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I tried to stay calm as I drove down the familiar streets. I kept telling myself that I didn’t even know if Scott would be there. And, anyway, except for a single email, we hadn’t so much as exchanged a text message in the last five years. I might be old news as far as he was concerned, simply a night of well-deserved revenge served up boiling hot, enjoyed at the time but now long forgotten. Still, I could feel the tension gripping me, churning my stomach and making my own good-sized cock throb in my pants. Jesus Christ, what was the matter with me? And even as I questioned myself, visions of that incredible night five years ago played in my brain, as they had so often in the ensuing five years.
I had really looked forward to the five-year reunion of the McKinley High School class of 2007. Why wouldn’t I? I’d been a big-time jock in high school, captain of the swim team, first baseman on the baseball team, a noted – if not notorious – cocksman who’d certainly banged my share of the girls at school. And senior year of high school was just about the best year of my life. I had a steady girlfriend, Cassie, who was more than willing to let me explore the insides of her tight pussy with my big 7-inch cock whenever I was in the mood and, let’s just say, I was ‘in the mood’ a lot senior year.
Not surprisingly, I suppose, while we tried to make it work, I’d lost touch with Cassie once we embarked in pursuing our college education at different schools, but I still had high hopes of scoring a little snatch, which is why, rather than stay at my parents’ house, I’d rented a room in the Marriott where we were holding the reunion. I figured it would be a small matter to convince a former girlfriend to come up to my room and get it on – for old-time’s sake.
When I arrived downstairs at the ballroom, a little after 7:00 p.m., a lot of my former classmates were already there. I ran into two of my old bros, Chris and Jon, right away. They hadn’t changed much, not surprising since it was only five years since I’d seen them, but I did think Chris was getting a mite flabby around the waist. Anyway, I went to get myself a drink and that was when I ran into Scott.
Now Scott Nelson wasn’t like any of my bros. He was smallish, quiet, painfully shy and, though I’m embarrassed to admit it, me and my bros had given him a rough time back in high school. I’m not trying to justify what we did, but we were still kids back then and kids can be pretty mean to those outside their own little clique. I’d never physically assaulted Scott, except maybe by intentionally bumping into him as we passed in a corridor between classes, but I’d certainly verbally ragged on him a lot. It was the usual stuff, calling him a wimp, a wuss, and even, at times, a homo. Making fun of the way he always changed in a corner before and after gym class, hiding himself away from the manly jocks like me. Generally playing the part of the bully, simply because I could and because I felt like my bros expected me to. I subsequently heard that Scott had come out as gay after high school, and I can’t say I was surprised.
Anyway, in the years since high school, I’d thought about how I had treated Scott and was actually somewhat embarrassed about it. It helped, I suppose, that in college I had expanded my sexual horizons, after Zach, a swimmer on my team, and I got high together and he ended up begging to suck my dick and I let him do just that. I’d enjoyed a few more blowjobs from other dudes after that, so by the time of the reunion I wasn’t the little homophobe I’d been back in high school.
Seeing Scott just standing there by himself, I felt really guilty about how I’d bullied him, so I forced myself to go up to him and apologize for the way I’d acted when we were in school together. And the thing was, Scott was really cool about it. He told me that it was all water under the bridge. In a way, it was strange. I can’t say I wasn’t relieved by Scott’s reaction to my apology but, somehow, his being so gracious in accepting it made me feel even worse about the way I had treated him.
Our conversation wasn’t that long, maybe five minutes, after which I excused myself and went and got my drink and then returned to hang with my bros. Cassie arrived a few minutes later, looking as hot as I remembered. Naturally, I gravitated towards her and was pleased to discover that not only was she unattached, she was open to the possibility of hooking-up later. Things were definitely looking up and my cock was stirring in my boxer-briefs.
It was good hanging with my old friends and, knowing I didn’t have to drive, I imbibed freely. By the time things began to wind down around 10:45 p.m., I was feeling no pain and getting pretty horny. Cassie, though, was still blabbing away with her girlfriends and I was getting impatient. I glanced around the room and saw Scott sitting alone at the table. ‘What the fuck,’ I thought, ‘a blowjob would be better than nothing,’ and seeing how Scott was gay, I figured I’d be making his night, me being a good-looking ex-jock, by letting him blow me. So I found myself heading over to Scott’s table. I figured it was a good sign that he seemed actually glad to see me.
We got ourselves a couple drinks – not that I needed any more – and we shot the breeze for a maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. When I looked around, I realized that everyone else was gone, including Cassie. It was just Scott and me. So, I took the bull by its horns and mentioned that I was super horny and asked Scott if he was up for a little mano-a-mano with me. He seemed surprised by the offer but nodded his head ‘yes,’ and we finished our drinks and then headed up to my room. In the elevator on the way up, I casually mentioned that I had protection, just in case he was worried about that. We got off the elevator on the third floor and walked down to my room. I opened the door and then ushered Scott inside.
What happened in that room is as clear in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. Hell, if I close my eyes, it’s almost as if it were happening right now and I’m experiencing the whole incredible night all over again in some weird ‘Groundhog Day’ loop.
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When we get into my room, the first thing I do is go over to the refrigerator and get myself another drink. I ask Scott if he wants one, but he declines. I take a few sips and then tell Scott to take off his clothes. Scott looks up at me and says he’s shy and, after making a point of saying, “I’ve always admired your body, Ryan,” he suggests that I go first.
That’s fine by me. I’ve always been proud of my body, and I’ve kept it in shape. So I decide to give Scott a little show. I do an exaggerated striptease for him, first losing my shirt, then kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks, and finally dropping my pants, flexing my muscles the whole time. And Scott seems to be definitely enjoying my performance, telling me how hot I look, how great my body looks as I slowly strip. And I can feel my cock getting hard. Not totally boned-up, but definitely lengthening and thickening.
When I get down to my boxer-briefs, I’m standing maybe five feet in front of him and that’s when I ask Scott to come over and kneel in front of me. And he does. I tell him to lower by briefs and suck my dick. He lowers my briefs and then…and then he just stares at my crotch. Actually, he doesn’t just stare at my crotch, he emits what I can only describe as a little scoff. He looks up at me and says, “I always thought it would be bigger.”
Hearing that is like I’ve been slapped across the face. No one, no one had ever said anything like that to me before. In fact, my cock is something I’ve always been especially proud of. I had 7-½ inches of hard cock when I was fully erect. I was sure I was the match for any man. To hear someone scoffing at my cock is almost incomprehensible. I just look down at Scott and ask incredulously, “What did you just say?”
Scott stands back up and steps back a few feet. He looks me straight in the eyes and says, “It’s a shame, really. You’ve still got that great body I remember. It’s a shame your cock doesn’t match the rest of you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I exclaim defensively, more than a little pissed.
Scott kind of shrugs and responds, “I assumed that guys like you would have something more like this…” He reaches down, undoes his fly, and hoists out his cock. Completely soft, it’s a good 6 to 6-½ inches and thick, too. Even though it’s soft, I know it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m just floored and the next thing I know I’m sitting on the bed, my mouth gaping open, just staring at Scott’s cock. And, even as I sit there, I can feel my own cock, which had totally deflated when Scott had scoffed at it, hardening back up.
Scott just stands there for a minute or two, slapping his cock against his hand, looking at me. And as he’s doing that, his dick is boning up, getting longer and thicker and I can’t take my eyes off it. It looks to be 9 inches. At the least, 9 inches.
Eventually, Scott breaks the silence. "The way I see it, we have two options. We can go along with your original plan of having me suck your dick...or we can actually do something really memorable and have you suck mine. What's it gonna be, Ryan? What’s it gonna be?"
Sitting there, staring, totally mesmerized, at Scott’s massive cock, I think that we both know what my answer has to be. I stand up and begin to walk over to Scott when he stops me. “On your knees, boy,” he orders, pointing down to the floor. “Crawl over here. Crawl over here like the bitch that you are.” Stunned, I stare at Scott for a moment, and then slowly drop to my knees and crawl over in front of him – like a bitch.
Even as I’m doing it, I can’t believe I’m doing it. I had always seen myself as a stud, as a dominant man, as an Alpha. And yet here I am, crawling on my hands and knees over to the class nerd like the most craven faggot. Why am I doing it? Why am I humiliating myself that way? And why is my cock so hard between my legs, harder than I could ever remember it being?
To this day, I still don’t have any real answer to those questions other than the obvious one. I did it because I wanted to. I did it because, deep down inside, I was…I was a faggot. I did it because Scott told me to do it – and faggots do what any Superior Man tells them to do. I didn’t realize at the time that I was a faggot, but somehow Scott had discerned the truth about me and now it was payback time for all the hell I had put him through in high school. And Scott was going to make sure I was paid-back in full.
So I crawl over to Scott on my hands and knees, super-jock Ryan Anders crawling like a bitch to kneel in front of the class nerd. And when I get in front of him, Scott reaches down, grabs a shock of my hair, and pulls me into a kneeling position. He slaps his hard cock against his hand right in front of me and then starts slapping my face with his big cock and rubbing it against my lips. I try turning away but he uses his grip on my hair to keep me facing forward. And he’s mocking me as he rubs his cock all over my face, telling me to ‘be a man,’ and ‘to obey your Superior.’
Suddenly, I hear him order me to open my eyes, and it’s only then that I realize that I’d been keeping my eyes tightly closed. I open my eyes and he forces my head up so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “Now open your mouth, boy,” he orders, rubbing his hard cock against my lips.
Slowly, I spread my lips a little. “Wider, boy,” he sneers. “You’ll have to open wider to get my cock in your mouth.” I know I could refuse. I know I could stand up and say, ‘Fuck this shit.’ But what I do is open my mouth as wide as I can and then feel him ease an inch of his cock between my lips. And looking at his eyes I can see the triumph in them as he turns one of his high school bullies, one of the jocks who’d made his life miserable, into his cocksucker. But it isn’t only triumph I see, I see contempt and disgust there, too, as he watches me kneeling in front of him with his dick in my mouth.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of humiliation and shame that washes over me in that moment, in that moment when I became a cocksucker, but I’m sure I was blushing a brilliant scarlet in my embarrassment, an embarrassment exacerbated by the fact that my own cock was a throbbing, rigid tube of iron as I got my first taste of Man-meat, my first taste of Scott’s massive fuck-stick.
Almost immediately, though, Scott slaps the top of my head. “Watch the teeth, boy,” he growls, withdrawing his cock. “Sorry, Scott,” I apologize. He looks down at me and says, “Sir. You address me as ‘Sir,’ bitch.” I can feel my face burning, but I’m too-far into things to try to object, so I force myself to say, “Sorry, sir.” I can see the glimmer of pleasure in Scott’s eyes as I say that and that makes my face burn even hotter.
Openly smirking, Scott sticks his cock in my mouth again and, seconds later, slaps my head even harder. “I said watch the goddamn teeth, bitch.”
“Sorry, sir,” I apologize again, but this time my response is garbled because Scott’s cock is still in my mouth. I’m trying my best, but Scott’s dick is so big that it’s almost impossible to keep my teeth out of the way, though I try to unhinge my jaws to accommodate it. I must have succeeded, at least a little, because the next thing I know Scott is feeding me more and more of his cock.
Scott’s cock feels huge inside my mouth, so thick and massive as it slowly pushes back along my tongue, forcing it down at the same time I can feel the pressure on the roof of my mouth forcing it higher and higher. But Scott keeps feeding it to me until he gets to the back of my mouth and triggers my gag reflex and I start coughing and choking.
“Is this the first cock you’ve ever sucked, boy?” he asks me, pulling back just a little.
I shake my head, as much as I can with his big meat stuffed in my mouth, ‘yes.’
While I’m totally inexperienced sucking dick, it’s obvious that Scott has had his big cock sucked many times and he realizes that there’s no way he’s going to get me to swallow all of that big tube he sports down my throat, not on my first time sucking cock. So he doesn’t press in any further. Instead, he starts face-fucking me, holding my head in place with his hands, making sure my eyes remain fixed on his face, while he plunges his cock in to the point where I gag and then pulls it back out, only to plunge right back in.
It’s so humiliating, kneeling there, as Scott face-fucks me. I’m coughing and sputtering every time he thrusts in and, every time he withdraws his cock, waves of my saliva and phlegm come cascading out of my mouth and dribble down my chin, onto my body, even on to my cock. And the whole time he’s face-fucking me, Scott’s giving me pointers on how to suck dick, Scott’s telling me how good I look with a big dick in my mouth, how great my lips feel as he runs his cock back and forth over them. And the whole time I’m seeing the glee and triumph in Scott’s face as he fucks my face, as he uses his old high school nemesis as a cock-sleeve for this throbbing boner.
Scott face-fucks me for a good five or ten minutes, though it seems like a lot longer. But eventually he pulls his cock out of my mouth and then, with his grip on my hair, forces me to stand up. And the next thing I know, he’s kissing me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth where his cock had been just seconds earlier, feeling me up as he does so, squeezing my pecs, fondling my cock and balls, fingering me like I’m some cheap slut he picked up in a darkened alley. And I let him do that to me even though it feels somehow even more emasculating than having him face-fuck me, particularly since my cock is hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum while he’s making out with me.
Scott soon breaks the kiss and then points to the bed. “Get up there, bitch. On your hands and knees.” And I know what that means. I know Scott is going to fuck me. Somehow, I am both terrified and excited by the prospect. But, regardless, I do what I’m told. I get up on the center of the bed on all fours. And the thing is, as terrified as I am at the prospect of getting ass-fucked by Scott’s incredible cock, I’m harder at that moment than I’ve ever been in my life.
Once I’m on the bed, Scott strips off his own clothes. And I see that he still has the same skinny, nondescript body he had in high school. But my eyes are still riveted on that incredible cock of his, on that monster tube of Man-flesh now pointing straight at me, straight at my virgin asshole.
Now as naked as I am, Scott walks up behind me and grabs my ankles pulling me back towards the side of the bed so that my ass and knees are right on the edge, and then he kneels down and starts kneading and slapping my buns. He isn’t slapping them that hard at first so I just take it, but that must not be the reaction he wants because he keeps increasing the force of the slaps until they are really hurting me, until I actually start yelping in pain. Having obtained the reaction he was looking for, Scott stops slapping my buttocks after that and turns his attentions to the true focal point of his interest in me – my puckered, pristine boy-hole.
I can feel him grabbing both of my ass-cheeks and spreading them far apart. He bends forward and suddenly I feel his tongue gliding up my crack, going from my taint to the very top of my ass cleft and I can’t help but shiver. No one, neither man nor woman, has ever touched me there before. And it feels so damn good. So fucking hot.
Scott raises his head and takes his thumb and begins rubbing it against my hole, circling it, pushing against it. And then he stops and looks up at me, “You ever been fucked before, bitch?”
“No, never,” I answer, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
He chuckles and then says, “Well, you’re in for a real treat tonight, bitch. A real treat.”
The next thing I know, he’s leaned forward, spread both my cheeks as far apart as he can get them, and smashed his face into my ass-crack. And immediately, I can feel his tongue licking around my hole, probing it, eventually forcing its way through my puckered rosette. He begins tongue-fucking me with a vengeance. He’s driving me fucking crazy, and I’m squealing and writhing around all over the bed as his tongue forces its way in where no one had ever been before.
It feels so good having Scott eat my ass out, so fucking good. But then he stops, gets off his knees, and walks away. I turn around and see he’s gone over to where my clothes were thrown on the floor and picks up my slacks. He goes through my pocket, finds my wallet, and pulls out the condom I had in there. He looks at it and then laughs. He turns to me and says, “Really, boy? A Magnum?” He opens the condom and then rolls it down his big boner.
He walks back over to me and I turn back around, trying to ready myself for what I know is coming. I hear him spit once and hear him rubbing it on the condom. I hear him spit again, and feel some of it land near my asshole, and then feel him using his thumb to rub it into my hole. And then I feel his massive cock pressing against the opening of my ass.
“Now this is gonna hurt, boy,” Scott tells me. “If you want to make it easier on yourself, you’ll push out when you feel me pushing in.” He grabs my side with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock as he leans forward. And my heart is racing so fast that I think I’m going to pass out, and my cock is so fucking hard it actually hurts. I feet the pressure on my asshole dramatically increase and I do what Scott told me to do – I push out. And, the next thing I know, the head of Scott’s monster cock bulls it way into my rectum.
My ass explodes with pain. I fucking see stars. I try to crawl away from him, but Scott holds me in place. I’m writhing around on the bed and squealing in pain. And I’m begging Scott, pleading with him, to take it out. “Oh, God, it hurts,” I tell him. “It hurts so bad. Please, Scott. Please. Take it out. Take it out.”
“Relax, bitch,” Scott responds. “Just relax. The pain will lessen if you just relax and don’t fight it.”
I try. I try to relax, but that seems pretty much impossible, the way the pain is just surging through my body. But, after maybe 30 seconds, the pain does start to ease up a little. But no sooner does that happen than Scott pushes more of his cock into me and the pain level rises even higher.
Scott, though, has apparently tired of being patient with me. “Man-up, bitch,” he snarls. “You’re supposed to be a fucking jock. You should be able to deal with a little pain.” He reaches down around my belly and grabs my cock and, while it’s not as hard as it was earlier, it’s still all boned-up. “For all your bitching, boy,” Scott says, squeezing hard on my erection, “your body’s telling me you want this. So just fucking take it.”
No sooner does he say this, than he shoves even more of his massive cock into me. And the pain is so great, so awesome that I can’t help myself. I start crying, crying like a little boy, as I frantically grab the sheets on the bed.
Me crying seems to really set Scott off. “What a fucking wuss,” he exclaims. “What a fucking pussy. Jesus, what the fuck were all those squats you always did for if not for this – to be able to take a big cock up your ass. Fuck, boy, you’re supposed to be a tough guy. Try acting like one and take your fucking like a man. Stop acting like a little baby.”
And I’m just lying there, my face smashed up against a pillow, my entire body just oozing sweat, crying my eyes out like a little baby, just like Scott said I was, as I feel him jamming more and more of his massive cock into me until, finally, I feel his balls hard against my ass-cheeks, his pubes scratching the cleft between my widely-spread buttocks. And I know I’ve got his whole cock inside of me. His whole incredible cock up my asshole. And, for the first time in my life, I truly feel like a bitch.
Now that he’s fully mounted inside of me, Scott pauses to let me try to get accustomed to the monster invader. And I hear him telling me how some dudes would kill to be where I am now, would kill to have his Alpha cock buried balls-deep in their asses. “You need to Man-up, bitch. You need to take your fucking like the stud you always pretended to be.”
A minute later, I feel him pull his cock half-way out of my ass and then plow right back in to the hilt. And even before I can squeal like a stucked-pig as the pain just cascades through my body, he’s doing it again. And again. Scott is fucking me now, fucking my jock-ass full-bore and the pain is just awesome. But what’s even worse than the pain is the humiliation I’m feeling. I’m getting fucked, fucked like a bitch, fucked like a bitch by the class nerd. And I’m just lying there, letting him fuck me, letting him ream the crap out of my ass. Me, Ryan Anders, big-time jock, is just lying there letting Scott Nelson, class nerd, fuck the shit out of my ass while I writhe around in absolute agony underneath him. And I’m not making any effort to stop him. I’m just lying there, letting him fuck me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m screaming up a storm as I’m getting fucked when suddenly I feel Scott grab me by my hair and force me up so that I’m kneeling on the bed. And then he uses his hand to force me to turn my head and the next thing I know he’s kissing me again. Kissing me hard, just like before. Raping my mouth while his cock is raping my asshole. Then he breaks the kiss and begins licking my face, licking up my sweat and my tears, before he goes back to kissing me. And then I’m kissing him back. Kissing him back while his cock is buried balls-deep up my brutalized asshole. Kissing him back even as the tears of pain continue to cascade down my face. And I feel like a total slut, a complete whore. And despite all the pain I’m still feeling, my cock is hard as a rock and sticking straight up from my groin.
Scott finally breaks the kiss. He reaches down, picks up his underwear, wads it up and shoves it into my mouth and then forces me back down on all fours with his dirty underwear muffling my screams and shouts as he really starts to go to town on my poor asshole.
And, having clearly established his physical dominance, he lets loose with a verbal barrage that showcases just how much contempt he has for me. And even today, five years later, his words still ring in my ears.
“You look real good, boy, down on your hands and knees, taking my big dick up your ass, taking my big dick up your pussy like the bitch you really are. And your hole, your hole feels so good around my cock, bitch. So fucking good. Too bad for you that I’m gonna ruin it, bitch. Gonna fucking destroy your bitch hole with my big cock. Just think, boy, all those hours you spent in the gym, working on your body, all those hours just prepared you for this – to take my big cock, to be my bitch. Cause that’s what you are now, boy, you’re my bitch.”
“God, I remember how you used to strut around in high school, the big, handsome, popular jock. And I remember how your used to make fun of me, to make my life miserable. And all the time you were doing that, I was watching you walk around in your tight jeans and seeing you in your speedo and dreaming about fucking you, fucking that beautiful ass of yours, turning your asshole into a pussy, turning you into my bitch. Fuck, boy, I used to steal your underwear and sniff them and dream about having my cock stuffed up your jock-hole while I fucked the crap out of you, fucked you hard enough to make you cry. And, God damn, that’s just what I’m doing to you right now, fucking your ass, turning it into a pussy, making you cry like a little boy.”
“God, I’d love to fuck you in front of your teammates, all those dudes who just followed you around like you were some sort of mini-god. Imagine what they’d think, what they’d say, if they could see you on all-fours, getting raped by the class outcast, and just taking it like the little bitch you really are. And imagine what your coach would say if he could see you now. Fuck, he thought you walked on fucking water. It’d fucking blow his mind if he saw you with my big cock coring out your fuck-hole like some back-alley whore. And your girlfriend – what was her name…Cassie, was that it? Imagine how embarrassed she’d feel if she saw me turning your asshole into my personal fuck-pussy, thinking about all the times she let you into hers, not believing that she could be such a fool not to realize what a total fag you really were.”
“I’ve dreamed about this day for years, bitch. And I’ve got to tell you, the reality of me fucking you is even better than I ever dreamed.”
I can’t describe how humiliated I felt listening to Scott saying all these things to me as he kept plowing his big cock in and out of my hole. I could actually visualize my teammates, and my coach, and Cassie – oh, god, Cassie – watching me as Scott totally bitched me out. And the most humiliating part of it all was that I was still rock hard as I thought about being bitched-out like that in front of my coach, in front of all my teammates, in front of my girlfriend.
Even as he is talking all that shit to me, Scott is moving my ass around and then, suddenly, he finds it, he finds my prostate and he starts rubbing and banging his monster fuck-stick into it and despite all the pain I’m still feeling my cock gets diamond-hard, so hard it hurts, so hard I think it’s literally going to rip the skin apart. And while the pain has scarcely diminished, the waves of exquisite pleasure that are now crashing through my body are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I’m more sexually aroused than I ever thought I could be. All I want is for that pleasure to continue, for Scott to keep fucking me, to keep fucking me forever.
I can hear myself moaning into Scott’s underwear, moaning like the sluttiest whore getting dicked. Scott must have figured out what was happening, because he reaches down and pulls his underwear out of my mouth, and my frenzied moans and squeals begin filling the room.
Scott is just eating it up. He’s not only fucking the hell out of his jock nemesis, he’s making me enjoy it. He’s turning me on while he’s bitching me out. He’s the Man in the room, and I am, oh so clearly, the bitch. And we both know that. But Scott wants more than just to turn me on. He wants to see me cum, too; see me cum while he’s coring-out my asshole, my pussy. He wants to make sure I suffer that ultimate humiliation. And that’s what he turns his mind to.
Scott asks me “How does it feel, boy. How does it feel to have my cock fucking your ass, fucking your fag pussy?”
When I don’t respond, he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”
Too embarrassed to verbally admit that I don’t, I merely shake my head ‘no.’
“I didn’t hear you, boy.”
“No,” I finally whisper.
“Louder, boy,” he goads.
“Don’t stop,” I finally shout out.
But even that’s not enough for my rapist. “I want to hear you ask me to fuck you, boy. I want to hear you ask me to fuck your ass with my big Man-cock.”
I don’t want to say that. I don’t want to degrade myself by actually asking to be fucked, so I just keep silent. And Scott stops fucking me in mid-thrust.
“I said, ask to be fucked, boy. Ask to be fucked or we’ll stop right now.”
As painful and humiliating as it’s been, I don’t want Scott to stop. I force myself to say, “Fuck me.”
“Say it again,” he responds, “only this time say it nicer.”
“Fuck me, please,” I say.
“Beg for it, boy. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me.”
“You call that begging. I want to hear you begging, really begging for me to fuck your ass.”
By this point, I’m so frantic for him to keep fucking me that I abandon any pretense to being the stud I’d always seen myself as, and say what Scott wants to hear. “Oh, please, sir. Please. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me with your big Man-cock. Oh, please, sir. Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass. I’m begging you.”
Having demonstrated his total dominance over me, Scott chuckles and goes back to reaming-out my ass. And he reaches down and starts stroking my throbbing boner. And I’m moaning and squealing like a slut getting her pussy totally plowed out, squeezing my asshole around Scott’s monster dick, humping my ass back to get even more of his amazing cock into my fuck-chute. And my whole body starts tensing up and Scott leans forward and asks me if I’m about to shoot and I say, “Oh, God, yes.”
Scott starts jerking me faster and fucking me harder and then…and then I’m there and my cock just fucking explodes with cum. And I’m bucking and squealing and moaning and shooting strand after strand of my ball-juice and Scott keeps fucking me all the way through my entire, mind-blowing orgasm. And then, when my balls are finally drained of what is still, to this day, the biggest cum-effusion of my life, Scott scoops up a handful of my ball-slime and brings it to my mouth. “Lick it up, boy,” he orders. “Lick up your ball-slime, you horny little bitch.” And I do.
And Scott is still fucking me, still jamming his huge cock in and out of my boyhole, but I can tell he’s getting close. Suddenly, he yanks his cock out of my ass, and my ass feels loose and empty without that monster appendage buried up it, so empty. “Get on your knees,” he orders.
As I scramble off the bed to comply, he rips off the condom. Then, he turns towards me and thrusts a few times in my open mouth, then pulls out, grabs my head and holds it steady as he gives his cock a few more strokes. And I’m looking straight at his cock when it erupts like a fucking volcano, shooting hot streams of cum all over my face, all over my face like frosting on a cake. And his load is massive, just like his cock. Finally, Scott teases the last stringy strand out of his dick and then he collapses back onto the bed as I just crumple down where I am, kneeling on the floor.
We’re both totally exhausted. Not surprising, I suppose, seeing how he’d been fucking me for close to an hour. Eventually, though, I get to my feet and head towards the bathroom. Scott looks at me and asks what I’m doing.
“I’m going to clean myself up,” I explain.
Scott laughs at me. “No, you’re not,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “You’re gonna leave this room looking exactly like you do right now.”
“What do you mean?” I respond. “This is my room.”
“Not anymore,” Scott chuckles. He gets up, goes over to his pants and pulls out his room card. “Here,” he says as he hands it to me, “you’ll be staying in my room tonight. I like your room better.”
I look at him, scarcely believing what I’m hearing, but I take his card and start to get dressed, with his cum still wet on my face. But when I go to put my boxer-briefs on, he stops me and tells me to give them to him – I’ll be leaving his room commando. I do what I’m told and hand him my briefs. I finish getting dressed and then walk out of the room, my face still covered with his spent spunk, but just before I go, he tells me he wants me to leave his cum on my face until morning.
Fortunately, it’s late enough now that nobody is around, and I get to Scott’s room without running into anyone. When I get inside, I plop down on the bed, not even bothering to take my clothes off. And I just lay there the whole night, not sleeping a wink, my mind reeling as I try to process everything that just happened to me, replaying over and over again how Scott fucked me, how Scott totally bitched me out. And the next thing I know, I’m stripping off my clothes and jacking my dick as hard as I can, thinking about the way Scott used me, about the way Scott fucked me. I end up shooting a massive load all over my body. And later, when I recover, I can’t keep from scooping up my jizz and feeding it to myself, the way Scott fed me my own ball-juice while he was still fucking me. And before I know it, I’m jacking myself off again. I keep jacking myself off until morning. Then, around 7:00 a.m., I get up, put my clothes back on and head back to my old room.
When I get there, I find the door propped open with the security bolt. While Scott is gone, all my things are still there. Well, all my things except my underwear. As I eventually discover, Scott had taken all of my underwear when he left. But he did leave me a note. He told me what a good time he’d had with me, that he’d never had a more enjoyable time fucking any other ‘bitch.’ And he said he knew that I had enjoyed it almost as much as he had, and that especially pleased him. He also told me I should stay in the room for two hours. I stood there, staring at the note for a long time. Finally, I just sighed, folded the note up and put it in my wallet, and went to wash Scott’s dried cum off my face.
After I’d cleaned up, I went back to Scott’s room, but he was gone and the room card no longer worked the door. So I returned to my room, packed my bags, and checked out. But I quickly found that while I could easily leave the hotel behind me, memories of that night were not so easily escaped.
A month after our five-year reunion, I got an e-mail from Scott, reiterating how much he’d enjoyed seeing me, how much he’d enjoyed fucking me. And telling me how much he was looking forward to the ten-year class reunion, when he was planning on fucking me again. I spent that whole night jerking off, just re-reading that email over and over again. And I eagerly awaited a second email. But none ever came. That single email was the only message I’ve had from Scott in the last five years and, for all I know, he may have totally forgotten me and any plans he’d had to hook up with me again.
From the perspective of today, it’s clear that my night with Scott Nelson was probably the main inflection point of my life. There was the self-confident, slightly arrogant stud I was before that night and the hesitant, doubt-filled, incipient submissive I became after my session with Scott. The transformation may not have been apparent to an outside observer for some time, but it was immediately apparent to me.
Oh, I still dated women – and fucked them, too. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Scott was always in the room with me when I did, laughing at me, laughing at my feeble attempts to be the Man, to be the dominant male, the role he had so easily assumed during our encounter. It was almost if I was playing a part, a part for which I knew I was mis-cast. I felt like a fraud. And even when the woman I was with seemed pleased by my efforts, I was sure that a Man like Scott could easily show any woman a better time than I could; that I was innately inferior to Men like him.
Of course, my sexual encounters were not limited to those with women. I sought out Men, too. But no longer did I seek them out as a second thought, as a convenient way to have my cock serviced by a willing mouth. No, now I was the one on my knees. I was the one on all-fours or on my back, spreading my legs apart, servicing their cocks. And I found men, many men, who were more than happy to fuck me, to use me, to dominate me the way I felt I needed to be. The way I felt I deserved to be. But none of them, none of them, could come close to dominating me and exciting me and fulfilling me the way Scott had on that fateful night exactly five years ago.
Scott had shown me an essential truth about myself, not as a way of guiding me onto a path I needed to take but as a way of punishing me for the way I’d treated him in high school. He had shown me this truth and then left me to deal with it on my own. Alone. My self-image as a stud forever shattered but with no clear picture of what could take its place. I hated him for what he had done to me and how he had left me alone to pick up the shattered pieces and make something new of them.
Yet, at the same time, I could think of nothing I wanted more than for Scott to do it to me again, to use me, to fuck me, to leave me groveling in front of him as he cored me out with his magnificent cock, to give me one more taste of that exquisite sexual high I’d experienced five years ago.
I was a mess of contradictory feelings as I drove towards our tenth-year reunion. I wasn’t even sure if I really wanted Scott to be there. And I certainly didn’t know if he would be. But I knew that, in just a few hours, I’d find out. And my cock was hard as iron and throbbing in my pants.
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I tried to stay calm as I drove down the familiar streets. I kept telling myself that I didn’t even know if Scott would be there. And, anyway, except for a single email, we hadn’t so much as exchanged a text message in the last five years. I might be old news as far as he was concerned, simply a night of well-deserved revenge served up boiling hot, enjoyed at the time but now long forgotten. Still, I could feel the tension gripping me, churning my stomach and making my own good-sized cock throb in my pants. Jesus Christ, what was the matter with me? And even as I questioned myself, visions of that incredible night five years ago played in my brain, as they had so often in the ensuing five years.
I had really looked forward to the five-year reunion of the McKinley High School class of 2007. Why wouldn’t I? I’d been a big-time jock in high school, captain of the swim team, first baseman on the baseball team, a noted – if not notorious – cocksman who’d certainly banged my share of the girls at school. And senior year of high school was just about the best year of my life. I had a steady girlfriend, Cassie, who was more than willing to let me explore the insides of her tight pussy with my big 7-inch cock whenever I was in the mood and, let’s just say, I was ‘in the mood’ a lot senior year.
Not surprisingly, I suppose, while we tried to make it work, I’d lost touch with Cassie once we embarked in pursuing our college education at different schools, but I still had high hopes of scoring a little snatch, which is why, rather than stay at my parents’ house, I’d rented a room in the Marriott where we were holding the reunion. I figured it would be a small matter to convince a former girlfriend to come up to my room and get it on – for old-time’s sake.
When I arrived downstairs at the ballroom, a little after 7:00 p.m., a lot of my former classmates were already there. I ran into two of my old bros, Chris and Jon, right away. They hadn’t changed much, not surprising since it was only five years since I’d seen them, but I did think Chris was getting a mite flabby around the waist. Anyway, I went to get myself a drink and that was when I ran into Scott.
Now Scott Nelson wasn’t like any of my bros. He was smallish, quiet, painfully shy and, though I’m embarrassed to admit it, me and my bros had given him a rough time back in high school. I’m not trying to justify what we did, but we were still kids back then and kids can be pretty mean to those outside their own little clique. I’d never physically assaulted Scott, except maybe by intentionally bumping into him as we passed in a corridor between classes, but I’d certainly verbally ragged on him a lot. It was the usual stuff, calling him a wimp, a wuss, and even, at times, a homo. Making fun of the way he always changed in a corner before and after gym class, hiding himself away from the manly jocks like me. Generally playing the part of the bully, simply because I could and because I felt like my bros expected me to. I subsequently heard that Scott had come out as gay after high school, and I can’t say I was surprised.
Anyway, in the years since high school, I’d thought about how I had treated Scott and was actually somewhat embarrassed about it. It helped, I suppose, that in college I had expanded my sexual horizons, after Zach, a swimmer on my team, and I got high together and he ended up begging to suck my dick and I let him do just that. I’d enjoyed a few more blowjobs from other dudes after that, so by the time of the reunion I wasn’t the little homophobe I’d been back in high school.
Seeing Scott just standing there by himself, I felt really guilty about how I’d bullied him, so I forced myself to go up to him and apologize for the way I’d acted when we were in school together. And the thing was, Scott was really cool about it. He told me that it was all water under the bridge. In a way, it was strange. I can’t say I wasn’t relieved by Scott’s reaction to my apology but, somehow, his being so gracious in accepting it made me feel even worse about the way I had treated him.
Our conversation wasn’t that long, maybe five minutes, after which I excused myself and went and got my drink and then returned to hang with my bros. Cassie arrived a few minutes later, looking as hot as I remembered. Naturally, I gravitated towards her and was pleased to discover that not only was she unattached, she was open to the possibility of hooking-up later. Things were definitely looking up and my cock was stirring in my boxer-briefs.
It was good hanging with my old friends and, knowing I didn’t have to drive, I imbibed freely. By the time things began to wind down around 10:45 p.m., I was feeling no pain and getting pretty horny. Cassie, though, was still blabbing away with her girlfriends and I was getting impatient. I glanced around the room and saw Scott sitting alone at the table. ‘What the fuck,’ I thought, ‘a blowjob would be better than nothing,’ and seeing how Scott was gay, I figured I’d be making his night, me being a good-looking ex-jock, by letting him blow me. So I found myself heading over to Scott’s table. I figured it was a good sign that he seemed actually glad to see me.
We got ourselves a couple drinks – not that I needed any more – and we shot the breeze for a maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. When I looked around, I realized that everyone else was gone, including Cassie. It was just Scott and me. So, I took the bull by its horns and mentioned that I was super horny and asked Scott if he was up for a little mano-a-mano with me. He seemed surprised by the offer but nodded his head ‘yes,’ and we finished our drinks and then headed up to my room. In the elevator on the way up, I casually mentioned that I had protection, just in case he was worried about that. We got off the elevator on the third floor and walked down to my room. I opened the door and then ushered Scott inside.
What happened in that room is as clear in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. Hell, if I close my eyes, it’s almost as if it were happening right now and I’m experiencing the whole incredible night all over again in some weird ‘Groundhog Day’ loop.
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When we get into my room, the first thing I do is go over to the refrigerator and get myself another drink. I ask Scott if he wants one, but he declines. I take a few sips and then tell Scott to take off his clothes. Scott looks up at me and says he’s shy and, after making a point of saying, “I’ve always admired your body, Ryan,” he suggests that I go first.
That’s fine by me. I’ve always been proud of my body, and I’ve kept it in shape. So I decide to give Scott a little show. I do an exaggerated striptease for him, first losing my shirt, then kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks, and finally dropping my pants, flexing my muscles the whole time. And Scott seems to be definitely enjoying my performance, telling me how hot I look, how great my body looks as I slowly strip. And I can feel my cock getting hard. Not totally boned-up, but definitely lengthening and thickening.
When I get down to my boxer-briefs, I’m standing maybe five feet in front of him and that’s when I ask Scott to come over and kneel in front of me. And he does. I tell him to lower by briefs and suck my dick. He lowers my briefs and then…and then he just stares at my crotch. Actually, he doesn’t just stare at my crotch, he emits what I can only describe as a little scoff. He looks up at me and says, “I always thought it would be bigger.”
Hearing that is like I’ve been slapped across the face. No one, no one had ever said anything like that to me before. In fact, my cock is something I’ve always been especially proud of. I had 7-½ inches of hard cock when I was fully erect. I was sure I was the match for any man. To hear someone scoffing at my cock is almost incomprehensible. I just look down at Scott and ask incredulously, “What did you just say?”
Scott stands back up and steps back a few feet. He looks me straight in the eyes and says, “It’s a shame, really. You’ve still got that great body I remember. It’s a shame your cock doesn’t match the rest of you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I exclaim defensively, more than a little pissed.
Scott kind of shrugs and responds, “I assumed that guys like you would have something more like this…” He reaches down, undoes his fly, and hoists out his cock. Completely soft, it’s a good 6 to 6-½ inches and thick, too. Even though it’s soft, I know it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m just floored and the next thing I know I’m sitting on the bed, my mouth gaping open, just staring at Scott’s cock. And, even as I sit there, I can feel my own cock, which had totally deflated when Scott had scoffed at it, hardening back up.
Scott just stands there for a minute or two, slapping his cock against his hand, looking at me. And as he’s doing that, his dick is boning up, getting longer and thicker and I can’t take my eyes off it. It looks to be 9 inches. At the least, 9 inches.
Eventually, Scott breaks the silence. "The way I see it, we have two options. We can go along with your original plan of having me suck your dick...or we can actually do something really memorable and have you suck mine. What's it gonna be, Ryan? What’s it gonna be?"
Sitting there, staring, totally mesmerized, at Scott’s massive cock, I think that we both know what my answer has to be. I stand up and begin to walk over to Scott when he stops me. “On your knees, boy,” he orders, pointing down to the floor. “Crawl over here. Crawl over here like the bitch that you are.” Stunned, I stare at Scott for a moment, and then slowly drop to my knees and crawl over in front of him – like a bitch.
Even as I’m doing it, I can’t believe I’m doing it. I had always seen myself as a stud, as a dominant man, as an Alpha. And yet here I am, crawling on my hands and knees over to the class nerd like the most craven faggot. Why am I doing it? Why am I humiliating myself that way? And why is my cock so hard between my legs, harder than I could ever remember it being?
To this day, I still don’t have any real answer to those questions other than the obvious one. I did it because I wanted to. I did it because, deep down inside, I was…I was a faggot. I did it because Scott told me to do it – and faggots do what any Superior Man tells them to do. I didn’t realize at the time that I was a faggot, but somehow Scott had discerned the truth about me and now it was payback time for all the hell I had put him through in high school. And Scott was going to make sure I was paid-back in full.
So I crawl over to Scott on my hands and knees, super-jock Ryan Anders crawling like a bitch to kneel in front of the class nerd. And when I get in front of him, Scott reaches down, grabs a shock of my hair, and pulls me into a kneeling position. He slaps his hard cock against his hand right in front of me and then starts slapping my face with his big cock and rubbing it against my lips. I try turning away but he uses his grip on my hair to keep me facing forward. And he’s mocking me as he rubs his cock all over my face, telling me to ‘be a man,’ and ‘to obey your Superior.’
Suddenly, I hear him order me to open my eyes, and it’s only then that I realize that I’d been keeping my eyes tightly closed. I open my eyes and he forces my head up so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “Now open your mouth, boy,” he orders, rubbing his hard cock against my lips.
Slowly, I spread my lips a little. “Wider, boy,” he sneers. “You’ll have to open wider to get my cock in your mouth.” I know I could refuse. I know I could stand up and say, ‘Fuck this shit.’ But what I do is open my mouth as wide as I can and then feel him ease an inch of his cock between my lips. And looking at his eyes I can see the triumph in them as he turns one of his high school bullies, one of the jocks who’d made his life miserable, into his cocksucker. But it isn’t only triumph I see, I see contempt and disgust there, too, as he watches me kneeling in front of him with his dick in my mouth.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of humiliation and shame that washes over me in that moment, in that moment when I became a cocksucker, but I’m sure I was blushing a brilliant scarlet in my embarrassment, an embarrassment exacerbated by the fact that my own cock was a throbbing, rigid tube of iron as I got my first taste of Man-meat, my first taste of Scott’s massive fuck-stick.
Almost immediately, though, Scott slaps the top of my head. “Watch the teeth, boy,” he growls, withdrawing his cock. “Sorry, Scott,” I apologize. He looks down at me and says, “Sir. You address me as ‘Sir,’ bitch.” I can feel my face burning, but I’m too-far into things to try to object, so I force myself to say, “Sorry, sir.” I can see the glimmer of pleasure in Scott’s eyes as I say that and that makes my face burn even hotter.
Openly smirking, Scott sticks his cock in my mouth again and, seconds later, slaps my head even harder. “I said watch the goddamn teeth, bitch.”
“Sorry, sir,” I apologize again, but this time my response is garbled because Scott’s cock is still in my mouth. I’m trying my best, but Scott’s dick is so big that it’s almost impossible to keep my teeth out of the way, though I try to unhinge my jaws to accommodate it. I must have succeeded, at least a little, because the next thing I know Scott is feeding me more and more of his cock.
Scott’s cock feels huge inside my mouth, so thick and massive as it slowly pushes back along my tongue, forcing it down at the same time I can feel the pressure on the roof of my mouth forcing it higher and higher. But Scott keeps feeding it to me until he gets to the back of my mouth and triggers my gag reflex and I start coughing and choking.
“Is this the first cock you’ve ever sucked, boy?” he asks me, pulling back just a little.
I shake my head, as much as I can with his big meat stuffed in my mouth, ‘yes.’
While I’m totally inexperienced sucking dick, it’s obvious that Scott has had his big cock sucked many times and he realizes that there’s no way he’s going to get me to swallow all of that big tube he sports down my throat, not on my first time sucking cock. So he doesn’t press in any further. Instead, he starts face-fucking me, holding my head in place with his hands, making sure my eyes remain fixed on his face, while he plunges his cock in to the point where I gag and then pulls it back out, only to plunge right back in.
It’s so humiliating, kneeling there, as Scott face-fucks me. I’m coughing and sputtering every time he thrusts in and, every time he withdraws his cock, waves of my saliva and phlegm come cascading out of my mouth and dribble down my chin, onto my body, even on to my cock. And the whole time he’s face-fucking me, Scott’s giving me pointers on how to suck dick, Scott’s telling me how good I look with a big dick in my mouth, how great my lips feel as he runs his cock back and forth over them. And the whole time I’m seeing the glee and triumph in Scott’s face as he fucks my face, as he uses his old high school nemesis as a cock-sleeve for this throbbing boner.
Scott face-fucks me for a good five or ten minutes, though it seems like a lot longer. But eventually he pulls his cock out of my mouth and then, with his grip on my hair, forces me to stand up. And the next thing I know, he’s kissing me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth where his cock had been just seconds earlier, feeling me up as he does so, squeezing my pecs, fondling my cock and balls, fingering me like I’m some cheap slut he picked up in a darkened alley. And I let him do that to me even though it feels somehow even more emasculating than having him face-fuck me, particularly since my cock is hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum while he’s making out with me.
Scott soon breaks the kiss and then points to the bed. “Get up there, bitch. On your hands and knees.” And I know what that means. I know Scott is going to fuck me. Somehow, I am both terrified and excited by the prospect. But, regardless, I do what I’m told. I get up on the center of the bed on all fours. And the thing is, as terrified as I am at the prospect of getting ass-fucked by Scott’s incredible cock, I’m harder at that moment than I’ve ever been in my life.
Once I’m on the bed, Scott strips off his own clothes. And I see that he still has the same skinny, nondescript body he had in high school. But my eyes are still riveted on that incredible cock of his, on that monster tube of Man-flesh now pointing straight at me, straight at my virgin asshole.
Now as naked as I am, Scott walks up behind me and grabs my ankles pulling me back towards the side of the bed so that my ass and knees are right on the edge, and then he kneels down and starts kneading and slapping my buns. He isn’t slapping them that hard at first so I just take it, but that must not be the reaction he wants because he keeps increasing the force of the slaps until they are really hurting me, until I actually start yelping in pain. Having obtained the reaction he was looking for, Scott stops slapping my buttocks after that and turns his attentions to the true focal point of his interest in me – my puckered, pristine boy-hole.
I can feel him grabbing both of my ass-cheeks and spreading them far apart. He bends forward and suddenly I feel his tongue gliding up my crack, going from my taint to the very top of my ass cleft and I can’t help but shiver. No one, neither man nor woman, has ever touched me there before. And it feels so damn good. So fucking hot.
Scott raises his head and takes his thumb and begins rubbing it against my hole, circling it, pushing against it. And then he stops and looks up at me, “You ever been fucked before, bitch?”
“No, never,” I answer, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
He chuckles and then says, “Well, you’re in for a real treat tonight, bitch. A real treat.”
The next thing I know, he’s leaned forward, spread both my cheeks as far apart as he can get them, and smashed his face into my ass-crack. And immediately, I can feel his tongue licking around my hole, probing it, eventually forcing its way through my puckered rosette. He begins tongue-fucking me with a vengeance. He’s driving me fucking crazy, and I’m squealing and writhing around all over the bed as his tongue forces its way in where no one had ever been before.
It feels so good having Scott eat my ass out, so fucking good. But then he stops, gets off his knees, and walks away. I turn around and see he’s gone over to where my clothes were thrown on the floor and picks up my slacks. He goes through my pocket, finds my wallet, and pulls out the condom I had in there. He looks at it and then laughs. He turns to me and says, “Really, boy? A Magnum?” He opens the condom and then rolls it down his big boner.
He walks back over to me and I turn back around, trying to ready myself for what I know is coming. I hear him spit once and hear him rubbing it on the condom. I hear him spit again, and feel some of it land near my asshole, and then feel him using his thumb to rub it into my hole. And then I feel his massive cock pressing against the opening of my ass.
“Now this is gonna hurt, boy,” Scott tells me. “If you want to make it easier on yourself, you’ll push out when you feel me pushing in.” He grabs my side with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock as he leans forward. And my heart is racing so fast that I think I’m going to pass out, and my cock is so fucking hard it actually hurts. I feet the pressure on my asshole dramatically increase and I do what Scott told me to do – I push out. And, the next thing I know, the head of Scott’s monster cock bulls it way into my rectum.
My ass explodes with pain. I fucking see stars. I try to crawl away from him, but Scott holds me in place. I’m writhing around on the bed and squealing in pain. And I’m begging Scott, pleading with him, to take it out. “Oh, God, it hurts,” I tell him. “It hurts so bad. Please, Scott. Please. Take it out. Take it out.”
“Relax, bitch,” Scott responds. “Just relax. The pain will lessen if you just relax and don’t fight it.”
I try. I try to relax, but that seems pretty much impossible, the way the pain is just surging through my body. But, after maybe 30 seconds, the pain does start to ease up a little. But no sooner does that happen than Scott pushes more of his cock into me and the pain level rises even higher.
“Oh, God,” I scream. “You’re killing me, man. You’re killing me.”
Scott, though, has apparently tired of being patient with me. “Man-up, bitch,” he snarls. “You’re supposed to be a fucking jock. You should be able to deal with a little pain.” He reaches down around my belly and grabs my cock and, while it’s not as hard as it was earlier, it’s still all boned-up. “For all your bitching, boy,” Scott says, squeezing hard on my erection, “your body’s telling me you want this. So just fucking take it.”
No sooner does he say this, than he shoves even more of his massive cock into me. And the pain is so great, so awesome that I can’t help myself. I start crying, crying like a little boy, as I frantically grab the sheets on the bed.
Me crying seems to really set Scott off. “What a fucking wuss,” he exclaims. “What a fucking pussy. Jesus, what the fuck were all those squats you always did for if not for this – to be able to take a big cock up your ass. Fuck, boy, you’re supposed to be a tough guy. Try acting like one and take your fucking like a man. Stop acting like a little baby.”
And I’m just lying there, my face smashed up against a pillow, my entire body just oozing sweat, crying my eyes out like a little baby, just like Scott said I was, as I feel him jamming more and more of his massive cock into me until, finally, I feel his balls hard against my ass-cheeks, his pubes scratching the cleft between my widely-spread buttocks. And I know I’ve got his whole cock inside of me. His whole incredible cock up my asshole. And, for the first time in my life, I truly feel like a bitch.
Now that he’s fully mounted inside of me, Scott pauses to let me try to get accustomed to the monster invader. And I hear him telling me how some dudes would kill to be where I am now, would kill to have his Alpha cock buried balls-deep in their asses. “You need to Man-up, bitch. You need to take your fucking like the stud you always pretended to be.”
A minute later, I feel him pull his cock half-way out of my ass and then plow right back in to the hilt. And even before I can squeal like a stucked-pig as the pain just cascades through my body, he’s doing it again. And again. Scott is fucking me now, fucking my jock-ass full-bore and the pain is just awesome. But what’s even worse than the pain is the humiliation I’m feeling. I’m getting fucked, fucked like a bitch, fucked like a bitch by the class nerd. And I’m just lying there, letting him fuck me, letting him ream the crap out of my ass. Me, Ryan Anders, big-time jock, is just lying there letting Scott Nelson, class nerd, fuck the shit out of my ass while I writhe around in absolute agony underneath him. And I’m not making any effort to stop him. I’m just lying there, letting him fuck me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m screaming up a storm as I’m getting fucked when suddenly I feel Scott grab me by my hair and force me up so that I’m kneeling on the bed. And then he uses his hand to force me to turn my head and the next thing I know he’s kissing me again. Kissing me hard, just like before. Raping my mouth while his cock is raping my asshole. Then he breaks the kiss and begins licking my face, licking up my sweat and my tears, before he goes back to kissing me. And then I’m kissing him back. Kissing him back while his cock is buried balls-deep up my brutalized asshole. Kissing him back even as the tears of pain continue to cascade down my face. And I feel like a total slut, a complete whore. And despite all the pain I’m still feeling, my cock is hard as a rock and sticking straight up from my groin.
Scott finally breaks the kiss. He reaches down, picks up his underwear, wads it up and shoves it into my mouth and then forces me back down on all fours with his dirty underwear muffling my screams and shouts as he really starts to go to town on my poor asshole.
And, having clearly established his physical dominance, he lets loose with a verbal barrage that showcases just how much contempt he has for me. And even today, five years later, his words still ring in my ears.
“You look real good, boy, down on your hands and knees, taking my big dick up your ass, taking my big dick up your pussy like the bitch you really are. And your hole, your hole feels so good around my cock, bitch. So fucking good. Too bad for you that I’m gonna ruin it, bitch. Gonna fucking destroy your bitch hole with my big cock. Just think, boy, all those hours you spent in the gym, working on your body, all those hours just prepared you for this – to take my big cock, to be my bitch. Cause that’s what you are now, boy, you’re my bitch.”
“God, I remember how you used to strut around in high school, the big, handsome, popular jock. And I remember how your used to make fun of me, to make my life miserable. And all the time you were doing that, I was watching you walk around in your tight jeans and seeing you in your speedo and dreaming about fucking you, fucking that beautiful ass of yours, turning your asshole into a pussy, turning you into my bitch. Fuck, boy, I used to steal your underwear and sniff them and dream about having my cock stuffed up your jock-hole while I fucked the crap out of you, fucked you hard enough to make you cry. And, God damn, that’s just what I’m doing to you right now, fucking your ass, turning it into a pussy, making you cry like a little boy.”
“God, I’d love to fuck you in front of your teammates, all those dudes who just followed you around like you were some sort of mini-god. Imagine what they’d think, what they’d say, if they could see you on all-fours, getting raped by the class outcast, and just taking it like the little bitch you really are. And imagine what your coach would say if he could see you now. Fuck, he thought you walked on fucking water. It’d fucking blow his mind if he saw you with my big cock coring out your fuck-hole like some back-alley whore. And your girlfriend – what was her name…Cassie, was that it? Imagine how embarrassed she’d feel if she saw me turning your asshole into my personal fuck-pussy, thinking about all the times she let you into hers, not believing that she could be such a fool not to realize what a total fag you really were.”
“I’ve dreamed about this day for years, bitch. And I’ve got to tell you, the reality of me fucking you is even better than I ever dreamed.”
I can’t describe how humiliated I felt listening to Scott saying all these things to me as he kept plowing his big cock in and out of my hole. I could actually visualize my teammates, and my coach, and Cassie – oh, god, Cassie – watching me as Scott totally bitched me out. And the most humiliating part of it all was that I was still rock hard as I thought about being bitched-out like that in front of my coach, in front of all my teammates, in front of my girlfriend.
Even as he is talking all that shit to me, Scott is moving my ass around and then, suddenly, he finds it, he finds my prostate and he starts rubbing and banging his monster fuck-stick into it and despite all the pain I’m still feeling my cock gets diamond-hard, so hard it hurts, so hard I think it’s literally going to rip the skin apart. And while the pain has scarcely diminished, the waves of exquisite pleasure that are now crashing through my body are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I’m more sexually aroused than I ever thought I could be. All I want is for that pleasure to continue, for Scott to keep fucking me, to keep fucking me forever.
I can hear myself moaning into Scott’s underwear, moaning like the sluttiest whore getting dicked. Scott must have figured out what was happening, because he reaches down and pulls his underwear out of my mouth, and my frenzied moans and squeals begin filling the room.
Scott is just eating it up. He’s not only fucking the hell out of his jock nemesis, he’s making me enjoy it. He’s turning me on while he’s bitching me out. He’s the Man in the room, and I am, oh so clearly, the bitch. And we both know that. But Scott wants more than just to turn me on. He wants to see me cum, too; see me cum while he’s coring-out my asshole, my pussy. He wants to make sure I suffer that ultimate humiliation. And that’s what he turns his mind to.
Scott asks me “How does it feel, boy. How does it feel to have my cock fucking your ass, fucking your fag pussy?”
When I don’t respond, he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”
Too embarrassed to verbally admit that I don’t, I merely shake my head ‘no.’
“I didn’t hear you, boy.”
“No,” I finally whisper.
“Louder, boy,” he goads.
“Don’t stop,” I finally shout out.
But even that’s not enough for my rapist. “I want to hear you ask me to fuck you, boy. I want to hear you ask me to fuck your ass with my big Man-cock.”
I don’t want to say that. I don’t want to degrade myself by actually asking to be fucked, so I just keep silent. And Scott stops fucking me in mid-thrust.
“I said, ask to be fucked, boy. Ask to be fucked or we’ll stop right now.”
As painful and humiliating as it’s been, I don’t want Scott to stop. I force myself to say, “Fuck me.”
“Say it again,” he responds, “only this time say it nicer.”
“Fuck me, please,” I say.
“Beg for it, boy. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me.”
“You call that begging. I want to hear you begging, really begging for me to fuck your ass.”
By this point, I’m so frantic for him to keep fucking me that I abandon any pretense to being the stud I’d always seen myself as, and say what Scott wants to hear. “Oh, please, sir. Please. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me with your big Man-cock. Oh, please, sir. Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass. I’m begging you.”
Having demonstrated his total dominance over me, Scott chuckles and goes back to reaming-out my ass. And he reaches down and starts stroking my throbbing boner. And I’m moaning and squealing like a slut getting her pussy totally plowed out, squeezing my asshole around Scott’s monster dick, humping my ass back to get even more of his amazing cock into my fuck-chute. And my whole body starts tensing up and Scott leans forward and asks me if I’m about to shoot and I say, “Oh, God, yes.”
Scott starts jerking me faster and fucking me harder and then…and then I’m there and my cock just fucking explodes with cum. And I’m bucking and squealing and moaning and shooting strand after strand of my ball-juice and Scott keeps fucking me all the way through my entire, mind-blowing orgasm. And then, when my balls are finally drained of what is still, to this day, the biggest cum-effusion of my life, Scott scoops up a handful of my ball-slime and brings it to my mouth. “Lick it up, boy,” he orders. “Lick up your ball-slime, you horny little bitch.” And I do.
And Scott is still fucking me, still jamming his huge cock in and out of my boyhole, but I can tell he’s getting close. Suddenly, he yanks his cock out of my ass, and my ass feels loose and empty without that monster appendage buried up it, so empty. “Get on your knees,” he orders.
As I scramble off the bed to comply, he rips off the condom. Then, he turns towards me and thrusts a few times in my open mouth, then pulls out, grabs my head and holds it steady as he gives his cock a few more strokes. And I’m looking straight at his cock when it erupts like a fucking volcano, shooting hot streams of cum all over my face, all over my face like frosting on a cake. And his load is massive, just like his cock. Finally, Scott teases the last stringy strand out of his dick and then he collapses back onto the bed as I just crumple down where I am, kneeling on the floor.
We’re both totally exhausted. Not surprising, I suppose, seeing how he’d been fucking me for close to an hour. Eventually, though, I get to my feet and head towards the bathroom. Scott looks at me and asks what I’m doing.
“I’m going to clean myself up,” I explain.
Scott laughs at me. “No, you’re not,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “You’re gonna leave this room looking exactly like you do right now.”
“What do you mean?” I respond. “This is my room.”
“Not anymore,” Scott chuckles. He gets up, goes over to his pants and pulls out his room card. “Here,” he says as he hands it to me, “you’ll be staying in my room tonight. I like your room better.”
I look at him, scarcely believing what I’m hearing, but I take his card and start to get dressed, with his cum still wet on my face. But when I go to put my boxer-briefs on, he stops me and tells me to give them to him – I’ll be leaving his room commando. I do what I’m told and hand him my briefs. I finish getting dressed and then walk out of the room, my face still covered with his spent spunk, but just before I go, he tells me he wants me to leave his cum on my face until morning.
Fortunately, it’s late enough now that nobody is around, and I get to Scott’s room without running into anyone. When I get inside, I plop down on the bed, not even bothering to take my clothes off. And I just lay there the whole night, not sleeping a wink, my mind reeling as I try to process everything that just happened to me, replaying over and over again how Scott fucked me, how Scott totally bitched me out. And the next thing I know, I’m stripping off my clothes and jacking my dick as hard as I can, thinking about the way Scott used me, about the way Scott fucked me. I end up shooting a massive load all over my body. And later, when I recover, I can’t keep from scooping up my jizz and feeding it to myself, the way Scott fed me my own ball-juice while he was still fucking me. And before I know it, I’m jacking myself off again. I keep jacking myself off until morning. Then, around 7:00 a.m., I get up, put my clothes back on and head back to my old room.
When I get there, I find the door propped open with the security bolt. While Scott is gone, all my things are still there. Well, all my things except my underwear. As I eventually discover, Scott had taken all of my underwear when he left. But he did leave me a note. He told me what a good time he’d had with me, that he’d never had a more enjoyable time fucking any other ‘bitch.’ And he said he knew that I had enjoyed it almost as much as he had, and that especially pleased him. He also told me I should stay in the room for two hours. I stood there, staring at the note for a long time. Finally, I just sighed, folded the note up and put it in my wallet, and went to wash Scott’s dried cum off my face.
After I’d cleaned up, I went back to Scott’s room, but he was gone and the room card no longer worked the door. So I returned to my room, packed my bags, and checked out. But I quickly found that while I could easily leave the hotel behind me, memories of that night were not so easily escaped.
A month after our five-year reunion, I got an e-mail from Scott, reiterating how much he’d enjoyed seeing me, how much he’d enjoyed fucking me. And telling me how much he was looking forward to the ten-year class reunion, when he was planning on fucking me again. I spent that whole night jerking off, just re-reading that email over and over again. And I eagerly awaited a second email. But none ever came. That single email was the only message I’ve had from Scott in the last five years and, for all I know, he may have totally forgotten me and any plans he’d had to hook up with me again.
From the perspective of today, it’s clear that my night with Scott Nelson was probably the main inflection point of my life. There was the self-confident, slightly arrogant stud I was before that night and the hesitant, doubt-filled, incipient submissive I became after my session with Scott. The transformation may not have been apparent to an outside observer for some time, but it was immediately apparent to me.
Oh, I still dated women – and fucked them, too. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Scott was always in the room with me when I did, laughing at me, laughing at my feeble attempts to be the Man, to be the dominant male, the role he had so easily assumed during our encounter. It was almost if I was playing a part, a part for which I knew I was mis-cast. I felt like a fraud. And even when the woman I was with seemed pleased by my efforts, I was sure that a Man like Scott could easily show any woman a better time than I could; that I was innately inferior to Men like him.
Of course, my sexual encounters were not limited to those with women. I sought out Men, too. But no longer did I seek them out as a second thought, as a convenient way to have my cock serviced by a willing mouth. No, now I was the one on my knees. I was the one on all-fours or on my back, spreading my legs apart, servicing their cocks. And I found men, many men, who were more than happy to fuck me, to use me, to dominate me the way I felt I needed to be. The way I felt I deserved to be. But none of them, none of them, could come close to dominating me and exciting me and fulfilling me the way Scott had on that fateful night exactly five years ago.
Scott had shown me an essential truth about myself, not as a way of guiding me onto a path I needed to take but as a way of punishing me for the way I’d treated him in high school. He had shown me this truth and then left me to deal with it on my own. Alone. My self-image as a stud forever shattered but with no clear picture of what could take its place. I hated him for what he had done to me and how he had left me alone to pick up the shattered pieces and make something new of them.
Yet, at the same time, I could think of nothing I wanted more than for Scott to do it to me again, to use me, to fuck me, to leave me groveling in front of him as he cored me out with his magnificent cock, to give me one more taste of that exquisite sexual high I’d experienced five years ago.
I was a mess of contradictory feelings as I drove towards our tenth-year reunion. I wasn’t even sure if I really wanted Scott to be there. And I certainly didn’t know if he would be. But I knew that, in just a few hours, I’d find out. And my cock was hard as iron and throbbing in my pants.