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"Teen Bully" pt. 36
Narrated by Danny
It had been several months since the incident at the lake.
But, before we go that far into the future, let me fill you in on stuff that went on directly after the lake incident!
First off, I have no idea, why I chose to save Fozi's ass from a beating, by telling Dover that Fozi had nothin to do with holding me captive, and beating me up! Cause the way I see it, if what Dover had done to Sean was any indication, Fozi would have received a nice whooping as well.
I thought that it was kinda cool that Jay and Dover joined my bro, to rescue me, what I didn't understand was this feelin of not wanting to be rescued in the first place......is that fuckin weird....or what?
There is just something about Fozi that drives me crazy! I can't explain it! I just keep envisioning him, in that sexy leather like speedo, with his muscles all pumped, that sadistic grin on his face, and his cocky, dominating, attitude!
Yeah! I don't understand it myself, but that vision for some fucked up reason, just does something weird to me, causing me to loose all my strength.
I mean, I've never had a submissive feeling in my life, especially towards another fuckin dude. Yet the look of his incredibly hot teenage physique, combined with that mean, bad-boy attitude, and I like fuckin freeze or somethin. I just lose all fuckin control of my body, and mind.
Why? How the hell do I know! You think I wanna be his bitch? Well I don't!
I just can't shake this fuckin spell he has over me.
I mean I can hear my thoughts and they're sayin shit like, `dude, what's up with this shit....just kick his fuckin ass....or at least try to stop him somehow, whatever, just don't fuckin kneel in front of him and take his abuse.'
Yet every time I find my self trying to raise my hand to him, it's like I can't, like It's wrapped around a five hundred pound weight or something!
That night, after being rescued, while home safe in my own bed, I couldn't sleep. I hated myself, for not trying to defend my body and mind, from Fozi's aggressive and tough-boy nature.
I laid in bed, and kept asking myself over and over........what the fuck happened out there at the lake, why the fuck did I become like paralyzed or whatever, after seeing muscle boy Fozi in that fuckin hot speedo?
I tried not thinkin about it, tellin myself, just get some sleep, and figure it all out tomorrow. Unfortunately, sleep wasn't going to come quickly.
Hearing the phone ring, I jumped for it quickly, it was late and I knew my rents were already sleeping.
"Hello"
"Hey bitch, you can't sleep, can ya? You laying there thinking about my dick .......or my hot body poundin on ya?"
I instantly froze-up again, not even able to say a word!
"Come on cocksucker, answer me! I know you loved every fuckin MINUTE of it, cause if ya didn't.....you wouldn't have saved my ass from Dover! So spit it out....I can use a good bedtime story! Go ahead, in your own pathetic way, tell me which you loved the most........... was it me beating you up, feelin my fist poundin on ya, feelin my hard body all over ya, ME, a fifteen year old dude beating the fuckin crap out of the sixteen year old king of bullies.........ya RIGHT.......king of bullies my ass....well you wont be hearing anyone referring to you as that anymore....huh? So tell me, was that your favorite part? OR was it when I pissed in your mouth........ OR...... was it when I filled your tummy with all those mouthfuls of my thick, rich, and creamy, CUM....was that it, ...huh?.... I said ANSWER ME, you pathetic, fuckin, queer, bitch! Hmmmmmmmm! You know what I think you loved the most? I think it was a combination of me standing over you, with that hot leather like basket in you're face, and me fucking your BRAINS out afterwards! ......Ya...I'm right....it was those two things that you loved the most huh? ....Well, just hear me out here, dude, if you don't love the taste of my rich bountiful cum, or my warm piss filling you up, by now? TRUST ME, You WILL...... soon enough! Since you're not in the mood for talking, I want you to be at the old barn up the road from my house, tomorrow night at six sharp. I don't care how you get there, find a way! I wanna do some more working out....... with my new punchin bag. But, here's the thing.....I want you to bring Dillan with you.....just don't tell him what it's all about....... I wanna surprise him! ..... Ooooh ya, one more thing.....Sean is at the hospital, with my dad, they say Sean may have a case of amnesia! Dad asked me to move in with them for a while, till Sean comes around a little. He thinks I can help Sean remember stuff. That means...... I'm gonna need your help also....ya know..... to help him remember stuff, like for example, how awesome it feels having his dick in another dudes mouth....and being able to use that dude as a slave....get it? See ya tomorrow night, BITCH! Oh yeah.....one more thing......don't be tellin your queer boyfreind Jay about anything we do....not just yet anyway.....I don't want any probs with Dover! ........CLICK!
I laid there in my bed, still holding the portable phone, feeling a bit weezy, my stomach in knots, my head spinning, and even more disgusting, is that my dick was spazzing.
I started to dial his number, so I could tell him to fuck off, and stay out of my life, but my fuckin fingers froze halfway through the task.
I laid there, wide awake, saying to myself, `no way am I going to let this younger prick rule me, no fuckin way' and there's also no way I'm getting Dillan involved with this shit!
I laid there in bed, for another hour or so, telling my self over and over again, I'm done with those Martin boys, and fuck Fozi if he thinks I'm showing up at the barn...... no way.....not tomorrow.....not EVER!
Yet, as I laid there convincing myself I was totally done with the Martin brothers, the vision of Fozi's well muscled body, and his equipment wrapped in that tight yellow leather, then another vision of Sean's hot body in his tight speedo......forced my hand to make it's way downward, to my incredibly hard, throbbing dick!
I did tell Dillan about Sean and the amnesia thingy, and asked him to let Jay and Dover know, in case any probs arose, and things with Sean got worse!
I also decided to keep my distance from Jay, I knew how much he had come to depend on me, and care about me! I needed to let him go now, and in order to do that, it would mean totally ignoring him, for a long while, giving him time to get over me, and move on. Normally, after helping a fag out of the closet, and training him to suck dick, I had no prob dumpin em, that is, once I was through with em! The thing is, Jay was different.....in soooo many ways!
The following day, I paced my bedroom floor, even went to the vacant school, and ran around the track several times, trying to convince my self that I wasn't going to be at the old barn, next to Foszi's, when the clock struck six!
"Man, are you sure about this? I really have bad vibes about dropping you off here. I don't like it at all!"
Still in a daze, wondering to myself, what the hell I was doing, I turned my head towards Billy. "I told ya, dude.... there isn't nothin to worry about, Fozi and I have bonded pretty good. We're just gonna work-out and spar with each other for a while.....I'll call ya on the cell when I need ya to come back and get me......k?..... by the way..... thanks, dude....... for givin me a ride here, remember.....not a word to Jay or Dover....you gave me your word....k?"
I placed my hand on my crotch and winked at Billy. "I'll pay ya back, dude, I promise!"
Lettin his eyes drop to my nylon covered package, as I groped it, I watched as the fags tongue wet his lips! "Seriously, Danny? You mean like later tonight, when I pick you up? OR later in the week?"
I had to laugh inside, knowing that suckin my dick, was something any fag would die for! "Naaah, not tonight Billy boy, in a couple of days..... maybe....k?"
His eyes still glued to my basket, he looked soooo pathetically disappointed. "Ok, Danny, whenever you say, man......I won't bring it up again........well....be careful in there with that asshole....and call me....when ur ready to be picked up!....."
He was still babbling on, when I exited the car, and walked towards the barn door.
On opening the huge squeaking door, I noticed a glimmer of light in the far left hand corner. Walking towards it, I felt goose bumps all long my arms, as I asked myself once again, `what the hell am I doing? Am I like on fuckin drugs or somethin?'
Fozi's voice rang out to me, seemingly from now where. "Over here fag....... and where the hell is Dillan?......did I not tell ya to bring him?"
Don't ask why, but seeing Fozi dressed in baggy sweats, disappointed me!
Standing in front of him now, it was the feel of his fist connecting to my gut, that made me realize just what I was in for! The second punch, a lot harder, had me doubled over. Then, with a fistful of my hair, raising my head back up, and a stinging slap across my face, he had me wishing that I hadn't disobeyed him!
A forceful shove, sent me sprawling onto a king size mattress, that just happened to be on the floor, in back of me.
Laying on my back, looking up at tough boy Fozi, I watched as he pulled the over sized sweat shirt, up and over his head, tossing it onto a layer of hay covering the floor.
Now standing there looking down at me with a sly grin, as I took in his broad chest, and well cutt pecs, he stripped himself of the sweat pants.
My eyes opened wide, my heart started pumpin faster, the goosebumps were back and so was that feeling of submission, as Fozi stood over me, with a foot planted on each side of my chest, wearing just the leather like speedo, and white ankle length socks.
Laying there beneath him, I watched as he slowly and methodically massaged the leather clad baseball size pouch, with his right hand.
His eyes glued to mine, watching my reaction, while my eyes were of course busy, watching the movement of his right hand.
At this point, I knew that even if I wanted to resist any form of abuse by him, the opportunity was surely gone now, for I was suddenly too weak for any confrontation.
I felt the air from my lungs leave my body as he came crashing down on my chest, with his tight well shaped bubble butt, wiggling it all around, till he was comfortable.
It was the feel of his fist, slamming against the side of my face, that finally tore my eyes away from the huge package barely touching my chin. "The first thing I'm gonna teach you.......you queer fuck....is that when I give you an order.....you obey....OR....you pay!"
Another punch to the opposite side of my face, had me dizzy, and pleading, while trying in vain to bring my trapped arms out from beneath his bare shins. "Ok, Fozi..... I'm sorry I disobeyed you....just please stop punching me in the face!"
That evil grin that I had often wore myself, was now staring down at me.
Sure, I'll stop punching you in the fuckin face....once you admit to me.....that you've been wantin to lick the sweat off my brothers nut-sac..... for years now!"
I wasn't sure how, or even why, the subject turned to Sean. But there was no way in hell, I was going to admit to anything, even remotely connected to my submitting to his power, or the sex he had me performing on him! So I just laid beneath Fozi, looking up at those hard, rippled abs, and his tanned, well defined, fifteen year old pecs, without saying a word.
I truly do believe, that I made Fozi's day, by not saying what he had wanted to hear, knowing that he, therefore, didn't have to hold up to his side of the bargain!
Still looking down into my eyes, with a shit eating grin pasted to his face, he dismounted my chest, stood up, then reaching down, grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled me to my knees.
My eyes, tearing up from the pain this had caused, now found themselves focused on his protruding package once again, as he slipped his right hand inside, fondled him self a few moments, then pulling the hand out, he raised it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. That evil grin re-appeared, as he ordered me to lick the palm of that hand! "Oooooooh yeeeeaaah! You're gonna like this, you fuckin fag......I didn't shower after teachin my bro how to play basketball all over again. So my balls are nice and ripe right now!
Only thing is....... now....my hand smells, so I need you to lick it clean for me! ......Go ahead..... be a good bitch, lick the palm of my hand, then suck my fingers clean! ....If you do a good job....maybe I wont pound on ya ........for as long as I had planned to!"
I lowered my eyes from his, and looked at the out stretched palm.
I then lowered my eyes even more so, till they came to a rest on what now was a massive basket, with his thick cock-head poking out of the leather waist band. A bubble of cock-drool oozing it's way out of his wicked hot piss-slit, each sight combined, helped to weaken me even more! Once again, Fozi's spell, had me hooked, as it took over my brain, and body.
Leaning my head forward, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the manly scent off the palm of his hand.
The taste was salty, yet intoxicating, I didn't even need to be told when it came time to open my mouth, and take three of his fingers inside.
This brought praise for the first time from Fozi, as he patted me on the head, which in turn, brought me back to my senses, while humiliating me.... big time. "Yeeeaah! That's a good doggie.....you love your master....don't you?"
I looked up at him angrily! "Cut the shit Fozi.....I'm not a dog....and you're sure as hell....not my fuckin master!......Fuck, maaan........ I don't even know what I'm doing here!"
I should have expected what came next, but didn't!
Several, hard power punches, landed all over my head and face! Then, catching my head as I began falling backwards, and holding me up with his left hand on the back of my head, he began to pummel me with powerful and forceful slaps, letting each of them slam into my left cheek bone.
I tried getting up, but the constant slaps, were like lightening and thunder, as they connected to the side of my face so fast, and with such force, that my head felt like it was going to explode, and the loud ringing sensation inside my head, made me feel as tho I had lost my hearing.
The force of his slaps must have caused me to black out for a moment or so, cause the next thing I knew, I was on my back, laying on the mattress, with Fozi standing over me.
Suddenly, before I even had a chance to submit to him, he came crashing down on my gut, with both knees, and a power punch to the left side of my jaw, putting me out once again.
When I woke up, I was in a standing position, with my arms high in the air, literally tied to a beam maybe two feet above my head.
My feet were just barely touching the floor. I was only wearing my tight white briefs, and my white socks.
Standing in front of me, was a grinning Fozi, with his bro Sean to the side of him.
Fozi, gently slapped the side of my face, causing the pain to recur. "Thought you might be interested in knowing what it's like being a live punchin bag.....I can promise you one thing!..... When I'm done?......You'll be much quicker at obeying me......and there will be no doubt in your mind..... ever again.... as to which of us is the stronger of the two!"
The first punch landing square in the center of my gut, knocked the wind out of me, as I closed my eyes, and let out a slight yelp, and it wasn't even a hard punch!
Fozi smiled at me and then winked at his bro, all three of us knowing it was only a light jab, yet powerful enough to cause me pain......It was then, I knew I was in deep shit!
The second punch was a little more forceful, hitting me in the left kidney, spinning me around!
Another uuuumph escaped my lips, this time a little louder.
Another wide grin from Fozi, as he lifted both well muscled arms up in a victory pose. "FUCK, MAN! I'm gonna love this......seriously bro, my own live punchin bag.....one that lets me know how hard I'm punchin it........how fuckin awesome is that....huh? Woooohoooo!"
Sean just stood by, looking a little surprised. "Listen Fozi, I don't feel good about beating up this dude....besides ....I thought you said he's my friend......Plus dad said I should spend more time with him....ya know.... he says that Danny and I have been best friends since like five years old.......and that he'll help me remember stuff.... so explain to me once again, why we're beatin him up!"
Fozi, approached Sean, placed an arm around him and began explaining how things used to be, and how things are today.
"K, bro....I guess it's time I fill you in on how things were with you and Dano here. Shit man, I was hopin I wouldn't have to tell ya this....that you would remember it on your own...ya know? Anyways, see, the thing is.....your friend since first grade? He's a faggot.....you remember what I told you this mornin about faggots, and the stuff they do?"
Sean nodded his head. "Yeah, bro.....of course....but..."
"Nooo, no buts.......he's a fag, and he's been giving you blow jobs for the past few years now.....sorry I had to just blurt it out like that.....but that's the way it is. Sure he's still been your friend....hell, you, yourself say it all the time....you say......he's a friend....... with benefits, get it? You love havin him blow you.....and what's happening here....right now? Well...the other thing is....he gets off on being beat-up! He loves havin you slap him around and beatin him up! Then you'd use him to serve you......hell, you even taught me how to use him. You told him, since he was blowin you all this time.....that he should start blowin your little brother as well. Made sense to me, dude! .....So he did, then you taught me how to please him....by roughing him up like you do. So see bro....this is all your doing.....the thing is.....it was your friend Dano here..... that made you lose your memory.......he and his younger brother Dillan, ganged up on you the other night at the lake house, after you were nice enough to invite Danny there for school vacation. They beat the crap outta ya.....I mean like big time.....then left you there alone....lucky I came around when I did.....then a few minutes later dad appeared, we took you to the hospital, then I went home and waited for the news......turns out....they beat you up......cause you let the secret out to me....what he'd been doing to you these last couple of years! That's why NOW....I'm being a little rougher on him.....cause of what he did to you. Of course, dad doesn't know this...he still thinks that a gang of punks, jumped both you and Danny at the lake........so we have to keep all this a secret between us, or else we'll get in trouble with dad.....got it so far?"
Sean looked at me with hate in his eyes......I started to speak up, to tell him it was all lies. "Noooo.... Sean, that's not....."
Before I could tell him the truth, I was pummeled with punches, from Fozi's fists, all solid punches connecting to my gut, my kidneys, my chest, non stop, til I passed out on him!
When I came to, I was in a fetal position on the mattress.
Fozi was standing over me, laughing his ass off. "Fuck, dude, me and you are gonna be havin some fun times here in this old barn....huh? So whatdaya say dude, you gonna be able to get up on your knees for me.......on your own....or do ya need my help?"
I tried desperately getting up on my own, but kept falling over on my side, each time. My whole body was hurting way more than I could ever remember it hurting before.
Each time I fell over, while trying to get up on my knees, Fozi and Sean would laugh their balls off.
Finally, I felt a hand on my head, gently pulling me upward. "Come on, faggot, we haven't got all day here! I need you on your knees for a few minutes, while my bro Sean performs the ceremony. So no more napping......K?"
Once on my knees, in front of Fozi, and still a little wobbly, I was face to face once again, with his leathered bulge.
Again I felt weak, I placed my hands on his thighs, to help me stabilize my self. But then my weakness only got worse. The feel of his smooth well muscled thighs, and the sight of his thick cock -head, began to really do a number on me, I was growing weaker with each passing second!
I tried bowing my head, so as not to stare at the thick crown for too long, but each time I bowed my head, it hurt like hell, from the beating, so I'd have to lift it back up again.
I couldn't keep my eyes off the massive package, all wrapped tightly in the shiny leather speedo, nor could I stop glancing at the awesome looking cock-head....still poking out of the leather waist band.
The well rounded ball sack was very large all by itself. Stretching the leather to the max. His nuts were large, I mean they had to be, the freaking dude, could nearly pump out a full cup of thick cum, and although I may be exaggerating, when you take into account he could get off four times in a row, each time shooting out a larger than average amount of white jizz, then I'm not exaggerating by a hellofa lot.....ya know?
I noticed the thick head of his dick was still poking out of the leather waist band, and I couldn't help but take in the deep ridge just beneath the awesome looking knob. I felt my entire body go weak once again, as I heard Fozi's voice speak down to me, as he patted my head yet again. "Ooooh yeeeaah, nice doggie, you love your Master Fozi.....don't you?"
I lowered my head and looked at where the yellow leather speedo, left off, and his thick well defined legs began. Then I nodded my head, without even realizing what I was doing.
I guess nodding my head wasn't enough for toughboy Fozi, he wanted to humiliate me as much as possible, especially with his older bro in the room! "Ooooh no.......... no way fag boy, we can't have you getting off that easy....now can we?..... Be a good little doggie, speak up, so your master Fozi can hear you. Then we can get on with the ceremony! And be sure to always look up at your master when you speak....ok?"
I looked up at Fozi, brushing my nose against the tight leather fabric, as I did so. "I love my Master Fozi"
"Louder"
"I Love My Master Fozi"
"LOUDER, BITCH"
"I LOVE MY MASTER FOZI"
"Yeeaah....I know you do....you fuckin faggot"
I watched as Fozi lowered the waist band of his speedo, tucking it under his huge ball-sac. Now with his thick cock out in the open, I became even weaker than I was before.
"Hey bro, get over here and start the ceremony"
I had no clue what the hell Fozi was referring to, but once Sean stood beside Fozi and started his sermon, I wanted to roll under the carpet and never come out from under!
"We are here today in honor of the marriage between Danny Fazio, and Fozi's dick!
Mr. Fazio, please repeat after me.....I, Danny Fazio, take you Fozi's dick...... to be my abusive master, to cherish and to worship you.....from this day forward..... for better or worse..... in sickness and in health..... to bow and obey...... till death do us part!"
I was amused at their little joke, and even let out a giggle my self. "Yeah right! You guys can't be serious!"
A hard back hand from Fozi, nearly knocked me over, leaving a loud buzzing sound in my ear once again. I'm sure if I wasn't still holding on to Fozi's thighs, I would have easily fallen over.
"What you saying, fag? You saying my dick isn't good enough for you....huh?"
I immediately shook my head. "Noooo Fozi, I'm not sayin that....I just thought you guys were only kidding.....I mean...."
"Just shut the fuck up and repeat it, word for word.....fuckin queer!"
I bowed my head once again. "Guys? I can't say it....cause I forgot the words....already!"
Sean, after laughing his ass off, repeated the words, then I repeated them! Then Sean ended the ceremony. "I now pronounce you cock, and cocksucker! ..........Danny? .......You now may kiss your masters cock!"
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Fozi's awesome looking cock-head, and kissed it, then without even being told, I took the head in between my lips and brushed my tongue over the piss-slit, cleaning the cock drool for my new master.
"Aaawww....... look at the fag, bro.....he can't wait till there alone....go ahead you fuckin queer......make love to my cock!"
Finally, Fozi was happy!
I knelt there, with my hands brushing up and down his smooth muscular thighs, while my tongue was busy, brushing over his thick knob.
Then grabbing a tight grip on the back of my head, Fozi was ready to give me a facefucking I wouldn't soon forget!
"Ok, cocksucker, I guess you and my dick, want to begin your honey moon...huh? Here ya go....open wide.....for your new spouse!"
Within just seconds, his thick tool was choking me mercilessly.
Thrusting deep into my throat and out again, Fozi, was quick to pick-up a steady pace.
He seemed to be in a hurry for some reason, and it wouldn't be till he finished, that I would learn why.
I began choking and gagging, almost immediately, since he didn't give me enough time to adjust my throat muscles, before furiously pumping my head with his thick tool!
"Ooooh yeeeaaah! Danny Fazio..... and my dick....wow, bitch! Woooohoooo.... What a perfect marriage....huh? Oooooh fuckin yeeaah! Your warm mouth is the perfect home for my waaaay awesome cock-head.....isn't it?"
If he expected me to answer, then he was going to be angry all over again, my mouth was way too full, as he pumped savagely, and mercilessly, in and out, to respond to his questions!
With my lips stretching around his thick tool, and my nose being tickled by his pubes, I just wanted to get it over with.
His rough thrusts, became more rapid, causing tears to run down my cheeks.
Both my mouth and throat were taking a beating, as Fozi seemed to be taking pleasure in how rough he was fucking my mouth! "Ooooooh fuck......you knew what you were talkin about, bro, when you said the best thing about gettin blown by another dude, is bein able to fuck the mouth and throat as hard as you want! Damn, bro..... NOW!....I fuckin love gettin a blow-job by another dude.....the fuckin feelin of power that rushes through me, is sooooo waaay fuckin awesome......woooohoooo! Just the thought of another dude, on his fuckin knees, lickin my nuts, suckin my dick and swallowing my cum.....by the fuckin cupfuls.......tellin ya bro....aint nothin like it in the whole fuckin world!"
Sean just stood there, brushing his right palm over a nice size bulge, kinda taking it all in. I knew he was pissed at me, because of the lies his brother had told him. At one point he cuffed me in the back of the head a couple of times. Mumbling something about me takin care of his problem later on.
By now I knew when Fozi was close, his breathing became heavier, and his thrusts became more rough, and more frequent.
Usually, his verbal abuse would pick up a notch as well.
"Aaaah yaaaa......you're gettin better and better at this....aintcha? I think the more of my cream you eat...the more you want...huh?.....ooooh fuck, faggot....here it comes!"
He was right in a sense, I had learned to control my gagging reflexes much better, since the first few times.
Although, you can only control them so much!
With a six and a half inch dick lodged down your throat, and one as thick as Fozi's, you're still going to gag and fight for air, and there aint nothin you can do to prepare for that. Your natural instincts just automatically take over, and you begin fighting for your life.
This time was no exception, and Fozi knew once he began thrusting faster and harder, he'd be rewarded with a major high! He fuckin loved havin another dude on his knees, choking and gagging on his thick throat basher, and the more of a fight the other dude would put up, the more Fozi loved it!
The other thing is, no matter how much the dude beneath him fought, Fozi knew the dude was gonna lose, no two ways about it!
You see for most bullies and me included, it's all about four important things, winning, the feeling of power, humiliation, and getting off. Sure the majority of bullies will wait till they are alone, and jack off in private, while reliving the scene within their mind.
Yet there are a lot of us out there, that want nothing more than to increase the feeling of power, by adding as much humiliation as possible, and that is accomplished by having the dude beneath you, finish the job, by getting you off!
By doing so, in front of his or your buds? Well.....this only adds to the feeling of power, now flowing through the bully!
Fozi, like his bro and myself, loved having an audience, but what got him off more often than not, was knowing that when he blasted his load, the massive amount of his sperm, would have the other dude gagging and nearly choking to death....all over again!
Through the corner of my eye, I caught a glance of Sean inching his face closer to mine. I guess he wanted a close-up of me gagging to death on his younger brothers dick, either that, or he wanted to see up close, me eating another dudes cum.
Fozi, while noticing the new interest being shown by his brother, was all he needed........ to explode within my throat and mouth!
This time I was prepared for the quantity of thick cream.....or so I thought.
However, Fozi, apparently was having the best orgasm of his life. The first three volleys gushed down my throat, quicker than I could swallow.
I began choking and gagging immediately! Trying desperately, to pull my head away, but Fozi had a wicked tight grip with both his hands, on the back of my head, and wasn't about to release it!
After the first three volleys, flooded my throat, Fozi pulled back!
Of course I knew, this act of kindness.....wasn't for my benefit, he wanted nothing more than to fill my mouth, forcing me to enjoy the flavor, and once again......I did!
I still didn't understand it, but the sweet flavored nectar, was making me crazy all over again......I needed it, I wanted it, all of it, and I didn't want it to end!
As I knelt there, in front of the new king of bullies....gobbling down his massive amount of sweet cum, he informed me of what was to happen next. "Look at him, bro, he cant slurp my cum down his throat fast enough......he fuckin loves it......don'tcha, fag? Well like I said earlier.... you need to help me re-educate my bro here......so after you finish dinner here?........you're gonna blow my brother, lick his nuts, kiss his ass, lick his feet, suck the sweat out of his pits........and .....AS USUAL, you're gonna absofuckinlutely love it!"
After I milked Fozi's dick totally dry, Fozi stepped away, and Sean took his place in front of me. I looked up into his angry eyes, just in time to see his fist coming straight for my head, like a lightening bolt. "You fuckin loser, you couldn't take me on your own.....so you had your bro help ya.....well now....it's just you and me.....faggot!"
I wasn't sure what the world record was for being put out, but I figured three times in less than an hour....should be damn close to a record.
This time, when I opened my eyes it was Sean, straddling my chest, with his thick knob resting on my lips.
"Kiss it.....you fuckin queer loser!......Then you're gonna blow me.....at least three fuckin times before you leave here tonight, just to make up for lost time!.......Another thing.......when my bro aint using ya as a live punchin bag......you can freakin believe I will be! I'm gonna pay you back a hundred times worse....for what you and your bro had done to me!.........Plus, I wana meet that fuck, soon.......real soon....you got that?.......now blow me, queer boy"
I couldn't decide at that moment, who was more tougher, and meaner, Sean or Fozi.
But, after being scullfucked by Sean's dick, three times that day, and eating mouthfuls of his cream, I was more convinced then before, that it was Fozi's dick that tasted better, and Fozi's thick, bountiful, boyjuice, that I craved for, and couldn't get enough of, even after giving him three more blow-jobs that night.
Well, that was the day after, the lake incident.
For the next few months, Fozi trained me well, taught me how to wash his ankle length socks, with my tongue, which became a daily routine. Each day after skateboarding with his buds, he'd call me, when he was ready for his daily blow-job. He had moved in with his brother Sean....mostly to help Sean put the pieces back together, pieces, that Sean was still having some problems with.
So each day, whenever Fozi felt like having a little fun......or felt it necessary to relieve some daily stress by working over his live punching bag, he'd call me, and order me to report to Sean's bedroom right away.
Once there, I needed to follow a basic routine that Fozi was kind enough to set up for me.
First thing, was me untiing Fozi's sneakers, as well as Sean's, if Sean was in the room at the same time, then remove the sneakers, and wash the white socks with my tongue.
Fozi went to great lengths to make sure his sweaty damp socks, had a full days worth of activity, before calling me.
I'd lick the soles and toes of his socks before removing them, and then do the same to his bare feet.
Fozi enjoys me worshiping his feet, almost as much as he enjoys having my tongue buried in his pits.
I have to tell ya, licking his and Sean's feet and pits.....is still totally disgusting, even after being made to do it for nearly four months now!
Yet, to deny Fozi, one of his humiliating pleasures, is not a very wise thing to do. Because next to choking me with his thick tool, and copious amounts of cum, using me as a live punching bag was his most favorite pastime, he waits patiently for me to fuck up, just so he can throw on his tight leather work-out gloves, and work me over, for sometimes an hour or more at a time!
Now several months later, and one excuse after another, I have no choice but to get my brother Dillan involved........my master and his brother insist........and Fozi is even threatening to end our fun times, and never see each other again....if I don't arrange to have Dillan there tomorrow!
I know ........it's fuckin sad.......that I'd get my own brother involved, knowing damn well what is in store for him. But,
I gotta be honest......I can't go on now....not eating Fozi's cum, every day, not tasting his dick, not being fucked out of my mind by him and his bro! I'm fuckin hooked, and I wake up with cravings every frigging morning....there's no way around it.....I have to set my brother up!