Disclaimer: The following story is for the most part a work of fiction. A few instances are drawn from actual events involving consenting persons 18 years or older, but no original names of people, or places have been used. The following material deals with sexual situations involving homosexual acts. Other situations include bondage, S&M, and in order to make a more compelling story line the situation takes place in a highschool setting. It is not recommended that this material be viewed by persons under the age of 18 or anyone else who does not wish to read a story involving acts of homosexual sex.
Used by Jocks -- Part 8 by Eros
I've had some requests for a list of characters and descriptions. So here's a list of characters and descriptions:
The Jocks:
Joe: Handsome white boy who initiated everything, and holds the videotape of three freshmen sexually torturing each other at his command.
Simi: Joe's friend and accomplice, who has recently become alpha male on the basketball team after embarrassing Nick in front of them.
Nick: Cocky black stud with a huge dick, who lost a bet to Simi and was embarrassed in front of the whole team for it. He saved some face however, by ass fucking the team manager, The freshman Marco, in front of everyone.
The Freshmen:
Marco: The team manager of the basketball team. His position is as embarrassing as it is unappreciated. He collects dirty towels and jockstraps. And he has recently fell victim to Joe and Simi's torture scheme.
Paul Greeves: A cute surfer boy, who wore the same pair of underwear for almost a month in order to win a bet with Joe. Due to losing this bet, he was forced to eat his own cum, as well as be bound, gagged, and de-pubed over the course of a single day. Also the only character with a last name.
Main Character: Yet another Freshman victim who is continually used by the jocks of his high school basketball team. In addition to abuse by upperclassmen, his peers Marco and Paul have used him as well. At the end of the previous chapter they abandoned him in the forest with Simi and 2 unnamed jocks. They had their way with him, and finally he was released.
Chapter 14 ---The next day---
And then there was this guy. Staring straight at me. He had dark brown scraggly hair and bright blue eyes, but they were tired. His young form was not that of an athlete's, but it was lean. He was naked. Not quite tall for his age, but not short, he had a faint imprint of a six pac on his stomach, but it wasn't from working out. This was a boy who didn't eat much at meals, probably had a high metabolism. He wasn't effeminate. And he stood before me, not ashamed of his nakedness, but not obviously proud. The nest of pubic hair at his groin concealed the base of an average sized penis. It was limp. His whole body was limp. I finally turned away from the mirror. There was no way I was going to school today.
But I had to atleast leave the house, and feign as if I was. I headed out the door and set off the usual way. Every kid from our area, whose parents were too lazy to drive them, walked the same way, even the middle schoolers. Their building was 2 blocks away from the High school, next to Riley Park. Up ahead I saw a tyical scene. A Highschooler walking alongside his little brother. They would split at Riley park. The elder would go left, the middle school student would go right. I glanced over my shoulder back at my house to see if my mom had left the driveway yet. She was still sitting in her car, probably trying to find her keys. I continued on, oblivious to the kids around me, hustling to get to school on time.
I didn't notice it, but the two brothers in front of me glanced back in my direction. Maybe, like I had, they were checking to see if their mom was still looking for her keys, but probably not. Their pace slowed as we approached the park. Maybe they were trying to finish their conversation before splitting off to their respective schools for the day, but probably not. We reached the intersection. The older one knelt down to tie his shoe and I passed by them to hit the crosswalk button. I avoided looking at them. The little white man began flashing on the sign across the street. I started for the other side. The two brothers followed me. I had planned on skipping through the park, the usual route for kids who were ditching school for the day. It looked rediculous for me to head for the middle school, and it was too much of a risk to head towards the high school. So I'd pass through the park and a few blocks later I'd be in downtown.
It ended up taking me a little longer than planned, however. I'd only got a few yards into the park, when from behind me, the older brother suddenly advanced and pushed me into a wall. He pinned me against it. His little brother was dancing around me in anticipation. I looked over at the little brat. He must have been in 7th grade. He had dark skin and kind of looked like...Marco.
"What are you gonna do to him Marco" the little kid whined.
"You stay out here and gaurd the door." he replied.
I realized, then, that the wall my face was scrunched up against was the backside of the Riley park restroom facility. Marco pushed me through the door, his little brother waited outside. It was a small room with a sink, a urinal, and a stall. He pushed me into the stall and tossed me onto the toilet.
"What do you wa..."
"Shut the fuck up, faggot" Marco interrupted, "Did you think I'd just forget what you did to me homo? Yer the fag it should have all been you!"
"But Joe..."
"Yer gonna do what I say from now on faggot, or you'll have more to worry about than Joe's videotapes."
We stared at each other for several seconds. I didn't know if he was waiting for a response or figuring out his next move. This was new for Marco, I could tell. Up until yesterday he just wanted to get through his Freshman year, taking what mild humiliations one must endure, and next year become a jock. But yesterday's events had changed all that. He'd gone much farther than he ever expected. He'd pushed me into the bathroom without knowing what he was going to do to me.
"Suck my dick, faggot" he finally commanded.
For a few seconds I considered fighting him, but he was stronger and tougher than me. So instead I let a look of annoyance crawl across my face and quickly reached for his zipper. I didn't look up, but I knew the latino hovering over me wore a smile that was as relieved as it was excited. I undid his pants and let them drop to the ground. Underneath was a pair of yellow and blue striped boxers. I tugged on them, lowering them just past his balls. He was limp, but thick. I took the light brown cock into my hands. I heard him exhale, it was almost a chuckle. He was still a little disgusted or surprised that a guy would stick another guy's dick in his mouth. Then I stuffed it into my mouth. He wasn't quite hard yet so it was a new sensation for me. I'd never sucked on a limp dick before. I held the base firmly with my right hand and supported myself with the left. He wasn't growing much. Above me, Marco reached his arms out to either side of the stall and bent his head back. He looked like a pro recieving his millionth blowjob, but it was only his second. I continued sucking.
My own spit dribbled down his shaft and onto his legs as my pace quickened. I decided to shift my attention lower. Lifting his cock out of my way with my hand, I gently slurped on his balls. I licked them from underneath all the way around to the beginning of his cock. His balls tasted tangy like before. They were oilier than his cock, and of course hairy. My mouth was a mess with random loose pubes. He was getting harder, though. The first breathy sounds of ecstasy escaped Marco's lips.
"Aaahhh...."
I sucked him up and down. Balls, cock, and everything around it. I was exploring more and more. But he was taking forever this time. I began randomly kissing every inch of his groin, deep inside his pubes I probed with my tongue, until I got a response. Then back to his cock. I remoistened it and dove down onto him, sucking and sucking. My jaw was getting sore. I continued bobbing up and down on it. I was determined now, I hadn't even considered what I was working towards: a mouth full of latin cum. Up and down I went, faster and faster. He was moaning again.
"Aaaaaanh....Unnnnhh...Aaaannnhh"
I was beginning to love that sound. I was pleasing his penis to no end. It was something I was being forced to do, but at the same time I had control over his pleasure. And now I was enjoying it a little. The beginnings of his orgasm trickled out of his member and onto my tongue. Spicy latin pre-cum. We were sweating and moaning together. I now had little or no difficulty going all the way down on him, until my nose nestled in his tight curly pubes. I sucked and sucked. I loved the salty taste of his skin. I'd focus on just the head, rolling it over my tongue again and again, then I'd let my throat do the work and press my lips into his pubic hair. Unconsciously I placed my hands on his sides to get maximum hold on his bucking hips. I slowly slipped my hands around to his ass without thinking. Then I curled my fingertips into his bubble buttcrack. He didn't even notice at first. But then he looked down at me to see his own domination over my mouth, and he realized where my hands were. He suddenly pulled out and slapped my hands away from their hold.
"Fuckin' faggot!"
I realized why he'd pulled away and looked apologetic, but I couldn't speak.
"That's it, get up" he barked.
He pushed me out of the stall and towards the urinal. Then reaching around me from behind, he undid my pants and pulled them down in one stroke, along with my boxers.
"Bend over!"
I didn't move
"Bend over, queer!"
Then he pushed on my back. My hands went out to the walls out of instinct to support my upper body, but he stopped me. Grabbing my wrists, he pulled my hands down to the bottom lip of the urinal. It was grimy, covered in a waxy layer of dried piss and pubic hair. My head was pressed into the back of the urinal inches away from the slimy bowl below.
I suddenly felt his hands at my ass cheeks. He spread them apart. This was payback. Not only for touching his butt in the stall earlier, but for what Nick had done to him. Nick had taken Marco's cherry, fucked him up the ass in a room full of teen jocks, who already didn't need a reason to laugh at Marco. I'd given Marco his first blowjob in front of that rowdy crowd, and now, in a bathroom at Riley Park with my head in a urinal, I'd be his first ass fuck too. He was already hard and lubed. He pushed at my sphincter, with his hard dick. It wouldn't go in. He wasn't as educated in ass fucking as Simi evidently. He tried again.
"Mother Fucker" He mumbled.
He continued poking me in the ass with his wet hot cock. Finally the head popped in.
"AANH!" I groaned.
"You probably like this don't you?"
"AANNNHH!!" was my response.
He was relentless. He jammed his rod into me. He had already been on the verge when I was sucking him, but now he was pumping with a much greater force. He wanted to hurt me as much as he could, before nutting in my ass. He impaled me with his swift latin cock. It wasn't like Simi's but my ass was still poorly experienced in this art. Pumping harder and harder Marco moaned louder and louder.
"AAANHH, UNNHH UNNHH UNNNNNHH!!!!"
Then with a thrust that made us both sound like we were crying Marco began to cum inside me.
"UUUNH! Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK AAAAAHHH!!"
My eyes were tearing up, and the smell in the urinal was finally starting to bother me. A thousand misdirected streams of piss had passed on or near the porcelain that was my head rest, and my guess was few attempts to clean it had been undertaken. The door to the bathroom creaked suddenly, it was Marco's brother.
"What's goin' on?" the middle schooler asked, without quite entering.
Marco was in mid-orgasm. At the same time, he didn't want his brother to see him fucking a faggot.
"WAIT OUTSIDE!!! UUUNNNHH!" He screamed.
Marco let out one more moan and pulled out of me leaving his seed inside my ass, just like Simi had done. I was half hard. I heard him zipping himself back up.
"Carlos, come in here man." summoned Marco.
This was of course the same little brother who's friend, Jeff, had been forced to taste cum at summer camp. This was a sexually advanced seventh grader. He knew things, that I probably wasn't sure about two years ago.
Carlos entered the bathroom to see his brother smiling, and a half naked freshman bent over with his head in a urinal, and his pants and underwear around his ankles. He began laughing immediately.
"Spank him Carlos, he's been bad" Marco said with a giggle.
The 7th grader gave Marco a glance to assure that he wasn't joking. Marco nodded yes. The terror struck me, a seventh grader was about to spank me? A boy, was going to torture me now. Joe was one thing he was older, Marco, was another he was at least a peer, but now Marco's little brother would have a go at my misused little body. I knew it as revenge for what I had done to Marco, but once again I couldn't help but think, that I'd been forced to do it.
Producing a thin hard bound library book from his book bag, Carlos smack my ass hard.
"Owww!"
"Harder Carlos, he's been really bad" Marco instructed.
The little boy grinned and with whack after whack he assailed my buttocks. I begged him to stop. Marco had a few whacks at it as well until finally my ass was glowing red. They then raised me from out of the urinal, and from behind, Marco pinned my arms with his own. My shirt had slid upward during the spanking and now was pinned along with my arms exposing my stomach and groin to the seventh grader in front of me.
"Now get his balls Carlos" The team manager commanded.
I instinctively struggled for release. Marco was going too far. Yes, I had done the same to him, but It was an order upon me.
With a devilish grin, and an anarchist chuckle the little boy slapped my groin as hard as he could with the book. Fortunately my dick attracted most of the blow. So in an awkward attempt to remedy the situation Marco contorted our bodies so that my pelvis jutted out, offering Carlos easy access to my testicles. Without a second to think about it, the seventh grader positioned the book about a foot underneath my balls and swung upward with all of his force.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCK!!!"
The blow slapped my nuts dead on, both testicles rested on the book for a second as Carlos stared in awe at the pain he'd caused me. A deadly resonation slowly crept into the pit of my stomach. And he wasn't done. With out moving his arms, this time, he let his wrists do the work. He stood hunched over, his head a few inches from my navel, and let loose a series of quick swats to my scrotum.
"AAAAAWWW!!! OOOOOOWWWW!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!! FUCK!!!!!"
10 flicks of the wrist later, I was ready to pass out. The two latin brothers were hysterical with laughter. I was quivering in pain.
"Please...Stop!" I was out of breath. My balls ached. Marco had fucked some life into them, and then let his brother abuse them at their most vulnerable. I felt like I was dying.
"This is fun" announced Carlos.
"Yeah we can make him do anything we want man" suggested Marco.
"Please no..." I begged.
"Anything?" asked Carlos.
"Sure, go ahead" assured Marco.
With that the 7th grader spun around and undid his pants. He pulled them down just enough to expose his brown ass.
"Kiss my ass gringo" order the boy.
I wasn't about to do it. I didn't get any respect in 7th grade. Why should he?
Marco reached around and grabbed my balls. He gave them a not so gentle tug. I whimpered, I would do anything they wanted now, as long as they left my balls alone.
I bent over and planted a kiss on his ass cheek.
"No kiss the hole fucker" Carlos corrected.
He spread his cheeks apart. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't hesitate, Marco would have my balls in a vice. I had to do whatever they wanted. So I did it. I leaned into Carlos' ass and smooched his puckered sphincter. Again he laughed hysterically.
"Lick it!! Lick It!!" the middleschooler demanded.
My attention again was concentrated at Marco's firm grip on my testicles. I hesitated too long this time. Another swift tug was my punishment.
"AAAAHHH!!!!" I screamed, "Ok, Ok, I'll do it....Fuck."
I bent over again. Carlos respread his cheeks for me, exposing his tight puckered ass hole. With his older brother's fingers tightly clamped around my scrotum, I stuck out my tongue. I gave Carlos' virgin hole several slurps. His gave a tiny spasm each time I ran across it. I was broken now. I was slave to a 7th grader.
"Ok, now we're gonna be late man." said Marco.
With that he swiveled me back into the urinal position, this time on my knees. He then plunged my head into the grimy bowl. My lips were massaged into some unidentifiable slime, and as was expected, Carlos jumped at the opportunity to flush the urinal with my head in it. I gurggled for air as the quick jet of rusty water flooded my head with even more grime. They both laughed.
"Ok, get to school, man. I'll take care of this thing" Marco ordered.
Carlos' pulled his pants up and darted out of the bathroom, excited to tell his friends, no doubt, about what had happened on the way to school.
"One more thing faggot, before I go."
What else could there be? I wondered. He already got me back for Nick fucking him, and for the spanking. He told me to close my eyes and I felt him redressing me. Once I was fully dressed again he pulled at the waist of my jeans and something went in. It was him. Marco was standing in front of me, very close, with his dick in my pants. He'd slipped it inside my underwear through the top. It was resting in my pubic hair. Suddenly I figured out why. A liquid warmth began to slowly fill my groin as the latino standing against my body pissed into my pants. He put his hands on my shoulders for support. I simply stood there with my hands to my side. It almost felt like we were hugging. It was all I could do not to hug him back. My jeans and boxers soaked up his acrid pee, and finally he pulled out of my pants. I opened my eyes. He backed up to take a look at me, I looked like I pissed myself...again.
"Have a nice day faggot"
Then he left.
To be Continued...
Questions or Comments? Contact Eros at: ofvenus@yahoo.com