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The life and times of Daryl Tanner

Chapter One

“What did you think of that kid, Charlie?”

“Well, I ahhh …. I didn’t think he’d be such a wimp” I said. “I thought he was a tough guy.”

“He was a tough guy, he was a hunk and he knew how to fight” Tanner said. “He’s on the wrestling team for god’s sake. But it don’t matter to me. I can wipe up the floor with guys like that any day of the week.”

“Yeah, I could see that” I said.

“He was a tough guy, but now he’s a wimp. My wimp” Tanner laughed. “It was kinda fun, though, kicking the ass of a hunk like that.”

“Yeah, I could see you were having fun.”

“Hell yes, I loved it. I was having a ball. You must have noticed what a hell of a hard-on I had. Lording it over a stud like that is pure euphoria. It makes me so fuckin hot.” Tanner was glowing with pleasure as he remembered the event. “But what did you like best?” he asked. “What turned you on the most?”

“I think…, I think it was when you had your knee in his back and was twisting his arms and rubbing his face in the dirt. He was screaming in pain and you were laughing. That was really cool.”

“Yeah, he was screaming like crazy. But I was holding him and jacking his arms with one hand and jamming his face in the dirt with the other. No sweat. You noticed that, right?”

“Hell, yes, I noticed that” I said. “You made it look easy.”

“That’s what these muscles are for” he said as he flexed his right bicep forcing it to bulge into a huge seventeen inch mass of muscle. “That kid thought he was strong until he ran into me, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said” I answered. “He looked like a hunk. You don’t look like that if you don’t work-out a lot.”

“I guess I showed him what real muscle is like” he said. “Come here, Charlie. Feel this muscle.” I’d only known Tanner for three weeks now, after his family moved in across the street, and he was a hunk and a half. A real muscle kid. He knew it and was proud of it and loved showing off. “Come here and feel this muscle.”

I was sitting in front of the X-Box and Tanner was sitting in the beanbag chair. One of those big round things that you could curl up in. I said I’d only known him for three weeks, but I already knew he was terribly vain and very much in love with his body. With good reason, of course, because his physique was spectacular; he had big bulging, perfectly defined, muscles and he was gorgeous and he loved being admired. I can assure you this wasn’t the first time, or even the tenth time, he has asked me to feel his muscles.

I walked over and placed my hand on his bulging bicep. “It’s amazing, Tanner. Absolutely amazing.”

“Don’t just touch it, man. Feel it. Get a good feel. Tell me what it feels like.”

So I used both hands and rubbed them over his amazing bulging bicep, getting a good feel. Just like all the other times he had me feel him up, I had to say something. I had to verbalize it and tell him how amazing he was. “It feels like a fuckin rock, Tanner. Like steel or something. It’s really hard, and it’s really big. There ain’t nobody around with an arm like this.”

“You bet, nobodies got an arm like this” he said. He seemed to be satisfied with my comment so he dropped his arm and I went back to my chair. “But that kid, Darrell. What a wimp he turned out to be” he said with a big grin on his face. “But it was fun. I really enjoyed kicking his ass. It was a lot more fun than those other runts that I stomped.”

He lay back on the chair with a big smile on his face as we reminisced. “I loved it when he was howling and begging me to stop. That always turns me on.”

“But, Tanner. You had him begging and crying for fifteen minutes or more” I said. “How many times did he yell ‘I give’? Ten? Fifteen?”

“Hey, I gotta have my fun” he laughed. “The little shit gave up way before I was ready to quit. Hell, I’d barely warmed up when he started begging me to stop. If I’m going to kick a guy’s ass I’m going to do it right.”

Tanner was a bully. A real bully who loved beating up on kids. He just seemed to like hurting people. And since he was all muscle he could take just about anybody on, and it seemed, he was always looking for an opportunity. And it didn’t take much. Tanner had a chip on his shoulder and if anyone even looked at him in the wrong way, he’d jump at the chance to take offense.

From the very first day I met him, when he slammed me up against the wall of my bedroom because of something I said, I learned to treat him with kid gloves. I was super careful about what I said to him, because he was overly sensitive and he never let anything go by. If he thought anyone gave him even the slightest hint of disrespect he’d pound the hell out of them. I know because he pounded on me. After he pounded on me three times, I learned to keep my mouth shut. He was a hunk and I was a skinny runt, so I was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend anyway, but I was always a little on edge when I was with him, careful not to provoke him.

Tanner had only been here three weeks and he’d beat up three kids already for some slight he thought they had given him. Darrell was the fourth. Tanner had bumped into Darrell in the hall one day when I was with him, deliberately I think. Hell, I know it was deliberate. Tanner bumped him on purpose. He’d already told me he thought Darrell was a stuck up shit, so, for some reason, he had it in for him from the beginning. When he bumped him, Darrell turned and said ‘watch it’, and that was enough. When I heard him say that I knew he was dead meat.

“Did you like it when I made him eat dirt?” Tanner asked as he put his hands behind his head, basking in the memory of the beating. He was lying back in the beanbag chair with a big grin on his face.

“Yeah, that was cool” I said. “But you’d been rubbing his face in the dirt anyway.”

“Rubbing his face in the dirt and making him eat dirt are completely different things” he said. “He ate it because I’d kick the shit out of him and force him to do it. He did it because I made him do it. I was holding his hair and holding that dirt in front of his face while he was bawling his eyes out, and he licked it out of my hand because he knew he had no other choice.”

‘Well, yeah. You made that clear. It was eat dirt, or the stomping would go on. Yeah, he knew that.”

“You also noticed that I made him thank me for it” he gloated. I admit I laughed at the time because it was amazing, watching that hunk Darrell, lying at Tanner’s feet crying his eyes out, begging Tanner not to hurt him anymore, and then thanking Tanner for beating him up and thanking him again for making him eat dirt. Tanner was laughing at him as he did it just to humiliate him even more, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. It was horrible, but it was funny. And it was hot. Very, very hot. It gave me one hell of a hard-on.

“He’s going to be my lackey” Tanner said emphatically. “My first one. My first one after you, that is. I’ve decided.”

“Lackey?” I questioned. “What do you mean, lackey? I’m to be your lackey?””

“Yeah, I’m tired of being the good son” he said. “This is bullshit. I gotta let loose. I gotta have some action.”

“Huh?” What does that mean?”

“It means I been being good” he said. “My dad said he’d kill me if I didn’t behave this time, and I’ve been behaving, but I’m sick of it. A stud like me has got to do what he’s got to do. “

“What’s that?” I said. “You’ve been good? Tanner, you’ve beat up four guys since you’ve been here and you’re saying that’s being good?”

“That doesn’t even count” he said. “So I kicked their butts. So what? Big deal. That was just for the fun of it, for the exercise for god’s sake. I didn’t do anything else to them. I didn’t make them pay.”

“I don’t understand” I said. “You’ll understand soon enough. You’re going to be my number one lackey.”

“But Tanner” I said, surprised, to say the least. He was being really weird. “I’m not your lackey. We’re friends. You’re my friend. I’m not your lackey.”

“You don’t think so?” he chuckled. “You just don’t know it. Come over here.”

“Huh?” I said.

“I said, get over here” he repeated as he sat up in the bag chair.

“What?” I asked. “What do you want?” I knew something freaky was going on here, but I didn’t know what. I’m to be his lackey, his flunkey?

“Charlie” he snapped. “I said get over here.” I hesitantly got up and walked over to him. “Get down here.” I got down on my knees in front of him. He slapped me.

“Aaoooh” I yelled. “Tanner? Why’d you do that?” I put my hand to my cheek because it really stung.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“What do you mean did I like that?” I asked. “That hurt.” He slapped me again on the other side.

“Yeeooh” I yelled.

“Did you like that one” he asked calmly.

“Tanner, please” I yelled. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to” he said, and slapped me a third time. I yelled once more and tried to get up and back away, but he grabbed me by the neck and held me there in front of him.

“Please, Tanner. Don’t” I whimpered. “Don’t.”

“You’re going to answer my fuckin question. Do you like it when I hit you?” He jerked my hand away from my stinging cheek and hit me again. I know my cheeks must have been turning red because those slaps really stung.

“Tanner, please. Don’t hit me” I pleaded. “No, I don’t like it. How could I like it?”

“Wrong answer” he said. I had both of my hands in front of my face, trying to protect myself, but he knocked them aside and hit me again, forehand and backhand. I started crying.

“Tanner, you’re hurting me” I cried. “Please, don’t.”

“Tell me what I want to hear” he demanded, “or I’ll keep hurting you.”

I finally got it through my thick skull what he wanted. “Okay, okay” I yelled. “I like it, god damn it. I like it.”

“You like what?” he growled at me.

“I like you hitting me, damn it” I yelled angrily through my tears. It was stupid thing to say but I had to say it. “Okay? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s it” he chuckled. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up next to him in the chair. Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulled me in close, hugging me and grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

I was still sniffling as he pulled my head down on his shoulder. “It’s okay, babe. It’s okay” he whispered into my ear. (Babe?)

He held me there, in the beanbag chair, for probably an hour without saying a word as we watched the TV. He had his hand on his crotch the whole time, giving it a good squeeze occasionally, keeping the massive bulge looking massive. Did I tell you about Tanner’s big bulge? It wasn’t simply big. It was enormous, gigantic. He had to be twice as big as me and that ain’t no exaggeration. And I ain’t no midget either. He had to be at least ten inches, maybe even twelve. He was simply huge.

And he was really proud of it. That’s why he had us strip down to our underwear when we were alone, and he always kept himself semi-hard.

After Tanner went home and I climbed into bed, I jerked off, as per usual. But this time I was not thinking of the guy in the muscle magazine. I was thinking of Tanner. I was thinking of Tanner’s arm around me. I was thinking of him playing with his dick. I shot a gusher.

Was I gay? I hadn’t experienced anything but I was pretty sure of it. I knew I was only interested in boys. Cute boys turned me on a lot more than girls did. And boys with muscles, like Tanner, turned me on even more. But, no way in hell was I going to let Tanner know that.

Tanner and I had become pretty close in the past three weeks, and I was really learning to like him and respect him. We walked to school together, walked home together, ate lunch together, and spent the afternoons and many evenings together in my bedroom. So far, I seemed to be his only friend, and I basked in that. He was such a hunk and I was just a skinny wimp. He worked out all the time and was really built, and was very handsome as well. I was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend.


The very next day I was with Tanner when we saw Darrell in the hallway. He had a Band-Aid on his forehead and another on his cheek and he also had a couple bruises showing. Tanner had made a mess of his face.

Darrell stopped and looked down at the floor when Tanner stepped in front of him.

“What did your parents say?” Tanner asked.

“Nothin, Tanner. Nothin” he said, his voice quivering. “I didn’t say nothin.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I said it was some guys I didn’t know, Tanner” he croaked. “Honest, Tanner. I didn’t mention you.”

“Good boy” Tanner said with a smile. “Here, I don’t need my math book anymore. Bring this by my locker after school.” He handed Darrell his math book.

“Okay, Tanner” he answered as he took the book, never once looking at Tanner’s face. I guess I wasn’t completely shocked, since Tanner had really worked the kid over yesterday, but even so, it was obvious that Tanner was going to turn him into his lackey, his servant. Shit! That was amazing. That was hot.

“He said it was ‘some’ guys” Tanner said to me and laughed. “He’ll never admit that it was just me alone, and I didn’t even break a sweat.” I laughed along with him.

Darrell was waiting at Tanner’s locker after school. “Here’s your math book, Tanner” he said as he held it up.

Tanner pulled his backpack from his locker. “Put it in here, boy” he said and Darrell put the book in his pack. “You gonna thank me?” he asked.

Darrell looked up at Tanner’s face for the first time, with a look of surprise. “Huh? What?”

“I let you carry my book for me, you should thank me” Tanner said simply.

There was a slight pause, but then Darrell thanked him. “Thank you, Tanner.”

“You want to carry my backpack home for me?” Tanner asked.

“Ahhh …. what? Ahhh ….” Darrell sputtered. “I’ve got practice, Tanner.”

“Bring it by my house when you’re finished” Tanner said, handing him the pack. “No. On second thought, bring it by Charlie’s house. I’ll be over there.” Tanner turned and walked away with me scurrying along behind him.

The fact is, Tanner was always at my house. He had a real prick for a father so he avoided going home as much as possible. I didn’t have a father at all and my mother worked some strange shift which took her from 3:00 PM to midnight. She even worked weekends to get the extra pay, so I rarely saw her. I took care of myself.

Tanner and I were playing ‘Call To Duty: Modern Warfare’ on the X-Box when the doorbell rang. As usual with Tanner, we had stripped down to our underwear.

“He’s here” I said as I put the controller down. Tanner headed downstairs with me following behind.

“Come on in” Tanner said as he opened the door.

Darrell looked really startled because Tanner was damn near naked. His big muscular body totally intimidating, and his half hard prick barely covered by his bikini. Darrell looked him up and down and visibly gulped.

“I …. I …. I can’t stay” he mumbled. “I’ve got to get home to dinner. I just wanted to bring you your pack.”

“I said, come in” Tanner repeated. Darrell gulped again, and looked like he was beginning to sweat. But he stepped into the room as Tanner closed the door.

“Here’s your pack” he said, holding it out. Tanner just stared at him for a moment, his arms folded across his muscled chest, making no attempt to take the pack. Darrell held it there wondering what to do and becoming very uncomfortable. “Here ….ahhh. I’ve ….” he stuttered.

Finally Tanner nodded his head over towards me, and Darrell handed me the pack.

“You got something to say to me?” Tanner said menacingly. I could see that Darrell was shaking, and his sweaty face was turning white in fear.

“I …. ahhh ….. ahhh …., Tanner. I ….” he stuttered. He didn’t know what to say.

“Did you thank me, Darrell?” Tanner growled at him.

“Oh shit” Darrell mumbled under his breath. “Thank you, Tanner” he blurted out. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me carry your pack.” Tanner put his hand over Darrell’s mouth and chin and pushed him backwards, banging his head against the door.

“Are you my punk, Darrell?” he asked. “You my punk?” Darrell only thought about it for a second and then said what he knew Tanner wanted to hear.

“Yes, Tanner” he said, his voice muffled by Tanner’s hand. “Yes I am.”

“Tell me” Tanner growled as he squeezed Darrell’s cheeks painfully. “Tell me you’re my punk.”

“Yeah, Tanner. I’m your punk. I’m your punk.”

“Prove it” he said. “Get down on the floor and kiss my feet.” There was a long pause while a visibly shaking Darrell absorbed this command.

“Tanner …. please” he pleaded softly.

“Do I have to kick your ass again?” Tanner said aggressively.

“No, Tanner. Please, no” Darrell actually shuttered.

“So get on your fuckin knees and kiss my feet.”

As I watched in amazement, Darrell got down on his knees, bent over and kissed each of Tanner’s bare feet. Then he looked up into Tanner’s face.

“Now get the hell out” Tanner ordered him. “Be here in the morning to carry my pack to school.”

“Okay, Tanner” Darrell said with some relief, obviously happy to be able to get away. Tanner and I headed back up into my bedroom.

“I slapped you yesterday” Tanner said to me as he lay back in the bean bag chair. “Have you decided that you like it?” Of course, I had thought about it. I was still sore. But, again, I knew he had to be treated with kid gloves, and I knew the answer he wanted.

“If that’s what you want, it’s okay, Tanner” I answered.

“Yes, that’s what I want” he said, “but that’s not what I asked you. Do you like it when I hit you?” I still didn’t want to say it, because no, I didn’t like it. I didn’t want him to hit me.

“Tanner ….” I started to say.

“Get your buns over here” he snapped at me.

“Tanner, please” I pleaded, but he just glared at me, so I walked over to him. He nodded his head, telling me to get down on my knees, which I did. I knew he was going to hit me, but he was so quick that I didn’t have a chance to prepare anyway. ‘Whack!’

This time my head snapped around.

“Yeeeaaaoooh, Tanner” I yelled, putting my hand to my cheek. He just glared at me for a minute or so as I rubbed my cheek. This was the hardest slap yet.

“I like hitting guys, Charlie” he said calmly. “And I really like hitting you. Is that okay?”

“Tanner ….” I whimpered. “Please ….”

“Tanner, please” he said in a squeaky voice, mimicking me. “If I like it, you like it. That’s the way it is.”

There was a long pause while the tears dripped down my cheeks and he glared at me. “Okay, Tanner” I whimpered. “If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want” he said firmly. “Now put your hand down.” It was clear what he wanted. I had to get my hand out of the way, and he was going to hit me again. But what could I do? I put my hand down. ‘Whack!’

He hit me again on the other cheek, hard. Again, almost knocking me over. I controlled myself this time and did not yell even though it really hurt, but I let out an involuntary “Ouch” instead. My tears were streaming down my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down next to him, putting his arm around me again. Surprisingly, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s okay, babe” he said. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll be my number one boy. Okay?” Hugging me tight against him, he looked into my eyes from only inches away. “Okay?” he repeated.

“Okay, Tanner. Okay” I blubbered through my tears.

“Good” he said. “You do what I tell you and you can be my best bud.” He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

Almost immediately, he put his hand on his crotch and began squeezing his dick, so it wasn’t long before he had that enormous bulge showing again. I always wore jockey shorts but Tanner wore skin tight little bikini underwear in light colors. They were some thin synthetic material that stretched and hid very little even when he was soft, and when he was hard it stretched and showed everything, a perfect outline of his dick through the material. It held him in, barely, but otherwise he might as well not have been wearing anything.

After only a minute or so, he grabbed my hand and pulled it over to that big bulge. “You do it” he said.

“What?” I said, really shocked. He wanted me to play with his dick?

“Keep it hard” he said as he continued watching the TV.

As you can imagine, since I thought I was gay anyway, I’d certainly been aware that Tanner was very big down there. Hell, I’d had wet dreams as I fantasied about touching it, or even sucking it. I’d never sucked anybody’s dick of course, hell, I hadn’t even touched anybody before, but the internet was full of that stuff so I wasn’t totally ignorant about it either.

“You want ….” I started to say, but he interrupted me.

“Do what you’re told” he said. So, I grabbed on to his dick, while mine suddenly sprung alert and got so hard it was painful. I felt a shot of pure energy shoot through me from head to toe. Tanner was actually letting me touch his dick! I was excited. I was thrilled, I was hot and I was hard; really hard. Shit, the biggest, hottest dick on the planet and I had it in my hand.

Was Tanner gay? Of course not. He couldn’t be gay. I knew that. He was the straightest, butchest guy I’d ever met. But straight or gay, if he wanted me to play with his dick, I was sure happy to do it. I started massaging it through his bikini. This went on for maybe ten minutes while he stayed hard as a rock.

“Get it out” he said finally. Again he surprised me. Evidently he was going to let me jerk him off. I pealed the bikini off of his dick allowing it to shoot out and then slap against his abs. And what a dick. I could barely reach my hand around it.

“Easy” he said. “Just hold it.” Obviously he did not want to get too hot and did not want to cum, so I held on to the monstrous thing. Not jerking it but just holding it in my hot little hand. That dick felt hot to the touch but I was so hot myself that I was about to explode, so I accidentally let out a moan. It was embarrassing but I was moaning in excitement just from touching him.

“You like that, huh?” Tanner chuckled. “Yeah, I got a big one. Everybody likes it.”

“Everybody?” I asked.

“Yeah, everybody. Why do you think we moved here?” he laughed. “My dick was getting too popular.”

“What? No” I stammered in surprise. “You moved because of your dick?”

“Yeah, my dick. Everybody wanted my dick” he laughed. “They just couldn’t get enough of it.”

“That’s why you moved here?” I gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Hell, no” he laughed. “Once I got somebody acquainted with my dick, they always wanted more. And I did one hell of a lot of ‘acquainting’. The neighbors next door and the one across the street, my gym teacher, my cousins, my buddies Larry, Sal and Neil, and even Larry’s girlfriend. And a bunch of others too, maybe a dozen more. They all wanted my dick. Even my Sunday school teacher for god’s sake. Hell, even my Mom. I had a list of cock worshipers a mile long.”

“Even your Mom?” I asked in shock, as I forced my eyes away from his prick and looked into his eyes. “No way!”

“Yeah, my Mom” he laughed. “She never actually did anything but she sure admired my bulge all the time. Where do you think I got all these skimpy little bikinis? She bought them for me.”

“I don’t believe you” I said. But of course I believed him. Every word. He was so obviously dominant and arrogant and aggressive, that, along with that monster dick of his, it was easy to believe that he could get anybody he wanted to go down on him.

“So, it ain’t no surprise that you want my dick” he said as I again pried my eyes away from his massive pole and looked into his face. “You want to suck on it?” he asked simply, giving me a big smile.

After what he just said, I shouldn’t have been shocked, but I was. This straight he-man. This muscled super-boy. He wanted me to suck him? Really? Me? Insignificant little nobody? I felt another surge shoot through my body right up to the tip of my prick. Just that quick, I was on the verge of cuming. He saw my shocked look and chuckled. “Go ahead, babe” he laughed. “Get down there and lick it. You’re going to love it.”

I was not quite sure what reality was right now, and whether he really meant what he said. He acted so straight and so butch it just seemed unlikely he’d let me suck him. Was he kidding? I was a wimp. I was a nonentity, while he was like a god. He was going to let me suck him?

Or was he just playing with me and would he murder me if I dared to do anything? I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I’d had wet dreams about sucking his dick, so I wasn’t about to let this opportunity get away.

I got down on the floor between his legs, and looked up at him. He smiled at me. I stuck out my tongue and gave his big rod a lick, up one side and down the other. He was still smiling so he liked it. It was heavenly.

I licked up and down the rod a couple more times. Tanner grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up and smiled at me. “You’re doing good, babe” he said and slapped me.

I yelped: “Yeaoh! Tanner!” From delightful repose to painful misery in one second. He didn’t hit me all that hard, but it hurt and it caught me by surprise, causing me to yelp. He told me to lick and he said I was doing good, and then he hits me. What was going on with him? He was holding me by the hair and looking into my eyes with a big grin on his face as I put my hand to my sore cheek.

“Put your hand down” he said calmly, still grinning. I put my hand down. Very coolly, still holding my hair, he raised his hand slowly and deliberately, holding it in front of my face. Then he swung, slapping me once again. I saw it coming and squinted but couldn’t do anything else. “Yeaoh!” I yelped. He put his hand to my face rubbing it all over which was kind of humiliating, and I guess showed he was in charge. He kept right on grinning at me.

“You gotta thank me when I do something for you, Charlie” he said as he grinned. “You gotta thank me and you’ve gotta kiss it.”

“Huh?” I said. He put his hand in front of my face.

“This is the hand that hit you” he said. “Kiss it.” I just looked at him with a shocked look on my face. I had to kiss his hand after he hit me? He couldn’t mean that. “I said, kiss it, god damn it” he snapped at me, his grin going away. I may be slow on the uptake, but I’m not totally stupid. I kissed his hand.

“Now thank me” he said. I was now on the same wavelength as he was, and realized that I had to do whatever he said.

“Thank you” I whispered.

“For what?” he asked softly.

“For …. for …. for my ….” I stammered. “Thank you …. for hitting me?” I questioned.

“Yeah” he chuckled. “You gotta thank me every time. Now get on my dick. You’re going to love it.” I had tears in my eyes as he let go of my hair and pushed me back down on his dick. I licked.

Tanner was uncut, but when he was hard the skin pulled back showing an enormous head which I wanted to take in my mouth, but he pushed me away and told me to continue licking. So for the next fifteen minutes I licked and slobbered all over his dick. At one point he had me remove his bikini and then pushed my head down to his balls as he grabbed his dick and started playing with it. He was occasionally banging his hand against my nose as he had me work on his balls. I loved it.

After another ten minutes or so of me slobbering on his balls, he grabbed my hair. Pulling me up over his body forcing me to scramble, he pulled me up to his face. Holding me there for a few seconds, looking me in the eye, he spit on me. I was horrified.

“Tanner” I yelled. I couldn’t believe he spit on me, right in my face. I felt my super hard-on throbbing in my jockeys. Spiting on me? This was horrible, but Jesus, did it ever turn me on. “Tanner, what are you doing?”

“Shut up” he snapped at me.

“Tanner, please” I whimpered. “Please.” He ignored me and moved his hand over my face smearing the spit all over. As he looked into my eyes, still holding my head up by my hair, he deliberately spit into my face once more and then smeared it all over. I just stared at him in shock.

Not for a second did I consider saying something or objecting to what he was doing. Tanner was twice my size to begin with, and could have broken me in half with one hand if he wanted to. Besides, I didn’t understand why he had picked me to be his friend in the first place; a god like him and a skinny wimp like me. So, in some ways I knew I was just a convenience for him. Someone to keep his ego pumped. And I knew it was an honor to be his friend. Yeah, no question, it was an honor. So if hitting me and spitting on me and humiliating me was a requirement to be his friend, I guess I’d have to accept it.

So, now, he was slapping me and spitting on me and humiliating me, but he was also having me lick his prick which was the most exciting thing I’d ever done. With the pain comes the pleasure, I guess. But why was he doing this? I didn’t have an answer, except that he was a bully.

“Thank me” he said, holding my head up by my hair and grinning into my face. “Thank me for spitting on you.” The way things were going, I guess I wasn’t even surprised that he said this. I thanked him.

“Thank you, Tanner” I mumbled. “Thank you for spitting on me.”

“Good boy,” he laughed and fluffed my hair and then pushed me back down to his crotch. “Take it in your mouth” he said.

So I did. I took the head of that monster in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how wide I had to open to take it, but it was so exciting that I couldn’t stand it. I mean it, I was so fuckin turned on that I couldn’t stand it.

So, yes, I did. I shot my load. I ejaculated. “Uggh, uggh, uggh” I grunted as I fired shot after shot into my jockeys. I pulled back off of Tanner’s cock but he only laughed.

“You little fucker” he laughed. “You are a hot one aren’t you? You’re going to make one hell of a cocksucker.” I was horribly embarrassed and couldn’t even look at him as my ejaculation kept on and on. He gave me a minute or two to recover before he said anything. “Get back on my prick” he said, reaching down and tapping me lightly on the back of the head. I glanced up into his face and saw he was still laughing. “It’s my turn now” he said.

So I took his cock in my mouth again. Obviously I know you’re supposed to jack it up and down as you suck so that’s what I did. I took as much in my mouth as I could comfortably fit, probably a good five inches, and started sucking up a storm and bobbing my head up and down.

Tanner just let me go at it, and as I looked up I saw his eyes closed and that ever-present grin pasted on his face. Seeing that grin on his face really turned me on because I knew I must have been doing something right. Let me tell you it absolutely thrilled me to know that I was capable of giving my muscle boy pleasure. My muscle boy.

For the longest time Tanner just lay there with his eyes closed not saying anything, just letting me have my fun with his prick. And I found out what heaven was like. Sucking him and licking him and then back to sucking, I was doing everything in my power to make this good for him, and it was working. I kept my eyes on his face and that smile told me that he was enjoying it, really enjoying it.

You would not believe what a thrill it was for me to see that look on his face, knowing that this hunk, this muscleman, this super-boy, was getting totally turned on by my actions. Me. Skinny little insignificant me. I was hard as a rock all over again.

Then I felt his dick start to throb, and he moaned softly. He was going to cum.

I felt his hand on my head as he grabbed my hair with one hand and his dick with the other. Holding me there and maybe pushing another inch of dick into my mouth almost choking me, he started to shoot.

“Swallow it, baby” he murmured. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the flood of fluid shooting into my mouth. It didn’t have much taste, but was kind of gooey and slimy. Not slimy, not slimy at all, but more like gooey sweat. It was shooting into my mouth and Tanner was gasping and moaning, so I knew he was loving it. And so was I. I kept staring up at his face as his whole body was shaking. He was so beautiful it took my breath away.

He was holding my head and not allowing me to move, so I was swallowing as fast as I could as he loaded my mouth with his sweet cum. Yeah, sweet. Anything coming from Tanner had to be sweet.

But he actually overwhelmed me and some of his cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth. But then, after I’d swallowed an unbelievable amount of cum, he finally quit shooting. He removed his hands from my hair and from his dick, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want it to end. That look of pleasure on this muscle god’s face was like total joy for me and I was hopelessly in love.

I was still gulping, getting the last of his cum as he opened his eyes. His smile get even bigger as he looked down at me, and I gasped and I think my heart may have missed a beat. I don’t know how to describe true love, but it brought tears to my face.

“Clean me up, babe” he chuckled. “I think you missed some.” I swirled my tongue around his softening dick a couple more times and then pulled back, allowing it to slap against his abs. Keeping my eyes glued to his, I stuck out my tongue and started licking up the cum from his crotch hairs.

After a couple minutes of watching his smiling face, I took his dick back in my mouth.

“Woah, baby” he laughed. “Woah. That’s enough.” He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his dick.

“Please, Tanner. Please. Let me suck you. I’ll suck you all night if you want” I said, actually pleading with him. Hopelessly in love? I was desperately in love!

“Don’t worry, hon. You’ll get plenty of chances” he said with that big smile. “I’m going to teach you how to really suck cock. You’re going to learn what ‘deep throat’ is all about.”

My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I knew if I even touched it I’d shoot a gusher, but it didn’t matter now anyway. All that mattered was my new god’s pleasure.

Tanner grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up over his body so our faces were inches apart. That incredible smile of his was driving me absolutely crazy.

‘Say please” he said.

I wasn’t sure for what, but I said: “Please.” He slapped me.

He didn’t hit me hard, but it was hard enough to sting. Even so, I forced myself not to cringe, but to keep the smile on my face. “Thank you, Tanner” I said joyfully. God, I loved him.

“Open your mouth” he said. I did what I was told, even though I thought I knew what was coming. He spit in my mouth. Yeah, right in my mouth.

“Thank you, Tanner” I said, smiling at him as I made a big production of swallowing his spit.

“Master” Tanner said.

“Master” I repeated after him. Tanner pulled my face down to his and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. A kiss! A real kiss. Right on the lips!

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