Becoming A Rubgy Bitch, Chapter 4b

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 4b
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Ryder pondered the way he was being treated by Bates and Coach Perry as he started in on Bates' laundry. He could barely keep his hands off himself while he handled the clothes. Just being in Bates' bedroom got him hard. While he had been warned not to get faggy with the laundry, Ryder couldn't help sniffing a dirty sock for a minute, taking in the musty smell of Bates' feet.

After the laundry was started, he moved on to the kitchen. For a house with four guys, the kitchen was surprising clean. A few dirty dishes littered the counters, but aside from that it didn't need more than a wipe down. As Ryder placed the dishes in the sink, one of Bates' roommates came in.

The guy was massive, probably six foot four, two hundred and twenty pounds. His hair was buzzed and his caramel skin glowed. He had pronounced facial features and a wide chest that left Ryder drooling.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Not bad." Ryder said.

"Not much work for you to do. Bates' fags do an awesome job. We probably wouldn't let them in the house otherwise." The guy circled Ryder, eying him up. He gazed at him as if he was a piece of meat, and Ryder could feel the man's eyes pass over every inch of his body. "You don't look like one of Bates' guys though."

Ryder didn't say anything. He didn't have the time or nerve to explain that he'd been give to Bates for the day by Coach Perry.

A huge hand grabbed his ass. "Fuck, boy, that's one fine ass." the man hissed. "Maybe when Adam's done with you we can work something out. You ever had a black dick up in that pussy?"

Ryder shook his head. The man grabbed onto his hand and pushed Ryder's fingers into his crotch. Ryder felt his massive dick throb while a damp heat rose from his crotch. The man's other hand massaged his meaty ass. Thick fingers dug into his crack and searched for his hole. Then suddenly the man broke away. He grabbed his keys and made for the back door. "Someday," he said as he walked out the door.

Ryder continued to clean the kitchen for a half an hour. None of Bates' other roommates came in to bother him. He occasionally heard noises from the living-room. Finally, Bates walked in and glanced around the spotless kitchen. Ryder fell to his knees, only noticing afterward that Bates hadn't told him to do so.

"Nice job fag." he said. "It wasn't much work, but I think a fag should do something to earn his way."

Ryder nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Marshall's hot for your ass. He sent me a text. If you were mine I'd let him tear you up for fifty bucks. Would you like that?" Bates asked.

"Probably." Ryder responded.

"Liar," Bates said. He lunged toward Ryder with his hand out. When Ryder flinched and backed away, Bates laughed at him. "Did you sniff my clothes when you were doing my laundry, fag? Don't lie this time."

"Yes, sir." Ryder said.

"Even though I told you not to get faggy with them."

"Yes, sir."

"Why then?"

"I don't know, sir." The longer Ryder failed to respond, the more he felt ashamed for not immediately telling the truth. Bates' eyes drilled a hole right into his brain. "I couldn't help it, sir. I just did it automatically."

"My underwear or my socks?"

"Your socks."

"Figures." he huffed. "You fags are all the same deep down."

Bates took a step forward. His crotch was inches away from Ryder's face. Ryder tried to maintain eye-contact. He desperately attempted to avoid looking at the lump in Bates' shorts, but he couldn't help it. His eyes slipped away, and he stared at Bates' bulge. Bates grabbed his chin and yanked his face upward. "If you were my fag, I'd beat your ass for that. Lucky for you the Coach told me to go easy."

Bates' grabbed the back of Ryder's head and pulled him forward. As his face approached his cock, Bates could feel Ryder's whole body get weak. He practically had to hold the guy up. He couldn’t' believe how easy it was to get a guy like Ryder under his control. While he loved pussy, he would never degrade himself for it. He certainly wouldn't beg for it like a little girl. The fags, however, were powerless when it came to cock. Show a submissive bitch your dick once or let them get a whiff of the stink rising from your pits, and they would follow you around like a fucking puppy on a leash. The older guys that Bates messed with eventually snapped out of it. They cut and run after he had taken their money and used them for an occasionally throat rape. A guy like Ryder though would be hooked for life. He'd come to love his inner fag and to be proud of being a bitch. As soon as the shame went away, Bates wouldn't have much use for him. He wasn't in it for the blowjobs. He got off on making a guy do things that would leaving him crying himself to sleep when he reflected on what  he'd done. For now, though, he was interested in Ryder. When they were raw like Ryder, torn between the straight fantasy they'd built for themselves and the fag reality, that was when he could have fun.

"You want my dick, fag?" Bates asked.

Ryder said yes.

'Why?" Bates asked.

When Ryder didn't answer, Bates slapped him across the face. He slapped him again and again, every other second, until Ryder finally answered correctly.

"Because I'm a fag, sir."

"Good answer, fag." Bates said. "Will you do anything for my dick?"

"Yes, sir." Ryder hissed.

"Good. Strip down to your underwear and come into the living room in two minutes."

Ryder stripped down in a flash and then waited the two minutes. He was wearing a pair of bright blue American Eagle boxer briefs that made his ass look awesome. His dick tented the front and pulled the fabric to the right. He flexed his muscles a little to pump them up. He knew that Bates wasn't interested in his body, but he wanted to look good nonetheless. When the two minutes were up, he walked into the living room.

Sitting on the couch, with a beer in front of him and the PS3 controller in his hands was his roommate Conor. Bates sat in the chair, still fully dressed, with a big grin on his face. Ryder turned back to the kitchen, but Bates' voice boomed across the room, "Don't. You. Dare."

Ryder's roommate looked at him and then at Bates, "What the fuck is going on, bro?" he said to both of them.

Bates answered. "We're having a little coming out party. Conor, you're a good looking guy, don't you think?"

Conor smiled because it was true. He was black Irish, with closely cut black hair and killer blue eyes. Unlike Bates and Ryder who had  thick bodies that came from playing on the field, Conor had spent his first weeks of college building the perfect gym body. His abs were just starting to poke through and he'd put inches on his chest and arms. He was slowly morphing into a stud, and over the last week Ryder hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of him.

"You ever notice Josh looking at your body, maybe sending a quick glance your way when you get out of the shower?" Bates asked.

"I don't know . . . yeah, I guess maybe a couple of times." Conor said. Bates' grinned.

"Tell him why, Josh." Bates said. When Ryder didn't say anything, Bates grabbed his crotch and added, "You said you'd do anything."

"I . . . uh . . . I think he's hot." Ryder sputtered.

"Fuck, man." Conor said, "I didn't know you were gay. I mean, that's cool and all, but I would have put some clothes on around you."

"He's not just gay, Conor." Bates said slowly. "Tell him Josh. Tell him what you told me."

"I'm . . . uh . . . I'm . . ." Ryder stuttered for at least thirty seconds. His dick was completely flaccid and his skin was burning red.

"It's ok," Bates said before turning to Conor, "He wants to tell you that he's a fag.  A total slave to man-dick. He probably sniffs your gym clothes when you're gone and lays in your bed to beat off. He'd crawl across cut glass just to get a taste of your cock. Have you done those things, fag?"

"Um . ." Ryder looked at Conor. He was so hot, so completely fucking beautiful. Ryder had told himself that Conor was off limits and did everything he could to avoid fantasizing about the guy. But he was weak. "I, uh, might have jerked off in your bed this morning."

"Jesus, man." Conor said. He was totally unaware of the world that Bates and Ryder lived in and was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry bro, Coach Perry and I are getting him under control. He just needs some training and discipline." Bates said, "Get on your knees, fag."

Ryder dropped to his knees. Conor looked on having long since forgotten about the video game. It was like watching a train wreck; he couldn't look away.

"Come here." Bates said patting the inside of his thigh.

Ryder crawled over to Bates. When he got close, Bates pulled his head into his crotch. He turned to Conor, "I'd offer you his mouth, bro, but I'm not supposed to introduce him to new guys yet."

Bates held Ryder's face against his ripe crotch, moving him around and mashing his nose against his muscular thighs.

"He actually likes this?" Conor asked.

Bates leaned forward and grabbed onto the back of Ryder's underwear. He pulled Ryder onto his back so that his crotch was facing Conor, The sudden movement caused the fabric to tear, and with a hard yank Bates ripped the underwear off. Ryder's cock was hard and bouncing with his heart beat.

"He loves it." Bates said with a laugh. "I had him do my laundry today, and even though I told him not to get faggy with it, he sniffed my socks anyway."

"What's he want with your socks?" Conor asked.

"It's a fag thing." Bates said. "Be careful with your gear around him. He'll root around in it like a pig in shit, bro."

Conor's dick was hard, and he casually grabbed it. "You see the potential, don't you?" Bates said. "You might be able to work out a deal with Coach Perry to use Ryder when he's not busy, or I could teach you to get a fag of your own. It's easy, man. Too easy."

Conor stared at Ryder while Bates' pushed him away from his crotch. As soon as he could, he lifted his foot and put it against Ryder's chest. He pushed him to the ground and shoved the dirty rubber sole against his face.

"Lick the bottom of my shoe, fag."

Ryder started to lick. Bates waited a few minutes before putting the other shoe against Ryder's cheek. Ryder went to work on that one too. When Bates was satisfied, he told Ryder to take his shoes off.

"From now on the only time you sniff my socks is when they're on my feet. Got it fag?"

"Yes sir," Ryder mumbled with a face full of Bates' rank gym sock.

Bates' socks were damp from sweat and stunk like the inside of an old shoe. Ryder huffed the smell as he sucked on the fabric. He kept trying to suck on Bates' toes, but Bates moved them away.

"This is the life, bro." Bates said to Conor. "Fucking around with a jock bitch is such a power trip. It gets me hard."

"He'll even suck your cock?" Conor asked.

"Are you kidding me? He'd fucking die to suck my cock." Bates said. "He'll do anything I ask. Watch."

Bates stood up and dropped his shorts. Ryder kept going for his feet, but Bates kicked him away. He yanked his shirt off too and stood there in a pair of white briefs. The front bulged out and the pouch was loaded with his massive balls. He slid open the side of the leg and let his nuts drop out. They hung at least four inches from his body, big swinging bull balls.

"Jesus," Conor said, "That's kind of freaky dude."

"I know," Bates said, "They're fucking huge."

He looked down at Ryder who was still going for his feet. "Show them some respect, fag." he said.

Ryder looked up. Bates stood over him like a tower, impossibly tall and big. His hairy calves and thighs were like tree trunks. His shoulders seemed wider than ever, and his skin was tan and course with dark hair. Bulky muscle gave Bates a thick, masculine body. Between his legs, his nuts hung low and seemed to move with a life of their own. Ryder glanced up at Bates' face. His dark brown eyes glared back down at him, but the affection that was so often present in Coach Perry's eyes was completely missing in Bates.

"I'm actually giving him a chance to lick my balls and he's stunned." Bates' laughed. "Fag, you've got three seconds before I put them away. One . . . two . . "

Ryder jumped up and put his lips on Bates' nuts. He kissed them softly. Deep down, Ryder felt he had an understanding of Bates and the power games he played. Ryder had himself played them with chicks a few times. If he enjoyed himself too much, sucked the big semen filled nuts into his mouth greedily, Bates would take them away and laugh at him. The slower he moved, the more of a chance he would have at Bates' dick. He kissed the left nut and felt it move away under the Bates' hairy scrotum. Bates was one of the few guys Ryder knew who didn't shave his balls. As he chased after each nut, trying to pay it the respect it deserved, the course hair of Bates' crotch scratched against his skin. Suddenly, he felt a hand on the back of his head as Bates held him close while he sat down.

"Keep it up, fag." he hissed, "Show them some love."

He heard the sounds of the PS3 again as Bates and Conor sat back down to play a game. Ryder's heart jumped and then fell. It meant that he was going to get some alone time with Bates' balls, but also meant that Bates was going to ignore him from here on out. Even though most of Bates' attention was sadistic, Ryder liked the connection it provided.

Minutes passed, and the act of licking and sucking Bates' balls  become more normal to Ryder. The more normal it became, the less it turned him on, and he actually started to think about what he was doing. He was on his knees, in front of his roommate, with his face buried in another man's nuts. Saliva and dick sweat coated his face and hair. He smelled like a locker-room. Without Bates humiliating him and moving things on, the stink of Bates' crotch and the taste of his ball sweat became a little disgusting to Ryder. Slowly, the part of his mind that wanted to run gained strength, and he was barely lapping at Bates' balls anymore.

"Getting tired, fag." Bates said as he knocked on Ryder's skull with a fist.

Ryder shook his head no. Conor said, "How long will he go for?"

"A totally broken fag would suck my nuts for days, probably until he starved to death." Bates said, "Josh here is still figuring things out. I'm guessing that about now, he's starting to wonder how much he really enjoys this. Even for a jock bitch, it's not easy to suck nuts in front of another man for the first time."

Bates pulled him out of his crotch by his hair. Cold air blasted his wet face. Ryder's hair was messed up, and his face was shiny with spit. Bates' could smell his own stink rising off of the boy. "You're starting to look like a fag." he said. "You tired of sucking my balls? Be honest."

Ryder looked down at the floor. He started to say something but couldn't formulate how he felt.

"See, Conor, he's still a little conflicted." Bates said, "You weren't conflicted when you crawled into your roommate's bed and beat your meat, were you?"

"No sir," Ryder said. He did everything he could to avoid glancing at Conor.

"Maybe you just need a break. Go up to my room and wait for me. It'll be a couple of hours. Don't touch anything, especially not yourself." Bates said.

Ryder went upstairs. By the time he got up there, his dick was hard again. The sun had set, and he was a little hungry. Initially he considered just leaving. He could sneak down the back stairs and be out of the house without Bates' noticing. Coach Perry would be pissed, but Ryder could walk away from him too. In the end, Ryder held all of the cards. If Perry was an asshole about Ryder cutting things off, Ryder could report him. A million thoughts ran through his head, but slowly, the old itch started to grow again.

He was in Bates' bedroom - a fucking den of masculinity. Condoms littered the dresser, fifteen pairs of kicks were lined up against the walls, and old clothes were on the floor. None of it was all that different from the room that Ryder and Conor shared, but it made Ryder hard anyway. He was in Adam Bates' bedroom, and his dick throbbed as he thought about what might happen next. For the next two hours, it was nearly impossible to keep his hands off himself and Bates' things. His dick leaked precum into his briefs as he sat at the desk.

Finally the door opened. Bates walked in and took a quick look at the wet spot on the front of Ryder's crotch, "Looks like you remembered who you are while you were up here." he said, "I was kind of hoping you'd run. Then I could have really fucked you up."

Bates quickly stripped down. He tossed his briefs to Ryder. "I'm going to shower, you can play with those while I'm gone."

Bates walked out, and Ryder instantly brought the briefs to his face. They were still warm and musky. He sniffed them, and his dick throbbed. He rubbed the fabric against his face and then down over his chest. Finally, he worked his own hard cock with the material that had been touching Bates' dick just a few moments before. His precum oozed out onto the fabric.

Too quickly, Bates returned. He was completely naked. His furry chest was still wet and his pubes were damp. Ryder had seen Bates naked a hundred times before, but this time, he was able to stare without worrying about being noticed. He studied the thick, flaccid cock and the thatch of pubes that surrounded it.

"Playtime is over, fag." Bates said, "I've got a girl coming over. Get me hard and ready to go."

Ryder stared at him, unsure what he was supposed to do.

"This is your chance, fag." Bates growled. "Fucking suck my dick."

Bates stepped forward and shoved his flaccid cock into Ryder's face. Ryder quickly opened his mouth and took it in. He sucked it gently and waited for it to harden. Bates had his eyes closed and was playing with his nipples. He needed to get pumped up before his chick came over, otherwise he'd take out his pent up aggression on her. Then he'd have to find a new chick willing to come over on a moment's notice to swing from his dick, and that would be no easy task.

As soon as his dick was hard enough, Bates began to fuck Ryder's throat. He hurled curse words at the kid as he gagged on his eight and a half inch rod. "Fucking take that cock, fag. Fucking open up your throat and let me fuck you like the jock bitch you are." Ryder was immensely turned on by being demeaned - yet another thing he would feel guilty about later that night.

Bates' phone buzzed, and he pulled his dick out of Ryder's mouth. He quickly pulled on his jeans and then slid open the closet door behind Ryder. He motioned for Ryder to stand and then shoved him inside.

"Special treat for you fag," Bates said. "I thought I'd let you watch me bang a chick."

Ryder stood in the closet and rubbed his hard cock. He was still only wearing his briefs.

"You didn't think that I'd waste my load on a fag, did you?" Bates asked.

"No sir." Ryder responded.

He knelt down on a pile of clothes and tried not to look too disappointed. Bates slid the closet shut, leaving an inch at the end for Ryder to peak out of. Then, Bates left the room. It felt like an hour passed, but Bates soon returned with a tall blonde girl. Ryder had seen her around and knew she had a reputation of being a slut. Two weeks ago, she was on his list of girls to fuck in his freshman year. Now, he barely even thought about girls. She and Bates made small talk before he directed her to the bed.

For the next hour, Bates and his chick played around in every way imaginable. Bates ate her out and she sucked his dick. He fucked her for a while, and then they went back to oral. Ryder realized that throughout it all, Bates was consciously putting on a show for him. He wanted Ryder to watch him work over the girl. When she sucked his cock, he either turned his back to Ryder, so that he could watch his ass, or he turned straight toward the closet, so that Ryder could see how he held her head down on his big dick. Ryder's dick was hard, but didn't dare jack off. He knew that once he orgasmed, everything would seem a lot less hot.

Bates kept fucking and Ryder watched the sweat run down his back. The stink of sex filled the room. Ryder was oddly turned off by the smell of the girl, which polluted the scene for him. Still, seeing this straight stud doing what straight studs do best kept his dick hard.

Finally, Bates shoved into the girl and collapsed on top of her. His ass muscles contracted and flexed as he pumped out his load. When they were done, they both laughed for a minute, and then Bates rolled off of her. He told her to head for the shower and wait for him there. She strolled out of the room wearing one of his t-shirts.

Bates slid open the closet door. "Like what you saw, fag?"

"Yes sir," Ryder said quickly.

Bates slid the condom off of his dick. He was still rock hard and his cock bounced up and down. It was slimy with the remnants of his load. "You want a taste?"

Ryder's heart pounded. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and at the same time he was insanely nervous."

"Yes sir." he whispered, "Please."

"Tell me you're a jock bitch." Bates said.

"I'm a jock bitch." Ryder said quickly.

"You live to serve real men." Bates added.

"Please sir, I'm a jock bitch who lives to serve real men." Ryder said.

Bates' cock started to soften and a drop of cum collected at the tip. Ryder leaned forward with his mouth open. The action was automatic, he did it without thinking.

"Fuck! I've gotten you worked up, huh? A few hours ago I was worried you were going to run." Bates said, "You know, I don't think you deserve it."

He turned away from the closet door. A low, guttural moan came out of Ryder. He sounded like a wounded animal. Bates turned around. He had a massive smile on his face. He'd won a total and complete victory over the fag slut. He might belong to Perry, but if the Coach ever let him go, Bates now knew that Ryder would come crawling to his door.

"Alright." Bates said, "Just be quick."

Ryder sucked the soft cock into his mouth and licked it clean. The smell of latex was overpowering, but the taste of cum was still there. When Ryder looked up at Bates, Bates slapped him lightly on the side of the face. "You're kind of pathetic, you know that?" He didn't wait for a response, but spit on Ryder instead. Then he took the condom, still in his hand, and turned it inside out.

As soon as Ryder saw this, he opened his mouth wide. Bates placed the cum filled rubber on his tongue and finished turning it. His load, still hot and chunky, spilled onto Ryder's tongue. Ryder swished it around and then swallowed it. Then he sucked on the condom, trying to get every last drop.

Bates had his phone out and was snapping pictures. Ryder no longer cared. There were so many photos of him being a cock whore. His own roommate had seen him making out with Bates' bull balls. If he ever tried to deny any of it, there was plenty of evidence. Any new pictures were just icing on the cake.

After about ten seconds Bates pulled the condom away. "You did the coach proud today, fag." he said, "You're not my normal pathetic, groveling fag, but you give better head and I like humiliating you way more. You've got so much more to loose. Now get the fuck out of my house, and be sure to say hi to your roommate for me."

Bates walked toward the shower and the fine pussy that waited for him. Ryder's heart pounded as he thought about looking Conor in the eye when he got home. He was halfway to his dorm when he realized that he never even got to cum.