you did to that queer kid .....Kenny Carmine last month, while his younger brother watched on...man that was soooo fuckin hot, bro"

Luke looked over at his bro, and raised his eye brows. "Oh my God, bro.....I forgot to tell ya....that very same night, Kenny's little brother, beat the shit out of him for the first time ever, and then jerked off in his face......the younger brother then bragged about it all over school.....the next day......isn't that fuckin funny, bro?"

Both teens spent the next moment or so laughing their balls off....as I worked over Luke's massive dick, first by running my tongue up and down each side of it, then along the underside, brushing my tongue heavily against the thick long vain, several times, before taking the huge mushroom shaped knob inside my mouth.

Then while sticking the tip of my tongue into the now leaking piss-slit, Luke let out several soft moans. "Oooooh yeeaah! That feels wicked nice......give my piss-slit more tongue, you fuckin perv!"

While brushing my tongue all over Luke's thick knob, and swallowing his pre-cum, I heard Brock give my son further instructions. "Good job Mikey, now you go over to Luke, and if you are as good with your tongue on him, as you were with me, then we can all get some sleep, but if he ain't satisfied with the service you provide him, then you'll need some more practice....before you go to bed....that ok with you, Mikey?"

All the fight was gone from Michael, as he looked up at his best friend with puppy dog eyes, that were half closed. "You promise, dude?" Brock half snickered, half giggled. "Of course I promise, what sorta best bud would I be, if I went back on my word, ya know?"

Luke, roughly pushed me aside, and stood with his well defined legs spread wide and his right hand cupping his huge nut-sac. "Come and get it Mikey, damn, dude.......you are sooooooo gonna enjoy this.....and I promise.... too!"

While Michael made his way over to Luke, both the brothers were laughing at Luke's comment.

Michael was so tired, he just stood there in front of Luke, kind of dumb founded like. And again the twins got a good chuckle at my sons expense, as Luke began shaking his head. "You see what my bro was talkin about, Mikey? What's wrong with this picture, dude?" Michael only shrugged his shoulders, as he struggled to remain standing.

Luke giggled in a childish way. "Well.....I'll give you one tiny hint, How you gonna be able to kiss my balls, from way up here, huh?"

Brock was way quicker at speaking up, than my son. "Punch em in the fuckin head, bro, he'll find his new position quick enough, I sooo guarantee that one blow from your fists, will drop him real fast." with that said, Michael rejoined the real world, and apologized to Luke. "Oooooo fuck.....I'm sorry, dude!"

Michael quickly took his place on his knees between Luke's wide spread thighs.

I was thankful that my son came to his senses before either Luke or his evil twin began throwing punches.

Luke's wide grin, as he looked down at his new bitch to be, showed that there was no hard feelings......so far!

"Go ahead Mickey, kiss my balls!"

Without any further delay, my son leaned forward and planted a kiss on Luke's huge, tight sac.

Luke only gave a smirk, then added even more humiliation to an already way over tired friend. "You can do better than that Mikey! You're gonna have to, if ya wanna SUCK MY DICK, on regular basis! Now KISS my nuts again, but this time.......give that kiss some tongue action.....I like lots of tongue on my nut-sac when some bitch is kissing it, ya know?"

It was easy to see just how much my son had changed, since his best friends had arrived. The wildness within him, had disappeared. Gone was the cocky, dominating toughboy, that raged into my room this morning and straddled my chest, ready to deflate his morning hard-on, and unload his first piss of the day.

In his place, knelt, a broken teenage jock, cowering between his best friends wide spread legs, ready to make love to the nut-sac of a teenage friend, much stronger, and twice as dominating.

Of course I felt sorry for my son, but maybe now we could get back to a somewhat normal relationship. Little did I know, that out of his friends sight, there would be a much angrier and far tougher son, Anxiously waiting to take out on me, all his pent up humiliation, frustration and anger!

Meanwhile, he knelt very submissively in front of his teenage friend, with his hands on his buds well muscled thighs for balance, and his face buried deeply into the rather large nut-sac of his well muscled schoolmate.

Without being able to see Michael's face, I could only assume, from the soft moans escaping Luke's vocal cords, that my son was now doing a good job of satisfying him. "oooooh yeeaaah Mikey, that's what I'm talkin about, dude. Lick my balls......ooooooh fuck......you are sooooo right bro, his tongue is wicked fuckin sweet.......that's it Mikey.....churn my cum batter......then make it boil. Dude? You are sooooo gonna love the taste of my fresh cream...... I swear......you'll be stopping me in the hallway during school, telling me you can't wait to BLOW ME!"

I felt terrible for all the humiliation my son was going through, and if I knew the Clayborne name at all......I knew these twins were soooo getting off on the NEW power and control, that they have so easily acquired ......... over their close friend.

The slurping sounds coming from Michael, were getting louder by the moment, as were the moans being uttered by Luke. "oooooh yeeeaah Mikey.......that's it.....keep sucking my balls......oooooh my God! ....Bro? I didn't even have to tell him....he just took em right into his warm mouth....and started sucking on them, using loads of tongue just how I like it. Man? He's so out of it......I bet he thinks they're like lollipops or somethin.......ya Mikey.....you love sucking on those lollipops...... huh? Bet they have a nice SWEET taste to em....huh?"

Brock decided to sit down next to his bro and Michael, for a better view I suppose, and was very quick to correct his twin brother. "YEAH RIGHT, BRO!!!!...... Sweet my ass!..... With all the jogging we did earlier today, and no shower? I bet there has to be a ton of salt on those bull nuts of yours....cause your balls sweat as much as mine do, and mine sweat like a pig on a hot summers day....but of course you know that....don't ya bro.....speaking of which.....it don't look like I'll be in any rush for you to pay up on the last few bets.....not with Mikey and Mr. Fag at our disposal now........whenever we're in the mood for some release!"

Luke gave his bro a sweet smile. "Thanks bro, you know how I hate doin that......I mean, that's a fags job.....not somethin we straight jocks should be doin....ya know?"

"Hey Luke, ease up.....you know I win every bet....so you shouldn't be bettin with me....especially knowin what the bet consists off! AND......before you even suggest it for the thousandth time.....I'm not changing what I want .....when I win the bets......I mean I'm only human, dude......and I fuckin love having my large nads worshiped, so if you're stupid enough to keep betting on shit with me....then you gotta pay up....like everyone else.....so don't go putting the blame on me.....when it's time for you to pay up....end of story!"

Luke just pouted, then took his frustrations out on Michael. He used his right hand to grab a fistful of my sons hair, yanking him roughly away from the large saliva covered nut-sac, while using his left hand to wrap around his thick meaty tool. "K, CUNT......it's time to taste MY sweet nectar! AND, thanks to Mr. Fag...most of the work has already been done for ya....all YOU have to do, is take that awesome lookin head between your sweet girlish lips....and lick it for a few.....paying a lot of attention to my piss-slit.....now spread those lips for me, you fuckin fag!"

It broke my heart to watch as a single tear ran down my sons left cheek. The humiliation of having to service his two best friends.....was obviously bad enough.....but add to that the name calling, and the extremely rough treatment he'd been receiving from his two best buds.....had to be very overwhelming!

Luke caught sight of the single tear running down my sons face, and wasn't about to let it run it's course, without using it to humiliate Michael just a wee bit more. "Aawww look bro, the little baby is crying, and I haven't even slapped him around yet!"

After the twins had their little laugh, Brock added in his two cents worth. "You know what I think bro? .......I think you yanked the baby away from his pacifier too quickly, he wasn't finished sucking on it!"

Again a loud burst of laughter from the twins, which in turn caused that single tear to multiply by hundreds.

Luke, seemed to get off on the sight of my sons crying, as he gave Michael a wide smirk, then proceeded to rub that awesome looking knob of his, that suddenly began leaking pre-cum....across Michael's lips, leaving a wide trail of clear wet goo.

I was surprised to see the dominating, tough, teenage, high school jock, that my son had become, kneel there between his best friends muscular thighs, and open his mouth wide, without so much as an argument.

Then Luke added even more humiliation by inviting his bro to help out a little. "Hey bro, lets say, you add some spit to my thick knob, I mean since Mikey loves the taste of it so much....maybe he'd feel better if I we offered him a little reward for his kind services.....whadaya think...... that should add a little extra flavor, huh?"

I guess Brock felt that it was a pretty cool idea, since he jumped, and was leaning over his bro's large cock-head, quicker than you can say `hey'.

Luke, Michael and myself watched as Brock drooled tons of fresh spit on Luke's knob, covering it completely.....then looked into Michael's eyes and grinned. "There you go, Mikey....your reward for being so SWEET to me and my bro! Now take my brothers awesome knob into your hot mouth, and SUCK on it real good, queerboy!"

It suddenly appeared to me just how tired Michael was, his eyes were so heavy, that he began having a real hard time just holding them open. As a matter of fact, they were pretty much closed when Brock ordered him to take Luke's spit covered cock-head into his mouth.

Luke, wanting of course, Michael's eyes on the prize so to speak, gave his bud an open hand slap, hard enough to knock the average dude out like a light......loud enough to be heard across town, leaving a bright red hand print on Michael's face, that was still there the next morning. "WAKE THE FUCK UP.........homo......or I swear I'll beat on you all night, only I'll be doing it with my FISTS.......not slaps!"

My son of course fell over onto the floor, from the powerful blow, but Brock was quick to grab a fistful of his hair and help him back up to his knees. His eyes were now wide open, and probably more so than ever before. The force of Luke's power slap, had Michael's eyes bulging out frighteningly, and within seconds, the tears from the vicious blow began trickling down my sons beautiful face.

I was quite sure that the tears were as much from shock.....as from the stinging sensation he obviously had to be feeling at the moment. Never in all the years of watching my son grow, had he ever been so submissive to a friend....nor had he EVER taken a beating from one.

He tried raising his hand to wipe away the falling tears, but Luke's evil twin Brock was quick to stop him. Gripping both of Michael's arms, and twisting them behind my sons back, holding them tightly, as Brock offered even more humiliating words to his close bud. "Uh uh Mikey, me and my bro get off on watching our bitches cry.....I told ya dude, you gotta learn your lessons well, if you wanna be one of the Clayborne BITCHES! Now didn't I?"

With Brock now standing in back of Michael, and holding his arms locked together, he acted as a brace to keep my son from falling to the floor again. While Luke pressed his spit covered knob against Michael's lips. "You don't have to blow me, Mikey.....if ya don't want......but the thing is......you DO want it, dontcha? .....Ooooh yeeaah dude, you soooo wanna taste my dick..... been wantin to do that for years now....huh? Ya shouldn't have kept it such a secret...ya know? We could've been filling your tummy with loads of our tasty spit, and piss, all this time. Well, anyways, now all three of us know it......so just give in to your secret cravings Mikey.....so you can get some sleep....go ahead....open wide, take that thick, spit covered knob between your lips and SUCK it clean.....get all of my bros disgusting spit off it....so you can enjoy the full flavor of my sweet tasting cum....k, Mikey? And another thing, don't make me punch you out, when I'm so close to getting off, that will only piss me off wicked......and you DON'T wanna do that.....huh?"

I couldn't help but wonder where a sixteen year old boy, would learn such crap, if not from his own dysfunctional family. I hated the Clayborne's now more than ever! They're name, money, dominating attitude, and physical strength, had now re-entered my life, in a way that hurt me even more...... than the abuse I took from Austin Clayborne .....so many years ago! They were now using my only son, who's my pride and joy despite his recent ways......and they were doing so, right before my eyes, using him....as their own private cocksucker.

Michael, still shocked from his best friends power slap, parted his lips, as the tears continued flowing.

Luke, was quick to give his new submissive bud a smirk. "Yeeeaaah....that's it Mikey.....give in to your desires, you fuckin fag! Go for it....suck my brother's spit off my knob real good.....and swallow it! I've got something waaay more tasty.....just waiting for your taste buds to savor.....come-on Mikey.....take it! So we can get some sleep.......I bet you can sure use that....huh...FAG BOY?"

Maybe it was the promise once again, of the much needed and way over due sleep, that had Michael slowly wrapping his lips..... all on his own...... around the thick mushroom shaped and saliva covered cock-head, of his close friend.

Luke, still not satisfied, even with my son submissively taking the wet knob into his mouth, and licking it clean...... grabbed a fistful of Michael's hair and quickly lashed out at him again. "You better listen up faggot, cause I'm not gonna tell you again.......I want your eyes OPEN, and on my dick.......I wanna see your eyes thanking me....as you eat my warm sperm....now open your fuckin eyes, bitch, and stick out your tongue so I can load it up real good, with my sweet tasting cum!"

Again, without so much as a dirty look, my son opened his eyes, then his mouth widely, sticking out his tongue to be used once again, for the sexual release of his well built, and extremely dominating friend.

Even as Michael submitted without a fight, Brock tightened his grip on an already tight hold of Michael's arms, causing my son to grimace from the pain. Brock then smiled into his brothers eyes, as Luke began pumping his mean looking love muscle, right into my sons face, letting the knob itself poke Michael in the eye, under the eye, on the cheeks, on the lips, and on the forehead, as he tried in haste to shoot a nice size load onto my sons waiting tongue.

After savagely and rapidly pumping his thick cock, for less than a few minutes, a long thick string of Luke's precious cum flew directly into Michael's opened mouth. Then as he looked directly into my sons eyes, he gave Michael a huge unfriendly smirk, and unleashed gob after thick gob of white paste, right onto my sons out stretched tongue. Once the tongue appeared as though it couldn't possibly hold any more, Luke, stepped in closer, and filled the cavity of Michael's mouth, with what appeared to be endless pellets of Clayborne seed. Finally after unloading his baby makers, Luke, looking directly into my sons eyes, gave him another smirk, and then permission to swallow. "There ya go, cum breath.........now EAT IT!"

But, before Michael could even pull his tongue back into his mouth, Brock yelled "WAIT" he then released his grip on my sons arms and moved in front of him. "I think this is a special occasion, and our newest bitch deserves a special title.

Brock then proceeded to dunk his own thick knob into the creamy spunk on Michael's tongue, and, with a huge grin pasted on his face, he wiped his cum covered knob along Michael's forehead and down his nose. "There you go, cunt......I king Brock, anoint you number one biotch of us Clayborne teens. Now you may swallow!"

The twins stood in front of Michael and laughed hysterically at Brocks comments, while watching my son gulp down Luke's copious load.

Luke slapped his brother on his back and smiled broadly. "Damn, bro.......I think our little Mikey is taking our sweet tasting cum pretty good for the first day....huh?"

"Ya bro, I'm proud of our good bud here, he accepted his place waaay faster than most of the fags at school. By the time we leave here tomorrow......he and Mr. Fag should be pretty much broken!"

"Awwwww come-on bro....Mr. Fag was broken almost immediately, he'll be no problem at all, and neither will Mikey. Which kinda sucks.....cause I was hoping to beat the shit outta one of em.....if not both!"

Brock turned to his bro with a confused expression. "Am I missing something here, dude? What the hell is stoppin ya from beating on either one of em, any damn time ya want? I mean I sure as hell plan to!"

Luke glanced over at me, and gave me an evil grin, before walking over and punching me in the face. "Damn bro!!! You're right again!"

The twins high fived one another, and once again they broke into a fit of laughter.

Luke then walked back over to Michael, then turned quickly to Brock. "Holy shit bro, the biotch is sleeping like a baby, think I'll wake him up with a couple of love taps!"

"Noooo.....leave him alone dude.....let's wait till morning and see how eager he is to give us each a blow-job.......before we beat on him....k?"

Luke was bumming, he sooooo wanted to get off on beating up his bud......why? I guess because he could. But, at the same time, he also knew that his brother Brock was way better at breaking closet cases...... than he was. "Sure bro, whatever you say, dude....but I seriously need to rough him up some times....ya know......I mean just for the rush and all....k?"

Brock walked over to lift his best friend up off the floor, then carried him fireman style over his shoulders, and dropped him rather roughly on the bed. "This is where I'm sleeping tonight, bro.....you get to sleep with Mr. Fag! And by the way, the answer to your question is ya, no prob......just as long as you don't break any bones, including the nose....got it?"

Luke was totally disappointed, I thought it was because he was told he wasn't allowed to break any of Michael's bones, but as it turned out....he was disappointed because it was Brock sharing the bed with Michael, and not himself. "COME-ON BRO, what the fuck......you always get to fuck the bitches first, I never do......I mean we should be rollin dice or somethin......but nooooo....you just automatically decide it's you......every damn time....and it ain't fair...I tell ya!!!"

I saw the look in Brocks face, and it was mean. Way meaner than I had seen it all night. He walked over to his twin, placed his hands on each side of Luke's face, and pressed inward, like he was trying to crush his brothers head with his bare hands. Then he spat several times into Luke's face. Then while still holding his bro's head in place, he watched as his spit worked it's way down his brothers face. "Tell ya what bro.....anytime you wanna fight me for the position of leader.....you let me know....ok? Till then....I'm still the boss.....got it? AND, as always....being boss...has it's privileges, besides....who said I was gonna fuck Mikey? I didn't....I only said I was gonna sleep in this bed tonight....and it just so happens that it's the same bed where Mikey happens to be......so don't get all fuckin bent outta shape.....ok?"

He then surprised me, by kneeing his brother in the balls, and watched as Luke dropped to his knees in front of him. I just shook my head in amazement......and rubbed the side of my jaw, where Luke had landed that power punch of his.

I was now struggling with my self....as to which of the twins really is the cruelest, but then again....did it really matter?

Once finally in bed.....I rolled over onto my side...still afraid of being alone with Luke, especially knowing how he loves to be a little quick with his fists..... and also thinking that Luke is probably gonna be wanting to release his frustrations, on someone.

I can't tell you, how relieved I was, when he climbed into bed, and told me to sleep on the floor. "No way faggot.....you're sure as HELL not sleeping in the same bed as me.....so get the fuck on the floor now....before I fuckin beat the shit outta ya!"

Not sure of the time, cause from the floor, I couldn't see the bedside clock, but I was awaken by the soft pleading voice of Michael. "Aaaaaawwww shit, man......please get off me Brock......please dude....it fuckin hurts wicked....ooooooooohhhhh my GOD...... come on, Brock....please get off me.....I'll suck your dick anytime.....I promise......but not this....please?"

The next sounds I heard were several muffled yelps of pain, and the rapid pounding of flesh against flesh.

Then I heard sounds that were much closer....it was the distingue sound of some one beating themselves off.....and then an angry voice. It was that of Luke as he jacked off.... "ooooooohhhh yeeeaaah....how's it feel bitch......ooooohhhh fuccckkkk ......keep begging .........ooooooh yeeaah......fuckin take it....cunt! Take my bros huge pussy-slayer up your queer ass....you fuckin faggot!"

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