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Now on with "Defeating The School Jock Chapter 7 The Next Morning
My life was fast changing. It had started the day I witnessed with all the other dads and my son's fellow wrestling teammates taken down but on top of being taken down he was screwed in front of the entire wresting team and fathers.
I couldn't bare to be around my own son. How could he do this to me? I had asked myself so right after the wrestling match I ran from the gym, got in my car and headed home. I went to the basement and hid myself away in shame. I thought of what I would tell my son when he got home. I couldn't think of anything to say to him.
Patrick had finally come home and I was prepare to tell him off but somehow Patrick pulled the situation around and it was me that Patrick took me down in a wrestling match between him and myself. Patrick insisted we wrestle in the buff and he ended up winning. Not only did he win he mounted and fucked me. He did what Joey had done to him at school. Maybe my son wasn't such a looser after all. I began to look up to him as an equal after we wrestled. However that lasted only a short time before he took complete control over me.
That night I was sitting watching tv with my son when the phone rang. Patrick answered it. I could hear him from across the room. "Hello." He said. "Tomorrow morning. Yes. Fine with me. Oh it will be fine with him also. He'll do what I tell him to do. However you took advantage of the situation last week and as you saw today we are evenly matched. I still say you're beneath me, your dad, my dad and every one we know but I'll agree to come over with dad first thing in the morning. Yes I'll bring the things your asking me to bring."
"Who was that Patrick." I said.
"Joey. You better get up to bed your in for a busy day tomorrow George." Patrick said..
I wanted to say something about Patrick saying my first name but I decided not to say anything. I saw the look my son looked at me as if challenging me. I had the funny feeling Patrick was trying to start something but I was far too tired to want to get into Patrick addressing me by my first name. "Your right son I am tired. Goodnight Patrick." I said walking to the stairs and going up stairs to shower and go to bed.
Before we went in the washroom I heard the tv down stairs and knew he was watching tv. He probably was watching the movie. I showered and went to bed. I must have fallen right to sleep the next thing I heard was the alarm clock beside my bed. I got up as quietly as possible dressed in shorts and t-shirt and went down stairs. I would put my sandals that were by the kitchen door on before my son and I left to go to Joey's.
I set the kitchen table and began to make breakfast. No sooner than I had the bacon in the frying pan when I heard the shower running upstairs. Not long after I heard the shower shut off I turned around and saw Patrick entering the kitchen. "Good morning Patrick. I thought we better have a good breakfast before going to Joey's." I said and hoped Patrick would tell me his appreciation for thinking of making breakfast.
"Good thinking." Patrick said.
Patrick sat down and ate the breakfast I put in front of him without saying a word then got up and went into the washroom closing the door behind him.
I washed, dried, put the dishes away and cleaned up the kitchen. When I turned around Patrick was coming out of the washroom. I passed him in the hall on my way to the washroom to go to the washroom, brush my teeth, hair and wash my face and hands. When I came out Patrick was weighting in the hall. "Get the weights George from the basement and bring them out to the car one by one. I'll help." Patrick said.
"Okay Patrick." I said and followed Patrick down the basement stairs. Patrick opened the basement window and with Patrick's help we lifted the weights and pushed them out the open window. When we had all the weights outside I closed the window and followed Patrick outside. Once outside Patrick helped me take the weights from the lawn and put them in the back seat of the car.
"Let's get going." Patrick said once the weights were in the back seat of the car. I got in behind the steering will and Patrick got in the passenger side of the car. "We're going to Jack and Joey's house. Right son." I said.
"Where else would be going with the weights the moon. Yes of coarse we're going to Jack's and Joey's house."
Patrick said starting the engin the same time backing out of the lane way and heading down the street toward Jack's and Joey's house.
I pulled up into Jack's and Joey's lane way and got out. "Help me bring the weights in the house George but be as quiet as possible. We walked up to the side door and Patrick opened the door. "Good Joey unlocked the door earlier for us." Patrick said and we walked in with a couple of weights. He propped the door open and we carried the rest of the weights inside then down the basement. "You can do some working out before Jack and Joey come down stairs. Strip." Patrick said.
"Did you say strip?" I asked. "I hope your kidding? I can't be nude when Jack and Joey show up."
"Yes you can and if you don't hurry the fuck up you'll be black and blue when Joey and his dad come down. I have let you off easy so far." Patrick said grabbing me by my t-shirt pulling me toward him and starred in my eyes. "Strip, and be quick about it."
"No." I said. "You won't beat me with your friend and his dad just upstairs."
"Yes I will." Patrick said and before I could move he made a fist and slugged me in the stomach hard. "Don't you dare question me again and who says Joey is my friend. "I'm just going along with him to train you and his dad."
I was still leaning forward with my hands around my stomach. "Move it ass hole." Patrick said.
I sat down and began to take my sandals off. "Hurry up." Patrick said. "I want you nude when Joey and his dad get down here."
"Yes Patrick I'm trying." I said pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor after I had it off. I stood up, undid my jean shorts, pulled the zipper down, pushed the shorts to the floor and kicked them off with my bare feet. "Okay Patrick."
"Everything George. That means the boxers." Patrick said."
"Okay Patrick." I said.
I want you to pull out the exercise mats from over there." Patrick said and I followed his finger to the other side of the room. "Okay Patrick." I said and turned to walk to the other side of the room. "Stop where you are."
"What for?" I asked.
"I've let you off all morning since you get up calling me Patrick but that's enough you call me Sir or Master from now on when I tell you to. Starting now address me properly." Patrick said.
"Yes Sir." I said. "May I go and get the rugs now Sir." I said.
"Yes go get them ass hole. Your as much an ass hole as Joey." Patrick said.
"Why are you calling him an ass hole Patrick." I said.
Before I had a chance to move Patrick slugged me hard in the gut again and I held my arms over my middle and learned over. "Sir. Can't you remember one fucking thing. Your to call me Sir or Master not Patrick." Patrick said.
"I looked up in his face my arms around my stomach. His face was bright red in anger I thought to myself. "I'm sorry Sir. I'll try to improve." I said.
"Okay now get the rugs and be quick about it George." Patrick said.
"Yes Sir." I said managing to stand up and walked to the far side of the room. I rolled the two mats inside each other and brought them back holding them in my arms. "Here they are sir." I said.
"Lay them down boy." Patrick said. "By the way I will say anything I like about Joey behind his back George and that's that. Besides I'm not afraid to say it to his face either. He is pitiful. He only caught me off guard the first time. He can't even keep his dad under control. I know his father is just going along with him for now. Eventually his dad will put Joey under his thumb where Joey belongs. In fact I'll have Joey under my thumb before I leave today as well I'm going to have a lot of fun with him by the end of the day."
"Patrick. I mean Sir." I said and backed up. "You are joking aren't you Master?"
"No I'm not joking." Patrick said and before could step back Patrick slapped my face hard. "Don't ever question what I say ass hole."
Just then I thought I heard something from upstairs. Then the door opened into the reck room. "Good morning Patrick, George." Joey said.
"It's about time you up pussy." Patrick said.
"Yea I got dad up and over here finally Joey." Joey said.
"I was talking to you." Patrick said looking at Joey as he walked in the room ahead of his dad. "You're the pussy mouth. I'm tired of the games I know you want me to control you. It's written all over you face. joejoe_75202@yahoo.com or joeyts@hotmail.com
End of Chapter Seven.
"I'll help you take them down stairs George." Patrick said. "Try to be as quiet as possible."
I didn't know what to expect next from Joey these days. He had taken my mouth and ass the night before twice. I hat to say it but I had enjoyed his brutalization. He had been more dominant than I had been my entire life. I had never even raised my voice to him before in my life and last night he had vertually called me every name in the book at the top of his voice. Was something the matter with me? I took all my clothes off and tossed them on the close by chair then laid on my bed. I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I remembered was hearing someone entering my room.
"Get up ass hole." I heard faintly and after opening my eyes I saw my son at the end of my bed.
"What's this all about Joey?" I asked.
"Just get up and come with me." Joey said. He was wearing jean shorts and a white T-shirt.
"I'm not wearing anything son."
"I don't recall anything about telling you get dressed. I told you to get out of bed and follow me so that's what I want you to do." Joey said.
"No." I said. I knew if I let my son continue to take control of me I'd be his for life so I had to dig my heals in and refuse.
Suddenly without any warning I felt my face slapped hard.
"Don't you dare refuse me again you fucking homo." Joey said.
"Stop this nonesense." I said and raised my open hand intending on slapping Joey across the face. I had never raised a hand to him before but I just couldn't let him brutalize me.
I didn't get my hand raised when Joey slugged me in my stomach. "Don't you ever raise your hand to me homo."
Joey said.
"Okay Joey lets stop this. What did you want to show me anyway before this all started." I said.
This was getting out of hand and I had to stop it even if it meant letting Joey have the upper hand for now, that is. "Can't I at least put my house coat on." I said.
"Fuck I saw you last night nude. I even screwed you so stop being modest dad." Joey said.
"Alright I'll come with you but at least tell me what this is all about." I said.
"First your going to make me breakfast then I'll decide what to do with you after you clean up the dishes and kitchen. Now get the fuck up." Joey yelled.
I suppose I could have argued with Joey or even jumped up and tried to knock Joey down but I chose to do what Joey told me to do. I didn't want to start something first thing in the morning." That's what I tried to tell myself that is. I got out of bed and followed Joey into the hall. "Can I at least go to the washroom before we go son." I said.
"Be quick about it." Joey said. "I'll stand here."
"Alright." I said turning and going into the washroom and closing the door.
Before I even pulled the toilet seat up the door opened. "Who told you to close the door?"
"No one. Why?" I asked. I was beginning to do my piss dance because I had to go so bad.
"Never close a door again without my permission." Joey said. "Take your dam piss and lets get going."
"Yes." I said turning pulling the toilet seat up, standing over the toilet and letting a stream of piss flow out and into the toilet.
I took a deep breath with relief. I was feeling better by the second. "Oh that feels better." I said.
"Wash your hands and let's get going." Joey said.
I finished pissing and shook the last couple of drips from my penis turned, washed my hands, dried them, turned and went out in the hall. "I'm ready." I said.
Before I could take another step I was surprised to feel a slap on my ass cheek. "Sir you fucking ass hole. The name is Sir or Master. Never address me as Joey or anything else ever again or you'll get much worse than that. Now follow me. " Joey said.
"No. Just follow me. We won't be leaving the house."
Joey said. I followed Joey to the first floor and walked down the hall. I looked out the den window as we passed the den. I saw a car in the lane way. I recognized it from the night Joey had screwed Patrick in the gym. It was the car Patrick's dad had driven away in while I waited for Joey. "Is Patrick here Joey or his dad?" I asked as we headed toward the basement stairs."
"You'll see in a minute, just hurry up and follow me."
Joey said.
The next thing we were out side the basement door. Joey opened the door and pushed me. "Don't just stand there get going down." Joey said.
I looked down to see the basement lights were on before taking my first step down stairs. It was quiet down stairs. I reached the basement. The reck room door was closed. "Where now Joey?" I asked.
"In the reck room ass hole." Joey said. I was put astonished Joey calling me an ass hole but ignored him and opened the reck room door and walked in. I looked around the room not knowing what to expect. I couldn't believe my eyes what I saw at the far side of the room. Patrick's dad, George, was on his hands and knees nude and Patrick was standing behind him. "It's about time Joey." Patrick said. "Dad's getting impatient. Aren't you dad." Patrick said.
"What ever you say son." George said his head bent to the floor.
Patrick circled his father until he was directly in front of him. "What did you say slut? When you talk to me you look at me and you address me the way I taught you at home." Patrick said and I saw Patrick raise his right hand and slap his dad across the face.
It was so hard there was a red hand print left on his face. "Now repeat yourself properly. Show Joey's dad how he should behaving when with Joey and myself."
"What ever you say Sir." George said looking up his eyes glued to Patrick's face.
"Get over beside Joey's dad and on your hands and knees." Joey said looking at me then Patrick and then George.
I hated to admit it but I knew I had no choice but to do what my son said even if it was in front of his new Conrad Patrick. I started to walk toward George when I heard Joey say. "On your hands and knees homo." Joey said.
"Yes Joey." I said looking up at Joey the same time. Then I felt before I saw Joey's hand against my right cheek.
"Sir you ass hole. Didn't you see Patrick's dad addressing Patrick as Sir. Now on your knees and get over beside his dad." Joey said. "I'm tired of telling over and over again to address me as Sir or Master. Now move it ass hole.
"Yes Sir." I said and got down so my hands and knees were touching the floor and began to crawl over to George and turned around so I was facing Joey. "What now Sir?"
"I think they both need a good work out before the gang comes over. They'll be hear in a couple of hours." Patrick said.
"Your right Patrick." Joey said. "Dad, George on your feet and both of you begin jumping jacks until I tell you to stop.
"Yes Sir." I said and heard George answering also. I stood up and jumped in the air.
"Jumping Jacks." Patrick said. "Don't you two know jumping jacks. You begin with both your legs together and your arms beside your sides, jump off the group spreading your legs and raising your arms up until they meet over your heads. Begin, now!"
"Yes Sir." I said. Some time when I wasn't looking Joey must have gone behind me and picked up a leather belt because suddenly I felt the sting of what felt like a thick leather belt against my ass.
"Ready, set, go." Patrick said. I jumped in the air spread my legs raised my hands over my head.
"Who told you to stop ass hole." I heard Patrick say.
I want to see some good jacking jacks for at least five minutes then I heard something wiz through the air and connect with a loud smack.
"That goes for you to bitch." Joey said and I felt the belt strike my ass again. I began the jumping jacks again, raising my arms and spreading my legs the same time, back and forth back and forth. I dare not stop even though I was feeling tired. I felt for sure it was more than five minutes. "Okay you both can stop."
"Thank you son." I said.
"Sir you cunt. You call me Sir." Joey said when I looked at him in his read face.
"Should I Joey?" Patrick said.
"Yes by all means." Joey said and before I could catch my breath from the jumping jacks I felt the belt against my ass cheek again.
"Okay son we're doing what you tell us." George said.
"Now can we stop this game."
"This is no game cunt." I heard Joey from behind me and heard the belt connect once more. At least this time it was against George's ass and not mine. "Tell me you know this is no game cunt."
"Sorry Sir this is no game. I'll behave. I promise just stop hitting me with that belt." George said. I looked over to see tears running down George's face. I thought I would never see George crying. He had been my bully in school and now his son had him groveling on the floor in front of him. I wanted to laugh but just smiled.
"What are you smiling for?" George asked.
"Nothing Sir." I answered.
"Good because your going to start with the weights next. I brought some in and put them on the other side of the room. Go get them." I said.
"Yes sir." I said and went to the other side of the room on my knees and pushed one set of weights to the middle of the room. "What now sir?"
"Stand up and start pumping iron boy." I said.
"Yes Sir." I said knowing I had to do what Joey told me to do or I'd feel the belt against my ass and my ass felt enough pain to last me at least the rest of the day. I know I was being broke fast but I just didn't have the will power to fight back. I picked up the weight and pushed it over my head.
"George get the other weights and do the same as Jack.
Now boy. Don't take all day." Patrick said.
I looked over at George as he rolled the weight over until he was close to myself.
"Get on with it Dad." Patrick said. "I know you can lift those small weights however I want you to compete with Joey's dad. I expect real competition. If I do not get competition then I will whip you until you bleed. If you think I'm joking, just try me."
"I'll do my best." George said.
"Okay dad." Joey said to me get ready to compete with George. You always bragged about being the A-1 gymnast in school now it's time you proved it.
End of Chapter 7 joejoe_75202@yahoo.com or joeyts@hotmail.com