Worthy of Worship

The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual and nonconsensual sex between men and boys. If this is not your thing or you're not of legal age, don't read it.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

Worthy of Worship

Chapter 15

Jason's Dad

"He's an absolute shithead Randy" Jason sniffled.

"Well. Why don't you just kick the crap out of him once and for all and get it over with. Anybody hits you or your brother, you hit `em back."

"I can't Randy. He's my dad and he's been hitting both of us since we were kids. Besides, it's his house, and he's threatening to kick me out. What can I do?"

"Any chance of your mother coming back?"

"I don't know. We don't know where she went, my aunt won't say. But it was worse when she was there because all they did was scream at each other all the time. She would lock herself in the bedroom and refuse to come out. I was always having to scrounge something to eat for me and Bobby.

"That's a bunch of shit though Jace. Making you to do all that work around the house isn't fair. He's got the dough. Tell him to hire a gardener for god's sake. He can afford it."

"Yeah, right. As if he'd listen to anything I say. He's fired every gardener he ever had; but thank God he hasn't fired the housekeeper yet. She's a good cook, much better than my mom was, but she doesn't like him and probably won't last. Anyway Randy, I can't go to the mall and stuff anymore since he cut back my allowance. He cut me and Bobby back to basically just lunch money. I just can't afford it anymore. He also rags my ass all the time, I can't do anything good enough for him. I don't know what to do."

He got tears in his eyes as he continued. "Maybe my mom should come back. At least he could yell at her and not me and Bobby."

"Tell me what actually happened, Jace. What happened last night?"

"We really had it out. He says if I ever talk back to him again, I'm out of the house, buck naked as far as he's concerned. He said mom was such a whore that he doubted if me and Bobby were his kids anyway. And that's not the first time he's said that about mom being a whore.

He's always saying shitty things like that. He was always saying it to Mom too.

"But then he really laid down the law to me, and said I had to earn my keep by doing all the yard work, and a whole list of other stuff around the house. I have to be in at eight o'clock every night to babysit Bobby. Then he said since I would be busy playing house'; that's what he said: playing house'. He said I'd be so busy playing house that I didn't need the allowance to fart around with. Mom only walked out three weeks ago, but he says now that he's in charge he's going to straighten us out once and for all. He's got a great big list of shitty rules, like you wouldn't believe. We've got five bedrooms in that damn house, but he made Bobby move in with me last night, and he says he's locking the door at eight o'clock every night from now on. And Randy, he also said I couldn't come over here and work out with you anymore. In fact, he said I couldn't even see you anymore. He slapped the shit out of Bobby last night for arguing and had him crying for hours."

"You let him get away with that?" Randy said.

"Come on, Randy, that's not fair. What the hell do you expect me to do? If I open my mouth, he'll throw me out. I'm only fifteen, Randy. He's made it clear he doesn't want either me or Bobby, and he's just looking for an excuse to get rid of us. If he could figure out where mom went, I think he'd ship us out in a second."

"Oh hell, Jace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that" Randy said as he grabbed him and gave him a good hug. "Come-on man. We'll figure something out. He can't treat you like this and get away with it. So, what's the deal? He says you can continue on the wrestling team, but you can't work out. That doesn't make any sense."

"He didn't actually say I couldn't work out. Maybe doing it at school would be okay. He said I couldn't come over here and workout with you. He definitely said I couldn't see you anymore."

"Fuckin asshole. Well, we'll just go ahead and do it and make damned sure he doesn't find out. Coach will help. We'll make sure he covers for you. Maybe we could convince them to keep the weight room open after school again. Working out there was great while it lasted. Anyway, we've fucked around here long enough. Let's get into that workout. Besides, I'm looking forward to one hell of a blowjob when we're finished."

Jason didn't laugh, or kid around at Randy's comment, so Randy knew he was really hurting. Randy was really getting fed up with Jason's family problems. Jason was a good kid and Randy's best friend. They had been working out in Randy's weight room in his garage for about a year and a half now, and their muscular bodies were now looking really spectacular. Two hot teenage studs.

But now that Jason's mom had walked out and his dad was being a total shit, they were going to have some problems. The crazy thing was that Jason lived in what Randy would call a mansion. It was twice the size of Randy's house with a huge lawn and a three-car garage. The guy owned his own car dealership and was loaded, but he was a total asshole. That's probably why his wife left him. But she was a real bitch too because she left without a word, leaving Jason and his brother behind to take all the crap.

"He can't stop you from working out Jace" Randy said as he finished a set of curls. "It's your life, and you need it to keep wrestling."

"I can't talk to him Randy. He won't listen. And I'm afraid if I say anything he'll make me drop wrestling. Then I'd really be fucked." Jason did his set and handed the dumbbells back. "Besides, he really meant it last night when he said he'd throw me out of the house. I can't take the chance Randy. And I've got to take care of Bobby, he's only eight years old for god's sake. I've got to do what he says whatever it is."

"Well, you've got to work out. That's a fact. Let's talk to Coach and see if he can help. And let's talk to Mrs. Lundberg the guidance counselor and see if she can do something."

"Okay Randy. Let's do it. Right now, I'm really desperate."

When they finished their workout, Randy took off his soaked wife beater and shorts and tossed them aside and grabbed a towel wiping his face and neck. He was dripping with sweat and his jockstrap was soaked through.

"You up to it today, Jace?" he asked.

"You know I am Randy; I'm always ready" Jason said as he stepped over and got on his knees. He took the towel from Randy and wiped his own face. Then he put his hands behind his back, leaned forward and gave Randy's cock a kiss through the jockstrap. Then, getting some juices going in his mouth and using lots of saliva, he gave Randy's cock a long-wet smooch ending in a loud smack. That was the way Randy liked it; wet and loud. The jock was already soaked, but he added his saliva to it and got it absolutely dripping. Then he got busy sucking the growing cock through the saturated jock strap. He loved doing this almost more than anything. Seeing that look of euphoria on Randy's face and hearing him moaning in pleasure was heaven on earth. Randy was a god and Jason loved him so much that it hurt. Worshiping his body and giving him pleasure was something Jason wanted to do for the rest of his life. And he had become damn good at it.

"Shit Jace, you're good" Randy laughed as Jason sucked and nibbled at his cock getting him fully hard and forcing the tip to peak out above the jock strap. Jason kissed the tip and Randy moaned in excitement. "Oh shit, Jace" Randy cried getting totally exhilarated. "You're killing me. Get it out and go to it man."

Jason pulled the jock down below Randy's balls and swallowed the nine-inch cock all the way to the root, forcing it deep into his throat, cramming his nose into Randy's crotch. He held it there for a moment and swallowed several times because he knew Randy would feel the tightening pressure of his throat. He pulled back to the tip, took a deep breath, went all the way down again and swallowed a couple more times. Randy had usually fucked his face and Jason actually loved having it rough, but recently Jason had become so sensational that Randy just let him go at it. It was still a rough blowjob, but Jason was controlling the action, and doing one hell of a job of it.

As usual after a workout, Randy was hot just from seeing himself and Jason flexing and sweating in the mirrors, so it didn't take much to get his juices flowing. In not much more than five minutes he started shooting into Jason's mouth, and since this was the first time today, Randy's cock had a lot of cream backed up just waiting to erupt. Jason grabbed the cock with his hand and held it steady as it quivered and quaked and shot masses of nectar into his mouth. He swallowed it and loved it as he looked up at his lover's spectacular body and beautiful face which was showing a look of absolute rapture.

When Randy stopped shooting, Jason reached down and grabbed his own rigid pulsating cock, and squeezing it only once, started shooting. His whole body shuddered, and he moaned aloud as he came over and over into his jockstrap. Sucking Randy was the hottest thing imaginable, and even after weeks and weeks it still made Jason so hot that sometimes he came without even touching himself.

"Oh shit, Jace. You-are-fuckin-fantastic!" Randy said as he pulled Jason up and started kissing him. "And you came too, didn't you?"

"Yeah Boss. Aint' nothing like sucking your big pole" Jason mumbled. "Thank you for letting me suck you Boss. I fuckin love it."

Randy kissed him again and pulling him up, headed into the house.

"Coach, you gotta do something" Randy said as he sat on the edge of Coach's desk in only his jock strap. He was holding Coach's hand on his cock and Coach was squeezing it gently and it was growing. "Sorry, no sucking today coach. You can play with it but no sucking."

He loved playing with Coach's head and had him so well trained that he would do just about anything to get his cock. But Landon was coming over in a couple hours, and Landon gave incredible blowjobs, much better than anything Coach could do, so Randy was willing to wait. However, he wanted to keep Coach hot and bothered so when they finally did get around to a blowjob, he would be crazy with desire and would really put his mind and soul into it. Randy knew from experience that Coach could give a decent blowjob if he was really horned up enough. But for now, Randy was just enjoying Coach's gentle touch.

"It ain't fair that Jason's dad won't let him work out at my house anymore, and since the school won't keep the weight room open after school, what is he supposed to do? You gotta do something."

"Randy. Jason is a very fine wrestler and I talked to his dad a couple weeks ago and convinced him to let him continue. But I can't tell him that he's got to let Jason work out at your house. Besides, I already told you, his dad said that I was to try to keep you guys apart. I guess he thinks you're a bad influence on him or something."

"Shit Coach. That ain't good enough. Jason's got to work out and you know it. How about keeping the weight room open again like it used to be? I'd rather work out here anyway."

"Randy, I've told you over and over, Mr. Manton said he would not pay to keep it open any longer. And he's the one that runs this school, not me. I can't do anything about it. Talk to Mr. Ratland and see if he can do something. Since he's the football coach, he's got more pull than I do. But I also told you that Jason could go to the City Gym."

"Hell Coach. Jason's dad won't give him the money so he can't afford the City Gym. Besides, I can't afford it either and you know it. I've talked to Manton and Ratland, and neither one of them likes me much to begin with so they definitely won't do me any favors. So, unless you do something we're really screwed. You've got to talk to Jason's dad again. Damn it, you've got to." Randy squeezed Coach's hand, making him get a good grip his hard prick.

"I'd threaten you by sayin you ain't getting any more of my dick if that would help" Randy said with a grin. He reached over and gave Coach a kiss on the nose. "Wha'da'ya think Coach? Would that help?"

"I'm sorry Randy. I don't know what more I can do."

"Well, it won't hurt to call his dad again and try. Do it today and let me know what he says." Randy got up and removed Coach's hand. Reaching down, he pulled his jockstrap down and off and tossed in on the desk. As his fully hard nine-inch cock slapped up against his stomach, he grabbed it and jerked it a few times in Coach's face.

"Sorry, no dickey for you today, Coach" he snickered as he played with it, swinging it back and forth. "It has other plans for this afternoon. See you later." The look on Coach's face was indescribable as Randy walked out laughing.

Randy was really annoyed because his workouts were always totally invigorating with Jason as a partner. But today, without Jason, nothing seemed to go well. He had to change the weights himself which Jason usually took care of. Also, he and Jason always traded off on each set, and without Jason the timing was off. Nothing had gone right, and Randy was really fed up.

He decided that he was going to make this shit stop and Jason was going to work out with him no matter what. If he had to talk to Jason's old man himself, he would do it. This insanity could not go on.

When Landon walked in Randy was fit to be tied. He was sweating from the workout, but nothing had gone smoothly like it always did with Jason.

"Hey Boss. How's it goin?"

"Fuck you too, asshole" Randy growled as he wiped the sweat from his face and then threw the towel across the room.

"Oops! Sorry Boss. You havin a bad day?"

"You bet I'm having a bad day" he shouted. "Jace and I have worked out together for a year and a half now, and I can't handle it without him. This thing with his dad is a bunch of shit."

"Hey Boss. I told you I would love to work out with you. You know I'm always available. I sure would like to take his place."

"No way Landon. I told you that. You can work out with us sometimes, but Jason and I have the routine down pat and I don't want any changes. We're damn well going to do it the way we've always done it, no matter what it takes. Landon, listen. I'm really pissed today so why don't you get the hell out of here and leave me alone."

Randy was sitting on the weight bench as Landon picked up the towel and got on his knees before him. He carefully wiped the towel across Randy's forehead and cheeks collecting the beads of sweat that were still forming there. "Com'on Boss. It ain't all that bad. I know you'll figure a way out of this. You always make it work. Don't make such a big deal about it. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to get Jason back here. In fact, why don't you just do it and not tell his dad. How's he going to find out? Jason can tell him he's still at school."

"Shit Landon, I'm so pissed. But you're probably right. We'll just do it and not tell him. We'll have Coach vouch for us and say he's staying after school. That should work. Thanks Landon." He leaned down and gave him a kiss. Landon returned the kiss aggressively, and taking Randy by the arms, pulled him to his feet. Holding the kiss Landon slowly backed up to the wrestling mats pulling Randy with him.

"You gonna fuck me today, Boss?" he mumbled through the kiss.

"I'm really not in the mood today, Landon" Randy said as he broke the kiss and sat down on the mat. "Why don't you give me one of your incredible slow and easy blowjobs that you're famous for. That will definitely put me in a better mood."

He lay back on the mat, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as Landon got on his knees and gave the jockstrap covered cock a kiss. Randy was only wearing the jock today and Landon took hold of it and carefully dragged it down over his massive thighs. Throwing it aside Landon planted a big wet kiss on the tip of Randy's cock giving it a loud smack, just the way Randy liked it. Then he started licking the cock, chasing after it as it tried to bounce away from his tongue. He went on for a long time; five or ten minutes, just teasing Randy's prick. Then moving down, and using lots of saliva, Landon started licking and suckling Randy's ball sack. He gave the balls lots and lots of attention as Randy's nine-incher rubbed against his nose. When the cock was fully hard Landon planted another kiss on the tip and then took it into his mouth.

Sucking very gently and only taking three or four inches in his mouth, he looked up at his lover, his master, his god. Randy had just finished working out so even lying on the mat in complete repose, his sweaty muscles bulged magnificently. Landon reached up and put his hands on the incredible slabs of pectoral muscle and started rubbing his hands over the sweaty curves. He continued his slow suck as he tweaked the nubs sticking up from the muscled chest. He went on and on with the slow worship as he watched Randy's serene face; eyes closed with a slight smile showing. Landon treasured those moments when he could watch his lovers face in total contentment while he sucked him.

When Randy finally opened his eyes and looked at Landon, he withdrew his hands from the massive chest, and started giving his total concentration on sucking the big cock. He started taking it deeper with each thrust, not speeding up yet, but just slow and deep, forcing it into the back of his throat. He licked and sucked as he moved, getting suction and gripping it as tightly as he could with his lips. Randy was watching and smiling as Landon forced the prick in and out of his throat, and Landon was ecstatic watching his lover's face as he smiled in gratification. Then, very gradually Landon started speeding up the jacking action. Having Randy staring at him and watching him suck his cock was always a thrill, and Landon almost found it hypnotizing. He totally loved it when he noticed Randy begin to breathe faster and the massive pectoral muscles of his chest start to move up and down more quickly. Then Randy moaned softly so Landon knew he was getting close. Getting into the final stretch, Landon really started jacking the cock deep into his throat, developing suction so Randy would really feel it. Hard and deep and fast, he really went at it.

And Randy started to shoot. Landon pulled the cock out of his throat so he could taste the cream shooting into his mouth but continued jacking and sucking, but at a slower pace. He swallowed with pleasure as he felt Randy's body shudder over and over from the excitement of the ejaculation. When it was finally done, Landon pulled his mouth off and gave the softening cock a kiss.

"Thank you, Boss, for letting me suck you" he murmured as he kissed the cock again. "Jesus, I love sucking your big piece of meat. There's just nothing like it." Landon's own cock was still like a steel bar, but he didn't touch it and didn't say anything. He would get to it later. He was perfectly satisfied to suck Randy and watch his face as his body shuddered and he gradually began to recover from his ejaculation.

Randy and Jason were working out a couple weeks later when the intercom beeped.

"Oh shit. Must be something important. They never call me during our workout" he said as he stepped over and pushed the button. "Yeah mom, what is it?"

"Your coach is on the phone and says it's urgent," said the voice.

"Okay mom, I'll get it. Thanks" he said as he reached over and pushed the speaker button on the phone. "Yeah coach. What's goin on?"

"Randy, we have a problem" Coach's voice said. "Is Jason with you?"

"Yeah Coach. He's here. Why?"

"Jason's dad was just here looking for him, and I had to tell him the weight room wasn't open after school. He was swearing a blue streak when he walked out a couple minutes ago. I think he might be heading to your house because he was saying something about knowing where Jason was. I'm sorry Randy, but the cats out of the bag now. He knows Jason hasn't been working out here the past couple weeks. He also accused me of lying to him and said he was going to get me fired."

"Oh shit Coach. We're totally screwed now" Randy said. "Thanks for calling. We'll get right on it." Jason was just standing there with a shocked look on his face. Then he started to cry.

"Oh Randy. What am I going to do. It's hopeless" he sobbed. He sank to his knees and put his head on the floor and started bawling.

"Just keep your damn pants on Jason. It's not hopeless." Randy walked over, got on his knees, grabbed Jason and started hugging him. Jason cried on his shoulder as Randy held him tight and kissed him on the cheek. They just hugged tightly for a few minutes while Jason sobbed.

"Jace. I told you I had a plan B, and that's what we're going to follow right now. And I'm going to get that son of a bitch once and for all." Randy snarled as he leaned back and slammed a fist into his palm. "Don't you worry your ass, Jace. I'm damn well going to take care of it." With that Randy grabbed Jason's face with both hands, and kissed him on each weeping eye, his nose and then his lips.

"I love you Jason, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Now, you get your ass out of here and go up to my room. Me and your dad are going to have a talk as soon as he shows up."

"What....? What are you going to do Randy?" Jason said in surprise through his tears.

"Don't you worry your head about it Jace. I'm going to kick his ass, is what I'm going to do. I also intend to teach that son of a bitch some manners. And don't you worry. He's not going to kick you out of the house. I guarantee it! Now get the hell out of here."

Randy pulled Jason to his feet and led him to the door giving him a gentle pat on the ass. Still sobbing, Jason left the garage and went to Randy's bedroom.

Randy slammed his fist into his palm again and then again and then swore. Coach always says never fight in anger. Keep your cool and stay focused. Randy started doing knee bends and deep breathing exercises trying to calm down from his extreme anger. Then he dropped down and did twenty quick push ups. Jumping back up he stared at himself in the mirror and ordered himself to calm down. Then he did ten quick jumping jacks, and finally, he felt himself beginning to relax. He was well aware of his temper problem, which could easily get out of control, so he now walked over to the weight bench and sat down, still doing the deep breathing exercises.

Then finally, finally he felt he was about as calm as he was going to get, and he felt he was ready to meet that bastard. He was going to tear the guy a new ass hole, but he was going to do it in a calm collected manner.

Keeping himself calm, Randy reached up to the chinning bar and started doing slow chins. He and Jason had built up a sweat, but they hadn't finished their workout, and this was really going to fuck up their schedule. But for now, Randy decided to keep going until Jason's old man showed up.

And just as he thought it, the door banged open and slammed against the weight rack.

"Where the fuck is Jason" the man shouted as he came in. When Randy didn't immediately respond he continued. "I know he's here damn it. Tell him to get his ass out here." He was wearing a dress shirt open at the neck and dark slacks. He was probably Randy's height of 5'9" and maybe weighed 180 pounds with the start of a potbelly showing.

"Mr. Riley. How nice to see you" Randy said calmly, and he almost chuckled as he continued up and down on the chinning bar.

"Randy. I know Jason's here, so get his ass out here. I've got a few things to say to him, and to you too." Randy dropped from the chinning bar and walked calmly over to the door, closed it and locked it.

"I think I'll call you shit-head. That's what Jason calls you" he said with a grin. Riley got a shocked look on his face and his mouth dropped open in surprise. Randy wanted to laugh at the way he looked. This was going to be fun.

Stepping up to him, Randy then took one very hard swing and connected with his jaw and sent him flying halfway across the room and onto the floor. Riley just lay there totally shocked, holding his jaw until Randy walked over and grabbed his arm, jerking him back to his feet. Then grabbing both arms behind his back and twisting, he pulled up hard, actually lifting him right off his feet. Riley screamed.

"Yeeeaaaooooh. Stop. Stop," he yelled. Randy loosened his arms a bit and then did it again, lifting him up off his feet. Riley screamed again.

"Yeeeaaaooooh. No, Randy no" he cried. Randy loosened his hold again.

"Hey shit-head. We're going to have a talk. You and me. But I've got to get your attention first. You got that?" He then repeated the operation once again, yanking him off his feet.

"Aaaaaaaaaa," Riley screamed again. "Randy, you're breaking my arms." Randy didn't want to break anything, but he wanted it to hurt like the dickens and evidently it did.

"Now shit-head. You ready to talk?" Randy said softly. Riley was rubbing his shoulder and groaning as Randy waited for a reply.

"Geeze Randy. What'er you doing?" he asked as he groaned.

"Wrong answer shit-head" Randy said as he grabbed one arm, twisted it again behind his back and pulled up. Riley really howled this time.

"Yeeeeaaaaooooh, Randy. Randy. No, no, no," he screamed from the pain. "Randy, please."

"Answer me you stupid son of a bitch" Randy demanded. "You ready to talk?"

"Yes Randy. Yes, yes. I'm ready." he yelled. Randy let go of his arm and stepped back.

"Get on your fuckin knees" Randy ordered. "I don't talk to shit-heads unless they're on their knees in front of me." Riley gave him a blank look as he rubbed his shoulder. Randy grabbed his arm again, pulling it behind him.

"Okay Randy" he screamed as he dropped to his knees. "Okay, okay." Randy pulled off his wife beater and tossed it aside showing his sweaty pumped muscles. With hands on hips, he just looked down at Mr. Riley without saying a word for two or three minutes. Riley was breathing hard as he rubbed his shoulder and looked up at Randy. He finally spoke. "What do you want, Randy?"

"Shut the fuck up" Randy demanded and continued staring. Riley was beginning to feel human again, but his anger was gone and replaced by fear. He knew Randy was only a child but seeing him standing above him showing all that muscle was frightening. He had to see if he could get control of this situation.

"Please Randy. What...." He started to say. Randy gave him an open-handed slap across the face. "Yeeaaoh" Riley screamed, holding his quickly reddening cheek as tears automatically came to his eyes.

"I said shut the fuck up" Randy growled. Riley was beginning to find the silence more frightening than anything, but this time he kept his mouth shut. After a good two minutes more of silence Randy reached and hit him again, this time with his fist. Riley howled as he was knocked over backward. Lying there looking up at a very angry muscle boy he realized this was no child to be manipulated. Unless he somehow got things under control he was in big trouble.

"On your fuckin knees" Randy ordered. Riley got back on his knees whimpering softly.

"You know what I think of you Mr. Riley?" Randy said spitting out the `Mr.'. "You know what I really think of you? Here's what I think of you" he said as he spit a big wad of saliva into his face. Riley just kneeled there in shock looking up at Randy with the saliva dripping down his face, and still whimpering from the pain. He wiped the spit off his face but did not say anything as Randy made a production of coughing up some phlegm and knocking the hand aside, spitting in his face again.

"You miserable son of a bitch. I could break every bone in your body for the way you treat Jason" Randy said as grabbed a handful of his hair. Holding on to his hair, and again pushing his hand aside, Randy spit into his face a third time. Riley's face was now smeared with Randy's spit, and it was dripping off his chin. "But what I'm going to do is teach you how to behave. You-are-NEVER-going-to-hit-Jason-again" he said slowly, emphasizing each word. "In fact, you're never going to raise your voice to him again. That's what I'm going to teach you today."

"But first, I want to be sure that you are paying attention. Take my shoes off." Riley just looked at him, still holding his cheek. "You've got five seconds" Randy said. "One, two, three, four....." Riley came to his senses and reached for Randy's shoes, untying them, and as Randy lifted his feet, removed them. "And the socks." Riley did as he was told.

Randy grabbed his hair again and bent down looking him right in the eye. "You want me to hit you again? How about if I use my fist again."

"No Randy. Please" Riley pleaded.

"Good. Now let's see if you're in the proper mood. Kiss my feet." Randy let go of his hair and just waited. He knew it would take a minute for him to clear the order through his brain.

"Randy. They'll put you in reform school for this. You can't get away with this."

"We'll worry about who goes to jail later on. But for now, if you don't get with the program pretty god damn quick, you're going to be in a world of hurt. Now kiss my fuckin feet before I start knocking out teeth and breaking bones. Do it" Randy screamed.

"Randy. You can't...." Randy reached down and quickly twisting Riley's arm behind him, pulled hard and got another scream.

"You are going to kiss my feet man, no matter what it takes" Randy growled as he yanked on the arm getting another scream. "Maybe you'll have to do it with a broken arm."

"Okay, okay. Please Randy" he wailed in pain. Randy let go of the arm and just looked down at him, waiting.

Conceding to the inevitable and holding his arm, Riley bent down and kissed each of Randy's feet. Randy smiled. Stage one complete and he was still remaining pretty calm. He was proud of himself for being so cool. Maybe he could control his temper after all.

When he walked over to the equipment box, Riley made his move and ran to the door. Randy turned and slowly walked over to him since the door was locked with a key. Grabbing Riley by the shoulder and jerking him around, Randy gave him a right and a left to the stomach, and Riley grunted and fell to his knees. Randy knew he was hurting so bad he couldn't even scream. Anyone with a potbelly like that could not handle a blow to the stomach.

Randy walked back to the equipment box and pulled out a paddle. This had only been used twice before, both times on Jason. That was back before he completely comprehended that Randy was Boss, and after two sessions with the paddle Jason learned how to behave, so Randy hadn't used it again since: over a year ago. He had taught a young Riley how to behave, and now he was going to teach an old Riley.

Riley was lying on the floor groaning and holding his stomach. Randy ignored him and went to the chinning bar and did ten slow chins. Then he went to Riley who was still moaning, but at least was no longer gasping for breath. Randy grabbed him by the collar, pulled him to his knees, and tugged him, forcing him to scramble across the floor to the weight bench. Randy sat down on the bench and pulled Riley's spit covered face up, so they were eye to eye.

"Okay now, Mr. Riley" Randy said, again spitting out the word Mr. "I want to emphasize that you are not to raise your voice to Jason again. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He grabbed his hair and gave it a jerk. "Do you understand me?" When Riley did not react, Randy jerked his hair once more. "Say yes, you stupid motherfucker."

"Yes, Randy" Riley whispered.

"Good. Now I'm going to reinforce that promise" Randy said calmly. "It's amazing how a little pain can make a guy remember how to behave." With that he pushed Riley onto his back and unbuckled his belt and pants. Then yanking him back to his knees, he jerked the pants and underwear down over his ass. Sitting back down on the bench, Randy pulled him up over his lap.

Randy gave his ass a slap. "Kinda flabby. Not at all hot and tight like your boy's." And then Randy started letting him have it. Riley screamed and yelled, and twice squirmed off Randy's lap and had to be pulled back up. But Randy did not stop until he had given him twenty swats with the paddle. Randy loved it. He enjoyed the crying and the begging every bit as much as the pleasure of beating this old guy's ass.

Randy finally dumped him on the floor and put the paddle away. Then going to his gym bag, he got out a tube of cream. Then lifting Riley up on the bench on his stomach so his ass was sticking off the end, Randy squeezed some cream in the crack, rubbed it around, and stuck in a finger. Riley was still moaning, but now let out a yelp. Randy used some more cream, and finger fucked his ass for a bit and then stuck in two fingers, and then three.

"Now I want you to know Mr. Riley" Randy said, again spitting out the `Mr.' "that I'm not fucking you because I like it. My cock ain't available to give pleasure to old guys like you. I'm not even planning to fuck you. I'm just going to split you wide open. I don't plan to enjoy it, but I don't think you will either."

Truthfully, this was not Randy's thing, fucking straight old men, but he was young and viral and beating the crap out of Riley had made him hot, so he quickly pulled his shorts and jockstrap off. Before he could lose his hard-on Randy took aim and pushed into the hole.

"Yeeeaaaoooh" Riley screamed as he tried to pull away, but Randy was holding him tight by the shoulders. As Riley continued trying to get away, Randy grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. Then pressing the arms up towards his shoulders, Randy continued easing his cock into the tight hole. Riley started yelling, from either the pain in his shoulders or in his ass, but Randy's didn't care which.

Randy had spanked some guys before he fucked them and found it incredibly exciting, but they were guys that wanted it and went along with the program. So, he'd never considered that he'd actually raped anyone before. Up to now.

But this was special because it was Jason's dad, so maybe he was going to enjoy it. Randy finally got his cock most the way in and just held it for a minute. Riley's flabby ass was such a turn-off that Randy knew he wasn't going to keep his hard-on, so he started quickly fucking a couple inches in and out.

Even as young as he was with endless sexual energy, fucking Mr. Riley wasn't going to work, and Randy felt himself going soft. He'd already made his point, getting his dick most of the way in and getting Mr. Riley screaming.

When his softening cock slipped out of Riley's ass, the man was whimpering and crying and just slid to the floor without a word. Randy was exhilarated even though his cock was now soft. He had accomplished something important, showing Jason's dad the consequences of being a shit. This guy was not going to forget this day.

Going to his gym bag Randy got his pair of hand cuffs and cuffed Riley to the bench. "Don't go anywhere, I've got plans for you" he said as he slipped into his shorts and left the garage.

Jason was lying on the bed just staring at the ceiling as Randy walked in. "Well, it's done. I've fucked your old man and he's going to behave. But now I need release. I need you."

Jason sat up. "You actually fucked him?"

"Hell yes I fucked him, but I wasn't going to cum in that flabby ass. But now I'm hot and I need you." And that was true. Remembering fucking Mr. Riley and now preparing to fuck Jason, his son, was making him hot and hard all over again. "Are you ready? I can't wait."

Jason spit on his hand, reached down and quickly jammed a finger up his ass. In five seconds, he was ready. "Okay Randy, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me just like you fucked my old man." Fucking Mr. Riley had wilted Randy's cock, but remembering how he humiliated him and hurt him, was making him hot and hard all over again.

Randy pulled up his legs, and aiming his cock, pushed into the tight hole. He knew Jason would take his prick anyway he could get it, preferably rough, so after only a couple seconds he pushed all the way in. He was totally soaked and dripping with sweat as he started really going to town. He'd seldom felt as hot as he did right now and the tight ass felt fabulous as he started really ramming it in, with Jason mumbling encouragement and moaning with pleasure. Randy's cock knew Jason's ass well and had had literally hours of pleasure humping into it, and now he felt like the top of his head was going to come off from the tremendous excitement and delight, for what felt like the greatest fuck he had ever had. Fucking Jason's old man and now Jason himself was a scorcher. Randy yelled as he came, and Jason yelled right along with him. Raping Jason's dad's ass and now fucking his lover was beyond fabulous.

As he finished and still sobbing in ecstasy, he saw Jason grab his own cock, jerk it twice, and start shooting. Randy watched Jason's face as he groaned in excitement and shot all over his chest. Finally, feeling totally exhausted, Randy lay down on top of Jason, and finding his lips, started kissing him. Jason dropped his legs and Randy's cock popped out of his ass, as the two boy's kisses went on and on. With only occasional stops for breath the boys continued making out for a good twenty minutes. Finally, Randy rolled off Jason and just lay back.

"Well. How'd it go?" Jason asked.

"Call me Boss" Randy said.

"Com'on Randy. Give me a break. I know you're Boss. But, okay, thank you Boss for fucking me. Now what happened?"

"Well, I beat him up, blistered his ass and jammed my cock in. He now understands that he will never touch you or yell at you again. We'll get to the particulars later about your allowance, working out, and doing stuff around the house" Randy explained. "Now all we have to do is set him up so he can't change his mind."

Randy grabbed his phone and made a quick call to Landon. "Get over here right now and bring your camera. We'll be in the garage."

"What are we going to do, Randy?" Jason asked.

"Just watch. You'll find out." They went to the garage.

Riley was lying on his stomach still cuffed to the bench with his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His bright red blistered ass was almost glowing in the dark,

Randy removed the handcuffs. "Okay shit head. We still got some more work to do so get your ass up." Riley slowly got up on his knees and turned around. "Now you listen really close shit head. Jason is here with me, but you don't say one fuckin word to him. Not--one--fuckin--word" he said, emphasizing each word. "If you even open your damn mouth, you're going back over my knee and getting more swats. You got that?" Riley just stared at Randy with a blank look on his teary spit covered face. Randy stepped over to him, grabbed his hair with one hand, and bending down slapped his ass with the other.

"Ow, ow, ow" Riley yelled.

"Do you understand me, you stupid prick?" Randy yelled into his ear.

"Yes Randy. I understand" he mumbled.

"You don't say nothin to Jason. Right?"

"Yes Randy. I won't say anything."

"Okay, let's get you undressed." Randy got down and pulled Mr. Riley's pants and shorts off, making him totally nude. "Now we wait" he said.

Almost immediately, Landon walked into the room carrying his camera.

"Okay, I'm ready Boss. What do you need?"

Over the next hour Randy had Landon take pictures of every possible position he could think of. He got pictures of himself being fucked by Mr. Riley; sucking Mr. Riley's dick; licking Mr. Riley's ass; kissing Mr. Riley's feet; being spanked by Mr. Riley and many more in various stages of dress and undress. Randy wore loose clothes so he wouldn't look quite so muscular and with his baby face, he looked like a chubby ten-year-old. And in most of the pictures it looked like Mr. Riley was smiling and Randy was crying. The hard part was faking the pictures because Mr. Riley never did get a hard-on no matter how hard Randy tried to make it happen. But Landon is quite a photographer, so he was able to make the pictures look real.

Mr. Riley was still hurting and kinda out of it, but he was cooperative most of the time, and Randy only had to slap him around a couple times.

After the picture shoot, they had a discussion on allowance, work around the house, hiring a gardener and other stuff like how he was going to treat Jason and Bobby. Actually, it wasn't much of a discussion, because Randy mostly talked, and Riley mostly listened. Jason wrote it all down. During this whole time Riley did not say a word to Jason, and mostly tried not to even look at him. At Randy's orders, Jason avoided looking at his dad as well.

"Okay, I think we're done" Randy finally said. "You go home and sleep on this, and make sure you remember everything we talked about. Once Jason gets everything written down, I'll come over and we'll go over it again to be sure you understand it. Jason's going to give me an update every day about how it's going so you better be good. If you and I have to have another talk, you're going to be very sorry. But, then again, maybe I'll come by once in a while just for the hell of it, so I can watch you grovel. Now, do you understand all of this?"

"Yes Randy" he answered through tears of pain and humiliation. "I understand."

"Good boy" Randy said with a smile patting him on the cheek. "I think you finally know what I expect of you. I can have you thrown in jail any day of the week, but if you behave yourself, we'll get along fine. Now get your ass out of here so Jason and I can download the pictures. We'll give you copies later."

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