Randy's Conquests

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Randy's Conquests – Chapter Six

Jason’s Story

God, I couldn’t stand that little creep. It made me sick to my stomach just to hear that squeaky falsetto voice of his. What fuckin pansy. Aright, so he had a body. That was Randy’s doing, forcing him to work his ass off in the gym, giving him muscles. But it was that face that was the killer. Totally girlish. Everybody said he was beautiful, even though couldn’t see it that way. What I could see was that he looked more feminine than most of the girls in our school, with that long silky blond hair almost to his shoulders. He’d make a great homecoming queen -homecoming queer.

But he is such a shit. A real son-of-a-bitch. But nobody seems to see the real him the way I do. Hell, every damn girl in our school is in love with him, and they all seem to think he's not only beautiful, but the sweetest thing on the planet. And the guys too. Everybody's attracted to him and he has more friends than anybody except maybe Randy.

I'm the only one that can see the real 'Landon', can see what a real asshole he really is.

And Randy. I cannot understand how Randy cannot see Landon for what he really is. He knows Landon is always shitty to me, and he sees it every time we get together. Alright, so I understand he gives one hell of a blowjob, and Randy is partial to that. I know he likes Landon’s blowjobs better than mine because Landon tells me so constantly and Randy never disagrees with him. But Iain’t no slouch either. Hey, I love sucking dick and I particularly love sucking Randy's dick and I know he loves me doing it. I can tell you, he sure doesn’t complain when I blow him, but I admit he's never quite as effusive like he is when Landon blows him.

But, okay, so he gives great blowjobs. What the fuck else has he got going for him? I admit he doesn’t act feminine and with those muscles of his, he doesn’t look it either. It’s just those girlish good looks that makes me think he’s a lady.

Besides being a shit, he is also a wimp. We’re both on the wrestling team and while Irwin most of my matches he loses a lot of his, even though he is way down in the weight classes. The only reason he hasn’t been kicked off the team is because Randy wants him there.

I’ve watched him wrestle and I can tell you he ain’t for shit, and know I could take him with one hand tied behind my back. He knows it too. Yeah, he does. Of course, I outweigh him by twenty pounds, but it wouldn’t make any difference. There’s no doubt he’s afraid of me, but since he can hide behind Randy’s skirts, so to speak, he thinks he can talk back to me. And he does talk back to me, constantly, and Randy lets him get away with it. Randy won’t let me touch him.

Now, the truth is, I love Randy. I love him with all my heart and I know he loves me too. He is just fuckin perfect in every way. For the longest time he wouldn’t say it, but I finally got him to say the magic words: ‘I Love You’. Yes, he said it. He loves me.

But, what is the deal with Landon? Randy’s says he loves him. How could he? How could he love me and love that little shit too? I don’t pretend to understand that.

Now, I understand that Randy is special. He’s a special human being. I know that, and I respect that, and I feel honoured that he loves me, but I accept his superiority and am more than willing to submit to him and serve him in any way that I can. Shit, every time he looks into my eyes I melt and become almost breathless. Randy is special, and I love him dearly, and I'm thrilled that he loves me in return.

Although I'm not thrilled to share Randy with anybody, I understand that his needs are different from mine, so I grudgingly accept the fact that he shares himself around with Landon and others. I accept it because I must accept it. But he gives me a lot: loads of affection and love, and there's no doubt whatsoever that I'm very special to him. The most special of all.

The other part of Randy is that he demands respect and adulation. But I’m more than willing to give him that because he is obviously superior to mere mortals. Most everybody is totally in awe of him. I've seen some of them grovel or crawl, or whatever, just to ingratiate themselves with him. I mean, Landon is a good example. Randy effects people that way. Yeah, he does.

But I’m special to him. I’m special because Randy says I’m special. The most thrilling point of my life was the day that Randy said ‘I love you’ to me. They say love is blind. Well, I guess I’m deaf, dumb and blind when it comes to Randy.

I’ve asked him about his feelings for Landon and he says I don’t have to understand it, I just must accept it. He’s says he loves me, but evidently, he loves Landon too, and that is just the way it is. Yes, Landon treats him like a god while he treats me like shit, but when I have complained to Randy, he tells me I’ve gotto shut up about it and live with it.

Okay, so it's not like I don't understand the problem. It's simple jealousy. Landon just cannot accept that Randy is my lover. I mean, I've been Randy's best friend, like, forever, and his workout partner since day one while Landon only showed up this past year. Landon hates me because I have a better relationship with Randy than he does.

So, I understand his problem, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’d like to strangle the little bastard. If Randy weren’t protecting him I swear I would tear the little shit to pieces and flush him down the commode.

“It’s alright with me,” I said to Randy. “I wouldn’t mind having a flunky around to move the weights while we workout. But he’s hot for you and you know he’s going to be a distraction.”

“All he’s going to do is help move the weights and take care of towels and stuff” Randy said. “Nothing else. If he’s a distraction, we’ll throw him the hell out.”

Although Kyle was standing just inside the door, we were talking about him as if he wasn’t even there. But he just stood there meekly without saying anything.

“You got that, Kyle?” Randy said.

“Yes, sir” Kyle answered contritely.

“Boss” Randy corrected. “You call me Boss when you're here, just like everybody else.”

“Okay, sure, Boss” he answered cheerfully.

“You follow directions and do what you’re told, but otherwise keep out of the way and keep your mouth shut. Got that?” Randy asked.

“Sure, Boss. I got it” Kyle answered showing an enormous smile on his face.

Kyle had been sitting by the garage door when Randy and I came from school. “The little fuck” Randy had said to me, right in Kyle's face. “We’ll never be able to get rid of him now.” The ‘little fuck’ didn't say anything but just gave him a great big grin. So, Randy allowed him in and laid down the law about him helping me change weights and keeping the place organized.

I didn’t mind because he would be doing my work for me, and besides he was a cute little tyke. He was madly in love with Randy which I thought was hilarious, but he was wild for muscles too, so that included me. Hell, I don’t mind being admired, I like it. And having this little kid drooling over us during our workouts could be fun. If we could keep him quiet that is.

And, I must admit, having him and his buddy Ben watching while I sucked Randy off yesterday, was a real turn-on. It made it more exciting and I liked it.

“Jace” Randy said. “Landon and Bryan are coming over to work out with us today. They should be here any minute.” He was looking me in the eye as he waited for my reaction.

“Oh, no. Boss, you’re kidding” I said in shock. “You didn’t tell me. You didn’t let me know.”

“I’m telling you now” he said.

“You know I can’t stand the little creep” I said. “You want me to work out with him again?”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you couldn’t handle it. But, yes, you’ll work out with him, so shut up about it” Randy said sternly.

“Boss, please ….” I said. “You can’t mean it.”

“That’s enough” Randy said. That’s when the door opened, and Landon and Bryan walked in. And I swear to god, Landon looked at me first and he had a smirk on his face. The little shit thought he had put something over on me.

“Hi, Boss. Are we on time?” he said brightly.

“Yeah, you are” Randy said. “But let’s strip down and get ready.” Randy sat on the lifting bench just like always, and I got down and removed his shoes and socks. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Landon was not stripping, but had his arms folded over his chest and was watching me on my knees with that big smirk on his face.

Just that quick I felt my temperature go up and the anger beginning to build. But I had to control it because Randy would not stand for an outburst.

“I said strip” Randy growled, and Landon and Bryan both got down to get their shoes off. I helped Randy with his shirt and shorts, getting him down to just his jockstrap. We had our ritual which I intended to follow no matter what, so I leaned forward and gave Randy’s cloth covered prick a kiss.

“Thank you, Boss” I said and kissed his prick again. He reached down and rubbed his hand through my hair. Petting it? I suppose so.

Hey, I always did this, every fucking day, and I loved doing it. I was always more than happy to show my deference to him, and I wanted him to show his affection by kissing me or fluffing my hair or something. But doing it in front of Landon was another matter.

And, yes, as you can imagine, I heard Landon sniggering in the background. I looked up at Randy, but he didn’t react or say anything. He was letting the little shit get away with it, which increased my anger.

I closed my eyes and said ‘control, control, control ‘silently to myself as I tried to handle my anger. I was about to explode.

“Get with it, Jace” Randy said. Even though I was seething inside I managed to keep control as I stripped down to my jockstrap. “Kyle, you keep your clothes on.”

“Sure, Boss” Kyle said brightly.

We were doing separate workouts since it wasn’t practical for all four of us to do the same thing. Randy and I were doing chest and back, while Landon and Bryan were doing arms and shoulders. Randy kept a constant commentary going and had us examining each exercise and evaluating our form aiming for perfect execution. Randy was always a stickler for perfect form when lifting.

Randy’s workout room was all mirrors, so we were always checking ourselves out, but today even more so, as Randy had us compare each other constantly. Randy was big, with perfectly shaped muscles, while I was also big, damn near as big as he was. Landon had a very tight little body, with very defined musculature. Bryan was Randy’s father’s boss’s son and was a swimmer, so he had a nice slim swimmer's build. However, he’d been working out with Landon for a while now and was beginning to show potential for building some real muscles.

“Help him, Landon” Randy said as Bryan was doing individual dumbbell curls. “Just the lightest touch to force those last couple reps.” Landon put his hand under the dumbbell to help, as Bryan strained to complete eight full reps with the forty-pound weight.

“Oh, shit” Bryan said as he dropped the dumbbell.

“Feels great doesn’t it?” Randy asked. “Now flex it. Show us what you’ve got.”

“Oh god, yes” Bryan said as he grimaced from the pain as he flexed his biceps. “Feels fantastic.’

I knew they were here to get some pointers from Randy, so I did my best to ignore them. Landon seemed to be on his best behaviour although it felt like he was sneering at me all the time. He made a couple snide comments which I ignored, but it kept my anger at a low boil the whole time.

It was perfectly clear what my problem was with Landon, or should I say, his problem with me. He was jealous. Yes, he was jealous. He knew I was number one with Randy and that I was bigger and stronger than him, so he was jealous of me. I often wondered how anyone as beautiful as him could be such a shit, but the answer was, he wasn’t a shit with anyone else. It was perfectly clear that he had it in for me while he acted like a perfect angel with everyone else.. He hated me because he knew I was special to Randy.

I said Landon was on his best behaviour, but when I was up to275 pounds on the bench press, I was trying for three reps. But I’d barely completed one before Randy had to grab on and help me with the other two.

“Jesus, you can’t even do one?” Landon said with a sneer. He’d never be able to press 275 pounds in a million years, but his comment really pissed me off.

“God, damn it, Landon ….” I shouted as I sat up on the bench.

“Can it” Randy growled. “Shut up both of you. Landon, that’s just about enough out of you.”

“Okay, Boss. Sorry “he said with that smirk still on his face, and he actually chuckled, so you knew damn well he wasn’t sorry. But that did it for me. I’d absolutely had enough.

"Randy, I've had enough …." I shouted. Yes, shouted. I don't shout at Randy, but this was just too much. I was beyond fed up.

"Hold-on, Jace" Randy said as he put his hands on my shoulders. I had put the bar on the rack and sat up and Randy was right behind me as my spotter. "Calm down" he said as he massaged my shoulders gently. "Calm down." Then he looked up at Landon. "Landon, you're acting like a real asshole, and you're aching for a bruising."

"Sorry, Boss" Landon said, but that smirk was still on his face.

"Don't you dare mess with me" Randy shouted. "I'll kick your ass right now." That smirk instantly disappeared from Landon's face. Randy was mad, and Landon could see it. It was about time that Randy called him down.

"Hold-on, Boss" he said holding his hands out, as if to hold Randy back. "Hold-on. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." There was no grin or smirk on his face now. "I didn't mean …. I mean it's just that he's such a …. He's such a …. blow-hard, that I can't help it."

Blow-hard? He thinks I’m a blow-hard? I'm not even sure what that means.

"The only thing saving your ass is me holding Jace back " Randy said as he continued massaging my shoulders. "So, you straighten up."

"Okay, Boss. I’m sorry. I won't do it anymore. I promise."

Son-of-a-bitch. He’s standing there and lying right to Randy's face. He ain't sorry, not for one second. I can see it in his face. I swear he was trying his dandiest to hold back a grin. I don't know why Randy couldn't see that? He knows Landon is a prick and is always making snide remarks towards me and this is the first time he's called him out. And now he can't see that Landon is playing him, lying through his teeth, and having no intention of changing his behavior. I don't know what the problem was except that maybe Randy was blinded by the kid’s beauty? I don't know what else it could be since Randy says he loves him. How in the fuck could he possible love that little shit?

I know Landon's jealous of me, but, if I want to be totally honest, I guess I'm jealous too. I wanted Randy all to myself. I admit it. I didn’t want to share, but I was forced to, because, Landon spent as many evenings with Randy as I did. Randy also played around and that was something that Landon and I both had to accept. But, truth is, we're young and we're gay and there ain't no point in being monogamous. I mean, Billy dam near lives with me and I'm screwing him all the time.

But things are different with Randy. We call him Boss. We all call him Boss, because, that's it, he’s the Boss. I call him my lover, but, I suppose you could say he's my Master, hence: Boss, and that's different. I loved Randy and he loved me in return, but that didn't necessarily mean we were equals. I knew my place. I was here to serve Randy, and I loved giving him pleasure. He was so responsive to my devotion, so appreciative of my affection, and always so loving, that looking up at him while he was fucking me, all sexed up and sweaty, was nothing less than glorious.

It's always a power thing with Randy because he's most definitely a dominant top and was always in control, but, that's perfect for me, because I love having Randy dominating me. Let me assure you, I'm a stud. Iain’t no wimp, I ain't no submissive bottom-boy, but with Randy I roll over on my back, stick my legs in the air and wag my tale. lol Having sex with Randy was something to be treasured.

That was Kyle’s first day helping us with our workout. Landon and Bryan were only there occasionally but from that day on, Kyle was always there. Later, Randy even let him start working out and lifting weights along with us. He needed it, he was such a skinny little runt. I knew Randy had a warm spot in his heart for the little kid, and I admit he was growing on me as well. He was always good natured and funny, and it was a pleasure having him around.

Although Randy insisted that Kyle would only watch and help and remain invisible while we worked out, he eventually relented and even let Kyle blow him once as well. If you had only seen the little kid, you’d have thought he had died and gone to heaven, the way he reacted. Like a kid in a candy store he went after Randy’s prick like it was the sweetest all-day-suckerin the world. I was standing there laughing and urging him on. I think he was madly in love with Randy, and was utterly thrilled to be allowed to suck his dick, but then again, who wasn’t in love with Randy? He just had that effect on people. Kyle came twice before he finally brought Randy off.

“Mmmmm. I love your cock” Billy said as he licked up and down the very hard post sticking up from my middle. “I could do this all daylong.”

“Well, we’ve got time” I chuckled. “So, you just keep on doing what you’re doing.” Billy was the kid that did Randy’s history homework every day. He’s the one we rescued a while back who was getting beat up by his slob of a cousin. (WoW chap. 22)

Let me quickly review our situations. Billy's father had recently gone to the Mayo Clinic for some virulent form of cancer, but he didn’t survive. After the funeral, his mother, who'd always been a heavy drinker anyway, became a total drunk. She didn’t pay much attention to Billy and didn’t seem to care where he was, so he spent a lot of his time with me, day and night. If I wasn’t with Randy, chances are, Billy and I were together.

My mother had walked out on me and my little brother Bobby years ago, and just recently my father skipped town leaving us with no place to go. (WoW chap. 17) With Randy’s help I finally got Bobby shipped off to his mother but I was not about to leave my school and my friends. And I was most definitely not going to leave Randy. The love of my life and my champion, my best friend, my superman, I wouldn’t leave him in a million years.

Now, here’s the story. Randy is basically my Master. Yes, he is. I am totally dedicated to him and perfectly happy to be his obedient servant and number one supporter. Randy is Boss! Always! I accept his leadership totally; lovingly.

So, anyway, at that time I had no place to go. Randy talked to our coach at school, but Coach had three young kids of his own, so Randy got him to agree to let me use his address, so I could remain in the school district, but that was all. Neither Randy nor I could find anyone to take me in.

But, here’s the kicker: Randy has a Master. Yes. Hard to believe, isn't it, but yes, he does? My Master has a Master. His name is Wade and he is a god among gods. Big, giant muscle man, total perfection in a human being. I think Randy is a god, a boy-god, so I guess that makes Wade an adult-god, a super-god. He is a super-god and he is a super-dominant gay man. He keeps a stable of hunks as his servants to serve his needs whenever he wishes. Yes, he does! He calls them his slaves, and Randy’s one of them. And Randy’s proud of it.

So, Randy approached Wade and asked if he would be willing to take me in, and he agreed. He simply recognized the predicament we were in and agreed to solve it. Of course, I fell for him from the get-go. I mean, he was simply a god, so how could I help it?

But he put his foot down. After only one time when I got him in a weak moment (Wade-weak?) and he fucked me, he said never again. He was to be my Uncle and I was to be his Nephew, and there would be no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. No hanky-panky. No Sex.

So, anyway, back to Billy. I had my own bedroom at Wade’s house, my house, (Wade insisted that I consider it my house), and Billy spent a lot of time there with me.

And Billy was just the sweetest little guy on the planet. Why his cousin would have wanted to be mean to him in the first place is beyond me. Billy was the same age as me, almost to the day, but he was still waiting for a possible growth spurt, because he was only5’6”. I was 5’10” myself and with my bodybuilding routine and my muscles, I outweighed him by a good forty pounds.

And Billy was mad for me. I met him when he was most vulnerable that night when I found him crying in his backyard. He was all beat up and in pain from his cousin stomping him, but even with a black eye and bruises everywhere he was just the cutest little guy I’d ever seen, and irresistible. So, before the night was over I fucked him for the first time.

I wouldn’t say Billy was in love with me, but he certainly had a ‘crush’ on me. He was a virgin when I met him but now he was a sex maniac and could never get enough.

So, back to Billy slobbering over my dick. “Mmmmm, I love your cock” he repeated as he licked up and down and up and down. I had a healthy piece of meat, not like Wade or Randy, but nobody was like Wade or Randy. But I had a healthy seven inches, and maybe just a smidgen more. Billy loved working on it.

“Are you going to suck it, or are you going to just lick it all day?” I asked.

He looked up at me with a grin on his face. “I’m going to lick it all day” he said and chuckled. “You don’t like it?”

“Hell yes, I like it” I said, grinning back at him. “But you’re getting me hot and I want you to suck me.”

“I’d rather you fuck me” he said and chuckled some more.

“Fine, fine” I said. “First, suck, then, fuck.”

“Sounds good to me” he said as he laughed and took my dick in his mouth. Billy loved getting fucked. In fact, he was crazy about it. But he enjoyed the build up as much as I did; the licking and the sucking, leading up to the fuck. Billy’s favourite activity was keeping his hand on his prick while I fucked him and trying to time his ejaculation perfectly with mine, almost to the second, so we’d both experience the joy of climaxing at the same time. So, he didn’t even want me to suck him off. Butch numbers like me, he said, didn’t suck. They got sucked. Yeah, he called me his ‘butch number’.

That didn’t change the fact that I loved sucking, and even though Billy didn’t have a whole lot down there to work with, we did some 69ing. I loved having a cock in my mouth. Any cock, even Billy’s little four-plus-incher.

I’d already had my work out that afternoon and had come home to find Billy lying on my bed. He had put in his daily appearance at home to let his drunk mom yell at him, and then had come to my house to wait for me. If she had a chance to bitch at him occasionally, his mother didn’t seem to care where he was.

I’d given Randy his usual ‘after workout’ blowjob but I had not cum myself. Randy didn’t like me touching myself when I sucked him. He wanted total concentration on him and on his dick, so I didn’t always shoot when he did. Oh, sometimes he’d have me put on a show and jerk off for him, and sometimes, in the excitement of the moment, I’d blow without even touching myself.

So today I was horny and evidently Billy was too, because I’d barely dropped my backpack when he was off the bed and groping my crotch. Then, within mere seconds he had me stripped and on the bed with him between my legs.

“Come-on, Billy” I said. “You’re driving me crazy.” Billy may have been sweet, but he was also a tease. Right now, he was fluttering his tongue on the head of my dick and was barely sucking on the tip. He knew the head of my dick tended to be sensitive, so he knew he was driving me up the wall. “You’re killing me, Billy” I laughed. “Suck on it.”

Pulling back off my dick he looked me in the eye. “Make me” he grinned.

“You little shit” I laughed as I grabbed him by the ears and pushed him down on my very hard pole. “Take this, your cunt” I said, forcing him all the way down, jamming his nose into my pubes. He was ready for it and had taken a big breath, so I just held him there. And held him there. And held him there.

At some point he had to choke for lack of breath and I was going to hold him there until he did. But I swear to God, he was going to outlast me. I held him there, like, forever before I relented and let him go. He came up gasping for breath, but he was grinning. “God, Jason. You are such a beast” he said, holding that silly grin. Almost immediately he swallowed my dick all the way to the core again. This time without me forcing him.

Billy had learned to give one hell of a blowjob, but mostly he wanted to be fucked. So, he seldom brought me off all the way with his mouth, and this time was no different. He sucked on me for maybe ten/fifteen minutes before he pulled back and looked up into my eyes.

“Please, Jason?” he said with this sorrowful, pleading look on his face. “Please?” This was a ritual with us, he had to plead, he had to say please. He had to ask me to fuck him. I had to know that he really wanted it. He had to show me that he wanted it more than I did.

“You got it” I said. Reaching down and grabbing his head with both hands I pulled him up over my body and latched my lips onto his. Billy put his arms around my neck as we kissed hard. I considered kissing to be an art, and I was damn good at it, sometimes soft and easy and sometimes violent. Right now, it was violent, almost to the lip-bruising stage, and Billy was returning it every bit as passionately as I was. I was hot and raring to go.

Rolling over on top of him, I got down between his legs and lifted them up. No slow preliminaries now, I was ready to fuck. Spitting on my hand I rubbed it into his little pucker and jammed a finger into him. “Ugg” he grunted as he looked me in the face. A look of stoic expectation. He was ready.

Spitting again and rubbing it up and down my rod, I took aim and pushed.

“Ohhh, shit, yes” Billy moaned. “Yesss, yesss, yesss.”

Billy was an absolute delight to fuck because he enjoyed it so much. Not necessarily loud, but definitely vocal, you knew he was in seventh heaven when he was being fucked.

“Ohhh, shit, Jason” he moaned. “Ohhhhhhh ….”

Hey, I ain’t no slouch. I know how to fuck. With almost no preliminary, I pushed it in and started banging him. Billy liked it rough and from my experiences with Randy, that’s the only way I knew how to do it. Really rough, hard, ‘slam it in’ type fucking.

Right now, I was hot, so I wasn’t interested in dragging it out in any way. Blowing Randy had got me hotted up, and now after Billy’s ministrations, I was hot and ready to shoot. So, it was not more than ten minutes before I felt the heat build up to the point of no return. Billy had his hand on his very hard dick, but was barely touching it, so I knew he was on the verge, and could cum in a second.

I let go. “Ohhhh, Shhhiiittt”I yelled as I slammed into him one final time, actually making the whole bed move as I fired my first shot. Billy jerked his dick madly for a couple seconds and started to shoot only seconds later. He was howling and I was howling as we both fired shot after shot, me into his ass, and him onto his chest and belly. I banged into his ass a couple more times in the excitement of the moment as I fired again and again and again.

“Shiittit, shiittit, shiiittt” I howled. “Yesss, yesss, yesss” came from Billy

And then we were done. As we slowly started to recover from our ejaculations, Billy moaned. “Ohhhhh, Jason, Jason, Jason.”

I simply sank down on top of him allowing his legs to fall and my dick to slip out of his ass. I found his lips, and we started kissing again. Not violently this time, but slow and soft with lots of tongue. The art of the kiss is knowing when to be rough and when to be loving. We were definitely in the loving mode. The kiss went on and on and on.

“I love you, Jason” Billy whispered through the kiss.

Now, concerning me and Landon. We had a love-hate relationship. I love to hate him, and he loves to hate me. And it was all because of Randy. Randy, our god. Randy, the sixteen-year-old god-like creature that we both were in love with.

Of course, I was insanely jealous when anyone even looked at Randy, but I was forced to control it because Randy would not allow me to show it. He always made it clear that I was special to him, but he also made it clear that he had needs and desires beyond that. I know he loved me, but I also know he won't be monogamous. I know that and that is something that I can accept.

Randy returned my love and made me feel special, but there was always the clear understanding that while I was very special to him, I was not the only one. Take it or leave it. I was madly in love with Randy, so I took it and accepted it.

“Randy” I said one day. “You know what a shit Landon is. You can see how nasty he is to me all the time and you won’t let me touch him. Why do I have to let him get away with it?”

“You let him get away with it, because I told you to let him get away with it. Any arguments with that?”

“Of course, not” I answered. Randy and I were taking a breather in the middle of our workout. Randy didn’t like any interruption during our workouts, but this thing with Landon was driving me crazy.

"Besides, I called him out on it, and he said he would behave."

"You know damn well he hasn't changed" I said. "He has some snide remark for me every time he sees me. You know that." I didn't think it was funny, but Randy laughed.

"Yeah, I know" he chuckled. "I guess a leopard can't change his spots."

“I know you don’t want me to touch him and I haven’t. But why? Why do you let him get away with it? Don’t you understand how angry it makes me?”

“Okay, okay, I know you’re right” he said. “I’m too lenient with him. I know it. But I also know you, and I know you can handle it. Can’t you?”

“Well, yes, of course” I said. “I can handle any kind of shit he can give me, but it’s getting out of hand. He’s getting worse. I just want to take him down and stomp him sometimes."

“Okay, so I know that” Randy said. “But he only acts that way with you. He’s very sweet and friendly with everybody else.”

“I know that. He treats me that way because he’s jealous of me” I said. “He’s jealous of our relationship.”

“That’s true, but he doesn’t have to be” he said. “I love him, but I also love you, but he doesn’t understand that. At least he can’t handle it. You need to be understanding of him.”

“I have been understanding of him. More than understanding. But he needs to be taken down a notch. He needs the shit kicked out of him, just once. And I’m ready to do it if you’ll let me.”

“Sorry, Jace, but no” Randy said. “I know you could whip him, but I love you both, and I have to protect him. Sorry.”

“Listen, Boss” I pleaded. “Just let me work him over a little. Just enough to straighten him out. I won’t hurt him, not much. Just let me stop him from bad-mouthing me.”

“Sorry, Jace. I just….” he started to say.

“Just think about it, Boss” I said. “You could even watch. I promise I won't hurt him much. I just want to straighten him out and put him in his place.”

“Let’s stop fucking around and get back to our workout” he said as he picked up a pair of dumbbells. “But I’ll think about it.” That was what I wanted. If he was going to think about it, that meant that he saw it as a possibility. He knew that Landon had to be disciplined, and since he was not willing to do it himself, he was beginning to see that it should probably come from me.

So, I convinced Randy to go along with my plan. He was going to let me loose to teach London lesson and let him know that he could no longer shit on me with impunity. He understood that I’d have to be rough, so he agreed that anything short of severe bodily injury was acceptable.

Yeah. Anything short of severe bodily injury.

We were getting a crowd sometimes at our workouts. Randy allowed it if they stayed out of the way and kept their mouths closed and just watched. Hey, Randy and I were both vain about our bodies, and let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like having a stable of admirers watching and drooling over you while you preen in front of them. Randy’s weight room was covered with mirrors and he was very partial to looking at himself; and us, constantly commenting on our definition and our improvements. So, yeah, I would say we preened.

Kyle was always there helping us change the weights and his friend Ben sometimes came by. My Billy came by occasionally to wait for me to finish, and about once a month Landon and Byron worked out with us. Two kids from our wrestling team came by sometimes, Kalé the Hawaiian kid with the biceps and Jack, Landon’s friend, and Randy would let them work in with us.

So, we had a gang in the weight room sometimes.

On the day in question, Kyle and Ben and Billy were there watching while Landon and Byron were working on legs. Randy and I were doing arms and shoulders.

“Two more” Randy yelled as Byron stood there puffing with the heavy barbell on his shoulders. Randy stepped over behind him, put his arms around him giving him support as he sank down for another squat. “Push, damnit. Push” he yelled into Byron’s ear. With Randy’s help Byron raised back up with the heavy barbell on his shoulders. I could see his legs quivering so I knew he was giving his all.

“One more” Randy yelled. Taking a deep breath, Byron sank down one more time. As he started back up, Randy stepped back, making Byron do the lift by himself. There was a momentary hesitation as Byron gave his all, trying to lift the enormous weight. Very gradually, he straightened out his legs, completing the squat. Everybody in the room applauded.

“Ohhh, shit” Byron gasped. “Ohhh, shit.” Landon and I each grabbed an end of the barbell and helped Byron put it back on the rack. “I can’t believe I did that,” he said. “Randy, you’re killing me.”

“You want legs, you’ll do squats” Randy said. “Lots of squats.”

“Oh, shit. That was good” Byron said, still gasping from the effort. “Thanks Randy.”

As per usual, Landon had made a couple snide remarks to me during the workout. He laughed when I got on my knees to take Randy’s shoes off, and when he saw that I was 'going commando' and had to get a jockstrap from the dirty laundry basket, he commented about what a thrill it would be for me to wear one of his dirty ones.

In a way, I was glad he was being his usual nasty self, because today was the day. Today was Landon’s day. I couldn’t wait.

We were pretty much finished with our workouts when I gave a nod to Billy and put the plan into effect. He got up and left the room. I couple minutes later the intercom buzzer rang, and Randy answered.

“Yeah, Mom. What is it?” he said. He seemed to listen for a moment and then hung up. “My Mom’s got a problem and needs my help. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He left the room.

Now was the time. Randy was gone, and I had an audience, and I was excited. So was my dick. As a wrestler I sometimes got a hard-on when was facing an opponent anyway, so I was certainly hot now.

“What was that nasty comment about your dirty jockstrap, Landon? You wanted me to wear it?”

“Yeah, but I think you’d like it better in your mouth” he said as he smirked at me. I simply stepped over to him and gave him a blow to the midsection. Couldn't hurt him much with his muscled abs, but it got his attention. “Woofff” he grunted with a shocked look on his face as he fell back on his butt.

“You can’t do that” he gasped as he put his hands to his abs where I’d hit him. He simply couldn’t believe that I’d hit him. “Randy will….”

“You see Randy around here?” I said interrupting him. I took a step over to him, grabbed a handful of hair, and slapped his face, hard.

“Yeeeaaaoooh! Jason! Stop. Stop” he howled. I just stood there holding his hair and looking down at him with a grin on my face. Shit, I was really going to enjoy this. “What are you doing?” he cried.

“I’m teaching you a lesson” I answered. “Now, get up.” He just looked at me with a shocked look on his face. “I said, get up” I growled at him. Now that shocked look changed to fear. He suddenly realized that I was serious about this.

“Jason, don’t” he said as he put his hand to his sore cheek, but he made no attempt to get up. So, I dropped down to my knees in front of him and gave him another slam to his abdominals. That got an ‘ooof’ from him, but I don't think this one hurt very much either. Too much muscle. I put my hand behind his neck pulling his head down, and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him into a hammerlock. Jerking his arm hard, I slowly got to my feet, dragged him up with me. He really screamed this time. “Yeeeaaaoooh! JASON, JASON.”

So, I had fun. I played with him. I had an appreciative audience so that made it special. Billy came back in after a couple minutes, so I had him and Kyle and Ben and Byron, all watching as I worked him over.

I told you he was a trained wrestler, but he couldn’t hold a candle to me. In truth, he knew I was bigger and stronger, he knew he had no chance against me, so he didn't even try to beat me. He simply tried, unsuccessfully I must say, to defend himself. What a wimp. He simply kept pleading for me to stop.

Not even once was he able to get me into a wrestling hold, while I went through my entire lexicon. I’d get him into a hold and keep him their fora bit, just long enough to make it hurt and to show him I was in charge. Then on to another hold. In between holds I'd slap his face a bit, tweak his nose or twist his ears, simply humiliating him. God, it was fun.

Hell yes, this was fun. I loved wrestling, I loved using my muscle and strength to dominate guys, and I was particularly enjoying doing this to Landon. Payback was wonderful.

After a while, he was no longer screaming at me but was whimpering instead. I’m sure every muscle in his body was hurting at that point because those holds were painful. He became totally limp and just flopped around as I manhandled him, going from painful hold to painful hold.

So, finally, just leaving him lying on the floor, I stood up and looked in the mirror. I’d just worked out my arms and shoulders, and now, after dragging Landon around the floor, I was dripping with sweat and looked gorgeous. My muscles were bulging, glistening magnificently, my very hard dick was sticking out from my crotch, and I had an enormous grin on my face. I let out a yell of triumph, like Tarzan: ‘Eeeeooooh’ I howled as I performed a front double bicep pose. Kyle and Ben were looking on in awe while Billy actually started to applaud.

Landon was lying there moaning but he hadn’t moved. He was in bad shape and I was thrilled. Reaching down and grabbing his silky blond hair I forced him up to his knees. Then I got down on my knees in front of him. He was bleary eyed and still moaning as I looked at him face to face from inches away. “Jason, please” he groaned. “Please, no more.” Music to my ears.

I gave him a light slap to his cheek. “You give, Landon? Huh? You give up?”

“Yes, yes, I give” he mumbled. “Please, I give.”

“Call me Master” I demanded. He just looked at me, evidently not understanding. I gave him another light slap. “Call me Master” I repeated.

“Master” he mumbled. “Please, Jason ….” he started to say.

“Say it again. Master” I demanded.

“Master. Master” he said. “Okay, I said it. Master.”

“You’re my slave now, Landon” I said. “Tell me you’re my slave.” I held up my hand like I was going to hit him.

“Okay, okay, Jason. Please stop” he said. “I’m your slave. I’m your slave.”

I got up and walked over to the lifting bench, sat down and grabbed my very hard prick. “Come over here, Landon” I said. He looked at me and immediately caught on to what I was up to. My hand on my dick was a clear giveaway. “Crawl over here. Crawl to me.”

“Jason” he said, tears streaming down his face. “Randy is going …”

“Randy - Isn't - Here” I said, emphasizing each word. “You’ve been a real prick, Landon, and this is pay-back. Now get your ass over here.”

He stayed there on his knees thinking about it for a moment and then came to the realization that he had no choice. Very slowly, in obvious pain, he crawled over to me.

I grabbed his hair and gave it a jerk, letting him know that I meant business. “Tell me you’re sorry for being a shit to me” I demanded. “Say it. Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Jason” he said contritely. “I’m sorry.”

“Say it louder, so everybody can hear you” I demanded.

“I’m sorry, Jason” he repeated louder. I had my hand on my dick and it was as like a steel rod and dripping. I jerked it a couple times in front of his face.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” I asked. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, Jason” he answered slowly. Yeah, there was no doubt he knew.

“Well ….?” I said and waited. He looked up at my face and then back down at my hard-on and licked his lips. Landon had no qualms about giving head, I know he loved sucking Randy, but he’d never sucked me before. And he’d probably never had an audience like this before. He glanced over at his audience and hesitated.

“DO IT, YOU LITTLE FUCK” I yelled at him. “MOVE IT.” He jumped as I yelled at him. Everybody in the room jumped. Glancing up at my face again, Landon leaned forward. I put my hand on his forehead, stopping him.

“You gotta ask for permission. You gotta beg” I said. He looked up at me in surprise. “I said beg.”

He hesitated for a moment but, knowing he had no choice, he responded. “Please, Jason. Please let me suck you.” Sounded to me like he’d done this before. I'll bet he begs Randy all the time.

“Okay, suck” I said, and he took my dick in his mouth. "Randy says you give one hell of a blowjob, so this damn well better be good. This had better be the best blowjob I've ever had."

It was.

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