Owned By TJ

Chapter 3

Chapter Three Blowing Brian

While Brian was upstairs letting Kyle and Trevor out, TJ and I remained alone in the basement. He pulled his singlet up to his waist but still remained bare chested. I stared at him and noticed how his entire upper body was glazed with a coating of shiny sweat. He seemed proud of himself for defeating his enemy, and I too was proud of him. In fact, my worshipful feelings seemed to have increased at least tenfold.

Everything I’d been put through, including the sadistic discipline session, the snot-burger sandwich, the violent face-f*****g blowjobs, and even the way he’d pimped me out to Kyle—all of this was now worth it. Seeing Kyle humbled made every second of my previous suffering worth it.

It also thrilled me to think about the fact that TJ had entrusted me with the responsibility of filming the momentous event. The fact he’d allowed me to witness this spectacle and also be an active participant in the implementation of his master plan made me feel somewhat proud of myself as well. Up until this point I’d repeatedly reassured myself I was serving a purpose for TJ by preparing his homework assignments and gratifying him sexually, but the manner in which I’d served him tonight was so much more special. It was like I was his cohort. He’d let me in on a plan, and given me a pivotal role.

When TJ spoke to me I was reminded again how important my job had been. “Did you get everything on film, fag?” he asked.

“Yes, sir! And I got some great zoom shots while you were pinning him… and while you were skull-f*****g him.”

TJ laughed. “Sounds weird to hear you talk like that. Guess you must’ve liked it, huh?”

“Oh my god! It was so awesome, sir! I’ve always hated Kyle’s guts. He’s been so mean to me all my life. I’m happy you ground him under your feet like that. I don’t even feel one bit sorry for him. Not one bit.”

TJ smirked as he looked down at me. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so cocky. Couple days ago it was you gettin’ your throat f****d. I can do it again anytime I want.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered. “But with me… um… well it’s like you’ve said over and over. I’m a fag. I was born to serve jocks like you. But with Kyle—it’s different.

He’s a jock himself. Just think how mortified he must be right now.”

“I know,” he agreed. “I love it. I don’t think he’ll have the balls to ever f**k with me again. But don’t forget who and what you are. You’re just a faggot slave. You’re no better than that wimp, Kyle. In fact, you’re much less than him. At least he’s a jock—a pathetic one—but still that’s better than being a fag like you. And right now I’m sure you feel like hot s**t ’cause you watched some dude you don’t like get a c**k shoved down his throat, but for you it is an everyday occurrence. Sucking d**k is what you were born for.”

I looked up at TJ in stunned silence then quickly averted my eyes to look down at the ground. His words cut me to the quick and made me feel about three inches tall. He was right, though. As pathetic as Kyle and his crony Trevor were, I was even worse.

Certainly TJ proved he was the alpha male of the jock clique, but I wasn’t even in the same league. Jocks like TJ and Kyle were above me, and no matter how low Kyle sank, I’d always be lower.

“Just remember one thing, fag,” TJ added. “You were ordered here tonight to be my slave. You got to see all this because I needed another pair of hands to make a video, and I knew that you’d do exactly what I told you because you have no choice in the matter. You’re my property, and I’m gonna use you for whatever the f**k pleases me and suits my purpose.”

Feeling deflated, I continued to look down at the floor. “Yes, sir,” I said, acknowledging his reprimand.

“Get busy cleaning this s**t up. These mats need to be wiped completely clean, and make sure you get every drop of puke and sweat off of ‘em before you fold ‘em up. I’m hopping in the shower as soon as Brian comes back. You’re gonna blow him when you’re done cleaning up.”

I looked up at TJ in surprise, not certain I’d heard him correctly.

“Hurry up!” he said, “Get busy. Don’t keep my bud waiting.”

I headed for the bathroom to get the towels and cleaning spray I needed to wipe down the mats. When I got back, Brian had returned. He and TJ were sitting in the rec room each drinking a Coke. I glanced over at them as they talked with one another, acting like I didn’t even exist. I dropped to my knees and began wiping the mats.

It took me about twenty minutes to get the mats cleaned and folded up. I then dragged them back into the storage room. I looked over to the rec room and saw Brian sitting alone, watching television. TJ must be in the shower. I wondered if he expected me to go into the rec room and approach Brian or wait for him to get done with his shower so he could be there to watch. I remembered he said to hurry up and get the mats clean and not keep his bud waiting, so I thought it best to go in there and see what Brian expected.

I hesitantly eased my way closer to Brian and stepped into the den-like room where he sat comfortably. I started feeling extremely nervous. By this point, I should’ve been used to my job as jock cocksucker. However, I was more nervous than I had even been while servicing Kyle. With both Kyle and TJ, I was in a situation where I was being forced to suck them, and at the time I didn’t think too much of either of them. In fact, the first time I sucked TJ, I felt contempt for him. My feelings for Kyle were nothing short of outright hatred. But Brian was different. I had known him for a very long time, and I’d always liked him, even considered him a friend.

I worried about what Brian must now think of me. He’d certainly figured out I was TJ’s slave. He’d heard TJ giving me orders. He’d heard him calling me “fag.” He saw me rush over to obey TJ, and he even sat there sharing a Coke with TJ while I knelt in the next room, doing manual labor. TJ must have told him that I was a cocksucker and offered him my services. Now he sat there waiting for me. I wondered what exactly went through his mind when TJ explained how he owned me.

As I stood there a few feet from Brian, just barely breaching the archway of the rec room, I tried to find my voice to greet him. I felt as if I was going to start trembling and I was so self-conscious my cheeks seemed to be flushed. I probably was beet red with embarrassment. What I really wanted to do was just go back to the other room and wait for TJ. There was no way to get out of obeying TJ’s order, but perhaps I could put it off until he was there to initiate things. Just as I was about to turn around, Brian looked over at me and made eye contact.

“Hey,” he said, his own voice sounding a little nervous. “What’s up?”

I shrugged and looked at him, then quickly looked down at the floor. “Well… um,”

I stammered. “Um… uh… TJ said I was supposed to come see you.”

“Yeah,” Brian said, and looked back at the television set. “He said… um… well, you know what he probably said.”

“Well… um… are you ready?”

“Jason,” Brian said after a long pause, “why do you do this? How can you let yourself be treated like that?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. At this point I literally was starting to tremble.

“I guess I don’t have much choice in the matter.”

“Dude, no one’s forcing you. Even TJ can’t force you… unless you’re stupid enough to make a bet with him like jackass Kyle.” He snickered. “You must do it ’cause you like it.”

I thought for a minute before answering. A part of me wanted to blurt out all that had happened. I wanted to confide in Brian how TJ had manipulated me into being his slave. I wanted to tell him the whole story about the homework assignments and how he’d threatened me, punched me, kidnapped me, and tied me up. I wanted to tell him how he conned my mom into believing him.

There was another part of me, however, that didn’t want to share any of that with Brian. In spite of the forceful tactics that TJ had used to take control of me, I also knew that deep inside I’d always wanted to serve him. I’d always secretly fantasized about being intimate with TJ. I’d always worshipped him as a larger-than-life hero. When Brian said that I must like it, he wasn’t far from the truth. There was a part of me that liked it. A part of me craved being under TJ’s control. A part of me had felt validated when I finally submitted to him. Like the first time, when he cuffed to the bedrails forced me to suck him off, I was rock hard. Then as I lay there afterward watching the videotape, I wasn’t repulsed by what I saw. I was completely turned on. “Yeah,” I admitted, “I do like it. I worship guys like TJ. I like to please him.”

“But dude, listen to yourself! You’re admitting that you’re inferior. It’s just not normal for a dude to like being bossed around by another dude.”

“Well…” I paused before continuing. “Honestly it doesn’t really matter if I like it or not. I do it because I have to. I have no choice but to do what TJ says. I know you don’t understand that. You think I should have the guts to just stand up to him and say no if I don’t wanna do something. But I’m starting to learn that even trying to challenge him is just not worth it. It’s much better to just obey him. In the end, making him happy makes my own life a lot easier, and that’s what also makes me happy.”

“So you don’t like sucking c**k? You just do it because he orders you to?”

I looked Brian right in the eye, not certain if I was capable of answering his question honestly. My heart beat rapidly and I felt shaky. I knew my answer would determine whether or not he was willing to accept TJ’s offer and allow me to blow him. If I told him I didn’t like it, he’d decline. I really didn’t think I wanted him to do that. I felt sort of excited about serving this guy I’d always liked.

“Brian,” I said, “I’m gay. I guess I’ve always known that about myself. I get excited even thinking about pleasing other guys—especially jock guys like you. Don’t get me wrong—it’s not like I’m some sort of gay w***e. I’ve only ‘been with’ two other guys, and one of ‘em was TJ. But yeah, that part of it is honestly something I like.”

“Really? This is totally wild. So it doesn’t bother you that TJ offered to let you give me head? Don’t you think you should’ve been the one to offer if it’s what you really want?”

“Would it make you feel better if I offered it myself?”

Brian smiled at me. “Well yeah,” he said, “If it’s what you want, you should say so.

I don’t wanna force you to do anything like that… unless, um, you enjoy it.”

“Okay,” I said, “I want to blow you. I hope you’ll let me… please.”

Brian laughed again. “Only problem is that I’m not gay. No offense. I’ve never had any kind of s*x with another dude, and I like chicks.”

“Well, do you think TJ is gay?”

“f**k no!” Brian snickered. “You better lower your voice when you say that.”

“Yeah, well you saw him face-f**k Kyle. That doesn’t make him a fag. If anything, it makes Kyle one.”

“True, but that was the ultimate way to humiliate him. Plus it was a bet.”

“My point is that getting your d**k sucked by a guy doesn’t make you gay. It only means you like getting head. If you let me blow you, all you gotta do is enjoy how it feels. You don’t have to return the favor in any way. It’s completely one-way. You’re the jock, and I’m the fag. You deserve to be served, and it’s my job to please you.”

“You swallow?” he asked, grinning at me evilly.

“Of course,” I said. “What kind of blowjob would it be if I didn’t even swallow?”

“All right, then what’re you waiting for?” he asked, and I stepped over in front of him and dropped to my knees.

Brian was about six feet tall and had what I’d characterize as a swimmer’s build. He was lean yet tightly defined. He sat comfortably in the throne chair, his legs spread wide apart. I knelt there in front of him and scanned his entire body. He wore Nike sneaks and straight-legged, silver-tabbed Levis. He had on a sport’s jersey and a baseball cap. Everything about his appearance was All-American, the quintessential jock.

I scooted closer to him, tentatively placing my hands against his inner thighs, and he spread his legs apart even further. I looked up at his face and saw him staring down at me intently.

“You really do want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper. I nodded, feeling no need to verbalize my answer. He slid down in the chair and unbuckled his jeans. Slowly he lowered his fly and thrust his hips upwards in order to pull down his pants. Quick to assist him, I grabbed both pant legs and tugged carefully.

When I got his jeans down past his butt, he sat back in the chair, and I bent over to untie his shoes.

One at a time, I unlaced his sneakers and pulled them off. Then he raised his feet from the ground, allowing me to pull his jeans completely off. Now he sat there wearing only his jersey, underwear, and socks. I then reached up and rubbed my fingers gently across the front of his white briefs. I could see the outline of his c**k, and it was pointing toward his left hip. He was already rock hard!

I ran my fingers across the outline, gently stroking it through the fabric. I felt my heart race in anticipation, knowing it would be only seconds until I unleashed it from the confines of the fabric cage. I bent toward him, moving my head down into his lap and very worshipfully kissed his still-concealed c**k. Brian reached for his waistband, apparently not wanting to wait another second longer, and I assisted him as before, anxiously peeling down his underwear to completely expose him.

There it was, a throbbing, eight-inch fuckpole. It jutted out proudly, almost begging to be taken. It was all I could do to keep from deepthroating it immediately. However, I wanted to afford my jock pal the maximum pleasure so I decided to delay the main event a little longer. Instead of taking his rigid prick into my mouth, I began licking his balls very gently.

Brian moaned and squirmed in his chair. I thrilled to elicit such a response from a man I was serving. He slid down all the way to the edge of the seat and grabbed the armrests. I increased the speed of my lapping, and encircled his nutsac with my tongue.

I used long, sensuous strokes, gently caressing his sensitive testicles. “f**k!” I heard him moan. “Oh god, that feels so fuckin’ good.” He spread his legs as far apart as possible, affording me complete access to him.

Brian smelled of sweat and muskiness, and I could taste his salty perspiration as I tongued his balls. He’d been excited, jumping up and down and pumping his fists as he’d cheered on TJ during the wrestling match. Then he’d dragged Trevor upstairs and thrown him out. The sheer adrenaline was enough for him to work up a sweat. The more I licked, the more I wanted him. I wanted to take all of him inside me, and I didn’t think I could wait a moment longer.

I began to lick my way up his shaft. As my tongue and lips connected with his pole, he stopped squirming, apparently because it was his nutsac that was extremely ticklish.

He moaned with pleasure as I licked underneath his bulbous cockhead. “Uhhh, f**k! Oh god… feels good!”

I couldn’t wait any longer and slid slightly upward to wrap my lips around the crown of his c**k. Quickly I glanced up at him, seeing he had his eyes closed. Right then he opened them and looked down at me. “Take it,” he encouraged me, “please.”

I then thrust myself forward and with one smooth motion impaled myself on his huge c**k. I felt the rigid yet smooth shaft slide across my tongue and into the back of my throat. He bucked his hips involuntarily, again moaning with pleasure. I heard his hands digging into the chair arms, and I knew he probably had thrown his head back and curled his toes in ecstasy.

Then I began to really suck him, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft. I increased the suction to the greatest degree I could, yet remained focused on avoiding any contact from my teeth. I started to develop a rhythm, sliding up and down slowly and gradually increasing the pace.

I wanted the experience to be enormously pleasurable for him and unlike any of the three previous times I’d had c**k in my mouth, I wasn’t wishing it to be over as soon as possible. Instead, I wanted to savor the experience. I wanted the taste and smell to last. I wanted the feel of his hard c**k in my mouth to be a lasting memory. I dove down into his pubes, burying my nose in his bush, trying to force his cockhead as deeply into my throat as possible.

I became so focused upon my task of pleasing Brian that I didn’t even hear TJ enter the room. It wasn’t until he spoke that I realized we had an audience. “Grab his head, dude,” he advised Brian. “Use him. Pump him on it.”

Almost immediately Brian complied with the instruction and grabbed my head with both his hands. “There ya go!” TJ praised him. “Face-f**k him.”

It was at that instant the scene changed. No longer was I in control. No longer was I servicing Brian. He was using me to pleasure himself. I suppose part of this was perfectly natural male testosterone. Men have a desire to f**k, and that was what he was doing. Another factor might’ve been that he had an audience. He had to present himself as being in control. He’d never want TJ to think he had any feelings for his cocksucker.

Maybe Brian was having flashbacks of the scene he’d witnessed a few minutes earlier, when TJ skull-f****d Kyle so mercilessly. As Brian continued, he thrust his hips upward and forced me all the down his shaft. A couple times I started gagging, but I remained focused on controlling my gag reflex. I wasn’t sure if Brian was the type to continue if I retched really hard. I didn’t want him to freak and think he was hurting me.

His tightened abs, and the forceful grasp of my head told me he was close. His c**k throbbed in my mouth, a rod of steel. I could hear TJ intermittently laughing and egging him on. Finally he forced me all the way down and held me there, crying out involuntarily, “Unghh, I’m coming!” Then he blasted a gusher—a volcanic eruption--

and I felt every pulse of his c**k against my tongue.

Jet after jet of thick, creamy c*m erupted into my throat, and seconds later I tasted the familiar bitter-salty flavor of semen. I gulped hungrily and continued to drain him until he collapsed backward into the chair and released his grip on my head. I pulled off him slowly, making sure to suck up every drop of his c*m along with my own spittle.

“Oh my god! Dude, that was awesome. Thank you so much!” As I heard Brian expressing his gratitude, my heart swelled. It was so amazing that he’d actually thank me and acknowledge I’d done well. As I pulled my head back to look up into his eyes, my excitement suddenly waned. I realized he wasn’t talking to me at all. He was thanking his bud TJ.

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