This is chapter 4 of Serving Justin. I hope those that enjoyed the first three chapters will enjoy this chapter. More coming if the interest is up. Write me at Blbstee@aol.com Let me know your thoughts and parts you liked best. A lot more chapters ahead with good response. Special thanks to those that are keeping it going by giving me those comments. It is autobiography so I am only using those that apply for this text.
Serving Justin -- Chapter 4
I rose up from my slightly bent over position as I let my shorts drop down to the floor as Justin made his last comment and my head bowed before him as his cock strained involuntarily, jutting out towards me from between his hips as it sensed my glance and body language bordering on submission to the pricks desire. The pearl of precum large and growing larger at the tip of the heavy wide head of his rigid prick, the cockslit opening, flaring, to let his insistent lubricating and coating fluid find its purpose, which he intended to be in my mouth. No release from my bondage to him until I did what I had promised him he had said. And I knew what he meant, even if my mind did not want to acknowledge it now. My mind raced. It hadn't been a promise really, but an agreement that I would let him cum in my mouth in the afternoon and I did, but regretted it, the actual sensations of heavy, thick, hot, mouth filling cumload different than I had thought and I had let it flow from my mouth rather than swallow his sperm filled fluid, but the residual cockcream remained heavy in my face and I had swallowed some, but I knew now how much it could be. It was gross, like he had said, but more than that it was humiliating and it came to me so heavily once he had ejaculated hard and forcefully. Even heavier than my own heavy jack off explosions in my own bedroom and bathroom at home. And his cumshots had been so powerful and now he wanted that experience at my expense again, but to swallow. He wanted that. No longer was he just wanting to get off or shoot in the air while I got nothing. He wanted his cumload, his full cumload heavy and hot deep in my belly, circulating through me, making me his sexual vassal. Those thoughts passed through my mind in a flurry as I saw his face become more demanding and expecting.
"If it drops from my prick before your mouth catches it, I'm gonna kick you in the balls man and then really choke you on me while you are holding your kicked nuts," he said.
I knew he meant it, he was really horny. The shower session had gotten him hot, really hot, but I felt a rush of masculine resistance at his words though. I decided I would relish fighting the prick. But I knew his home was not the place to do it. But still, the jock in me wanted to take the conniving bastard on as the heat rose in me. But he had all the balls in his court – which could be taken in so many ways I realized as the thought crossed my mind. Even if I won there was still the files he said he copied on CD. Even if I wrecked the computer he had, it might only make things worse. He said he had the CD's in several places now – "for safekeeping" - he had smirked with boyish, confident insolence, the same insolent confidence that I had used on others myself when talking about beating their team in sports or in individual competitions and now I heard it in an entirely different context against me. My body slumped back into submission as my mind had done.
I saw his muscles tense as the precum drop grew so large its weight was greater than its elastic tension could hold and it began its descent from the cockslit of his prick as more fluid forced its way up his thick hard shaft and in reaction to the situation, the predicament, the consequences of failure to do this act, my muscles, my body reaction was quick even though involuntary and I dropped to my knees before him, acknowledging my complete submission and fear of the consequences if I didn't do what he wanted. My body down on my knees, face uptilted, mouth opening, tongue stretched to catch the heavy drop of precum already three or four inches down from his dick but still connected by its source like of precum and I heard him bark a quick laugh, but I had kept us from seeing whose nuts, whose body would take that beating as his precum landed on my tongue and then his right hand reached out to grip my hair and pull me back to position until the full string was in my mouth and his prick was again against my lips, my eyes opening seeing him in this position of dominance before me again. Never having been in this position before today, I did not realize how looming and dominant another person could appear when on your knees, butt back on your heels or ankles, head tilted back, looking up at the expanse above you of thighs, and cock and balls and rigid belly and chest and then the glaring, lust filled eyes and masculine expression wanting your lips and tongue and mouth wrapped around a cock. It was much more humiliating and intimidating than I would have imagined had I ever given thought to it. I could see how much he was taking pleasure in this control situation. I turned my head away, my mouth away, from his rigid face smearing bone with painful difficulty his grip in my hair being so insistent and so tight.
"Come on man. Don't make me again. Please," I said. "I've blown you twice. Today. Don't make me again." I pleaded, trying to sound as masculine as I could, but failing evidenced by imploring edgy note in my voice and being on my knees, my face pulled to his cock and balls being of little help.
"Once cocksucker," he said. "Only once, and you didn't swallow and you said you would man and I want that. I want my cumload in your mouth, down your throat, scalding you all the way with my hut cum man. The shower was just a warm up. To make my load as big as this afternoon. I would have waited another three days, but I'm too horny and your fucking mouth felt too good. I don't want to jack off, I want your fucking mouth getting me off."
He pulled my head around, his right on my hair, his left behind my right ear, cupping it and together twisting my head back into position. My muscles resisting, but his wanting my mouth, the struggle short but intense as I felt again his balls and bone and pubes all over my cheeks and eyes and face until I submitted and his balls were again pressed to my lips, his bone along the front of my face, oozing and coating his prick like liquid varnish and my face receiving a large share of it as well.
"Mouth my balls cocksucker," he demanded and in the pain of my hair being pulled and my ear gripped painfully, and the hopelessness of the situation my mouth again opened to be mouthfucked my his balls before having to take his prick the same way. His hard moan of masculine pleasure at achieving his first objective was audible and my face burned as first one testicle and that part of his ballsack was in my mouth before he rotated his hips after a couple of minutes and the other replaced the first, my tongue massaging each testicle in turn, and his ballsack, feeling the few hairs on his nutsack agasint my tongue, feeling the precum as it ran down his prick on my lips as it attempted to penetrate the seal my lips made over his nuts as I licked and massaged them listening to him all the while.
"Oh yeah man, lick those nuts, oh yeah, use your tongue on me man, massage those balls, get them ready to fill your face from my bone, you cocksucker bitch. Man I wish the whole team could see this man." He said this and many other things that bored into my brain creating a mental desire to do the opposite of what I was doing, but still keeping on sucking him. After a few minutes of this he had enough and was ready to have his precum slicked bone using the mouth that his balls had left filled as each testicle had taken its pleasure. His balls and ballsack larg enough that a few times I had difficulty breathing, like having a large balloon pushed back to far. I didn't gag, but he could see my difficulty and it would cause him to pull me tighter to his groin and then release as he saw, what I image looked like panic in my eyes as my body used up the last of the oxygen from the air I had breathed, between the thick hairs of his pubes.
By this time his position was cock and balls hard in my face, my body kneeling and back. To maximize his position, he was standing hard over me. My knees extended well beyond the back of his heels as he stood facing and over me in the dominant and controlling position, both of his hands gripping my head hard, grinding himself into me with his balls, but saving his prick, my hands palm open on his thighs and then he stepped back, his cock really jumping up and down with each pulse of his racing heart and then he stepped forward again, this time pushing his cock, nearly parallel with his body down so it would engage with my lips. I pursed my lips and clenched my teeth, but he pressed hard and my lips separated and then my teeth and he was again in my mouth, as he had been in the shower only minutes before.
He groaned, hard, heavy, in deep pleasure as his cock reentered the hot wet heat of my mouth. He pushed, his body so tense, his position so controlling over me and his hips urgent, his balls wanting to have emptied the fluids they had built up, to have them breed my mouth. He pushed hard and pulleld hard and I gagged and then choked, "gnnnggghhhhhnnggg," and then "kucckkknngggnnhggnnnkuck kungggunnggghuuck, before he withdrew. It was so quick and forceful, my gag brought about instantly from my inexperience, but I could tell from his moans and words it made him feel great and in complete control, which he was, and of dominant power, of having me completely at his mercy.
"OHhhhh fuckkkk yeah," he whispered forcefully, working to keep his excitement from drawing parental and sibling attention. "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!!, yes, yes, yes," he ejaculated the words forcefully from his mouth as the pleasure of hearing me choke on him reverberated down his dick and the noise of my choking so much more audible here than in the shower with the forceful sounds of the water drowning out much of the sound then, now giving his brain the additional pleasure of hearing the effect of his dick in my mouth and at my throat just as his cock sent the pleasure of the heat and warmth to his mind. My hands were hard against his muscular hips and thighs trying to push him back as his muscles wanted more and his dick wanted more depth, I gave a really hard gag, "UUCCKKNGGKUUKKKKK", but his masculine root was still a long way form being all the way in and my mind wondered if he was able to force himself all the way in how I would live through it. I was inexpert as a dick sucker and no deep throat ability which I now knew what it must mean. I pushed hard with my hands and arms against him, my head trying to wiggle in his tight grip, trying for an escape, his body so tense, so hard, so hot, grip so tight, I gagged again, "gucckkcccckkkk, gugggnnngghhhhggnnnukukuk" and he moaned again, "Oh fuck, fuck, man that is sooooo fucking hot to feel and hear that. Damn. Gawwwdddd that choking is sooo fucking hot." Tears ran from my eyes and he felt them on his hand holding me so tightly and his eyes opened and he looked down at my hard tilted back head and saw the squinting, pinched expression of my face, tears in reaction to the gagging welling up in my eyes and his smile was broad and one of pleasure of ownership. He backed off quickly after that. "Oohhhhhh man. I want to go all the way. Pubes to the nose. I nearly shot it all man. Nearly all. But I don't want you gagging it back out. Fuck that was sooooo fucking hot," he said over and over. "I can feel that all the way to my nuts man! Hot. Fucking HOT!!" I was slumped before him when he stepped back to a upholstered chair in his room only a few feet away. My throat opening felt the trauma of his mushroom shaped cockhead pressing and trying to open my throat opening, a dry stretched feeling. I gasped, my mouth heavily coated with his precum. I wanted to spit some of it out, but didn't dare, I knew, with him watching me. I saw his balls and bone as he lounged back in the chair, both them and he with his expression ready for more.
"Get between my legs man. I won't choke you anymore. Tonight anyway. I almost shot, but I want it in your mouth though and then you swallowing it, hearing your mouth and throat swallow and swallow my thick creamy sperm pudding man. Making you cry sucking my dick man. That is hot. Really hot," he said in a loud, harsh, controlling low voice.
"I wasn't crying," I said sullenly, "I was choking and the tears just come up."
"Yeah. Sure cocksucker," he responded
"Then suck me off," I gasped out belligerently still near a gag as I swallowed hard from the residual precum and ache in my throat opening.
He barked a laugh. "That ain't never gonna happen. You're the cocksucker here. The cocksucker for your team too I bet. How many of them do you suck?" he asked with the insult clear. "Crawl over and suck me. Finish me off man. Or I will face fuck you until I shoot and then kick you in the nuts for not doing what I said the first time."
I glanced at his waving bone and wanting to finish, to get it over with. I watched his balls churning in his nutsack. His body dusky and very good looking in the dark. Toned up muscles and almost chiseled body features, much like I think of mine and I did as he bid. On hands and knees I crawled the few feet between him and me until my face and then body was between his muscular thighs. My mouth came down over his ramrod prick and I began sucking him. It went on for a few minutes, but with the shower and the sucking and then the few hard brutal facefucking jams into my face he was very close. My head bobbed no his bone, my position uncomfortable and not maybe taking him in as far as I could but keeping his excitement high. His hands rested on my head and would push and move me at times. I kept sucking and bobbing to serve him. I was thinking about what I would do when he wanted to ejaculate. My mouth and lips kept prepared for any sensation of final expansion of his steel hard dick, my ears for any telltale sign of his lava like semen eruption. I knew I wouldn't let his cock shoot in my face. Precum was too much but his cum, no, not after this afternoon. I felt his excitement rising, but before I could do anything, he pulled my head back hard by the hair, making my head jerk and hurt from such a quick movement.
"I'm close." he said. He brought his right leg up and foot around as he pushed me back some until his foot was just below my throat and then pushed me back hard, ejecting me from between his spread legs. He laughed quietly as I sprawled while he simultaneously stood up and told me to get up, as I lay back, sprawled, his cock pointing like a club, my own cock and balls thickened but far from up. Like there was only room for one bull and any other cock and balls were useless before the others.
"Get on the bed," he demanded and he positioned me quickly as he wanted me, laying on my side of his high, expensive bed. He placed a very large coffee table style book on the bed and then my head on that while I was on my side, pulling my head to the edge of the side of the bed and then he pressed to my face. His cock and balls again pressed to my face, but only for moments and then, his right hand gripping the base of his cock and his left pressing my head down firmly, the book preventing it from sinking into the bed under his firm pressure, he inserted his dick past my lips to as much as I could take with out choking and then ordered me again to suck him while he stroked the base of his dick. I knew what he intended. To cum in my mouth, to hold my head pinned down between the book on the bed and his hand. He started out slow, my mouth so thick already with his copious flow of precum, but he quickly gained speed and I heard his moans of deeping pleasure as his bone rustled its way around my mouth, me trying to keep my lips tight and teeth away and tongue massaging his dick as my jaw was sooooooo tight and aching from his efforts. He was trying to cum and trying to hold back and then I felt him tense and I knew his thick copious flow of cum was going to shoot and my mind screamed out a no at the thought of his cum spewing deep and hard and forcefully into my face as his hand pressed harder to keep my head still and at the last second in wide eyed resistance I used my hand to push him away in desperate force as his ejaculation began as the pulse of the thick tube in his dick began to shoot cum, but instead of in my warm hot mouth he shot forcefully into my face. My eyes had opened and the first spasm shot a large rope that hit both eyes burning them, surprising me, the thick hot cum smashed up under my eyes and in my lids as I blinked while the subsequent heavy cum ropes shot on my lids and then another on my cheek and then nostril and the last firm ejaculation landing against my lips, my face thoroughly coated as his lighter spasms brought smaller spurts and then subsided.
"You fuck!" he angrily shouted. "I told you to swallow you fuck, take it in your mouth, you fuck!" all boyishness gone from him as his desire for complete control over me dominated him. His voice too loud. He gripped me quickly and with strength pulling me from the bed by my right arm and my left coming free reached up to wipe the hot cum from my eyes that burned from it, my mouth tight as I feared opening would let the cum rope on my lips in. His anger almost lost on me as I struggled with the cum on my face. He pulled me up before him and kicked at my ankle, spreading my legs some and then his knee shot quickly between my own muscular thighs into my hanging cock and balls, his knee jamming with force between my legs, catching my nuts and before I could react, he sent his knee in again and I cried out as the first and second ballbusting knee hits drove my balls into my pelvis under the smash of his knee and then I was down. Crying out as the reaction hit, curling into a ball from that special pain only men can know I groaned out barely feeling his foot to my throat, pressing hard and tight. "Quiet" he hissed and then he forced his bare foot harder to my throat making me gag almost from that as the sickening pain of his knee to my balls spread into my gut and then every fiber of my being weakening me completely. My body shuddered and rocked as the rippling agony of his knee into my nuts asserted itself, he without sympathy, only anger at not having cum in my mouth to push his seed down my throat and into my belly.
"Justin? Are you all right." I barely heard the woman's voice calling out, but I heard it and so did Justin.
"Yeah mom," I'm okay. I just had to get up to go to the bathroom and I stumbled and fell. I wasn't awake yet." I could tell, despite my testicular agony, despite the deep nausea in my gut from his knee to my balls that he was putting something on, probably a robe and the door opened as his mom turned the hall light on, he getting out the door and leaving it closed mostly. His voice tone had been one of surprise and worry. I was gasping lightly, holding the pain in, rocking some, sweat beads on my forehead, gasping for air, my guts churning in nausea. I didn't want her to see me on his floor anymore than he did. Her seeing me holding my balls, her son's cum drenching my face, my face pinched in agony of his nutbusting, nude and compromised as completely as a boy or man can be. I tried to get up, but the ballbusting pain was too great. I could still feel the impact of his knee driven into me. I heard their voices in the adjoining hall. She wanted to come in. He told her that he fell against some room trash that he would definitely pick up tomorrow. Hadn't been fully awake. Lying very skillfully to his mom. Her voice one of concern and hinting maybe she should help him take care of that now. "No," he was fine he repeated he was just going to the bathroom. I could see out the door and watched her glance to the door as he turned to the room that must be the restroom and then despite her long robe or maybe because of it, I saw her long toned leg slip out from the robe as she stepped to the his room and the quivering of her breast over her wrist which was keeping the robe closed as she came to the room. Justin had stopped. "MOM! I'm okay. I'll pick what I stumbled over tomorrow. I promise." She stopped, my eyes staring at her legs, despite the pain and then I heard her say okay and she turned back around with a last admonition to Justin. "Just be careful. You scared me to death," and then, after a very hard penetrating stare into the darkened room, like she could see me as I stared at her in the well lit hall, she smiled, shook her dark hair and then turned and she was gone. Justin was away only a few seconds more. I was trying to pick myself up from the floor, but the pain was still too great. I was reaching for his bed spread wanting to wipe the cooling cum from my eyes, which had been washed some from the tears from the nut crushing pain he had given me. Quickly though, he was back in the room and then the door closed firmly and in the low light he took only moment to adjust his eyes and then he kicked my arm away from the spread and then tossed my own clothes to me. Use these dicksucker and before I could do anything more, he came by me stomping on my stomach, not hard, but enough and then we wrestled himself down on my until I was on my back and he was sitting on my chest and stomach, pinning my arms beneath his knees. His glare was unmistakable as I struggled silently beneath him, each of us knowing that a return trip from his mom would not stop outside the room. And maybe his dad would come this time. I didn't want the position I was in, but I didn't want the alternatives either. He grabbed my hair and then used two fingers to wipe some of the cum from my face and forced it brutally hard to my lips and made me suck them off, and I tasted his sperm again. He pushed my shorts to my face to get the remainder that hadn't dropped off or had made me suck from his fingers as they were in my mouth and then slapped me, slugged me really with his open hand, silenced by the cloth of the shorts at my head and face.
"Next time you eat it all you fucking cocksucker," he hissed at me, his body tense and glaring. My own body still wanting to curl up from my testicular pain, his ass on my lower chest and gut, hot and hard and increasing the sensations of nausea. My arms getting numb from the pressure of his knees on them. Having me pinned he reached back between my clenched thighs, a reaction to the nutting and used his hand to search out my ballsack. I knew what was happening and struggled, but he had me cupped in his hand quickly. With his left, he forced part of my shorts to my mouth and I bucked and struggled and then felt him squeeze my still very hurting, really agonized testicles and I emitted a muffled cry as he squeezed and then twisted. Probably lightly, but they hurt so hard. "Will you take it all next time mouth pussy?" he demanded. My head didn't move and then he did it again, squeezed and twisted and I would have shrieked like a woman except for the muffling cloth and my head nodded vigorously. He released his hold on me and I felt the nausea raging from my nuts again, trying to twist and curl, but I could not as he watched the pain of it wash over me and knowing he had me now in so many ways. The pain of his working my balls came in waves and I think he enjoyed each one before rising from me. He stood over me for a few minutes and his nude, thick cock and moving balls appearance over me in my subjugated position was imposing. He sat in his chair for a few minutes saying nothing as he watched me pant and gasp heavily, painfully, until my breathing was close to normal. My ball pain was still high, but manageable.
He then went to his bed again, lay back on the bed and lounged, legs open, balls hanging, still recovering and rejuvenating themselves for another future load no doubt, his cock still thick and flopped against his thigh. He reached beneath the pillow as I shakily stood up and tossed my billfold spinning to me. "Now get the fuck out of my house. For now," and he smiled that smile of masculine superiority. I made a brave show of trying to salvage my dignity, but I had so little of that left in this position. As he watched like a prince before his subject I quickly slid my own toned, muscular body, humiliated by my second cocksucking in a day and a ballbusting and beating, into the few clothes I had, and found my way through the house and out the door that I had come in. I didn't feel the other set of masculine eyes on me from the parents bedroom watching me as I gingerly made it to my bike parked at the far end of the lot cupping my balls and moaning lightly in the pain and humiliation I felt over what had happened. The situation was getting worse I knew.
When I got home, I had another e-mail from Justin. This time it said, I have the telephone numbers for all the girls in your billfold and their mailing addresses now and then the attachment which showed me servicing Justin in the shower and then in his bedroom. But when I get their e-mail addresses it will be over for you. Unless. And the rest was left unsaid.
With a sickening, sinking sensation at the note I went ahead and opened the attached file and could again see the short portions of video. The steam and glass had kept the shower video from being to good. I could recognize me but not sure anyone else could, but I knew it was me. The bedroom, while lit very low, was clear enough. Clear enough to make me out sucking and licking Justin's balls, taking him deep and one of a few seconds where he had pushed, but not nearly all the way in and it had captured one of the hard gags as I had choked on him. Obviously the camera was a good one. I berated myself for not having thought through ensuring the camera was off in his room. I was beginning to dread the week ahead and there weren't that many hours until morning.
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