A gay sex story: Bedroom Bully
Blind with rage, but completely unable to do a thing about it, I just had to let my Brother and his dickhead bestie James slouch back and use me as a foot rest. They bundled me down, bent me over, and gagged me with tape. I didn’t stand a chance against those stupid Jocks. One of them would just twist my arm and the other would thump me.
They were always picking on me – calling me ‘gay boy’. I was 18 now, and they were still beating me like I was a little kid. Back in school they’d pull my shorts down in front of the girls, or squirt water in my crotch and shout that I’d pissed myself. Our uniform trousers were light grey, and water showed up real dark. There was no hiding it. Of course I tried to fight back, but I’m such a weed. And anyway they’re right – I am a gay boy. And I was crazy in love with my Big Brother and he knew it.
Ben would walk around the house naked just to show me his fine body.
“You looking at my dick again, gay boy?” he’d snap before pounding my arms and legs with his fists.
I couldn’t help but get hard in my pants as he laid in to me, his angry balls bouncing in my eyes. And I was hard right now, bent double with his lordly feet crossed on my neck.
I wished so much he’d just take me. Ben was so handsome and strong and hot, but there wasn’t a chance in Hell of that ever happening. He always had some new girlfriend or other, checking his reflection in the mirror, popping his collars before leaving the house. And as soon as he was gone, I’d rush in his room to sniff his clothes and jerk off. He caught me at it once and hit the fucking roof. Wrapped in his bed sheets, I had the crotch of his dirty boxers stuffed right under my nose. He beat the crap out of me, but man it was worth it. His boxers smell fucking ripe!
Mum usually stepped in to break it up, but this time she was away on business. We had the place to ourselves, and Ben called James for a sleepover: Video games and beers and unregulated bully time with me. I was their plaything and prisoner, and free from the interventions of any adult authority, they took it to new extremes.
It was only lunchtime and they’d already torn most of my clothes off and taped my hands behind my back. James even rolled a sock off his sweaty feet and bunged it in over my tongue before sealing the gag shut. I fucking hated James Stansbury so fucking much. He was absolutely the most insufferable dickhead of them all: Arrogant, overbearing, and so fucking smug. Ben always let James take the lead when they’d gang up on me. Now the bitter rag of his sweaty sock was drying my mouth out.
After a few hours of FIFA 18 the Lads got bored.
“I bet gay boy’s got a dirty little boner about this.” James belched, tossing his controller aside.
A prodding caress on my balls made me jump. It was James, rubbing his toe under the carriage of my briefs.
“You like that gay boy?” he taunted.
I sprung from his loathsome touch, rising to my knees, but the Jocks got straight to it. In no time they had me helpless on my back. Ben held me from above, his arms tight under my shoulders, and James sat heavy on my legs. With nowhere to hide, my pathetic boner pushed a guilty wet patch in the corner of my y-fronts. They guffawed like idiots. I could only blush and lower my eyes in shame as James took pictures on his iphone.
“Putting these straight on facebook…” he grinned, tapping his screen. The phone immediately twinkled with notifications. Laughing emojis and mean comments from all our friends. I groaned from behind my sock gag.
“You love it faggot!” James lit up, “Look how hard you’re getting!”
Then he reached in to rub my bellend through the cotton of my briefs with his finger and thumb. I wriggled to get free, but between them there was no escape. I just had to lie there take it. Why couldn’t Ben rub my dick? I could smell my Brother’s body odour as he held me tighter, and I tried to imagine those were his fingers teasing me. But James wouldn’t stop. He seemed serious about making me cum, and I started to panic. I was still a total virgin. I’d never been touched that way before, and I didn’t want to be taken like this. Not by James. I struggled harder.
“What’s the matter gay boy, you gonna cum?” James gasped in mock surprise.
I just fucking hated him so much! I wanted to scream, but I had his sock in my mouth. Nothing could stop those sweet shivers rising, and at James Stansbury’s command I shot my wet virgin load, soaking my panties. They roared with laughter.
I told myself that I had cum for Ben; that this was a sexual encounter we had shared. But the very next thing he said slapped me down,
“You totally just had sex with James! You’re a real gay boy now!”
Far from denying his own part in the gayness, James seemed delighted, and being keen to hear my puny retort he tore my gag open. I spat his sock out.
“You’re the fucking gay boy, James” I hissed, “Why the fuck are you touching my dick?”
His hands were still all over my glans, and his touch made me shudder in the fading glow of my shameful ejaculation.
“See! You fucking love it! Bet you can’t wait suck my dick!”
“Fuck off!” I panted, writhing in the detestable pleasure of his touch.
“Don’t argue, gay boy,” my Brother added cooly, immediately onboard with the idea.
More bundling. With my arms still cuffed behind my back, the Lads had me just where they wanted. Having whipped off his Adidas shorts and Puma briefs, James got comfortable on our sofa in his claret polo and one remaining sock. He always wore that stupid fucking shirt. Like he had nothing else in his closet. And it stank, all savoury with his pits.
Between his mighty thighs, under a neat crop of blonde pubic hair, his monstrous boner sprung up like a truncheon. Ben held me from behind, keeping me on my knees and forcing my head closer with both hands. James wanked himself in anticipation, letting his foreskin roll back and forth on his shiny bell. His bodily warmth struck me first, and Ben held me steady just long enough to take in the scent of James’ legendary penis as it loomed nearer. It smelled damn good, and I hated myself for liking it. Then James slapped my face with his fat shaft, and they cracked up. He was so pleased with his stupid joke, he repeated it several times. They cracked up the same each time.
“You’ve been dreaming about this for ages…” The Jock smirked.
I’d literally never imagined such an abhorrent thing. Not ever. Ben guided my head into place, and James dripped his salty, arrogant flavours all over my tongue. In spite of my indignation, I wanted to savour this first taste of dick – to take it slow. But I just had to let them bang me like a bitch, and snatch what little pleasure I could. Again James reached for his phone to video the moment. I shut my eyes and pretended I was sucking on my Big Brother’s penis. It didn’t take James long to shoot.
“Swallow it gay boy!” he tried to bark, but came out in a sigh as he surrendered to his mean little climax.
The cum seemed sour and snotty to me, but I swallowed it.