5 comments/ 270795 views/ 85 favorites The Bully Ch. 01 By: thehumpman Tim Stone did not like to get pushed around yet there was not much he could do about it, being smaller than most of the guys in his senior class. His main nemesis was a guy name Jerry King, but everyone just called him "King Kong." The guy is a gorilla compared to Tim, Tim being short at five foot five, Jerry is a foot taller at six five. Tim weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, while Jerry weighs two hundred fifty pounds, most of it muscle. Jerry played and lettered on three different sport teams during his high school career, he starts at a defensive end on the football team, forward for the basketball team and he play first base for the baseball team. Tim on the other hand only plays on the golf team and the bowling team, he has respectable averages for both yet they don't garner the same kind of respect Jerry gets for his sports. Tim did get straight A's in school while Jerry was lucky enough to maintain a passing grade to stay eligible for sports. Jerry had selected Tim as his target since they were in grade school, what had actually made him dislike Tim enough to torment him was how Tim embarrassed him. It was the third grade spelling bee, and Jerry misspelled the word chief. Tim laughed aloud when it happened and yelled out the, I before e accept after c rule. The whole class laughed, Jerry ended up giving Tim an ass whooping on the walk home from school for that. Then one day the worse thing that could possibly happen to Tim happened, Jerry came up behind him in the school parking lot. He then put Tim in a headlock and then reached down the back of his pants roughly pulling his underwear up the crack of his ass. Just as he was doing this Tim's mother Christine pulled in to see what this monster was doing to her son. She quickly got out of the car and shoved the larger boy off of her son, then right in front of everyone she helped him get his pants back in order. Everyone around laughed and started chanting "Momma's Boy" at Tim whose face turned as red as the bricks of the school. "You're an animal!" She yelled. "Why do you feel it's necessary to keep picking on someone who is smaller than you?" "I was just having fun with my good buddy Tim, lighten up babe." Laughed Jerry. "It is not funny, and one day you may really hurt my boy. Leave him alone dammit." She said pulling Tim by the arm toward her SUV. "Wow, so the little wimp has an incredible milf for a mother, go figure." Jerry said to a few of the guys who seemed to follow him around. He was right Christine Stone is a beautiful woman, she met her husband, Tim's father in high school. They were both seniors in 1986 when they met and fell in love, neither of them was very popular in school like their son. Tim's father Jack, whom Tim looks very much like, was into computers, but he ended up going to college and now works for a major software company. Christine was always on the chunky side in high school, got good grades and was a member of the band and the drama club. She loved working and acting in the plays, she always had some bit part and did a lot of work on the sets. Now that high school was over Tim's father pretty much stayed the same he took up golf for work, but he was still the same nerdy little guy Christine fell in love with years ago. As for Christine she got pregnant for Tim while going to college with Jack, years later she finished her degree in dramatic arts. Then she emerged from the shell of what she used to call a fat ugly duckling into a beautiful woman. She got into exercising on a regular basis, diet, she finally got a more modern hairstyle, shed her glasses for contacts. At thirty-eight years old she looked the best she had ever looked in her life, her long blonde shoulder length hair perfectly styled, her breasts now firmed up an astounding 36DD, her legs long and shapely, a perfect round ass. She is now the director of a local theater group which she does not get paid, yet she does not need it due to Jack's good job. This also allows her more time to being a good wife and mother to her husband and son. As she turned into the street she looked over at her son, who was fighting back the tears in his eyes. "Are you all right baby?" She asked her son while reaching in her purse for some tissue. "Yeah mom, I'm fine." He replied. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. "It is just a lot more embarrassing to have to have your mom rescue you from the biggest guy in school." He sobbed. "I'm sorry I will see what I can do, maybe call your principal tomorrow." She suggested. "No, please mom just stays out of it. I will be fine, this happens all the time, so I'm pretty used to it." He pleaded with her. When they got home, Tim went straight to his room, he did not want any dinner either, leaving her and her husband to talk about it alone. Her husband suggested getting Tim signed up for some martial arts classes, he even offered to do them together, like a father and son thing to do. Christine thought that was a great idea, they both agreed that if the bullying was to continue they were going to take it up with principal. If they could not get anywhere with him they were going to take it up with the school board. If worse came to worse, they were going to get a lawyer if they had to take such drastic measures to keep Tim safe. The next day Jerry decided to skip school, he had two reasons for doing so one to avoid any trouble he may get in with the principal if Tim's mother had called the other was more devious. He pulled up on the street where Tim lives and watched the house, he watched the wimp leave for school at seven thirty, his dad left for work at eight. Another wimp he thought to himself watching Jack leaves, then he watched Christine leave in sweats and a small gym bag. He followed her to the health club she worked out at he waited in the parking lot for a little over an hour for her to finish her work out. Then he followed her back home, it did not seem she was going to go anywhere for a while so he had an idea. He drove off and went to a flower shop not too far away, he bought a nice bouquet of flowers. Then he drove back to Tim's house, he sprayed on some cologne, combed his hair and walked up the walk to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer with the flowers in hand, Christine opened the door only to be shocked that her son's bully was standing there with some flowers. He had the same smug look on his face that he had when she saw him at the school, she just wanted to reach up and smack it right off. "Hey baby. I'm sorry for being such a jerk yesterday." He said to hand her the bouquet of flowers and pushing his way past her to get inside. "Get out of my house!" She said firmly on the brink of losing her temper. "If you don't, I will call the cops." "I come in peace I just want to talk to you about Tim, if you want me to stop bullying him you will come here and sit down, listen to what I have to say. We should be able to work things out so Tim will be safe for the rest of the school year." He explained to her, the whole time eyeing her up and down. She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, she set the vase of flowers down on the coffee table. Then she was surprised when Jerry came in and sat right down next to her, she moved all the way over until she had her back against the arm of the couch. Then she turned toward him so she could hear what he had to say. "Here is what I propose Mrs. Stone, if you call the principal or the school board or any other authority that will cause me to lose my ride to state next fall I will beat your boy so bad he will take his meals through a straw and finish high school from a hospital bed." He said to her, looking straight into her eyes, his smug look was gone and she could tell he was serious. "So if we don't report you, you will leave Tim alone." She said softly not wanting to upset him. "It is not that easy Mrs. Stone, I feel I need more incentive to leave him alone, the school year is still has six more months to it. What I want is you, and you have to give me your body whenever and wherever I want for the next six months." He explained. "You fucking pervert, there is no way you are going to extort sex from me, I'm a happily married woman and I would not have sex with an animal like you." She said disgustedly. Without warning Jerry jumped on top of her, she tried to fight him off yet found he was too strong. He pulled her legs up on the couch and sat on top of her with enough weight to where she could not move very well. He had both of her arms pinned above her head and with one big hand he held onto them tightly. Christine was helpless against her son's bully and soon to be her bully or possible rapist. "Please don't hurt me." She sobbed feeling pain in her wrists from the pressure he asserted. "Hurt you, not today." He said. "I'm going to leave you with something to think about." With his free hand he ran it up the inside of her shirt to her bra clad breasts, then he tore open her bra. He watched for several long seconds as her large breasts heaved up and down with every nerve-wracking breath she took. Then he reached down and surprisingly he gently squeezed one of them, he expertly rolled her nipple making it hard, then he toyed with the other one the same way. Christine tried to close her eyes and picture herself far away from where she was at, she also pleaded with herself not to become aroused, even if it was forced. Jerry leaned down and flicked one of the hard nipples with his tongue, then he suckled on both of her tits, she looked down to see his saliva as he alternated from tit to tit. She whimpered softly and again tried to push free from him, yet he was too strong for her to do so. Jack shifted some weight off of her, this was only to let him reach down and unbutton her jeans. He had them unzipped and unbuttoned, he saw that her panties matched the bra, then he slid his massive hand inside them. He rubbed her pussy, which was now betraying by getting wet with anticipation. Not being like most young men, or her husband instead of trying to finger fuck her, he sought out her clit. Once he found the sensitive nub, he rubbed his thumb over it in gentle circles, then he increased the pressure and speed when he heard her soft panting and moans. "No, please uh, uh, uh, oh shit, uh no I can't no uh, uh, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming you bastard, you fucking made me cum." She groaned with both pleasure and disgust. Then she watched as Jerry pulled himself up and pulled out his cock, she was now terrified that he was going to rape her or force her to suck it. Instead he grabbed and began stroking it with his free hand. Christine was surprised by the size of it, being a virgin when she first had sex with Jack the only cock she had ever had. Jack was around average size and girth, but what Jerry had was a couple inches bigger and definitely had more girth. He reminded her of those stupid porn movies that Jack sometimes wanted her to watch with, the stupid looks these guys get on their faces when they were getting ready to cum. Shit, he was getting ready to cum, Christine still could not take her eyes off of it when the first burst of his thick white cum hit her in the face, then another, then three or four more all over her large milky white tits. "Yeah that felt good." He sighed as his cock began to get limp. "You filthy pig." She said as she got a taste of his cum that was sprayed on her face. She was surprised by the fact she swallowed it, which pleased him even more. Jerry then took the cum that was left on his hand and wiped all over her stomach, then he let her up. He put his cock back into his pants, then he watched as she was still laying before him not moving. Finally she sat up and took off her shirt, using it to wipe his filth from her face and body. Then she sat there with both of her arms across her breasts so he could no longer ogle them any longer. Jerry pulled a piece of paper out of his jeans and threw it down on the coffee table, then he pulled his key out. "I have to get going Mrs. Stone. I will give you a couple of days to think about my offer so don't answer hastily. Remember you go to anyone about any of this and I will fuck Tim up really good." He said turning to leave. After she left, she sat on the couch sobbing about what had just happened, she had just been violated, threatened with the safety of her son and now being blackmailed for sex. One side of her was repulsed by what had happened and the situation she was now in, yet she still could not get what Jerry did to her out of her mind. Sex with Jack had always been gentle and loving, she had never been taken so roughly, she shamefully came just by the manipulation of his thumb. Then the image of his cock came into her head again, big and hard, then the way is shot its big thick streams of cum all over her. She got up from the couch, took her soiled shirt to the laundry room, threw her bra in the garbage. Then she took Jerry's number and put it in her purse, then she went upstairs and took a long hot shower. While in the shower she frigged herself to a very powerful orgasm, roughly squeezing her breasts and vigorously fingering her pussy. She dried off, got redressed, went back down and did a load of laundry, she prepared dinner and was going to try her best to forget about what had happened. She took the flowers and threw them in the garbage. Taking the bag out to the large can in the garage, and she put on her best front when her son and husband finally got home. They told her all about the martial arts class they signed up for after school and it seemed good to see the two of them excited about something. Later that night Jack went down on her to get her excited to make love, once she had an orgasm Jack got on top of her. He fucked her for several long minutes only giving her one more orgasm before he got off himself. After they were done, she laid in bed for several minutes, wondering what Jerry's big penis would have been like. Jack had finally fallen asleep, Christine put on her robe and went down stairs, she watched television while thinking about the situation she was now in. The pictures of her son on the living room wall made it even harder, if anything ever happened to her boy she would never forgive herself. If Jerry was going to be back in a couple of days for her decision, she had one to give him, hopefully it will be one he would accept. One that will keep herself son safe and keep her faithful to her husband, if not she had another idea that would at least keep him from fucking her and maybe satisfy his animal lust for her. With that she shut the television off and went off to bed, she was going to call Jerry in a couple days and tells him to come over to her house to give him her decision. The Bully Ch. 02 Christine got the call from Jerry a few days later to meet him at the local park, but this time of year it did not have a lot of people around. He wanted her to meet him there at four p.m., and she tried to protest saying that her husband and son would want to know why she was not home. Jerry told her to make up a good excuse and mentioned again if she did not show he would go look for Tim the next day. She figured she had little choice, so she called her husband at work and told him she was going to look for costumes for an upcoming play. Then she left a note for her son with the same message so neither of them would be the wiser. As she drove to the park, she cursed herself for her choice of clothing, a tight turtleneck and a tight pair of jeans. Jerry would probably find this arousing, then she figured if she wore a burlap sack he would like that too. Pulling into the park she found where his car was parked and parked her SUV right next to it, then she got out. She saw Jerry standing by one of the paths, so she walked over to him, he led her down the secluded wooded path, passing several benches. Finally the stopped at one of the benches and sat down, Jerry was once again eyeing as if she was hanging in a butcher shop window. "Well Christine's I'm waiting for your decision." He said anxiously. "Okay Jerry here it is, a year ago both of my parents passed away, they left me everything being their only child. I have quite the nest egg in the bank, and I have written you a check in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Every month you leave my son and me alone during the remainder of the school year, I will write you another check for ten thousand until you graduate." She explained reaching into her purse for her checkbook. Jerry watched as she pulled out the small leather book out and opened it, she gently tore out a check and with trembling hands she handed it to him. He took it and looked at it for several long seconds, then he took it and tore it up into several small pieces. He tossed them on the ground and scoffed them with his foot, Christine mouth was agape with shock at his action. "I don't want your money, and you know what I want." He said while rubbing his cock through his pants with his right hand. "Jerry, I'm a married woman and I will not cheat on my husband." She said firmly. "Well I guess Timmy is going to get an ass whooping tomorrow." He said getting up to leave. "Wait!" She said to grab his arm. "What." He said sitting back down. "The only thing I will do is give you a hand job, no sex takes it or leave it, if you if you leave it and hurt my son, I will go to the authorities." She said. "Then let's go bitch." He said standing up and roughly grabbing her by the arm. He led her down the path to a small shed that looked to be a maintenance shop, while holding tightly onto her arm, and he kicked open the locked door. He then pulled her inside, once inside he shut the door and turned on the light. Jerry undid his jeans and pulled them down, his cock was already hard and bobbing anxiously up and down before her. Christine was getting nervous, but she knew in a sense that this was going to keep her faithful to her husband and keep this animal off of her son. "Well take it and jerk me off." He said. She reached over and wrapped her hand around the hot shaft of his cock and slowly started to jerk him off. Jerry looked at her in frustration, she was not doing a very good job, he was starting to get pissed. "Look why don't you sit down on this old lawn chair and do this right." He said. "Because if I'm satisfied, you are going to have to find another way to please me." Not wanting to do that she sat down on the rickety old lawn chair, the large young cock was now face level with her. It was quite magnificent as she reached up to grab it with both hands, she started to stroke it up and down. Jerry looked down at her this time with both a look that showed he was both pleased and of one of pleasure. Christine started to find herself getting lost in what she was doing as she was vigorously stroking his cock up and down. She was confused at the feelings overcoming her that she liked being controlled like this, never before has a man dominated the way young Jerry was doing. She did not even protest when he reached down and pulled up her turtleneck so he could play with her bra clad tits. Jerry toyed with her nipples through the material, Christine involuntarily let out a soft moan as Jerry continued his manipulations. Christine found herself to be both relieved and disappointed when the young man shot several streams of his hot cum on her chest, her turtleneck and all over her hands. "That was good." He said to zip up. "I will call you when I need it again." He left her alone in the maintenance shop, she did her best with the tissues and wet naps she had to clean herself up. Then she drove home, but she pulled into the driveway to see her husband was already home. She got out of her vehicle and went into the house, Jack had the table set already and he figured that she was going to be late so he ordered Chinese. During dinner they made small talk, Christine fought back nervousness and guilt, then her son made a comment. Mom you have something on your sleeve." He stated pointing at it. "Oh shit, I thought I got all of it, just a new hand lotion, I did not realize how fast it came out of the pump when I used it." She explained and wiped it off with her napkin. The rest of the night was really uneventful, then she got another call from Jerry a few days later. This time she had to meet him at his home, he explained his parents weren't going to be home until later. She told him she would come right over after drama practice, then she hung up with him. A couple of nights later after the drama practice she drove to Jerry's parents house, and it was a nice house in a nice neighborhood. Jerry answered the door and ushered her in, he was wearing a robe and nothing else. "Wow you look hot tonight." He said to take her coat. "Thank you." She answered politely. Christine usually dressed nicely for her drama group, tonight was no different she wore a silk top that had spaghetti straps, over it she wore a blazer, she had on a short leather skirt as well, with dark hose and heels. Jerry led her into the living room and he sat down on the couch, then he patted the cushion next to her. A fire was roaring in the fireplace, the room was very hot and it had a nice orange glow to it. If Christine did not know better, she thought he was trying to set a romantic setting for to night's session. Jerry undid the robe, and his cock was already at attention, Christine sat down on the couch and took it in her hand. She began to stroke it up and down, soon the sweat was building on her forehead from the heat of the fire. She took the blazer off and leaned over making her pull the spaghetti straps down her arms to reveal her nice large tits. Tonight he was in no hurry to cum, she was really working, he was also being more gentle with her tits tonight. At times only softly squeezing them or gently playing with her nipples, she was getting tired and really wanted to get this over with. Jerry noticed her discomfort and now lack of effort she was giving his cock, he leaned over and suggested another position. Christine had to admit that this would be a good idea, so she kicked off her heels and climbed up on the couch. She had to lean against Jerry at first for support but then she laid across his chest and stretched her legs out. She was able to return her attention back to getting him off, then she also realized his ulterior motive. Jerry now ran one of his free hands up her leg and inside her dress. Soon enough his hand was inside her panties and rubbing her already wet pussy, but Jerry was pleased find that this situation was making her wet. He continued rubbing her pussy, Christine was losing herself in all of this, she felt her head slide down his muscular chest and stomach until it was eye level with his cock. Then she did it, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock head. "UHHH!" moaned Jerry. With his free hand he pushed her head down on making her engulf his cock into her warm wet mouth. Christine tried to push herself back off of it realizing the mistake she had just made, yet Jerry just used his free hand to actually make her head bob up and down on his hard cock. Her mouth made slurping sounds as she was now being forced to suck Jerry's cock, she did not even realize he took his hand back off of the back of her head either. Now she was sucking his cock on her own, with no encouragement from him, unless you count the vigorous rubbing of her pussy. "Yeah baby sucks my cock, suck it, oh shit yeah it's going too cum." He said as he shot several spurts of warm cum into her mouth. She gagged on the large amounts of hot jism pouring down her throat, when he was done cumming she had it rolling down her chin. She sat back up and put her tits back into her top, grabbed her blazer, put on her heels and hurried out. On the way home she found a fast food place still open, she ran inside to use the bathroom. Once in the stall she threw up his cum and her dinner, she cleaned up. Christine went back outside to her vehicle, once inside she put the seat back, with one hand she fondled her tits the other she masturbated her pussy. Soon she brought herself off with a mind numbing orgasm, once she composed herself she drove home. That night she got Jack to make love to her, she sucked his cock, got him to eat her pussy, then he fucked her. While he snored softly, she sobbed herself to sleep with guilt of the dirty things Jerry was making her do. The Bully Ch. 02: Taking Control Author's Note: This is the second instalment of 'The Bully' series. Reading the first chapter beforehand is recommended. ***** A month after the incident in the Richmond Rugby Club locker room, Cory Taylor still couldn't get the bully George Johnson out of his mind. With only two more months left till he graduated, Cory was eager to make the most of it. He dragged himself out of bed with the sound of his alarm and trudged towards the shower. He admired his body first in the mirror. He had gained more muscle definition in the last few weeks and had put on another ten pounds. He hoped men would start to take notice of his growing body. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Cory closed his eyes and fantasized about his encounter with George Johnson. His muscular body, his thick arms, his sculpted legs. The sweet taste of his hole. The girth of his massive cock. Cory couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between them. The pair had not spoken since that evening. Cory had decided it was for the best that he stopped working at the club and told his dad he needed to use the time to study. The truth was, Cory just couldn't face going back there again. He was embarrassed at how he had acted. He had let George completely control him - he had humiliated himself. The boy was afraid that if he stuck around Richmond he might end up doing the same thing again. He cringed with embarrassment whenever he thought of himself on all fours, alone in the locker room, screaming into the evening for George to come back and fuck him. It was tough to forget about George completely, especially since he saw him all the time in school. He was trying, however. He really had been spending a lot more time focusing on his school work for a change - and he had invested more time with his friends to keep himself busy and prevent his mind from wondering to places where it shouldn't. As he ran his soapy hands through his maple brown hair, he considered whether George had spent any time thinking about him. No, definitely not, he thought. Why would a stud like that give someone like me a second thought? He could have anyone he wanted - and practically had. Pretty much all the half descent looking girls in school had been with George before. Some had even been lucky enough to have the status of his girlfriend for a while. Although they never lasted long. Cory stepped out of the shower, dried himself and began to get dressed. By the time he got to school, class had already started. He rushed into English class and took a seat at the back of the room. "Nice of you to join us Cory, fifteen minutes late," his teacher said. "Sorry Ms. Watson," Cory replied. Looks like I spent more time in the shower than I realised, he thought. The day dragged on as normal until the class before lunch time. Cory's phone vibrated. He slouched down and brought it out of his pocket. He had a new Facebook message. It was delivered to his Other inbox, meaning it had been sent by someone he wasn't friends with. Cory clicked into the message felt his stomach drop. It was from George. -Hey faggot. I've noticed you haven't been hanging around the changing rooms after practice lately. I asked your dad about it and he said you don't have the time cause you're too busy studying. Like fuck I believe that. I know you left cause of me and because of how you so eagerly humiliated yourself in front of me like that. The truth is, I'm disappointed. I thought maybe you had the guts to stick around and face me again but then I remembered what a wimpy little bitch I'm dealing with here. I'm going to give you one more chance to prove yourself to me, boy. At lunch, go into the girls bathroom, take your clothes off and send me a picture of you sitting on the girls toilet with your legs in the air. Make sure the camera can see your hole. Don't you fuckin' dare go into the boy's bathroom instead - that's for real men to use. I'll expect the picture within ten minutes of the bell ringing. If I don't get it - I wont be happy. Cory read the message three times, back and forth, taking every word in. His heart was racing. What would George do to him if he didn't obey the order? And why was he contacting him now, a month later when they hadn't spoken to each other at all since. And what did he want a picture for? Granted, he had never seen Cory naked, but Cory didn't think he had wanted to. Their encounter was all about pleasing George. He thought once more about how embarrassed he had felt the last few weeks. He had never expected himself to act so submissive around the stud, no matter how intimidating he may be - but it was instinctive. He felt he had to do it. Putting his phone back into his pocket, Cory decided that none of these thoughts were important. Putting his pride aside, he reasoned that the only thing that mattered was doing whatever George Johnson told him to do. With the first ring of the bell, Cory waited around for a few minutes for his classmates to make their way outside for lunch. His heart was racing as he made his way towards the girl's bathroom. He was about to push the door open when three girls filed outside into the hallway. Cory darted down to a locker against the wall and pretending to be searching for something as the girls passed him by. Taking a deep breath, the eager boy crept into the girl's bathroom and locked himself into one of the stalls. He quickly pulled his pants down. As he sat on the toilet and kicked his legs in the air, he felt blood rushing to his face. He was mortified. He was naked in the girl's toilets with his legs in the air and all because some scary bully had told him that's what he had to do. Cory knew the only reason he had made him go to the girl's room was to emasculate him even further. He took the picture of his hole like the rugby stud had asked. Cory quickly sent it to the bully and immediately received a response. -Be at my house tonight for 8pm. My parents are out of town. When school ended, Cory rushed home. He wondered into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. After climbing the stairs to his room, Cory lay on his bed and began sucking on the banana. George had told him he needed to get better cock sucking skills so every day for the last month he would spend at least thirty minutes practicing on a banana and picturing George's magnificent cock in its place. He grew hard thinking about what the evening had in store for him. He had quit the rugby club so he wouldn't be tempted to humiliate himself in front of George again but this was different. George had directly contacted him and given him an order. Cory just couldn't bring himself to refuse. He had to do what the muscle bound stud told him to do. It was a compulsion he couldn't control no matter how ashamed he may have been of it. Imagine if his parents knew - what if his father found out? Could George tell him? No, surely he wouldn't. At 8pm, Cory walked up the footbath to the front door of George Johnson's house. It was a magnificent house. A red-bricked two story with a fountain in the garden. As he walked up to the front door, the nervous teen saw a note taped to the handle waiting for him. Don't knock, let yourself in - it read. He grabbed the note and clumped it into his pocket. Opening the door, Cory took a deep breath and stepped inside. The interior of the Johnson family home was just as impressive as the exterior. Mahogany wood lined the floor leading up to the grand staircase. The walls were a deep maroon and several photos of the family hung from them. Cory admired a photograph of George with his mother and father. His mother was petite and blonde with a delicate face. George's father was like a more mature version of his son. Similar bone structure with an almost identical build except for a little more excess weight and a generous amount of dark stubble. "Take your clothes off," a voice commanded. It was deep and authoritative. George. Cory's eyes darted around. He couldn't see anyone. He noticed a door beyond the staircase was ajar and there was light coming from inside. Doing as he was told, Cory unbuttoned his jacket and took his school jumper off. He was about to hang them on the coat rack when the man in charge spoke again. "On the floor," he said. Cory hurried his pace and pulled his shoes off, followed by his trousers. His pulse was quickening and he could feel the hairs on his neck standing up. He had no idea what he was in for. When he was down to his underwear, he took one more deep breath and dropped his briefs to the floor. George had never seen Cory naked before. The boy hoped that the stud would be happy with what he saw. "Get down on your knees and crawl in here," George ordered. Cory bent down and shivered as his knees touched the cold wooden floor. He began crawling along the foyer, past the stairs and towards the open door before him. His cock began to stiffen as he pushed the door open to meet the man who captivated him so. The door led into the Johnson's dining room. Cory peered above the large rectangular table and saw George at the end sitting in what he assumed would be his father's chair. He was shirtless with his tight school pants still on. Cory could make out George's glorious bulge in the groin of his pants. "What are you waiting for cock sucker?" George asked. "Get the fuck over here and worship me." Cory crawled underneath the table as his mouth began to water. Once again he was greeted by the exquisite sight of George's thick, muscular legs. The dark hair that coated his thighs and calves that made him so masculine. It didn't matter how hard he tried to work out or bulk up, he'd never be half the man George was. The boy crept out from under the table and was greeted by the breath taking sight of the stud's massive bulge. Reaching his hand to the button of George's tight school pants, Cory prepared to take his cock. George grabbed his wrist and stopped him from unleashing his dick. His wrist ached as George squeezed it. The boy wasn't even sure if he was squeezing it hard or not, it was difficult to tell - he was just so strong. "Not yet," he said sternly. "I made you crawl under the table for a reason faggot." George raised his right foot and stamped it. "Kiss my fuckin' feet." The rugby god put his hands in his lap and waited expectantly for the boy to begin his worship. Cory put his hands around George's shoes and helped him take them off. His feet were huge. Cory couldn't be sure but they looked like at least a size fourteen. George was wearing white socks. Cory cupped his right foot in both hands and bent his head down to begin worshipping them before being kicked back onto the ground. "Take the socks off too, queer boy. What are you, stupid?" "Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Cory replied. His face turned red with embarrassment. He wasn't normally this dim. It was just something about being around George that turned him into a blubbering fool. Cory pulled George's socks off to reveal his gargantuan feet. They were covered in dark tufts of hair and upon removing his socks, Cory immediately inhaled their scent. They weren't unclean, but had been put to good use that day. The smell was hot and manly. Bringing his head down once more, Cory began to lick the soles of George's feet. He brought his tongue up to his toes and brought them into his mouth, savouring the salty taste. "How do those feet taste faggot?" "They taste amazing George," Cory muttered, kissing each toe one by one. "The fuck did you just call me?" "Shit, I'm sorry Sir!" George brought his right foot back and hit Cory in the face with it. He fell back on the floor and groaned with pain. His eyes winced and filled with water from the stinging sensation taking over his face. "Lie the fuck down," the rugby player ordered. Cory crawled directly underneath George and lay on his back. His breathing was slow and heavy. Although he was excited - he was scared of what could be coming next. George brought his right foot down on Cory's face and placed his left foot on top of his cock. "Sniff." Cory inhaled deeply and basked in the masculine stench of the stud's feet. His dick immediately began to stiffen and soon was aching under the weight of George's body. "Are you starting to get hard, boy?" George laughed and began rubbing his foot up and down the shaft of Cory's cock. He looked down at the naked boy worshipping him and smirked. "Queers like you are so fuckin' pathetic. It's just too easy sometimes. I catch faggots checking me out all the time. All I've gotta do is give 'em one firm look and they'll be on their knees slobbering over my dick like it's their last meal." Cory's cock was throbbing and precum was beginning to run down his groin. He continued to inhale the scent of the God's feet. "Just remember boy, from here on out all you are is a worthless fag. You're not a man and you never will be. Your only purpose in life is to be a cum dump for real men like me." George brought his muscular arms behind his head and laid back in the chair as he continued to rub Cory's cock with his foot. "And get this fucking shit off my foot fag." George brought his left foot down on Cory's face and rubbed it all over him. The boy quickly licked off all traces of his precum that had been left on his sole. With no warning, George lunged forward and grabbed a tuff of Cory's hair. Standing up, he pulled the boy up from the ground and stood him upright. For a moment the pair stood facing each other, staring into each other's eyes. Cory longed to kiss his handsome face. George pushed the boy back onto the dining table. Cory immediately brought his leg back and displayed his pink hole for the stud before him. George smirked at Cory's eagerness. "You want me to fuck you like a little bitch?" he asked. "Yes Sir! Please," Cory pleaded. "Beg me for it you fucking queer." "Please fuck me Sir! Please, I want it so bad! I've wanted your dick for so long." "Louder, boy." "Please Sir!" Cory raised his voice, his breathing was beginning to quicken. He could feel his hole twitching in anticipation for the thick piece of wood mere inches away from him. "Louder," George spoke in a low voice as he unbuttoned his school pants, letting them drop to the floor. Cory could hardly take it anymore. He hadn't just been waiting for this since that unforgettable evening in the locker room. He had wanted this since the first time he laid eyes on this muscle bound hunk years before. He licked his lips as he saw George pulling down his boxer briefs to see his thick, veiny cock spring out. "Please Sir!" Cory roared. "Please fuck me with your big, fat cock! Fuck me like the fag that I am!" George smiled. Not a smirk, a smile. Cory's heart melted at the sight of a grin on his chiselled face. "That's what I like to hear." George clasped his hands around Cory's thighs and pushed his legs back as far as they would go. Cory bit his lip as he watched the muscles of the stud's arms flexing. George bent down and spat on Cory's hole. "Rub it in," he ordered. Cory brought his hand down to his hole and began to gently lube it with George's spit. "You ready for the fuck of your life boy?" George asked as he began to jerk his growing cock. "Yes Sir," Cory replied as he gently pushed his index finger into his tight hole, preparing to take George's monster cock. George stepped forward and pressed his mushroom head against Cory's hole. Cory peered up at the thick slab of muscle towering over him. He had never felt so small. George thrusted his body forward and Cory groaned loudly as he forced the girth deep inside him. "Oh fuck," Cory moaned. George moved his hips back and forth, working his dick in and out of George's hole. Cory grabbed the edges of the dining room table with his hands. The pain was intense. He had never been fucked before. He was expecting his first time but he never thought it would be this painful. "Sir, it hurts!" he exclaimed. George brought his cock out of George's hole and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Cory yelled in pain. "I don't give a fuck if it hurts! Take it you fuckin' fag. I know you like it." Cory felt like his hole was being torn open by the sheer girth of George's cock. "Please Sir, please, it hurts so bad!" Cory gritted his teeth and continued to clench the edges of the table as he tried to take the pain. George raised his left hand and grabbed Cory by the throat. "Take it you fucking bitch. This hole is mine now. I'm gonna wreck your fucking cunt." Cory's body rocked back and forth on the dining table as the giant rugby jock forced all his strength into pounding the boy's virgin hole. He coughed as he tried to swallow with George's powerful hand still firmly around his throat. "Take it, take it, take it," Cory whispered to himself, trying to ignore the pain. George brought his cock out of Cory's asshole and glared down at the boy. "Suck it," he growled. Cory crawled around onto his stomach and brought his head over the edge of the table. His whole body was in agony. George gripped his face and forced his cock down the boy's throat. Cory could taste his ass on the shaft of the stud's dick. George put his fingers on Cory's nostrils and squeezed them shut as he fucked the eager boy's mouth. Cory opened his mouth wider as he tried to breath, saliva running down his throat and forming a puddle on the floor beneath him. "You're messing up my fuckin' floor. You having trouble breathing faggot?" George laughed. "How does it feel to taste your own ass on my dick?" Cory tried to respond to the hunk but ended up gagging on his dick even more severely. "Poor boy. You just can't get enough can you?" Still gripping Cory's face, George eased his nine-inch cock out of the boy's mouth. Cory gasped and burst into a fit of coughing as he began to breathe again. "What do you say?" George asked. "Th-thank," Cory burst into another fit of coughing. George slapped his cock against Cory's face. "Fucking spit it out! What's wrong, fag? You can't take it?" Cory took a deep breath and regained composure. "I can take it Sir," he said. "Thank you for fucking me and letting me taste my ass on your dick, Sir" he said, looking down at the floor. Cory still couldn't bring himself to look at George's face when he said things like that. It was how he felt - but it still felt shameful. "We're not done yet," George said. "Get on all fours like a dog." Cory crawled around on the table and raised himself up on his knees - doggy style. Arching his back and raising his ass in the air - he made sure he gave the rugby stud a good view of his asshole. "Look at you, archin' your back like a girl," George laughed. "I didn't even need to tell you." "I know my place now, Sir" Cory replied. "Who owns that hole?" "You do Sir. This is your hole." "You bet it is, faggot." George put his hands around Cory's waist. The boy's dick immediately began to leak precum again with the sensation of the stud's strong, manly hands around him. George eased his cock into Cory's hole more gently this time, before picking up his former aggressive pace. "Oh shit!" Cory panted. His whole body jerked back and forth from the power of George's body. "You like getting fucked doggy style boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir! Fuck me!" Cory yelled. George pounded his cock deep inside Cory's hole, his balls slapping against the boy's ass. Cory yelled in pain. The pain was just as excruciating as before - but Cory didn't want it to stop. There was something satisfying about having his hole stuffed with rugby jock cock, no matter how much it hurt. "You like having a cock up your ass don't you, fag boy?" The Bully Ch. 02: Taking Control "Fuck yes Sir! I'm a faggot who worships studs like you!" Cory panted as the rugby player continued to stretch his asshole with the girth of his meat. "What are you boy?" "A fag Sir! I don't want pussy, I just want cock. I want cock all the time. I want your cock Sir. I need a real man like you to show me my place." "Fuck yeah, faggot." George groaned deeply as he ploughed the boy's tight hole. Sweat ran down the chiselled muscles of his chest as he made Cory's hole his. George knew he was ready to come. He slapped Cory hard on the ass. "Come on queer boy," he grunted. "Work your hole on my dick." Cory arched his back further and pushed his ass back on George's monster cock until all nine inches were stuffed inside him. "Fuck Sir, your cock is so fucking big!" Cory squeezed his hole as tight as he could on George's meat. The stud let out a loud groan. "I'm gonna come. Get on your fuckin' knees." George drew his dick out of Cory's ass and stepped back. He threw his head back and began to jerk. Cory crawled off the dining room table and got down on his knees beneath George. He looked up at the hunk jerking his massive cock before him and once more marvelled at his appearance. His tight crew cut, his chiselled jawline. His enormous torso that gave way to his thick, manly legs. He was a god among men. Cory waited beneath him patiently. Breathing heavily, George let out a loud groan as he shot his load onto the boy's face. Cory jerked his own cock as the spurts of hot, sticky man juice splattered across his face. George's chest heaven up and down as he jerked the last few drops of come onto the fag who kneeled at his feet. He grabbed a tuft of Cory's hair and pulled his head back - using the boy's chin to wipe the remainder of his seed off his cock. George Johnson had marked his territory. "Thank you Sir," Cory said. George sat back down on the head dining room table with his legs spread wide, his cock still standing to attention. Every part of Cory's body was in pain from the thrashing the bully had given him. His asshole pulsated from the terrifying force of the dick that had taken his virginity. "Sir, can I cum?" he asked. "Fuck no. I don't want your fuckin' pussy fag juice on my floor," George said. Cory looked up at George. His head was laying back against the chair with his arms held behind his head. Cory spoke again. "Sir, did you like the photo I sent you?" "What photo?" "...The one of my hole. The one you asked me to send you earlier from the girl's bathroom." "Oh yeah, that. I didn't really look at it that long. It wasn't for me," he said. Cory frowned. He was confused. "Oh...but if it wasn't for you then who was it for?" "Not that it's any of your fuckin' business, but I sent it to my dad." Cory felt his heart skip a beat. His face grew hot and sweaty. He began to panic. "Your dad? But Sir...wha-what would he want with it? Is he mad? What's he going to do to me?" The jock smirked. "You stupid faggot. He's not mad. I told him about the little queer who's been chasing after my dick so he asked me to send him a photo of you. He's away with my mom at the minute but then they get back, he wants a piece of your fag ass." Cory couldn't believe it. He had seen George's father Will before, but only from a distance. He often saw him dropping George off at Richmond or sometimes he would see him chatting to his father at the reception desk. He could only imagine what it would be like to be fucked by a hairy stud like him. If George was this powerful at just eighteen years old, his father must be out of this world. George stood up and looked down at Cory who hadn't moved from being on his knees. He was afraid to move in the bully's presence without being told to do so first. "Get up and get dressed bitch. I'm done with you now," he said. Cory put his clothes back on, slowly. Every tiny stretch was agony. When he was finally dressed he plucked up the courage to ask George where the bathroom was "Just so I can wash your cum off my face Sir," he said. The stud raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? You're not wiping that shit off your face. You're a gay fucking faggot, getting cum on your face is the only thing you're good for. You'll walk home like that." "...Yes, Sir." "You can go now. It's almost ten and I've got a girl coming over in half an hour," he said. Cory nodded and headed for the door, a little jealous. Of course a muscle god like George Johnson would have somebody else coming over. He was a stud - he could have anyone he wanted. That must have been why he waited a whole month to contact Cory. He probably had plenty other sluts and fags to fuck. Cory stepped outside into the night air and shut the front door behind him. As he walked towards the road, he wondered when George would next summon him to be used by him and his father Will. Cory could only imagine what it would be like. He dreamt of the day he would service both men with every fibre of his being as he walked home covered in cum. The Bully Ch. 03 Christine realized that after what happened with Jerry the other night was letting the entire situation get out of control. After her son left for school and her husband left for work she nervously made the call to Jerry's house. "Hello." Came a pleasant female voice on the other end. "Good Morning, is this Mrs. King?" She asked. "Yes, this is Melissa King speaking, how may I help you?" Jerry's mother asked. "My son and I have been having a problem with your son Jerry, I was wondering if I could come to your house and talk about this with you?" Christine asked hoping this would resolve and end this situation. "Well, I'm going to be busy all day, but if you come by around four p.m. both my husband and I will talk to you." The woman on the other said pleasantly. "Very well, I will see you then." Replied Christine. Later that day Christine drove over to Jerry's house, his mother answered the door and ushered her in. Christine thought the women to be attractive, tall, blonde, large breasts, she led Christine into the den where Jerry's father was. A large handsome man, she could see now where Jerry got his size and looks from. "Honey this is Mrs., I'm sorry I did not get your name this morning?" She asked. "Christine Stone." She said. "I guess you talked to my wife Melissa this morning, and I'm Ben King." He announced standing up to shake her hand. "Please sit." Christine sat on a large leather couch he had in the den, Melissa sat next to her and Ben sat down behind his desk. She wrung her hands down the legs of her jeans to work up the composure to say what she needed to say. "Your son Jerry has been a bully to my son Tim in school, threatening him with physical violence. Now he has been blackmailing me to keep Tim safe from him, and he has been trying to use me for sexual favors. I'm so ashamed because at first I thought I was doing what I had to do to keep Tim safe, but now I realize how wrong it is. I need you two to stop your son and get him to leave us alone." She explained. "I see." Said Ben. "Melissa would. You get Jerry down here?" "Of course dear." She said. She walked out into the hall way of the house and called upstairs to her son, then she came back into the den to sit down. Jerry came into the den, but she did a double take when he saw Christine sitting on the couch next to his mother. "Christine's what is you doing here?" He asked smugly. "I came to tell your parents everything you have been doing to me and my son." She said with a renewed confidence that this would end. "Sit down boy." His father said slightly raising his voice. Jerry sat on the arm of the couch near Christine, she shot him a dirty look and then turned to hear what his father had to say. "Jerry Christine tell's us that you have been bullying her son and blackmailing her for sex, is this true?" His father asked sternly. "Yes sir." He replied. "What kind of sexual acts have you forced this poor woman to do?" asked his mother, who now put a hand on Christine's back and began rubbing it up and down. "Well the first time I played with her tits and pussy, then I jerked off all over her chest, the second time I got her to give me a hand job, the third time she started to give me a hand job but then she realized she really wanted to suck my cock." The young man graphically explained. "So the slut actually wants it and now wants my boy to get in trouble, lady you got some nerve." Shouted Ben. "What!" Yelled Christine. "How can you condone what he is doing?" "Boys will be boys." Melissa said. "You have to admit my boy does have a fine cock in his pants, pull it out sweeties." "Sure Mom." Said Jerry. Christine could not believe what she was hearing or seeing right now, but here was Jerry in front of both of his parents being encouraged to pull out his cock. The young man sat on the arm of the couch gently playing with it, encouraging it to get hard. "I'm leaving, you people are disgusting." She said pulling herself up. "Oh, you are not going anywhere honey." Said Melissa grabbing the waist of Christine's jeans and pulling her back down on the couch. "You are in for a real surprise, Ben show our guest you cock." "My pleasure." He said getting up from behind his desk. Ben pulled his pants down and then pulled off his shirt, his cock was lewdly bouncing in front of him. It had to be at least a couple of inches bigger than his son's and thick as well, Christine now felt Melissa let go of her. Melissa had a new intention, she now straddled Christine's legs and sat on top of her. "So the deal is your give our son sexual favors and she leaves your baby boy alone, well now you have a new deal. You will give all of us sexual favors or we will harm your boy and your husband." Explained Melissa who now grabbed Christine by the head with both hands. Christine was frozen with both fear and shock at how this situation was developing, she was even more frightened when Melissa grabbed her head, leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Christine tried to fight and pull away, but Melissa slapped her across the face, then roughly grabbed her hair. Now she put her mouth to hers and kissed her, Melissa forced Christine's lips to part to allow her tongue into her mouth. "Wow Dad's this is so hot watching two hot women like Mom and Christine make out." Said Jerry. "Oh they will do more than make out boy." Said Ben "Yes we will son." Said his mother breaking the kiss and pulling off her tight sweater. "Don't be shy unbutton your blouse honey." Christine looked at the large tits that now bounced in front of her, she nervously reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. Then Melissa reached down and unhooked her bra, she gently rubbed and squeezed her tits. "Natural, very nice." She said. "Ben bought me these for Christmas a few years ago." Then Melissa leaned down and licked Christine's hardening nipples, she switched back en forth between each breast. Christine moaned softly at how gently a woman sucked and licked on her tits compared to how a man handles them. Melissa now un straddled her and kissed her way down her stomach. Then undid Christine's jeans, then she pulled them off of her, Melissa pushed the fabric of her panties aside and began to lick Christine's pussy. Christine only had her husband lick her pussy, she was amazed at how good it felt to have another woman do it. Soon she found herself humping and grinding her wet cunt against Melissa's mouth until she had a powerful orgasm. "Thanks for getting her ready for me babe." Said Ben who pulled his wife out of the way. "Oh no it's too big, please no." Christine begged for him not to fuck her. "You will get used to it, and I remember Melissa saying the same thing years ago when I popped her cherry with my monster." Ben laughed at the same time laying Christine flat on her back. He positioned himself between her legs and slid half of his cock into her tight wet pussy, Christine let out a loud moan as he pushed the rest of it inside of her inch by inch. She looked over to the desk and saw Melissa was sitting on top of it and Jerry was kneeling on the floor, eating his mother's pussy. Then she felt Ben start to slowly pistons his large fuck monster in and out of her tight pussy, he put his arms behind her knees, pulling them up as he planted his hands down on the couch. Christine's eyes bugged out of her head, she never thought her pussy could ever be penetrated like this. Ben soon began to get the rhythm worked up and was now jack hammering his cock in and out of her. "Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, oh Christ, this is so fucking big, oh fuck, please we should be sttoooooopppp." She moaned when the orgasm hit her. Soon Ben was shooting his cum into her pussy, when he was sure his entire load was expelled into her cunt he pulled his cock out of her. Christine just lay on the couch in a daze, her legs still spread, Ben's cum slowly oozing its way out of her fuck hole. "Oh yeah Jerry, fuck mommy doggie style." Melissa said to use the desk for support as she was now getting railed from behind by her own son. Jerry was fucking his mom hard, pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, Christine just lay on the couch watching the lewd display. Then without realizing it she reached down and started to finger her sloppy, steamy cunt. She watched Jerry fuck his mother, one of his hands was roughly fondling one of her large fake breasts while the other was rubbing her clit. She looked at Melissa's pussy and saw that it was shaved, she looked down at her hairy bush, it was neatly trimmed, but she wondered what it would be like if it was shaved. Then she heard both mother and son cum in unison, and then they slowly stopped fucking. "Mmmmmm." Said Melissa. "Here let me help you with that." Melissa walked over to the couch, she straddled Christine and then laid down on top of her, she started to suck on her pussy. Melissa wanted another orgasm, so she stopped sucking on Christine's cunt and pushed her cunt into Christine's face. "Suck my boy's cum out of my pussy like I'm doing to your pussy or you won't be able to go home tonight." Melissa ordered. Christine nervously stuck her tongue out and gently lapped at the pussy, Melissa ground her crotch into the other woman's face. Christine was licking and sucking with wild abandon on Melissa's pussy, she had to admit to herself shamefully that the combination of her pussy juice and her sons' thick cum tasted so good to her. Satisfied that Christine was doing a good job now, Melissa returned her attention back to Christine's pussy. Melissa too loved the taste of cum, she also liked pussy too, Christine's pussy was very fresh tasting she could make a day of feasting on it. Soon both women were bringing each other to orgasm, and their faces were both covered with pussy juice and cum. Melissa gathered up Christine's clothes and led her to the bathroom, Christine cleaned up and got redressed. The three of them were still naked when she came back out, they told her that whenever one of them needed her she was to do whatever she was told and make herself available to them. Christine could not answer only nods her head yes as she walked out the door and down the steps. On the way down the walk she could hear Jerry yell to his Dad that the two should tag team Mom before supper. She ran to her car and drove home, but her husband and son were both sitting waiting for her at the house. She did not answer any of their questions about where she was and why she was so late, she made them a quick supper. She excused herself telling them she really needed a shower and that she did not feel very well. Christine kissed them both goodnights, and said she was going to go to bed after her shower. "Dad, do you think Mom is acting kind of different lately?" Asked his son. "Yeah Tim, I do. Son would you mind clearing the table and doing the dishes, and I have some important work to do in my den." He said getting up from the table. "No not at all Dad." His son replied. Jack went into his den and thumbed through his Rolodex on his desk until he found the number he was looking for. It was the number of a private investigator that his company used from time to time, and he dialed the number on the card. "Yeah." Said an old gruff voice. "Hey Sam, it's I Jack Stone." He said into the phone. "What can I do for you buddy?" Asked Sam. "I think my wife may be in some kind of trouble or might have a problem she is not telling me about, would you meet me for breakfast in the morning so we talk about this some more?" Jack asked the older man. "Sure meet me at the IHOP, down by the highway exit, see you around eight a.m. Goodnights." With that Sam hung up. Tomorrow I will find out what is going on with my wife, so I can find a way to help her with her problem. Jack picked up the photo of his wife and him that he kept on his desk, he loved her so much that it was starting to agonize him to see her act this way. He got up from his desk and left the den, he went upstairs and changed into his pajamas. Going into the bathroom to brush his teeth, he saw an empty douche in the garbage, which was strange. His wife only douches after sex or after her monthly caller, he pulled her panties out of the clothes' hamper. They were wet, they smelled of sex, there was also a light gooey film on the crotch of them. Jack threw them back into the hamper and sat down on the edge of the tub, he sobbed to himself so not to awaken his wife. Was she having an affair he asked himself over and over again inside his head? Christine and his son were his whole world, but the thought of losing her to someone else would kill him. Jack was definitely going to get to the bottom of this, with that he dried his eyes, shut off the light and got into bed next to his sleeping wife. He cuddled up next to her, and he pulled her hair off of her ear and whispered he loved her in it. She sighed softly and moaned I love you back to him, with that he held her until he fell asleep. The Bully Ch. 04 Sam followed Christine around as he was paid to do, he started out by parking across the street from her home on the first morning. The private investigator observed Melissa King pull into the driveway and get out. Sam watched as she went to the door and Christine let her in, he jotted it down in his notebook. Then he got out, made sure no one was looking and snuck out to the backyard. From the backdoor he picked the lock and let himself in, the two women were no where to be found on the first floor. He crept upstairs and heard sound coming from the master bedroom, he found a vantage point in the hallway that would let him look in and not be detected. He saw Melissa on all fours holding onto the headboard of the bed, naked as the day she was born. Christine was naked as well and she was licking Melissa's asshole while ramming a twelve-inch black dildo in and out of her cunt. He observed and took pictures, careful not to use his flash after snapping several pictures he watched as Melissa finally had an orgasm. Then she forced Christine to lick the dildo off, then she shoved it up Christine's ass and ate her pussy. Sam quietly crept back out of the house and back out to his car, he pulled his withered old cock out of his pants, jerking it off until he came into a napkin. Christine did not leave her home the rest of the day and Melissa King stayed there until lunch time and eventually left. The next morning he observed Christine leave her home and drive to the office of Ben King, Melissa King's husband, then he saw the two of them leave in his large SUV. He followed them a local motel and watched as they went into room number twenty, he knew the desk clerk and asked if he could get the room adjoins their room. Sam listened through the wall intently trying to hear what was going on in the other room, he had a good idea, yet he needed to hear. Finally he heard what was going on, he was right, she was there to have sex with Ben King. "Yeah that's it Chris, suck my big fat cock." He said aloud. "You are such a good little cocksucking whore." "Mmmphff, slurp,slurps,slurp." The only sound coming from Christine at the moment as she was choking down his hard cock. "Get on the bed, spread those sexy legs for me." Ben ordered. "Yes." Came her short reply. "I'm going to fuck you so very hard with this big cock, you want that don't you." He growled getting onto the bed between legs now. "Yes, please fuck me with your big cock." She said barely audibly enough for Sam to hear. "Oh yeah so tight and wet." Ben said as he must have slid his cock into her pussy. "Oh jeez it's so big, oh yes fuck me, fuck me with your big cock." She begged louder. "Yes, yes, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, god yes, oh god, fuck me, oh, oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss!" She said over and over as she was cumming for her lover. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming too!" Ben moaned aloud. The two cleaned up and Ben took her back to his office, dropping her off at her car, Christine then drove home. Sam observed no further events the rest of the day and called it quits, the next day he showed up early, saw nothing but her normal routine in the morning. Then in the afternoon when school let out he followed her across town to a small burger joint where the high school kids hung out. She pulled into the parking lot and Jerry King, the son of Ben and Melissa King walked up to her car. He pointed for her to drive to the back of the building, she did as she was told, Sam parked his car and snuck to the back hiding behind a dumpster. Christine got out of her car, Jerry approached her and pulled her over to the front of the car. The two of them started making out really hot and heavy, Jerry was roughly feeling her breasts through the fabric of her sweater. Sam quickly pulled out his camera, he watched and photographed the following events. Jerry picked her up and set her down on the hood of the car, then he pulled up her sweater to reveal her large breasts. Jerry leaned down and sucked on both of her nipples, Christine held his head to them. Then Jerry reached up the short pleated skirt she was wearing and pulled down her panties. Christine reached down and unzipped his jeans, getting his hard young cock out, Sam saw how endowed the young man was and thought like father like son. He now pulled her closer and pushed his cock into her pussy, Christine laid down on the car, she held onto her large breasts as she got fucked roughly by the young man. She was enjoying this as much as she enjoyed what she got from Ben in the motel the other day. She continued to squeeze her breasts and pull on her erect nipples, Sam was shocked again when she something Jerry told her to do. "Suck your titties, c'mon suck'em." He said aloud. Sam was amazed when she leaned her head down and pulled one of her tits up to her waiting mouth. Her pink tongue licked her nipple, flicking and sucking it several times over and over again. Soon her young lover could no longer contain himself and he was pumping his cum into her married pussy. She pulled her panties back up and quickly got back into her car, she left and headed right back home. Sam now had enough to call up her husband, of course only after he had a couple sets of pictures made with a photo lab that would do it discreetly. A couple of days later Sam met up with Jack at the local pancake house, Sam slid the pictures in the envelope over to him and his notes. Jack sat looking at them with a disbelieving look on his face, and he wanted to cry. "How could she?" He asked aloud to no one in particular. "I think maybe she is being blackmailed, an affair is one thing, with the whole family is another. This Kings' family seems kind of per versed to me, sharing the same woman for their own pleasure." Sam said. "My assistant is calling. Yeah, really, okay, yeah, all right, we will be right over." "What, what is it?" Jack asked. "The whole kit and ka boodle is what, they are all over at your house right now, my assistant is under a window, apparently your wife told them that she is no longer going to be their sex slave. They are getting ready to force her to have sex with the three of them again." Sam explained. "We need to stop them." Jack said aloud. "All right you drive, I have to call for some back up." Sam said. On the way back to the house they pulled up on the street and not in the driveway, Jack's stomach turned at the thought of the debauchery they had his wife doing. Then a minivan pulled up behind them, four of the biggest guys he had ever seen got out of it. "Sam, this boy got our fee." Said a large black guy. "Sure Marcus' he is loaded." Sam replied. "How much is the fee?" Jack said opening his wallet. "Five grand each." Stated Marcus. "Um we will have to go down to my bank, I have the money, I will have to get out for you." Jack nervously replied. "Marcus, I've done a lot of work for mister Stone, you can trust him." Sam said to get the large man to relax. The four men walked up the walkway to the nice home and then entered, what they found was Christine Stone on all fours on her couch. Ben King was shoving his cock down her throat, Jerry King was fucking her from behind and Melissa King was shoving the big black dildo in and out of her asshole. "What the fuck is going on here!" Shouted Ben pulling his cock out of Christine's mouth. "You two are going to get a fucking ass whooping are what's going on motherfucker." Marcus said to charge the naked man. The other three men took their cue from Marcus and charged Ben and Jerry, one man held them while the other worked them over, then they switched. When the beating was over Ben and Jerry lay on the floor in a bloody and broken heap. Both of them were out cold, Marcus told Christine to go get some bed sheets for him, she quickly grabbed some from her linen closet and brought them back. The four men carried the two limp forms out to the family car they drove over to the house today and then they popped the trunk. They tossed them both into the trunk and returned into the Stone house with Sam and Jack following. "Jack I'm so sorry." She running over to her husband still naked. "It's all right Sam found out you were being blackmailed." He said to her trying to cover her. "Well I guess I will be going." Melissa said reaching for her clothes. "Guys how would you like a bonus for doing such a great job?" asked Jack. "Now you're talking." Marcus said The four large men, all of them with cocks that were proportionate with their size approached Melissa King. They let Marcus fuck her first, but she was whimpering loudly at the brutality of how hard he was fucking her. Then another big black guy and a big white guy took her, the black guy shoved his cock down her throat gagging her with it, the white guy fucked her from behind. Then after they were done another big, hairy white guy fucked her in the ass, Sam even got in on the act and forced her to suck his withered old cock. They had to help Melissa back out to her car after she got dressed, once she was out there and in it, Marcus warned her if her husband and son ever bother these people again they would be back. With that she slammed the car into reverse and sped out of the driveway, she sped down the street and out of sight. When they went back inside, they found Jack and Christine, Jack had her bent over her hands holding onto one of the steps to the stairs. He was fucking her for all he was worth, until he finally emptied his load into her abused cunt. "You know Mister Stone we could cut our fee in half for a crack at your hot wife's pussy and mouth." Said Marcus rubbing his cock. Jack was starting to put his clothes back on thinking about the comment, he was still angry and hurt that his wife went through with what the King's wanted her to do. He finished dressing and grabbed his car keys, his wife was walking back upstairs with the intentions of getting dressed, when she heard her husband. "I tell you what Marcus, I will give you everything I owe you guys and I will let you guys have your way with my wife while I'm at the bank. She should be punished for not telling me about the blackmail and for actually going through with it. When I come back with your money, you are to take an it and never come back here again." Jack explained. "You have a deal." Marcus replied. "I'm getting too old for this shit, Jack would drop me off after the bank, I'll be outside telling my assistant he can go home." Sam explained. "Sure Sam, I'll be back in a half hour, love you honey." He said walking out the door leaving his wife to be gangbanged by these behemoths. Christine found out what double penetration was and could not even get up off the couch when her husband returned. He paid the men in cash, they shook on the deal and like promised left the house never to return. Jack went upstairs and drew his wife a nice hot bubble bath and then went back downstairs to carry her naked body up to the tub. It took several weeks for their marriage to return to some sense of normalcy, they hated to admit but their sex life was better after all that occurred. The King's on the other hand sold their house and their business, they ended up moving out of state, with the injuries Jerry got from Marcus and company he could not get a scholarship. He now works flipping burgers at some crappy burger joint, his mom waitresses and Ben works as a foreman for someone else now.