DAVID 117
“Fuck you!”
“Ah! Bradley…that costs extra.”
Brad squirmed and twisted, trying to extricate his arms from under David’s legs. He tried to kick his legs, but David held his ankles tightly
“You know, Bradley,” David began, “Back in Texas we used to bring our little colts together in late spring and try and guess which one was going to be the biggest stallion someday. They had cute l’il peckers, just like yours.”
“Fuck you!” Brad grunted and groaned. He was disoriented. He was practically upside down. David held his ankles high in the air and knelt over his arms and face. David’s balls rested squarely over Brad’s eyes. Brad twisted his head and snapped his teeth together in a futile effort to find flesh to bite.
“You’re not trying to bite me, are you Bradley?”
“Stop calling me Bradley!!!”
“Oh, sorry. Brad.” David smiled. “Well now, this is unexpected isn’t it? I mean, you were supposed to be the wrestling champion, the master of the ring, and here you are in this terrible predicament.”
“Fuck you, McAllister!”
“Well if we’re going to play the game to the end, I think you know what you have to do.”
“No!”
“Aw, c’mon Bradley. You can’t stay in this position forever.”
“Neither can you!”
“Well now…I have a much more comfortable position. I even have something to sit on.”
“No! Don’t! McAllmmmmpphhh! Mmmphhh!”
“Make yourself useful, Bradley. Lick. Now.”
“Nnnnn!”
“Lick, Bradley.”
“NNnnnnnnnnfkkkkkyuuuu!!!!”
David rested all his weight on Brad’s face. Instantly, Brad stopped struggling. A tongue darted in and out. David rose up an inch. “And don’t even think of biting me Bradley, because if you do your tender vittles are gonna be lunch.” He hoisted Brad’s ankles into the air. Brad’s body straightened, upside down, his pubes directly in front of David’s face. David leaned forward and licked a testicle.
Brad jerked.
David licked again and then took the silken sack in his mouth, wet it thoroughly, and let it slide out, keeping only one ball in his mouth.
“NNnnnnn! O’k! ‘k!” Brad’s tongue danced across the ball sac above his mouth. He licked the back of the scrotum.
“OH! Baby! You didn’t tell me you were good at it!” David swept his genitals across the mouth of the struggling blond. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy. “Ahhhhh. Oh Bradley. Lick it. Lick it everywhere. Yeah!”
Brad suddenly twisted, trying to take advantage of David’s distraction. But David answered the movement with one of his own. He sat down on Brad’s face, squeezed his ankles firmly, and spread his legs wide.
“Can you do the splits, Bradley?”
“Owwww!!!!!”
“Then get to lickin’!” David shifted his rigid meat so that it rested between Brad’s upside down pecs. He bucked his hips gently. He pulled Brad’s body closer. Again, he closed his eyes and threw his head back. “You know Bradley, you need to work on your pecs.”
“MMmmRrbgger thnyors!”
“Hah,” David said. “I say that because I’m gonna have a fine time fuckin’ your pecs like I’m doin’ right now. But next time it’ll feel better if you have more mass and a deeper cleft between them. So when you work on chest at the gym? Thank you. With every rep, think how much I’ll appreciate it. And feel free to flex ‘em like you did just now. God, this feels good. But I’m not gonna cum on ‘em. I think I’ll suck your cock and balls until you squirt your load all over yourself, and then I get my dessert. You said… remember? Loser gets fucked.”
2004