Surprise, it's early! Here's the second in my series of Valentine's Day stories, each focusing on a romantic relationship, in some twisted sense. :) My first story was a mostly sweet tale about a man who has a need for crushing people and the willing victim he finds and comes to love. This one is even more twisted. I won't spoil it, but there are some sweet aspects but the relationship in the story relies on darker themes. Hope you like it.
I once again wrote too much for this one so it will need to be posted in two parts. I will post the other part very soon and link it. That's actually why I'm posting early. Wasn't supposed to be until Feb 7 but I will be unavailable and didn't want to queue up two parts.
Nate couldn't believe it. He was sucking his bully's cock! The fag had been tormented by the muscle stud for so long. He never imagined he'd be on his knees deep throating the brute's cock! Ok... well that's not entirely true. He imagines it almost every day. It's his number one fantasy. When he's getting fucked in the ass by some other fag he usually imagines it's John, his big mean bully, thrusting into him.
But it was no longer fantasy. He was actually tasting John's big bully cock. And he was moaning on that cock. And he was gagging. And he was feeling his bully's big hand push him further down on the cock while calling him a faggot. And the fag was falling in love.
It had all happened so fast. Bully and fag had been assigned to be project partners. When the teacher read their names the whole glass laughed a bit. They all knew how John treated Nate. Most had seen John's antics in the hallway, shoving Nate hard against some lockers or just yelling "FAGGOT" in his face as they passed. They may have seen the homework handoff, Nate delivering his bully the homework he had worked on, eyes down, lifting it above while he cowered on the ground in front of the homophobic bully. The same was done with the fag's wallet sometimes. Fewer had seen the bully's more brutal treatment of the fag in the gym locker room. John frequently accused the fag of staring at him, often resulting in powerful slaps to the face by John and a very memorable time, a solid punch to the fag's stomach, eliciting laughs from most of the others in the locker room, while the fag doubled over pathetically.
As Nate remembered these happy memories, it was almost as if John read his mind. He delivered some slaps to the fag's face as the fag throated his powerful cock. "Fucking faggot," said John, disgusted to hear the fag's moans of pleasure as he got slapped in the face. He hoped the moaning would encourage his bully more. The fag wanted him to get even more aggressive with him, totally manhandle him. He'd certainly roughed him up harder at school. John noticed the fag's hard dick. "The rougher I use you, the harder your dick gets faggot," he observed. Nate's only response was to look up into John's eyes and moan as he fucked his face. John momentarily pulled Nate's head off his cock and spit directly into the fag's mouth. He then continued fucking his fag face. "Nasty fag," he said, his cock getting even harder in Nate's mouth.
Most of the other students assumed Nate must hate John. With that sort of treatment, it felt obvious. Who could like their bully? The pathetic faggot Nate could, that's who. So when he heard both of their names together as project partners? Nate's heart skipped a beat. He sheepishly looked over at John to see him staring back at him with a hateful look in his eyes. Nate had seen that look many times, the look of an alpha totally disgusted with a faggot. Nate had to look away quickly, not out of fear exactly, but his dick was automatically responding to that and he didn't want to let out a girly little moan in front of everyone.
When the teacher said to get with your partner (swoon), Nate timidly made his way over to John's desk. John was mindlessly scrolling on his phone when Nate approached. He waited a few seconds by John's desk, and when he wasn't acknowledged said, "Um, obviously I'll do the whole thing by myself." And he would be happy to do it for John. He wanted to make John happy and John obviously did like getting A's with no effort involved. Nate was surprised by John's response. "No, come over to my house after school, I'll text you my address," said John. Nate's stomach dropped.
Go over... to John's house? His bully - his god's - house? Nate's phone dinged in his pocket and he just stared blankly in disbelief. He was scared obviously. John was rough enough with him in a public place, what could he possibly do at his own home? The possibilities frightened and excited the young fag. Nate took his phone out and looked at the text, saving the address under John's contact name. He briefly looked at their existing text thread. It was just John demanding things from Nate. "Money, tomorrow fag." "This weekend sucked, you're really getting it tomorrow." "This paper better be A+ material fag." and the occasional random "Fuck you fag." At the time of receiving those texts, Nate would have been shocked to know that many of them had been sent one handed, with John's big bully cock in other hand, wishing it was Nate's warm mouth instead of his hand.
The rest of the school day was a blur to Nate. He didn't mention anything to his friends, even when they brought up what an asshole John was. He couldn't think of anything else. Truth be told, John was thinking about it too. The fact that they were partners in this project was a surprise to him as well. But he felt this opened up a chance to try something he'd been thinking about for a long time. He didn't have a lot of time to think about it. The fag was coming over to his desk... now or never he thought. And so he did it. No going back now.
John had a girlfriend at the beginning of the semester but she broke up with him. She called him selfish and an asshole. She was right, he was. In John's mind, why wouldn't he be? Yes, he was arrogant, but he had a reason to be. She was lucky to have him and stupid to leave. Whatever. A week after they broke up John was jacking off, something he wasn't used to when his ex was around (another reason she left him: his insatiable sexual appetite). While he was jacking his dick, he was thinking of his ex kneeling in front of him sucking him off. He wished he had a mouth, a hand just wasn't the same. He was watching (straight) porn, jacking off his cock with longs strokes when he looked down at his spread legs and big cock. In his mind, he was wanting to imagine his ex slurping on his cock. Instead, he saw the brown eyes of one of the fags he tormented, Nate. He shuddered at the depraved, disgusting thought he had. His body got hot all over - he was suddenly embarrassed, disgusted, and angry. But also horny, incredibly horny. His cock was pulsing in his hand as his imagined that little fairy sucking his cock.
It was at that moment that John sent Nate a random hate text - "fuck you fag". It made him even harder sending that. He imagined Nate reading it and it got him hotter. He imagined the look on that fag's dumb face. Fuuuucccckkkk, that fucking fag. He made him so angry and yet horny. He had felt this sort of testosterone-fueled sex-drive when fucking a girl before. He felt like he just wanted to pound her fucking pussy so hard. Destroy it. But he had never felt that way towards a guy before, much less a little fag. He didn't want to fuck him though. Or wait... did he? A guilty thought while masturbating was enough. Now he imagined being at school and slamming Nate into the lockers, as he usually did. But this time, Nate is naked, and John pushed him face first into the lockers. John had noticed it before but hadn't allowed himself to think about it but looking back at their times in the locker room, Nate had a little bubble fuck. A fuckable bubble butt. In his mind, John slaps his ass as he pushed Nate forcefully against the lockers. He hears Nate squeel and moan as he slaps his ass hard and it fuels John's boner even more. Before he knows it, John is entering Nate's hole, in his mind. In front of everyone. He takes Nate right there in the locker room, calling him all sorts of derogatory things. And with that, John shot a huge load.
It was the next day that John delivered the gutpunch to Nate in the locker rooms, claiming he had been watching him. It wasn't true, Nate had to force himself not to look at John though. Nate was surprised by the gutpunch but found himself masturbating that night about the encounter. John was such a fucking brute. It turned him on. John also found himself once again masturbating about Nate. It wasn't helping anything. He was obsessed with him. That's why he took the opportunity to have Nate at his house.
John opened the door to his home to see Nate standing there. Why did he feel this way just seeing Nate like that? It's like, he wanted to hurt him, fuck him, and... even kiss him? Fuck it was too messed up to think about. And yet he had invited him here himself. The only reason he was in this situation is because he took initiative to make it happen. He wasn't even sure what was going to do. As he waited for Nate to get to his house
"Come up to my room faggot," said John. And then he turned around and went upstairs, leaving Nate at John's door. Nate's heart was beating so fast. His room? His bully's room? The room where he sleeps. And, probably fucked Ashley. Also the room he's probably busted out countless nuts jacking off. Maybe the room where, right now, there were some sweaty, smelly clothes just hanging out in his laundry hamper? Nate had to stop thinking about it, he could already feel himself getting hard and he definitely didn't want John to see that. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the threshold into his bully's house, accepting whatever he had in store. He went upstairs and saw family pictures on the wall. It was weird to see someone who he just considered a rough brute smiling with his family. He seemed to regularly go on family vacations with them. It was odd but he liked getting a different view of his bully who he had only ever seen in one setting.
He approached John's room timidly and slowly walked in. He immediately saw all the trophies on the wall, the medals, and ribbons. Typical - John was a great athlete and a stereotypical jock. It's part of the reason Nate felt so attracted to him. John was sitting at the desk in his room. He had a desktop PC that Nate knew must be for gaming because he certainly wasn't ever doing schoolwork on it. John swiveled his chair around to face Nate as he walked in. Nate couldn't help but notice how John manspreaded in his chair. He felt like he was practically presenting his cock to him to. "So, we've got a project to do right? Or should I say, you've got a project to do it," John said smirking. "You invited me over to your house and you still just want me to do the project?" asked Nate, shocked. Why was he here? He really didn't understand. "Well, I need to supervise. It's going to have my name on it, isn't it?" asked John. "Everything I do for you has your name on it! I do all your homework!" exclaimed Nate, exasperated. Nate of course was right, John knew he really had no logical reason to invite Nate over to work on the project. Of course, that's the last thing John wanted to do with Nate. "Are you just going to beat me up or something?" asked Nate, finally. To be truthful, Nate wouldn't be as disappointed of an outcome where John roughs him up a bit, but this was not in John's mind, not exactly.
"No, like I said, I need to look over you while you work on this project," he said. "So," and as he said that he patted the ground next to him. "This is where you're going to do our project. Underneath me, on the ground, where you belong. And I will look over you." John just smiled at Nate. Nate was confused. "You want me to sit on the ground and work on our project?" he asked. "Yes, bitch, and I don't want to tell you again," said John more forcefully now. Nate was still confused but wasn't looking to get John super mad. He brought himself over to where John was sitting in his desk chair and put his backpack on the ground. He sat himself on the ground, still confused. John wasn't even looking at him, playing something on his computer. "Get to work," he said. Nate did as he was told. But as he settled himself on the ground he began to feel that the natural positions they were in - him on the ground, John sitting above him - felt right and also was turning him on. He was actually pretty close to John. As he started on the project he was being distracted by this fact and the fact that he could see John's black sneakers under his desk, his black socks, and his defined calves. What should be a boring and strange situation was quickly turning into one with sexual power. And he hadn't expected it. He knew he needed to hide this of course. John would certainly not want to have any indication that Nate was enjoying this position.
But John was also enjoying this set up he had concocted. It was all part of the master plan he had come up with just hours before. He was still very nervous but as he felt Nate beside him, dutifully working on HIS project underneath him, he felt a familiar rush of power and hardness in his cock. Between the game he was mindlessly playing, he would cut his eyes down at Nate and every once in a while he would notice Nate looking under the desk at his legs and shoes. This excited him more.
After a while, John decided to take it up a notch. He started messing with his feet until he finally slipped his left shoe off and then his right shoe. Both Nate and John were hit with John's foot stink. Nate was shocked at how strong it was. For most people, this smell would be disgusting. But in Nate's fag brain, this smell was incredible. He wasn't expecting it. One moment he was working on this project and the next he is introduced to his bully's lovely smelly, sweawty feet. The workout John had right after school must have really made his feet sweat becasue those things were smelly. Smelly in the best way, at least for a fag brain. Nate knew there was no way he could focus on this project. He had to get more of that stink.
John meanwhile was looking to see what effect his feet would have on the fag. He looked down to see Nate had stopped typing on his laptop beneath him and instead was centrally focused on John's socked feet. He wasn't even trying to hide it. This pleased John greatly. In the week or so since John fantasized about Nate sucking his cock, he had done some research on the internet. He wasn't proud of looking at gay porn on his computer so he did really think of it as research. He thought that fags liked men such as John. But he found a community of fags online fantasizing about men like John dominating him, making them suck their cock, and also worship their feet. To John this was pretty new. He know of foot fetishes of course but the thought of someone licking his feet never did much for him. But imagining Nate sucking his feet, worshipping him as his bully. That made John feel really good.
Luckily for John, Nate was a fag who was really into feet and how they smell and taste. Especially on real men like John. John let the smell sit there in the room with them for a while, Nate barely taking his eyes off socked feet. Finally, John broke Nate's stare, when he said, "Ha, you smell my feet faggot?" Nate quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught. "Yeah they smell awful, Jesus," said Nate trying to sound convincing as possible. They did smell awful but in the best way. John then scooted back his chair a bit and swiveled around to face Nate. This took Nate by surprised and he moved away a bit and turned around to face John as well. John took a moment to just look at Nate under him and Nate awkwardly looked up at his bully above him. Suddenly John said, "Awful huh? I don't know, why don't you get a better smell." And with that he took his left foot and moved it behind Nate's head and put his right foot right against Nate's face, emphasizing his placement on his nose. Nate's entire being absorbed John's foot stink. He was so close to moaning into that big, beautiful foot. Fuck it was incredible.
Nate couldn't even fully take in the situation and ask why his bully would be so intent on him smelling his feet. All he knew is that he had the man of his dreams presenting his foot to him and he was gonig to smell it. Finally, after a few seconds, way too short in Nate's view, John brought his foot down away from Nate's face.
"How does it smell, faggot?" John said with a smile. He was trying to keep his chill, make it seem like this was just a normal, natural thing that a dominant straight bully would do to a fag like Nate. There wasn't anything sexual about what they were doing, he just wanted to humiliate Nate and make him suffer with his foot stink. If Nate could see the growing bulge in his shorts though, that would be a much different story. With the question now out there, Nate briefly thought about how to answer. Every fiber of his being wanted to answer honestly. He wanted to look up into John's eyes, with that foot in his face, and tell them, "John, my bully, my ultimate fantasy, the object of my wet dreams every night: the sweat your feet have produced from, I'm sure, a very strenuous workout is probably the best thing I ever smelled. You have pretty pungent feet and honestly it feels like it's assaulting my nose. However, I'm in love with this smell. If it were possible, I would manipulate my olfactory bulbs so that I would always have this smell in my nose and then alter my brain so that I would never, ever get used to it. That way I would always be smelling your feet as if it was the first time. Just this one smell of your feet will be enough to fuel many, many jack off sessions in the coming weeks. Does that answer your question, sir?"
As much as he wanted to say all that, Nate instead said, "Fuck they reek." John smiled, his dick pulsing in his pants. They did reek, John could smell them. He had very smelly feet. He had a very smelly body in particular. He thought of the smell as pheromones. He had noticed his ex-girlfriend had enjoyed the smell of him, but he never did antyhing like this with her. It was more unspoken and from a distance. Having a fag's face in his feet, sniffing up his stink made him feel powerful. Absent-mindedly, he flexed his muscles a bit, feeling the testosterone go through his body. Time to take it up a notch. "Take off my socks," said John. Nate just froze with fear. His bully wanted him to take off his socks for him. What was going on? This was definitely feeling sexual. He dared not make it stop though. He wanted this so bad.
So Nate dutifully, without even feigning fighting back, peeled John's socks away from his sweaty feet. Feeling Nate's hands on his feet felt good. John would remember that. As Nate pulled back the socks, new depths of smells entered Nate's nostrils. When the socks were off, John took his right foot and separated his big toe from the next toe, fitting Nate's nose perfectly in between. "Sniff," he said. And Nate did. He took a big sniff. Nate could no longer hold back. He clearly was enjoying sniffing John's feet. He had closed his eyes a bit and looked like he was really concentrating on the smell. John looked down and saw a lump in Nate's pants. What a fucking fag, thought John, getting off on his foot stink.
John had seen enough. "You like how your bully's feet smell don't you faggot?" Suddenly Nate snapped back to reality, his eyes getting wide with shock and fear. Fuck, he had just totally fagged out on John's feet without holding back at all. He was embarrassed but also scared. "Admit it," said John. This was a command and he knew it. He wanted to admit it, he wanted to admit how much he loved those big feet in his face. But he was terrified of the consequences of that. John, seeing Nate's hesitation, upped the ante. "Admit you love the smell of my feet and you can see how they taste too." Nate was stunned. TASTE his bully's feet? "I-I love the way your feet smell," said without much thought. He had to get those feet in mouth. There was no other choice. Hearing Nate finally admit it made John hard as a rock.
"Ok faggot, you asked for it. Tongue out," said John. Nate felt a little awkward but ultimately listened to his bully. His pink tongue came out of his mouth just hanging there. John took a moment to appreciate the view. He briefly imagined his cock going into that wet hole. That would be later. For now, his feet go in there. He took his right foot and placed the heel of his foot on the faggot's tongue. Nate tasted the salty goodness of his bully's feet and felt the roughness of them on his tongue. Who would have thought this study session would turn into foot worshipping. It was the first time Nate had ever worshipped feet but he thought about it all the time. And jacked off to it watching men do it in gay porn. But now he finally had the opportunity to engage with it with his ultimate fantasy of a man.
John moved his foot down so that Nate's tongue dragged along the bottom of his right foot from heel to the tip of his toes. John wanted desperately to stroke his cock through his shorts but was holding off on that. Nate meanwhile was in heaven. And then even more so when John did the same with this left foot. Nate's head was swimming as he tasted his bully's foot on his tongue. John then put his foot in front of Nate's face, his toes facing him. Nate briefly looked up into John's intense eyes, staring down at him, and then back at the big toe in front of him. Timidly, he leaned forward and gave it a gentle kiss. And then another. And then he took the toe into his mouth and sucked. Feeling suction on John's toe made him go wild. Nate couldn't believe he was sucking the toes of the guy who constantly tormented him. And he couldn't believe how incredible it felt to do so. John then said, "Look up at me while you suck my toes." Nate followed order and looked up, a big toe in his mouth. This was too much for John. He had to touch his dick. And so he did. He fondled his cock through his shorts.
Nate's eyes got a bit wide when he saw that big cock straining through the shorts and how John was openly touching it. This was really happening. His bully was getting sexual gratification of some fag worshipping his feet. Nate was now really fagging out on his feet. Taking multiple toes into his mouth and moaning as he tasted every inch of John's feet. John then stood up, taking his foot away from Nate. Nate instantly missed the taste in his mouth, but just looked up at John, towering over him. "Get down on the floor and lick my feet," said John. As soon as he heard the command he obeyed, going directly to the floor, tongue out, licking those feet.
John really rubbed his dick through his shorts. This dumb faggot who had bullied constantly and made fun of was dying to lick his feet. He felt so powerful. He felt like a god. And Nate felt that too. He deserved to be worshipped and Nate was more than happy to fill that role. Then he felt John's foot on his back and then the back of his head. Even more perfect.
Nate licked both of John's feet like that, and John loved the view. He loved making this bitch grovel at his feet. But also, John was thinking of how beautiful Nate looked. But he didn't think about that too long. John suddenly stopped Nate from licking and made him kneel in front of him. "Ok clearly you've been wanting to do that for a long time faggot," said John. "Yes... sir," Nate said, perfectly filling his submissive role. John's hand went to his crotch again, hearing that. "What other part of my body have you been thinking about?" said John. Nate immediately thought YOUR COCK! but then he thought, there actually was a particular part of John's body that Nate dreamed about other than his cock. It was sort of embarrassing but they were clearly past that now. He had tasted John's feet after all.
"Your armpits, sir," said Nate. "Oh... really?" said John surprised. I guess it made sense, fags seemd to love a man's natural body smells and his pits definitely gave off that smell. John exposed his armpits and took a quick sniff. "Yeah, well they smell good for you faggot, why don't you get your face in there?" Nate was ecstatic. He was fulfilling multiple dreams in one day. Nate approached John's glorious pit and John flexed his bicep for added effect. It looked perfect to Nate. John was so manly. Nate slowly put his face in John's pit and took his first sniff. "Fuck... it smells so good," he said. John continued rubbing his cock through his shorts, continuing to get off on how in love Nate was with his body. The smell was permeating through Nate's brain, making him fall deeper in love with John's natural scent. These were pheromones at work, and John was imprinting on Nate. And then Nate started licking. John was surprised how much he loved to feel Nate's tiny tongue on his sweaty pits. He also loved how into it Nate was getting, moaning into his pit.
"Damn you really like that, faggot?" he said. "Yes, I love your pits," said Nate emphatically. John was so turned on. He fed Nate his other pit who eagrly attacked it with the same ferocity. John felt like a god. He then told Nate to kneel in front of him while he stood over him. He took his big, still clothed cock in his hand and grabbed it, showing its full length and girth to Nate. Nate looked at his cock, his mouth practically watering imagining getting his mouth around it. John then said, "Beg for it, faggot." Nate looked up into John's eyes. With the best pleading face he could put on, he looked up at John and said, "Please sir! Please let me have your cock in my mouth. I've been thinking about it ever since I met you sir," said Nate. John wanted to whip out his cock right then and there and shove it down that fags throat but he said, "keep going." Nate responded, "Your cock is so huge. I can only imagine how amazing it tastes. Please, if I don't get your cock in my mouth I'll go crazy." Nate sounded genuienly desperate and it amused John to think about what if he just teased the fag with his cock but never gave it to him. But no, he was getting his cock sucked by this fag.
And then he whipped it out. Nate just stared at. It was love at first sight. Then he felt John's hand on the back of his head and Nate happily opened his mouth to get his first taste of bully cock. And it was wonderful. John shoved the cock down his throat. Nate struggled to take it but then found a rhythm and was able to take it all the way down.
As Nate took more and more cock faster and faster, John leaned his head back, really enjoying this feeling. Nate was loving making John make these noises of pleasure and it encouraged to give an even better blowjob. John couldn't believe how good the blowjob good.
He had many blowjobs and Nate was good at it. But there was something else, the feeling of totally conquering Nate that got him off so much. He looked down to see Nate's cute head bobbing up and down on his cock, trying his bed to give his bully pleasure, and it felt so right to John. It was all too much for John who felt he had to pull Nate off his cock to deliver some spit and a slap to the fag.
"Fucking disgusting faggot," he said for emphasis. That got Nate even hotter and he sucked even harder, brining more moans to John. The blowjob went on for a while. John was really enjoying it and could last a long time. He wanted to give Nate's mouth and throat a real workout. The fucking fag deserved it. Still, during the blowjob, John was having other thoughts. As Nate choked and gagged on his cock, John could see Nate's ass in the mirror. And it looked good. Even better, John could see Nate's little hole sometimes. And John was surprised at how much he loved how it looked. At first he was disgusted with himself. He didn't really think he'd be able to fuck a fag's ass. However, in this moment, it was all he could think about. He thought about how tight it looked and how much his cock was going to stretch it out. He thought about hearing Nate squeel and groan as he forcefully pushed himself in there.
Nate was still working his hardest to give John the best blowjob he could. He really didn't see it even in the cards that he was going to get his ass fucked today. But John had already convinced himself he had to do this. He had to have Nate's ass. John grabbed Nate by the shoulders and stood him up, they were now at eye level. They were actually pretty close. Nate briefly wondered how a kiss from John would feel. In the moment, even John had the idea as well. But before it came to that, John said, "I want to fuck your ass." Nate's mouth almost flew open in shock. He was actually going to feel his bully's cock inside of his ass? Still, he was surprised by the wording and John had made it intentional. He wasn't exactly asking Nate for permission but he was letting Nate object if he wasn't ready. Even John realized anal was a next step. He was an asshole but he found himself, for whatever reason, wanting to give Nate an out in case he wasn't ready to get fucked today.
Luckily for John, Nate was totally game. "Ok, I want that too," he said, submissively. John scowled and said, "Dirty fucking faggot." He slapped Nate in the face and then turned him around so he was up against the mirror.
There it was, Nate's ass. Nate was excited but scared. He knew how much this would hurt, and he didn't think John was going to be gentle. But that's what made it so exciting. John just stared at his ass for a bit and then slapped it a few times, watching it jiggle in reaction. Nate had a cute little ass he had to admit. And he wanted inside of there. He put his fingers in Nate's mouth who sucked on them and then he shoved one in Nate's hole. Nate reacted with a moaned and pushed away a bit and John grabbed him around his neck and brought him closer forcing the finger in. Then another finger. He was finger fucking a faggot. He didn't believe it but he was really too horny to care. "You ready?" said John. "Please, give it to me," said Nate, desperately. And he did. John pushed his cock through Nate's tiny hole. Nate made the grunts and moans John so wanted to hear. But Nate had an experienced hole with toys and some other fags at school. And John slipped into Nate.
The feeling was wonderful. Mindblowing for both of them. Nate felt totally dominated by John. John felt like he conquered the little faggot he had been dreaming about. They both moaned now, feeling the pleasure of a man's cock in a fag's ass. John thrusted in and out as Nate got used to his cock. He was making all kinds of noises and John loved hearing them. He got into a rhythm fucking in and out. And he had some fun. He pulled back Nate's hair, making sure he knew who was in charge. Nate moaned and yelled a bit in response, loving the feeling. Seeing Nate's cute face like that got John so fucking horny.
He fucked Nate even harder. In response, almsot involuntarily, Nate responded by saying, "Ohhh Johnnnnn." Fuck why did John love hearing a fag moan his name like that. John's hand went to Nate's throat, squeezing it just a bit. Nate took it expertly, his face in pure joy. John was loving how much of a good fucking faggot Nate was. It was turning him on so much. He found himself looking into Nate's face. His cute boyish features making him thrust harder. He wanted to own that hole. To really give Nate the fucking he deserved.
And so he did. He fucked the shit out of Nate. As much as he loved Nate being a good bottom, he found himself wanting to be a good top. To give Nate the pleasure he needed through his ass. And for his part, Nate was rock hard the entire time. And he had barely even touched his dick. He was fully concentrated on getting John on and that in itself was so hot to Nate.
Then John couldn't stand it anymore. He had been thinking about it for a while, ever since they had faced each other so close. He had to taste Nate's mouth. He had to feel his tongue going into that fag's mouth. He wanted to embrace Nate and feel him rubbing against him. And so all of the sudden, he ripped his cock out of Nate, who moaned in response, and turned him around. Nate looked surprised, if not a little disappointed to not feel John's cock in his hole anymore. He looked confused for a moment and then John found the courage to do it. He pulled Nate into him and brought his mouth to his. John was so full of surprises, though Nate. He gladly accepted the kiss, as shocked as he was. It was better than any kiss he had ever had. Nate put his arms around John. It was a beautiful moment between man and fag.
They both couldn't get enough. They kissed for a long time. They both needed to feel the other in their mouths. John was surprised by how loving the kiss was, even in its horny passion. He stroked his dick as they made out and touched Nate's ass and hole behind him. What was happening to him? Then he broke their kiss. He felt he needed to say something about how he had treated Nate. Nate looked into his eyes, not having any idea what to expect from John next. John just looked into Nate's pretty face and surprised even himself. "I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for the way I've treated you in the past. I know I probably really hurt you and I'm sorry. I won't treat you like that again," said John. Nate was floored. John was apologizing? Nate appreciated the response but then wanted to be honest himself. He put his hands around John's neck and responded. "I appreciate it, John. I know this is weird but I like the way you treat me to be honest. It always turned me on. I've fantasized about you for a long time and it always revolves arond you being sort of an asshole to me. That doesn't mean we can't be sweet too but I think we both enjoy it. You like it, don't you?" asked Nate.
Well shit. John expected this moment to be a tearful exchange from Nate saying how much he hated John in the past and how things were going to change. But no... Nate was asking to be bullied? This admission to enjoying it fueled something inside John. He needed to destroy that ass. He needed to play his natural role in their relationship. With Nate still waiting for a response to John, John just put his hands around Nate and flipped him back over into the mirror hard. Nate groaned a bit and said, "You disgusting fucking faggot. You know what you need and I'll give it to you faggot. I'm going to go even harder on you at school, fag," he said. Nate brought his head back and moaned. This was so weird but they were both so into it. John fucked Nate with newly found vigor. He was on a mission to destory his hole. If this faggot wanted to be bullied, he would bully him alright.
Nate's mind was exploding as John fucked him like he had never been fucked before. When John's fingers weren't in this mouth, or his hands weren't around his mouth or throat, he was constantly moaning John's name. He was in ecstacy. And John was consumed by a testosterone-fueled desire to give Nate exactly what he needed and deserved. Nate no longer felt like he was even getting fucked by a human but some kind of animal. It was as if a demon had possessed John and was delivering exactly what Nate needed straight into his hole. Occasionally he would feel John's mouth at his ear, kissing and biting it which drove Nate wild.
Eventually, John was fully slamming his cock in and out of Nate's tiny hole, punishing it to the fullest extent. He gripped Nate hard delivering several very meaningful thrusts. Nate was in heaven. And then he felt John's cum enter his ass. And it kept coming. His ass was flooded with John's seed and it felt so wonderful. Good enough to make Nate start spewing his own seed against the mirror. They had both cum the biggest orgasms of their lives. They stood there for a moment, John's dick still in Nate's ass. They were covered in sweat and both panting from the strenuous fuck they had just had. John finally reached forward, bringing back Nate's head until he could reach it with his own mouth and they kissed for several minutes.
Nate wasn't sure what they would do now. Would a post-nut John want nothing to do with him? He hoped not. That had been amazing. What did happen is that John stepped away to turn on the shower. "Let's take a shower," he said, putting his arms around Nate from behind. He pulled Nate backwards into the shower. The warm water felt good on their bodies and Nate noticed John was almost instantly hard again. While in the shower, he stroked his dick and then kneeled down under the water to suck out another load from his bully. They washed up, dried off, and then went back into Nate's room. John laid on the bed and then patted beside him, silently telling Nate to come beside him. Nate did and embraced John, resting his head on his big chest. He loved how that felt. It was strange being so sweet after begging John to bully him and getting fucked so hard but it felt natural.
While they laid there, Nate wanted to say something. "John, I just have one request if we are to keep this going," said Nate. John just scowled, "You're making demands faggot? Ok, fine, let's hear it." In reality John would do a lot to make Nate comfortable with their new relationship as long as they kept this dynamic. He had to admit he was really enjoying this. He was pretty taken by Nate. Nate looked up at John. "I'm going to be the only fag you bully at school now," he said. "We're exclusive." John loved that idea. None of the other fags made him the feel the way Nate made him feel anyway. "Deal," he said, and kissed Nate's forehead. "Just get ready for it," said John. "I'm ready. I was serious. I enjoy it," he said. John believed him, as strange as it was.
Valentine's Day Series: Bully Love (Part 1)
Surprise, it's early! Here's the second in my series of Valentine's Day stories, each focusing on a romantic relationship, in some twisted sense. :) My first story was a mostly sweet tale about a man who has a need for crushing people and the willing victim he finds and comes to love. This one is even more twisted. I won't spoil it, but there are some sweet aspects but the relationship in the story relies on darker themes. Hope you like it.
I once again wrote too much for this one so it will need to be posted in two parts. I will post the other part very soon and link it. That's actually why I'm posting early. Wasn't supposed to be until Feb 7 but I will be unavailable and didn't want to queue up two parts.
Part 2 is here!
Nate couldn't believe it. He was sucking his bully's cock! The fag had been tormented by the muscle stud for so long. He never imagined he'd be on his knees deep throating the brute's cock! Ok... well that's not entirely true. He imagines it almost every day. It's his number one fantasy. When he's getting fucked in the ass by some other fag he usually imagines it's John, his big mean bully, thrusting into him.
But it was no longer fantasy. He was actually tasting John's big bully cock. And he was moaning on that cock. And he was gagging. And he was feeling his bully's big hand push him further down on the cock while calling him a faggot. And the fag was falling in love.
It had all happened so fast. Bully and fag had been assigned to be project partners. When the teacher read their names the whole glass laughed a bit. They all knew how John treated Nate. Most had seen John's antics in the hallway, shoving Nate hard against some lockers or just yelling "FAGGOT" in his face as they passed. They may have seen the homework handoff, Nate delivering his bully the homework he had worked on, eyes down, lifting it above while he cowered on the ground in front of the homophobic bully. The same was done with the fag's wallet sometimes. Fewer had seen the bully's more brutal treatment of the fag in the gym locker room. John frequently accused the fag of staring at him, often resulting in powerful slaps to the face by John and a very memorable time, a solid punch to the fag's stomach, eliciting laughs from most of the others in the locker room, while the fag doubled over pathetically.
As Nate remembered these happy memories, it was almost as if John read his mind. He delivered some slaps to the fag's face as the fag throated his powerful cock. "Fucking faggot," said John, disgusted to hear the fag's moans of pleasure as he got slapped in the face. He hoped the moaning would encourage his bully more. The fag wanted him to get even more aggressive with him, totally manhandle him. He'd certainly roughed him up harder at school. John noticed the fag's hard dick. "The rougher I use you, the harder your dick gets faggot," he observed. Nate's only response was to look up into John's eyes and moan as he fucked his face. John momentarily pulled Nate's head off his cock and spit directly into the fag's mouth. He then continued fucking his fag face. "Nasty fag," he said, his cock getting even harder in Nate's mouth.
Most of the other students assumed Nate must hate John. With that sort of treatment, it felt obvious. Who could like their bully? The pathetic faggot Nate could, that's who. So when he heard both of their names together as project partners? Nate's heart skipped a beat. He sheepishly looked over at John to see him staring back at him with a hateful look in his eyes. Nate had seen that look many times, the look of an alpha totally disgusted with a faggot. Nate had to look away quickly, not out of fear exactly, but his dick was automatically responding to that and he didn't want to let out a girly little moan in front of everyone.
When the teacher said to get with your partner (swoon), Nate timidly made his way over to John's desk. John was mindlessly scrolling on his phone when Nate approached. He waited a few seconds by John's desk, and when he wasn't acknowledged said, "Um, obviously I'll do the whole thing by myself." And he would be happy to do it for John. He wanted to make John happy and John obviously did like getting A's with no effort involved. Nate was surprised by John's response. "No, come over to my house after school, I'll text you my address," said John. Nate's stomach dropped.
Go over... to John's house? His bully - his god's - house? Nate's phone dinged in his pocket and he just stared blankly in disbelief. He was scared obviously. John was rough enough with him in a public place, what could he possibly do at his own home? The possibilities frightened and excited the young fag. Nate took his phone out and looked at the text, saving the address under John's contact name. He briefly looked at their existing text thread. It was just John demanding things from Nate. "Money, tomorrow fag." "This weekend sucked, you're really getting it tomorrow." "This paper better be A+ material fag." and the occasional random "Fuck you fag." At the time of receiving those texts, Nate would have been shocked to know that many of them had been sent one handed, with John's big bully cock in other hand, wishing it was Nate's warm mouth instead of his hand.
The rest of the school day was a blur to Nate. He didn't mention anything to his friends, even when they brought up what an asshole John was. He couldn't think of anything else. Truth be told, John was thinking about it too. The fact that they were partners in this project was a surprise to him as well. But he felt this opened up a chance to try something he'd been thinking about for a long time. He didn't have a lot of time to think about it. The fag was coming over to his desk... now or never he thought. And so he did it. No going back now.
John had a girlfriend at the beginning of the semester but she broke up with him. She called him selfish and an asshole. She was right, he was. In John's mind, why wouldn't he be? Yes, he was arrogant, but he had a reason to be. She was lucky to have him and stupid to leave. Whatever. A week after they broke up John was jacking off, something he wasn't used to when his ex was around (another reason she left him: his insatiable sexual appetite). While he was jacking his dick, he was thinking of his ex kneeling in front of him sucking him off. He wished he had a mouth, a hand just wasn't the same. He was watching (straight) porn, jacking off his cock with longs strokes when he looked down at his spread legs and big cock. In his mind, he was wanting to imagine his ex slurping on his cock. Instead, he saw the brown eyes of one of the fags he tormented, Nate. He shuddered at the depraved, disgusting thought he had. His body got hot all over - he was suddenly embarrassed, disgusted, and angry. But also horny, incredibly horny. His cock was pulsing in his hand as his imagined that little fairy sucking his cock.
It was at that moment that John sent Nate a random hate text - "fuck you fag". It made him even harder sending that. He imagined Nate reading it and it got him hotter. He imagined the look on that fag's dumb face. Fuuuucccckkkk, that fucking fag. He made him so angry and yet horny. He had felt this sort of testosterone-fueled sex-drive when fucking a girl before. He felt like he just wanted to pound her fucking pussy so hard. Destroy it. But he had never felt that way towards a guy before, much less a little fag. He didn't want to fuck him though. Or wait... did he? A guilty thought while masturbating was enough. Now he imagined being at school and slamming Nate into the lockers, as he usually did. But this time, Nate is naked, and John pushed him face first into the lockers. John had noticed it before but hadn't allowed himself to think about it but looking back at their times in the locker room, Nate had a little bubble fuck. A fuckable bubble butt. In his mind, John slaps his ass as he pushed Nate forcefully against the lockers. He hears Nate squeel and moan as he slaps his ass hard and it fuels John's boner even more. Before he knows it, John is entering Nate's hole, in his mind. In front of everyone. He takes Nate right there in the locker room, calling him all sorts of derogatory things. And with that, John shot a huge load.
It was the next day that John delivered the gutpunch to Nate in the locker rooms, claiming he had been watching him. It wasn't true, Nate had to force himself not to look at John though. Nate was surprised by the gutpunch but found himself masturbating that night about the encounter. John was such a fucking brute. It turned him on. John also found himself once again masturbating about Nate. It wasn't helping anything. He was obsessed with him. That's why he took the opportunity to have Nate at his house.
John opened the door to his home to see Nate standing there. Why did he feel this way just seeing Nate like that? It's like, he wanted to hurt him, fuck him, and... even kiss him? Fuck it was too messed up to think about. And yet he had invited him here himself. The only reason he was in this situation is because he took initiative to make it happen. He wasn't even sure what was going to do. As he waited for Nate to get to his house
"Come up to my room faggot," said John. And then he turned around and went upstairs, leaving Nate at John's door. Nate's heart was beating so fast. His room? His bully's room? The room where he sleeps. And, probably fucked Ashley. Also the room he's probably busted out countless nuts jacking off. Maybe the room where, right now, there were some sweaty, smelly clothes just hanging out in his laundry hamper? Nate had to stop thinking about it, he could already feel himself getting hard and he definitely didn't want John to see that. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the threshold into his bully's house, accepting whatever he had in store. He went upstairs and saw family pictures on the wall. It was weird to see someone who he just considered a rough brute smiling with his family. He seemed to regularly go on family vacations with them. It was odd but he liked getting a different view of his bully who he had only ever seen in one setting.
He approached John's room timidly and slowly walked in. He immediately saw all the trophies on the wall, the medals, and ribbons. Typical - John was a great athlete and a stereotypical jock. It's part of the reason Nate felt so attracted to him. John was sitting at the desk in his room. He had a desktop PC that Nate knew must be for gaming because he certainly wasn't ever doing schoolwork on it. John swiveled his chair around to face Nate as he walked in. Nate couldn't help but notice how John manspreaded in his chair. He felt like he was practically presenting his cock to him to. "So, we've got a project to do right? Or should I say, you've got a project to do it," John said smirking. "You invited me over to your house and you still just want me to do the project?" asked Nate, shocked. Why was he here? He really didn't understand. "Well, I need to supervise. It's going to have my name on it, isn't it?" asked John. "Everything I do for you has your name on it! I do all your homework!" exclaimed Nate, exasperated. Nate of course was right, John knew he really had no logical reason to invite Nate over to work on the project. Of course, that's the last thing John wanted to do with Nate. "Are you just going to beat me up or something?" asked Nate, finally. To be truthful, Nate wouldn't be as disappointed of an outcome where John roughs him up a bit, but this was not in John's mind, not exactly.
"No, like I said, I need to look over you while you work on this project," he said. "So," and as he said that he patted the ground next to him. "This is where you're going to do our project. Underneath me, on the ground, where you belong. And I will look over you." John just smiled at Nate. Nate was confused. "You want me to sit on the ground and work on our project?" he asked. "Yes, bitch, and I don't want to tell you again," said John more forcefully now. Nate was still confused but wasn't looking to get John super mad. He brought himself over to where John was sitting in his desk chair and put his backpack on the ground. He sat himself on the ground, still confused. John wasn't even looking at him, playing something on his computer. "Get to work," he said. Nate did as he was told. But as he settled himself on the ground he began to feel that the natural positions they were in - him on the ground, John sitting above him - felt right and also was turning him on. He was actually pretty close to John. As he started on the project he was being distracted by this fact and the fact that he could see John's black sneakers under his desk, his black socks, and his defined calves. What should be a boring and strange situation was quickly turning into one with sexual power. And he hadn't expected it. He knew he needed to hide this of course. John would certainly not want to have any indication that Nate was enjoying this position.
But John was also enjoying this set up he had concocted. It was all part of the master plan he had come up with just hours before. He was still very nervous but as he felt Nate beside him, dutifully working on HIS project underneath him, he felt a familiar rush of power and hardness in his cock. Between the game he was mindlessly playing, he would cut his eyes down at Nate and every once in a while he would notice Nate looking under the desk at his legs and shoes. This excited him more.
After a while, John decided to take it up a notch. He started messing with his feet until he finally slipped his left shoe off and then his right shoe. Both Nate and John were hit with John's foot stink. Nate was shocked at how strong it was. For most people, this smell would be disgusting. But in Nate's fag brain, this smell was incredible. He wasn't expecting it. One moment he was working on this project and the next he is introduced to his bully's lovely smelly, sweawty feet. The workout John had right after school must have really made his feet sweat becasue those things were smelly. Smelly in the best way, at least for a fag brain. Nate knew there was no way he could focus on this project. He had to get more of that stink.
John meanwhile was looking to see what effect his feet would have on the fag. He looked down to see Nate had stopped typing on his laptop beneath him and instead was centrally focused on John's socked feet. He wasn't even trying to hide it. This pleased John greatly. In the week or so since John fantasized about Nate sucking his cock, he had done some research on the internet. He wasn't proud of looking at gay porn on his computer so he did really think of it as research. He thought that fags liked men such as John. But he found a community of fags online fantasizing about men like John dominating him, making them suck their cock, and also worship their feet. To John this was pretty new. He know of foot fetishes of course but the thought of someone licking his feet never did much for him. But imagining Nate sucking his feet, worshipping him as his bully. That made John feel really good.
Luckily for John, Nate was a fag who was really into feet and how they smell and taste. Especially on real men like John. John let the smell sit there in the room with them for a while, Nate barely taking his eyes off socked feet. Finally, John broke Nate's stare, when he said, "Ha, you smell my feet faggot?" Nate quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught. "Yeah they smell awful, Jesus," said Nate trying to sound convincing as possible. They did smell awful but in the best way. John then scooted back his chair a bit and swiveled around to face Nate. This took Nate by surprised and he moved away a bit and turned around to face John as well. John took a moment to just look at Nate under him and Nate awkwardly looked up at his bully above him. Suddenly John said, "Awful huh? I don't know, why don't you get a better smell." And with that he took his left foot and moved it behind Nate's head and put his right foot right against Nate's face, emphasizing his placement on his nose. Nate's entire being absorbed John's foot stink. He was so close to moaning into that big, beautiful foot. Fuck it was incredible.
Nate couldn't even fully take in the situation and ask why his bully would be so intent on him smelling his feet. All he knew is that he had the man of his dreams presenting his foot to him and he was gonig to smell it. Finally, after a few seconds, way too short in Nate's view, John brought his foot down away from Nate's face.
"How does it smell, faggot?" John said with a smile. He was trying to keep his chill, make it seem like this was just a normal, natural thing that a dominant straight bully would do to a fag like Nate. There wasn't anything sexual about what they were doing, he just wanted to humiliate Nate and make him suffer with his foot stink. If Nate could see the growing bulge in his shorts though, that would be a much different story. With the question now out there, Nate briefly thought about how to answer. Every fiber of his being wanted to answer honestly. He wanted to look up into John's eyes, with that foot in his face, and tell them, "John, my bully, my ultimate fantasy, the object of my wet dreams every night: the sweat your feet have produced from, I'm sure, a very strenuous workout is probably the best thing I ever smelled. You have pretty pungent feet and honestly it feels like it's assaulting my nose. However, I'm in love with this smell. If it were possible, I would manipulate my olfactory bulbs so that I would always have this smell in my nose and then alter my brain so that I would never, ever get used to it. That way I would always be smelling your feet as if it was the first time. Just this one smell of your feet will be enough to fuel many, many jack off sessions in the coming weeks. Does that answer your question, sir?"
As much as he wanted to say all that, Nate instead said, "Fuck they reek." John smiled, his dick pulsing in his pants. They did reek, John could smell them. He had very smelly feet. He had a very smelly body in particular. He thought of the smell as pheromones. He had noticed his ex-girlfriend had enjoyed the smell of him, but he never did antyhing like this with her. It was more unspoken and from a distance. Having a fag's face in his feet, sniffing up his stink made him feel powerful. Absent-mindedly, he flexed his muscles a bit, feeling the testosterone go through his body. Time to take it up a notch. "Take off my socks," said John. Nate just froze with fear. His bully wanted him to take off his socks for him. What was going on? This was definitely feeling sexual. He dared not make it stop though. He wanted this so bad.
So Nate dutifully, without even feigning fighting back, peeled John's socks away from his sweaty feet. Feeling Nate's hands on his feet felt good. John would remember that. As Nate pulled back the socks, new depths of smells entered Nate's nostrils. When the socks were off, John took his right foot and separated his big toe from the next toe, fitting Nate's nose perfectly in between. "Sniff," he said. And Nate did. He took a big sniff. Nate could no longer hold back. He clearly was enjoying sniffing John's feet. He had closed his eyes a bit and looked like he was really concentrating on the smell. John looked down and saw a lump in Nate's pants. What a fucking fag, thought John, getting off on his foot stink.
John had seen enough. "You like how your bully's feet smell don't you faggot?" Suddenly Nate snapped back to reality, his eyes getting wide with shock and fear. Fuck, he had just totally fagged out on John's feet without holding back at all. He was embarrassed but also scared. "Admit it," said John. This was a command and he knew it. He wanted to admit it, he wanted to admit how much he loved those big feet in his face. But he was terrified of the consequences of that. John, seeing Nate's hesitation, upped the ante. "Admit you love the smell of my feet and you can see how they taste too." Nate was stunned. TASTE his bully's feet? "I-I love the way your feet smell," said without much thought. He had to get those feet in mouth. There was no other choice. Hearing Nate finally admit it made John hard as a rock.
"Ok faggot, you asked for it. Tongue out," said John. Nate felt a little awkward but ultimately listened to his bully. His pink tongue came out of his mouth just hanging there. John took a moment to appreciate the view. He briefly imagined his cock going into that wet hole. That would be later. For now, his feet go in there. He took his right foot and placed the heel of his foot on the faggot's tongue. Nate tasted the salty goodness of his bully's feet and felt the roughness of them on his tongue. Who would have thought this study session would turn into foot worshipping. It was the first time Nate had ever worshipped feet but he thought about it all the time. And jacked off to it watching men do it in gay porn. But now he finally had the opportunity to engage with it with his ultimate fantasy of a man.
John moved his foot down so that Nate's tongue dragged along the bottom of his right foot from heel to the tip of his toes. John wanted desperately to stroke his cock through his shorts but was holding off on that. Nate meanwhile was in heaven. And then even more so when John did the same with this left foot. Nate's head was swimming as he tasted his bully's foot on his tongue. John then put his foot in front of Nate's face, his toes facing him. Nate briefly looked up into John's intense eyes, staring down at him, and then back at the big toe in front of him. Timidly, he leaned forward and gave it a gentle kiss. And then another. And then he took the toe into his mouth and sucked. Feeling suction on John's toe made him go wild. Nate couldn't believe he was sucking the toes of the guy who constantly tormented him. And he couldn't believe how incredible it felt to do so. John then said, "Look up at me while you suck my toes." Nate followed order and looked up, a big toe in his mouth. This was too much for John. He had to touch his dick. And so he did. He fondled his cock through his shorts.
Nate's eyes got a bit wide when he saw that big cock straining through the shorts and how John was openly touching it. This was really happening. His bully was getting sexual gratification of some fag worshipping his feet. Nate was now really fagging out on his feet. Taking multiple toes into his mouth and moaning as he tasted every inch of John's feet. John then stood up, taking his foot away from Nate. Nate instantly missed the taste in his mouth, but just looked up at John, towering over him. "Get down on the floor and lick my feet," said John. As soon as he heard the command he obeyed, going directly to the floor, tongue out, licking those feet.
John really rubbed his dick through his shorts. This dumb faggot who had bullied constantly and made fun of was dying to lick his feet. He felt so powerful. He felt like a god. And Nate felt that too. He deserved to be worshipped and Nate was more than happy to fill that role. Then he felt John's foot on his back and then the back of his head. Even more perfect.
Nate licked both of John's feet like that, and John loved the view. He loved making this bitch grovel at his feet. But also, John was thinking of how beautiful Nate looked. But he didn't think about that too long. John suddenly stopped Nate from licking and made him kneel in front of him. "Ok clearly you've been wanting to do that for a long time faggot," said John. "Yes... sir," Nate said, perfectly filling his submissive role. John's hand went to his crotch again, hearing that. "What other part of my body have you been thinking about?" said John. Nate immediately thought YOUR COCK! but then he thought, there actually was a particular part of John's body that Nate dreamed about other than his cock. It was sort of embarrassing but they were clearly past that now. He had tasted John's feet after all.
"Your armpits, sir," said Nate. "Oh... really?" said John surprised. I guess it made sense, fags seemd to love a man's natural body smells and his pits definitely gave off that smell. John exposed his armpits and took a quick sniff. "Yeah, well they smell good for you faggot, why don't you get your face in there?" Nate was ecstatic. He was fulfilling multiple dreams in one day. Nate approached John's glorious pit and John flexed his bicep for added effect. It looked perfect to Nate. John was so manly. Nate slowly put his face in John's pit and took his first sniff. "Fuck... it smells so good," he said. John continued rubbing his cock through his shorts, continuing to get off on how in love Nate was with his body. The smell was permeating through Nate's brain, making him fall deeper in love with John's natural scent. These were pheromones at work, and John was imprinting on Nate. And then Nate started licking. John was surprised how much he loved to feel Nate's tiny tongue on his sweaty pits. He also loved how into it Nate was getting, moaning into his pit.
"Damn you really like that, faggot?" he said. "Yes, I love your pits," said Nate emphatically. John was so turned on. He fed Nate his other pit who eagrly attacked it with the same ferocity. John felt like a god. He then told Nate to kneel in front of him while he stood over him. He took his big, still clothed cock in his hand and grabbed it, showing its full length and girth to Nate. Nate looked at his cock, his mouth practically watering imagining getting his mouth around it. John then said, "Beg for it, faggot." Nate looked up into John's eyes. With the best pleading face he could put on, he looked up at John and said, "Please sir! Please let me have your cock in my mouth. I've been thinking about it ever since I met you sir," said Nate. John wanted to whip out his cock right then and there and shove it down that fags throat but he said, "keep going." Nate responded, "Your cock is so huge. I can only imagine how amazing it tastes. Please, if I don't get your cock in my mouth I'll go crazy." Nate sounded genuienly desperate and it amused John to think about what if he just teased the fag with his cock but never gave it to him. But no, he was getting his cock sucked by this fag.
And then he whipped it out. Nate just stared at. It was love at first sight. Then he felt John's hand on the back of his head and Nate happily opened his mouth to get his first taste of bully cock. And it was wonderful. John shoved the cock down his throat. Nate struggled to take it but then found a rhythm and was able to take it all the way down.
As Nate took more and more cock faster and faster, John leaned his head back, really enjoying this feeling. Nate was loving making John make these noises of pleasure and it encouraged to give an even better blowjob. John couldn't believe how good the blowjob good.
He had many blowjobs and Nate was good at it. But there was something else, the feeling of totally conquering Nate that got him off so much. He looked down to see Nate's cute head bobbing up and down on his cock, trying his bed to give his bully pleasure, and it felt so right to John. It was all too much for John who felt he had to pull Nate off his cock to deliver some spit and a slap to the fag.
"Fucking disgusting faggot," he said for emphasis. That got Nate even hotter and he sucked even harder, brining more moans to John. The blowjob went on for a while. John was really enjoying it and could last a long time. He wanted to give Nate's mouth and throat a real workout. The fucking fag deserved it. Still, during the blowjob, John was having other thoughts. As Nate choked and gagged on his cock, John could see Nate's ass in the mirror. And it looked good. Even better, John could see Nate's little hole sometimes. And John was surprised at how much he loved how it looked. At first he was disgusted with himself. He didn't really think he'd be able to fuck a fag's ass. However, in this moment, it was all he could think about. He thought about how tight it looked and how much his cock was going to stretch it out. He thought about hearing Nate squeel and groan as he forcefully pushed himself in there.
Nate was still working his hardest to give John the best blowjob he could. He really didn't see it even in the cards that he was going to get his ass fucked today. But John had already convinced himself he had to do this. He had to have Nate's ass. John grabbed Nate by the shoulders and stood him up, they were now at eye level. They were actually pretty close. Nate briefly wondered how a kiss from John would feel. In the moment, even John had the idea as well. But before it came to that, John said, "I want to fuck your ass." Nate's mouth almost flew open in shock. He was actually going to feel his bully's cock inside of his ass? Still, he was surprised by the wording and John had made it intentional. He wasn't exactly asking Nate for permission but he was letting Nate object if he wasn't ready. Even John realized anal was a next step. He was an asshole but he found himself, for whatever reason, wanting to give Nate an out in case he wasn't ready to get fucked today.
Luckily for John, Nate was totally game. "Ok, I want that too," he said, submissively. John scowled and said, "Dirty fucking faggot." He slapped Nate in the face and then turned him around so he was up against the mirror.
There it was, Nate's ass. Nate was excited but scared. He knew how much this would hurt, and he didn't think John was going to be gentle. But that's what made it so exciting. John just stared at his ass for a bit and then slapped it a few times, watching it jiggle in reaction. Nate had a cute little ass he had to admit. And he wanted inside of there. He put his fingers in Nate's mouth who sucked on them and then he shoved one in Nate's hole. Nate reacted with a moaned and pushed away a bit and John grabbed him around his neck and brought him closer forcing the finger in. Then another finger. He was finger fucking a faggot. He didn't believe it but he was really too horny to care. "You ready?" said John. "Please, give it to me," said Nate, desperately. And he did. John pushed his cock through Nate's tiny hole. Nate made the grunts and moans John so wanted to hear. But Nate had an experienced hole with toys and some other fags at school. And John slipped into Nate.
The feeling was wonderful. Mindblowing for both of them. Nate felt totally dominated by John. John felt like he conquered the little faggot he had been dreaming about. They both moaned now, feeling the pleasure of a man's cock in a fag's ass. John thrusted in and out as Nate got used to his cock. He was making all kinds of noises and John loved hearing them. He got into a rhythm fucking in and out. And he had some fun. He pulled back Nate's hair, making sure he knew who was in charge. Nate moaned and yelled a bit in response, loving the feeling. Seeing Nate's cute face like that got John so fucking horny.
He fucked Nate even harder. In response, almsot involuntarily, Nate responded by saying, "Ohhh Johnnnnn." Fuck why did John love hearing a fag moan his name like that. John's hand went to Nate's throat, squeezing it just a bit. Nate took it expertly, his face in pure joy. John was loving how much of a good fucking faggot Nate was. It was turning him on so much. He found himself looking into Nate's face. His cute boyish features making him thrust harder. He wanted to own that hole. To really give Nate the fucking he deserved.
And so he did. He fucked the shit out of Nate. As much as he loved Nate being a good bottom, he found himself wanting to be a good top. To give Nate the pleasure he needed through his ass. And for his part, Nate was rock hard the entire time. And he had barely even touched his dick. He was fully concentrated on getting John on and that in itself was so hot to Nate.
Then John couldn't stand it anymore. He had been thinking about it for a while, ever since they had faced each other so close. He had to taste Nate's mouth. He had to feel his tongue going into that fag's mouth. He wanted to embrace Nate and feel him rubbing against him. And so all of the sudden, he ripped his cock out of Nate, who moaned in response, and turned him around. Nate looked surprised, if not a little disappointed to not feel John's cock in his hole anymore. He looked confused for a moment and then John found the courage to do it. He pulled Nate into him and brought his mouth to his. John was so full of surprises, though Nate. He gladly accepted the kiss, as shocked as he was. It was better than any kiss he had ever had. Nate put his arms around John. It was a beautiful moment between man and fag.
They both couldn't get enough. They kissed for a long time. They both needed to feel the other in their mouths. John was surprised by how loving the kiss was, even in its horny passion. He stroked his dick as they made out and touched Nate's ass and hole behind him. What was happening to him? Then he broke their kiss. He felt he needed to say something about how he had treated Nate. Nate looked into his eyes, not having any idea what to expect from John next. John just looked into Nate's pretty face and surprised even himself. "I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for the way I've treated you in the past. I know I probably really hurt you and I'm sorry. I won't treat you like that again," said John. Nate was floored. John was apologizing? Nate appreciated the response but then wanted to be honest himself. He put his hands around John's neck and responded. "I appreciate it, John. I know this is weird but I like the way you treat me to be honest. It always turned me on. I've fantasized about you for a long time and it always revolves arond you being sort of an asshole to me. That doesn't mean we can't be sweet too but I think we both enjoy it. You like it, don't you?" asked Nate.
Well shit. John expected this moment to be a tearful exchange from Nate saying how much he hated John in the past and how things were going to change. But no... Nate was asking to be bullied? This admission to enjoying it fueled something inside John. He needed to destroy that ass. He needed to play his natural role in their relationship. With Nate still waiting for a response to John, John just put his hands around Nate and flipped him back over into the mirror hard. Nate groaned a bit and said, "You disgusting fucking faggot. You know what you need and I'll give it to you faggot. I'm going to go even harder on you at school, fag," he said. Nate brought his head back and moaned. This was so weird but they were both so into it. John fucked Nate with newly found vigor. He was on a mission to destory his hole. If this faggot wanted to be bullied, he would bully him alright.
Nate's mind was exploding as John fucked him like he had never been fucked before. When John's fingers weren't in this mouth, or his hands weren't around his mouth or throat, he was constantly moaning John's name. He was in ecstacy. And John was consumed by a testosterone-fueled desire to give Nate exactly what he needed and deserved. Nate no longer felt like he was even getting fucked by a human but some kind of animal. It was as if a demon had possessed John and was delivering exactly what Nate needed straight into his hole. Occasionally he would feel John's mouth at his ear, kissing and biting it which drove Nate wild.
Eventually, John was fully slamming his cock in and out of Nate's tiny hole, punishing it to the fullest extent. He gripped Nate hard delivering several very meaningful thrusts. Nate was in heaven. And then he felt John's cum enter his ass. And it kept coming. His ass was flooded with John's seed and it felt so wonderful. Good enough to make Nate start spewing his own seed against the mirror. They had both cum the biggest orgasms of their lives. They stood there for a moment, John's dick still in Nate's ass. They were covered in sweat and both panting from the strenuous fuck they had just had. John finally reached forward, bringing back Nate's head until he could reach it with his own mouth and they kissed for several minutes.
Nate wasn't sure what they would do now. Would a post-nut John want nothing to do with him? He hoped not. That had been amazing. What did happen is that John stepped away to turn on the shower. "Let's take a shower," he said, putting his arms around Nate from behind. He pulled Nate backwards into the shower. The warm water felt good on their bodies and Nate noticed John was almost instantly hard again. While in the shower, he stroked his dick and then kneeled down under the water to suck out another load from his bully. They washed up, dried off, and then went back into Nate's room. John laid on the bed and then patted beside him, silently telling Nate to come beside him. Nate did and embraced John, resting his head on his big chest. He loved how that felt. It was strange being so sweet after begging John to bully him and getting fucked so hard but it felt natural.
While they laid there, Nate wanted to say something. "John, I just have one request if we are to keep this going," said Nate. John just scowled, "You're making demands faggot? Ok, fine, let's hear it." In reality John would do a lot to make Nate comfortable with their new relationship as long as they kept this dynamic. He had to admit he was really enjoying this. He was pretty taken by Nate. Nate looked up at John. "I'm going to be the only fag you bully at school now," he said. "We're exclusive." John loved that idea. None of the other fags made him the feel the way Nate made him feel anyway. "Deal," he said, and kissed Nate's forehead. "Just get ready for it," said John. "I'm ready. I was serious. I enjoy it," he said. John believed him, as strange as it was.
Keeping reading into part 2 here!