Owned By TJ

Chapter 2-1

Chapter Two Kyle’s Humiliation

When I woke up the following morning, every muscle in my body ached. Not only was my ass raw from the beating it had suffered the previous night, but also the backs of my legs were stiff and nearly immobile. My abdominal muscles had even endured an intense workout. Although I hadn’t been aware at the time, every effort of mine to pull myself upwards off the bed while TJ was skull-f*****g me had strained my abs. I thought about TJ’s tight abdominals and how he must work extremely hard to maintain his athletic physique. His hard work and accomplishment had afforded him the status which entitled him to lie back and be serviced the way he was the night before.

I also knew that I had to bring all of this to an end. As I sat up late that night trying to concentrate on my homework assignments, I resolved to face the situation head on.

TJ was now in control, but he could only maintain dominance over me if I allowed it. I had completed his homework again as he’d ordered, but I was determined to tell him it was the last time. There’d be repercussions, and he might even beat me up or threaten to blackmail me. But what could he do to me that was any worse than what he’d already done? Even if he beat me to a bloody pulp, it would be better than being his s*x slave. If I allowed him to get me alone again I knew he’d torture and brutalize me worse than ever, but as long as I stayed away from him, he’d be limited to public attacks. It wasn’t like he could whip his d**k out in the school parking lot and shove it down my throat.

I knew I’d never have the guts to tell TJ about my resolve. My best bet would be to write him a letter and include it in his homework. When I handed it to him during chemistry on Friday, I could quickly walk away. By the time he read it, I’d be long gone.

Then I would cut political science and head directly home. That would allow me the entire weekend to come up with a way to tell my mom the truth about TJ. I’d show her the blisters and bruises on my body and she’d know I was telling the truth.

I even thought about the video tape that TJ had. Undoubtedly he had planned to hold it over my head and threaten me with it. But as I pondered this, I realized that a public revelation of the tape would be just as mortifying for him as it was me. He wasn’t about to go public with a tape that showed himself raping me. He’d never let anyone see him shoving his c**k into another guy’s mouth.

If I didn’t have the courage to stand up to TJ now and bring all this to an end, then I’d be his slave forever. It would only get worse. He’d just keep inventing more ways to bully me. I saw the look of satisfaction on his face when I watched the video. While I was choking and gagging, he was sneering. Sometimes he even laughed. It was as if he was motivated by my pain and discomfort. As I struggled, he just continued to get more into his role of dominator.

The early hours of Friday morning dragged on at a painfully slow pace, until I finally walked through the door to my chemistry class. I trembled from nervousness when I first spotted TJ. He was sitting at his bench, talking to another classmate as I walked past him and gingerly lowered myself onto my stool. My ass still stung from the brutal beating. He looked over to me, grinning knowingly as he saw the tentative way I sat down.

On my way out of class, I approached him and handed him the stack of papers I’d prepared. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “I knew you’d get the job done, fag. Nothin’ like a skull f**k and ass paddling to motivate a fag.”

I pulled away from him and mustered the courage to respond. “There’s a letter. It’s in with your homework.” I turned and hurried out the door as fast as I could and headed straight for the exit.

I sometimes used public transit to commute to my classes, but I lived close enough to walk. As I headed briskly down the sidewalk away from the campus, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I’d finally put all this behind me and could forget about TJ. Why had I worshipped him for so long? How could I have idolized someone who’d turn out to be so sadistic?

As I rounded the corner of the last block before reaching my home, I heard the squeal of tires behind me. I quickly spun around and instantly froze. Rounding the corner behind me was none other than TJ’s car. In a sudden state of panic, I felt an incredible fear sweep over me and my heart began to pound rapidly. I started to run.

By the time I reached my driveway, I was gasping for breath. TJ’s car screeched to a halt beside me and both doors instantly flew open. I made a dash towards my front porch but slipped as I did so, dropping my book bag and landing on my face. TJ and another person quickly descended upon. Blows from TJ’s fists rained down on my already-sore gut. The pair then dragged me back to the car and stuffed me quickly into the back seat, all the while I screamed and flailed around.

Once inside the vehicle, I realized TJ’s accomplice was Kyle Bartlett. Ever since the third grade I’d known and hated Kyle. He was an arrogant jerk who had always tormented me. As much as I’d secretly idolized TJ, I’d equally despised Kyle. He also was a jock like TJ, but I never trusted him. He was always mean, and now I suddenly saw that TJ was actually no different from him. The two of them were both bullies, and it was no wonder they teamed up to attack me.

“You mothafuckin’ faggot coward!” TJ screamed at me. “You think you can leave me threatening notes like that? That’s fuckin’ bullshit! I thought you understood last night I own your ass. You even said so yourself, but now you come up with this s**t!”

TJ crumpled up the note and turned to throw it in my face.

I was now literally terrified. I’d obviously made another terrible mistake. I should’ve gone to my mom that morning and told her everything. I should never have given TJ the note. Of course he’d come after me. How could I have expected him to allow me to rat on him? I couldn’t even imagine what was now in store for me, as I lay in the back seat, burying my face in my hands. I tried to speak, but TJ cut me off. “Shut the f**k up, fag!”

Within a matter of minutes the three of us were back at TJ’s house. Again the place was empty, and the two jocks dragged me downstairs and pushed me to my knees in the middle of the large family room. They both stood over me, and as I looked up to see Kyle glaring down at me, a big wad of his spit landed right in my eye. TJ then shoved his size-fourteen sneaker into my chest and pushed me onto my back.

Kyle and TJ were about the same size, although Kyle had very dark features. TJ’s blond hair and blue contrasted with Kyle’s dark features. Kyle kept his dark brown hair cut short in a military style. Both muscular jocks were on the college wrestling team.

After I gave TJ my letter, he must’ve talked Kyle into helping him track me down.

They’d probably devised a plan for punishing me.

I soon discovered just what Kyle’s motivation had been for participating. “TJ says you like to suck c**k, faggot! He said you were dyin’ to suck mine!” The two of them laughed simultaneously.

“Please no!” I begged, suddenly remembering what I’d gone through with TJ.

“Please, I beg you!”

“Shut up, fag!” TJ ordered. “I’m gonna tell you exactly what to do. My friend Kyle is gonna sit in this chair here, and you’re gonna kneel in front of him and give him the best fuckin’ blowjob of his life. He’s gonna drain every fuckin’ drop of his load down your faggot throat, and you’re gonna love it. You’d better be convincing too, ’cause if not, I’m gonna tie you back up like you were last night and Kyle and I are gonna take turns beatin’ your already red ass.”

I was f****d. It was immediately clear to me what was going on. TJ had already pointed out the video camera. I knew the chair Kyle was to be sitting in would be right in the direct path of the camera’s view. TJ was forcing me to give another guy a blowjob so he’d have it on film. There’d be no trace of TJ in the footage, and he was forcing me to do it in a way that appeared consensual. Once he got that footage, he truly would be able to blackmail me with it. I’d never be able to convince anyone that he was bullying me once they knew I was a cocksucking faggot.

The worst thing about it, though, was that even with the full knowledge of this plot against me, there was nothing I could do to resist it. If I didn’t kneel and willingly suck off Kyle, the two of them would torture me. If I spoke up and told Kyle about the camera, TJ and Kyle would still kick my ass because TJ would just lie to Kyle and tell him the camera wasn’t on. Plus, Kyle might even go along with being filmed. I was trapped! I had virtually no choice but to obey them. Then suddenly I thought of something. When my Mom got home, she’d discover something was wrong. My books were scattered across our front lawn where TJ and Kyle had accosted me. If I could just make it through this incident, I’d be able to tell my mom the whole truth and she’d believe me. Then we could bring it all to an end, and even if TJ did have a video of me giving a Kyle head, he wouldn’t be able to use it against me. So basically all I had to do was to get through the next few minutes, swallow another load of c*m, and get the hell out of this torture chamber. I’d do exactly what TJ said, and be very convincing. It didn’t matter what he had on the video footage since he wouldn’t be able to do anything with it.

As I pushed myself back up to my knees and crawled over to assume my position at Kyle’s feet, I probably would have started crying just then had it not been for the secret hope I was harboring. I was clinging to the belief that all of this would soon end. I wanted to go back to living my normal life without worry over being bullied, beaten up, and forced to do perverted s****l things with them. All I had to do right now was obey. It was very simple—a mere matter of survival.

Kyle stared down at me, smirking. He had an arrogant air about him which probably would have been very attractive to me under different circumstances. If he hadn’t been the same asshole who’d ridiculed and tormented me my whole life, I actually might have admired him the same I’d done TJ. At this moment, however, I didn’t idolize either of them. I despised them both, but my feelings of contempt toward them was far less significant than another emotion I was feeling: fear.

I lowered my eyes to Kyle’s feet, observing his expensive pair of Nike Shox shoes.

Only a jock like him would spend a hundred fifty bucks for a pair of sneakers. He stepped in front of me, nearly knocking me over, and moved toward the big throne-like chair. He undid the button of his jeans and laughed as he looked down at me. “Never been blown by a dude before,” he admitted. “When TJ first told me about it, I was like

‘No fuckin’ way!’.”

“But a mouth’s a mouth, right?” TJ interjected. “And it’s not like you gotta return the favor or nothin’.”

“Fuckin’ right!” exclaimed Kyle. “I ain’t a fag like this piece of shit.”

“Just enjoy it, dude,” suggested TJ. “Close your eyes and pretend it’s a chick blowin’ ya.”

“s**t, like ya said, ‘A mouth’s a mouth.’” The two of them laughed together as Kyle pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time. He plopped himself in the chair and then toed off his expensive shoes.

“Pull his pants off for him, fag,” TJ ordered, and I reached up to oblige the cocky jock. As I did so, I inadvertently made eye contact with Kyle and noticed his look of pure and utter contempt for me. I also noticed something else—the size of his throbbing hard-on. He spread his legs apart in front of me as he slid down in the chair to get comfortable, then wrapped his fist around his nutsac. He fisted his c**k by the base and thrust it toward me. It was almost as awesome as TJ’s.

TJ possessed qualities that distinguished him from other jocks, though. He was more physically appealing to me than Kyle, perhaps due to his blond hair and blue eyes. I could also clearly see the definition of each of TJ’s muscles, and he had broad, masculine shoulders. Maybe it was simply the confident way he strutted about. He had a perfect face that looked boyish and charming, almost innocent. He used it to get away with things other people couldn’t. The way he’d so easily charmed my mother was an example.

Kyle was also hot-looking, but he didn’t compare to TJ. As I inched myself a little bit closer to him and began to open my mouth I heard TJ once more from behind me.

“Make the fag beg for it first,” he suggested. “Make him beg real hard.” After that comment from TJ, I didn’t hear another sound from him until the ordeal was over.

Kyle burst into laughter. “Good idea! Go ahead, fag, you heard him. Beg for my c**k. Show me how bad you want it.”

“Please, Kyle,” I said as I looked up into his eyes. I knew I had to sound convincing.

“Please let me suck your … um… please let me suck your cock.”

“What?!” Kyle demanded. “What’re you saying, fag, I can hardly hear you.”

“Please! Please let me suck you!” I tried to speak louder, but the mere effort to verbalize anything brought me to a state of tearfulness. My voice started to crack, and I feared I was going to cry. To Kyle, it probably sounded like a very desperate plea. He probably thought I was so excited and humble I could barely speak.

“Lick my nuts first, b***h,” Kyle ordered.

I lowered my lips to Kyle’s ballsac and ran my tongue across it. I tasted the saltiness of his sweat and smelled the same musky aroma I noticed when I’d sucked off TJ. Kyle moaned as I began to lick him. Not wanting to waste any more time on this task than I had to, I started to work my way up his shaft, licking my way toward his cockhead.

Kyle didn’t protest, and I suspected he was heeding TJ’s advice as he closed his eyes. He probably was pretending a chick was licking him. “Oh yeah,” he said softly.

“Feels so good.” I pressed my tongue flat against the sensitive underside of Kyle’s shaft and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head. Then in one swift movement, I slid down on him. Immediately I felt his hands on my head.

“f**k yeah,” he moaned. “Oh f**k, baby, that feels so good.” There was no question now, Kyle was in fantasy land. I was no longer some fag that was giving him head. He was imagining me as some female.

I wasn’t offended by his fantasy. To the contrary, the fact that he was kicking back and relaxing, allowing me to serve him and do all the work was far better than being brutalized like TJ had done. This experience of sucking Kyle wasn’t unpleasant at all.

He was being kind to me and gentle. Even the way he touched my head was softer and almost tender. As I continued to suck him, my c**k hardened. I quickened the pace and began to slide rapidly up and down his shaft. His pleasurable moans only encouraged me to work harder. Within a matter of minutes, I knew he was about to blast, and I braced myself for an experience like I’d had with TJ. It wasn’t like that, though. Kyle didn’t ram his c**k into me, but instead held his hands gently on the back of my head, and I was the one who deliberately deepthroated him. I swallowed every bit of his load as I knelt there. I felt his legs spasm beside me as he drained himself, and I tasted his semen as it backed up onto my tongue.

When it was over and Kyle opened his eyes, he quickly shoved me away from him, knocking me onto the ground. “f**k!” he shouted. “TJ, man you were right. That was awesome. It was just like a chick blowin’ me.”

As I looked around the room though, TJ was no longer there. Kyle and I both looked at one another, wondering where our host had disappeared. After only a few seconds, TJ reappeared, coming back into the room through the gym. He was holding his cell phone.

“Hello, Mrs. Standish, this is Jason’s friend TJ. Remember, I met you last night.” Oh my god! TJ was on the phone with my mother! “Well yeah, don’t worry, he’s fine. He’s here with me. When he left class early today, I got worried. I went down to your house and he was waiting on the porch. Apparently he lost his key and couldn’t get in.” My mom was saying something to him, but I couldn’t hear what she said. “Oh, well he was frantic. He was digging for his lost key in the book bag and throwing his books all over the lawn. I got him calmed down and convinced him to come home with me. He’s sleeping on our couch right now. And don’t worry, I made sure he got something to eat.” TJ looked over at me and winked.

What a f*****g asshole!

“Oh you’re welcome, Mrs. Standish. I’ll bring him home just as soon as he wakes up, don’t you worry. Goodbye.”

TJ ended the call and set the phone down on the stand beside the couch. He plopped down on the sofa. “You two enjoy yourselves?” he asked.

“f**k, dude, it was just like you said,” exclaimed Kyle. “It was the best blowjob of my life.”

“Really?” TJ asked. “That’s cool. I’m glad I got the whole thing on film.”

“What? What do you mean?” I could see by the shocked expression on Kyle’s face that he actually was very much opposed to the idea of being filmed. “You’re jokin’, right?”

“Come and see,” said TJ. “The DVR is in the bedroom. You come too, fag,” he said to me.

Kyle shot up out of his chair, grabbed his pants from the floor, and dressed as quickly as possible. I wasn’t looking forward to what we were about to see on that video. I knew what it would look like. It would seem like the two of us were a couple of fags. When Kyle was calling me “baby” and gently stroking my hair, he was imagining me to be some chick, but it wouldn’t come across that way on film. Also, the fact I was really getting into it and was responding to Kyle’s tenderness was going to prove beyond any shadow of a doubt that I was gay.

As I sat there on TJ’s bed watching the footage, I again was overcome with a horrible sinking feeling. The scene appeared exactly as I suspected. I was voluntarily blowing this guy, he was loving every minute of it. In fact, it seemed almost like he was as gay as I was.

“Give me the fuckin’ video!” Kyle demanded, as he moved towards the DVR.

“Don’t touch it,” TJ said calmly.

“Fuckin’ give it to me, man! You had no fuckin’ right to film that! It makes me look like a total fag!”

“Maybe ’cause you are one,” TJ shot back. Kyle instantly became enraged. He lunged towards TJ, fist clenched. Before I even knew what was happening, TJ slammed him with a powerful gut punch, followed almost by a hard, right-handed blow to the jaw. Kyle spun backward, flailed his arms, and smacked his head against the side of the dresser. “Now get the f**k outta my house!” TJ demanded. He bent over and hoisted Kyle up by the front of his jersey, dragging him toward the bedroom door. He hurled Kyle forward onto the tile floor of the gym. “Get the f**k out now!” he repeated.

I sat there on the bed and stared at the scene, stunned. I was in no position to interfere. I certainly couldn’t help Kyle, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to. I was sort of glad that after all these years someone had finally kicked his ass. But what I didn’t like was that now there was a videotape of me giving head to the prick. For a couple brief moments I toyed with the idea of stealing the tape myself, but I knew that would be pointless. TJ would certainly catch me and everything would be even worse for me.

TJ returned to the room a few minutes later, he was alone, rubbing his right fist with his left hand. I could tell his hand must be in some serious pain. You just didn’t deliver a punch like that without feeling its aftereffects. I could only imagine what Kyle’s face would like in the days to come.

As TJ stood there, towering over me, I suddenly realized we were alone together.

The most horrible thing about it, though, was that this time TJ genuinely did have a reason to be pissed. I had defied him, disobeyed him, threatened to expose him, and had run away from him. There was no way TJ would let me walk out of that bedroom without venting his anger on me. I could tell by the look in his eyes.

“Last time you were here you promised to always obey me,” he said calmly. “You swore that I owned your ass and that you’d always do everything I said. Now today you give me this bullshit fuckin’ ballsy letter sayin’ you’re not takin’ orders from me any more. Am I gonna have to go through this fuckin’ s**t with you every goddamned day, faggot? How many times do you need to get your fuckin’ queer ass beat before you accept the fact that I own you?”

Oddly, TJ suddenly didn’t appear to be such a bully just then. Instead his lecturing sounded almost paternal. I sat there on the bed looking down in shame, feeling like such a complete failure. I felt like I was a small child who’d just been caught stealing candy from the grocery store. All my self-confidence and righteous indignation had completely vanished. I’d been defeated, and I knew I deserved it.

There was no way now that I’d ever be able to go to my mom and tell her what was happening. If TJ were to get a copy of that video into the hands of my parents, they would hate me and probably disown me forever. Even if I told my mom TJ had forced me to do all this stuff, she would never in a million years believe it. TJ was too convincing. He’d made sure the video looked like Kyle and I were lovers. He’d covered all his tracks. He even made himself out to be the hero who’d rescued me at a time of distress.

Kyle also would never be able to retaliate against TJ. Kyle would always know that TJ had this very incriminating videotape of him. The cocky jock was totally backed into a corner on this one. Not only that, but TJ had kicked his ass. Kyle was probably more shamed than I was. I wondered what TJ’s reason was for doing this to his friend. Why did he turn on him like that?

I didn’t have to wait long for an explanation, for TJ continued with his lecture, immediately launching into a diatribe about what a prick Kyle was. “That motherfucker tried to hit on my girlfriend last week and then denied the whole fuckin’ thing. Let it be a lesson to you, fag. Nobody f***s with me. Nobody! Now get the f**k over here and get on your fag knees to beg like the fuckin’ dog you are for my forgiveness!”

As I slid off the bed and dropped to my knees, I began to tremble. Everything was becoming so confusing, and I started to whimper. I raised my hands to cover my face as I held my head in shame. I just knelt there and cried, my weeping turning to sobs as I attempted to breathe. With each inhalation of breath, my body shook uncontrollably, and it felt like I’d lost all control over every aspect of my life.

I didn’t know what to think any more. When I was with TJ and he was giving me orders, I felt a sense of gratification and purpose by pleasing him, but as soon as I was away from him, I started analyzing things logically. I then convinced myself it just wasn’t right for one person to own another. After all, this was a free country, right?

Slavery had been abolished years ago. But when TJ made remarks to me about my inferiority and his right to own me, somehow it seemed appropriate. There must be a reason why I always idolized and looked up to guys like TJ. There was some reality I knew deep inside that I hadn’t previously been able or willing to acknowledge.

Maybe it wasn’t true that all people were created equal. Witnessing TJ pulverize Kyle was proof-positive that TJ was superior. The fact that TJ always outwitted people, even my mother, made me wonder, Exactly how much more proof do I need?

I knelt there in front of him, trembling and shamefully crying, but somehow my submission to him was different than before. Over the past weeks I’d obeyed TJ out of fear. I’d done the things he demanded mainly because I had no choice. But at this moment, it wasn’t fear I was feeling. I felt ashamed of myself. I knew I shouldn’t have challenged TJ. I knew he was in a position of superiority over me, and that, like it or not, I had to accept this.

I lowered myself before him, bringing my face completely to the ground, and pressed my lips against the top of his sneaker. “I’m so sorry.” My voice was nearly inaudible. “I’m so very sorry, sir.” This clearly was a turning point for me, the voluntary verbalization of my new perspective. It was the very first time I acknowledged, even to myself, that TJ was above me. He was above me in terms of status, in terms of his social class, in terms of appearance, in terms of talent and ability.

He was superior in every aspect of life, and this superiority entitled him to benefits and privileges that I would never have.

What was so bad about this? Why had I been fighting so long? I already knew that it felt right to obey him. I’d already experienced the overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment that came with pleasing him. I remembered immediately how I’d felt after he’d drained himself into me for the first time. That serenity had somehow made all the pain and humiliation bearable. That sense of gratification was the ultimate reward for my obedience.

I kissed TJ’s sneakers repeatedly as I whispered my pleas for forgiveness. I couldn’t look up at him, and it felt like I couldn’t bring myself low enough. I even dropped down onto my belly as I continued to grovel at his feet. I lay there kissing his shoes and cried while he just stood there.

Perhaps TJ realized this was a pivotal moment, and though I expected him to kick me aside and order me to quit slobbering all over him, he did no such thing. Instead he stood there and allowed me to worship him. He allowed me to grovel and lower myself into a position of complete and total submission. Maybe TJ knew this was merely part of the process. I’d had to first reach a point of resolution in which I accepted the fact he had control over me and there was nothing I could do to change that. I also had to accept that this reality was appropriate. The reason he possessed this power was because of who he was. He was born to be served, and I was just starting to learn that I was born to serve.

Before I even understood what the word meant, TJ had pegged me as a sub. He’d instinctively sensed that I was beneath him. He asserted his right to take advantage of his superiority by issuing directives which he justifiably expected me to follow. When I resisted, he did what every superior has a right to do under such circumstances. He used discipline and force to demonstrate he was boss.

After several minutes of weeping at my owner’s feet, TJ finally pushed me away from him. Using his foot, he rolled me onto my back, and I stared up at his towering presence through my tear-filled eyes. He looked god-like as he stared down at me. I didn’t see any compassion or forgiveness in his eyes. I didn’t sense any sort of softness emanating from his demeanor. He stood rigidly with an air of absolute authority, and the expression on his face conveyed callousness and disgust. Yet in spite of his apparent contempt, he’d allowed me to grovel before him. He’d tolerated my sobbing and begging. In fact, he’d specifically ordered it.