{ASS} Dawson's Freak, 1/5 PRED-TV WB

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Okay, now that I'm done having my fun with G. Michael Turner, here's
the Dawson's story I never finished posting.

Anti-Disclaimer: I'm the stranger who offers candy to kids. Can you
come over to my car and give me directions? I'm lost ..

Dawson's Freak is the sole property of PREDATOR Press, Intl. The
characters belong to Kevin & the WB, but fuck 'em.
The excerpts from Sappho's poetry were quoted from "The Love Songs of
Sappho," translated by Paul Roche (Signet Edition); selections from
"My Secret Garden" by Nancy Friday are quoted from the Pocket Books
edition; "Love Bunnies #3" starring Sarah-Jane Hamilton is a very
real, VERY HOT Zane Video.

Comments, questions, death threats please e-mail pr...@altavista.net.

Dedicated to G. Michael Turner. (Who else?)

Dawson's Freak

1

"Heads up .. Jacqueline!"
Jack McPhee had no time to do anything, but look up and regret
the day he'd ever signed up for Capeside's football team. A steaming,
urine-soaked towel smothered the teenager's face, and his every sense
was assaulted with the rank, putrid odor.
"Fuck .." Jack gasped, tearing the towel away from his head.
The pee had soaked not only his face, but his brand new shirt, the
shirt Jen Lindley had just given him that morning at breakfast. *
Can't have the Minuteman's star wide receiver looking like a TOTAL
dork on opening game day, * she'd said drowsily before handing him the
Structure box, kissing his cheek, and then returning with a slight
giggle to her breakfast muffin.
The gesture had genuinely touched Jack McPhee. Months before,
the boy's life had looked so grim he'd even flirted with the idea of
cutting it short. Despite his best efforts to lead the life of a
normal teenage boy, the secret of his homosexuality had been cruelly
thrust into the light of day, practically destroying the lives of
every friend and family member he held dear. Then, amid his mother's
grim illness and his sister's nervous breakdown, he'd been forced to
leave his own house, unable to cope with his father's seething
resentment and homophobia.
That was when Jack McPhee had found himself turning to the
most unlikely of saviors, a girl he only casually knew. He had no
idea back then how Jen Lindley would react to his utter, desperate
helplessness. In those dark days, Jack McPhee had been lower than
pathetic. He had aspired to be merely pitiful. On his last legs, he
had literally begged Jen Lindley to take him into her life and be his
friend. To his surprise, she'd agreed, and Jack McPhee quickly took
up residence in both her life and her grandmother's home.
Now it was months later, months jam-packed with so many
changes he felt he was living in a blur at times. The adolescent
cycle of angst and summer vacation had turned over into yet another
school year at Capeside High. Everyone was back in place - Dawson,
Joey, Pacey, his sister Andie - like players on a chess board at the
start of a brand new game. The secret to survival, as always, was
making the right moves, not too cautious but not too impulsive. The
delicate strategy of not only being a wide receiver but a teenager.
Whenever Jack caught his breath and thought about his 'new
start,' he couldn't help but smile. He was still dumbfounded that
things had turned from darkness to dawn so suddenly. Every day, a
small scared part of him half-expected Jen Lindley to look him in the
eye, tell him to get a life, and then kick him back out into the cold,
cruel world. But that hadn't happened yet. If anything, in the last
few weeks their lives had become even more entangled and enmeshed.
Both Jack and Jen had the fickle finger of the adolescent
caste system to thank for this turn of affairs. In the space of two
short days, Jen Lindley - the living antithesis of pep, trendiness and
school spirit - had been catapulted to the status of Capeside's head
cheerleader. Instead of telling the school's administration to "fuck
off," Jen had surprised everyone at Capeside and taken up the
gauntlet. Then, just when Jack had thought nothing at school could
get any weirder, Coach Leary offered him a spot on the school's
football team as the starting wide receiver.
Of course, Jack McPhee had first turned down the coach's
proposal in no uncertain terms. In order to survive with as little
bruising as possible, gay teenage boys need to know their place, and
that place is not in a locker room full of terrified, sexually
insecure jocks ashamed of their own wandering thoughts. Case closed,
issue dead.
But then the coach kept pressing, and Jack found himself
thinking of Jen. Jen wasn't backing down to the challenge of being
head cheerleader while simultaneously despising everything that
cheerleading stood for. Jen was trying to find a way to make it work,
trying to use her new found position to affect a change that could
possibly ripple down through Capeside's social stratification through
the ages.
Jack was gay, and he knew there were other boys at Capeside
who were just like him. They cowered in the closet as he had done,
hurting 'girlfriends', lying to parents and worst of all betraying
their own hearts. They 'knew their places', too. They were 'good
boys' just as Jack McPhee had been. And inside they were slowly
dying, one day at a time.
Jack had finally accepted Coach Leary's offer, and had stood
before the school at the year's first pep rally. Jack McPhee, the gay
Minuteman. The kids had cheered just the same for him as they did for
everyone else on the stage. Among those voices, he thought he heard a
few raised a little louder than the rest. Jack had basked in that
glow for hours afterward. Things were different. He would make them
different. He would fight the battles just as Jen was doing because
they were the right battles to fight. The Minuteman in the uniform
would invariably get wounded, yes, but Jack McPhee would press on.
Fear, regret and shame now burned into raw rage. Jack grasped
the piss-soaked towel and glared at Mark McCreary. The tall defensive
lineman grinned back at him from the entrance to the showers and
toilets. McCreary's naked white body glistened, and his thick penis
hung half-erect below his beefy stomach.
"What's your fucking problem, asshole!" Jack hurled the towel
back McCreary. But the huge bully was ready, and easily ducked under
the projectile. The towel landed with a splat on the floor of the
shower room.
"You're a faggot, Jacqueline," McCreary responded. "That's my
problem. Why? You gonna do something about it?"
"This is stupid," Jack shook his head and turned away. "Go
fuck yourself."
"Suck my dick, faggot," McCreary kept at him. The sound of
his footsteps slapped across the wet floor towards Jack.
"You wish," Jack spoke under his breath before thinking.
"What the fuck was that, faggot?" McCreary was now at Jack's
back, and he grabbed Jack by the hair. A split second, he'd yanked
Jack's face around so that it was hovering not even inch from the
lineman's thick, menacing penis. "What the fuck did you say to me?"
"I don't want any trouble, Mark," Jack barely opened his mouth
as he spoke.
"I said suck my dick, faggot," Mark hissed. "Come on,
Jacqueline," he pressed the tip of his cock into Jack's cheek and
someone giggled. "You know you want some, bitch. Come on, suck it!"

"Hi ya', stud!"
The girl's voice had the same effect on Dawson Leary that it
always had. He suddenly became twelve-years-old and awkward again.
His head jerked up and crushed into the bottom of his locker shelf.
Through the smarting daze, he looked up into the blonde, dangerous
eyes of Eve Whitman. "Uh .. hi to you, too," he rubbed the top of his
scalp and checked the gash for blood.
"Don't you hate when that happens?" she giggled.
"It didn't used to happen," Dawson observed with a wry smile.
"Poor baby, let me kiss your head," she giggled when she
stressed the word head. She leaned over and kissed the top of
Dawson's scalp. Before he could move, he found his face buried in the
crotch of the teenage temptress's tight black jeans. She giggled,
shimmied her hips back and forth, and ground her pelvis into Dawson's
flabbergasted mouth. "Mmm, niiiiiccee .." she purred, running her
hands through his hair. For another three endless seconds, she humped
her lower body against Dawson's panting lips.
Someone started clapping. Dawson jerked his head up and saw
Pacey leaning up against a drinking fountain. Embarrassed, Dawson
jumped to his feet and brushed himself off. That was when he noticed
Joey Potter standing slightly behind Pacey. Dawson couldn't avoid her
gaze. The dark pools of her pupils were magnetic. She rolled her
eyes and bit her lip into a grimace.
Dawson and Joey had just talked the night before, sitting on
his dock, bearing their souls to one another in a vain attempt to
exorcise and expel the demons of their residual passion. * Every
Dawson has his Joey, * Dawson recalled his syrupy addition to the
dialogue. And right now this Dawson's Joey was staring right at him.
"Hey, kid .." Eve smiled at Joey with all warmth of a lioness
staring down a hyena. Dawson of course was the prey, freshly
slaughtered, his entrails glistening in the noonday sun.
* I've got to quit watching those documentaries on the Discovery
Channel, * Dawson mused to himself.
"Eve .. right ..?" Joey was still hanging back behind Pacey.
Eve just nodded, smiled and turned back to Dawson. To his
utter shock, she cupped her hand around the bulge in his pants and
squeezed. "Nice to see you, too," she licked his ear.
"Umm ..,yeah," Dawson melted at her touch, trying to keep his
mind on the real world and not the scene from Body Heat playing in his
mind. "A..are you going to class?" he asked while her hand stroked
him through his jeans. "I could walk you."
"No, I'm free," she purred. "Free and easy," she snarled
slightly, and worked her fingers into his jeans with even more
determination. "How .. about .. you ..?" she blew the words into his
face as she pumped.
Dawson closed his eyes, and her lips were on his a split
second later. As he sucked her tongue inside his mouth, she jumped up
into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waste and humping him like
some buxom slut from a Russ Meyer movie.
Any eyes in the hallway ceased to exist then .. Pacey's even
Joey's. The two collapsed into his locker amid a round of applause.
Eve scooted up his chest and rubbed her flat, tanned belly across his
thirsty lips. He licked and worshipped her navel with his tongue
while she reached behind her back, found the top of his jeans and
snaked her hand inside.
They were twisted up in some kind of obscene pretzel. Dawson
heard something in his back snap, but he didn't pay any attention to
it. There was more applause, then the sound of the school bell and
hurried footsteps scampering off into the hallways.
Dawson gasped and felt his balls twitch, then his cock start
spurting with an uncontrollable gusto. Eve's hands continued to dig
into his jeans, under the elastic waistband of his jockeys, her deft
fingers finally touching his bare, pulsing flesh.
"You are so easy," she giggled, pumping the remaining cum from
his cock and kissing his stomach. A moment later she had him zipped
up. Like a cat, she sprang to her feet. "You're late for class."
She playfully kicked him in the ass. "Go!"
Dawson crawled the first several feet on his hands and knees,
his legs too wobbly to stand.
"Mr. Leary," a voice spoke behind him, "is everything all
right?"
Dawson didn't even have to turn around to know the voice of
their new principal, the large, imposing and VERY black Mr. Green.
Dawson also knew that Eve Whitman was nowhere in sight, and that he
was alone, crawling on his hands and knees down the school's cold,
tile corridor. He grimaced and staggered to his feet. Eve Whitman
wasn't Dawson's "Joey', that was for damn sure.

"Hey, you all right?" Andie McPhee tapped Joey Potter on the
shoulder, and Joey turned around.
"Yeah, why?" Joey couldn't help the defensive tone from
creeping into her voice. Andie was Pacey's girlfriend .. well,
ex-girlfriend, really, at least as of yesterday. Andie was also the
sister of Joey's ex-boyfriend, Jack McPhee. Jack who had dumped Joey
to become gay. Joey Potter didn't dislike Andie, she just didn't want
her around at the moment. There were always just too many
complications.
"I don't know, you look a little funny," Andie cocked her head
and backed off slightly. "You've just been standing here for five
minutes, that's all."
"I was trying to make up my mind," Joey looked at the tray of
deserts in front of her in the cafeteria line. "Jell-O or .." she
looked over the whole tray, and her lip fell, " .. um, Jell-O."
"Tough decision," Andie commiserated with a grin.
"Uh, yeah," Joey snatched up a cup of Jell-O and moved to the
cashier.
"Dawson, huh?" Andie remained at Joey's side.
"What?" Joey turned to Andie as she paid for her lunch.
"On your mind," Andie observed as they made their way back
into the cafeteria. "That's what you were thinking about."
"No .." Joey rolled her eyes and tried to find a seat at a
crowded table. Maybe that would discourage Andie's sudden interest in
her personal life. "Not quite .."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Andie bit her lip. "My mistake. I'm sorry
to bother you. I thought you could use a friend."
Joey stopped unwrapping her tuna sandwich, and looked up.
Andie had just gotten out of mental institution. Last spring, the
girl had suffered from a nervous breakdown. Lots of things had gone
wrong last spring for Joey, too. To put it simply, Joey Potter's life
had ended. And now she was trying to jump start it again .. WITHOUT
Dawson Leary.
Joey Potter could easily count the number of her friends on
one, closed fist these days. She couldn't afford to be bitchy.
Besides, Andie was maybe the one girl in school who could understand
the kind of loneliness and depression that had settled over Joey
Potter's soul.
"Sorry," Joey offered Andie a pained smile. "Major bitch
phase. It'll pass."
"I know the feeling," Andie's pale fingers lightly touched the
back of Joey Potter's cold hand.
Joey curled her lip into a smile. "You know, I think you do."

"Hey, did you see Jack in gym?" Jen caught Pacey's shoulder
just as he was about to turn into the biology lab.
"Yeah, why?" Pacey replied.
"He's not in the caf'," Jen explained. "It's lunch. We
ALWAYS do lunch."
"He was showering up when I got out of there," Pacey told her.
"We've gotta couple guys on the team in there, and I saw Mr. Leary in
his office. It's game day. Cut the boy some slack. Loosen the apron
strings, Mrs. McPhee."
"Eat me," Jen shot back as she started down the hall to the
gym.
"Hey," Pacey called behind her. "Love the uniform. Give me
an M!" he mocked her.
* I fucking hate this uniform, * Jen's temper boiled. Pacey
had been the billionth person that day to make fun of the cheesy,
shimmering nylon get-up. * I'm going to fucking quit. I REALLY am. *
Jen could just imagine Jack's reaction. So far, he'd talked her out
of dumping the squad every day since she'd been named captain. *
Well, let's just see him do that today, * she huffed. * It's
lunchtime, Jack McPhee,* she scolded him silently. * Game or no game,
we ALWAYS do lunch. *
Jen walked briskly through the deserted halls towards the gym.
It hadn't even occurred to her what she was going to do when she got
there. The gym was deserted, and the door to the boy's locker room
stood before her, closed and impenetrable.
She shrugged her shoulders and knocked. Through the thick
wood she could hear muffled shouting .. or was it screaming. * The
jerk is in there goofing around, and I am wasting precious lunch time,
not to mention risking serious detention for walking around without a
pass. * A split second later, Jen Lindley shrugged her shoulders,
glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, then pushed open the
door. She barely opened the door a crack and slid in sideways, trying
to make herself as small and invisible as possible.
The muffled shouting now became full-scale howling.
Curious, she crept through the empty outer hall and pressed against
the far wall, inches from the doorway that opened into the locker
room. The howling was a mixture of raucous cheering and agonized
whimpering. She recognized some of the voices, but they were twisted
into a kind of animalistic tenor.
"Fuck .." the whimpering voice choke. Jen Lindley recognized
that voice. * Jack! * She brazenly turned into the doorway. No one
in the room even noticed her.
They were all naked and circled around two naked boys in the
center of the room. The two nude boys were locked and spinning in
some kind of wrestling hold. * Jack! * Jen started. * Wow, nice ass,
* she couldn't help observing before she realized Jack's head was
between Mark McCreary's legs, and the large beefy boy was hurting
Jack, twirling her best friend in a circle.
A second later, McCreary released Jack's naked, sweaty body.
The gay teen slid across the cold tile floor crashing into a heap
against a bank of metal lockers. The boys all cheered, and McCreary
accepted a round of whooping high-fives before he closed in for the
kill.
Jen saw the look in Mark McCreary's eyes, and knew she had to
do something. "Get the fuck away from him, you fucking bastard!" Jen
pushed through the startled circle of boys and hurled her small body
at the beefy boy. She was all fingernails and teeth as she landed on
the shocked giant. He staggered backwards and shielded his eyes from
her fingernails.
Jen reached down and sliced her sharp, polished cuticles into
the soft flesh of the beefy boy's scrotal sack. He shrieked in pain.
"Get this crazy bitch the FUCK off me!" he squealed like a wounded
animal. Jen ripped at the hairy folds of McCreary's ball-bag for
another second before her tiny, thrashing body was suddenly lifted
from his naked flesh. Strong hands held her kicking legs and waving
arms motionless. She felt what seemed like dozens of naked, thick
muscles pressing her writhing body into hissing submission.
"Let her go!" Jack's voice cut through the grunting and
tangles of sinewy arms that engulfed her.
"FUCKING BITCH!" McCreary was in Jen's face now. His closed
fist cracked against her jaw like a wrecking ball. Jen's small head
bobbed and snapped to one side like the boy was batting a balloon.
Blood filled her nostrils and taste buds. Her head swimming in the
coppery taste, her mind barely registered the feel of the brute's
hands as they tore at the flimsy, shimmering nylon of her Minutegirl
cheerleading outfit.
* FUCK! * Jen Lindley hissed to herself. * Fucking
cheerleading uniform. * She tried to kick McCreary in the nuts, but
her feet and legs were going sideways instead of forward. The strong,
naked muscles were prying her short, supple legs apart, and tearing at
her cheerleading skirt and the panties beneath. "RAPE!!!" she
managed to howl before another dizzying blow crushed the sound out of
her bloody mouth. Her cries bounced off the tiled walls and died
right there in the boys' ears.
"You heard the cunt," McCreary spit in Jen's face, dangling
her shredded panties in her bawling face. "Do it!"
The sweaty, muscular bodies shook Jen's tiny body in bestial
laughter. Two rough hands parted the petals of her tender twat, and
she could only gasp and howl as they spread and stretched her pussy
lips to fit even more scratching fingers.
"Stop it!" Jack now threw himself at the boys, but McCreary
threw a headlock around him and bulldogged him to the floor. In
another second, McCreary had Jack on his back, his head pinned to the
floor.
"I want the cunt to watch this," McCreary hissed. "I want her
to watch her little fairy friend in action." McCreary began beating
his thick, white prick against Jack's sobbing cheeks and lips. "This
is what you like, isn't it, Jacqueline? Isn't it?"
"Fuck you," Jack managed to hiss before McCreary reared back
and power-fucked his thick dick between the gay teen's helpless lips.
* Noooo, * Jack gurgled to himself as McCreary burrowed his meat deep
into Jack's mouth. * Not him. Not this way. Noooo .. *
"How's that feel, Jacqueline?" McCreary mocked the gay teen as
he struggled to manage the thick dick that pistoned between his aching
jaws. Although he had come out of the closet months ago, Jack McPhee
had yet to have a real homosexual experience with a boy or man before.
He had dreamed of sucking his first cock ever since admitting to
himself was gay the previous spring.
Even before that, the idea of going down on another man had
fluttered just beyond the reach of his adolescent sexual fantasies and
daydreams. Before coming out, such thoughts always just involved
other boys or men standing alongside him as he made love to beautiful
girls like Joey Potter. His favorite fantasy had involved watching
the other man stroke his hard cock while Jack fucked the girl. It
hadn't seemed weird to him at the time that he never even thought of
the girl once the man entered his fantasy. Later, after admitting to
himself that he was gay, Jack's fantasies eliminated the girl, and got
down to his true desires - naked, muscular men with hard unrelenting
cocks power-fucking every hole in his hungry teenage body.
But this was not fantasy, this was reality, and the reality
was male rape. "Stop .. please stop .." Jen's cries blubbered over
the slick, sloshing popping sound of the boy's beefy prick as it
slurped in and out of Jack's mouth. Jack was amazed at how naturally
his lips molded over the skin of the thick shaft of skin. The
sensation was much like have a gristly sausage rammed back and forth
between his jaws. The long hard tube pressed down on his tongue til
he thought he might gag, but he didn't. He just opened wider and took
the fat stalk deeper and deeper until the mushroom-shaped head butted
against the back of his throat.
Then Jack McPhee did gag. He didn't just gag, he hurled,
puking up acidic spit that burned his taste buds as it rifled up from
his guts and spewed out his throat. "That's it, bitch," McCreary spit
down at Jack's bleary eyes while he pushed at the back of Jack's head
and slammed his hips forward. When Jack's nose hit the bottom of the
boy's belly, he could feel McCreary's balls bounce up and slap the
bottom of his chin. "Choke on that pork, you cocksucking queer."
McCreary hissed at Jack as he shoved every last inch into the gay
teen's virgin throat and held it there.
"You're the queer!" Jen bawled at McCreary.
"I'm not the one sucking, cunt," McCreary laughed. "Look at
your little faggot friend suck. He likes it, don't you, Jacqueline
.?"
"Uggghhll," Jack gurgled as the boy's fat cock blasted open
his windpipe like a plumber's snake. In and out, in and out - every
stroke seeming to tear open Jack's throat to a wider circumference.
He no was longer even resisting the brutal choke-fuck. He went as
limp as an inflatable blow-up doll, his nose smacking the bully's
sweaty stomach, his jaws slack and helpless. It didn't even occur to
him to bite down and end the throat rape.
The taste of his first hard cock seeped through Jack McPhee's
body and intoxicated him like the first time he'd shot-gunned a beer
with Pacey. The sensations were almost identical. With the beer,
he'd poked a hole in the bottom of the can, and the cold brew just
plummeted down his throat, giving him no choice but to swallow. Mark
McCreary's thick, kelbase-sized dick also afforded no chance to
reconsider, and like the sudden rush of beer, it too flooded his every
sense and overloaded each nerve ending.
Jack's whole body was numb and drunk with the overpowering
manhood of Mark McCreary. Jack McPhee ceased to be, and what remained
was only a shell of the terrified teen -- a pair of lips, a
constricting throat, a ravaged windpipe, a heaving stomach, a sissy
cock slot.
"Hey, Marko, queer boy's all hard and shit," one of the other
boy's observed.
"YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!" McCreary bellowed as he tore his dick
out of Jack's wheezing mouth and pointed the piss hole in Jack's eye.
"Jesus, you're sick, you fucking pervert!"
"You're the pervert!" Jen shrieked as she was forced onto the
ground next to Jack. McCreary stepped on the small girl's tits until
she thought he was going to crack her rib cage.
"Stand up and turn around sissy," McCreary kicked at Jack with
his other leg. "Your queer faggot face makes me want to puke." He
kicked Jack again. "I said stand up and turn around."
All the boys laughed at Jack as they molested Jen. Their
hands tore at her tender pussy lips. Their teeth gnawed on her firm
pink nipples. Their fingers pried open her soft tight ass-cheeks. A
loaded arsenal of hard, teenage cocks rubbed against her bawling mouth
and tear-stained cheeks.
Someone held her head and made Jen watch as Jack obeyed
McCreary. The gay boy slowly staggered to his feet and turned around.
Jen tried to close her eyes and block out the impending horror, but
McCreary caught her. He put more weight on her chest with his heavy
foot while wrapping his hands around Jack's throat and squeezing the
breathe out of the smaller boy. "You're going to watch this, cunt, or
I'm going to break this faggot's fucking neck," McCreary spat down at
her. Jen had no choice. Through the blur of her tears, she looked up
watched McCreary kick open Jack's legs even wider. "Bend over and
grab your ankles, bitch," he shook Jack's throat until the weaker boy
complied.
Jen watched Jack bend at the waist, reach down and grab his
ankles. In this totally vulnerable position, she saw her friend bite
his lip and wince, preparing for the assault he knew was coming.
McCreary smirked at Jen and waved his dick around proudly. The other
boys cheered. Mccreary's cock was legendary in the locker room. It
was huge, hard and always enraged, no less than nine inches long and
thicker than a banana. The bloated head was bigger than a golf ball,
and when the bully pushed it up against Jack's virgin asshole the gay
teen gasped.
"You want it, don't you, Jacqueline ..?" McCreary slapped
Jack's ass with one hand, while grabbing at his hair with the other.
"Don't you ..?" Jack's head gave an almost imperceptible nod. Jen
started crying again. "I didn't catch that, Jacqueline," McCreary
yanked at Jack's hair and snapped his neck back. "What did you say?
Everyone wants to hear it."
"Y..yes," Jack bawled. "Yes, goddam it, yes."
"Yes, what?" McCreary baited him, tugging his head back
further.
"Yes, I want it .." Jack blubbered.
"You want my dick up your ass?" McCreary kept at it.
"Yes .." Jack mewled.
"Say it. Tell everyone here - especially your cunt friend -
what you want." He shook Jack's head until Jen thought he might snap
it off. "TELL THEM!"
"I want you to fuck my ass," Jack howled desperately.
"You ever been fucked up the ass before, boy?" McCreary
affected a southernish Deliverance-type accent.
"No," Jack sobbed.
"So, I'm gonna rape me a cherry little faggot, ain't I ..?"
"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!" Jen screeched.
"Get some dicks in that cunt's mouth, and shut her the fuck
UP!" McCreary snapped at the boys mauling her and stepped down on her
ribs again.
"Go to hell, you fucking b.." Jen's curse was cut off by the
assault of two hard cocks plunging between her lips. "Ufffgghh .."
she grunted as they stretched open her bloody mouth.
"You bite those dicks, and I'll break his fucking neck,"
McCreary threatened her, pressing his foot down so hard she heard a
crack. "You got me, cunt?"
"Ygghhll," she nodded, her eyes crazed with terror, her chest
wracked with pain, and her mouth gorged with stiff, slick dickmeat.
"Now, you're going to jack off his faggot cock while I pop his
queer-ass cherry," McCreary stepped off her chest. He let Jen gasp
for air before he grabbed her short blonde hair and yanked her head
and torso into a sitting position. The cocks slipped out of her
sobbing mouth, but only for an instant before the boys pried open her
slack jaws again and reinserted their sweaty cock-shafts. "Grab his
dick, cunt!" McCreary ordered, grabbing her hand and thrusting it up
to where Jack's five inch dick jutted out from above his balls.
Jen tried to pull her hand away, but she wasn't strong enough
to fight off McCreary's domination. In seconds, her thin, tiny hand
was grasping Jack's hard dick stalk. Through her tears, she saw the
shame and lust struggling in Jack's eyes. His lips silently mouthed
the word "please" over and over again as he waited to be taken and
brutalized by the bully's huge cock.
* Oh, my God .. * the realization finally hit Jen. * Jack
wants this. Jack wants to be raped. * The thought horrified Jen
Lindley until she considered her friend's point of view. Jack was
like one of those 'good little virgin girls' who wanted it so bad, yet
they had no way to 'get any' without selling out their so-called
morals and becoming a slut. Jack 'wanted it,' too, only he couldn't
very well start hitting on boys in school, none of which would EVER
admit they were gay. Like the 'good girls,' Jack's only hope for
release and satiation was to be 'forced' into sex. * God, how lonely
he must be .. * she wept to herself. * I never knew. Oh, Jack, I am
so sorry .. *
"Please .." Jack whispered.
Jen stroked his proud, five-inch prick with all the love and
compassion she could muster. She couldn't help but shudder and
flinch, though, as she saw Mark McCreary begin plowing his hard,
thick, nine-inch cock between Jack's tight, muscular ass.
"OOOOOOOWWWHHH!" Jack grunted and huffed with every quarter
inch that sank in.
"FUCKING QUEER!" McCreary jabbed his dick into the smaller
boy's ass-pipe, ripping the unlubricated flesh into bloody strips of
pain and pleasure. "How's that feel, faggot? How does it feel to get
your ass fucked and your dick jacked off, you fucking homo."
"Fuck the homo!" the boys hollered as McCreary plowed away.
"Fuck the queer. Fuck his faggot ass! You show him, Marko. Show him
we don't want no fucking sissies on the football team."
"ooooo," Jack whimpered as McCreary's cock bottomed out at the
tip if his colon. His cock reared back in Jen's hand, and she could
feel his balls pulsing with pent-up energy. Jen knew that feeling.
The gay boy was about to cum with the bully's dick pulverizing his
ass. Jack tensed in her grip, his muscular ass seizing up on
McCreary's cock and clenching down.
"No, you fucking faggot .. NOOO!" McCreary howled.
Frantically, he tried to pull out of Jack's shit-cute. But the gay
boy's sphincter was now clamped down like a vise, milking the bully's
hard dick until he could do nothing but bend over, relax and let the
spunk spurt into Jack's thirsty asshole.
Jen couldn't help but giggle when she saw the terror on
McCreary's face. Jack's cock spewed now, too, coating Jen's hand and
forearm with his sticky seed. The boys fucking her mouth must have
been excited by the unexpected turn of events, too, because they each
let loose a little yelp before firing their loads into Jen's sucking
throat. Then, just as quickly as they had invaded her, they withdrew
their slick stiff cocks. They plopped out from between her lips and
slid across her chin and cheeks, strings of cum and spit trailing from
their flared piss-holes to her quivering lips.
Almost simultaneously, the hands and fingers molesting her
pussy and ass all stopped mid-rape, too. Jen looked into the boys'
faces and laughed out loud at their terrified expressions. Mark
McCreary was going all the way with Jack. Their big-dicked hero was
spurting his manly seed in Jack McPhee's sissy asshole, and they had
all watched the "perverted act" with hungry eyes, stroking hands and
hard dicks. No one was saying the words "faggot" or "queer" anymore.
Instead, their lips were frozen and white, their various appendages
going weak and limp.
In seconds, the boys climbed off Jen and hurriedly backed off
from the scene, trying their best to tear their eyes away from the
nauseating fascination they had all shared. McCreary had collapsed on
Jack now, and was slowly and gently fucking the gay teen with a tender
yet firm passion. Both rapist and victim were grunting in unison now,
their naked, masculine bodies bound together like predator and prey,
kicking in the dust. Jen backed away from them and sat on one of the
benches. As she watched the two boys fuck, she started strumming her
irritated clit.
Her own rape had worked her up, too, but all she had to show
for it was a mouth full of cum, bruised tits, a yawning asshole and a
wet unsated pussy. * Fuck, * she laughed to herself. * You gay boys
have ALL the fun. *