Dave Schuster and the Jealous Husband

Young Dave had finished his workout fairly quickly. He was sweaty, but still clad in the same clothes that he wore when he arrived there, with the exception of the university sweatshirt, which he removed and placed in his locker. He proceeded out of the gym, and down a flight of stairs, towards the locker room, to shower and retrieve his sweatshirt. He opened the door, and entered the locker room. As expected, it was deserted. He proceeded towards his locker, undid the lock, and opened it. Then, he retrieved a small white towel,(no need for beech towels here, Dave never got naked in the locker room after practice, and tonight there was no one else there anyway-or so he thought), he got out his soap dish, shampoo, sat down and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. Then he leaned foreword to untie his sneakers. Then he heard a noise. Someone else was there! Who could it be? “Hello. Is anyone there? Who is it? Look! I know I heard somebody! Look! I’m getting pissed! If you think you are going to scare me, you have another thing coming!” These last words, spoken in defiance, were actually a lie. Dave was starting to get scared.

Dave got up from the bench he was sitting on, and walked around the locker room, in pursuit of the noise he heard. After walking up and down several rows of lockers, he came upon a short, bald, middle aged man, in business clothes, minus a tie. The man didn’t seem threatening. “Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? I don’t remember seeing you here before? Why didn’t you answer when I called out? That was creepy. You should have answered. You shouldn’t be trying to scare people like that. Its not nice at all.” “Neither is what you did to my wife! Hello! I am Mr. Spence! What gave you the right to treat my wife, or anybody’s wife, that way? Or, for that matter, any woman?” “I…ah..I, ah..dunno. I think I have to go right now. I have to leave, bye!” With that, Dave quickly turned to leave the room. He didn’t even bother to go for his shirt, which was still on the bench, next to his now open locker. He just tried straight for the door. “You’re not going anywhere! Stop! Now!” Dave turned to see that now Mr. Spence had a small hand gun in his hand, pointed right at him. Dave stopped, and froze in his tracks. “Wait, wait. Don’t shoot, Mr. Spence. Let me explain. I can explain!” Dave Schuster, who was (despite my earlier “blond” joke) smarter than the average college guy, and especially than the average college jock, felt he could explain his way out of anything. He tried to explain first that the incident never happened, then, that it was with her consent, then that he didn’t mean to hurt her, then, then….”oh, please, Mr. Spence, please, sir, I’m sorry. Don’t kill me, please, please, sir, please, sir…” Dave was gradually working himself up to a crying fit, as he himself realized that he had no good explanation for what happened, except that he was a narcissistic son of a bitch, and that he probably deserved whatever was coming, (humm, I wonder how well THAT, would be for an explanation?)

“Get dressed!” “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know yet, but if you don’t go with me, your miserable life will end right here and now!” Dave walked, trembling and sobbing, over to his locker, put on his sweat shirt, and left the room with Mr. Spence. In his panicky state, he left his t-shirt behind. The two walked, silently passed the security guard, “keep quiet, one word and you both get it!”. Then, they went to Mr. Spence’s car. Mr. Spence opened the trunk, “get in, damnit!” “What, ah, where are we going? Please, not the trunk, please…” The young man was then forced to get into Mr. Spence’s trunk, and then Mr. Spence drove his car off to a remote location, far off in the woods, where the two could be all alone, and where his power over young Dave Schuster would be absolute. The trunk was then opened. “Get out!” Dave, still sobbing, climbed out of the trunk. Oddly, he seemed smaller than his six foot five inch frame would suggest. The very situation seemed to diminish him. He stood, cowering before the older, shorter man. But the two almost seemed the same height. “So, you think you’re a really big man, don’t you?” “No, not at all, sir, please sir, I’m sorry sir,(More sobbing),Sir, please sir, please, please…I’m sorry, please.” This really pathetic display went on for several minutes. “First, you sniveling little sonofabitch, take off your clothes!” “Ahh…all of them, sir, I mean, you don’t mean everything! (it was a miracle, even scared to death that Dave could worry about this; he was probably one of the few people that could literally die from embarrassment). “You catch on fast! Okay, STRIP! NOW!” Still sobbing, Dave pulled the sweat shirt over his head, to reveal his perfectly smooth, toned upper body. (If you wish to refresh your memory of the physical description of Dave, refer back to the first paragraph of part one of this story). He stood there, in his shorts, and sneakers. “Keep going!” Dave untied his sneakers, and even removed his socks, as if the older man cared about that, but it was really only delaying the inevitable. He now only had on his grey sweat shorts, and those previously described bikini briefs. “Come on, those too!” “Please, Mr. Spence, please. I have hardly anything on under these!” (how pathetic could this jock get?) “Take them the Fuck off! That means NOW!” The drawstring was loosened, then looking around, (as if the night crickets could see him too), the shorts were pulled down and tossed aside. To make matters worse, his bikinis, after working out, then being stuffed in the trunk of a car, were forming a wedgy. Even from the front, you could tell that his butt was mostly exposed. What eye candy. “Them, too. Come on.” What was the point now? Dave, now breaking out in tears like a little girl, pulled down his underwear, and with one hand covering his jewels, tossed them aside. Then he returned that hand to his jewels as well, though it really wasn’t necessary because he was not that well endowed. There was, of course, no way to cover that gorgeous protruding derriere. With his knees together and crouched with his hands over his genitals, and sobbing, tall blond Dave actually appeared shorter than Mr. Spence, who was now in complete control. In his humiliated state, the gun in Mr. Spence’s hand was almost redundant.

“Now, before you die, do you have any last words to say?” “Oh please, please, no,(sob sob sob, even girls don’t cry like this kid.) I don’t want to die! Please! No, no!” Dave was now on his hands and knees, in an almost fetal position, crying uncontrollably. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t kill me! I’ll do anything you want, anything!!” “Anything?” Mr. Spence then proceeded to open his fly. “First, you’re going to suck my cock!” Dave, still sobbing and on his knees, looked up “but, I don’t, I mean, like, I’m not, you know, gay, or anything, you know.” “Yeah, but the one thing you will be is dead, right now if you don’t do it. So, SUCK MY DICK! DAMNIT!” Mr. Spence’s hardening penis began to protrude from his fly. Strangely, for a short man, he had one that was considerably larger than Dave’s, and with a lot more hair around it. Mr. Spence was bald, but he made up for it with a lot more hair everywhere else, even his back,(yuck). Unfortunately for Dave, Mr. Spence hadn’t had time to shower before the “occasion”, so his groin area was a bit on the smelly side. Closing his eyes, and opening his mouth, Dave was forced to do what was extremely repugnant for the homophobic young athlete. The cock inserted itself into Dave’s mouth, then Mr. Spence, in a commanding tone, said, “suck it, suck that cock! Suck more. MORE! Oh, YEAH! YEAH!! SUCK IT!! Gee, I hadn’t had a blow job like this all my married life! Even the girls I knew in college didn’t suck dick like you! Well, except one, but she didn’t count; she was a real slut anyway. Maybe it was your mother! Ha!” Dave felt the whole of the man’s penis penetrating all the way to the back of his mouth, making him gag. Mr. Spence felt some precum “coming” on. “I don’t want to waist my man juice. I have a better place for that. Turn around!” Dave opened his mouth, and looked up, horrified. “You don’t mean, no, not my, my, not mm, my ass?!” “You catch on fast for a dumb, blond jock. I want to fuck that beautifully shaped, bubbly rear. Hey, that’s your best quality!” Dave had no choice. On his knees, he rotated around, with his wonderful backside now facing Mr. Spence, who was now ready to have more than a piece of that action. Dave’s butt was gorgeous, as I said previously, and on his knees the crack was spread wide enough to view the reddish area inside. Even between his cheeks, Dave had little body hair. His actual buttocks were white, a shade or so lighter than the slightly tanned color of the rest of his body. Mr. Spence commanded Dave’s head down, and butt up, (you could say there was a “moon out tonight”, ha ha).

Mr. Spence now moved foreword, with his now rock hard cock pointing out and up, like a bayonet getting ready to impale his victim. He placed his hands on the young soccer player’s beautiful butt cheeks, opening them wide. Dave’s face blushed bright red. He then tried to bury it in the grass, as if by doing so he could turn his body invisible. Mr. Spence, for his part, maneuvered himself, and Dave, into the right position. With his long legs, Dave’s anus was almost high enough with Mr. Spence standing. With Mr. Spence kneeling, it would have been too high. So Mr. Spence did some moving of both them, to get the perfect position, and to have more of an opportunity to humiliate the student further. The tip of his penis was lubed with precum, but not with anything else. When he was ready, he made one massive RAM! “OUCH!!! Oh, AAHHH!! FUCK!!” Dave screamed. His hole was being brutally penetrated. It was like a hot iron rod impaling his body, all the way to his stomach, it seemed. His anus felt like someone had set it on fire. Then Mr. Spence pulled back, and then rammed again. Then the process was repeated. In and Out. Dave felt like his hole was going to be torn asunder. Mr. Spence even, for some amusement, smacked Dave’s rear, hard. SMACK! SMACK! “That’s the spanking you never had!” It was more humiliating than painful, though. Dave just covered his head with his hands, his face buried in the grass of the field. He was sobbing quietly. Finally, after a few more minutes of torment, Mr. Spence could contain himself no more. He let out a huge ejaculation from his massive dick, that, it seemed, Dave’s ass couldn’t contain. When the older man pulled out, gobs of his “juice” splattered out, running down Dave’s butt crack, dripping down his balls. Mr. Spence, then, in one more gesture of pure dominance, ejaculated all over Dave’s back. Then he walked away, leaving Dave Schuster, college soccer team champion, sobbing and crying, on the grass. “So long, asshole!”

Mr. Spence closed his fly. Then he walked over to where Dave’s clothes were. These he picked up, and opening the trunk to his car, tossed them in. Dane looked up, just in time to see this latest demonstration. “Where are we going now?” “Not we, me.” “But wait; you have my clothes!” “That’s right! Goodbye!” The trunk was slammed, and Mr. Spence got in the car, started the engine, and drove off. Dave Schuster slowly got to his feet. “Wait! Wait! My clothes! What about my clothes! Please! Come on! I don’t have any clothes on!” The car drove away.