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I only ask that there be no editing of the story or removal of authors name and email address. -------------------------------------------------------- Turned Out - Part I (gay, nc, v) by mm2699 (mm2699@yahoo.com) *** A cocky jock gets taught a lesson. *** DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, and all the characters are fictional and any resemblance to anybody else is coincidental. Do not read this story if it is illegal where you live. This is a story about violent gay sex. The first punch clocked him square in the jaw and sent him to the ground. His mind was reeling; he knew he was in trouble. He tried to turn over and get to his feet but it was already too late, Dave had pounced on his back. "Wow," Trevor thought, this was all happening in slow motion. 'This has to be a crazy dream' he thought. "Dave, stop bro, I'm sorry. I have some money in my wallet. You can take it." he tried to get the words out of his mouth with as much contrition as he could muster. Kind of hard to do with a bust lip but he made a go of it. "You see that's the problem with stupid cunts like you Trevor, you always think you can buy your way out of stuff." He said as he rained punches from left and right on he prone boys back. "Well that's not happening tonight." It had all started off hours ago as a joke, it didn't seem all that funny to Trevor Pierce now. What was supposed to be a humiliating crack at Dave had ended up with Trevor on his belly trying to avoid getting punched in the face again. Dave was pissed and he was going to punish Trevor and he was going to use his favorite weapon, his cock. To understand Dave's anger, you have to realize Trevor is that arrogant pretty boy type who can eat a small animal and not gain a pound. He had always been like that and now as a sophomore at college weighing in at 158 lbs with a 29"waist all on a 5'9 frame, he was every collage girls wet dream. He was built for endurance and he had the reputation to prove it. His long slim legs had held many a mousy girl in place while he sank his respectable 6" cock into her. Respectable because although his dick would never win any competitions for length, it could always be counted on for load after load of hot boy spooge. Dave had hated Trevor the moment he laid eyes on him. In his eyes the kid was a brat who had never had a belt taken to his ass. The kid thought he was better than everybody else. He was much too clever though to let the kid know that he hated his guts but he had always known that one day somehow, he would get a even with him. Dave's cock was not gentle or patient. It was demanding and insatiable, always looking for new territory to mark. Like a proud lion, he had cast a wide net of territory that he had marked, some boys he had simply pissed on others he had marked permanently with a tattoo or a bite mark after numerous rough rape sessions. Once he had fucked a boy, he would systematically break their will until they were reduced to a withering mess, always whining and begging for his dick like a love sick puppy. It was then that he would get tired of them and want to search for new prey. As he worked to subdue Trevor, he knew that this was going to be fun. He ripped the belt from the kid's cargo pants and used it to tie his hands behind his back. He quickly reached down and gave the struggling kids now hard cock a good squeeze. 'Nice', he thought. He then slipped his belt off his pants and looped it around Trev's neck. "Yeah. There you go puppy. Get used to my belt," he mocked as he tightened the belt and the kid took a deep breath to get air into his lungs. Already he could feel his big 8" cock flexing in his jeans eager to begin the session. It was a good thing he told himself that somehow he had found the self-control not to jerk off for the past four days. It was longer that he could ever remember going in a for quite a while. 'Damn' he thought, 'its like my cock knew it would be getting some action soon and wanted to be primed.' It had been stiff all day long and he had long since given up trying to stop the now constant ooze of pre cum that was coming dripping out of his penis. It had all began a couple of hours ago at a party held on the edge of town by some kids from school who had just moved out of the dorms and into this huge house. Word about the party had spread through the dorms like wild fire and everybody was psyched about what was sure to be one of the best parties of the semester. It was a college football weekend. The Wolfpack had beaten Eagles and their season was off to a great start. Dave and Trevor were both sophomores at State U. Trevor had got in on a swimming scholarship and was the golden boy of the swim team. Dave's folks had taken out a second mortgage on their home to help pay for his tuition and he also worked two jobs to make ends meet. They were more alike though than either would have cared to admit, both wanting to be top dog in whatever they did. To bad though this school was only big enough for one big dog and Dave knew it was going to be him. The party was in full swing. Drugs, loose women, horny boys and plenty of kegs. As was the case with most parties like this, various cliques and pairings had already formed. The pretty boys in one corner...there was Trevor...'what an asshole' the pretty girls in the other checking out guys and then everybody else in some loose pairings. Over by one of the kegs were the punks with Dave square in the middle, yuckking it up with the boys. Who invited these guys anyway? He would steal a glance over at his nemesis who he could see had some skinny girl pinned in a corner with his tongue half way down her throat and his finger in her panties relentlessly probing her now moist cunt. He had walked by and heard him talking nasty to her, calling her names. It was like the kid was always trying to show off how obnoxious he could be, calling the girl a silly little whore just loud enough for Dave to hear and then looking over his shoulder at him all the while holding the girl in place with his now wet finger. He always did shit like that, trying to impress Dave. Trevor knew Dave from the dorms, they had had an unspoken rivalry and he did not even know why. He liked to show him that he was not welcome at State U. There by some mistake and that he would feel more comfortable at Bartending School or mowing lawns. There were always kids like David Andersen wherever he went. He could see the envy in their eyes, as they looked at his DKNY shirts or Kenneth Cole shoes...losers. That's what they were losers. Dave didn't even know when it happened or what finally pushed him over the edge but something snapped in him. Later after it was all over, he would realize that it must have been the musky scent coming out of the girl's pussy as Trevor held her there. Why should that push him over the edge? He didn't even know nor did he want to spend two hours and four hundred dollars on some shrinks couch trying to get in touch with his feminine side figuring it out. To him, the kid just had no business trying to act like a man with that silly girl. It was all an act; the kid was nothing more than a punk jock waiting to be broken. He had waited long enough...In that moment, he made up his mind. The first part of Trevor's training would come tonight. He was going to turn him out. "What are you looking at Andersen..?" Trevor said. To him the voice sounded like it was coming from many miles away. As he slowly came out of his reverie, he heard the voice again, this time with all the familiar contempt that he associated with the speaker. "I said what are you gawking at ya looser?" End of part 1. Ok folks, this is my first attempt to finally write the kind of n/c fiction that I like to read. Thanks to all of you other writers out there and you know who you are, who continue to put out such masterpieces that inspire others like myself to write. I eagerly look forward to hearing any comments you have. Let me know what you think so far and if I should continue. mm2699@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18