I was in 8th grade, and I just moved. I didn’t switch schools because it was the same town, but it was a new neighborhood. There weren’t many kids on the block. One of the few was a kid named Brandon, one of the most popular kids in our grade. Since I was pretty popular myself, we had some of the same friends, so we ended up in the same group when everyone would go to the movies on weekends, but Brandon didn’t say much. He talked to his friends a lot, but he seemed a bit unfriendly with me and other people he didn’t know. Girls always went crazy over him. Brandon played a lot of sports, and it showed. He didn’t have a bulging six pack or huge biceps, but he had a nice, athletic body. We were both about 5’3”, but Brandon had short, light-blond hair whereas I had longer hair.
I’m not gay, and I don’t think of myself as bisexual, or even bi-curious, but Brandon turned me on sometimes. One day we were playing basketball. I was a shirt and Brandon was a skins. Halfway through the game, I said I had to go because I was starting to get a hard-on. I would have had a hard time hiding it because my dick is slightly above-average for my age (about 5” long hard). Seeing the sweat glistening on Brandon’s tan, muscular body was what gave me a boner. He also turned me on other times; this is just one of them.
One night, I was really, really horny. I had just hung out with my girlfriend. She had let me get to second base, but wouldn’t let be go any farther, and sent me home with a raging hard-on. As I was walking home, I passed Brandon’s house and noticed that I could see him through a window on the first story. Both curious and horny, I strolled to the window to see what was going on. When I looked in, I saw Brandon sitting on the bed with only boxers. There was a tent in his pants, and it looked like his cock was about 6 inches. His hands were behind his head and he was looking at the TV, where a man was having hot sex with a girl. I was standing there, shocked, when Brandon looked out and saw me. I could hear him yelling, calling me a creep, while he jumped up to cover himself. I was still in shock, and I felt like I couldn’t move. Then, all of a sudden, Brandon came over to the window, opened it up and pulled me into his room. He then closed and locked the window and pulled down the blinds.
“What the hell were you doing you little faggot?”, he yelled to me.
I was at a loss for words. I managed to mumble sorry, but that seemed to get him even angrier.
“Damn right you’re sorry you creep. You’re gonna pay for being a stalker”, Brandon yelled.
This got me a little upset, because I knew I wasn’t a stalker, so I said back to him, “I’m not a perv you ass hole”.
This was obviously a mistake on my part, because as soon as Brandon heard me call him an asshole, he grabbed me by the hair and threw me onto his bed. He told me to sit still while he got something. I thought he was going to call the cops, but then Brandon walked in with clothes in his hands.
“Here faggot. These are my sister’s. Put them on”, he said. There was no way I was going to put on those clothes. Brandon’s sister was 11, and he wanted me to put her pink underwear, a trainer’s bra, and a green tank top. When I refused to put them on he shouted again. “Listen you little Bitch. I don’t like creeps like you watching me through windows. You’re gonna get it now. Either put on these clothes or we’ll have a problem”, Brandon said. I knew that if he wanted to, Brandon could beat me up because he boxed and played football. I was also scared that he might call the cops or tell everyone at school, so I did as I was told.
I felt pathetic standing in front of another guy wearing an 11 year old’s clothes. After I got them on, he just stood there and shook his head with a grin on his face.
Then, as if he was talking to a baby, Brandon said “awww, who’s a cute little princess?”.
In a more serious voice he said, “that’s right. You’re my bitch now. You do whatever I want. Now get on your knees”.
I listened to Brandon because I knew he was pretty angry that I was watching him, and I knew that if I didn’t listen he might get violent. I got on my knees and he made me crawl over to him on all fours. First, Brandon stuck his foot in my face. I was surprised because it didn’t have a scent at all. He made me kiss it for a little while too. Then he went and sat down and made me crawl over to him. Before I knew it, Brandon had grabbed me and threw me over his knees. He threw the skirt up above my waist. Without warning, Brandon started spanking me; the only thing between his hand and my ass was his sister’s panties. For an entire minute, Brandon just sat there and spanked me, calling me his bitch and telling me how much of a faggot I am. For some reason I couldn’t get the power to fight back, so I just sat there and let him spank my ass and insult me like I was a baby.
After that, Brandon rolled me off his lap and onto the ground. He stood up and towered over me because I was lying down. This was humiliating. Brandon told me to get back onto me knees. Then he ordered me to pull down his pants and his underwear. I got his pants off and started to pull the underwear down but Brandon told me to stop.
“With your teeth”, he said. “Pull my boxers down with my teeth faggot”. I did. I grabbed on the to the waistband of his boxers and used my teeth to pull them off. He stepped out of them and when I brought me head back up I was starting at his dick. I was right. It was a little bigger than mine.
“Now, since you’re such a faggot, why don’t you be a good little bitch-slave and suck me off?”. I didn’t want to, but I had to. I was in little girl clothes and being told to suck another guy’s dick. I hesitated, so Brandon yelled “come on slut. You know you want it. Take it into your goddamn mouth”. I still couldn’t manage to do it, but without warning Brandon grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth onto his dick. He forced me to wrap my lips around it and he started going in and out of my mouth. As I lathered his dick in saliva, Brandon let out a long moan and started pulling my head in harder and faster.
“Oh, you’re a good cock-sucking bitch, aren’t you”, he said. Brandon’s dick was stuffed into my mouth. I started to gag but he didn’t care. He just continued to shove his 13 year old dick into my mouth. I started to taste his pre-cum, and his moans started getting louder and longer. After a few minutes, I could tell he was about to come. Brandon was groaning and moaning, calling me his cock-sucking princess. All of a sudden I could feel a warm sensation in my mouth. Brandon was shooting his load into me. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to swallow it, but I had no choice. When I tried to spit it out, Brandon told me that I was his bitch, that he owned me now, and that if I didn’t swallow I’d be in trouble. I followed his orders. His jizz was salty, and it felt weird going down my throat. I had to taste it again when Brandon made me clean the cum off his dick. He forced me to lick it like a lollipop until every drop was off. Then Brandon let go of my hair and tossed me to the ground. I lay there, salivia and cum covering my face. Brandon told me to take off my skirt and tank top. Now I was laying in front of him in just a training bra and pink panties. He rolled me over with his foot and spit in my face. I wouldn’t have imagined this in a million years, but it was true. I was his bitch now. He could make me do whatever he wanted and I would have to do it.
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