“No! I’m not... kissing... you.” Gannon tried to stop himself, to will himself not to do what the small, twinky, pretty boy told him to do. He couldn’t help himself.
“Yes. You are,” replied Reid looking up at him, a cocky smirk on his face, his tone confident.
Gannon physically tried to step away. Instead, he felt his arms raise and his hands cupped Reid’s face in his big hands. Gannon lowered his head and brought his lips to Reid’s. It was a gentle kiss at first. Gannon had a look of shock on his face. He couldn’t believe what he just did. He kissed a dude. And then his body went in for another kiss, this time longer, deeper, slower. The voice in his head screamed and raged telling him to stop. Reid’s tongue explored Gannon’s mouth. The bigger man felt the tongue, felt a twinge of revulsion but still was unable to control himself as his tongue wrestled with Reid’s.
They made out for very long minute in Gannon’s opinion. Reid released the kiss and looked up at the six-foot-five, mountain of masculine muscle. Gannon’s face was full of confusion, a defiant look on his handsome, chiseled face. He couldn’t move except in the way he was being forced. Reid’s stare was intense, his eyes sparkled unnaturally. Gannon couldn’t look away. He suddenly felt his arms embracing the shorter, leaner kid, pulling him in close. He could feel the warmth of his body heat, and the unmistakable feeling of the kid’s hare cock against his thigh.
“Good boy,” Reid said to him as he wrapped his arms around Gannon’s waist.
Gannon sneered as best he could. “What... are you doing... to me,” he struggled with his words.
“What ever the fuck I want,” Reid replied with the same cocky smirk as before.
“I’m... not... a... fag.” It took all of Gannon’s strength to say the words.
Reid snickered. “You are when I say you are.”
“Fuck...” Gannon continued to embrace the kid. His hands traveling over the taught muscle of Reid’s upper back. He whimpered quietly. Reid could tell he was trying to fight it.
To the truth, Reid was holding back. He could make Gannon think he was in love with him. He could make the big man forget he was straight. He could make him think anything Reid wanted. But he preferred this method. He preferred that Gannon keep his true self intact, that he remembered everything he was doing solely for the humiliation factor. This was Reid’s ultimate revenge. He could torture Gannon and still live out his fucked-up fantasy of having sex with his bully.
Reid’s powers were thought based. He had the choice to verbalize his commands but didn’t have to. All he had to do was think it. When he did verbalize, it was so Gannon could hear it out loud before it happened. He had fucked with the wrong twink. He bullied Reid because he knew the kid was gay. He saw the way Reid looked at him just like the way all gay guys looked at him. It was similar to the way girls and women looked at him, with lust and desire. Gannon was used to it, but Reid was an easy target. Reid was five-nine at the most, probably one-hundred-sixty pounds. He wasn’t scrawny, he had a lean athletic body, muscular but lean. Gannon acknowledged he was attractive, almost pretty like a model. Reid was openly gay and he had a slight feminine way but not over-the-top, just enough to be obvious.
“You’re rock hard, Gannon,” said Reid with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Then Gannon felt it. His cock became instantly hard in his jeans. It swelled to full length. He pressed it against Reid. With the height difference, Reid felt it press into his abdomen. “No,” he whispered.
“Damn, you are a grower, aren’t you.”
“Reid... oh god.” Gannon’s cock was so hard, so sensitive. It hurt in a good way, erotic and euphoric. His breathing quickened and his eye rolled up. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“You’re such a good boy getting hard for me.”
Gannon trembled as he tried to break the effect of the commands.
“You love it when I say you’re a good boy.”
When Gannon heard the words he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.
“Good boy,” Reid repeated. Gannon felt the wave again. It felt good. Warm. It made him happy. It made him happy that it made Reid happy.
“Give me another kiss.”
Gannon felt a slight anxiety as his head lowered down and kissed Reid again. He didn’t want to. His body betrayed him. His inner voice was begging to stop. They made out softly at first, then slowly became more passionate. It turned veracious, animalistic. Hands were everywhere. Closed mouth moans and groans but the ones coming from Gannon were a mix of pleasure and distress.
Reid palmed Gannon’s hard lump in his jeans. His palm fit perfectly over it. He squeezed and massaged making Gannon groan. “Oh yes,” he whispered. Reid grinned, very pleased with himself. He watched Gannon’s face; the obvious pleasure make his head roll back and forth.
Reid licked his lips. He looked up and winked as he unfastened Gannon’s jeans. They were so tight on his muscular thighs, Reid had to pull down hard to peel them down to his knees. Gannon tried to move but his legs wouldn’t respond.
“The fuck are you doing?” Gannon asked looking down at the cute boy.
Reid continued to watch Gannon’s expressions. “I’ve wanting to do this for two years. I’m going to suck your cock so hard.”
“Stop,” Gannon whispered.
Ignoring the plea, Reid replied, “I’m going to swallow this cock, feel it in my throat. Then I’m gonna make you cum like you never have before.”
“You’re gonna die,” Gannon growled. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Then I’m gonna swallow every fucking drop. Then you know what?”
“Fuck you.”
“Part of you is going to be inside of me, big boy. Our DNA is going to mix. You and me. Your worse nightmare and my best wet dream.”
“I don’t what the fuck you are. It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to be alive much longer.”
Reid scoffed. “Don’t get me wrong, I still hate you, but I can over look my feelings for the hottest body I’ve ever seen. Too bad it’s attached to the worst personality. Eh, it’s not for a lifetime, right?” Reid skimmed the huge cock with his hand. His grip tightened which sent Gannon into a deep moan. “Watch me.”
Gannon looked down as watched Reid open his mouth and his cock disappeared into the boy’s pretty mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. “FUUUUCK!” he bellowed. Reid bobbed back and forth, swallowing cock as deep as he could. After a couple of gags his nose touched Gannon’s trimmed pubes.
Gannon watched in disbelief. No girl had ever took his cock down their throat the way this kid was. Holy fuck! This kid is so fucking good. He felt the boy reach back and grasp hold of his ass, pulling himself in tighter. He had to admit, feeling the hands clenching his big glutes felt good. Gannon had a big, plump, muscular butt. Heavy squats did that. He loved his ass, it was the best part about him, his favorite body part.
Reid pulled his head off with a slurp. He looked up to Gannon. “Grab my head and fuck my face,” he commanded.
Unwillingly, Gannon clasped his big hands onto Reid’s head, gripping his hair, and yanking the boy’s head forward. In his head, he wanted to stop but something was telling him to let loose on this kid and fuck his throat as hard as he could. He gritted his teeth, snarled and pumped is cock into his throat. Fuck! No girl ever lets me fuck their face. He kept fucking with full force. Reid was gagging, coughing, his eyes wet with tears.
Reid’s most demented fantasy was coming true. He’s always wanted a guy like Gannon to hold him down and rape his throat. He wanted to be overpowered, forced, feel the power of a much bigger man. What better man to do it than a gorgeous, jacked, straight muscle head with rage problems. He didn’t care if Gannon was suffocating him. He loved the power.
Gannon felt his balls pull. He knew he was gonna shoot. “Reid... I’m gonna shoot.”
Reid tightened his throat and his lips. He silently commanded Gannon to cum.
Gannon wanted to throw his head back, but he had been commanded to watch Reid. His face turned red, a vein popping on his forehead. He pulled in Reid’s head and held it there as he felt a huge wave wash over him and his cock exploded in the warm mouth. He shot a thick load and then realized something was different. He was going to cum again. He did. And then he was going to cum again. His eyes were wide. He was in shock as he came again. And the forth one felt like he was streaming cum out of his soul. He’d never experienced anything like this. It had to be whatever Reid was doing to him. Whatever Reid was, he was torturing him. Torturing with pleasure.
Reid fell back on his heels and then onto all fours. His eyes wet, his lips swollen. He wiped his mouth off with his forearm. He was coughing. Drool hanging from his mouth. “Fuck yeah,” he said in a garbled, gravelly voice. He kept coughing and clearing his throat.
Gannon was breathing hard. He felt spent, like he’d just ran a marathon. “What the fuck, bro?”
“I know, right?” Reid’s voice was still scraggly. “I think you destroyed my throat.”
“How did you do that?”
Reid ignored the question. “Fuck, you taste so good. I knew you would taste good.”
“Shut up, faggot.”
“I can feel you in my gut.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
“So fucking creamy.”
“Hate you.”
“I got you inside of me, Gannon. I got your babies floating around inside me.”
“You’re a sick fucker.”
Reid stood up. Gannon wanted to lunge but he couldn’t move. He wasn’t paralyzed, his body just didn’t want to move.
Reid patted him on the cheek. “Aw, big guy, don’t be mad. I mean, that was the best cum of your life, right?”
Gannon didn’t answer. It was the best of his life but didn’t want him to know that.
“It’s humanly impossible for a dude to cum four times in a row with that much cum.”
“How did you do that?”
Reid smirked. “What makes you think I did that?”
“You’re doing something. Fucking freak. Are you even human?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m human.”
“Something is fucked up about you. Is this some kind of fucked up revenge?”
Reid shrugged. “You could say that. What’s the difference? We both liked it.”
“I did not.”
“Oh, you did.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m not gay.”
“I can make you gay.”
Gannon froze. “What?”
“I can make you gay. I can make you fall in love with me. I can make you never want to look at another girl again.”
“You... you won’t do that.”
Reid guffawed. “What wouldn’t I?”
“Because it’s fucked up. No one is that mean. I didn’t treat you that bad.”
Reid laughed. “What? Are you kidding me? You fucker. You don’t even know what an awful person you are.”
“You’re just a little bitch!”
Reid’s face became stern. Gannon’s eyes bulged. He felt a tingle. “What are you doing?” Reid remained silent. His stare intense. “I... I can’t feel my body.” Reid stepped forward. He tilted his head like he was curious. Gannon felt his mind becoming fuzzy. “Reid... Reid...” He continued to feel dizzy. For a second he suddenly felt different. He felt an attraction to Reid. He felt like he was forgetting something. His mind changing. He saw Reid as cute, his lips kissable, his face pretty. He loved the lean, hard muscles of Reid’s body. Then just as soon as it came on, the wave left him. He realized, for a few seconds, he was gay.
Reid smiled. “You get it now?”
Gannon had a look of defeat on his face. “You... you... shit.” He knew he could not beat this.
“I can make you gay like you never ever was straight. Don’t fuck with me. I will make you the biggest cocksucker on the planet. You’ll be guzzling cum until you fucking drown in it.”
Gannon looked down at him. “Please... please, let me go. I’m sorry.”
“Why? Now who’s being a little bitch?”
Gannon sighed. He knew the kid could make him do things he didn’t want to do. He looked at the boy in defiance.
“Who’s a little bitch?” Reid’s tone was cocky, commanding.
Suddenly, Gannon’s mouth opened. “I am.” His mouth slammed shut.
“You’re what?”
“I’m a little bitch.” Gannon stood there in shock. He was experiencing shock, anger, and humiliation.
“Say it again. With feeling.”
“I’m a little bitch,” he said breathlessly. “I’m such a fucking bitch. I wanna be your bitch. Reid, make me your bitch.”
Reid had the biggest toothy grin. “You are a bitch, you cunt.”
Gannon flinched at the disparaging insult. He’d never been spoken to like that before. “YOU FUCKIN...”
“Be quiet.”
Suddenly, Gannon closed his mouth.
“I’m going to leave now. To make sure you behave yourself, you will not move for ten minutes. After that you will be free to be the same asshole you always were. Don’t even try to come after me unless you want to be a little bitch forever.”
Reid turned and left. The next ten minutes was the longest of Gannon’s life. At the ten-minute mark he suddenly felt loose, relaxed. He fell back onto a chair, drained of all energy.
“Fuck you, Reid,” he growled to no one. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”
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