Owned By TJ

Chapter 2-2

When the heel of his sneaker slammed violently into my gut, my legs reflexively curled upward, and I rolled into a fetal position. I cried out in shock, clutching my abdomen as the excruciating pain traveled throughout my torso. I was only in this position for a few seconds, and almost immediately I felt the weight of TJ’s body descend upon me. He shoved my shoulders backwards against the carpeted floor and lowered himself over me, straddling my puny body. He sat atop my throbbing abdomen and pinned me to the floor beneath him.

He exerted very little effort as he grabbed my wrists and brought them up above my head, pinning them securely to the floor. He scooted up my body, then pinned my arms with his knees. The weight of his body on the crooks of my arms was painful, but TJ didn’t notice or care. His crotch was now right below my chin, and he slid up a little further, using his thighs to squeeze my head. “Don’t ever fuckin’ defy me, faggot!” he screamed at me. “Never!”

As I lay helplessly beneath him, I began to squirm. It wasn’t that I was trying to free myself. I knew better than that. I never would’ve been able to, even if I tried. I was trying to get more comfortable. I could hardly breathe, and TJ’s knees were pressing my arms painfully to the floor. As he stared down at my tear-streaked face, he seemed to enjoy my discomfort. Perhaps it pleased him to see my wide-eyed stare as I looked up at him towering above me. He leaned forward, forcing more of his body weight against my pinned arms, and at the same time squeezed his thighs together against my skull. I moaned in agony beneath him.

Having both of his own hands completely free, TJ then reached down to cup the back of my head, pushing it into his crotch. “I own you, fag, and you serve me. You live for my pleasure! You do anything and everything I order you to do. You exist for my fuckin’ convenience!” His bulge throbbed against my face as he pronounced these declarations.

Just when it got to the point where I thought I’d suffocate, TJ released his grip on my head and dropped it to the floor. He pushed himself up, grinding his knees into my arms as he did so. I winced from the pain. He then grabbed hold of the front of my shirt and pulled me off the floor, bringing me back up to a kneeling position. He reached around behind the back of my neck then, and dug his fingers painfully into it, squeezing so tightly it caused me to hunch my shoulders upwards. He raised me up off the ground, and I scrambled to my feet. As soon as I was upright, he shoved me toward the door, continuing to hold the scruff of my neck in his powerful grip. He marched me through the gym and back to the chair where I had blown Kyle. Then he pushed me back down to my knees. “Wait here, fag, and don’t move a fuckin’ muscle!”

I knelt and waited. He was back within two minutes, and he already had his pants unbuttoned. He also held a set of handcuffs. “Stand up,” he ordered, then pulled my wrists together behind my back. He snapped the cuffs snugly in place and shoved me back to my knees. “Now I’m gonna show you the right way for a fag to give head to a jock,” he laughed. “Not like you just did with that wannabe Kyle.”

TJ pulled his shirt up over his head and discarded it on the floor. He’d already removed his shoes, and he quickly pulled off his pants and boxers. He plopped himself down comfortably in the chair, just as Kyle had done. He didn’t have to tell me to assume my position, for as soon as he was seated, I immediately crawled into place between his legs. His c**k was rock hard and pointing right at my face. TJ reached down with both hands and grabbed my head. He pulled me toward him and slammed me down on his shaft with a single, smooth motion. His c**k slid into the back of my throat, and instantly I gagged.

Instead of easing up on his grip, TJ continued to hold me there while thrusting his hips forward violently. I continued to gag, choking loudly as I tried desperately to gain composure. TJ momentarily pulled me upward on his shaft and then quickly shoved me back down, causing me again to wretch, even worse than with the first thrust.

“Choke on it, b***h!” I felt his c**k throb in my mouth. “f**k yeah!”

Over and over, TJ repeated this action, forcing his c**k deep into my throat while grinding his hips. I was becoming frightened because I couldn’t breathe. About every third thrust I gagged, coming dangerously close to vomiting. This torture continued for over ten minutes. I tried counting the thrusts, mainly as a way of distracting myself from the discomfort and pain. I lost count at a hundred forty-three. The assault continued for several more minutes.

Finally TJ pushed me back so that I was flat on my back. My body pinned, my own cuffed-arms beneath me. He slid from his position in the chair to one identical to  the way he’d pinned me earlier in the bedroom. He positioned himself with his throbbing c**k above my face and lowered his balls onto my lips. I opened my mouth and began licking them. He leaned forward to place his hands flat on the ground above my head and pointed his c**k toward the opening of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead right before he thrust his hips downward and impaled my throat. Doing a push-up above me, TJ buried his c**k as deep as he possibly could, and then began to f**k my face ferociously.

This final attack on my throat was more than I could stand, and I began choking.

This time I couldn’t control myself. My abs began to spasm and I knew I was on the verge of vomiting. It was all I could do to keep my jaw cranked open so as not to bite into his c**k, and I was suddenly terrified, noticing my own inability to breathe. TJ

showed no mercy and continued to grind his c**k all the way into my throat. His c**k was pumping like a jackhammer.

Suddenly TJ moaned and his body stiffened. His c**k was balls-deep into me as I felt the familiar throbbing that immediately preceded orgasm. “f**k yeah!” he screamed as he drained himself into me.

When TJ was completely finished, he pulled himself off me and looked down to examine my slimy face. He broke into a very broad grin and started laughing. “Looks like you better get busy cleaning up your mess,” he said, and then walked away. He returned in a few seconds with a towel which he threw to me. “Here, I’ll let you use this. Next time, though, you’re gonna lick it up with your tongue.”

I lay there exhausted on the floor and crawled over to the towel. I had to clench it with my teeth because my hands were still cuffed behind my back. I began to sop up the spit and slime from the carpet. There wasn’t much there, I’d swallowed most of it. I heard him showering as I dutifully concentrated on my assignment. I did so, though, without crying.

* * * * *

Surprisingly, TJ did feed me a real meal before he took me home that night, and by this I mean more than just his cumload. My throat was raw and swallowing wasn’t easy, but I was so famished and exhausted I eagerly devoured the sandwich. Maybe the reason he allowed me to eat was because he’d ordered me to make him a sandwich and then permitted me to do the same for myself.

When we got back to my house, his demeanor changed entirely as he slipped into his role of my best friend. He was so convincing that I almost believed his act myself. If only he treated me that nicely all the time, I’d be living my fondest dream. I wished so badly that TJ actually was my friend like that. I wished he cared about my well-being as much as he pretended to in front of my folks. I wished he was that protective and kind.

In spite of these feelings, my perspective about the situation had changed. I knew there was nothing I could do about my status as TJ’s owned property. Any attempt to free myself from him would be pointless. There was no escape. The end result would be as disastrous for me as it had been today. No matter what happened between the two of us, I knew it was beyond my control. All that I could do was to try to please him as best I could and avoid his wrath. Eventually he might tire of me and move on to a new victim.

Then again, I really didn’t want him to move on. What I wanted more than anything was for him to change. I wanted him to begin caring about me for real. I wondered, though, if he were to somehow change and become more compassionate and caring, if he’d actually even be attractive to me anymore. Hadn’t it been his cockiness and self-confidence that had drawn me to him in the first place? But wasn’t it also possible for someone to be authoritative and loving at the same time?

TJ would never love me, though. He had a girlfriend, and he was straight. He only used me because I was a fag and because having me for his slave made him aware of his own power. He loved the control and the fact he was forcing me to do things against my will. He loved using me simply because he could. Everything still was confusing to me. I both loved and hated him simultaneously. Regardless of how I felt, he had control over me, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to change that.

* * * * *

On weekends I almost always worked either Saturday or Sunday as a cashier at Burger King. Every summer since I was fourteen I worked there full-time, and then during school I dropped down to weekends only. Generally it was only one of the two days, unless someone called in sick or they were unexpectedly short-staffed. On this particular weekend I was scheduled to work Sunday. This worked out well for me because it gave me all day Saturday to get my homework assignments done.

As I was leaving the building Sunday night, having just completed my shift, I felt a sense of relief that my workday was over. TJ hadn’t contacted me Saturday because he had plans with his girlfriend, Cindy, and I really didn’t expect to hear from him. I already had the homework done for him, and so I really looked forward to a relaxing evening alone. I stepped off the curb and headed toward my parents’ car which was parked at the far end of the lot. I often borrowed it for work, as it was basically just a second vehicle for our household. When I suddenly saw TJ’s sports car whip into the lot and pull up beside me, my heart sank. He was going to force me to suck him off again, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to prevent it. I looked up at him and smiled, trying not to let him see my disappointment.

“Fag!” he yelled at me. “I’ll follow you home, and then you’re comin’ with me.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, knowing better than to question him.

Thankfully TJ allowed me a couple minutes when I got home to change out of my work uniform. As I slid into the passenger seat of his car, I could only imagine what was in store for me. Once I was seated next to him, he backed out of the driveway and explained why he’d come to pick me up. “We ran into Kyle last night,” he said.

“Did you kick his ass again, sir?” I asked, almost excitedly.

He laughed. “No, but I should’ve. Gonna do that tonight, actually. He’s coming over to my house. That’s why I need you there.”

A mental picture of me kneeling before Kyle flashed into my mind. I feared tonight would be a repeat of what happened two days previously. TJ must’ve realized what I was thinking and went on to explain a little more. “He was shooting his mouth off—

real brave ’cause he had one of his friends with him. They were bragging about how much better a wrestler than me he is, saying how he was all-state last year and s**t like that.”

“Is it true?” I asked.

“f**k no, it ain’t true,” TJ said defensively. “I was the one who was all-state. Kyle’s a fuckin’ wannabe.”

“Why’d he say that if you knew it wasn’t even true?” I asked meekly.

“Well it’s true he’s all-state, actually. We both are, but he’s not a better wrestler than me. My record is better than his, and I know I can kick his ass easy.”

“So why’s he coming over to your house again? Is there gonna be a fight?”

“Nope. We’re gonna wrestle. He challenged me.”

I started to laugh. “You’re gonna cream him,” I said confidently. I remembered the way he’d so easily defeated Kyle on Friday when they fought. “What does Kyle’s face look like, sir? I mean you punched him pretty hard.”

“Oh, he’s got a bruise, but it’s no big deal. I didn’t break his nose or nothin’.”

I was surprised by the way TJ and I were suddenly conversing. Up till this point it had merely been a one-way conversation. He always gave orders, and I just listened.

“Well, ya know the big mirror in the gym at my house?” TJ asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Well it’s really two-way glass. There’s a room on the other side of it. I’m gonna have you hide inside that room and film the match with my phone. That way when I kick his ass, I’ll have it on tape.”

“Cool!” I said. “Then you’ll have two tapes to use against him.”

“Yeah, and ya know what’s funny? That stupid fucker thinks he’s getting the first video back. I told him if he wins, the video is his.”

“So you’re wrestling for stakes?” I asked.

“Yup, for the video and for one other thing.”

I looked over at him and waited for him to elaborate.

“What is it, sir?” I asked after a delay.

“You’ll see,” he said as he grinned back at me.

For the remainder of the ride to TJ’s house, all I could think was how great it would be to see Kyle totally humiliated again. But another thought suddenly crossed my mind.

What if Kyle beat TJ and he ended up being the one to face such humiliation? Kyle was definitely a jock, and he was about the same size as TJ. If it was true they both were all-state champs in their sport, then it could go either way.

As I thought about it, I realized I probably should be hoping for Kyle to win. If this happened, TJ would have to turn over the incriminating video of me, and he’d no longer have it to hold over my head. So why was it then that I wanted so badly for TJ to be the victor? Maybe it was like I thought earlier, that I really didn’t want TJ to stop owning me. Maybe on some level I truly liked it.

If that were the case, then it was definitely put to the test when we made it back to TJ’s house, for immediately TJ stopped being friendly to me and started ordering me around in his typical cocky, jock fashion. We had about an hour to get everything ready for the match before the others arrived, and TJ put me to work setting up the gym. He ordered me to move all the equipment into the storage room—the one on the other side of the mirror—and this was no small task. All of the weights and benches were enormously heavy and I had to make several trips, sometimes carrying only one free-weight at a time. I was racing to get the job done as quickly as possible, and when I finally finished getting everything moved except the large pieces of equipment which were too heavy for me to even budge on my own, I went back to the bedroom to find TJ.

He had just finished changing into his wrestling singlet.

“Sir,” I said to him, gasping for breath, “I ‘m ready to move the big stuff now.”

“Be right there,” TJ said, and turned around to face me. As he did so, I nearly gasped again, seeing the frontal view of him in his athletic uniform. I recalled all of the reasons why I’d idolized him for so long. He truly was a jock god. The smirk on his face revealed that he fully understood the awe that I felt in his presence. He must have been able to see from the look in my eyes that I worshipped the ground he stood upon.

“Like my uniform, fag?” he asked.

I nodded, “Um, yes, sir. Looks great.” The smooth nylon and Lycra fabric fit like a second skin. Literally every ripple of muscle and the outline of every body part were clearly visible under the material. I knew instantly that he wasn’t wearing any jockstrap or underwear. I could see the outline of his enormous bulge.

Ignoring my gaping stare, TJ stepped forward and walked around me. I followed him back to the gym area. With ease, he slid the treadmill out of the central area and down the hallway. Then he went back for the weight bench. “Get on the other side,” he instructed me. The two of us picked up the bench and carried it toward the doorway of the storage room. Being winded, I had to stop at the halfway point, and TJ rolled his eyes in disgust as I briefly set my end down in order to rest. “What a fuckin’ wimp,” he stated in a ridiculing tone, but he didn’t order me to immediately continue. When I caught my breath, I resumed my position and we finished moving the bench.

After all the equipment was inside, TJ instructed me to lay out the floor mats in front of the mirror and then come back to the bedroom for further instructions. When I got this task done, we still had about fifteen minutes to spare before the arrival of our guests. “All right, fag, listen up ’cause it’s very important you do everything exactly like I tell you. If you f**k up, you know there’s gonna be some serious consequences.

Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said soberly.

“All right, this is my phone, and it’s ready to go. Come here and I’ll show you how it works.” I immediately stepped over to stand beside him, and he moved right behind me, bringing his arms around my shoulders to hold the phone in front of me. “See this button here, you gotta press it when it’s time to start recording. If you forget to do it, you’re dead meat. Got it?”

“Yes, sir, I won’t forget.”

“Now step over there and film me for a few seconds to make sure you know how it works.” I moved back to my former position and held the phone up to my face. I focused on him and pressed the record button. TJ stood in front of me and flexed his bicep, very slowly revealing the chiseled muscle he’d obviously worked so hard to earn.

I figured out how to use the zoom feature and did a close up shot of his arm. Then I panned down his body as he turned in front of me for a full frontal shot. I zoomed in again at his bulge, held the shot for a few seconds and then continued to shoot the rest of his body, all the way down to his tightly laced wrestling shoes.

When TJ took the phone from me to play back the video, he laughed hysterically.

“Can tell you really are a fag,” he said. “You’re so fuckin’ obsessed with my bulge.”

TJ walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a couple of items and handed them to me. I was a little surprised and uncertain about their purpose, but I did not question him. The first item was a pair of handcuffs and the second was nose plugs—the kind that swimmers use with an elastic string that goes around their head. “Put these in the storage room with you, and when I signal you, bring them out to me.” He then pulled out a handful of permanent markers. “Take these markers and set them around the perimeter of the mats. Doesn’t matter which color goes where, but they should be placed about five feet apart. Make sure they’re not on the mat—just on the floor alongside it.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Go do that now and put all the s**t in the storage room, then come back here. And hurry, we only got about five minutes.”

I obeyed his instructions, wondering what his big plan was. Why did he need magic markers placed around the perimeter of the floor mats, and what on earth was he gonna use the nose plugs for? The handcuffs were kind of obvious, I thought. He planned to handcuff someone—probably Kyle—but for what purpose I wasn’t sure. Why would he need to cuff Kyle at all after the match was over? Kyle would already be defeated.

When I got back to TJ’s room a couple minutes later, he was cueing the video security cameras, apparently planning to tape the rec room area where he’d face f****d me two days before. I wondered why he was recording there when we wouldn’t even be in that room, but I didn’t question him. I’d find out the details as they transpired.

Just as I was about to ask TJ for further instructions, we heard the sound of the doorbell.

TJ turned to me and said, “Cool, they must be here already. Go get in the storage room now, and don’t make a sound.”

I slid into my place of hiding and waited. My heart was racing from the excitement of what I was about to do. If TJ succeeded in whipping Kyle’s ass a second time, I was going to love stepping out of that door with the phone in hand and seeing the look on Kyle’s face. I’d never been a vindictive or spiteful person, but all the years of ridicule that I’d endured from Kyle and his friends were suddenly coming to surface. If this worked out the way I thought it would, I planned to ask TJ if he’d let me build him a website and then post a video clip of him pinning Kyle. It would be awesome to see Kyle defeated in such a humiliating way, and then  be able to share it with so many people.

I peered through the glass of the two-way mirror, quietly waiting. I could see the entire gym clearly and the entryway into the rec room. I watched as TJ confidently strutted across the room and turned to ascend the staircase. In just a couple moments he returned and there was another guy by his side. It wasn’t Kyle, though, but I quickly recognized the other jock. It was Brian Parker, TJ’s best friend. Apparently TJ had invited him over to watch the wrestling match.

Brian and I had known each other all our lives, having attended the same school since kindergarten. He and TJ were good friends and they hung out with each other all the time. I couldn’t help wondering if TJ had told Brian about how he owned me. It would be embarrassing for me if someone like that ever saw me in that humble, servile state. It didn’t do any good to worry about it, though, because there was nothing that I could do to change it.

TJ and Brian talked with one another, and I could hear TJ describing how he’d planned everything out. “I’ve got some surprises in store for the cocky motherfucker.

He’s been a pain in my fuckin’ ass for years, and I can’t wait to finally cream him publicly.”

“I’m so stoked, dude,” said Brian. “But what if you lose?”

TJ laughed. “I’m not gonna lose, dude. I guarantee it. I’ve got too much at stake to lose.”

“Well it’s not the end of the world to lose a wrestling match.” Brian laughed. “We all win some and lose some.”

“Yeah, but the loser of this match has gotta pay big time,” TJ explained. “Loser’s gotta blow the winner.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!

“What?” Brian said, astonished. “No way! Why would you ever agree to that?”

“’Cause I can’t wait to shove my c**k down that faggot’s throat. I’m gonna pay him back for all the nasty s**t he’s done. I’ve always hated that fucker’s guts, and it’s about time I finally put him in his place.”

“But what if you lose, TJ?” Brian asked. “Think about it!”

“Like I said, I’m not gonna lose. Do you think I would ever make a bet on something like this unless I was a hundred percent sure I was gonna win?”

“No, of course not,” Brian admitted, “but Kyle probably feels the same way. Plus, why would you even want him sucking on your c**k? That’s kinda gay.”

TJ laughed. “It’ll be gay for him, not me! I’m gonna choke the motherfucker. It’s not like I’m gonna kick back and be romantic with him. I’m gonna rape his fag throat.”

Brian’s eyes widened as he seemed to form a mental image of what was being described. He then laughed. “Well it’s gonna be cool to see you kick his ass, and I pray to God you win.”

“Well I’m gonna win, so don’t sweat it, but I need your help with something. Kyle is bringing his friend Trevor with him. Remember him?”

“f**k yeah, I remember that asshole. Why’re you even letting that jerkoff in your house?” Brian had a look of disgust on his face.

“’Cause we both get to have one witness. It’s supposed to keep things fair. Anyway, after I pin Kyle, I bet he’s not gonna want to go through with his end of the bargain. I need you to make sure Trevor doesn’t try to interfere at all.”

“No prob. I’ll be glad to kick his ass if I get the chance. Bring it on.”

Just then the doorbell rang for the second time. It had to be Kyle, I thought, and once again my heart began to pound rapidly. This was totally unreal. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. Now it made sense to me why TJ wanted me to bring him the handcuffs after the match. If he planned to skull f**k Kyle, he probably needed to make sure he couldn’t resist at all. The nose plugs I was still unsure about, though.

Brian offered to go let the two in and TJ stepped over in front of the mirror. He knew that I could see and hear him, and he stood there confidently, looking hotter than I’d ever seen him. I could clearly see the outline of his semi-hard c**k through the fabric of his singlet. His uniform was black and white and fit him like a glove. “Get ready to start taping, fag,” he said quietly. “Make sure you get the whole thing.”

As soon as Kyle and Trevor strutted confidently into the room, I sensed the tension.

Trevor was almost as cocky as Kyle, but he was just a wannabe. He was like Kyle’s shadow. Trevor wasn’t the accomplished athlete that Kyle and TJ were, and he was the type of guy who hung out with Kyle just so he’d be accepted into the jock clique. I didn’t really think TJ would have to worry about him interfering with anything, because if TJ did kick Kyle’s ass, Trevor would be too afraid to do anything about it.

TJ didn’t waste any time once they were in the gym. “Let’s get started, but we gotta lay down the rules first.”

“Dude, you’re not gonna make up a bunch of stupid fuckin’ rules,” shot back Kyle.

“It’s very simple, whoever pins the other guy first wins. Once I do that, you hand over the fuckin’ video. And where is it, by the way? I want it out here where we all can see it.”

“It’s in the DVR in the rec room, and after I kick your ass we’re gonna all watch it,”

TJ said. “Until then, it’s stayin’ right where it’s at.”

“f**k you, man.” Kyle sneered. “You’re gonna be the one whose ass gets kicked.

Then you’ll be on your knees beggin’ me not to choke you with my fuckin’ cock.” Kyle reached down to grab his crotch, the universal jock insult.

TJ ignored him. “Well there’s gotta be rules ’cause there ain’t no ref. It’s not like either one of us is gonna trust the others’ friend to count out the pin.”

“So what are you sayin’? How do we settle it?”

“See these magic markers around the edge of the mat? I say that in order to win, you have to pin your opponent and mark his forehead.”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid. What do you mean, ‘Mark his forehead’?”

“You prick, why don’t you just shut the f**k up and listen?” TJ was getting pissed.

“I mean when I pin your cocky ass, I’m gonna pick up one of those markers and draw a big letter ‘L’ on your face to show you’re the fuckin’ loser you really are.”

“This is bullshit,” Kyle said. “I’m not gonna do this with all these stupid fuckin’

rules.”

“Why not?” interjected Brian. “It’s the only fair way, and if you’re so confident you can beat TJ, what are you worried about?”

“Oh I’ll beat him all right,” Kyle replied, “but it’s gonna take all fuckin’ night for one of us to pin the other and still have a hand free to use the marker. It just won’t fuckin’ work.”

“All right asshole, I’ll tell ya what. If I don’t pin you and have you marked in twenty minutes, then you’ll be declared winner. I’ll forfeit to you, and your boy here,”

TJ pointed over to Trevor, “can be the official timekeeper.”

Kyle grinned cockily, obviously feeling he’d just manipulated TJ into giving him a clear advantage. “Cool,” he said. I could tell that Kyle was really positive now that he’d win and get the video back. He was probably also excited by the idea of getting his c**k sucked by TJ. All he had to do was outlast TJ. He didn’t actually even have to really win, but merely avoid being pinned himself.

“Dude, are you sure you wanna agree to this?” Brian asked. “He doesn’t even gotta pin you in order to win?” Brian was staring right at TJ, clearly thinking TJ must have lost his mind.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” said TJ. “Now let’s get started.

Neither one of the athletes wore head gear, but other than that, they both were in full uniform. I was surprised Kyle’s wasn’t the same color as TJ’s since they both were on the same wrestling team. Kyle was wearing a red uniform that bore our school logo.

Obviously TJ had bought the one he was wearing because he thought it looked cool. He definitely was right. He looked scorching hot.

Brian and Trevor moved back away from the mat as TJ and Kyle began to stare each other down, both circling the mat. They were in the typical wrestling stance position, hunched over slightly and waiting for the perfect time to make their move. It was Kyle who lunged for TJ first, charging toward his waist. I was careful to keep the camera focused on TJ, and I watched with awe as TJ thwarted Kyle’s effort. Within a split second, he had Kyle on the ground lying on his back, and TJ was atop him in a side mount. Kyle quickly used his leg to slide between TJ’s knees and bucked his body upward, flipping TJ off him. Then Kyle dove on top of TJ, reversing their positions completely. TJ suddenly was on his back and about to be pinned.

Trevor stood on the other side of the mat, cheering and pumping his fist into the air, certain that his bud had already won the match. It was then that Kyle did something absolutely despicable. He brought his knee down hard, slamming it deliberately right into TJ’s groin. I could see the look of sheer agony on TJ’s face as he winced from the excruciating pain. I knew that familiar sensation, that dull ache that shoots right up into the center of your gut when you get your nuts jolted in any way.

TJ’s stamina was amazing, though, for he didn’t appear to acknowledge defeat as Kyle slid completely atop him in a full mount position. I zoomed the camera to take a close up of TJ’s face. He maintained such a look of determination I could tell he was furious in spite of his obvious pain. Suddenly TJ strained and thrust his body upward, while pulling his hands free of Kyle and bucked his opponent off from him. TJ then lunged for Kyle and slammed him flat on his back. Quickly TJ topped him in the exact same position where Kyle had kneed him, only now their roles were reversed. TJ then brought his knee down, exactly as Kyle had done, and slammed Kyle’s nuts ferociously.

As Kyle screamed in torment, TJ repeated this action slamming him mercilessly a second time, then a third. TJ then backed off, staring down at Kyle as he started to curl into a fetal position. “You motherfucker!” TJ screamed at him. “You fuckin’ wanna play dirty, bring it fuckin’ on!”

TJ knelt over Kyle with each leg on either side of the whimpering jock. He sat atop Kyle in the same exact manner that he’d pinned me two days prior. This seemed to be TJ’s preferred position when he was ready to open a can of whup-ass. Kyle was now lying prone beneath him, and TJ easily used his knees to pin down Kyle’s elbows. TJ

then looked over toward the edge of the mat, seeing that he couldn’t reach the marker he needed in order to finalize the pin. My heart was pounding and I wanted to shout and cheer for TJ but could only stand there silently and continue to operate the camera.

Quickly he dismounted Kyle and lunged for the marker. Kyle, who was still writhing in agonizing pain, rolled over on his side, trying to scramble as far away from TJ  as possible. It was only a couple seconds later, though, when TJ returned, again dropping down on top of Kyle. Kyle kicked his feet helplessly and tried flailing his arms, but TJ had descended upon him too quickly. This time TJ leaned forward in a very deliberate way and shoved his crotch right into Kyle’s face. I could see the muscles of TJ’s buttocks flex as he ground his bulge repeatedly into the face of the all-but-defeated cocky jock beneath him. Brian was the one who was cheering now, egging TJ

on. “Pin him, dude! Pin the motherfucker!”

TJ did exactly that, once more sliding his knees onto Kyle’s outstretched arms and sitting comfortably on Kyle’s chest. TJ looked down at Kyle triumphantly as he snapped the cap off the marker. Then in one smooth movement, he lowered the marker and sliced a large red “L” onto Kyle’s forehead. There was no question whatsoever TJ had defeated him. Brian was now jumping in the air, pointing his finger directly at Kyle and jeering, “Loser, you fuckin’ suck!” TJ quickly dismounted Kyle and started to high five Brian as the two of them laughed and shouted. Brian grabbed TJ’s wrist and pulled his arm in the air, officially declaring him the winner.

Trevor just stood there, not really knowing what to do, and moved tentatively toward Kyle. “Back off, f**k face,” commanded Brian. “He lost and now he’s gotta pay his dues.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Kyle moaned, raising himself to a kneeling position on the mat.

“Come on, Trevor, let’s get the f**k outta here.” Trevor again took a step towards his friend, and this time Brian intercepted him, doubling his fist as he did so.

“I said, back the f**k off!” Brian was now furious. Trevor seemed uncertain and frightened. Finally, having no choice, he took a step back off the mat.

“Come on, man!” Kyle pleaded. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“You made a deal, hot shot,” TJ said to him as he towered over the loser. “When you make a bet with someone, you gotta be prepared to pay up if you lose. And motherfucker, you lost!” Brian and TJ both laughed together.

“Fag!” TJ shouted as he looked directly at the mirror. “Come on out!”

Quickly I snatched up the items TJ had given me and dashed out the doorway, still clutching the video camera as I did so. TJ reached out and grabbed the cuffs from me, and I noticed a look of horror sweep over Kyle’s face. I grinned down at him cheerfully.

“I brought you your bracelets, Kyle,” I said. I knew I shouldn’t have said such a thing to him, but I simply couldn’t help myself. TJ and Brian thought it was funny, though, and again burst into laughter.

“Go get another set of cuffs from the drawer in my bedroom,” TJ ordered me, and as I did so he turned his attention to Kyle. When I had returned, Kyle was already cuffed and kneeling in the center of the mat. I could tell how frightened he was, for he was literally trembling. I related well to the feeling but had no sympathy for him whatsoever.

As soon as Trevor realized that the second set of cuffs was for him, he started to panic, and dashed quickly towards the other side of the room. He was making a run for the staircase. Brian descended upon him and tackled him about halfway through the rec room. Placing his knee in Trevor’s back, he jerked his arms backward and securely clicked the wrist cuffs in place. Then he dragged his captive over to the mat. He made him kneel there to watch his friend’s humiliation.

Kyle now was completely in a state of panic. Most likely the pain in his balls was just starting to subside and he was probably far more concerned about what he knew was going to happen. He looked up at TJ who was now standing directly in front of him and began to beg. “Please, man! Please, let’s just forget this. You won and you’ve even got it on video. You’ve got proof you beat me, so please just let me go!” Kyle’s voice was high pitched, far from the cocky timbre he had used when he had first arrived.

“Shut up, b***h,” TJ said to him. “I’ve been waiting for years to put you in your place, and now I’m gonna use you like the faggot b***h that you really are.”

“f**k you!” Kyle cried out to him angrily. He now was both furious and terrified.

He was actually whimpering but somehow trying to hold onto at least a tiny shred of his pride.

“Okay,” said TJ smugly. “Sounds like a good idea!” TJ reached up and slid his arms through the shoulder straps of his singlet, allowing it to slip down his body. I could see the outline of his humongous c**k, noticing it had gotten quite a bit harder than the last time I’d checked. It was like his c**k knew it was soon gonna be sliding into a warm hole and was getting very excited about it.

“I’m never gonna do it!” Kyle screamed. “I’m never gonna suck you. I’ll bite it off first!”

TJ just laughed at him and held up the nose plugs. As TJ reached down to pull them onto Kyle’s head, Kyle tried squirming away from him. He tried desperately to get to his feet, but TJ had a firm grip on his head and he pulled the elastic cord easily around Kyle. Then he snapped the nose plugs in place, securely pinching them together around Kyle’s nostrils.

Then TJ lifted his foot up slightly and pressed it hard against Kyle’s tender nutsac.

“You’re not gonna bite me, b***h, or you’ll get a major lesson in pain tolerance! You think your nuts hurt now, you don’t know the fuckin’ half of it!”

Brian and I both looked at TJ and then back at each other. “This is gonna be good,”

he said, then laughed.

“Once I get my c**k in there, if you wanna be able to breathe, you better suck it real fuckin’ good, then maybe I’ll think about taking off the nose plugs. If I feel your teeth even once, I’ll crush your fuckin’ nuts, you motherfucker!”

Kyle stared up at TJ, wide-eyed. Tears were forming in his eyes already and the action hadn’t even started. I was thrilled to see this cocky jock kneeling there, suddenly reduced to such a humiliating state. He was nothing now, just a faggot like me, and my heart swelled as I watched it. Now Kyle was about to find out how it felt to be bullied, and it was about f*****g time!

I understood exactly how Kyle felt, especially since I’d found myself in that position three times that week. The absolute worst thing about it was being defenseless, unable to fight back in any way. He knew something terribly unpleasant was about to happen to him. He knew it would hurt and he’d be humiliated and debased. He knew the one who was doing it to him would enjoy every f*****g second of it and continue until he was completely satisfied—and there wasn’t a damned thing Kyle could do to stop any of it! What was even worse than all of this was the fact that he’d be forced not only to endure the torture, but also to actively participate. He had to suck TJ’s c**k when he slid it into his mouth. He had to painstakingly concentrate on not scraping TJ with his teeth. Kyle had no choice about it at all, because if he failed in any way, he’d suffer major consequences. And if all that wasn’t bad enough, he also knew very early on that he didn’t have any control. If he was uncomfortable or hurting, he wouldn’t have an option of switching positions or resisting. His dominator would do what felt good to him and not give a rat’s ass about how Kyle felt.

Kyle’s plight was even worse than mine for two reasons. First of all, he wasn’t some shy loner like me. I’d gotten used to being ridiculed my whole life, but Kyle liked being top dog. Though accustomed to being in control, he’d understand what it felt like to be controlled. This turn of events was probably like waking up one morning and realizing he’d died and gone to Hell. The second reason it was so horrible for him was because he had an audience. Not only was his best friend  sitting there being forced to watch everything, but there were also two other spectators. I could only imagine how he must’ve felt as we excitedly cheered TJ on and encouraged him to proceed with the humiliation. Kyle must have felt like one of the Christians who’d been thrown into the Coliseum with a den of lions. The bloodthirsty mob of spectators was cheering, enjoying every second of his demise.

But Kyle did have a couple things going for him that I hadn’t been privileged to receive. For one, he was wearing knee pads, and for another, he was on a padded mat.

In addition to that, he was a wrestler whose body was toned perfectly, so he wasn’t going to suffer as much physically as I had when TJ skull f****d me. Kyle’s torture was far more mental. He was being reduced in status, degraded and demoralized. As soon as his lips were around TJ’s c**k, he would forever be emasculated. TJ might as well have taken out a knife and cut Kyle’s balls right off, for he’d surely never be a man again, at least not from his own perspective.

Kyle clenched his teeth and peeled back his lips slightly. This allowed him to suck in air through his mouth without opening it. He was still being defiant, but TJ didn’t seem bothered in the least, and he positioned himself directly in front of Kyle. He planted his legs firmly on the ground on either side of Kyle, and he looked triumphant.

He grabbed Kyle’s head with both hands and pulled it toward himself, thrusting his hips forward as he did so and rubbed Kyle’s face back and forth across his bulge. Brian burst into laughter. This only encouraged TJ. He started to mockingly hump Kyle’s face while holding him against the bulge in his tight-fitting singlet.  Not only did this humiliate Kyle, it also smothered him. TJ ground Kyle’s face into his groin so he couldn’t breathe. Soon Kyle would be gasping, and he’d have to open his mouth in order to inhale.

When TJ finally pulled Kyle’s head back a few inches and stared down at him, Kyle’s jaw dropped open as he gasped. He sucked in some air quickly as TJ mocked him with sadistic laughter. “You ready to cooperate and open your mouth, b***h? Or am I gonna have to crush your balls a little more?”

Kyle stared up at TJ defiantly, suddenly twisting his shoulders as he tried to pull away from his captor. TJ raised his foot and slammed it violently into Kyle’s groin. He grabbed Kyle’s shoulders and carelessly shoved him backward. Kyle fell to the mat, once more curling into a fetal position as he cried in agony. TJ towered over him, showing no emotion whatsoever. He placed his foot right on top of Kyle’s pain-contorted face. Then with the sole of his wrestling shoe, he ground Kyle’s head into the mat. “You’re gonna suck me b***h! Do you fuckin’ understand?”

Kyle cried out again, obviously from the excruciating pain. “Oh god!”

“Answer me!” TJ demanded, increasing the pressure on the side of Kyle’s face.

Finally Kyle broke down and sobbed, and I knew he’d been broken. “Yes!” he said.

“Just let me up, please!”

I wanted to jump up and cheer. TJ was going to f**k Kyle’s face and do it right in front of me. This would be way too good.

TJ reached down and jerked Kyle back up to his knees. He resumed his position in front of the defeated jock, and quickly pushed the sides of his singlet down over his hips. He pulled the front down over his huge bulge and released his c**k. He was rock-f*****g hard as it popped out for all to see. Without wasting any time, he grabbed hold of Kyle’s head and pressed his cockhead right against Kyle’s lips. “Open up, fag!” Kyle demanded, and reluctantly Kyle parted his lips. As his jaw dropped open, TJ thrust forward, sliding into him forcefully, burying his c**k all the way in one smooth motion.

Kyle gagged violently, and his jaw reflexively gaped open. TJ ground his c**k deep into the jock’s throat. Brian and I cheered excitedly. I could hear Brian beside me screaming, “f**k yeah!” as he triumphantly pumped his fist in the air.

TJ held Kyle all the way down on his shaft until he’d completely stopped gagging.

Then TJ said to him calmly, “I’m gonna f**k your throat now, fag. I know it’s hard to fuckin’ breathe since your nose is plugged, so make sure I don’t feel any teeth. If you suck it right, I’ll take the plugs off and let you breathe. If you scrape me with your teeth, you’re not gonna have any nuts left.”

Then TJ began the skull f**k. I watched in awe as he held Kyle’s head firmly with both hands and began to thrust his c**k in and out of Kyle’s gaping mouth. Although I’d previously been on the receiving end of this sort of assault, this was my first time witnessing it as a bystander. I was mesmerized by the magnificence  of TJ’s form. The sheer strength of TJ’s biceps as they flexed while continuously and rhythmically pumping Kyle’s head on his c**k was nearly breathtaking. Well, actually it was literally breathtaking for Kyle. TJ’s clearly defined and chiseled pecs were glistening with sweat, and his abs were so meticulously cut that I could see every ripple as he thrust. He mercilessly delivered thrust after painful thrust to Kyle’s vulnerable throat, offering virtually no respite. Thirty or forty thrusts later, TJ finally reached over to the strap holding Kyle’s nose plug in place and carelessly ripped it from Kyle’s head. TJ then backed out slightly from Kyle’s throat but did not pull all the way out of his mouth.

Kyle’s jaw opened wide around the shaft as he desperately gasped for breath.

TJ allowed him this luxury only briefly and then quickly thrust back into him. As he buried his ramrod deep into Kyle for the second time, Kyle once again erupted into a violent fit of gagging. I saw the look of triumph on TJ’s face as this occurred. It was so obvious that he enjoyed hearing his captive choke. To add to Kyle’s humiliation, Brian cheered or made some sort of derisive remark every time Kyle gagged. “f**k yeah! Gag that b***h, TJ!” Brian also was now holding the cell phone, taping segments of the action. “I’m gonna zoom in, Teej, give me a good close up of him choking!” TJ obliged his friend’s request by burying his bone as deep as it would go while gripping Kyle’s head firmly. I could see the muscles in TJ’s buttocks contract every time he thrust like that. Kyle gagged uncontrollably while TJ and Brian both laughed.

For the next five minutes TJ raped Kyle’s throat with abandon, f*****g it as if it were a w***e’s p***y. As he continued to mercilessly drill the imprisoned jock, the speed of his thrusts increased. Beads of sweat trickled down TJ’s smooth chest and his body seemed to glisten as if it had been greased up or slathered with suntan oil. Kyle must’ve assumed that his torture was over when TJ finally pulled out of him. Kyle slumped backwards, resting his buttocks on his heels as he gasped for breath. There were tears flowing freely down his face, possibly the result of weeping or simply the result of his violent gagging.

TJ stepped away from Kyle, but didn’t take his eyes off of him. He stared down as if admiring the way he’d reduced his nemesis to the lowest and most humble state imaginable. TJ’s c**k stood tall and rigid like a flagpole, and it shone from Kyle’s spit.

Immediately the expression “knob polisher” came to mind, and I wanted desperately to shout it out at Kyle. I just stood there, though, staring in awe at my triumphant owner.

TJ then reached down to pull his tight singlet the rest of the way off his body. As Kyle stared up at him, I knew that the humiliated jock was starting to experience another wave of panic. The fact that TJ had stopped the skull f**k momentarily was actually the cruelest of tortures. It had briefly afforded Kyle a false hope that it was over, but when he saw TJ stripping in front of him, he knew it was just the beginning. I watched intently as Kyle squirmed in his restraints. He strained against the handcuffs, futilely pulling against them in an effort to wriggle his sturdy jock hands through the narrow metal openings. Kyle then began to raise his leg, trying to balance himself in an effort to stand. I really did not know his intention, whether he thought he’d be able to make a run for it or try to somehow challenge TJ once more. It really didn’t matter, though, for by the time he had the sole of his shoe planted on the mat, TJ had already finished removing his singlet, and he raised his own foot, shoving it forcefully into Kyle’s chest. This blow knocked the exhausted jock backwards, and he fell onto his own cuffed arms. He cried out in agony as TJ brought his foot back down, planting it directly into Kyle’s groin. This was now about the fifth time he’d taken a hit to the balls.

Then TJ quickly dropped down on top of Kyle, assuming the school-boy pin position. “Open!” TJ demanded as he pointed his throbbing c**k toward Kyle’s mouth.

Kyle had virtually no choice but to obey, and TJ slid back into him smoothly.

The only articles of clothing that TJ was now wearing were his wrestling shoes and his socks. He dug the toes of his shoes into the mat for traction and placed his hands flat on the mat in front of himself, behind Kyle’s head. Then he proceeded to face f**k him in push-up fashion. Watching TJ in that position was nearly enough to make me come right in my pants for I could see the ripple of TJ’s broad shoulders, the flexing of his biceps, the cut of his tight six-pack abs and the strength of his powerful legs. Literally every part of TJ was perfectly toned and smooth. He truly was a dominant jock god!

I knew what was about to happen, for I’d experienced it myself just days earlier.

The way Kyle had been gagging was a clear indication this throat wouldn’t be able to endure these kinds of thrusts much longer. He looked like he might puke. It wasn’t even a full thirty seconds later when TJ buried his c**k deep down Kyle’s throat. Kyle’s torso quickly began to spasm and his jaw jerked open repeatedly  as he wretched. It must’ve been all he could do to keep from spewing as he gagged repeatedly. Brian was ecstatic, making grotesque sounds such as “Eww, fuckin’ gross!” while laughing hysterically.

TJ kept his c**k buried in his victim’s throat, completely ignoring Kyle’s discomfort. I loved seeing the way TJ’s abs tightened as he finally reached the point of no return. Kyle lay there, trapped beneath him, his eyes wide open with fear. Then TJ

thrust deep inside him one final time, burying his shaft balls-deep. “f**k yeah!” he screamed, “Drink it, b***h!”

I already knew so well how powerful TJ’s cumloads were, but observing it this way was truly beyond spectacular. TJ’s moan of pleasure was more than just an expression of satisfaction. It was his final declaration of dominance. As he kept his c**k buried deep inside his defeated opponent, I empathized with Kyle’s humiliation. I knew he’d felt the rush of TJ’s load while it was triggered into his c**k, and I knew that he was fully aware that he was going to be gulping down a massive spray of jock seed. That was why his eyes had widened in fear the way they had.

These few brief seconds are the most exhilarating for the throat-f*****g Top. In this particular instance the overwhelming feeling of superiority must have been even more heightened for TJ, for he was draining his load into the gut of his most bitter enemy, and he did so with gusto!

The pumping of TJ’s load into Kyle’s throat was so copious that within seconds, it began to ooze from Kyle’s mouth and nose. TJ continued to impale him all the while, and remained deep inside the tight throat until he was completely finished shooting. As this was occurring, I could see the movement of Kyle’s Adam’s apple, indicating he was gulping furiously. He had no choice! TJ was inside him so deeply that the only place for the c*m to go was down. The backwash that had oozed from his mouth was merely overflow.

I was certain when TJ finally slid out of his cocksucker that the whole ordeal was finally over. He had humiliated his enemy in the worst possible way. He had clearly established himself as the reigning alpha male. He had literally crushed and debased Kyle in a manner that was beyond explanation. What more did he now need to do?

Just as I was thinking these things, TJ roughly pulled Kyle back into a kneeling position and resumed his dominant stance over him. His now semi-soft c**k was pointed once again at Kyle’s mouth, and TJ was smiling down in a hideously sadistic manner. He then used his left hand to reach down and grab Kyle’s right ear. His fingers clenched it tightly and he began to twist. “Open!” he once more commanded, and Kyle involuntarily obliged him as he let out a scream of pain. TJ used his free right hand to steer his c**k directly towards Kyle’s mouth and rested its bulbous head right on Kyle’s lips. Then he began to piss!

“Keep it open!” TJ demanded as he twisted Kyle’s ear. The flow of TJ’s piss was like a torrent as it flooded Kyle’s mouth. The exhausted victim began to cough and gag again and tried closing his mouth, but TJ continued with his torturous grip on the jock’s ear. The majority of TJ’s piss ended up in the same place  his c*m had just been deposited, and the amount that didn’t make it was all over Kyle’s face and clothes.

When TJ finally finished draining his bladder, he carelessly tossed Kyle back to the ground. Utterly defeated, Kyle curled up on the mat and finally vomited.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” TJ said to Brian and me. “Uncuff ‘em and get ‘em the f**k outta here!” He turned and looked down to Kyle’s handcuffed friend, Trevor. “If you say one fuckin’ word about any of this to anyone, you’ll get the same treatment.”

Trevor cried as Brian shoved him and his humiliated friend toward the staircase.