Teen Bully

Disclaimer: Please read: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and is for adult eyes only. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and names are also made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.

A note to all the readers of "Teen Bully" First let me apologize for the long delay once again. I've been on an extended vacation, which I have been longing to do for many years.

However, rather than to keep you all waiting any longer, I have asked my good friend Mark Wild to step in for me, and write this chapter as well as the next. And being the good friend that he is, he happily agreed to do so.

I'm sure, that after reading this chapter, you will agree with me, that he has done an excellent job, dare I say...... even out performing me!

If you enjoy this chapter as much as I feel you will, please drop Mark a line and let him know. His email address is markwild082@yahoo.com

It would mean a great deal to me, because I can't thank him enough myself.

Now, because we haven't heard from Jay and Dover in a while, Mark was kind enough to bring everyone up to date with them.

Thank you Mark, for taking the time to not only help us out with this chapter, but the next chapter as well, you're an awesome writer....and I love ya, man!

Chaz

The one thing I have come to discover about Dover, the one and only fault of his... if you want to call it a fault....is that he's wicked jealous. Just the mere mention of Danny's name, and he glares at me with daggers.

I have gone totally out of my way at school to run into Danny, as I've said. Hoping and even praying that one of these times he'd acknowledge me. But each time he just passed right by, acting like we never even knew each other, and that hurt way more than I can say.

He has changed so much, no longer the center of attention, no longer even SEEKING attention, as a matter of fact... It's like he wants to be invisible, now. Dillan speaks to me... but only rarely... and only in passing, and only if I speak to him first.

I don't want you to think that I don't love Dover, because I do. It's just that the love I feel for Danny is waaaaaay stronger, and even though Danny no longer dominates my body, his memory dominates my heart. As a matter of fact, the ONLY time I CRY anymore is when Dover's away and I'm totally alone in my room, and that's when I miss Danny the most. I try extra hard to hold back the tears... but the memory of the last week or so we spent together, keeps coming back, and the tears start flowing all over again.

Dover and I have tons of sex, and I love it, but it's usually just me serving him and his needs. I mean, other than a butterfly kiss on the forehead or neck, and an occasional hand-job... he never reciprocates. OK, personally? I couldn't see Dover and me in any type of love affair anyways, certainly not between the state's Teenage Boxing Champ and the highschool's most popular faggot.... But I was so sure... that day he came out to me, that that was his way of telling me... he wanted us to be much closer than just good friends. I admit, I was concerned when that happened, because of my love for Danny, But, it turned out that I had no reason to worry, because Dover and I being lovers was never to be.

Dover's been so good for me, and has done so much to restore my life to what it was before the bullies took it over, that I don't feel I have any right to question his desire to remain in the closet. Don't get me wrong, I so totally understand him... not wanting to ruin his reputation. He loves boxing more than anything, and has dreams of becoming the world middleweight boxing champ. But, the thing is.....in todays society.... athletes like Dover can't have it both ways, either he's gay....or he's an athlete, so us as lovers could never be, that is something that could only happen if... or rather... when... the world changes its ignorant views on the subject of gay athletes. So therefore, he and I as lovers or partners, is a no go. For the time being however, I've been content with the fact that there's SOMEONE in my life... who loves me, truly loves me... for the person that I am.

"This was a dream come true for me. Thank you, Chaz, for giving me a shot." Mark.

"Teen Bully" pt. 38

I don't remember where Dover was, but I remember he wasn't with me. Still, I was following the orders he gave me and was running in Fairmont Park. "You gotta work more on your cardio, Jay," was his new favorite thing to say. A couple months ago it was "You don't even know, you know? how wonderful you are," and now it's "Come on, Jay, will ya listen to me now? You gotta straighten your back!"

Don't get me wrong... I really love Dover, but he wasn't around, like I said. I was panting to myself, listening to my feet on the path when I turned a corner. Twenty feet away Danny was sitting on a bench, and I stopped before he saw me. He was wearing black nylon running shorts and was looking across at the trees. My heart began beating faster, way before I got even close to him.

I hardly ever saw Danny these days... he was so reclusive now... after his week at the lake. But he looked so handsome there, so unexpected, that he must have heard me gasp. Or maybe it was because I was panting so hard, but he suddenly looked my way. "Heeey Danny!" I yelled, I was so happy to see him, but he just looked at me and said, "Hello, Jay."

"Danny!" I said, running up to the bench. "What are you doing here, man?" He was looking at his hands but then he stood up. I hadn't seen his eyes this cold in months. "You said you'd do anything in the world for me, Jay.... then you didn't lift a finger to help."

"Danny, I---"

"You thought Sean was doing bad things to me, Jay... which by the way he WASN'T... and still you just stood with that other fag Billy and didn't do a thing...."

"Danny, I---"

"Dillan tried to help me, Jay, and Dover, too---he tried. So why should I believe you love me Jay? Why should I think we're still friends?"

I couldn't believe the words I was hearing... and I felt the ground start to go dizzy beneath me. "That's right, FAGGOT" I heard from behind me. "Who let you out of the house?" I turned around quickly and saw Fozi standing there. His hands were taped up, like Dover's when he spars. "Maybe Danny has new friends now. Friends who understand him..." He was laughing when I spun back around to face Danny.

"Fozi helped me out more than anyone," he spat. "Fozi and I are good friends now...."

"That's right you little bitch,"---I spun around again---"Danny and I ARE good friends now..." Fozi walked over and put his arm around Danny, and Danny spat, "Fozi understands me.....more than you ever did"

"Danny!" I cried. "Listen to me, man!"

"Fozi's my best friend in the world, now, Jay..."

"I'm introducing Danny to all MY friends now..."

"Maybe nobody understands it, but Fozi and I are friends...."

"Danny likes all of MY friends better, don't ya Dano, DON'T YA?"

I lunged forward and tried to slam Fozi Martin with my fist between his eyes, but my hand went right through him and then he was behind me. I spun around again and he was laughing. "You'll never be to Danny what I am to him, FAGGOT..." I lunged again, fists flying at him and fell on my face in the dirt. I looked up and a cloud had covered the sun, and I tried to stand up but the world was wobbling. Then there was thunder and Fozi was laughing.

"Danny! NO!!! You gotta believe me..."

"You never even tried to help me Jay...."

"NO!"

"You never even tried to...."

I woke up with a start. I reached out blindly, but Dover wasn't there. My heart was racing, and the sheets were damp. Outside dogs were barking and it was sunny and summer. I wanted to cry, but I don't do that anymore. Dover was really helping me there, too. I got up and went into the bathroom to shower. I looked at myself in the mirror while I was brushing my teeth. I still loved Danny more than anyone in the wooooorld. Why didn't I try to help him?

School had been out now for a couple of months, and as I lay on what was now a damp towel next to the side of our pool, I wondered where the hell the summer had gone. In less than two weeks, I'd be starting my senior year at Fairmont High.

I had decided to apply to Harvard University in Cambridge, which was where my parents had gone to school. I love my rents, and figured I owed it to them to try to become as successful a lawyer as they had both become.

I was now in better shape than I had ever dreamed I could be. My workouts with Dover four times a week at his gym, and the training he had provided in the ring, had given me waaaaaay more self-confidence, than I had ever had before....at any point in my life. The only problem was that, these last five months, pretty much together side by side, 24/7... had started to take a toll on our friendship.

I'm not the sobbing little bitch I was when Dover and I first met. He helped me to become stronger, both mentally and physically, but more importantly... he taught me to stand up for myself and my beliefs... and to fight for what I want if I have to. It was this last part.... that oddly enough, slowly began driving a stake between us.

I had grown to love Dover immensely, of course, but still... not nearly as much... as I still love Danny. And it became more and more clear that Dover has no intentions of ever coming out of that closet... even PRIVATELY, with ME. I felt more and more I was just there to service his needs, with only a peck on the cheek as a thank you... whenever I finished fulfilling my duty... as he had started to call it.

It was like, I don't know, sometimes he was even impatient with ME lately, like he wanted to call things off... but didn't quite know how to go about it. It was almost as though his work with me was completed, and he was thinking it was time to move on.

I, on the other hand, didn't want to let go either. I had already lost Danny, and I was no where near ready... to lose my Dover as well. So I tried everything I could to keep him happy. And still it seemed the more I tried, the more distant he became.

The sound of my cellphone snapped me back from my reverie, but Dover's voice was still distant. "Hey Jay, just a reminder. We have that party tonight. I'll change at my house.. then we'll pick you up around 8:00 pm, okay?" I hadn't forgotten about the party, but I wished we didn't have to go.

I had been in touch with Josh several times during the summer, and he said he was moving back home. He had called last night and wanted to get together tonight, of course, so I had to explain to him about the party... and even invited him on my own... figuring that it was a costume party.. so who would know he wasn't invited? He'd said he was hoping for some private time with me.. that he had a lot he wanted to tell me.

But I had already made these plans with Dover, or, rather, he had already made these plans for US, and because I felt that our relationship was kinda like walking a tightrope these days, I certainly didn't want another disagreement. Like I said, I wasn't quite ready to let Dover go, so skipping this party he soooooo wanted to attend..... wasn't something I had enough balls to do.

I WAS surprised though, when the doorbell rang, and I ran to the door and opened it.... and there was a delivery from UPS. I signed for the box and opened it, and a Peter Pan costume fell out. There was a note inside from Dover.

"Hey, J. I picked this one out for you special, guy. I can hardly wait to see you in it! We're gonna have some fun tonight, so you better take a nap and rest up! Love ya dude, Dover!"

I took the box to my room and shook the costume out, and, of course, I tried it on right away. I blushed looking at myself in the mirror. I mean, fuck, Peter PAN? As if the green leotards weren't tight enough on my legs, and butt...... the little moccasins were just too "CUTE" for words, the top piece or tunic barely covered my torso... and came down only far enough to cover the top half of my butt!! I came THIS close to screaming that no way was I going to wear it... but then thinking that would just piss Dover off, plus the fact that I hadn't been able to come up with anything myself, other than a sheet to wear as a ghost ... I was outside waiting as PeterPan, when Dover pulled up.

Or rather, when Dover and Billy pulled up. Or should I say, Batman and Robin? Billy... or rather... Robin, was driving, and Dover was riding shotgun. He opened the door and pulled his seat up, so I could climb into the back. Robin whistled, "Woooohooooo, nice legs, Peter!" Batman laughed and I tried to laugh as well, but... I started thinking that something was up, somehow.... something was not right, I mean, I was the one Dover said he loved, right? If he wanted to be Batman, shouldn't I have been Robin? And Billy was a bigger fag than me, for sure, shouldn't HE have been the one in the little green tights, with HIS ass hanging out?

I started hating the little bitch, riding with my Dover up front, while I was left alone in the back seat, listening to him say things like "That's awesome, Batman. I would never have thought of that myself," and "I don't think there's ANYONE stronger than you are, Dover. Not after the way you took out that bully Sean. I bet even his brother Fozi is scared of you, huh? You're the only one around, dude, that he doesn't try to fuck with." We stopped at a red light and Billy reached over and felt up Dover's biceps. I could'a just choked him, the little fucking slut... first trying to put the moves on Danny, and now sweet-talking Dover right in front of my face! I was steaming as we drove out of town... Batman, of course, didn't even seem to notice. I guess there was just too much crime in the front seat... for him to worry about me...

It was already dark when we pulled up to the barn, and although we could see lights through the slats of the walls, there were only about five or six cars parked about. "Now remember we have to keep our masks on ALL THE TIME," Dover said, when we got out of the car and were adjusting our costumes. "Fozi said----"

"Fozi?......"

"Oh, yeah. Didn't I tell you, Mr Pan? This is Fozi's end of summer party, Jay........ Kind of his way to introduce himself to all the new guys at school. You know he's transferring to our school this year, right? His parents want him closer to help look after Sean. I told you that, right?"

"No," I said. "I guess you forgot to mention that to me, BATMAN."

"Well... no matter. A party's a party, right? And I for one wanna have some fun."

"Holy knock-out!" Robin giggled. "Sean's gonna have a fit when he sees YOU, Batman. You really better keep your face covered, huh?"

"I don't know, Robin," Dover said, starting to show off and flex. "I can hide my face, but these arms? I think they're just too awesome to hide..... and I bet he has no trouble remembering THEM, what do you think Robin?"

"Holy amnesia! Batman, I'm with you.....I bet he's gonna remember them just fine" And they walked ahead of me, laughing. I walked behind them, clenching my fists, watching that little slut Billy... trying to make the moves on my Dover. Well at least if I kept my face covered and all.......nobody would have to know who I was. I could just hang out for awhile, and then catch a ride home with someone. Suddenly I started getting that sick feeling ... that Dover wouldn't even mind if I left without him!

Well, it was to be a night of surprises for me, and they started right at the door. Joey and Brandon, who I hadn't seen in ages, were dressed up in Roman gladiator costumes, watching the door and patting people down. "No booze, no drugs!" Brandon said, feeling up my leg. "No cameras, no flashbulbs!" Joey answered, slapping my ass as I passed him.

Inside the barn it was all kind of crazy. A middle area had been swept clean and was lit, but the outer areas, near the walls, were dim and shadowy. It looked like equipment that had been cleared away was just pushed together in a jumble. Strung from two posts was a banner that read:

"THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER"

A Martin production

Music by Wiscasset High's own Romi O.

We were standing around for a minute or two, letting our eyes adjust to the light. People started coming over to talk to Dover and I thought, God, I'm such a faggot... In spite of all the costumes, I was sure I knew a lot of these guys. I saw a guy in a tight white sailor's costume... that I knew immediately was Sean, talking to someone wearing a hobbit outfit. Sean's awesome body... of course... I'd know it anywhere... and I remembered the night Danny had come to take me back... and Sean had made Billy his bitch... I looked at Robin and smirked to myself... thinking it was a shame... that Sean seemed to be busy!

I saw Jamie Hunter, too, who was standing around with a couple of friends, and his was the lamest costume I saw. I mean, he's co-captain of the highschool football team, and was wearing his football uniform. I mean, how lame is that, huh? Even if Jamie IS wicked hot. Like his mask could hide his awesome chest, or his legs or his tight jock butt. The other thing that it couldn't hide... was the awesome fact... that Jamie wasn't wearing a cup. I mean I guess it's pretty obvious that I'm always comparing dudes' crotches these days, but one thing I have to say for Jamie... man, what he packs is ALL beef. I mean, if I hadn't fallen sooooo in love with Danny, and Sean wasn't soooooo friggin' tough, I mean I admit I thought a couple times about the what if's pertaining to ... me and Jamie...

A couple other football players stood around too, but I didn't know who they were... especially one jock who kept conferring with Jamie, and rubbing his hands together.

Joey and Brandon were apparently off-duty, cause I saw them hanging around. I saw who I thought were Chris and Cody too, dressed up like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. It seemed so long ago, you know? since they'd used me at Danny's house. Someone called out, "Be careful, Batman! There's a big green fairy behind you!" I blushed as I watched Dover turn around and laugh, and somebody else yelled "Hey Tinkerbell" and whistled.

I clenched my fists, but Dover saw me and gave me a dirty look. "Behave, Jay. We're not here to fight, remember? We're here to have a little fun." I started to say something, but Dover cut me off. "Come on, we gotta go say hello to our host. We don't want to be RUDE, do we?" Dover gave me a smirk and then turned away, and I followed him across the barn. It took me that long for me to realize that things had TOTALLY spiralled Out of Control.... since that day when Danny first used me.

On a platform pushed against the side of the barn Fozi sat up on a makeshift throne. I'd heard that he'd been calling himself the new King of Bullies, which might have been true, since Danny retired. But King or not, even I have to admit, he looked like a strong young Lion up there. He was dressed in his famous tight yellow leather speedo, and a tight black leather vest... opened wide to show off his well muscled chest, and his hard as rock abdominal muscles. I found myself admiring him in spite of myself, and even wondering if the rumors were true about his awesome dick..... and his ability to literally get off like four times in a row....without a break.....fuckin incredible ...if you ask me.

Then we got closer, and my breath caught and I stumbled, and Billy ran into me from behind. "Watch where you're going, Robin!" I hissed. "Oh my god, Peter, look at that!" I looked at the stage and my whole world started crumbling. Helping Fozi fulfill his new role as KING was the former king of bullies himself, obediently kneeling on his left side, and the former king's brother... kneeling on his right. They both had their necks down, looking down at the floor... wearing two leather dog collars around their necks. Attached to each collar was a leash, that Fozi held tight in his hands. Other than their collars, Danny and Dillan... were only wearing tight white briefs. Danny was blushing as he looked at the floor, but, strangely, Dillan seemed calm. I could hear people around me whispering to themselves and some other guys behind us, snickering. As we approached Fozi motioned us up onto the stage, saying, "Wow, Batman! Awesome costume!"

He even stood up and shook Dover's hand, looking over at me as he did so. "And you must be... what? a fairy?" I swallowed hard and said, "Peter Pan." "Well, Peter, I'm glad you could make it, DUDE........ Any friend of Batman's is okay by ME!" Dillan started getting restless then, still looking at the ground, and pulling at his leash. "I think he remembers you, Batman!" Fozi laughed. "He'll never trespass again, I bet." Fozi reached down and tousled Dillan's hair. "He's a good pup, though. Just a little excitable." He tugged at the leash and Dillan looked up. "Why don't you show Batman what a good pup you are, huh? You want to be a good pup for Fozi, DONCHA?"

My heart sank as I watched my old friend Dillan eagerly crawl over to where Dover was standing. Without a word he looked over at Fozi until Fozi nodded his head. I watched in disbelief as my friend leaned forward, and began sniffing Dover's butt. Someone behind me giggled; but I spun around and glared, and the giggling stopped. But what did it matter? By the time I turned back Dillan was rubbing his face against the tight gray briefs that Dover, as Batman, was wearing. His eyes were closed again, and he was pawing lightly at the floor. No one was forcing him at all, and his leash hung slack from his neck.

"You sure did a good job on this one, Fozi! You think I could maybe borrow him sometime?" King Fozi pretended to ponder the question. "Well, I have to admit, Batman, I'm pretty protective of my pups, ya know? But I think that for you I could make some exceptions. Because of the respect I have for you, and all" Then with his eyes on me.... "I bet, for sure, we could work something out" Dover missed the wink Fozi had given me. "Awesome, bro," Dover said, high-fiving. "What does the other one do?" I saw Danny stiffen as he was referred to, and I tried to turn away. But Dover grabbed my arm and held me there, with his eyes bored into mine.

"This one, dude?" Fozi jerked Danny's leash. "Why, just about everything, bro!" Fozi looked down at the former king and laughed and snapped his fingers once. Danny slowly crawled to his side and nuzzled Fozi's leg. Fozi for his part reached down and scratched Danny behind his ear. Danny moved his head forward closer to Fozi's crotch. Fozi jerked him back by his collar and turned again to Dover. "They sure are a handful, though, Batman, I gotta tell ya. Sometimes it's all I can do, man, I swear, just to keep em fed!" "Well... they don't look too hungry to ME, dude." Dillan pawed the ground again and started licking Dover's butt. I heard him whine as his tongue lapped the fabric and someone behind me said, "Gross..."

Fozi reached down and scratched Danny's ear again. "He's really a good doggie, MOST of the time. I've been working with him most of the summer." He took a step forward and stroked the leather bulge of his crotch just inches from Danny's face. Danny looked pleadingly up, and went "Woof?" but Fozi just laughed and shook his head no. Danny whimpered in embarrassed frustration as he looked at Fozi's crotch. I tried to turn away again, but Dover held tight to my arm. "See what I mean, dude? He's ALWAYS hungry. I tell ya, I'm at my wit's end!"

"Think you could use a little help there, buddy?"

"Damn, Batman, is that an offer?" Fozi grinned evilly as Dover stepped forward and looked down at a kneeling Danny. "Hey doggie," he said, and as Danny looked up Fozi handed Dover his leash. Dover cupped his bulge and gave the leash a little jerk and we all watched Danny crawl forward. Dover put his hand out around Danny's neck and guided his face to his crotch. This wasn't Danny, this couldn't be Danny, I thought in horror as Fozi laughed. But Dover began slowly humping his face and Danny reached up without hesitation and put his hands on Dover's thick muscled thighs. Sighing, like he was resigned to it all, he rubbed his nose and face over Dover's growing bulge. I could see Billy groping himself from the corner of my eye.

Dover reached down and fingered Danny's collar, playing with the little gold plate. "What's this, bro?" he asked the new King of Bullies. "His name tag, Batman," Fozi answered. Dover squatted down and lifted the plate. "Fido," he said, and my stomach went cold. "Property of Fozi Martin." Dover looked at me and grinned, then stared down at Danny. "Is that your new name, Fazio? Fido?" And Danny looked up and nodded. "Woof." Dover stood up and mashed his crotch even harder into Danny's face.

"Stop it," I muttered, looking at Dover. "Please, Batman, please don't do this?" Danny paused a second when he heard my voice and looked in my eyes and opened his mouth. A single tear ran down his cheek as he looked at me and then at Dover and seemed to make a connection. He closed his eyes and his body sagged but his face never left Dover's crotch. I watched in fascination as Dover got hard and Danny sniffed the long bulge of his rod. He ran his face and nose back and forth along its hardening length. I watched until his tongue came out and started licking, and then couldn't look any more.

"Stop this," I pleaded, looking at Fozi, but Fozi just shrugged and winked at me. I reached out and grabbed Dover hard by his shoulder, and said, "I'm warning you, stop." I heard Fozi whistle as Dover and I stood there, glaring at each other. I swear, I fucking hated him during that brief period, while Danny was down there, slurping. I looked down and saw that Danny's dick was hard, straining the front of his briefs. Fight or flee, isn't that what they say? When have I EVER... fucking been brave?

I jumped off the stage and tumbled into a dude dressed up in a Spiderman costume. I pushed past him and was halfway back into the crowd when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I was spun around hard, almost losing my balance, and there was Sean the Sailor. "Where do you think YOU'RE going, fairy?" "Leave me the fuck alone," I panted. "The last I heard.... I didn't belong to YOU." An evil grin swept across Sean's face. "Fozi says you better not leave." "Fozi, Fozi... FUCK Fozi, okay? And you can TELL him that for me..."

Then Sean in turn felt a hand on his shoulder and Dover was saying, "Okay, that's enough. Tell your brother I'll take it from here." He pulled Sean back and Sean spun around only to stop dead in his tracks. His face went blank for a second or two, and he began to shiver lightly. He continued to look and look at Dover... then his eyes cleared and he took a step back. "You," he muttered. "Motherfucker... it was you... you were the asshole that punched me out..."

Dover smiled at Sean, and cupped his crotch. "Yeah? You see something you like?" Dover taunted. "You think we got unfinished business?" Sean clenched his fists and unclenched them two times, then his face broke into his old evil grin. He grabbed the front of his sailor pants and cupped his ample bulge. "You can count on that, ASSHOLE----but first.... but first...." he looked back at the stage, "I got some stuff to take care of at home..." We both of us watched him cut away, then Dover turned back to me.

"Why, Dover, why?" I looked at him. "Is THAT why you wanted... for us to attend this party so damn bad... So I'd be forced to fucking see this?"

"Danny this and Danny that, and Danny's so fucking wonderful. I truly thought you and I would be the best of friends forever, Jay, but you never even gave me a chance. I waited for months, man, I waited for you.... And yeah, I guess it WAS time... that you saw for yourself..."

A little crowd was forming around us, like kids'll do when they sense a fight. "That's not Danny!" My whole body trembled. "He must be on drugs... or something..." "DAMN it, Jay!" Dover said, stepping forward. "What's it gonna fucking take, huh, HUH? Maybe that's not the Danny you remember, but it sure as fuck is the Danny NOW. He's JUST a FAGGOT like you, now, Jay! Probably always has been..... in his own little world.......Whaddya think of THAT?"

Before I even realized what I was doing my fist slammed into Dover's face. To this day I'm not sure who was more shocked--him or me... He staggered back and grabbed his head and someone behind me said "Holy Fuck..." Half doubled over Dover tore at his mask and pulled it off his head. My other fist connected under his jaw and dropped him to his knees. He tried to get up, but he fell back down. It took him two tries to finally get up. Once he stood up you could already see that he was gonna have a shiner...

I waited for Dover to pound me senseless, but I underestimated him. I'd just decked the State's Teenage Boxing Champ, me... who was just a faggot... But then I remembered how once he had told me, that he would never, EVER hit me... and now, even if I probably deserved it, he kept his word as a true friend. "I'm sorry, Jay... We could have been the best of friends... I'll see ya around, okay?" He looked at me sadly with those puppy-dog eyes of his, and turned and left the barn. Robin followed him out the door, and Romi yelled "Rock 'n roll !!" The barn filled up with the sound of guitars. I was left standing there alone, without a friend in the world.

Suddenly next to me a pile of rope jerked and hissed and uncoiled quickly upward. Seconds later a magnificent figure in blue and red dangled upside down in front of me. I swear I musta jumped two feet. Then he did a somersault off the rope and landed on his toes a foot away. "Dude!" he said. "That was fuckin' awesome! Where'd you learn to do THAT?" I gulped and said, "Jeezus, dude! You scared me half to death!" It was the kid in the Spiderman costume. I knew I recognized the voice, but with so much shit going on, and the loudness of the music, I couldn't really make it out.

"Shit," he said, tugging at the rope, "just like riding the knots in gym class!" I couldn't see his face, of course, and his mask helped to muffle his voice, but even through his outfit I could see he was wicked built. He had really wide shoulders and what looked like superbuilt arms and the blue and red fabric of his costume stretched over his chest...over the curve of his pecs... even outlining the tips of his nipples. His chest tapered down to a real narrow waist, ridge by ridge down over his six-pack, and once... when my eyes lingered on his red tights? man, he had muscles in ALL the right places.

"I don't have time to talk long, dude. I'm hot on the trail of some evil-doers." I couldn't help but smile.."Yeah, Right" Spiderman cocked his head and looked straight at me. "Think what you want, dude, but my Spider-sense is tingling. Some weird shit is happening here tonight, man. I don't think Fozi liked very much... what you just did to his good friend Batman. I think they had something planned tonight, dude... something to do with you and Danny. I think you just messed that up, and guess what?... It looks like Fozi's pissed."

"Fozi's always fuckin' pissed" I said......trying wicked hard to place the voice. "I don't know what the hell his problem is"

"Well, if I were you, man, I'd get out of here PRONTO. He's gunning for ya, Peter."

"Thanks for the warning, dude. But I'll be okay... I just need to talk to Danny ONE second, I swear, then I'm outa here, too..."

"You're crazy, man. You're crazier than me---and I'm a super-fucking-hero!... Well... I gotta go, dude... Don't say... I didn't warn ya!" "Okay, Spiderman," I said, "I won't. And thanks, I guess."

"No problem, dude. And Peter?" "Yeah?" He cocked his head at me, and it was almost like he was grinning under his mask, although, like I said... I couldn't see if he was or not. "Nice butt!"

He slipped back into the little knots of people milling around, and I grabbed my tunic and tried to pull it down more over my ass, but there just wasn't too much TO pull down, ya know? I tried to figure out what to do, and finally thought that I'd try to make my way closer to the stage but far enough away from it so as not to be noticed, until I could get a chance to maybe see Danny alone for a minute or two. Like I said, that was my plan. I hadn't gone very far though, when I felt a pair of hands grab me from the side, and I stood face to face with Jamie Hunter.

"There you are, Tinkerbell!" Even through his mask I could see the glint in his eye, and could see his mouth curling up at the corners. "Bet you think you're hot shit now, eh faggot? Cause you got lucky with a couple punches?" I tried to shrug him off, but he only tightened his grip on my upper arms and shook me good and hard... hard enough for my teeth to rattle, and for me to wonder what I might be in for... now that Dover was gone... "Just be lucky it wasn't ME in front of you, faggot! I wouldn't'a been so hesitant... about slamming u back!"

Suddenly his hand darted out and grabbed me behind my neck, and he crushed until it hurt so bad I had to bend over, clutching at his forearm, even while I sank to my knees in front of him. The full bulge of his dick in his gamepants hovered like a couple of inches from my face, and even in the dim light I could see the tense shaft of his tool, and the flare of the head... It was almost like he could read my mind, cause he said, "Remind you of anything, Tinkerbell? Like maybe of that night when you and my big dick got real acquainted? Bet you miss that, huh, faggot? The way my big football jock dick pounded your mouth? The way it's getting ready to pound your boyfriend's?"

I looked up quickly and started to protest, but when I did he just forced my open mouth against the front of his gamepants and held my face there while he ground his crotch teasingly against my face. I could feel the heat of his crotch even through the fabric, and, yup... you guessed it... I felt that familiar tingling down below and yup, a full hard-on in like five seconds flat... It'd been so long, since anyone had talked down to me like that... I sighed and my shoulders slumped a little... and I felt my resistence fading... when suddenly Football Jock jerked me up on my feet again. "Come here, you fuckin fairy."

Jamie pulled me quickly back into the shadows, back where all the equipment was piled. I stumbled ahead of him, his hand still tight on my neck. "Fozi says he wants to see you, but I think we got some time!" Jamie pushed me roughly and I fell to the floor, skinning my knees through my tights. "I've been waiting for months to get another crack at your mouth." He made a fist. "What do you say to that, FAGGOT?" I suddenly started feeling sooooooo stupid, for making Dover go away... When I didn't answer, Jamie said, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He grinned down at me. "The sight of my pumped-up body and awesome legs got you boning, queer? Yeah, I bet it fucking does." He cupped his crotch and leered at me. "So tell me, dick-breath, how does it feel? Now that DANNY seems to be busy... why don't you tell me... in your own words... how MUCH you're gonna fuckin enjoy... taking care of my cock again!"

Jamie took a step forward till he was right in my face. He balled his fists in front of me and I could smell his strong jock odor. "I'll tell ya, what, FAG. You give me some head? Maybe I won't hurt Danny TOO bad, later. Sounds like a deal, huh? Danny don't get hurt, and you get to taste my tool again! Tell me you ain't been thinking about it, about the taste of my powerful dick!" I looked up at Jamie, and I couldn't deny... that a lot of what he said was true. "Please, Jamie, huh? Just leave Danny alone? I'll blow you every day, if ya want!" "You're damn right you will, you fucking fruit... Now get over here and get to work. We don't have as much time as I want, but, trust me, there's ALWAYS tomorrow, haha..."

I moved over in front of Jamie Hunter, and part of me was trembling. "What... what do you want me to do first, Jamie?" Jamie's chest expanded wide and he moved his legs apart. "Fucking sniff my gamepants, man, till my tool bones up real hard. Then you can unlace my pants and pull it OUT, then make love to my thick meat with your MOUTH!"... Meekly I bent my face to his pants, and rubbed my nose all over his crotch. I don't think he'd washed those pants all season, or worn his jock much, either. In fact, just the smell of Jamie's basket was doing a number on my own, and he didn't have to force me... I opened my mouth and started kissing it all over.

"Aw, yeah, faggot, like that smell? Like where my nuts have been all season, man? My dick sure likes the feel of your warm breath, queerboy... Fuck, dude, look at it! It's getting real hard, ain't it?"

It WAS getting hard. Right under my mouth.... Jamie's cock was expanding, stretching out the front of his gamepants bad, and pushing out the laces on the knitted pouch. I moaned softly and started licking the pouch, all along the length of his thick shaft, till we both were sighing... and I felt like I was back in my place again...

I reached out and started fumbling with his laces. "Yeah, bitch, that's right, just undo 'em a little. Just enough to pull my cock out, ya know? Aw man, this is gonna be wonderful, huh? Now that DANNY don't seem so TOUGH, I got plans for that cocksucking mouth of yours all school year..." My heart was pounding as I reached in the flap and felt the shaft of his cock with my fingers. I knew Jamie's cock was a big one... from before, and I couldn't help my mouth from going dry, in my excitement at seeing it again... Slowly, in the shadows, I eased it out, till his beautiful tool stuck out from the laces, and throbbed commandingly in front of my mouth. "That's right, you faggot, kiss it now." He grabbed my ear and jerked my head up. "Show Jamie Hunter the respect he deserves!"

Suddenly he spit down at me and hit me square in the face, and then speared my mouth with the thick tube of his cock. Despite this sudden oral invasion, my own cock wasn't minding it at all, and it was all I could do... to not reach down... "God DAMN, faggot, you got much better... since we did this the last time, HUH? Your mouth is really respecting me now, HUH? just like your boyfriend's mouth is gonna do?" I looked up humbly but questioningly, and Jamie just laughed and shook his head at my face. "Maybe when Fozi finally gets some new fags, I can have both you AND Danny down on my dick! Would you like that, faggot? Seeing your old tough boy Dano taking my cock in front of ya? Seeing his cock get as hard as yours gets, now that he's accepted what a faggot he is?" I shook my head no, his cock still in my mouth. "Yeah, you would, faggot. Don't lie to me, queer. I bet... the two of you sharing my cock... would make your relationship even stronger! haha...."

He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, till there were tears running down my face from his hard insistent thrusts. "Aw, yeah, faggot, you know your stuff, don't ya? Danny's gonna need a LOT of practice... to get as good as you are, huh?" Jamie was leaking so much in my mouth my tongue was covered already, and I had to swallow so I wouldn't lose.... any of his precious juice. It just kept leaking out his piss slit, though, and my mouth kept filling up! I never knew, then or now, a dude who leaked as much pre-cum, as Jamie fucking Hunter!

But all good things, they say, have to come to an end, and Jamie did... fucking right in my mouth! He held my head and pumped me hard, and the smell of his cock was amazing. My nose was mashed in his sweaty pubes and I thought I could smell his nuts too. Suddenly his legs buckled and he grabbed my shoulders and grunted... and that was all the warning I got, that this tough boy was gonna unload. I felt his warm football cream flooding my mouth, and my own cock throbbed as I eagerly swallowed it down. Three, and then four, really strong creamy spurts hit my tongue and slid down my open throat. For the very first time my bad angel whispered, You might even like that, seeing Danny getting used... you might even like that, every once in awhile...

Roughly, Jamie pulled his thick cock half out of my mouth, so the last of his sperm leaked right on my tongue. I swallowed it slowly, savoring the warm taste, and kept sucking on his tube for more. Eventually, though, Jamie pulled out of my mouth, and made me kiss his awesome dick, before ordering me to tuck it back in.

He even insisted that I thank him for letting me blow him and for feeding me his delicious cum. Jamie pulled me back up on my feet and smirked at the wet spot on the front of my tights. "We'll take care of THAT later, fairy... and as much as I KNOW you are DYING to taste my awesome dick again... we're late... and this ain't about you ......not right now. Come on, Tinkerbell... let's GO!..."

We worked our way back across the barn to the stage again, Jamie only stopping once to talk a couple cans of beer off of someone he knew. The guy he was standing with before was waiting for him and they grinned at each other. "Drink up, bro!" Jamie said, tossing him one of the beers. Jamie's friend looked at me and then back at Jamie. "This the faggot's boyfriend?" "Probably," Jamie said. "Faggots got a lot of boyfriends, huh?" They musta thought this was the funniest thing they'd heard in weeks, the way they snickered and slapped each other's palms and shit. Jamie's friend looked at me. "You faggot," he said, then popped his beer and proceeded to ignore me.

Fozi was standing on stage talking with some dudes I didn't recognize, probably some dudes from his old highschool, and, like before, Danny and Dillan were sniffing them as they stood there and chatted.

I hardly recognized Dillan, he was so docile, rubbing his face on some dude's butt and crotch that he didn't even know, while looking over at Fozi every so often, his mouth moving and a weird light in his eyes. Danny was looking at Fozi too, but with a sad and resigned puppy-dog face that made my heart go out to him all over again... my Danny... my tough Danny... looking up at his new best friend while he ran his nose along the hard bulge of some Wiscasset High freshman he didn't even know. Like me that time they took me to the mall.... Fozi would scratch the bulge of his yellow leather speedos every so often, and when he did Danny and Dillan would moan softly and you could see little shivers go through their bodies.

Fozi was saying, "You see, the thing is... Some dudes are just fags, ya know? I know, I know, it sounds fuckin crazy, but some dudes are just like that. But then you got these other dudes who think they're so fucking tough, thinking they got real big nuts cause they go around beating on faggots instead of taking on real guys, ganging up on another dude's brother, ya know? Trying to hurt him cause they knew he was waaaaay more stronger than they were... yeah, bro, they even fractured his jaw..."

"Fuck, bro..."

"Yeah, man. So I had to show em, man, you don't fuck with the Martin brothers. The thing is....they're actually kind of strong, man, especially Butch here" Fozi reached down and scratched Dillan behind his ear... which had Danny moaning in frustration---"but once I laid my fists into em a few times... and showed em who was the STRONGER... and who was the FAKES... I tell ya, bro, they was respecting my big boy soon enough... and BEGGING for it too, HUH Fido?" Danny looked over and blushed and hesitated a second, but then Fozi glared at him and he slowly nodded yes, and I saw his dick twitch in his tight white briefs.

Someone sniggered and said "Yeah, right," and Fozi spun around like he was looking for the culprit... but of course, nobody fessed up. Still, with HIS ego, every little doubt on anyone else's part was just an excuse... to show once again... his awesome powers of dominance. He suddenly cut his audience short, just like he was the Pope or something, and remembered he had to go pray. He turned and made his way back to his throne and his new pets followed him, leashed up and crawling. They again took their places on either side of him, as Fozi settled back and spread his legs wide. He looked out into the crowd and began:

"Guess most of you know these Fazios, here. Before they made him lose his memory.... my brother Sean would tell me stories... all about how tough they were, and how Danny was even the toughest jock in the whole friggin' school after HIM of course. Well guess what dudes.... Things have changed! Turns out that they were just secret fags, hiding their true feelings behind a closet door.......just like the other fags they picked on. Guess cause they were so tough and all...... they had most people fooled. BUT YOU CAN'T FOOL FOZI MARTIN, DUDES!!! That's why I'm sitting where I am right now, and I'm telling ya, dudes, take a good look at me....check these guns out......check out my whole fuckin body....cause you all will be seeing lot's of it once school starts! Maybe even feelin it occasionally if ya get in my way.....ya know?"

Fozi relaxed grandly against the back of his throne like he could feel all our eyes on him, licking. I guess I was always so awed by Sean that I never had time.... to notice Fozi before. But I was noticing him now. I didn't need to feel Jamie's hand on my neck again, I didn't need to hear him hiss "Bet you like that" in my ear... to admit to myself that the New King wasn't bluffing. HIs well-muscled arms rested lax against the chair and his fingers drummed the little sides of wood. His black vest hung open even wider in that position.... like his still-developing pecs were pushing it open, just barely covering his darker nipples and leaving his six-pack exposed. I looked at Dillan and Danny, there on their knees---and when I looked back at Fozi... suddenly I hated him.

His tight leather speedos could barely contain... what I'd heard was really impressive. Stretched tightly against the tan skin of his abs, cut three inches under his navel, the taut yellow leather glistened in the barn light... and curved in a mound around his well-packed dick and plum-sized balls. Beneath it those twin baby-makers bulged large, and plump... and well-filled... and hypnotic. Lounged back as he was with his legs splayed out, and even the muscles of his calves apparent... it didn't take me hearing Jamie whisper, "Yeah, you fag, you really do like that, huh?" to imagine myself on my knees looking up... up into that smirking face as my hands slid slowly up his legs... over the tough-boy muscles of his thighs... to the leather goal of his crotch. There was a strange moment, too, when my eyes drifted over the crowd and I saw even Sean, yeah....even tough boy Sean... looking intently at Fozi's tight-packed leather crotch... like even HE couldn't quite believe... how fucking awesome his brother had become. I looked back at Danny, and he was looking at Fozi like I was. When I looked back to Fozi... I hated him even more.

Dillan must've seen him looking, too, cause he stretched at his leash and tried to butt Danny hard, like he wanted to push him away. But Danny glared at his younger brother, and stretched at HIS leash to maintain his position. It was almost like they weren't brothers anymore, but kinda like weird competitors, and Fozi watched them jostling around, grinning down at his Fazio conquests. Jamie squashed his beer can and threw it behind him and Dillan pushed Danny's shoulder hard. Danny snarled and lunged at his bro, and in a second they were wrestling and punching.

Fozi waited till they'd each landed a few good hits then leaned forward and grabbed for their leashes. He pulled them both up, hard against each leg, their necks taut under their collars. He grinned over to where Sean was standing and said, "Damn, bro, how come they're so worked up tonight? I thought you said you were gonna feed em?" Sean grinned half-stupidly from his place on the stage, and said, loud enough for all to hear....."I did, bro! Just like you told me, Fozi... They each got a load! A big one!" Fozi grinned back at his dumb older brother and said, "Just one load, Sailor Boy? Well, I guess that's okay, dude. You did what you could!" He leaned forward and patted Dillan right on his head, and said, "Guess you're still hungry, huh, Butch?" All that were within listening distance began laughing uncontrollably.

"Please, Fozi, PLEEEAASE? I'm beggin ya, man---you can hit me if you want. You told me you'd make me beg for your dick, in front of my friends, and... I am, dude... I suck you better than FIDO, anyway... just let me taste it, Master, PLEEEAASE?" His hand reached out, but Danny slapped it away and snarled at his brother. "Please, Fozi, please, man? You know he's a liar, you know I suck you better than anyone else." Danny blushed as Fozi rubbed his full pouch right in front of him, and looking down I could see that he was starting to leak in his white briefs. "I used to say I'd beat the fuck out of anyone who said I was queer, but... you made me your bitch, and you're even younger than me, but waaaaay stronger... Fozi, please? I'll lick your feet if you want me to, or your pits or ANYTHING... I'll do anything you want, man.... you know that.... PLEASE? Please feed me....even if it's just only a taste for now...please....I'm sooo fuckin hooked on your thick cum, man"

Sean giggled stupidly, distracting us all, as he pointed to Dillan's boner. "You oughta make em fight for it, bro! So all their OLD friends can SEE how it is, when you try to fuck with the Martins!" Fozi leaned back again, smiling widely. "Damn, bro, that's a wicked idea!" He laughed again. "So what you're saying is... I just wanna be sure here... I oughta make these two faggots fight for the bone?" Sean nodded his head gleefully. "No pain, no gain, bro, if you know what I mean!" Then Sean looked over at me... and winked.

"Damn, bro, guess you ain't as dumb as you look! Remind me to give you a raise, okay?" Fozi laughed at his own stupid joke, then looked at his dogs and said, "Stand." My two old friends got up off their knees and stood in front of their new teen master. Fozi spread his legs even more, cupping the bulge of his crotch. He looked at Dillan. "You want my cock?" "Please, Fozi, you know I do..." He turned to Danny. "And how about you, Fido?" "More than anything," Danny whispered. You'd think he'd just won the fucking lottery, the way Fozi grinned at Jamie. "Then fight for it, bitches. Fight for my dick, and all it's glorious cum. Let's see you trade some punches. Maybe if one of you can knock the other bitch down, I'll reward the winner.....with a Happy Meal!"

Surely, I thought, he had gone too far, and at last my two friends would refuse. I mean Danny and Dillan were thicker than thieves, and NOTHING came between them. Well, okay, I did a few times, when they were breaking me in as their fag, but you know what I mean, ya know? I knew Dillan worshipped his bro. So when his first punch hit Danny right in the face..... I don't know who flinched more: Danny because of the punch that hurt, or Dillan, when he connected. Danny backed off and they started circling, wary, ignoring the cat-calls.

"He fucked you two times last night, Bitch---you know it's my turn, man." Danny reached in and slapped his bro, and Dillan danced away. "That's cause you're all fucked-out, big brother. You're too loose for Him, THESE days!" Someone whistled and said, "Oooo yuck!" Then Danny swung forward and the next thing I knew they were punching each other like addicts. Each time one of their fists would connect you could hear the dull thud on their flesh, and Fozi leaned back on his throne and watched on, wearing an evil grin.....the King of his little world.

Danny got Dillan into a clinch, and knocked his head with his. Dillan broke loose and went stumbling back, falling on one knee. You could see the sweat beading on his forehead and on his muscled chest. Danny was panting heavily, too, as Dillan sprang back up.

He hissed, "Nice try, but you've lost it, bro! You ain't the MAN, anymore!" Danny circled and slapped him again. "You can't even suck a cock any good. I've watched you, Butch. You gag!" Danny swung hard, but then lost his balance, which was just the opening Dillan needed. His fist hit Danny full in his plexus, knocking his wind out a second. Danny swung again but his aim was off, and it glanced off Dillan's shoulder. The next thing I knew Dillan's fist hit his jaw, with a crack that made even Sean jump---and Danny stumbled back, lost his balance and fell, and lay there a second, disoriented. Dillan was on him before he got up, but then Fozi stood up and said "Stop" Panting, Dillan dismounted his bro, just as he was about to throw another solid right...... into Danny's face. Then Dillan gave Danny a smirk and hissed, "You're fucking pathetic."

Danny's lip was quivering as he slumped on the floor and looked past Dillan to the King. "I lost my balance, that... that shouldn't count," but Fozi just shook his head no. Danny pounded the floor in frustration, which had Jamie and his stupid friend howling. Danny reached forward and grabbed Dillan's leg, and bit him hard on his ankle. Dillan howled and kicked at his head, and Danny fell back again, panting. Dillan hopped around a few times, swearing, which sent Sean into goofy hysterics.

Fozi once again took his throne, and waited for things to calm down. "Looks like this is your lucky night, Butch. So..... You wanted to blow me? Come on up, champ......but .....I want our friends from school.....to watch"

to be continued!