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I had had a girlfriend that I had been fucking for about nine months, and I really felt terrific about her and us and myself. "Oh…yeah…oh…fuck…oh…Christ…that's it, bitch, get your tongue into that asshole. " I was too slow in responding to the order, and I suddenly felt a stinging slap across my ass cheeks. It was really tight, and I had trouble getting my tongue in there. " I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and pushed it deep into the teenage boy ass. Skeeter's asshole became real loose and sloppy and ass slime mixed with my saliva for a most unusual and not very pleasant taste. Cunts take more than this up their asses all the time. Now, squat down and put the lip of the bottle against your asshole." It was useless to argue. Jake put his large hands on my shoulders and pushed. Look at that man, the bottle is going in his ass." Jake and Ted squatted down to see better, and Skeeter slid off the couch. I pushed down and felt more of the bottle enter me. " He pushed down hard, and three more inches of bottle entered my rectum. Ted held me down while Jake spread my legs, and forced more of the bottle up my ass.

I did really well on the freshman swim team, and my grades had been quite high. I do like you Jake." Suddenly, I felt I couldn't bear to lose his friendship. Suck on Skeeter's jock strap for me." At what moment do we submit? Once my tongue got inside the puckered hole, I found it to be moist and slippery. Suddenly Skeeter screamed, and Jake pulled my face back. There I was, my eyes red, my nose running, my face a mess, standing naked over a beer bottle on the floor with my heavy fear filled breathing as my dick and balls swayed. I squatted down with my legs spread until the bottle was firmly against my ass ring. I felt my ass open around the head of the bottle top. It felt like a painfully giant turd, but rigid and ungiving. The dull ache in my rectum turned to a burning and throbbing pain. I tried to kick him away, out of my mind with pain, but Skeeter joined in to hold me down while Jake began to fuck the bottle vigorously in and out of my ass enthusiastically.

When I was fifteen, my dad died, and my mom had to move to a new city for a job opportunity. I raised my shaking hand to my face and opened my mouth. I put the prick pouch into my mouth and started to suck. I ran my tongue up and down, deep in the crack, my nose sniffing up my own spit and the ass funk. I could feel Skeeter's lithe body tense under me as I buried my face in his ass and sucked on his shithole. They'll be lining up for ass sucks." In my delirious, feverish mind, I had nightmare visions of all the guys on the swim team lining up in the locker room and me having to go from guy to guy licking and sucking all their asses. Now, push down until the lip of the bottle goes through your ass lips." "My asshole is too small. " I didn't want them forcing it up me, so I pushed down squatting deeper onto the bottle. I lifted up my shirt so they could see the bruises on my stomach and back. And here are the bruises from when they kicked me and punched me." "Please, Karl…Kyle, take off the shirt so we can see properly." I removed my tee shirt. I didn't like the feeling of being naked from the waist up with those two men, but what could I do?

It was rough on me as I was comfortable in my old school. The old flavor returned as the stiff elastic soaked with piss and cum and God knows what softened, and the juices began to flow. My tongue ran across the puckered rosebud of tight, teen boy asshole. His leg kicked against me, and I felt his naked feet slap against me. Holy fuck, he sucks ass as good as Lisa Jory." Lisa Jory was this fifteen-year-old girl at our school who was known for her superb ass sucking skills. I sucked his ass for what felt like hours, but it was really more like fifteen minutes. Each time I slowed down my sucking efforts, Jake slapped me across the back of my head. It just won't go in…" I really felt like I was trying, but I guess I wasn't. "Okay, Kyle, now push down, so more of the bottle goes up your cunt." "I can't…it’s too dry…can’t you at least put something on it to lube it? I felt two or three inches of glass bottle go up into my ass. "There we go…you’re doing fine now Kyle…now keep going…push down on the bottle." Imagine the sick sight of me, bare-ass naked, squatting with a beer bottle up my ass to entertain three twisted teenage boys. I lay on my back with my legs up and spread a beer bottle sticking out of my asshole.

He was also known for his tight round ass — two really solid, muscular globes. Jake stretched out one leg and ran the toes of his foot down my bare calf. "Well, you know that you have become my best bud over these last few weeks." He nudged me with his toes. "We do hang out a lot." He laughed a rich, warm, masculine, teenage laugh. Christ, Kyle, I don't even have time to fuck much cunt anymore, I'm so busy hanging with you. Those guys can be pretty big assholes sometimes, and like I say they’re jealous of you, so I won't let you go through any real hazing or anything. Shit, I am too ashamed to even tell you what I had to do." I somehow grew terribly excited by this talk. I tried to imagine what Jake had to do in front of other guys. He stood with his hands on his hips with his legs spread slightly. Almost as thick as a Coke can, and his big balls hung behind it swinging slightly. Skeeter was about four lockers down from me with a bunch of Seniors. He's a thin guy, blond, and not what you would call very hunky at all. "So what do you say, are you ready for a little initiation? Yeah, you got seven inches here or close enough anyway. I had started to get a few chin hairs in the last few months. Shave your clitty hair off and your cunt hair." "You want me to…" I was stunned more than anything else. "But the guys will all see in gym class." "Yeah, they will." I made the weirdest sound just then. " I felt totally defeated, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Christ, no, I hated it, but they, Jake, and Skeeter, and Ted, and others seemed to enjoy doing all this sick sexual stuff to me.

You must have the dirtiest jock strap in the whole school." Ted added, "School? You guys are cool, and I want you to like me." "We do like you, my man," Skeeter said, rubbing the front of his pouch as if his dick, and balls itched. "But you can't just switch to our school one day, and take over the next. You won't mind taking my filthy jockstrap home, and giving it a good hand washing now will you? I didn't want to even touch the foul prick pouch, but if I had to do some washing for them to get accepted so be it. He held the jock strap up by two fingers and smelled. Christ it’s enough to knock you out." Now he stood up and held the jock strap out to me. I had enough trouble standing the stench of my own jock strap after a really sweaty gym class. " Ted leaned against the locker and curled his toes. He was so damned cool, so I raised the dick reeking jockstrap to my mouth and started to put the elastic waistband between my lips. "Guys, I don't know if I can do this." "Suck on it," Skeeter growled like he was telling a date to do his dick. He was the kind of guy who just took whatever he wanted in life."Rule Four: After gym, and after swimming, Kyle will collect all the dirty towels, swimsuits, jock straps, socks, whatever, and wash them for the team each night for the next month. He will iron all the jockstraps, and towels, and socks so they are neat and clean. On the way to school, Jake left me to myself, and I made a big decision. I would go to the school counselor, and if he wouldn't help me to the principal and even to the police. At school, Jake ignored me and got into something with a bunch of girls, who all giggled and gaggled over him like he was a prince or something. The whole world seemed so sexually sick to me at that point. Here I was shaved of my body hair knowing that in a few hours I would have to walk around that way in the locker room, and more than fifty boys would see me with no prick hair and laugh at me. Lawson's hands on my shoulders kneading and rubbing them. They rubbed my shoulders and then moved down to massage my chest…my pecs. Surely you can handle a bit of hazing." "It's not like you think. It….oh…god…I don't know if I can say this…It got sexual…very sexual." Mr. You can't go around accusing the finest boys in our school of perverse acts without some kind of proof. " I tried to twist around to look him in the eye, but he held me still. It pushed the front of his suit out in a huge lump that I even caught coach Martin staring at. His hair is hanging in his eyes still wet from the shower, and his wet body glistens in the bare locker room bulbs. My nipples were pretty big too, and I was always worried because I didn't want to get kidded by the guys about having girl tits. "So listen, dude, we got a little problem Nothing major, but something we got to work out." Jake smiled and ran one hand over his chest. I hoped the problem was nothing serious as I couldn't stand to lose another friend and be lonely again. " He shook his head, and some of the water from the shower flew from his hair into my face. All of us went through it, and the guys say it's not fair just because I am the captain of the team, and you’re my best friend that I let you off so lightly." I shrugged. "Naw, I wouldn't ever want you to go through something like that. You would do little chores for them, pick up after them, that kind of stuff. That way it would be like serving out an initiation How does that sound? That way we can still be best friends without me taking all kinds of shit from them." "Sure, Jake, no problem. I just want to get along with everyone, and I really want to stay your friend." He reached out and put one large hand on my naked shoulder, and for some reason, I felt really weak. And hey, in front of them, I may have to act a little tough and give you a few chores myself. In private, I'll even help you with stuff, but in front of the other guys, you know how it is. There he stood bare-ass naked in front of me, and his well-built, muscular body was not totally dry yet. He turned away and started to walk toward his locker. I got so much homework, I won't have time." "No problem, Jake." I leaned down and picked up his tiny Speedo. I held the warm suit in my hands and tried to ignore the fact that I had a fifteen-year-old boner. That's because Coach thinks we still have to exercise our bodies in other ways, and we should play other sports as well. "How else we going to prove it to Ted and the guys? I put soap into the sink filled with water and took his filthy cock strap in my hand. I shit and pissed, and then brushed my teeth before finally feeling halfway human. I returned to the bathroom and spent another thirty minutes shaving off my prick hair and my ball hair. THEY FORCED ME TO DO SICK SHIT TO GET THEM OFF AND TO ENTERTAIN THEM! At meets, we knew all the girls watched that bulge more than the swimming. That feeling probably has something to do with my dead father. "Yeah, I guess." I felt somehow shy admitting that to him. "So, I'll do the dumb initiation." "Yeah, but I don't want you to have to endure any rough stuff. He stepped out of his wet speedo and left it on the locker room floor. Anyway, it was after gym class, and I was at my locker stripped down to my jockstrap. When I came out of the bedroom, Jake was on my bed flipping through magazines. You better." Without speaking, I was too numb to speak, I walked back into the bathroom and studied my face in the mirror. "I thought I told you to shave." "I did." "No, Asswipe. I had trouble getting the hair from around my asshole. Halfway through, Jake came in to watch me and give advice. On the left side of your cunt lips, you got a little hair…get that will you? I didn't see anything about that in your record, but if that's why you left your old school, it's okay." "I AM NOT GAY! " I was blubbering now, tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt much better about being in the new city, and at the new school. Shit, when you were Jake's friend doors opened everywhere. I wanted so to rise, and pull it out, but my body just wouldn't obey me. I just lay there, my breathing labored, feeling guilty and abused, lonely and frightened, and all kinds of stuff. I haven't fucked the bitch yet, but I will." "Please, Jake, you can have any girl in school, leave my mom alone. The cute high school senior smiled his killer smile and rubbed the big lump in his jeans. " I crawled from the bed, hardly able to stand up with the bottle up my ass. Lawson's age and build — fattish — came into the office. Jake would even arrange dates with some of the hot girls at school, but when I tried to get to the fucking stage, they would pull back. I drifted off again, and the next time I woke my mom was seated at the side of my bed. Look at the wonderful personality he has." Yeah, right. I couldn't believe my mother was falling for the sadistic jock bastard. I couldn't do anything except lay there on my stomach and feel the goddamned beer bottle up my rectum. I was stiff and bruised all over from the beatings I had taken. "Bend over, and shit the bottle into the garbage bag.

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