Beaten Up Stud

By: John Bowling
(© 2015 by the author)

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Chapter 4
 

"Damn, that flex off was super. Even I didn't know my little brother was so strong and awesome when he flexes."

I grabbed Dave by his thick, solid delts and pulled him to me, looking directly into his eyes. "So does that mean you want him? I could always go find another muscle man."

"NO! Don't even think that. You are my boyfriend. He's just a gorgeous hunk of muscle kid, and my cock is hard as hell again."

"Should I ask him to come back in and force you down and rape you?"

"No!"

"Then stand here in front of the mirror and I'll fuck your ass while you flex as hard as you can."

"I don't think I'm recovered enough to flex like that again for a while."

"Then you want Steve to come in here and do the flexing? We both get to lust over him and ..."

"No. Just fuck me while I relax. You can massage them while you're doing it."

"K. Which places hurt the most?"

He started pointing to muscles, his ass, more muscles, his ass, etc..

"K, You big tight ass slut. And I'm not going to be gentle this time."

I arranged him and myself into position, and I slammed into him.

"Yeh! 'Bout time! Use those hard twink wrestler muscles and punish my big football stud muscles."

"You like this, don't you? Getting your ass slammed by a little muscle guy? Bet you wanted those guys to fuck you the night you got beat up."

He started to flex, squeezing on my cock as well. I felt his muscles and began squeezing them all hard as I did a forced massage of the tight balls of flexed steel.

Quickly and without warning his cock started hitting the wall ten foot away with solid smacks of cum, and his clenching glutes forced me to cum.

"Damn, even your super brother couldn't stop you when you're that into getting sexed. And it smells like a locker room where a dozen guys have jacked."

Over the next five minutes, his breathing slowed down. At first he couldn't talk, and then he said "You keep doing me that way and I'm going to have super bro to back me up. You should have told me it was this much fun when I was a kid."

"I didn't know you then."

"No excuse. You should have found the most muscular guy in the 7th grade and began training him. Then you'd have a perfect muscle stud fuck machine now."

"I do have the perfect one! He just needs some more training and more massaging to recover from getting his ass whipped."

"That ass whipping was just now. I was recovered fully by this morning from the beating they game me."

"And you didn't tell me, and I'm worried about you, and doing my best to massage your muscles."

He grinned. "Yea, you kept making me so horny with your massages that I don't ever want them to stop! And if I have to, I'll keep you captive all week. You're going to have me in top shape for the game!"

"Then you have to introduce me to the team as your masseuse, protector, inspiration, and lover!"

"But they don't know I'm..."

"Then it's time they find out. It takes a real man to get the hell beat out of him and recover in a week to have the most awesome game of the year and his life, and the only kind of man that can do that is one who's fully honest with himself and everyone he knows. And they won't give a shit after you bring them the game on a silver platter. Steve, Chad, and I will be in the stands routing for you, and we'll be there beside you when you make the announcement as part of your game end speech to the troops.

"Damn, you can really say it like it is. Want to write my speech?"

"Sure."

We cleaned up and went downstairs to watch some TV. We had just settled down to a movie, one of the many Star Treks, with Dave's arm around me, when the door opened. Dave quickly moved his arm back and I moved over a foot. It was his parents.

"Hi, Mom and Dad "

"Hi, guys. How's the damage coming?"

"It's better, but I'm still sore everywhere. Dave suggested he stay all week and continue to massage me till I'm really up for the game'"

"Fine, if it'll take that. And if it takes more than muscle massaging we are fine with that."

"Hun?"

"Steve went through this several months ago and he has a really nice boyfriend now. We want you to be just as happy. That day in the hospital, I saw the concern in Terry's eyes, beyond that of a friend or school mate. He loves you. We were hoping that you guys would get together this weekend, and from the smell of this place, you did. We have to air it out now."

"Steve was here earlier today, and brought Chad with him. So we found out about them."

I put my hand out to shake theirs. "Frank, and Helen, thank you for being such good parents."

"None of this first name bit, just call us Mom and Dad, and you are now our son. Welcome to the family."

Dave was now beside me with his muscular arm around my shoulders.

"Thanks. Mom and Dad. I guess that makes Steve my bro and Chad too?"

"Yea, but be careful around him, he may be young, but he's strong as an ox."

"Who's an ox?" They had just walked in the door. "Besides me?" Steve set down the four extra large boxes of pizzas and a twenty-four pack he held in his other arm.

"These little things?" He flexed his huge biceps and then sat down. "Dig in. I planed a party with all of us tonight. And you two", he looked over at Dave and I, "better eat hearty cause we're having a wrestle off tonight! And you can keep those horny cocks put away until then!"

"Steve!"

"Sorry, Mom, it just came out. No, Dave just came out!"

Helen looked at me and said: "Do you see what Frank and I have to put up with here?" She was smiling, happy that all her boys were happy. She grabbed a big slice and began eating. Frank brought out some plates and napkins. The pizza was excellent, deep dish with lots of toppings, but rather messy, and we had about half a pizza left when no one could eat anymore.

"So, Ox, I mean Steve, when is this wrestling match starting?" I asked.

"Not a match, a wrestle-off. It'll be in the basement and we're gonna be there by 6:00 to start pumping, flexing demo and show at 7:00, wrestling at 8:00, and the real fun begins at 9:00. Then sleep by 11:00 so we can get to school on time tomorrow. Any questions, twinky?"

"Why do you get to call the shots?"

"This!" He flexed his right bicep, and I reached up to feel it. "That's cheating, feeling it before I pump. Hands to yourself, pretty boy, until tonight!"

"Cock teaser!"

"Yea, and a damn good one!" Grinning like the Cheshire cat.

To be continued... 

Posted: 02/06/15