Michael's Story

By Chaz / Unkle C

Published on Apr 12, 2005

Gay

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this nature where you live, then please stop now. This story contains graphic 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, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains fighting, rough sex, and w/s between young men, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further!

I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

This story was inspired by a dear friend! It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once again! So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild! Chaz

Last paragraphs of pt. 5:

Not sure of the time, cause from the floor, I couldn't see the bedside clock, but I was awaken by the soft pleading voice of Michael. "Aaaaaawwww shit, man......please get off me Brock......please dude....it fuckin hurts wicked....ooooooooohhhhh my GOD...... come on, Brock....please get off me.....I'll suck your dick anytime.....I promise......but not this, dude....pleeeaaassssse?"

The next sounds I heard were several muffled yelps of pain, and the rapid pounding of flesh against flesh.

Then I heard sounds that were much closer....it was the distingue sound of some one beating themselves off.....and then an angry voice. It was that of Luke as he jacked off.... "ooooooohhhh yeeeaaah....how's it feel bitch......ooooohhhh fuccckkkk ......keep begging .........ooooooh yeeaah......fuckin take it....cunt! Take my bro's huge pussy slayer up your queer ass....you fuckin faggot!"

"Michaels Story" pt. 6

I was trying to concentrate on the sounds coming from my sons room, but the much closer jacking sounds, coming from the bed above me, began drowning out the sounds from the bedroom down the hall.

Luke was now moaning loudly as he beat his dick, then suddenly he flopped off the bed and onto my stomach, straddling me. "SUCK MY DICK, YOU FUCKIN PERV. .......yeeeaaah....open up......I'm gonna fuck your scull harder than it's ever been fucked before, bitch! You hear those sounds coming from Mikey's room???? That's him beggin my bro, not to fuck him, SO HARD! But, I guess my bro doesn't give a shit how much he hurts Mikey......cause this is his second time in an hour.....he's pounding Mikey's ass ....and if I know my brother....... he's good for one more hard fuck, .....before passin out. AWESOME HUH? Now suck me.......homo....suck me ....while listening to Mikey begging my bro....... to please get off him!"

I laid there on my back with Luke sitting on top of my chest. I tried hard not to take my mind off my sons sobbing voice, trying to figure out a way to help him somehow. BUT, as self centered as it may sound, any thoughts of Michael vanished from my greedy mind. No, those thoughts of my precious son, were not replaced with the sight of a tough teens broad V shaped torso, nor the huge protruding pecs, and biceps the size of baseballs, without even being flexed. It wasn't the weight or the feeling of Luke's tight bubble butt..... as it settled on top of my upper chest, nor the scent of his teenage nut-sac as it hovered so close to my nose, nor the large mushroom shaped head of his cock as it maneuvered it's way between my lips, that took my mind away from my helpless son, at the hands of his best friend, that sent my mind in a whirl spin. Nor was it Luke's thick well muscled young thighs spread wide for my easy viewing. Or the taste of his pre-cum soaked with the scent of his unwashed balls! No it wasn't any ONE of those mouth watering sights, although it certainly could have been any one of them....... it was ALL of the above that quickly emptied my mind of all thoughts but one, the thought of worshiping this young Teenage Master!

Luke, once he had his thick knob wedged between my lips, leaned forward, grabbed a tight hold onto the headboard of my bed, and gave his hips a mighty thrust, sending more than three quarters of his thick cock slamming beyond the entrance to my throat.

My gagging reflexes automatically kicked in, forcing me to do whatever I could, to push this teenage jock off me.

While searching for something to brace onto, doing my best to push him away, my hands came into contact with his thick thighs. At first, I pressed the palms of my hands on them, and used all my strength to try and shove against them. Yet........within seconds I realized that I was fighting a losing battle.......his strong hard thighs were AS POWERFUL, if not MORE SO, as every other part of his young body.

Slowly, I adjusted to the feeling of his thick love muscle imbedded in my throat, and was able to control my gagging sensations a wee bit. But, for the life of me, I couldn't pull my hands away from the awesome feeling of his rock hard thighs... as they flexed their strength to the max.

Suddenly, the sobbing and pleading from my sons bedroom became soft muffled sounds, and apparently this did not go unnoticed by Luke. "Yeeeeaaahhhh, hear that? My bro got tired of listening to Mikey, so he did what he always does to some whiney little bitch.......he shoved his dirty socks in Mikey's mouth.......to keep him quiet. Bet Mikey is lovin that right about now, especially since my bro's been wearin them since early this mornin! YEEEEAAAH .....I bet Mikey's lovin the taste of those ripe socks after being on my bro's feet all day....huh? Sure hope so.....if not?.....He better get used to it......is all I can say."

I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me, and looked up to see Lukes handsome boyish face, with that famously tight square Clayborne jaw, staring down at me. "You like the feel of my legs.....don't ya? ......you fucked up perv! You're sooooo fuckin lower than squid shit....ya know that? You sick fuck! Man,I'm sooo gonna fuck your face.....till you pass out...you fuckin cocksucker! Now take your queer hands off my legs, before I bash your queer face in with my FISTS, rather than my cock!"

Luke needn't repeat that twice, as I quickly ripped my palms away from his tight well muscled thighs.

The young stud then did the best he could to live up to his promise. While holding tightly to the headboard, he power slammed my throat over and over again, with long penetrating thrusts. His beautiful blue eyes, seemed lost, as he sat above me, taunting me with his wicked evil grin, a grin that only grew wider each time his dick buried itself all the way home, and was held there for a minute or so, causing me to choke and gag mercilessly......contorting my face, as my eyes nearly bulged out, and the fear that maybe he was trying to kill me, by choking me to death with his much thicker than average dick.

He then turned his head towards the bedroom door, and cupped his left ear, as if trying to hear what was happening in my sons bedroom.

"yeeeeaaah....While I'm fuckin your cunt throat.......I'm gonna be thinkin of Mikey sucking on my bro's dirty socks, while having his butt FUCKED three times in a row, by my brothers mean pussy slayer!"

It soon became apparent that Luke for some reason.... resented Mikey......more so, than he did earlier.....because he began yelling loud enough for the two boys down the hall to hear him. "aaaaawwww yeeeaaahhh Mikey........TAKE IT ...you ball sucking faggot, take my bro's monster cock, deep inside you..... yeeeeaaahhh..... and don't forget to swallow the stink from my brothers socks.....you little homo!"

There was no reply from the two boys down the hall, only the continued sound of Flesh pounding on flesh wicked hard and wicked fast.

I had visions of Michael's well rounded bubble but, as Brocks very muscular teen body laid on top of it, drilling it deeper into the feather mattress, riding my sons entire body, like he rides those wild stallions at the ranch.

Once again, my mind was rudely brought back to my own situation, as Luke began fucking my mouth like a jack rabbit.....fast and furious. I felt my breathing ability fading away, as my natural instinct forced me to fight for my life.

I guessed his young teenage dick to be about seven inches in length, but it was the thickness of it that made blowing him nearly impossible..... without choking to death.

My tongue kept sliding over his wide knob and all along the huge vain on the underside of his dick, then back up to the ridge under his thick knob, as he long fucked my face intensely! "Yeeeaaahh, you can fight it all you want......but there's no way I'm gonna stop and pull out, before dumping my load down you're queer throat, even if ya choke to death......you're a fuckin perf.....and you should be thanking me for this, rather than fighting me.......but whatever! ....... Ooooooooohhh fuck......aaaaaawwwww shit.....here it comes you cocksucking, cumeating, queer.....hope you fuckin choke on it.... fag!"

I truly felt as though I was going under, as his warm seed gushed rapidly out of his piss-slit and down my throat.....sliding into my belly.

I was dizzy and totally felt the room spinning around, as I fought for my life, trying to swallow while his thick cock pressed tightly against the walls of my throat linings.

Not being able to swallow properly also scared me, as I pounded Luke"s legs with every ounce of strength I had left.

The last thing I remembered was Luke pulling out and then slamming back in....just as the room became black!

I woke up once before daylight, and looked up unto the bed, I needed something cold to drink badly, my mouth and throat were both hurting wicked, and dry as hell.

Standing up, I saw that the bed was empty, and Luke was no where within the room.

I quietly made my way to the bathroom, but stopped midway, as the sounds from down the hallway caught my attention.

Again it was the sound of Flesh slamming against flesh. I tiptoed around the corner as quietly as I could.

My eyes nearly bulged out, from what I witnessed taking place.

Luke, had Michael in a full nelson hold, up against the wall, and was pounding Michael's tight bubble butt, as fast and as hard as he could, while grinding my sons face into the wall.

I felt that this was my opportunity to help my son, while Brock was obviously sleeping, and Lukes back was turned away from me. However, the sight of Luke's well muscled teen body, slamming against my sons well shaped body, gave me a wicked boner! Then the words came out, and I just stood there watching and listening. "Answer me faggot.....did you get off on my bro fucking you're brains out all night.....huh? Did you fuckin love the feel of him laying on top of you, pinning you to the bed, grinding your whole body into that feather mattress, fucking you mercilessly.....did ya?"

All the while Luke was throwing the questions at Michael, he emphasized each question with a wicked hard thrust of his strong hips, slamming his thick love muscle deeply into Michael's once tight bubble but. "I said answer me faggot......NOW!"

I listened carefully as the sound of humiliation crept from my sons mouth. "Nnnooo...I didn't like it.......not at first....but while he was fucking me the third time......I guess it wasn't so bad.... ya know?"

"Noooooo.....I don't know Mikey.....and you know why I don't know???? ......because I'm not a fuckin faggot like you.....I'm a Claybone........and nobody fucks a Clayborne.....so why don't you tell me......just how much you loved it, AFTER it stopped hurting so much....huh?"

"Come on Luke.....please don't make me talk about it.......it's embarrassing enough that it happened, why do I have to talk about it, dude?"

"Because.......I wanna know what was going through your mind, while being fucked silly by my bro, as you sucked on his dirty sox..... come on Mikey......you fuckin loved it.....didn't ya? Just like you're lovin the feel of my dick poundin your butt right now....huh?"

I watched as the intense scene continued, with Lukes hips moving back and forth, gyrating like crazy, slamming that huge dick of his, in and out of Michaels butt, with rapid speed. I watched as each powerful thrust, caused Michael to close his eyes and moan softly. Apparently, after fucking him three times non stop, Brock managed to stretch Michael's hole significantly, no longer was he crying, no longer was he fighting it, no longer was he not enjoying it.

"Ok......I....oooooohhh .......ooooohhh fuck.......I......I like it, ok? Is that what you wanna here?.......ooooooohhhhh shit.......I love it......I can't help it......I fuckin love the feel of you and Brocks cocks! .....oooooohhh pleeeease Luke........I can't believe it.......I fuckin love it, dude!......You and Brock are soooo fuckin HOT....and you guys are the toughest jocks in the school......man, I never thought I would like feeling another dudes dick, not even with my hands, never mind inside my mouth or butt like this, and I'm not even a fag, dude...I swear!"

The smile on Lukes face was precious, as he gave his strong hips one more powerful thrust, sending his dick all the way home, and leaving it there. The loud moans coming from both dudes at the same time.....was deafening!

It was obvious that Luke was now unloading his share of sperm, adding it to the three loads that his brother emptied inside Michael earlier.

Luke gave Michael a half dozen or so more rapid thrusts, while milking the last of his sweet cum inside my son. "Not even a fag???.... Sure you are Mikey........sure you are! I tell ya, dude.......you're as much a fuckin fag as any queer......and I'll tell ya this too......by the time me, and Brock, and the cousins leave here tonight......there won't be any doubt in your faggy little mind......that you were born to serve the needs of men.....men like me and my bro, and our cousins.....you'll see!"

Luke pulled out of Michael's butt, then released the full nelson hold he had on him. "Turn around pussyboy, and get on your knees......now it's time to clean my dick!"

I decided to get back in the bedroom, before being caught spying, but just as I started backing up, Michael turned around and spotted me. Our eyes glued to one another, and of course this made Luke turn towards me.

Then, as if Luke was blind or something, my son gave me away. "Hey Luke, why not use Conner to clean us both.......ya know? I mean he REALLY is a queer, and a PERF at that! ........So whadaya say, dude?..... I mean..... you've already used me.....and real good too.....so now how about givin me a break.....and use some of your superiority on that fag?"

Luke continued staring at me ....with his colder than ice, glare.

After a moment or two, he turned back around and ordered his friend to open up wide. "Maybe you're right, faggot.....but since you're not gonna clean my cock......I'll have to fill your queer mouth with something else....huh?.......Yeeeaaah open wide for me, Mikey!"

Michael hesitated, but when Luke gave my son one of his evil looks, Michael quickly opened his mouth nice and wide...for his bud.

Luke, cocked his head sideways a little, then spat several times into my sons opened mouth. "There you go, Mikey.....swish it around....then suck on it.....for a while......like a good fagboy!"

Standing there with his deflating dick hanging between those awesome thighs of his, he gave me a smirk. "Well, well, well, you came back to life......get over here cumbreath......you're just in time to clean up after Mikey! Come on...move it, cuntface."

I made my way over to Luke and my son, wishing that I had minded my own business and stayed within the bedroom. "On your knees perv.....first you're gonna clean my dick, as an appetizer.....then for your main meal.....you get to clean Mikey's butt, with your queer tongue! I bet to a fuckin sick perv like you, that sounds delicious.... huh? Now get down..... and start with my dick, SUCK my thick knob clean, then work your way up to my pubes....you sick homo!"

There was absolutely no way I was going to suck Luke's dick, after it had fucked Michael's butt hole, and sucking Luke's cum out of my sons butt....well.... that goes without saying..... `NO WAY IN HELL' .....is that going to happen!

When I didn'd move towards Luke as he had demanded, I knew I was asking for trouble. However, I figured that my son after being humiliated and then forced to serve the twins, would now be more apt to helping me, than helping them. So I defiantly stood my ground.

Luke only shook his head, and grinned as he walked towards me.

I caught my sons eye, and tried to tell him, it was now or never.

"K Michael, help me out here son.......the two of us together can take him out.....otherwise you're going to be taking care of him and Brock for years to come, trust me.......you really don't want that!"

As Luke got in my face, I expected Michael to be on top of him, but that didn't happen. I looked around the young muscular body now in front of me, and saw Michael just leaning up against the wall....smiling at me. "He's all yours Conner......let's see what you can do!"

Luke's eyes were now penetrating my own, I saw his lips come together, then felt the warm wet gobs of spit land on my face one after another. As I raised my hands to wipe away a gob of spit that landed on my left eye, I felt the power of the tough teens fist, as it made contact with my out of shape abs.

By the time I felt the fourth power punch to my guts, I was sinking to my knees, when the fifth punch landed, Luke had grabbed a fistful of my hair to keep me from being knocked to the floor.

Now holding me up on my knees by the tight grip he had on my hair, he used his free fist to drive home the point, that I was no challenge for the strength, and power of his young body.

After showing me, how much stronger he was than me, he decided to also show me, who Michael took his orders from.

He looked over his shoulders to my son, and gave him an order.

"Get over here, FAGGOT.....get down on your knees......and KISS my ass......NOW!"

Sure enough, my son made his way over to us, then knelt down in back of Luke as ordered, and proceeded to kiss his friends hot bubble butt .....over and over again, as Luke stared into my eyes and smiled devilishly.

Within minutes I too was following orders, as I sucked Luke's thick knob clean, and then disgustingly licked his and his brothers cum ......out of my sons butt!

I truly had never felt so degraded, even being forced to drink the twins piss, to me......didn't seem as degrading as licking and swallowing sloppy cum out of another dudes butt....even if that dude was my son.

Within minutes, all hell broke loose, as Brock entered the room, wearing only tight briefs and a mean scowl. "What the fuck's going on out here?"

I was still licking Michael's butt, trying wicked hard not to barf.

Brock then directed his anger to Michael and yelled loudly. "K, fagboy....who the fuck said it was ok for you to leave the bed? The last thing I told you....was for you to stay in bed till I woke up.....RIGHT?"

Michael nodded his head slowly, then bowed it, submissively.

"Then why the hell did you disobey me....you wanna start off the day with my FISTS in your face.....or what? .........ANSWER ME, you little maggot!"

The room had become ghostly quiet, and when Michael didn't speak up.....I did so for him. "It was your brother.....he dragged Michael out here, threw him up against the wall, and fucked him, Michael didn't come out here on his own! He was dragged out here!"

Brock first looked at me with daggers, then at his twin. "Is this cunt telling me the truth, bro? Did you drag Mikey out here and fuck him?"

Luke, at first looked like a child caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, then he lifted his head, and coldly looked into his brothers eyes, and bravely gave his bro a smirk. "Yeah I did.... and you know why I did? ....Because you get to have all the fun, cause you're the one calling all the shots. I never get to have it my way... till you say it's ok.......well....I'm tired of that crap.....waiting for you to say what I can do.... and when I can do it! .......From now on..... I do what I want..... and when I want.......and that bro? ...... Is as you say...... CASE CLOSED!"

Brock was expressionless as he walked over to his twin. Just when we were expecting a major fist fight between two brothers, Brock surprised us and began clapping his hands. "BRAVO BRO.....I was wondering if you were ever gonna grow up and become a man......good job dude! So come-on....tell me.....did you like it? ......... Did you love the feeling of pounding Mikey's butt? ....Did you get off on him begging you to please stop? .....HEY?......What about the sloppy seconds, I musta left a huge load after fuckin the cunt three times last night......WAIT....."

Luke was all smiles and happy, standing up to his more aggressive twin, took more balls than he ever gave himself credit for having. So he stood there, happy as a fly on shit, but a wee bit overwhelmed with all the questions at once. "Whoooooooaaaaaa..........jeeeeeeezz bro, slow down .......let me answer!"

Just then the phone rang, I knew it wasn't the bank calling me at six-thirty on Saturday morning. It continued ringing till Brock nodded to Michael. "HEY? ....Ain't ya gonna answer it?"

My son went to the phone, and after a few spoken words, brought the phone to Brock, "It's Garret...... he wants to talk to you."

"Yo dude, suuup?........ Yeeeaaahh no shit.....you're missin all the fun, man! Nope, goin home sometime tonight........ but me and bro do have a special surprise for ya, so you two gotta make it over here after practice, k? ........Noooo I told ya yesteday, me and bro got excused from practice today............ yep dad called the coach, told him me and bro were visiting gramps in Washington, and can't get back till Sunday night! .........Ya, I know, dad's the balls when he wants to be!.........Yep, so see ya after practice.......no way dude don't bother going home to clean up, you two can get cleaned here.........k, see ya around noonish......of course we got beer.....k, see ya!"

Brock hung up the phone and looked at each of us, then gave us the most evil grin. "Hey dudes, no reason to MOPE......the party is just beginning! Now, who's gonna take my morning piss?"

Both Michael and I turned our heads to each other at the same time, then with a huge smirk planted on his face, my son pointed to me......causing both Brock and Luke to totally lose it, laughing their ass's off.

Both tough teens began walking towards us. Brock stood over me, while Luke stood over Michael. Brock was the first to speak. "So, Mr. Fag, since it's your house......do ya want it here on the nice soft carpet.....or in the shower?"

I couldn't believe that the spoiled brat even had enough sense to ask. "Please....Brock...if you have to do this...can we please do it in the shower?" "Sure pops, no prob, git movin, WAIT....git on your hands and knees....you're my frigging pony...remember?"

I glanced at my son, and he was looking up at Luke, while Luke with a huge smirk was staring down at Michael. "Thought you were gettin out of it....didn't ya faggot? Naaaah, Mikey, I wouldn't want you to feel left out.....you'll get the same meal this mornin as Mr. Fag gets.....only difference is? ......YOU ? ...need to BEG for it......I wanna here from your own queer mouth, ......how much you wanna taste my piss, how much you're lookin forward to being my fuckin little slave!" Luke then gave my son that vicious grin of his. While staring down at his new submissive friend, and waited for the begging to begin. "Come-on Mikey, beg me for my piss, faggot!"

When my son refused to beg, Luke let go with a power slap on my sons right cheek, hard enough to leave a hand print to match the other side of his face.

The slap easily would have knocked my son over onto the carpet, had Luke let go of his tight grip.

But as it was, the tough young teenage jock held onto his fistful of Michael's hair, and was able to keep him from falling all the way. Michael's upper torso only shifted sideways, his head tilted towards the floor.

Luke quickly and roughly jerked Michael back up to his kneeling position, by yanking on the fistful of hair, causing Michael to let out several loud and painful yelps.

Brock, said nothing to Luke about being so rough with Michael. As a matter of fact he grinned viciously, and sort of muttered to him self. "Fuck, that's gonna leave a mark!"

Luke not feeling any remorse, demanded that Michael obey. "You heard me, homo, beg for my piss!"

Mike, bowed his head and muttered. "Can I have your piss, dude?"

Brock, really getting off on how aggressive his twin was becoming, chuckled, and grinned at his bro. "Do what you want, bro, but if I were you? I wouldn't accept that as begging"

Luke seemed to also be getting off on this new head trip, the control and the feeling of superiority over his High School friend, was creating such a rush within him, that within just seconds, his dick reached it's maximum length, and thickness. He loved this new power surging through his body, hell it even gave him enough confidence to stand up to his bro, who throughout their earlier years, always had the final say.

Luke tugged harder on his friends hair. "Not good enough, cunt.....now I wanna see your eyes, and I wanna hear you beg me, like you mean it.......no more games, dude! You want whatever comes outta my piss-slit.....and NOW......thanks to my bro.....we all three KNOW that! .....So let me hear it, queerboy! LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR MY PISS!"

Brock and I watched and listened as Michael raised his head, looked up into his buds eyes, and pleaded. "K, Luke, I'm beggin you......can I please taste your piss, dude?"

Luke's evil grin instantly began to spread across his young handsome face, as he insisted on just a tad more humiliation.

"From now on? You inferior low life bitch slave, it's no longer Luke........it's SIR......I want you to call me SIR......or better still, just call me MASTER, cause that's what I am to you.......I'm your fuckin master,.....you pissdrinkin, cocksuckin faggot!"

I was a bit overwhelmed with the abuse my sons best friends were forcing him to take, and nearly cried myself when I noticed a tear in the corner of Michaels left eye. Then I watched and listened again, as Michael obeyed. "Master Luke.....can I please have a taste of you piss, PLEASE, SIR?"

Both Brock and Luke let out a roaring laugh. "Sure FAGGOT! ....As a matter of fact, lets head to the shower......and you can have WAAAAAAY more than just a taste of it, slaveboy!.....I mean....since you BEGGED for it and all!"

With a hand pressing down on the back of my head, and Brock's voice telling me to get down on my hands and knees, I decided not to argue!

I'll be the first to admit, that the feel of Brock's tight bubble butt sitting comfortably on my back, his thick thighs squeezing my sides, and the feeling of his nut-sack rubbing against my back bone, had my dick inflated rather quickly.

I can not deny it, I loved having this tough teenager with his tight muscles, on top of me like this.

Even as Luke dominated my son, the way he was going about it, was just incredibly too much excitement for me.

The way that he stood over my son....the two being the same age, yet Luke being so much more stronger, more buffed, more aggressive, and more determined to have his way with him......was just,......well..... simply put.......doing a number on my dick.

Michael and I were told to kneel side by side in the shower, with Brock standing over me, and his twin Luke ......with legs spread wide, stood over my son.

Both twins were grinning down at us, as though each had just won a large sum of money. Brock spoke first. "K, fags, neither of you had better let even a drop fall onto our feet, if that happens?? You'll be down there licking it off.....YOU GOT IT?"

Michael and I both leaned forward positioning ourselves closer to their dicks, both thinking at the same time, that if we are closer to the source, then we should have no prob catching it all within our opened months. Little did we know that Master Luke had his own ideas.

Before Michael and I even had a chance to blink, a hot stream of teen piss was splashing into my mouth. Brock was more then happy with his new urinal, and the feeling of total control he now held over an adult. "Wooooohooooo, your queer mouth loves my piss....don't it.....you fuckin loser?"

Luke's, hot stream started flowing into my sons mouth only seconds later. I sympathized with my son, as he closed his eyes tightly, probably thinking if he didn't see where the recycled water was coming from, it wouldn't taste half as bad, or be half as humiliating.

But Luke, from the very moment he was convinced that Michael was gay, seemed as though he wanted his school bud, to feel as weak and powerless as possible! He was out to prove to he and his brothers best friend, that life between the three was about to change drastically. He also wanted Mikey to know, that under no uncertain terms, Luke and his twin were out to dominate, overpower, control, humiliate, and if necessary, beat-up their friend, as often as he or his bro felt the urge!

"There you go, faggot!......how's it taste?.....Yeeeeaaah! Swallow my piss, you fuckin fag! ......You disgust me, you know that? All these years we've been buds, you lied to us, makin us believe you were straight and all......and all this time you've been checkin out our dicks and muscles and stuff......and now, how you soooo begged me..... to piss in your mouth, yeeeaaahhh....you're as much of a low life pig, as Mr. Fag here...... but ......I guess by now.....you can't argue that point......can ya?"

The taste of Brock's warm piss, was beginning to turn my stomach, but just like I did the night before, I forced myself to keep it all down.....and surprisingly, the task was not nearly as difficult as it was last night. Was this the first sign, that I had already gotten used to the taste, after having all three teens fill my belly with it?

Luke then leaned over and whispered something into his brothers ears, and the two young bullies laughed, as Brock looked back at his bro. "Oooooooh yeeaah! ....Damn, bro..... you're gettin good at this!"

Luke then yelled at my son to raise his arms high in the air. Once Michael obeyed his friends command, he stood there with both arms up high.

Both twins at that point, and without any warning, began pissing directly into both of my sons armpits, with Luke saturating one pit, and Brock soaking the other.

With the remnants of the warm liquid, after drenching my sons pits, making it's way down Michael's sides, and chest, and over his ridged abs, and finally down the legs and onto the shower floor.

Luke then tilted his thick placid dick downwards, covering his own bare feet, with his remaining piss.

It seemed to me that the two brothers each had more morning piss, than I normally have in a three day period, but eventually, what had seemed a never ending flow......finally came to a halt.

Both twins were giving Michael and I that evil grin of theirs, a sign that a sinister deed was on it's way. Luke then nodded to me, and with his cold eyes and demanding tone, filled me in on what my next task was to be. "Ooooops, look at what we did, Mr. Fag..... our piss..... somehow...... made it's way to Mikey's armpits! Now Brock and I,......as his best friends, can't have him walking around with the smell of piss all over his body.......now can we? .......So.... if you'd be so kind?.....why don't you get up....and lick his pits clean for him......can you do that for us, Mr. Fag? ....Huh?....CAN YOU??.....and once you're done with his pits......you may as well lick the rest of his body clean....eh?"

I knelt there thinking to myself, when is enough.....really enough?' at what point do I say FUCK OFF'........and refuse to take another order? I pondered the thought within my mind for a moment or so, or until I saw Brock clench his fists tightly, while glaring into my eyes.

I then turned to my son, and motioned for him to stand up.

With him now standing, and me looking into his eyes, it appeared as though they were gleaming, at that very moment, he gave me a smirk!

A gentle but firm shove from behind me, and I had my face buried deeply into Michael's pits.

The aroma stemming from this lightly hairy area of his body, was a mixture of B.O. and piss. Disgusting enough when it's one or the other, but together?...........it's a horrid combination.

I knew well enough by now, that resisting, or even attempting to talk my way out of this, was not only useless, but also....in a way, it was like asking for a beating! Which, if it would get me out of this situation.....I would have chosen! But, if these twins were anything like the rest of the Clayborne clan......directly after the fierce beating, I'd be doing what they demanded anyway!

But still.....I had to try something, so I pulled my face away from my sons raunchy pits, desperately trying to come up with a painless way .......to get out of this.

I openly winced in pain, as I felt a power slap to the side of my head, followed by Luke's unhappy voice. "Go ahead, pissbreath......make me angry....force me to wail on you.....MAKE MY DAY!......Do you have ANY idea, cunt.........just how badly I wanna beat on you, FUCKIN PERV!"

Once again, I planted my face, this time with my tongue sticking out, into Michael's fowl armpits...... and began licking the damp piss soaked hairs, while in my mind ....the vision of my son smiling, and getting off on this.....humiliated me, that much more!

I forced my tongue to lap up the sweat and piss covering both armpits, and while switching over from one pit to the other, I caught a glimpse of Michael's cock standing at attention.

Well......at least one of us was enjoying the torment, along with the mental abuse, and humiliation I was being put through.

I worked my way down my sons entire body, lapping and licking nearly every inch of it, including his thick hard-on and nut-sac, there seemed to be piss dribbles everywhere.

I then knelt back down in front of Luke, like an obedient dog.

The twins appeared happy with my performance, neither of them saying anything to me as I knelt there, which in its self was a good indication that I had performed my task well.

A long silent pause took place before Luke spoke. His voice none too happy, was directed this time..... to Michael. "Would it at all be appropriate ....to ask you what the fuck you are waiting for, FAGGOT?.........There's piss on my feet, bitch!...and now you have less than two seconds to get down there and LICK it off.....but.......you can take longer if you want......cause beating the fuck outta you ?????......gets me soooooo hard, Mikey!"

The smile from my sons face disappeared rather quickly, as he slowly eased downward to his hands and knees.

Once in perfect alignment with Lukes sexy, but piss covered feet, Michael slowly lowered his face to the top of his friends left foot, then hesitatingly began lapping up the thin layer of piss.

"How's it tasting Mikey? You may as well get real acquainted with my feet, bud,..........cause you'll soon be spending loads of time on them after practice.......massaging them, licking them, hell... even sucking on them, awesome, huh?"

Brock felt the need to have his voice heard now as well. "Ya Mikey, and you know who loves havin his feet worshiped? ........Our cousin Garret.....ooooh my GOD! ........He'll have you worshiping his feet for hours, dude, and Jarred???? Well, as you already know, Mikey......he has this thing about havin another dudes face in his pits......soooooo you and Mr. Fag here, are gonna be spendin tons of time on fetishes from now on.......but, and this is a big `but' you two make damn sure that Luke's and my PISS fetish comes first, we don't want the after taste of their feet or dirty pits, left on our precious cocks.....k?"

We all watched closely as Michael spent nearly thirty minutes, licking Luke's feet. As Luke stood over him, his thick legs spread wide, a nasty smirk plastered on his handsome teen face, his hands clenched tightly into fists, while resting on his hips, and his cock standing straight out! Luke would occasionally raise one of his feet, and Michael, without even being told to, would take one or two of his young masters toes within his mouth and suck it, for moments at a time! "Oooooooh yeeeaah! You're learnin fast, for a FAGGOT! ............ Bet you're even lovin it by now too......huh? Oooh ya you are.......just think, queerboy, no more dreamin about what it would be like worshiping one of us Clayborne dudes.....cause from now on.......worshiping us, will be part of your everyday schedule.......bet that makes you a happy bitch....eh?"

The rest of the day was spent with Brock lazily watching football on tv, while using me as a footrest, and Luke in Michael's bedroom playing with the play station 2, while my son was on his hands and knees......under the desk....... his face between Lukes legs ........worshiping his masters balls and whatever.

It was close to three o:clock, when the doorbell rang. Both twins, now sitting on the sofa, with michael now acting as a footrest for Luke, and me between Brocks legs.

Both teens began smiling big time, as Brock yelled out. "Let the party begin!" he then pushed me away, while at the same time, Luke raised his strong legs and double kicked my son in the side, pushing Michael nearly across the room. "K, faggot, since you're the surprise, git into your bedroom, till I call for ya!"

Brock, while heading to the front door, gave Luke a half grin. "Wow....bro? Why you so rough with him?" Luke looking a little pissed off for even being asked such a question, and now glaring at Michael, he snickered. "Because I can be......and because suddenly....I hate the FAGGOT......that's why!"

Brock only shook his head and continued to the door, grinning.

While my son made his way to his bedroom, followed by Luke, feeding him instructions, along the way. "K, slaveboy, this is what I want ya to do, when I yell to ya......."

I had never met or even seen Cameron's sons, Garret, and Jarred, so when they entered the family room, led by Brock, I wasn't a bit surprised to see that once again, the rumor of the Clayborne boys being born with muscles..... was alive and well after all these years.

They were true specimens of the Clayborne male gene. I don't know why, but out of the clear blue sky, my mind drifted to football, and my heart, and prayers, along with sympathy went out to all the local rivals. I just couldn't imagine two sets of Clayborne twins on the same team.....damn, that has to be a brutal force to deal with!

The snapping of Brocks fingers interrupted my thoughts. "Hey....sorry to interrupt your SWEET dreams, FAGGOT, I know you must be dreamin about my dick again.....but I need your attention ......now!"

As I looked up, all four Clayborne teens were standing in front of me, with Garret, and Jarred, laughing their balls off.

Brock made the introductions, or sought of made them. "Ok, Mr. Fag, time to meet the cousins.....so pay attention, This one here, with the black streaks running through his natural Platinum blond hair is Jarred, he wants to be a punk when he grows up. All four teens laughed loudly. And this one with the tight leather motorcycle gloves on, is of course Garret.....he wants to be a gang leader.....when he's older. Again laughter, as the new arrivals kept their eyes glued to mine.

After a moment or so, Garret was the first to speak up. "So is it true, that you love suckin a teenage dick? That you were a slave to our uncle Austin..... when you guys were our age?"

Before I could answer those questions, Jarred, had a few of his own. "Ya,........is it true that you beg Michael to let you suck his cock? That you turned over the entire house and all the money to him, cause he's your MASTER now?"

The humiliation was too much, I sat there and just nodded my head to the two tough High School football players. It was obvious that they skipped going home to change and shower. Both still in what appeared to be old and ragged uniforms that these two had chosen to practice in..... minus some of the padding, like leg padding. Their old uniforms were obviously smaller, and their strong legs stretched the shiny yellow and black nylon fabric to it's max, accentuating their well muscled thighs, and bulging crotch.

My eyes began their natural journey whenever coming into contact with tough dudes such as these two.

The journey started at their faces, and worked downward.

They were true Clayborne's all right, I had no doubts about that. Since most of their body was hiding behind their uniforms and what little padding they wore, my journey was fairly quick.

It pretty much ended at their crotch's .

I was impressed that each dude had either an extra large cup covering their genitals or.......they had equipment, that had to be very close to the size of Brock and Luke's.....which in itself was impressive even for the average Clayborne.

The laughter and rude comments reminded me that once again, I was spending way too much time concentrating on an area of the body that proclaimed my true colors.

Garret moved forward, straddling my legs, till his full package was brushing against my nose. He then slowly, began untying the thin laces, pulling on them, till he was able to reach in, and pull out the cup that so courageously protected his pride and joy.

My eyes lit up, while he held the small object in his hand, then they dashed back to where the cup had spent it's last nine or so hours.

I obviously couldn't control my awe.... as I first gasped and then let out an "ooooooooh my god!" as my eyes attached themselves to the outline of Garret's thick cock-head, hidden behind, the stretching, dirty jock!

Garret placed his leathered palms on the back of my head and once again pressed his open crotch against my nose and mouth. All four teens were now laughing hysterically, at my outburst upon seeing yet another awesome Clayborne well packed basket.

Garret, insisted I steal a few whiffs of his unwashed private section. "There you go queer, take a good whiff of what real men smell like......yeeeeeaaah......you like?....That's just a sample of what's on it's way, once we get settled in here, but first, I'll give you a short pre-view of the main attraction, k?"

Before pulling away from me completely, Garret, just pulled away from my face a little, then reached in and pulled out what had to be at least a six inch semi hard cock.

I gasped again, guessing that it had to be pretty close to seven or seven and a half inches when fully hard. Garret took my surprised reaction as a compliment, smiling, and winking at me. "Yeah, that's how all the faggots at school react, when they see it. NOW KISS it right on that pretty knob of mine, you fuckin HOMO!"

I leaned in, and as Garret held the waist band of his jock halfway down the length of his huge dick, I had enough of a clearance to get between the crotch opening and his thick cock-head. I planted a sweet kiss on the wide mushroom head, and was about to kiss it one more time, when he jerked away, and laughed at me. "Whoooooaaaaaaa, easy there, faggot! I only gave you permission to kiss it once....and once is all you get."

This little outburst by Garret, had everyone laughing but me.

I mean, I admit that I was impressed with the size of Garrets dick, but it wasn't like I was starving for it.

Brock treated his cousins as though they were guests at his house rather than at my house. "Damn, dudes where's my mind at, hey bitch, get your ass out to the fridge and bring us some beers! Hop, hop."

I wasn't out of sight for more than two minutes tops, and when I returned to the family room, all four teens were huddled together, I assumed to discuss the game plan for me.

They were all hushed as I handed out the beers, with Jarred lifting his arm, and sniffing his own pits. Then turning to me and grinning. "Come here, fag........take a big whiff!"

I looked in the direction of Brock and Luke, for their reaction to Jarred's demand. Catching Brocks eye, I waited for some sort of permission to go ahead. "What you waitin for Mr. Fag, do as Master Jarred says, fuckin stupid bitch"

I made my way over to Jarred, and stood there while he finished his conversation with Luke about how hard he put it to Sarah Frost three nights before.

When Jarred finally acknowledged me, he just smirked and lifted his tattered and sleeveless football jersey halfway up, but enough so that I could get a good view of his protruding pecs, and hard rippled abs. And enough so that I could get my face in there for a good strong whiff of an armpit, belonging to a young jock that just finished a long full day of football practice. He even smiled, as I inhaled the powerful scent a second time.

It took me two times to inhale the teen studs, jockboy, fragrance, because the first time was just a tease.

I had no clue what the hell was happening to me, but somewhere along the line here, I didn't mind what the twins were doing to me, I even found my self wanting to get them all off.

I heard one of the twins, I think it was Garret ask where Michael was, and was politely corrected by Luke. "hey....we call him Mikey not Mike, not Michael.....and I think he's still taking a nap.....let me check."

I knew something was up, but couldn't figure out what it was. I watched Luke approach the staircase leading up to the bedrooms. He then called out to my son. "Hey Mikey......you awake yet,......we have some company here wondering where you're at, dude."

Luke then made his way to one of the overstuffed chairs and sat down on it, spreading his well muscled legs wide. I began once again, taking in the sight of his awesome body. Dressed only in a pair of tight light blue silky boxers, which accented his basket just perfectly, and those tanned well muscled thighs, spread wide apart, giving off the impression that his basket was actually inviting you to worship it!

Within a few minutes my son came down the stairs, as if nothing at all had transpired in the past twenty four hours. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, white tank top, white ankle length socks, hair in place, and a smile that showed off his perfect teeth.

As planned by he and Luke, he just stood there, and said his hello's to Garret, while Jarred was over chatting with Luke. Michael acted as if everything was perfectly normal. "Hey dude, glad you could make it......how'd football practice go today?"

Garret looks at Michael's face, and stood there in total shock before speaking. Then, he demands to be told, who beat him up. "Damn dude, looks like someone's been playing patty cakes with your face! Musta used it as a punchin bag too....Who the fuck did this to you? Yo, check it out bro, Michael has a wicked set of bright red hand prints.....one on each side of his face!"

Jarred made his way back from where Luke was still sitting, to see what his bro was talking about. His mouth dropped as he saw what a mess his buds face was. "Holy shit, what the fuck happened, dude? You get jumped? Tell us who did this, we'll fuckin kill em" Then Garret and Jarred both started yacking away at the same time, wanting Michael to describe his attackers.

Luke and his bro, allowed this scenario to go on, until Garret and Jarred, had each finished their fourth beer, and had repeatedly asked who the culprits were. Then Luke played out his scene.

"Hey FAGGOT, aren't you forgetting somethin?"

The two cousins automatically assumed, that `FAGGOT' was in reference to Conner, so they cut off their conversation with Brock, and my son, and turned their heads to see what Luke had in mind for the old queer.

Suddenly, Michael walked away from the group, made his way over to Luke in the over stuffed chair, kneeled in between Luke's strong legs, and proceeded to tell his young master how sorry he was. "Please Master Luke, I didn't mean any disrespect, sir, I just wanted to chat with my friends for a minute, first."

Not sure if it was part of the plan or not, but Luke reached out, grabbed a tight grip of Michael's hair, pulled my son into him, and gave him yet another power slap. Then buried my sons face into his silky crotch. Holding it there tightly. "How many beatings do I have to give you.......huh, faggot....how many times do I need to beat the fuck outta ya, before you learn to obey me?....TELL ME.....you fuckin piss breath! You want another beating?....huh...do ya!"

Luke pulled Michael's face away from his crotch, so that Michael could speak. "Nooooo ....please Master Luke,....... no more, .......I'm sorry I didn't come directly over to you, kneel down, and kiss your crotch, like you've trained me to do!....... But I promise I'll never forget again......... Sir.......I promise!"

Both Garret, and Jarred looked at each other then at Brock, as Garret whispered to his cousin. "Dude?.....what's happening here? ......Why's Michael acting like that? .....Why's Luke acting like that.......why aren't you doing something about it? What the fuck is going on, man?"

Brock, gave his cousins a huge smile, it's the surprise bro, and I told you about.......we found out yesterday that our dearest friend Mikey....... is a fuckin queer....just like old Conner here. Isn't that a fuckin shocker, dudes? I mean just think about the advantages here"

Jarred, needing to hear it from Michael him self, went over to him, followed closely by his brother, and asked. "What's this all about, Michael? Any of this true?"

Luke pushed my sons head back away from his crotch again, so that he could speak. He looked up at his two buds, and nodded his head. "Ya.....it's true.....I guess I just never knew it....or maybe I kinda did.....but didn't wanna deal with it....ya know? Brock and Luke made me see it for myself........... and to be totally honest...I'm ok with suckin their dicks, and even being fucked by em....it's just all that added stuff I don't like, ya know?"

Garret and Jarred, stood there, both shaking their heads in disbelief. "What added stuff, you talkin about, dude?"

Michael, went on and told them about all the other stuff he's been made to do. "They piss on me, and in my mouth, they make me lick their sweaty armpits, kiss, lick and suck their dirty socks and feet......kiss and lick their muscles......stuff like that.....most of it is just fuckin disgusting......that's the added stuff I don't like.....I mean if it were just the blow-jobs and gettin fucked.....I guess I'd be ok with it, ya know?"

I sat behind the group, but had a good view of Garret and Jarred, and if my son thought for even a minute, that they were going to help him in this situation....he was sooooo wrong! They were far too busy, rubbing their own bulges, after listening to my son confess to being gay, and even describing all the humiliating deeds he been ordered to perform.

Brock stood there grinning, as he watched his cousins begin stripping. By the time the two cousins had finished, each was down to just soiled jocks and sweaty socks, with the after practice male odor.......... filtering through the room.

Both Jarred, and Garret looked to their cousin Brock for permission to approach Michael and myself, with Garret doing the talking. "So Brock.......aaaaahhhh........so......is it like cool to aaaahhh....." Garret cocked his head in the direction of my son, while cupping his balls, and pleading with his cousin with his eyes. "You know?......uuuuuummmmm......"

Brock and Luke both cracked up big time, as Brock gave his cousins permission to do their thing. "Fuck ya......go for it dudes, that's why me and Luke invited your butts over here! So one of ya take Conner and the other take Mikey......and remember.....it's Mikey, not Michael, or Mike......unless you guys prefer to call him FAGGOT, or slaveboy.....I mean hell.....Conner here, will even answer to ponyboy.....won't you, perv?"

Jarred, who apparently had never been serviced by an adult at the time, and sooooo interested in over powering one, turned directly to me. Wearing that look, that he was about to try that new thrill seeking ride at `Nine Flags', made his way over to me.

Standing over me, he gave me a smirk, and snickered. "Damn....I've never had a blow-job from an adult yet.......I bet you give awesome head......huh? But before I let you blow me.....you gotta earn the right.....so stand up, bitch." Jarred then holding his right arm up, made a tight well rounded muscle, and glared into my eyes. "Bet you wanna KISS this awesome gun of mine....huh? Bet these guns can really do a number on your face too.....well maybe I'll let you kiss it later......first you gotta clean my pits....since my bro and me couldn't go home to shower!.......You like cleanin jockboy pits, fresh from football practice?"

I didn't bother answering, since I knew I'd have to do it anyway.

And to prove my point, Jarred didn't even give me a chance to answer him, before grabbing the back of my head, and thrusting it into his smelly, sweaty jockboy armpit. "Yeeeaaah, lick it...........ooooohhh fuck yeah......eat my sweat......oooooohhhhh my God, bro........look at this......I've got this old sonofabitch eating out my pits, dude!"

Garret, was not in the least bit interested, what he was looking forward to, was having his big dick.... stuffed between his good friends lips. He had always fantasized about getting head from a friend as apposed to one of the queer nerds at school, but this was waaaaaay better......his good friend Michael, who was a decent High School jock himself, was on his knees, ready to submit to anything tough boy Garret demanded. What in this whole world could possibly be better?

Michael who was already on his knees, looking up pleadingly to his good friend, tried his bet to change Garrets mind. "Come-on, dude.......don't follow these guys.....you're better then them....can't you s........."

Before Michael could finish his sentence, he watched as Garret stood there and flexed every muscle in his body, showing his good bud, how much power he was up against, then placed his right hand down into his bulging jock, and brought his dick out for Michael to see up close.

He then grinned down at his buddy, as he placed the head of his dick directly under his friends nose. "Man, Mikey.......all this time, dude?.......I should beat the fuck outta you for making me fuck the faces of nerds......when I coulda been fucking your pretty face.......smell it Mikey? You like the smell of my dick....huh?"

Michael didn't answer, he just raised his eyes pleadingly........up at his bud.

Garret, kept his position, standing over my son, with his hot looking cockhead pressed tightly under Michael's nostrils. Then after leaking a little pre-cum, and brushing it under his friends nose, he continued with his verbal abuse. "Take a whiff of that Mikey........you LIKE that....huh? .........yeeaah ...you really like that, I can tell.....just by the way you closed your eyes just then......but guess what, Mikey.......if you get off on that smell???? You're gonna fuckin love the smell of my socks and feet after football practice, and not just practice, but after EVERY FUCKIN GAME, FAGGOT!"

Garret, then lifted the sole of his left foot, and placed it flat against my sons face, smothering him. "How's that smell, Mikey?........nice, huh?........Inhale it, Mikey......oooooooh yeeeaaah, bro, check it out, dude......Mikey is gettin into it.........keep inhaling that awesome odor......while LICKING IT, FAGGOT!.......yeah that's it Mikey,.......eat the stink off the bottom of my socks.....you fuckin QUEER!"

Next: Chapter 7


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