The Taming of the Jock

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THE TAMING OF THE JOCK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER SEVEN

In some respects, Memorial Day weekend was the disaster I feared it would be. Tyhcinn made me do every imaginable chore around the cabin. I was cook, waiter, busboy, dishwasher and maid. I scrambled eggs, made sandwiches, grilled hamburgers, and poured drinks from seemingly endless bottles of Jack Daniels and Fireball. I cracked open enough beers to satisfy the entire bleacher section at a major-league baseball game. On a hot day.

Tyhcinn's mom and my mom each had packed food, but it was obvious Tyhcinn had planned on Tony and Lang being around, because Mrs. Lomand packed enough for four. Actually, my mom packed enough for four and Tyhcinn's mom packed enough for six or eight.

I was also the resident cocksucker, pussyboi and cumdump for the weekend. Try as I might, I never viewed that role as a disaster. Okay, I liked it. It was weird because I hated losing to Tyhcinn, Lang and, most of all, Tony. But the sex... fuck, it was hot and exciting. Damn exciting. Strangely, I got turned on when I was humiliated and treated as a cumdump. It was confusing enough that I rode the waves and didn't try to figure out what hell was going on.

We slept in on Saturday and it was late morning by the time I showered. I'd removed the rubber band that encased my cock and balls, and when I emerged from the bathroom, I was met by a glare from Tyhcinn. His skinny black arms were folded across his chest, and I could tell he was not a happy camper. He held up the rubber band and the twine attached to it and growled, "Didn't I make it clear you're on a short lease, jock boy? So you take this off your junk one more time and you're gonna be famous. Maybe not the kind of famous that you hoped for. Certainly not the kind of famous your parents hoped for."

I nodded and glumly grabbed my junk and stuffed it into the rubber band. I started to get dressed, but Tyhcinn yanked on the twine attached to the homemade cock ring and snarled, "Did I tell you that you could get dressed, dick brain? I'm only going to tell you this one more time. For the weekend, you're a pussyboi cumdump and you do everything I tell you to do, even if your pea brain thinks it makes no sense. You are not allowed clothes. Got that? You're fucking bubble butt is bare all weekend, and your cock and balls will get nothing but fresh air and sunshine. Just read what's on your stomach and butt – `Pussyboi Cumdump.' Welcome to your weekend in paradise."

Fuck. The weekend was already shaping up to be an endless series of catastrophes. Except the thought of Tyhcinn keeping me naked was, well, kinda exciting.

Tossing the coiled-up twine to me, Tyhcinn pointed to the kitchen and ordered me to make breakfast. I sighed when I saw the mess in the living room, but swept up most of the empty beer cans, dirty dishes and snack food wrappers and started in on breakfast.

Later, the guys were still mourning their hangovers and munching on the remnants of breakfast when Tony grabbed his junk and asked, "You want my eggs for breakfast, Tyler? Be a nice little cocksucker and suck my dick. I need to get off."

This was going to go on all weekend. Tyhcinn left no doubt about what he expected me to do, pointing to the floor in front of where Tony was sprawled out.

Resigned to my fate, I got on my knees between Tony's thick thighs and went down on him. "Damn, Tyler," Tony sneered, "This is the prettiest I've ever seen you look. Your ruddy red cheeks are extra flushed after Tyhcinn fucked you up the ass all night with his black horse cock, and you look so damn fine with my dick in your mouth. Those pouty red lips of yours were made for cock." I had two and half days of verbal abuse to look forward to. At least the scenery was good. As usual, Tony hadn't bothered with a shirt, and his awesome arms and pumped chest caused me to forget that I was sucking his cock. And having Tony's hard brown prod buried in my throat was... um, hot. I didn't dare give Tony any hint that I wanted his dick.

I coaxed Tony's fat cock into a climax and Tony into a loud shout of "Fuck Yeah!" He blew his wad into my mouth and growled, "Swallow my cum, cocksucker!" Gasping as his last dribble of cum oozed from his dick, he added, "That is one fine cocksucking mouth ya got there, Tyler. All this time you missed your calling." Having delivered my second blow job of the day, it occurred to me that I was going to have the taste of teen cum in my mouth the entire weekend.

I would never admit it to my tormentors, but I got a jolt of satisfaction when I brought Tony off in my mouth, and his dick juice wasn't bad tasting. And yesterday, as much as I told myself I hated being turned into a cumdump, I'd gotten off when each of the guys had cum inside my ass. Okay, part of me was into the whole pussyboi thing. The sex was incredible, better than I had dreamed and certainly better than whacking off. What bothered me wasn't getting my butt pounded and my throat pillaged, it my friends' gloating about it.

Lang took his opportunity to get off a load while I was washing the breakfast dishes. The cabin didn't possess the luxury of a dishwasher, so after breakfast I did the dishes by hand in a sink of soapy water. I didn't know the tall redhead was behind me until he slipped his hands around my chest and pinched my tits. He whispered in my ear, "I used to watch you in your jock strap all the time in the locker room after baseball practice, Tyler. The way you strutted your stuff and never bothered to put a towel around your waist after showering was freaking hot. I used to beat off thinking about your awesome bubble butt and how good it would feel to slide my dick into it."

Lang was doing exactly that, sliding his slender pole in between my butt cheeks. I had another vision of missed opportunities. Not only had I missed doing it with Tyhcinn during high school, I could have had firsthand experience with Lang Long Dong instead of merely gazing at the dude's junk from afar and laughing about his nickname.

"Watching your naked bubble butt got me hard, Tyler. You're gonna help me with that little problem. Stay right where you are." Only Lang would call his stiff pecker a `little' problem.

Lang greased his donkey dong and put enough lube on the head to cover my hole with multiple coats of lube. He swirled his cock around the entrance to my ass and said, "Time for my cock to visit your tight hole, baby. And its gonna leave you a little present."

I held my breath, worrying that my ass would be raw after getting buttfucked by all three guys yesterday and then having Tyhcinn's cock become a frequent flyer inside me during the night. But my hole wasn't as sore as I feared. That was good, because getting Lang's long dong inside my butt was turning me on and giving me a major boner. Lang worked his way into my ass, pulling out twice to relube his shaft and telling me how tight my butthole was and how horny he was to fuck my brains out. I liked hearing that my butt was driving the stud wild.

Once his monster was all the way up my chute, Lang bred me as I stood facing the sink. He fucked my hole like crazy, slamming me against the countertop. The dude was tall enough and rammed me hard enough that he lifted me off my feet a couple of times. He got close and growled, "Here it comes baby. I'm gonna cum in your ass! I'm cumming!" He skewered my hole with a final, deep thrust and his cum jetted into my hole.

Lang kept me pinned against the sink for a minute or two, but when he finally pulled out he sneered, "You got a damn nice ass, Tyler boy. A tight Ty-ass."

I was hoping Lang wouldn't detect my rock hard cock, but alas, he grabbed it, squeezed it like a vice and snarled, "Don't tell me you didn't like that. You fucking love having my cock buried in your butthole. Ya think you know a guy but sometimes you find out that you didn't know shit about him. But you know something? I like the polite little cock whore a helluva lot better than the arrogant jerk. The cock whore with a great body, awesome bubble butt, and tight fuck chute. The one who sucks like a Hoover and swallows like a sink hole. And never says no. Tyler boy, I'm gonna have one helluva great weekend using your fine ass. But don't worry about that being all you get. We're working together all summer long, and I can see balling your butthole every fucking day."

I had to refill the sink to finish the dishes because the water had gotten cold. I debated whacking off a load as I scrubbed the last few plates. My cock was still hard, and while my ass felt sadly empty without Lang's long dong, I still remembered how it felt inside me while Lang's bare chest pressed against my back and the dude's big hands held my body.

Tyhcinn would be pissed if he caught me fisting myself, but I doubted he was going to be checking on how the dishes were coming. Fuck. I slipped a soapy, wet hand around my dick, and the warmth sent a happy shiver through me. As long as I faced the sink, none of the dudes would know what was happening until they got close, and if that happened, I'd have enough warning to cover up what I was doing. I went to work on my cock.

I couldn't resist sticking two fingers inside my pussy long enough to stab my prostate and dig out some of Lang's splooge, which I ate before I realized what I was doing. Fuck. What was wrong with me? I'd gotten off four times yesterday and I was still wildly horny. I chalked it up to not having jacked off in the days leading up to the Memorial Day trip. That and the rubber band cock ring that kept me plump and semi-hard.

I sighed as I pumped my cock. With the threat of being caught looming, this wasn't going to be a leisurely, drawn-out climax. I needed to get off quickly. But I wasn't going to take long, not as I recalled how Lang's fuck stick had felt inside my pussy and how Tyhcinn's black rod had filled my ass throughout the night.

I was completely focused on my cock when I heard Tyhcinn say, "How are the dishes coming along, bitch? You're taking long enough. Your services are wanted outside." Either I started cumming or was merely on the verge of my climax, but in a panic, I shoved my cock against the kitchen counter and dropped my hands into the dishwater. At least my finger wasn't in my asshole right then. If Tyhcinn got close enough to see over my shoulder, he'd find my cock pressed against the edge of the countertop, with a mess of white cum oozing from my piss slit. Tyhcinn had interrupted me a second too early, and I was cumming without getting the full sensation of a climax.

"Um, almost done," I mumbled.

"Good, because you need to get your naked ass outside and set up our lounge chairs and get drinks." Tyhcinn swatted my ass with his bare hand, making me gasp, but happily he didn't look over my shoulder.

My interrupted climax was about the least satisfying one I could remember. I had to fill the sink for the third time and wash the last dishes again because stringy strands of white spunk had gotten into the water and were dangling from the plates.

The guys lounged by the lake on Saturday afternoon. Tyhcinn ordered me to fetch drinks, apply sunscreen and generally do whatever task any of them could invent. I clenched my teeth the entire time, although if I had been honest I would have admitted that I didn't mind some things so much. Like rubbing sunscreen on Tony's hot body. Hell, doing it for Lang and Tyhcinn was okay, too.

My cock stayed aroused the entire weekend, like I was on industrial strength Viagra. I swear I was semi-hard for 72 straight hours. The only time I wasn't semi-hard was when I had a stiff cock in my ass, and then I was rock hard and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. I blamed my state on the rubber band at the base of my junk and my self-imposed jack off moratorium before the weekend, but my perpetual boner was a source of never-ending amusement for the odd trio of Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang.

Tyhcinn still looked like a hopeless geek, but the funny thing was that he ran the show. He announced what we were going to do and when. I had no choice in the matter; if Tyhcinn even sensed that I was about to complain about some humiliation, he cracked down and, if necessary, threatened me with exposure of what was becoming a warehouse full of pictures and videos of me covered with cum and with a cock in my ass, my mouth or both. Tony and Lang docilely followed Tyhcinn's instructions, too, and I got the feeling they were used to the nerd being in charge. Weird.

My mental image of Tyhcinn morphed. Throughout high school, I thought of him as a dweeby geek. I didn't want to be around him. But at the cabin he was a picture of control and leadership. He called the shots. That was understandable with me – the fucker owned me for the weekend. But he did it with Tony and Lang, too. They were happy that he planned everything. It was clear the three of them were used to hanging out together and when they did that, Tyhcinn was in control. I saw the black twink in a new light. If I didn't focus on his thick glasses and his skinny body, he was the epitome of a dominant, masculine male.

It was probably my imagination, but I thought Tyhcinn watched me intently over the course of the weekend. I'd be engaged in some mundane task and look up and find his dark eyes locked on me. At first I detected puzzlement. Gradually, his gazes betrayed curiosity and surprise, but by the end of the weekend he stared at me with knowing confidence. Maybe even a little sympathy. I found it all confusing, except for the sympathy, which was understandable given my miserable weekend of degradation.

As Tony and Lang lounged by the lake on Saturday afternoon, they decided to have a beer pong tournament. Tyhcinn wasn't interested; he was reading some sort of book. Typical. So Tony and Lang played each other. It started as the best of three, but kept getting extended until it was something like the best of 21. I was relegated to beer boy and pong chaser.

I had one near disaster when I stepped on the damn twine attached to my rubber band cock ring while I was fetching the pong ball. I practically ripped my cock and balls off and I fell to the ground groaning in anguish. Tony and Lang cracked up laughing. Sympathy from those two was in short supply. Tyhcinn looked up from his book long enough to stifle a grin, but at least he was kind enough not to laugh openly.

Tony and Lang's conversation inevitably turned to sex. When they started, halfway through the beer pong tournament, I was surprised it had taken them that long. The two of them talked about two things: baseball and sex. With the high school baseball season over, sex and more sex was on their minds. At least they weren't talking about how much of a pussyboi cumdump I was.

The discussion got rolling when the two jocks started tallying which high school girls put out. Lang was more interested than Tony in speculating about which girls gave it up. Despite Tony's reputation at school, the redhead pitcher's catalog of cunt conquests seemed a lot thicker than the black-haired outfielder's. Tony stayed mostly with girls who went to our high school, but Lang Long Dong seemed to have bestowed his babymakers on sluts across the city. At least, when he could talk them into it; the difficulty he encountered because of the size of his equipment was solid evidence that a big dick wasn't necessarily a plus. For every girl Lang had fucked, two or three had been too terrified of his dong to let him inside.

Lang eagerly plunged into some graphic details about his foursome from three nights earlier. Tony and Tyhcinn seemed mostly bored, but Tony perked up when Lang said that one of the girls claimed to have been in a foursome before, except rather than three girls and a guy, it was three black guys doing her. The girl told Lang that his cock was bigger than any of the three black dudes' dicks, a factoid Lang made sure he repeated several times. Tony seemed intrigued by the part of the story where one of the dudes got his bros ready to fuck the girl by sucking them off while they ate her pussy.

Before long, Tony switched to a rumor that a high school kid we knew had gotten a girl at another school pregnant. The conversation drifted to a story about a dude on the basketball team who supposedly was sleeping with one of the female teachers. I'd heard that one before, but discounted it. Tony and Lang were skeptical, too, but Tyhcinn was smugly noncommittal. Tyhcinn knew the dude pretty well because they were both black and the black students in our school hung together some. I had the funny feeling Tyhcinn had some inside information that he wasn't disclosing.

"Hey, Justin bragged to me last week that he bagged a college babe," Lang said, changing the subject as he got his pong ball into Tony's cup and Tony had to down the beer inside. To keep from getting totally trashed, the guys had cut back to only half cups of beer as the game wore on and at Tyhcinn's suggestion they had even included two rounds of water.

Justin was on the high school baseball team, so Tony, Lang and I spent a lot of time with him. Tony was skeptical about Justin scoring, claiming the dude wouldn't know what to do if he was lucky enough to get a girl's underwear off. But talking about fucking college coeds led to the most intriguing piece of gossip of the afternoon. I hadn't heard it before.

"Did you hear what supposedly happened to Jackson at college?" Lang asked. Jackson was a tall, lanky outfielder on our baseball team last year. Pretty good ballplayer, but he graduated a year ago and had gone to college. During high school, the dude was one helluva horn dog; he'd had almost as much difficulty keeping his dick in his pants as Lang.

"Well, this is according to Harris," Lang confided, "and Harris has a wild imagination, so take it with a grain of salt. But get this. Jackson meets a hot chick at a frat rush party and she's like all over him, begging him to fuck her. A couple of frat dudes tell Jackson they've had her and she's hot. Jackson is convinced he's hit the jackpot, and he takes her to her apartment.

"The chick is drunk out of her mind and can't wait to fuck. She gets Jackson naked as soon as they are inside the apartment and is all over him, sucking his cock and everything, right on the living room couch. Jackson's cool with it because he doesn't think anyone else is home, and the bitch has great tits and sucks cock like a champ.

"Jackson's about ready to shoot when she begs him to eat her pussy. He thinks eating her out will slow things down a bit, so he goes down on her. He's slurping down pussy juice when he realizes the bitch isn't saying anything. He looks up to discover that she's passed out. Totally out. He can't wake her up.

"Jackson's smart enough to know better than to fuck a girl who's out. He's pissed as hell but is about to give up when he hears a guy say, `She won't be up until noon, if then. But no reason to let a fabulous erection like yours go to waste.'

"Our dude was wrong about nobody else being home. The guy is the chick's twin brother and has been watching his sister and Jackson put on their sex show the whole time. Before Jackson can say anything, the dude is on his knees and swallows Jackson's cock. Jackson is so surprised that he doesn't stop the guy, and he quickly gets over his reservations because the guy is an even better cocksucker than his sister.

"Jackson gets close to nutting again but before he shoots, the dude throws his legs in the air and begs Jackson to fuck him. Jackson is so crazed at that point that he pounds into the dude and fucks his brains out, all the while staring at the dude's sister and feeling her tits.

"Well, you know how Jackson thinks he hasn't fucked if he doesn't get off at least three times? The girl's twin brother has Jackson's cock back in his mouth as soon as Jackson nuts and gets him hard again. Jackson ends up fucking the dude on the couch four times. The cunt never wakes up.

"Jackson's happy to have gotten his rocks off but feels kinda weird having done it with a guy and chalks the night up as merely a weird experience. The very next day, the girl's brother – Danny – is texting Jackson and wanting to hook up again. Jackson blows him off. This goes on for a couple of days before Jackson runs into the girl again. She's totally horned up and begs Jackson to fuck her.

"Jackson figures she won't pass out the second time, so he takes her to her apartment and drills her pussy. He gets his first load off and is psyched as all get out because the babe says she wants it all night long. Jackson goes to the john and the cunt begs him to get himself hard after he pisses cuz she wants to see him rock hard when he comes out of the bathroom.

"Jackson takes his piss and is all hot to trot for round two, so he fists himself into an erection. But when he gets back, bam! Jackson walks out of the bathroom sporting major wood, and sees Danny with a big shit-eating grin on his face. The cunt is passed out on the couch again, but Danny's happy to service Jackson's raging hard on. The dude takes another three or four of Jackson's loads.

"Jackson starts dating the girl, but it's kinda like he's dating both of the twins because Danny is always around to pick up where his sister leaves off. So one night Jackson's girlfriend shows up at Jackson's dorm room and says she wants to do it in her pickup truck. She drives Jackson up to some make out place and they fuck in the front seat. Jackson's all hot to dick her a second time, but she tells him she's sore. Then she says Danny will take care of him.

"Turns out that Danny's into kink and the entire time was face down in the back of the pickup, under a tarp, with his ankles and wrists tied to the corners of the pickup bed. At this point Jackson figures it can't get any weirder, but he's horny, so he gets on top of Danny, plugs the dude's ass and starts fucking.

"But then it gets even more strange. The chick hops in the pickup and starts driving away! Jackson's in full fuck mode and is so horned up that he keeps fucking Danny. Danny's sister drives all around the city and Jackson ends up fucking Danny three or four times in the back of the truck.

"Turns out that the twins borrowed the pickup from their older brothers. The girl returns the truck, thinking her older brothers aren't home, but they are, and when she pulls up, Jackson is still naked in the back and Danny is still tied up with cum leaking out of his hole. The brothers aren't too pleased to discover Jackson has been balling their baby brother and they accuse Jackson of tying Danny in the back of the truck. The girl doesn't admit that she tied her brother up and only makes it worse when she says Jackson has been fucking her, too. The brothers don't like college boys to begin with, and they decide to teach the freshman jock boy a lesson.

"The brothers duct taped Jackson's ass shut and took the sorry fucker to the football stadium and handcuffed him – naked – to one of the goalposts. By the time the cops found Jackson the next morning and cut the handcuffs off, like half the college saw him bareassed and hugging the goalpost, with his hole duct-taped shut.

"Jackson wasn't about to tell the cops what really happened. The cops were pissed that he wouldn't reveal who tied him up, so they charge him with indecent exposure. Fortunately, the judge thought it was a college prank and let Jackson off with only a warning and community service, which is, get this, handing out condoms during STD week on campus."

The story sounded outlandish to me. I knew Jackson well enough to know the dude was a total horn dog, and it wasn't a stretch to think he would fuck Danny when his sister wouldn't give it up, particularly if Danny was happy to get dicked four or five times. But I questioned the whole pickup truck and goalpost episode.

Tony had been groping his junk as Lang told the story, and I had a bad feeling about where things were headed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Tyler?" Tony said, sneering at me. "I mean what happened to Danny in the truck. Getting your butt pounded in the back of a pickup while somebody drives around? Whaddya say?" He grabbed his dick and shoved it against his swim trunks.

Fuck. I feared I was in trouble when the conversation first started on sex, but in truth, the image in my mind of Danny in the back of the pickup got me excited, and I kept imaging myself in the pickup bed. Jackson was a stud and the thought of being underneath him with my wrists and ankles tied was giving my cock a little lift. Not that it needed any more stimulus...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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