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The taming of Frankie.

Frankie was a cocky little fuck.   When he was younger, he was the best looking guy at school and all around athletic.  But over the summer, something had happened.  His friends continued to grow putting on both height and muscle, but Frankie stayed small, petite even.  He added no height, no weight, no hair on his chest, and, even his penis remained the same pathetic size it had been the year before.  He was still pretty, no doubt, but he was no longer a specimen of developing manhood.  While his friends matured, he remained a boy.

The problem with being a boy and having a Man’s mouth and attitude is that you set yourself up to be taken down.  And that was exactly what the other boys had in mind.  Jared, the largest and biggest of the group now, had always disliked Frankie’s attitude.  Despite his big mouth and natural charm, neither Frankie nor any of the other boys had done anything with the girls at school.  Hand jobs were one thing, but the girls weren’t ready to put out.  Jared decided it was time to change all that at Frankie’s expense.

Frankie was invited over that evening to “hang out” with Jared and a couple of the other boys.  When he got there, the boys immediately started feeding Frankie cold beers.  His smaller frame and body mass meant he would get drunk faster than the other boys.  This was exactly what they had in mind. After sometime, and Jared’s insistence that the boys shed more and more of their clothes, the time was right.  Frankie was just drunk enough to drop his defenses but still alert enough to “perform”.  They wanted him aware of what they were about to do to him.  It was part of the lesson he was to learn.

“Hey, Frankie, you know you have a body like a girl,” Jared finally said taunting the formerly top dog in their group as he rubbed his much larger hands over his more muscular larger chest.  “Fuck you, look at this body,” Frankie said flexing and posing for the boys.  “Yep, not a stitch of hair, tiny waist, and a camel toe where a dick should be.  Just like a girl.”  Jared was hitting fast and hard against Frankie’s insecurities over his lack of development.  Frankie looked down.  He didn’t have a camel toe, but he didn’t sport the bulge that his buddies had either.  ‘Fuck you,” Frankie said getting immediately defensive.  “I’d rather fuck you since you look like a little girl,” Jared came back.  “Fag,” Frankie said.  With that insult the other boys jumped into action grabbing Frankie and immobilizing his arms while forcing him to his knees.  

“A fag is a guy that sucks dick and takes it up the ass,” Jared said towering over the now prostrate boy.  “That’s what you’re going to be doing.”   Frankie demanded to be let up threatening to kick the other boy’s asses.  It was an idle threat; everyone knew it, even Frankie.  Jared unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard thick cock.  Frankie looked at it.  It was much bigger than his even soft.  Life was unfair.  He should have the big cock, not Jared. He deserved to be swinging it around making the other boys jealous.   Jared intuitively knew was Frankie was thinking.  “You are going to get this cock alright, just not the way you want it.”  Frankie, looked up at Jared, Jared’s cock now bare inches from his mouth.  

“I’ll bite it off,” Frankie said defiantly.  A crushing blow from Jared to Frankie’s solar plexus shut the boy up immediately.   “If I feel any teeth, I’ll personally beat them out of your jaw with my fists.”  Frankie continued to gasp from the hard punch that had knocked the wind out of him.   “Now, suck it.”  Frankie closed his mouth refusing to take his tormentor’s cock into his mouth.   Jared grabbed the boy’s head and forcing two fingers into Frankie’s mouth forced it open.  Frankie was not giving in that easy.    He clamped his mouth shut again.  “It’s going in one hole or the other.” Jared said losing patience with the obstinate little bastard.  Frankie would not budge.  Jared went behind Frankie.  “Take him down to the floor.”  

The other boys forced Frankie’s chest to the floor pinning him there with a knee to his back.   Jared sat on Frankie’s legs to immobilize them and putting both hands in the waist of Frankie’s jeans pulled his jeans and underwear down in one quick thrust.  His ass was just as smooth as his chest.  “NO!” Frankie screamed.   Jared ignored the boy’s protests and forcibly spread Frankie’s butt cheeks apart.  Jared knew it didn’t look like a pussy, but he knew it would feel as good as one. After all, a warm hole is a warm hole. 

“Please, no!” Frankie said again, his voice getting high pitched.  The boy sounded like he was about to break out in tears.   Jared let a huge wad of his spit escape his mouth and land on the boy’s pink rosette of a hole.   The feel of the warm spit running down his crack and over his hole was too much for Frankie.  “I’ll do it, I”ll do it,” he screamed.  “You’ll do what?” Jared said calmly and smoothly.  “I’ll suck your dick,” Frankie said.  

Jared let go of Frankie’s butt cheeks and moved back around to the front of Frankie.  The other boys pulled Frankie back to his knees.  Jared’s cock which had remained out of his jeans was now rock hard at the idea of forcing it into the boy.  Either end didn’t matter to Jared, he knew before the night was over he would have both.  Jared took out his cell phone and said to Frankie, “Beg for it, beg to suck my cock.”   Frankie refused just shaking his head.  He felt the hand of one of the other boys move to his now exposed ass and force a single finger into his hole.  

“Ok! Ok!”   The video on the phone started.   “Please Jared, let me suck your cock.”  “You want to suck my cock?”  “Yes,” Frankie said.  “I don’t know, you don’t seem serious.”  Another quick jab of the finger at his hole caused Frankie to blurt out, “I am, I need to suck your cock, please feed me your cock.”  “Go ahead,” Jared said enjoying the boy’s humiliation..  Frankie, using only his mouth because his arms were still immobilized leaned forward and took Jared’s swollen cock into his mouth.  “That’s a good faggot.  See I told you that you wanted to suck my cock.”  

Frankie hated his tormentors but he knew he had little choice in the matter.  The thick hard spongy cock was foreign to his mouth.  It was also salty and somewhat bitter.  Having no experience with cock before, he didn’t know it but what he was tasting was Jared’s precum leaking into his mouth and further down his throat with each thrust of Jared’s cock in his mouth.  His journey to cum dump had begun.  “If you like my cock, faggot, you’re going to love Brian and Chad’s,” Jared taunted as Frankie did his best to accommodate the thick piece of meat violating his throat and mouth.  Frankie had missed the meaning of those words as he was traumatized by the cock stretching his now sore jaw further and further open.  He would be owned and used not just by Jared, but also by the other boys in the room, repeatedly.

Jared’s cock was just the beginning.  Frankie’s torment would go on and on into the night, each violation captured on the cell phones in positions that looked like Frankie was a cock hound.  That night, Frankie was no longer top dog.  He was bottom in more ways than one.   Despite his agreement to suck cock voluntarily, the boys also took his ass that night. Frankie’s sobbing and pleading were ample reward for their lusty teenage cocks.  Eleven loads of cum in either end were his reward for his cockiness.  Metaphorically, Frankie was now on his knees for the rest of his life.