Strangely enough, I’ve had a major request from many females for a story like this. It seems that just as most men love the thought of lesbian love, woman have a fascination for males dominating males. I’ve done several other stories along this line, but this is the first aimed for those women. So here goes…

My brother Wayne and I had never been very close. He was a year and a half older than me and always treated me like shit, that is except on the two occasions when he molested me and forced me to taste his prick as a kid. As embarrassing as it had been to be abused at his hands, the thing that really stuck with me was that it was the only time in my life that I remember him wanting me around.

We grew up and away from each other through the years, but we ran into each other now and then. The last time before the “Latino incident” was in a poorer neighborhood that was mostly all Latino. It was a Friday night and partying was in the air. It turned out a friend he was waiting on at a local convenience store was Latino and a drinking partner. We talked in my car as he waited for him and got along okay, but there was still tension between us. The only thing that seemed to lighten the mood was when I found out he was also hanging out with a friend of mine, David.

After my brother left, I headed into the store and got a six pack for home. I rarely drank, but I was getting bored with life and needed a kick tonight. When I came back out I put the beer in the car but stopped from getting in when I saw a small commotion across the street. An apartment door was opened and a white guy was pushing his way past several Latinos. When he finally broke past them he headed down the sidewalk. He looked like he had been robbed, so I drove down the street ahead of him and got out to stand on the sidewalk. When he got to me I asked him if he needed any help. It was obvious that he’d been drinking and was pretty disheveled. He looked at me and still had a weird fear in his eye. I knew something had happened to him.

I asked him if he had been robbed and told him how I had seen him leaving the building. He was trying to find something to say, and my being a total stranger was probably easier than if he knew me.

“Sort of… they…”, and he paused. “Just don’t buy any beer for anyone back there. That’s not what they wanted.”

I was trying to understand what they had wanted when he started walking past me. In the street light I saw something almost unmistakable to me pass my view. The man had drying cum on his shirt and perhaps even his jaw. He had been sodomized. Knowing he was fleeing from his embarrassment, I let it go.

I found myself driving by the same area two more times wondering what would drive men to do that to him. I wondered if it had been a cultural thing. Whatever was the precursor of the event, I found myself tantalized by what had happened to the man. I felt sick when I realized I was not only fantasying over what he might have gone through, but I was leaking precum in my underwear as I dwelled on the subject. I had never even thought about forcing another guy to ever suck me off, but I guess I was remembering the times my brother had tried abusing me.

Throughout the next week I kept running back to the scenes that I had witnessed as well as the cum stains on the white guy. I had fantasized several times what it would have been like to have been one of his tormentors, or better yet, his rapist. For some reason when it came back to Friday, I found myself headed back to the Latino area from the week before. I parked down the street from both the store and the apartment and watched. The atmosphere was roughly the same and several men were hanging around the store front again. I noticed a lot of traffic in connection with the apartment as well.

I had been there for almost a half hour when I noticed that every time a single white guy walked up to the store, at least one man would go up to him and say something. When I was catching on that that was probably how they had caught the guy I had tried to help, I got a hardon. I wanted to watch the scene play out again while I was a voyeur. And as if by a stroke a luck, the man being approached at the moment seemed to be reacting much differently than the others. When the guy came out of the store, he had a paper in one hand, and a six pack in the other. That was the first thing I noticed. Next the man that had talked to him was pointing across the street and was suddenly staggering.

I watched as the man started walking towards the street, closely followed by three Latinos and still carrying the beer. When he was on the other side of the street, I watched him try to hand the beer to the man several times, but he kept motioning to the apartment door and sort of walking him towards it. I was starting to catch on. Then the man sat the beer on the ground and started back for his car. The three men tried to stop him and when he feared he was getting robbed he pulled from their grip and ran for his car. I was smug in knowing that he was probably actually running from a gang sodomizing.

The boner I had was bothering me so bad that I left for the comfort of home. But when I passed this seedy looking bar that advertised peep shows, I wanted to continue being a voyeur. I pulled in and went inside for a drink and to look around. The place was littered with signs showing the way to the peep show booths, but I only casually looked at them. I wasn’t a very big guy myself, so I didn’t want to act like a horn toad and went to the bar first. As soon as I sat down a man came to sit next to me and began making small talk. He was rather manly so I figured it wasn’t bad having him next to me for safety.

The guy seemed pretty cool, bought me a beer and was talking about why I had come to this particular bar. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him the truth about that. Just as I was finishing my beer, I asked about the booths and wanted to now if there was anything worth watching. The man smiled and said that there were a few good short movies and ordered us a second round. I told him I didn’t like drinking when behind the wheel and that as a novice, two beers could be too much. He talked me into accepting it though, so I was going to drink it slowly.

I was wondering why out of several people in the bar, why there wasn’t a single woman, but then again with the peep shows it was pretty obvious. The conversation had waned and I was thinking about what I had witnessed earlier. My mind started wanting to go check out some porn real quick and head home, but I felt it impolite to take a beer and not drink it. Two beers wouldn’t get me drunk, but it would affect my decision making process fairly well.

When I was about to down the rest of my beer I went to thank the guy. I realized I hadn’t asked him his name and he told me it was Bubba. Made sense with his size to be labeled that. I told him I was going to watch a quick movie and head home. As I stood up I asked him if he knew of any good titles. But instead of telling me, he said he’d show me. I should have understood the bartenders look better, but even slightly impaired made it slip by me. When Bubba stood up I saw he was much larger than I had thought.

In the hallway were ten booths with wooden doors on them that could be locked, five each side of the hallway. I was going to go into the first one, but Bubba grabbed my arm and told me the better movies were in the last booth. Feeling uncomfortable I turned around to see if anyone was there in case this was really a robbery. I freaked out to see that my brother Wayne was just coming through the door with some other people. I was too embarrassed for him to catch me going into a peep show, so I allowed the curtain cordoning off the hallway to drop and simply followed Bubba to the last booth very quickly.

Inside the booth there wasn’t anything to sit on and I figured no one stayed that long anyway. I saw the walls looked stained and didn’t want to think about what might have caused them. On the left side there was a hole between the booths about four inches round and about three feet off the floor. I could be pretty naïve at times and had no idea what it was for, but I figured it was so sickos could watch each other beat off. I expected Bubba to show me a menu or something, but it was on the screen and had to be filled with tokens to come on. I didn’t know I needed tokens and couldn’t go out to the bar to get any. I told Bubba my problem and he laughed. He told me he had plenty of tokens and that he should pay anyway. I was trying to figure out why he thought he should pay when the menu came on the screen.

There were several topics on the screen and before I could even begin to read them, Bubba made a selection, then another. I was about to tell him thanks and say goodbye to him when I noticed two guys going at it on the screen. I began to tell him that I wasn’t into gay porn when his hand went to my shoulder. His other hand locked the stall door. I started putting it together that he was probably gay and wanted to give me a blowjob, but I was so wrong. About the same time I heard my brothers voice and it was obvious that this wasn’t the first bar he had been in tonight. I didn’t want him to even come close to him catching me in this booth with a gay guy, so when I was getting my shoulder pushed down hard I kept my mouth shut. I looked at Bubba as if to say, ‘what the hell’, but it was hitting me what was really going on.

I wanted to yell at him, but he easily got me to my knees. I whispered to him again that I wasn’t gay and he told me he would keep my secret in a very sarcastic tone. I began to struggle to my feet and Bubba pushed me back down and slammed my head against the wall behind me. I was now caught between two very bad situations. On the one hand if I yelled out my brother was sure to recognize my voice. On the other hand I had never given a guy a blowjob before and that was certainly what Bubba had brought me here for. Little did I know at the time how this particular bar was run by its regulars.

Bubba grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand while he dropped his pants with the other. Besides with my brother many years earlier, I had never been face to face with a mans’ crotch before. So when he pushed his shorts off and his cock was only a foot from my face I got very apprehensive. I kept quietly begging him not to assault me, and then even tried to bargain with him. He smiled a little, pointed to the screen and told me to start doing what was on the screen. On the monitor one guy was on his knees blowing another.

When I refused to put my mouth even near him, he slammed my head against the wall again and it hurt like hell. Never being the one to like the idea of a thorough beating, I knew I had to at least try to appease him. I reached out and took his half limp cock into my hand and began stroking him. I guess he was mad I wasn’t using my mouth because I got a slap across the side of my head and told to ‘suck it’. His cock was twice the size of my own and full of thick veins. It felt so heavy in my hands and since I didn’t want to get clocked again, I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. The texture was so weird, much like the feel of a clit. I fought to get past the image that I had officially just been made into a cocksucker. Naively I was hoping that after a little sucking that he would let me go and I would make a run past my brother.

When his cock started quickly responding to my half-hearted efforts, I knew I wasn’t leaving as soon as I wished. When he was hard enough to begin working himself into my mouth, I thought of the irony that in my whole life I had only two cocks in my mouth, and they both happened to be within a few feet of me now. But then I wasn’t hearing my brothers voice anymore, so I wasn’t even sure he was still in the booth area. I had read enough dirty stories to know that now that the guy was so hard for my mouth that I wasn’t getting away from him until I made him get off. His cock was way too big to get more than half of it in my mouth and I was glad that if I was being forced to do this, that at least I was happy that it was a real manly type guy doing it to me. And since his cock was so much larger than my own I could almost accept the fact that the fittest got to reap from the weakest - which was me in this case.

I was struggling to keep from choking on him. He was trying to go too deep and I wasn’t comfortable with the amount of pressure he placed on the back of my mouth. He was telling me exactly what he wanted me to do and calling me his faggot. It was bad enough being called that, but when he went on to call me his little sissy for the night, I cringed with the fear that he was right. After gagging my several times, I was really glad that he pulled himself from my mouth. But he wanted me to lick his nuts and suck on them for a while. Since I knew he was right about having made me into his sissy for the moment, I did as he commanded to keep from getting my head slammed again.

It was so odd lapping at his testicles and eventually sucking on them one at a time. Even they were much larger and heavier than my own. But I was grateful that the little effort I was putting into it was enough to make him happy. He started to jerk himself off while I lapped at his balls and his hand kept banging the side of my face. It was at that point I became mortified at what I was doing. He was using my mouth as nothing more than a convenience to get himself off and I was feeling more humiliated than disrespected. So when he stopped jerking himself off and told me to suck him again I refused. He quickly snapped my head back twice by my hair and slammed it against the wall. With my mouth still open from the pain, he inserted himself back into me. But now he was much harder and I could tell he was ready to get serious about getting off.

I saw him put his hands against the wall to brace himself and began pumping hard against my tonsils. He was pushing my head against the wall and was forcing me gradually into the corner of the booth. When my head was trapped between him and the corner, he started telling me that he was about to cum. I had been planning to jerk from his grip when he started that, but now I had no place to jerk to. I began moaning an ‘unh, unh’ to him, but the look on his face told me he was on a mission to force his cum into my mouth. The one time I managed to pull even slightly from his grip, he yanked my head by my hair and demanded I swallow for him.

I was screaming through all the cock in my mouth, but little sound came out. And then when he took one last thrust deep into my mouth and held still, I knew he was starting to relieve himself. I struggled as hard as I could. Sucking him off was bad enough, but the indignity of having to suck his cum down my throat was too much to take. We struggled with each other as he continued dumping his load into my mouth, but I couldn’t manage to pull back from his spewing cock at all. I felt the hideous feel of his warm sperm getting forced into my throat and had to gag so badly. I wanted to throw up, but he was cutting off my airway and I had all I could do to hold on to consciousness waiting for him to finish.

When he finally sighed loud and heavily, he withdrew from my mouth and I tried to spit what I could of his ejaculate onto the floor. I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it was something about being a very good cock sucker. And if that wasn’t humiliating enough, as I tried to get up from my knees I saw a five dollar bill hanging through the hole in the partition. I looked closer and saw it was held by two fingers and there were eyes right behind it. I wanted to die knowing that my assault had just been witnessed by someone else.

When I went to stand, Bubba held me to my knees by my head and said, “Make it ten.” I was trying to understand what was happening when it came to me as I watched a ten dollar bill replace the five. Again I tried to struggle to my feet, but instead Bubba wrestled my mouth to within inches of the hole and snatched the ten dollar bill. I started begging him to let me go and it was becoming clear to me why the hole was in the wall. I watched as another mans’ cock was pushed through the hole and into my face. Bubba didn’t say a word, but twisted my hair so hard I allowed him to lean me forward until I took my second prick of the night. This guy wasted no time in humping away at me. The hole made it impossible for him to get into me too far, and he was more my size anyway.

I heard some commotion in the next booth and finally I made out that the guy I was sucking off had told someone to wait a minute. I cringed with the realization that there was going to be a third assault. Bubba started pushing my head onto the guy as he pushed towards me. He warned me to do a better job and to do it on my own. I found myself placing my hands against the wall and trying to stay as close to the hole as possible when he released me. He was sounding very demanding and scary.

Without any warning I felt his first spurt of cum hit my tongue and I pulled back just enough so I could keep from swallowing it. I knew I had to keep it hid from Bubba so I still had to catch it in my mouth. When he pulled himself out of me, I turned and spit it to the floor. I heard a ‘thanks’ and the booth door opening and some excited voices. Bubba cursed me out for not swallowing the cum that was on the floor. Just when I thought he was going to make me lick it up, another ten dollar bill came through the hole.

Bubba snatched the bill and pushed the back of my head to the hole. This time though he backed off and wanted me to do this guy on my own. I turned to see rage in his eyes and quickly turned back to begin licking at the cock poking through the hole. The guy on the other side was demanding me to do better and I began trying to accommodate him.

Bubba said, “You’re a good little cock sucker. This your first time?”

I tried to nod my head while murmuring a ‘yes’ to him.

“Well, you’re damned good at it. You should come back more often.”

I thought that there wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. The guy in the other booth was getting pissed that I wasn’t putting enough effort into it to please him. Bubba warned me and I went at him despite the disgusting thing I had to do. I heard and felt him bumping his abdomen into the wall trying to get more of himself into me. And when he was ready to cum I heard him demand that I eat it. Bubba heard that too and went to his knees. He pushed on my head until my lips were right in the hole of the wall.

“Swallow every drop or I’ll push you through that fucking wall.”

With his breath on my neck, I knew I had to get it to go down as repulsive as it was. I braced myself harder against the wall and tried to make my mind go blank. It helped, because when the unseen man started cumming, it was manageable to gulp several times. I heard several things coming from the other side of the partition.

“What a great fucking cock sucker. You can suck me off anytime you little faggot.”

I wanted to die worse than ever. The voice was clearly my brothers. Not only had I sucked off my own brother, but I was forced to swallow his cum. I felt so sick.

I heard the booth door open again and some words exchanged. Then my brother said, “You got one more cock, boy.” If he knew he was talking to his own little brother he might not have sounded so smug.

I looked at Bubba while staying on my knees. I pleaded with him to let me go, but in a way I was glad that he wasn’t. If he had of let me go, I might run into Wayne and I would do anything to prevent that; including staying here to do yet another guy.

It took a moment but two fives were pushed through the opening and Bubba grabbed for them as if I might fight him for them. He told the guy to go ahead and get started. After a few seconds, a hard cock was pushed through for me to suck on. The man was holding still and Bubba told me I was expected to do all the work this time. So, I began a gentle back and forth motion to milk the prick in my mouth. The guy was holding very still for me and I really had to work to make him acknowledge that what I was doing was working at all. I guessed that by the time I finished this guy that Wayne would be gone from the bar, so I just did whatever I knew was working for the guy to make him cum.

Again Bubba went to his knees beside me and informed me that I had better not miss a drop. And it was so strange, but I knew that sucking down this mans’ cum was going to be the second hardest next to Bubba’s. There were no hands forcing my head forwarded, and the man himself wasn’t saying a word. I was going to have to force myself to swallow his stuff.

It took several minutes for me to get the guy to start cumming. And when I felt it, I swallowed as fast as he made it. I didn’t want it to stay in my mouth any longer than I had to. I felt like I was sucking on a huge straw as I swallowed every spurt as it was made and deposited in me. When he was done feeding it to me, I backed away and pleaded with Bubba to let me go. He just laughed at me, walked out the door and left me behind.

I jumped to my feet, wiped my face and also wiped a couple of spots of cum from my shirt. I peeked out of the door and saw no one, but one of the booth doors was open on the other side. I decided to make a quick walk of it to the curtain at the end of the hallway. When I got to the open door, I turned to see if Bubba was attacking someone else. Instead, I had blown it and become horrified to see my brother looking directly at me. And just to double my humiliation, my good friend David was next to him. I paused for only a moment and nearly ran for my car.

On the way home I was trying to figure out a believable lie to tell my brother and was deciding I could never hang with David again. And then I got pissed with myself. As humiliated and mortified as I was, I had a fucking hardon. After being assaulted four times, and getting caught by the two of them, my damn prick wanted to get off now itself. It bothered me greatly that I found anything in what had just happened as sexually enticing enough to make me want to jerk off. But as soon as I got home, I put everything on hold and headed for the bathroom to do just that. I disgusted myself.

All the way home I kept getting calls on my cell and I knew it was my brother. I turned it off so I wouldn’t have to talk to him. I should have known that that wouldn’t have stopped him from seeking me out for some explanation. Within the hour he was knocking at my door. I pretended I wasn’t at home until he became so loud that I was afraid my neighbors would call the cops. Even as I as was opening the door I could tell the extra time it took him to get here was spent drinking.

I immediately tried to explain to him all about Bubba, but he was past comprehension. He had come here for something and that was all his mind could focus on.

“So, you’ve become quite a little fucking cocksucker. Why didn’t you blow me like that six years ago in my bedroom?”

Again I tried to explain to him that it hadn’t been a voluntary thing and that I’d never given head before. But he wasn’t buying anything I said in his state. Things got really awkward when silence was all that we shared and he stood there in my foyer swaying back and forth. I finally told him that he had to leave. But instead he came over to me, grabbed my crotch, and told me he needed another blowjob. I pushed his hand away from me and told him to leave again. The next thing I knew he was pushing me backwards until the back of my knees hit the side of the couch and I fell over onto my back. He had mustered the strength I had remembered him having and I got a little scared of him. In his state of drunkenness I had no idea what to expect from him physically. I laid on the couch while he began to undo his pants. I told him he was an idiot if he thought I was going to do that for him again. I pointed out that Bubba wasn’t here this time.

Wayne just kept taking off his clothes and had such a driven psychotic look on his face. Strangely enough I took stock of my position and feared what he might do more than what he wanted to do to me. I found it impossible to keep from looking at his hardon while he struggled to get his shirt off. I should have been fleeing the living room, or yelling at him to get out, but instead I was a deer in headlights waiting for his next move. I had never seen him like this before. Later on I would come to understand that I had sort of whipped him into a kind of sexual frenzy of lust for sex by just having been caught by him. I may not have been gay, but he had not only caught me giving a blowjob, but both he and David had been recipients. So it was sort of natural that he would think I was a willing participant earlier.

Wayne finally started what I knew he was going to do. He was going to at least try to force me into sucking him off again. I admit, ever since he had abused me as a kid, I had fantasized what it would have been like if he had of ever forced me to complete those sessions in his bedroom. I had decided subconsciously to find out now. He was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much, and I was still in a state of heightened sexual awareness over what had happened to me at the bar.

As disgusting as it was being used for a mans’ carnal pleasure less than a half hour ago, I was remembering what it had felt like feeling a man cumming in my mouth while I pulled myself off.

Wayne came close to my head and his erection was just a foot from my face. He ordered me to suck it. I shook my head which garnered an immediate threat of a beating. Again he ordered me to suck his cock, but this time he swung his left knee over my head and I instantly found myself staring at his balls. My legs were still hanging over the arm of the couch and I was in a very awkward position. Wayne laid his body on top of mine in a sixty-nine position, but I still had all my clothes on. His cock and balls were resting right in front of my chin and I could smell the muskiness of his crotch. Then he lifted up and held his cock to my lips.

I started struggling a little bit until he threatened to tell our parents about me. I knew he couldn’t do that, but I let him use it to get what he wanted. And I guess since I had so easily allowed him to get me into this position, I wanted to see a few things for myself in the privacy of my own home. He raised his body enough to hold his cock to my mouth and demand that I open to take it for him. With just a little pushing at my lips by him, I opened my mouth to let him get his cock into me. He let his body fall again and since all I could see was his balls hitting me in the nose, I decided that this time I was going to really check out this end of a blowjob.

Wayne started humping my face like a cunt and I tried to comply with his gyrations. The mushroom head of his cock was wet with precum and felt strangely comforting in my mouth. The seemingly perfect fit of the head of his cock in my mouth made me worry a little. I was trying to convince myself that I was just allowing him to fuck my mouth out of curiosity, but I think I was kidding myself. I had already been caught by him and now he was proving to himself that I was a cocksucker. I guess the real truth hit me when I realized that as I sucked his cock, I had a raging hardon myself.

While he worked himself in and out of my mouth, and I strode to feel every little detail I could, I began to realize that he wasn’t going to end this newfound knowledge here and tonight. Allowing him to make me his cocksucker for a second time was tantamount to hanging out a welcome sign for him. But since I knew I wasn’t gay and didn’t want him thinking so, I knew I would have to make him think that he simply over powered me. I had just confessed to myself that I wanted this humiliation to my manhood to continue, but I still didn’t want Wayne to think it was a willing gesture on my part.

Even as I felt sick whenever he went too deep and gagged me, and even though I still thought of my position under him as repulsive; this was so close to some of my masturbation fantasies of what I had wished he done to me as a kid, that I wanted this to continue even after tonight. The one part I had really hated and fought against earlier was coming to mind. What would I do when he came? There was no way I could hold still and let him cum in my mouth willingly. It was one thing when in the past I had forced my dates to swallow my cum because that was the natural order of things. But there was no way I could allow him to force his stuff into my mouth again, let alone down my throat.

I started struggling a little so he knew I wasn’t allowing him to fuck my mouth willingly. That got me a smack in the calf from his fist. It hurt, but not so much to have forced me to comply. But in his state he couldn’t realize that. I felt him grope my crotch and felt so out of place getting felt up by my own brother. And then I felt him surge in his efforts to fuck my mouth. He lifted himself a little and began fucking me harder and deeper. I was choking and gagging, yet I chose to let him continue. I feigned struggling with him with the intention of pushing him off me at the last moment, but when that moment came I realized I wasn’t strong enough to force him off me. Instead I nearly got my throat pierced as he shoved his cock so deep and hard against the back of my mouth that I was worried about breathing. I saw his hips spasm and even though I couldn’t feel it, I could tell by his grunting that he was cumming in me. I found I couldn’t move my head in the slightest and knew that his cum had to be going directly into my throat. I suddenly didn’t want that to happen and pushed as hard as I could on the underside of his legs. I got him up only an inch or so, and then got it worse when I couldn’t go further. When I relaxed my arms after understanding I had failed to get him off me, he poked deeper as his weight brought him back deeper. And then the wildest thing happened that I would think of over and over in the coming days. He pushed so hard I felt the tip of his cock go past the muscles in my throat that had been keeping him out, and I had to immediately hold still so as not to get hurt.

I never had a feeling like that in my life. My airway was cut off, I was impaled on this organ that clearly could only be withdrawn by its’ owner, and I knew he was milking his last drops of cum into my throat. I felt so oddly aroused as he was at the ultimate point of using me. Being completely at his mercy, hoping he would be pleased enough to pull out of me and not choke me to death, blew my mind. Never had I ever felt so sexually charged, and it was all because he had so successfully just forced me to become his pussy. And for the second time tonight, I had his cum forced directly down my throat.

After what seemed like an eternity, but probably just ten seconds, he withdrew his cock head from my throat. Feeling it pop from my throat and being able to breathe again left me with such an odd desire for him to push it back into my throat again. But he was coming back to earth so I quickly started reading him the riot act. He had gotten what he wanted, so he wasn’t caring much about what I was saying at all. He went for his clothes and all the while he was dressing, he berated me as a great cocksucker and for being his sissy faggot for the second time tonight.

I started threatening to call the cops and was instantly rebuffed with, “What you going to tell them?” It had been an empty threat anyway, but he was right. I couldn’t tell the cops about this anymore than what had happened at the bar earlier. I finally understood that I really only wanted one thing from him and began to work towards that end.

“Look it, if you don’t tell anybody about what you just made me do, I won’t call the cops.”

He smirked and promised not to tell anyone, but asked about David. I asked him if he would beg him to be quiet about what he now knew because I had been forced into doing that. He said he’d try to keep him quiet, but that all his help would come at a price. Even as the words questioning him over what he meant were coming from my mouth, I knew what he was about to do.

“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”

I asked him what his secret was and he responded with, “I get my little brother to suck the cum out of my balls anytime I want.”

I got the meaning instantly, but I couldn’t just agree to blow him whenever he showed up. And now that it was all over, my shame and humility were kicking in, thus killing my desire to ever do anything like that ever again.

He actually left it in the best way he could. He told me that as long as I sucked him off whenever he came by, my secret would be kept. That meant he was leaving it up to my actions in the future. At the moment I knew I would never be able to allow him to fuck my mouth again, but within minutes of him leaving, I was thinking about the feel of his cock when it had slipped into my throat. It started out as a very small glancing blow of thought, but it bubbled over so quickly that I was in my bedroom jerking myself off in less than three minutes. I laid there thinking about all that I had been put through the whole night, and before I knew it, it was morning.

The next night I opened the door to a mild knock. I cringed in total embarrassment when I saw David standing there. As if he had dissed me and our long term friendship by what he had unwittingly done to me the night before, I sarcastically asked him what he was doing here. When I realized he hadn’t even known where I lived before yesterday, I knew Wayne had told him. He quickly apologized for what had happened and wanted to know how I had come to be in that position.

I didn’t want to discuss it in the open doorway, so I told him to come in. I started telling him the whole story from the time I got to the bar. He asked me if I had really been unaware of that particular bar’s reputation and I think my shocked look said it for me. It wasn’t a gay bar, but because it had the peep show booths, a lot of gay guys went there to be put to use. I told him I wasn’t gay and that before last night I had never even thought of doing that to a guy. It sort of pissed me off that Bubba had assumed for some reason that I was in fact gay.

David tried to console me for a while and I felt pretty good that he was going to keep everything he had learned a secret for life. But then there was that ‘but’. David began telling me why they had gone there and it was for the exact reason of getting blowjobs. He told me that my brother goes there every few weeks and that this time he just happened to let him talk him into going along. Then he dropped the anvil on me.

“Wayne told me about coming by here last night after we separated. And how he got you to do him again. It’s alright man, I don’t give a damn about what you do.”

I began wondering just how bad David was thinking about me until he continued on in a slightly questioning manner instead of apologetic.

“He also told me that he had no need to go to the bar anymore.”

I asked, “Why’s that?”

The horror of what he was about to say came to me even before he got the words out. “He told me he had an arrangement with you now instead. When he wants to get off you told him he could come over here and see you.”

I was pissed that he would tell him that. I sternly told him that my brother had lied to him and that the only reason I had to comply with him last night was because he was so drunk and I knew he could take me. The drinking just made him dangerous enough for me to really worry if he would stop at a beating after what had happened at the bar.

He said, “Anyway, you did it again and… you know he can make you again if he wants to. After he found out it was you that gave the two of us head last night he acted like it was Christmas. I tried to tell him it looked like the big guy had forced you to do it, but come on. You did it for him again right here.”

I again told him the stress and fear I was under. And I guess since David wasn’t as big as my brother, he was going to try things a different way.

“Look man, I’ve only had three blowjobs from guys and never got a blowjob from a girl that was nearly as good. That was why I went with Wayne last night. And man… you were good.”

I was torn between being pissed at him and the compliment he thought he had just given me. I was realizing his tone was a mix of “I’ve got the goods on you” and “please”. I stared at him as he went on fumbling for words that wouldn’t get him kicked out before he said what he wanted to say.

“Look man, I love fucking blowjobs… and after last night… you did such a great fucking job. What do you say to another one?”

My demeanor alone should have told him the answer, and I guess it did because he added the clincher.

“Look, I swear I’ll never tell a sole about you, but shouldn’t I get something for that? I don’t mean to blackmail you, but man…”

That was exactly the approach he was taking. I found it hard to see the friend I had known for so many years. He was so passively aggressive with me that he started to unbuckle his pants. I kept telling him that I couldn’t do what he was asking of me, but he kept working his pants open. Several times he inferred that I had no choice. Then he laid it straight out to me in a way totally unlike his normal behavior.

“Look it. You’re going to have to do your brother all the time now and I’m one of your best friends. If you can do him, why not me? And you know I won’t tell a fucking sole.”

He stood from the couch and pushed his pants to the floor before sitting back down. I couldn’t help but notice he was really hard through the outline of his shorts. While he pulled off his shoes and pants, he kept coaxing me to give him the same thing he knew I was now stuck doing for my brother. I wouldn’t realize it until some time after he was gone and I was playing with myself, but as soon as he stood and dropped his underwear, I had little left to say. The second I saw his cock and realized he was so hard over wanting me, I couldn’t say a word.

When he kicked off his shorts, he stood right in front of me, leaned forward to grab the back of my head, and pulled me forward until his shaft was against my face. Now he was so hot and past the point of allowing me to talk my way out of it, that he became somewhat aggressive with me.

“Just open up babe, suck it for me. You got me off so fucking good last night. Do it again.”

I looked up at him and felt the heat from his cock against my face. I was more scared over the fact of what I really wanted to do rather than of the fact that I didn’t want him to know. But I managed to turn my head and open my mouth. I had to bend his cock down to my lips and then took the head of his cock into my mouth. I wasn’t at all under the influence now and that made this seem so much different. I really think it had something to do with him needing me so bad that finally made me give in. But seeing a guy bare his cock for me, seeing how hard he had gotten just over wanting me to blow him so bad, and knowing he completed expected a blowjob, I couldn’t find a relevant reason anymore not to suck him off.

While I was getting comfortable with what I was doing for him, I got very uncomfortable coming to the knowledge that now that I started doing this for him, it would pretty much be impossible not to do it for him again in the future. When I thought about that, I almost stopped, but the feel of his thickness pushing into my mouth was hard to pull away from now.

David started telling me how much he had liked my blowjob from the night before. That was what he was telling Wayne as he caught me walking by. It turns out that they found it so impossible to believe that I had just blown both of them that they went to ask Bubba to describe me. He also told me that he had loved it so much that he had jerked himself off when he got home while thinking of how he was going to get me to do it for him again today. It seems that knowing I was sucking down his cum was so nasty of a thought for him that he knew he just had to get another one.

All of his fawning over what I had done, I chalked up to natural talent. It was making it easier for me to go further down onto him. But his description of his delighted fascination with my swallowing his sperm reminded me that it was going to happen again. I pulled away from him and told him how Bubba had threatened me so harshly that I was forced to do it. Then I gave him the bad news that I couldn’t do it for him again. I started working him off again with my mouth and he started pleading with me that he just had to get to watch me do that today. I kept shaking my head as I continued feeling his cock with my tongue.

I paused again to tell him I just couldn’t. That’s when he threw an arsenal of verbal assaults at me. It started with how Wayne had told him I had let him do it again, and went to how much of a cock tease I was for not letting him. Despite all the comments he threw my way, I really wanted to get him off. I don’t know if it was pure fascination over what I was doing in broad daylight, or if his pleas were getting to me. Whatever it was I stopped, looked at the floor and told him what it would take. I told him there was no way I could do it willingly, and that was enough to give him the answer to his desire.

“I can help you. You gonna get pissed at me if I encourage you?”

I paused with his cock still in my mouth, and shook my head. He warned me that if I said yes that he was going to make sure I did it, and again asked if I would get mad at him if he forced me to swallow his cum. This time I pulled off him for a moment and solemnly shook my head again for him.

“Alright then. Now that makes for a real blowjob.” He was hard as a rock just thinking about what I was allowing him to do to me. He kept telling me how he was going to make it easy for me, and how he would owe me so much for sucking him off. He kept talking about it so much I got mad from my fear of having told him he could. So when he pushed my head off his cock and to his balls, I took the opportunity to tell him to stop talking about it.

In a pretty irritated voice I told him I really didn’t want to know the details. I said, “Look, just do it. I won’t get mad, but I don’t want to know anything about how or when you’re going to do it.”

He told me he understood what I was saying and offered one last bit of info. “Just remember, you said I could.”

I was really beginning to regret my decision, and was worried over the gagging I would certainly endure while he dumped his load in me. But as I licked his balls for him, I realized I had a massive erection myself and it was very wet in my underwear. I was trying to understand what it was about this revolting action I was doing that would make me hard over it. I sucked on each of his balls for a moment and he bent his hardon down for me to take back. I knew this would be the final stretch.

David stepped back, pulling me off the couch and onto my knees. I saw him planting his feet, his hands grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and the earnest pumping into my mouth really began. He kept telling me to just relax and suck him. I realized that as soon as I started groaning over the depth he was going to that he was trying to purposely make me groan. It seemed the sounds of torment coming from me was bringing him to the precipice, so he was pushing harder and deeper. I found my hands grabbing the front of his legs to try to control how deep he was going, but he had a superior hold of me.

I tried to let my mind go blank again as I had done with Wayne, and then I remembered how the tip of his cock had barely pierced my throat at the end, and how erotically wild that had felt. Waiting for David to cum I found myself trying to relax my throat and even push forward, trying to get him to that same spot David had been. When he saw what I was doing, he pushed on his cock really hard several times trying to get me to swallow it. That only served to scare me into fighting him. But instead of lightening up on me, he continued straining himself, trying to force me to take him into my throat. Just as I was thinking how savagely wild that would be, David gave one last hard push and his cock did get to at least as far as Wayne had been. He was groaning for me to swallow and I realized he meant he was about to cum. I started struggling furiously with him as I felt the warmth welling in my throat and knew he was cumming. But he held onto my head and was holding himself in place as we twisted around on the floor. I fought as hard as I could to keep it from being deposited in my throat, but he had the advantage of placement on his side.

I was running out of breath after all the struggling and had left my mouth so vulnerable for him that I was at his mercy now. He pulled out of my throat and again I felt the pop of a cock uncorking itself from my throat, but it was only momentarily. He didn’t even pull out of my mouth before he pushed hard again. It didn’t go into my throat, but it was close. He repeated this action two more times as I choked for air at every opportunity. I guess he finally came back to the real world and realized I was gasping for air. He backed away from me and started proclaiming how fucking good I had been. It was the first time I had ever been referred to as a fantastic friend for something as twisted as sucking a guys’ cock.

I was trying to get his cum to empty from my throat, but it was all gone. I was on my hands and knees, breathing hard when he told me how he couldn’t believe that he got me to suck him off again. I told him it would be his last time and then he turned into a person I’d never seen before.

He sat down on the couch to pull on his clothes and told me that it would get easier for me every time. And as far as my refusing to let him, he said that was going to get harder every time as well. I told him I just couldn’t keep doing that and he laughed at me.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to help you out every time, huh?”

I made sure he was still promising not to tell anyone and he readily agreed, but with a condition. If I stopped being “nice” to him, the agreement was over. My dear friend had just driven home the point that I was effectively being blackmailed, and quite successfully at that.

After he left I spent quite a while thinking about how deep I was in the shit pile now. My own older brother and one of my best friends was looking at me as their private outlet whenever they needed to get off. I could see no way out of this situation this side of death and I was so worried about other people I knew finding out about it. But as I calmed down, the flipside kicked in. It didn’t take long to remember the feel of David’s cock poking into my throat just as Wayne’s had and I felt my cock harden some. The more I thought about that feeling, the harder I got until I had to yank myself off. But this time I didn’t just cum into a napkin, I did it into my hand so I could take a close up look at it. It was still congealed and a mix of white and clear pockets. I knew what I wanted to do, but it was so hard. But I figured that if I had sucked off four different guys, a total of six times now, that I could do it. I took a big gulp, and sucked the cum from the palm of my hand. I held it in my mouth for a moment and swirled it around with my tongue. And then I quickly spit it out. I couldn’t swallow my own anymore than I could another guys.

I don’t know what was happening to me, but I was spending nearly all my time thinking about the assaults I had gone through. My cock begged for my fist all day and my mind seemed all jumbled up. Just the thought of Wayne or David’s cock popping from my throat would get me rock hard and in need of immediate attention. I also finally realized that I had been sold in that booth for thirty dollars to three “unknown” (at the time) customers. By Wednesday night I was out of my mind trying to figure out why I was peering out the window so often looking for Wayne or my friend.

I got a call from Wayne just before I went to bed and he told me how he had forced David to tell him about Saturday. I grew so mad that he had told him, but I really knew deep down that the two of them would be finding me together one day anyway. But Wayne was calling to tell me that they had come up with a nickname for me. He had explained to me that since I first gave them blowjobs through a glory hole, a term I never knew, that they decided to call me Glory Boy Bob.