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"Michaels Story pt. 8"
The partying continued for several hours, till all four twins had dumped their seed into either Michael or myself with Luke and Brock shooting their sizable loads four times each, and Garret, and Jarred twice each. Although Garret made it clear he wanted to save himself for later that night while he had Michael alone.
When it came time for Garret and Jarred to leave, I of course was the designated driver. I assumed I was dropping each pair of twins off at their proper ranches. However, I soon learned that Brock and Luke would be my guests for another night' .......even though Michael would be spending the night elsewhere.
I had mixed emotions about this bit of news. You see, even though I was slowly falling in love with Jarred's love muscle......and finally after all these years admitting to myself that I obviously am Bi if not straight out GAY......I wasn't sure I wanted to be forced into more gay sex....I mean I still have a position within this town and all.....and boys being boys, I was sure sooner or later, their bragging would begin.
BUT, speaking of bad news, what I was told next was devastating to say the least. I had no reason to believe what was being said, but it still hit me like a ton of bricks non the less......and after giving it some thought while in a state of trance....I felt just maybe there might be some truth to it.....but it still took some time for my brain to accept it.
I was busy getting dressed to drop my son, and his buds off at their ranch when I heard the ugly words for the first time.
The words that would haunt me for the rest of my life, were coming from Garret. "So Brock....when do we get to break the news to Mr. Fag? I think the timing is perfect Now if you ask me!"
I continued to dress my feet as I glanced over at Garret and Brock, wondering what was up now. Brock looked me in the eye and smiled. "Hey..... why not.....it'll get him nice and mellow for the long night ahead with me and my bro. Since you'll be training Mikey all night...why don't you be the one to share our family secret with Mr. Fag."
Now fully dressed, I stood and looked around for my keys. Garret started laughing which got the other Clayborne twins laughing as well. "Think ya better sit back down Mr. Fag....you're probably gonna take this news pretty hard." I looked Garret over from head to foot, he sure was a handsome boy, dark complexion from spending so much time in the sun, as well muscled if not more so than the other Clayborne teens... including Austin at his age. The famous Clayborne squared jaw, broad shoulders, a well defined chest with pecs that most teens his age just dream about having, protruding nipples, a tight six-pack that was damn close to becoming an eight-pack, and of course a narrow waist sinking down into his unwashed jock. His legs like all the Clayborne boys were extremely well defined....with the muscular thighs much thicker than the average teen, then my tour was interrupted by his voice and cocky attitude. "Hey pops, when I said the word HARD....I wasn't referring to my dick...so look up at my face while I'm talking to ya!" His cocky and dominating attitude had everyone in hysterics once again.
I sat back down in my chair and looked up into his eyes submissively, waiting for the words that would soon crush me.
With an evil grin pasted to his smug face, I knew whatever it was that he had to say, he was getting way too much pleasure from being the one chosen to tell me. "Hmmmmm...where do I start......k....I know.....let's start with before Mikey was born.....story has it you and the Mrs. were having problems havin a baby......even had you praying for a miracle...then one day it happened...yup....a real fuckin miracle took place.....you know what that miracle was, pops? .......It was my uncle Austins thick cock.....your wife went and asked him for his help ....it seems she was in dire need of a REAL mans cock, so that she could get KNOCKED UP!" My first reaction was pure anger at this tough teenage football jocks insinuation. I wanted to jump up and pummel him with my fists for his filthy words about my dead wife.....but I was now circled by all four Clayborne teens just waiting for an opportunity to do more bodily damage to me...so the cowardice within me .....kept me seated, hearing him out.
"However, my uncle Austin wasn't so quick to honor her any favors....since she turned him down a bunch of times while dating you and even during your first couple of months of marriage, seems he wanted to show her the difference between a man and a faggot, but she refused.......he eventually decided to grant her the favor....but it would be under his rules! HE MADE HER BEG HIM....ya that's right .....you heard me correctly.....she had to beg him to FUCK her.....even had to get down on her knees each time.....and kiss his cock-head first......." This is where I flew into a fit.....screaming vulgarities at this young Clayborne prick, what right did he have to make up such a horrible story about my dead wife? But, before I even had the chance to leave my chair I had two pair of arms holding me down and one pair of arms flailing a pair of fists into my gut. All the while Garret continued with his version of what took place....meanwhile my son was sobbing loudly....not for my benefit ...I'm sure....nah it wasn't for me he was crying......it was hearing all this crap about the mother he loved so much....yet Garret.....the evil little prick went on with his story anyways. "Yeeeaaah picture it if you can, pops......your precious newly wed wife down on her knees....in front of the dude that fucked you're mouth so often when you were our age.....and she was made to kiss his cock-head each time she begged him to FUCK her.....and of course each time....he would grant her the favor.....and fuck her senseless.......for two hours at a time.... three times a week for the rest of her LIFE.....yup...you heard it right....that was part of his rules.....if he grated her the favor of fucking her....and if she got pregnant by him....she would have to pay him back by taking his cock three times a week for the rest of her life.....and she more than gladly repaid her dept.....I can tell ya that!.....She learned very well as time went on....just how to thank Uncle Austins dick....orally, up her ass...and of course in her twat.....THREE fucking times a week.....at the snap of his fingers! So...what we have here in Mikey?....... Is an illegitimate fucking Clayborne.....and it appears that he has so much of uncle Austins cum inside him....that he secretly craves for the taste of CLAYBORNE cum himself......aint that right Mikey?....yeah....you may not want to admit it at the moment....but you sure will after tonight.....THAT....I can promise ya!"
I was too dazed at the moment to look over at my son for a reaction to all this.....my head hung low...my eyes flooding with tears.
Somewhere in the distance....I heard a voice say "K time to get my cousins home....Mr. Fag."
The angry voice of Brock...wasn't that much of a distance after all.......actually......he was right in my face....bringing me back to reality. "Hey Mr. Fag......you hearing me or what? .......I told you to get your ass in gear!" This was followed by a nasty slap to my face that stung like hell. "Don't you worry Mr. Fag ....you'll get more dick......later.....way the fuck more....so cheer up.....and get my cousins home.....so you can get that mouth back here all the sooner!"
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The following is narrated by Michael.
I grew up knowing I was a little different from other dudes....ya I know how cliche that sounds.....and NO......I don't mean I liked wearing moms clothes or shit like that.....but I do admit to liking dudes that were tougher than myself.....and trust me...there were not too many dudes in town that were tougher than me. However, there were enough to leave me wondering what the hell was up with my obsession with them.
The Clayborne brothers.....two sets of twins......were my closest buds.....and they were also the toughest dudes in town.
Fuck.....not only were they the toughest.....these dudes were ripped with muscle ever since I can remember.....even way back in fuckin grade school......and man they loved showin off their muscle too.....I guess that's when my memories begin of my fascination with tougher dudes. These kids not only had a mean attitude, and a cockiness way about them.... but most importantly......they had muscle to back em up.....and when they accepted me into their very well known ..... `Claybornes do not harass club' I became the happiest kid in the world. Even though it would be years before me and them became actual buds and began hanging out together.
But....that didn't stop me from admiring them.......hell no!.....I even found myself secretly wondering what it would be like if I was one of the dudes they picked on. Ya, as sick as it sounds....once I hit my middle school years......I would even lay in bed at night imagining what it would be like if I was one of the kids they quietly pushed into the woods after school and beat up.
I heard many rumors about the Clayborne family....that they all were bullies....and often made other dudes.....even their good friends do humiliating things .... I mean like kissing their boots....lickin the boots clean......kissing parts of their bodies....sometimes even in front of other students. So in a way I was happy that I was one that they ignored.
I never knew if there was any truth to any of these rumors....till the first year in High School.....we were all like fourteen or somethin....and after foot balI practice one day I over heard Brock whisper to this other dude.....in the locker room "Todays the day cunt....me, my bro and my cousins are gonna be waitin for ya after school.....we're gonna take you out back and fuck you up good......you should never have made a move on Samantha.....You hear that, man.....n e v v v v a!..... Now you pay....and a word of warning....you either take your punishment in private......or I'll beat the fuck outta ya....and humiliate ya in front of the whole school....you got it?"
Brock then shoved the dude against the lockers and punched him in the gut......my eyes were glued to Brocks near naked body as he stood there in just his jock, his well defined chest pressed against the weaker dudes chest.....and I was in awe of Brocks perfect teen body and his dominating attitude...suddenly I so wanted to be friends with this dude. I guess my eyes lingered just a little too long, Brock turned and knowing I had witnessed the whole scene, smiled at me, and when he past me....he quickly locked his eyes onto mine and whispered..... "gotta keep these tough boy wannabe's in line .....otherwise they try stealing everyone's girl.....ya know what I'm sayin?" I just nodded my head and tried to fake a smile....scared that he was pissed cause I witnessed his abuse on another student.
But his smile remained as he walked past me.
I rushed out of school that day...so I could quietly follow Brock and his posse to where the fight would take place.
I stood behind a tree and watched as Brocks victim slowly approached him. Placing his arm over the dudes shoulder as if they were best of friends, Brock led the kid into the woods followed by his twin brother and twin cousins.
Staying a safe distance behind them I noticed that after they were well away from the school itself, Brocks arm tightened around the dudes neck, and his head was lowered to Brocks waist, forcing the dude to stumble the rest of the way.....as Brock punched the dude in the face several times.
Once deep in the woods, I again hid behind a tree and watched as Brock stripped himself of his shirt, then standing in front of the shaking kid and posing his well muscled biceps and chest. Brock began throwing punches at the dudes face and body till the kid was laying on the ground flat on his back.....with Brock sitting on the dudes chest in a tight schoolboy pin. Damn, man....that poor fuckin kid didn't even get one punch in at Brock.
I so wanted to get a closer view....and even attempted to do so several times....with all the yelling going on...I knew it wasn't likely now...that they would hear my sneakers crunching the dead leaves.
I was able to get a little closer so that my vision and hearing was a bit better. "So now that I've beat the shit outta ya.....you've got a choice....either do what I say....or my bro gets to go a few rounds with ya.....which is it?" the kid was pinned good beneath Brocks well muscled body and I barely heard his reply. "K, I'll do what you say.....just to get this over with...and I promise never to even look at Sam again."
Brocks face suddenly turned evil...as he lifted the dudes head up from the ground so that it was even with Brocks well packed crotch. "Kiss my crotch"
The dude hesitated.....but after seeing Brocks arm raised....and his fist clenched tightly...the dude leaned in and planted a nice long kiss onto the basket of Brocks faded jeans. Brock grabbed the back of the kids head and held it in place ordering the dude to keep kissing....while the other Claybornes stood in a circle each laughing their ass off.
Brock then called to his cousin Garret who was just as good looking and built just as strong as Brock himself. "Hey Garret, I think my new friend wants some of your feet action.....you up for it?" More loud laughter as Garret then stood on the side of Brocks strong thick thighs,,,,,and removed his cowboy boots.......with his left food covered in a white sock.....he held the foot over the dudes face...... "Kiss it.....yeah kiss my fuckin foot, dude....and keep kissing it till Brock says enough!"
Again with only a slight hesitation the kid lifted his head till his lips were pressed against the sole of Garrets foot, and kissed it over and over again....till Garret pressed it down hard onto the dudes face....and began grinding it in. Brock remained sitting on the dudes chest....smiling. "Open your mouth, Thorp......since you enjoy kissin it....may as well get a good taste ...eh?"
For the first time since this all began I heard actual words escape his mouth other than the uuuummmmphs....and aaaaaawwwwwes when Brock was pounding on him. "Come-on Brock enough ok?.....I did as you said and kissed your crotch....you beat me up good...I've learned my lesson......I promise I ......uuuummmmph"
I stood watching as Garret pressed the white cotton toes into the dudes opened mouth as Brock gave the poor dude further instructions. "Yeah....suck on my cousins toes...bet they're still nice and sweaty from today's practice huh?...........Oh yeeeaah.....wooohooo! look at this dude....he loves the taste so much he's freaking crying....real fuckin girly tears!"
Garret was also loving it.....as he and his twin laughed in hysterics. "Oooooooh fuckin eh! Lets just see how much of my foot you can take, K?"
In just seconds, the dude was gagging up a storm, choking on at least a quarter of Garrets foot.......and when Garret pulled out....the poor dude began struggling big time....trying his best to throw Brock off him....which only made the Claybornes laugh that much louder...with Brock asking the kid a simple question. "Where you trying to go, Thorp......don't you like the taste of my cousins sweaty socks?"
As the dude continued trying wicked hard to throw Brock off him....all four bullies continued laughing. With Brock leaning over and drooling his spit down into Thorp's opened mouth......opened...because Garret was leaning over him as well .....holding the dudes mouth wide open while he joined in and drooled some of his own spit into the kids mouth.
Brock now getting tired, asked his bro if he wanted the ring side seat for a while. Luke laughed and waited for Brock to dismount the badly beaten teen. Then Luke eased himself down on top of Thorp's chest and rested his own well packed basket right on the kids mouth..... laughing as he verbally abused the dude. "This is as close as you get to blowing me, Thorp.....that is till you learn to beg for it!" Of course this had all the tough Clayborne boys in hysterics once again. Especially when Thorp tried one final time throwing a much stronger dude off of him.
The final humiliation came when Luke asked Jarred if he wanted to add some insult to the humiliation Thorp was receiving. In a flash Jarred was pulling his tight fitting tee over his head.....then leaning down over the pinned dude with the outline of Luke's balls still covering his lips.....Jarred lifted his right arm and brought the hollow of his arm pit down over Thorp's nose. "Sniff em, Thorpy.....get a good whiff.......aaaawwwww yeah....inhale deeply.....yeeeaaaah! gonna make you lick em clean if I don't hear you inhaling them! ........OH YEAH that's what I'm talkin about, dude .....fuckin sweet, huh?"
When it appeared the beating and humiliation was nearly over, I backed my way out of the woods as quietly as I could.
The next day at school.....I looked at Brock with an all new admiration....I needed to become one of his close buds somehow..... just wasn't sure how.
It was again after practice inside the locker room, with Brocks locker only three away from my own....that I couldn't stop myself from taking peeks at his way awesome body.....cursing myself each time. Asking myself what the fuck it was with this dudes body that had me so intrigued.
Finally he was dressed and began passing me, then stopped dead in front of me. "So tell me Michael......did you enjoy the show yesterday......you didn't have to hide behind that tree you know......you could have came over and watched up close.....tell ya what....next time I need to punish someone......I'll personally invite ya along.....k?"
I was speechless to say the least.....even tried foolishly denying it. "I wasn't ......aaahhhh....... you know spying or....."
Brock cut me short...... "Hey Michael......it's no big deal....ok? I think you're cool...so I have no prob with you hanging with us....if ya want....I mean we've know each other for years....may as well become better aquainted....eh?"
Well the rest you've already read.....how do I feel about the latest
turn of events? I'm still not sure.....I mean I don't seriously think I'm gay.....Bi?.......maybe.....but still not too sure of that yet either.
I have strong feelings about girls....and I even get horny dreaming of certain ones at night while in bed. SO.....why is it I'm so attracted to Brocks body and tough attitude? Damn if I know!
Ooooooh yeah and while I have your attention....this thing with me and my dad.....you know......me beating him up and taking over the house....well as much as I love it....it wasn't my idea....it was Brocks......but now that I'm so into it.....it ain't gonna stop now!
So back to the story.....Garret, Jarred and myself are now inside Garrets fathers ranch.....and Garret seems to be in a hurry..... pushing me up the stairs to his huge bedroom. Me?....well I'm still totally pissed off at Garret...for the things he said about my mom ....but do I have a choice about being here.....well...maybe I did....maybe I didn't!
Now the thing is.....I don't have the same feelings for Garret, or Jarred or even Luke as I have for Brock.....and I have no desire to have sex with any of em either....but yet....something about being dominated turns me on......even if it doesn't apply to anyone but Brock.....if that makes any sense.
So once inside Garrets bedroom.....I look around in awe.....picking up some ideas for my own NEW room. Of course his work-out stuff is all up to date...and explains why he and his bro are so well muscled.....it was walking into a freaking well supplied gym...and that was only half his bedroom.
The huge bed was completely round.....never saw one like it....but I knew I wanted one. A large bathroom to the side.....and a whole wall just serving as a walk-in closet with mirrors covering every door of it.
I always heard that the Clayborne's were the wealthiest family in Montana, not just cause the grandfather is the State Senator and has been long before I came around....but because they had the biggest ranch in the whole state. No wonder they get away with so much.
Anyways.....I'm busy taking in the awesome bedroom, when Jarrod came into the room. "So bro......we sharing...right?"
It took me a moment to realize what he meant....then Garret politely answered his bro's question. "Dude?......How many times I gotta tell ya.......not this time......I want Mikey for my own pleasures.....you know how fuckin much Jamie goes away for long periods of time......man, she's away from home more often than she's at home.....and I get so fuckin horny every single time.....I need something that I can release my built up aggression on....and at the same time a decent mouth to get me off......now I have it....and I tell ya one thing....I'm not sharing it with NO BODY....got it now?"
Jarred looked like he was about to cry. "Damn bro.....we share every thing, man.......even Jamie at times....and she's never even known it........so what's so different with fagboy here?"
"Because bro......I wanna train him MY way....and I don't want anyone else gettin involved .....or trying to train him their way....I don't like leavin you outta things bro......but this one time.....I'm not sharing......and that's final!"
Jarred wasn't about to give up just yet. "Oh really? ...then whatcha gonna do when Brock hears about this....you know he's gonna wanna kick your ass....cause Fagboy was his first....and he thinks you're just using the fag for tonight."
I was getting totally pissed hearing myself being referred to as the fag.....and I was even about to say something to Jarred about this when Garret ordered his twin out of his room. "I'm not fucking scared of Brock, bro.....and you of all people should know that by now.......but whatever.......I'll handle that when the time comes.....but for now......you need to get out of my room......go get head from one of the ranch hands sons or something.... I just need some privacy, k? .......I just need to be alone with Mikey for a couple of hours or so.....ok?"
"Ok....so you don't wanna share the fag....I get it....but why can't I just sit and watch for a little while....what harm is that....huh?"
I had enough....and gave Jarred my dirtiest look. "Listen, Jarred..... you need to stop calling me fagboy.....I'm not a fuckin fag.......I'm just not too sure of stuff right now..... cause I haven't had any sleep for two days.... Brock took advantage of that...then Luke jumped in....then you and your bro........I'm just so fucking confused right now.......but that doesn't make me a fag....ok?.....It's just.....uuuuummmmmmph"
Again I was cut off......this time it was Garrets fist connecting to my gut......hard enough to send me crashing onto his bed....clutching my gut. "First lesson as my slave, bitch.....you never mouth off to my bro.....never!"
His punch was just as powerful as Brock's if not more so.....and as I lay on my back on top of his bed......I groaned in pain, trying to catch my breath.
I heard Jarred laugh. "Fucking awesome bro.....man? You nearly put the faggot out with just one simple punch!.....and I know it wasn't even your best shot.....damn, bro......you're working out waaaay too much. So wadaya say, bro....can I stay and watch for a while?"
"Tell ya what, bro.......you come back in an hour....and you can watch for a little while....but.....no talking....just watching....ok?"
"You got it, bro....not a word....I promise.....meanwhile.....guess I'll go down and find Tony's son, Grant.......work em over as a punching bag for a little while....then give em permission to blow me.....I love gagging the little fag.....cause I think he hates me.....but I'm tellin ya, bro.....he's getting wicked good at givin head.....you seriously gotta let him do ya one of these days......he wants to go down on you sooooo fuckin bad....you're all he talks about.....it's like you're his hero or something......that's why I use em as a punching bag!"
The two brothers got a huge long laugh out of that one....while I continued laying on my back.....rubbing my sore abs.
It wasn't until Jarred finally left the room that Garret turned around and mounted my chest, pinning my arms beneath his strong calves, then gently slapping my face over and over and over again. After what seemed like dozens of slaps to my face, he used the thumb of his right hand and the fingers of his left to pry my mouth open...... still with no words spoken he leaned over my face and drooled spit for the longest time. I tried so hard not to swallow.... not allowing myself to taste it either.....but soon enough my mouth was full of Garrets spit...... then holding his palm over my mouth he finally spoke. "I am gonna break you, Mikey. Before tomorrow night, before going home .....you will know me only as Master Garret....now swallow!"
It took me a while to allow myself to swallow.....but with Garrets palm over my mouth and his fingers pinching my nose tight....I had no option.....it was more the very thought of eating his spit than the actual taste of it that made me want to toss......but I kept myself from doing so.....for fear of another fist in my gut.
He sat on top of me, grinning down, watching with delight as I cringed at just the thought...... of eating another dudes spit.
I had no idea what Garret had planned for me.....but the words slave and calling him Master Garret were beginning to frighten me now ....as they hung over my head like a sharp pendulum.
What exactly did he mean by it......and now the word training came to mind....another word that scared me......what the hell was his intention anyway?
I looked up into his handsome face, fighting the urge to stop and glance a moment at his awesome chest and biceps, I tried turning my head to the side, so that I wouldn't have to look him in the eye, but my eyes came into view of his thick well muscled right thigh, with my nose and lips now brushing against it.
I heard a snicker and I looked up into his eyes once again...only to notice that a huge smirk had replaced the evil grin. "All in time slave boy.....all in time......you'll get to feel and worship every muscle in my body......but....only if you've been a good slave do you receive treats like that.....NOW......where do we begin? I know....let me here you call me Master Garret.....that would be a nice start!......go ahead....say the words......Master Garret......Master Garret.....say it ten times......then we'll move on to the next lesson!"
I fought to break free from his tight school boy pin....only to have him inch himself closer to my face....... "See Mikey....like I said....one lesson at a time.....I know how badly you wanna sniff my crotch.....and I promise you....that will come in time.....but let's get through this first lesson....then we can move on....ok slave boy?"
The feel of his tight bubble butt sitting high on my chest and all his muscled weight along with it......was making me feel warm and secure....knowing that as long as I was buried beneath him... like this....no harm could ever come to me.
What the hell was I thinking? I was becoming delirious.....I had to be....why else would I take comfort in the fact that having him on top of me like this.....would be ok?
I felt his first slap......then the second......the third...and my head was now spinning from the stinging power blows to my face. "Say the words Mikey......or the slaps turn to punches reeaal soon! Come-on .....say it Mikey.....Master Garret.......Master Garret.....now I wanna hear it not ten.... but twenty times in a row....starting right now...slave boy!"
I began saying the words he so wanted to hear.....and by the time I reached twenty....it began sounding more like a chant.
I felt his balls growing right through his faded jeans while they rested on my mouth......he was getting off on this shit....and it began to scare me even more.
"Now look me in the eyes and say the words like you mean it....do it.....slave boy! ......Who am I to you?"
I again looked up into his eyes......with fear this time. "Master Garret......to me.....you are Master Garret!" "Well done.....and don't you ever forget that...you hear?" "Yes I understand Garret"
A solid right to the side of my face instantly brought tears to my eyes. The pain from his power punch lingered, it even felt as though his fist was still connected to my face. "What was that slave boy....what did you call me?" I started to apologize when his left fist made it's landing on the opposite side of my face. Everything went black......when I opened my eyes...... I was laying on cold tile....I had to adjust my eyes to figure out where I was....something warm and wet was spraying down on me......I looked upwards and standing over me was Garret....pissing a river down onto me... "Open up slave boy.....time for Master Garret to revive you!"
I was shocked .......what the fuck was wrong with these Clayborne boys.....they are all fucking sick....I swear.
I kept my mouth shut tight.... that is till I felt his right foot bash into the side of my head. "One more time faggot .....open that fucking mouth of your's.....now!"
As scared as I was of Garret....I continued to keep my mouth closed tightly....no way did I want to taste another dudes piss again.
He continued pissing all over me....allowing me to win that battle by keeping him from pissing inside my mouth....but I had a feeling after hearing his next words....that winning that battle was going to cost me..... big time! "Ok, slave boy........it appears you love the feel of my fists.......can't say that I blame you......I'm enjoying this myself.....so shower yourself clean.....and call me when you're done.....you have a shitload of punishment coming your way SLAVE BOY!"
During my shower I had time to think, but the more I thought about this new situation I was in...... the more afraid I became.
How the hell did this get so far out of wack? ......Did my secret desires to be a part of Brock's world cause all this? ......How did Brock pick up on my secret all of a sudden? ......Why did Garret choose me to be his personal slave when we have a few faggots at school he could have chosen from? A voice on the other side of the shower curtain interrupted my thoughts. "Hurry-up slave boy.....I can't wait much longer, I've decided that you and I need to go a few rounds, so I've placed some wrestling mats on the floor.......just throw your undies on...no need for anything else."
I started to panic.....mixed emotions were scrambling through my mind.....me against Garret....would be like a total squash job.....there was no way that I stood any type of a chance.
On the other hand.....wasn't this part of my desire to feel the power behind a dude tougher than me?........BUT GARRET CLAYBORNE?...... No way! He's way too mean and sadistic.... on the other hand..... he is good looking and has the same wicked muscular body as Brock....so I ask myself.....what's the difference between them?......the difference is, moron......that Garret wants a personal fucking slave....all to himself.....one that he has TOTAL control over....one that would never DARE to say NO to ANYTHING.....that's the difference!
"Ok, slaveboy....I'm counting to five.....then I'm dragging you outta there ....one......two...."
I made it on the count of two.....no sense in pissing him off just when he's about to squash me.
Back in Garrets bedroom......I was surprised to see him all naked except for a dirty well stained jock strap......as ordered, I just had my CK briefs on.
Garret took his place in the center of the mats....wearing a pair of leather work-out gloves.......and a semi hard-on.
"Ok slave boy here's how it's gonna be.......no rules, we fight till one is either knocked out or close to it.....no holds barred......use your fists if ya want.....do whatever you need to do.....got it?"
I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Garrets body, I tried but it was just so damn perfect, and the sight of his thick cock running upwards and pressing against his tight jock was mesmerizing, I could clearly see the shape of that perfect head and it's ridge beneath it.....and it was like freaking hypnotizing me.
"Ok slave boy here's how it's gonna be.......no rules, we fight till one is either knocked out or close to it.....no holds barred......use your fists if ya want.....do whatever you need to do.....got it?"
I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Garrets body, I tried but it was just so damn perfect, and the sight of his thick cock running upwards and pressing against his tight jock was mesmerizing, I could clearly see the shape of that perfect head and it's ridge beneath it.....and it was like freaking hypnotizing me.
I wasn't given any time to respond to his answer, he just simply walked up to me and planted his leathered fist into my gut, leaving it there even as I doubled over gasping.
I looked up and saw the most sadistic grin I had ever seen, unable to speak while fighting to regain some air, I could only muster an uuummmph.........it took every bit of strength I had..... just to keep from dropping to my knees.
While doubled over clutching my abs, I felt his leathered palms pushing down on my head and shoulders, I was still fighting for air, struggling to breathe normally..... when he spread his thick thighs and slid my head between them....tightening them slowly, squeezing my head till I thought it would burst.
I tried yelling....but only a soft frightened voice appeared....and barely audible......turning out a very muffled yelp.
With my head and cheeks being squashed on each side, there was no way for me to communicate with Garret.
All I could do was punch at the sides of his legs, but this only made him add more power......slowly flexing his well muscled thighs till I stopped punching........ and just left my hands resting on his steel thighs.
Garret held this grip on my head for what seemed like hours, adding more pressure then releasing the pressure, adding more gradually.....then releasing it gradually....back and forth....and with my hands still planted on his pythons....feeling them flex their power slowly....just to ease up on it even slower......caused my cock to stiffen....the only pain I was now feeling was a wicked headache....then as if my headache wasn't severe enough......Garret wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me upside down till my legs were straight up in the air and my head still trapped between his massive thighs......then he jumped up, and came crashing down into a sitting position, pile driving my head into the mats.
I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, Garret was standing, straddling my head, smiling down at me. "aaaawww come-on dude.....I thought you were gonna offer me a struggle.....git up......let me see what ya got.....come-on pussy!"
I had to rub my eyes two or three times as he continued tormenting me. I didn't see Garret.....what I saw was a roman statue....with hard pumped muscles everywhere....but even more prominent was that soiled cotton bulge protruding between his well defined legs.
My eyes took turns taking in his incredible body and the even more incredible basket. "I said git-up, you fuckin fag....I don't want you telling our buds that I didn't give you a fair chance!"
It wasn't easy....my head was killing me....my neck felt as though it had a hundred different kinks in it........fuck....even my gut was still hurting from his punch....but I managed somehow.
Standing there with our eyes locked.....Garret urged me to give him my best. "So jock-boy.....or is it jock-girl? .....go ahead.....let me feel what ya got.....I'm giving you a free shot......BUT......you'd better make it damn good......you'd better put everything you have behind it.....cause I only give you pansies one chance....no more!"
He had to have known how out of it I was.....I was drained and I knew I couldn't give him my best shot......not in this condition.......but I gave him what I had....no way was I gonna pass up the opportunity. I wanted him to know and to remember how it felt being punched in the face by a jock-girl.
When my fist connected to his jaw.....and he stood there without even flinching.....and that evil grin returned to his face.....I knew I was dead.
My fucking hand was hurting now...on top of my other aches and pains....and like a lightening strike and just as deadly...... his fists were all over me.
Long before I slumped to the mat, I felt his fists on my face, in my gut, connecting to my kidneys, my legs, back to my head, chest, and abs. He pummeled me with left and rights, till I was laying on my back....then I closed my eyes as I saw him jump in the air just above my sore gut.....and felt his bare feet come crashing down on me.....crushing me...beneath his powerful weight.
It hurt so bad, and I just couldn't understand why I wasn't out, my hands naturally went to clutch my painful stomach....as once again I struggled to breathe.
I could feel the warm leather of his work-out gloves.... as he placed them under my back and flipped me over onto my belly.
I then felt his tight bubble but making itself comfortable on my back, as he placed his right hand under my jaw....and using his left hand he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head backwards as hard as he could.
I truly thought he was trying to break my neck while stretching it as far back as it would go........causing me to scream in severe pain.
"Yell all you want, cunt......only person that is gonna hear you is my bro.....and not likely he'll be in to help ya......now.....you be sure and let me know when you've had enough punishment...and you're ready to beg me to forgive you......OK?"
Managing to pull back my head a little more....Garret had me yelling louder than I had ever yelled in my life. "Ooooooh GOD........Please Garret......please....please.....you're breaking my neck....I swear, dude....... I've had enough already.....I'll fuckin do what you want......just ......pleeeeaaaase ease up on my head some."
Garret continued holding his grip for another minute or so, before he slammed my face down onto the mat.
He then dismounted me, and planted himself right down in front of my head.......lifting it with a tight fistful of my hair, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face down into the damp cotton elastic of his jock, grinding my nose and lips against his iron hard shaft, then tightening his strong pythons one again around my head.....squeezing slowly but steadily, taking his time.....to add his finale blow.
When I opened my eyes, my head was still between his thighs, my face resting against his sweaty well stained jock.....my left cheek against the outline of his hard cock. "Well..... faggot, welcome back......you ready to continue?"
It took me a moment to readjust, I opened my eyes as wide as I could. My whole body felt as though it had been put through a meat grinder.....I couldn't take anymore......I even had to struggle just to speak. "Nooo ......no more, Garret.......please no more....I'm hurting all over, dude......you're killing me, man.....please forgive me.....for disobeying you....I promise never to do it again.....please, Garret.......I'll be your slave if that's what you want......I'll do whatever you say....I promise!"
Garrets laughter was echoed by another persons laughter. "Ooooohhhhhh man.....you did it bro...you fuckin broke him....just like you said you would......and I gotta tell ya.....that was sooooo fuckin hot.......the way you took your time doin it! Look at him bro....he looks like a rag doll ......all twisted and beaten, just waiting for his first orders....huh?"
I felt my head being pulled up and backwards. "Look at me, slave-boy......look right into my eyes!"
Like I had a choice.....with my head pulled back.....all I could see from this position was Garrets grinning face....and his eyes boring into mine. "Let's hear it again......who am I....and what are you?"
I had no idea what he wanted to hear......so I said the obvious. "Your Garret.......and I'm Michael?"
Jarred stood above us, and laughed uncontrollably, but a hard slap to my face told me it was the wrong answer. "TRY AGAIN......slave-boy!"
The slap, though not his hardest.....left a stinging sensation....and I just wanted this all to end.
I did my best trying to figure out what he wanted to hear.....till it finally came to me. "You're Garret....and I'm slave-boy?"
Another slap...this time a bit harder...hard enough to make me cry out in agony.
What the hell was it he wanted to hear? I looked deeper into his eyes as mine flooded with tears....pleading with him to tell me what it was that he wanted to hear. "Please Garret.....I frigging submit already......just tell me ......please? ....What do you want me to say?"
"I'm only going to tell you this once, faggot.....and you'd better never forget it.....or we'll go a lot more rounds than what we just did.......to you....I am Master Garret.....and you are my slave-boy....my bitch....my cunt.....my c-o-c-k-s-u-c-k-e-r ......you're whatever the fuck I say you are....YOU GOT it NOW?"
I nodded my head the best I could ....with it still trapped between his legs.
"Good......so let me hear it.....who am I ......and what are you."
I began sobbing like the little bitch he wanted me to be. "You are Master Garret....and I am your slave-boy, your bitch, your cunt, your cocksucker.....whatever the fuck you want me to be!"
Asshole Jarred, began immediately applauding..... "see, faggot....you're not as stupid as you look...you caught on real quick....maybe my bro will even reward you now!....eh, bro?"
Garret didn't unwrap his legs from my head, he actually even flexed them a bit. "Yeah...guess my bro's right.....I guess I should reward my slave when he's done good. Go ahead.......I'll let you suck my balls through my sweaty jock.....that should be reward enough......go ahead....suck the sweat from my balls right through my dirty jock...slave boy!"
I was so fucking humiliated.......if I wasn't trapped between his strong legs....I would have run for the door.
The taste was gross to say the least.....not to mention how difficult it was taking one of his nuts into my mouth while wrapped tightly in the soiled cotton. I seriously felt like I was going to barf......never in a fucking million years did I ever imagine how disgusting my secret desires were.....but then ....this wasn't exactly what I had in mind either. The taste of dried piss became apparent......as well as another fowl taste that I could only guess to be dried up cum....but the thought of being used once again as a sparring partner.....kept my mouth attached to the well stained jock and Garrets left nut.
Jarred, meanwhile began begging his bro to allow me to blow him before he went to bed....choosing his words very carefully. "Listen bro......that whole scene has gotten me soooo horny......I know the fag is all yours......and how you don't want to share him and all.....I understand all that....but......could you have your slave give me a blow-job..... just this once.....I promise not to hound you every night......or ever again......it's just that....well.... watching you slowly beat him like he was a rag doll.......damn.....I'm harder than I've ever been.....seriously, bro!.....PLEASE.....just this one time?"
Garret finally unwrapped his thighs from my head.....pushed me away and stood up......smiled at his bro.....then threw his arms around Jarred and hugged him long. "You know I love ya, bro......of course he'll give you a blow job......but......well you know....after tonight.....no more......unless I give you my permission......ok?"
While Garret hugged his bro tightly.....Jarred was looking down at me with an evil grin pasted to his face.
Garret, decided to hit the shower, ordering me to go with his bro. "K, slave boy....you go with my bro to his room.....give him a real sweet blow-job....then get your ass back out here...so you can hear me when I call for ya.....got it?"
I didn't like this.....not even a tiny bit.....being bounced around like this......first Brock, then Luke......then Garret....and now Jarred???
I was beginning to feel exactly like the CUNT that Garret wanted me to be.
After Garret entered his bathroom, Jarred waited and listened for the water to start flowing, then he approached me and ordered me on all fours. "So.....did you honestly think you'd get away without blowing me tonight, FAGGOT?....huh...did ya? .....are you really that fuckin stupid? GET UP.......NOW!"
I did as I was told....but not without giving Jarred the dirtiest look I possibly could. Standing in front of him, he was quick to make me pay for that look. "Open your mouth faggot........for that look?.....you get to taste MY spit.....you can swish it around inside your queer mouth and compare it to my cousin Brocks!"
I wanted to just run down the stairs and out the door......but I knew that sooner or later......I'd have to pay for it.
I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as Jarred filled my mouth with several large deposits of his spit. "There you go Mikey.....now close your mouth and swish it all around nice and good......before swallowing it...faggot! Then get down on your hands and knees......I wana ride you into my bedroom......then you're gonna give me the best blow-job ever.......while I fuck your face hard and furious....and trust me....it doesn't matter what my bro says......you're going to be suckin on my dick every fuckin day.......and if you ever say a word to anyone.....you'll be going a few rounds with ME......only thing is.....I wont stop....till you're hurtin a hundred times worse than tonight......now get down....show me what a nice pony you're gonna be for me!"
I swished his spit around in my mouth....and again I felt like I needed to barf......and again I fought it. Eating it was extremely difficult.....it just seemed to linger in my throat.....not wanting to slide into my stomach. When it finally did, I got down on my hands and knees....and felt Jarred's well muscled legs straddle my sides, while his firm bubble butt sat heavily and firmly on my back. "Giddy-up ......faggot......take me to my room."
I felt his butt sliding back and forth on my back......like he was riding a real pony....and the friction it created along with the feel of his well muscled legs pressed tightly against my sides......caused my cock to stir several times along the way.....I felt it rubbing against my CK briefs........pissing me off....big time.
Once inside Jarred's bedroom, he dismounted me......then stripped down to his boxer briefs......and white sox. "Ok this one is gonna have to be a quicky....since my bro will be calling you any minute now.....so get over there and lay down on my weight bench."
I didn't like Jarred anymore....I had already decided that earlier.....so taking orders from him sucked big time. On the other hand I wasn't in a position to tell him to fuck off.....so I did as he ordered. The weight bench was at a slant, so I couldn't really lay down on it as he had demanded, so I kinda sat on it and pushed my lower body as far down it as I could, resting my head at the lower end of the part that slanted......so that when he mounted me....his crotch was at the perfect level with my face. "Yeah....you've done it this way before haven't you, slave boy?"
He straddled my upper chest and brought his nice size basket right up to my face, with his well defined legs stretched across me.
The outline of his cock pressing against the white cotton of his briefs and now just a hair away from my face ......causing my own tool to grow a little more....totally against my will of course. But it wasn't the thickness or the impressive size of his cock that held my eye contact.....it was the outline of the thick head of it.....just begging to be released. "You like the looks of that thick knob....dontcha slave-boy? .......Go ahead stick your tongue out and lick it right through my briefs.......here.....I'll help you out a little!"
Jarred lowered the thick pouch of his package down to where the outline of his cock-head met my lips. The pre-cum had saturated the area, making the thick knob transparent to the point I could clearly see his piss-slit. "Lick it faggot......then take it in your mouth and suck it.....get a good taste of my underwear while you're at it."
I was humiliated once again.......taste his underwear? I was also torn.....and I admit it.....part of me wanted to obey him......yet another part of me wanted to yell at him and tell him to fuck-off.
A couple of minutes must have passed by, when I felt the wet fabric of his briefs.....and the huge head of his cock pressing against my lips....trying to push it's way between them.
I was nervous knowing damn well that if I gave in to him any more than I already had......then I really would be his slave-boy for as long as he wanted....and there'd be no turning back.
Still not totally sure why....but my desire to obey him....and be bullied by him.......suddenly over powered my desire not to be.
I spread my lips, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, then allowed my secret disgusting desire to humiliate me even more.
I allowed my tongue to wash the disgusting pre-cum off his briefs......even allowed myself to swallow.
The hysterical laugh coming from above me.....only added to my humiliation. "So....how's it taste, faggot........get used to it, BITCH....you'll be sucking on lots of my underwear and jocks after today.....ripe ones too!"
I started to pull my face away ......but a fistful of my hair, held my head in place......and this act only increased my desire to be dominated by the hunky jock in front of me.
I sucked at the wet fabric covered head....engulfing it .......sucking harder......as I placed the palms of my hands on his well muscled legs and kept them there.
Feeling the power of his legs again....only made me want to feel more of his body.
Suddenly, he pushed my head away, and desperately wanting more...I shoved my face back inward.....and tried in vain to lick the out line of his entire shaft. "No no....little slave-boy.......ONLY I decide when you get more!" And that was followed by a wicked painful slap to my face....leaving a horrible stinging sensation once again. "Now let's try begging......yeah...slave-boy .........beg me ....if ya wanna blow me....and beg like you mean it!"
I wasn't sure if I could go through with this....I mean begging?.....ACTUALLY begging this prick to let me blow him????
I needed to give this more thought.......why do I need to beg him??
"come-on, fag.....get to it....Garret will be calling to ya in a couple of minutes....and I wanna get off inside your queer mouth......so BEG all fucking ready!"
Not sure if it was the tone of his voice or his balled up fists that scared me into obeying him....but within seconds.....I was begging....and begging like I really meant it.
"I don't know why I have to beg you, Jarred....but anyway.....can I blow you please??? I really really need to take that awesome shaped cock-head of yours into my mouth....and suck on it....please, dude?" The chuckling coming from Jarred, told me I must have begged ok....otherwise I'd probably be laying on his carpet.... out cold. "That will have to do for now....but ....I WILL teach you how to beg properly.....you can count on it......now pull my briefs down and off me.....time to get busy....worshiping my dick, FAGGOT!"
I struggled with his tight briefs, working them down his thick thighs, but once I finally removed them..... I was quickly at work...and by no choice of my own. Jarred yanked my hair so hard, it felt as though I may have lost some. "You better fuckin hurry, slave-boy.....give me the best and quickest blow-job you've ever given.....and I don't wanna hear you ain't done that yet....now get sucking, fagboy!"
Before I even realized it.....I had half his cock buried in my mouth, with his thick knob poking at my tonsils. And all I could do was gag. "Loosen up, faggot......ease up on your throat muscles.....or I'll fucking choke you to death......fuckin queer!"
I was doing the best I could to let his thick knob enter my throat....but it wasn't easy.
He gave me a moment or so....before he said fuck it...and withdrew most of his thick tool......leaving just the head inside my mouth. Then as I tried to breathe normal once again..... Jarred gave a wicked hard thrust.....and shoved three quarters of his cock down my throat. I felt as though I was choking to death...and began pounding on his legs and trying to pull my head away.....but he held it firm and moaned like a baby.
"Oooooohhhh yeeeaaah! Just a little more...you fuckin pussy....then I start fucking away!"
I continued pounding on his legs, trying desperately to pull my head away....but seconds later...I realized I was fighting a losing battle.
Once again, he withdrew his thick shaft from my throat and mouth, and just like before, only his cock-head remained inside my mouth. I had just a split second to grab some precious air. Then again without any warning.......Jarred held my head extremely tight and using all the muscles within his hips.....he gave another horrible thrust.....and kept going till I felt his pubes pressed against my nose, and his tight balls pressed against my bottom lip.
"There you go, cocksucker......you got it all......I'll just leave it right where it is for a couple......so I can listen to you choke ........go ahead pound my legs.......I fuckin love it....queerboy!"
I was scared I really thought that he would literally choke me to death......and not able to even breathe slightly scared me even more........I began fighting for my life......pounding and using all my strength to pull my head away.....again it was no use!
Jarred held my head there tightly.....for what seemed like hours.....but of course it was only a minute or so.
Then he began fucking my mouth just like I've seen him and his bro fuck Stacy MacVane .....a wicked steady pounding with no regard for the other person......just a rapid thrusting......with most of his thrusts fast and painful.
I began promising myself that if I survived this night......I would never pursue my ugly, disgusting desires ever again.....not with anyone.
My fists were getting tired of pounding Jarred's legs of steel, it wasn't even distracting him anymore.....it was obvious now.....that he was so into choking and hurting me.......to pay any attention to the fact that I was nearly ready to pass out. "Aaaahhhhh fuck......I'm getting close.......how you like the feel of my cock pounding your mouth, faggot? You're putting on a good show....pretending that you're hating it.....but we both know.....how much you faggots like being choked by big dicks.......next time tho.....you don't don't get it this good..........not till you learn how to beg me properly......you fuckin homo!"
Suddenly I hated him.....more than I ever hated anyone in my life.....I knew now that I don't like being treated this way....and dissed like this was just as painful as what his mean dick was doing to my mouth and throat at the moment.
Just when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer.....Jarred gave my mouth one powerful thrust......and I felt his thick juice flow into my belly. He gave me two or three good size spurts....then pulled all but the head of his cock from my mouth.
Allowing the remaining four huge spurts to fill my mouth. "There you go, queerboy.......eat it! Eat it all........aaaaaahhhhh shit.....take it.........ooooooohhhhh fuck......I'm gonna fuckin drown you......you fuckin queer!"
I felt my mouth filling up quickly.....I really didn't want to swallow this fuck-heads jizz.....but he just kept shooting.....and I finally had little choice but to swallow!
Trying to swallow it all...was a chore in itself......it seemed the more I ate....the more he fed me...till I started choking all over again.
Finally, Jarred pulled out of my mouth, while I grabbed my throat and fought to regain my breathing ability, I even tried coughing up some of his thick cum......but none came up.
Again I felt him grab a fistful of my hair...... "Now clean me.......lick the new love of your life clean......show it how much you fuckin respect it, slave-boy!"
I was too far out of it....to fight it anymore.....and as I took Jarred's massive cock-head into my mouth, and allowed my tongue to graze over his piss-slit.....then down under the rim......licking the underside of the rim along it's entire circumference....I couldn't help but wonder......if maybe I didn't enjoy this just a little.
I glanced up at one point and saw Jarred standing over me, his strong teen legs spread wide.....and his hands resting on his hips.....a smirk on his handsome young face......enjoying the sight down in front of him.
Just then a loud applaud broke the silence. "Excellent job, bro......I loved how you made him clean up after himself......now get the fuck up off your knees....slave-boy......it's time to show this dick ...... some respect!"