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Subject: Doing the Wrong Thing – Thomas and Gallo 1 Categories: Adult Youth/Authoritarian This story is complete fiction. All characters in this story are eighteen or over. Do not read if you are not over eighteen. Never do any of this in real life. If you enjoy these stories, consider donating to . This story takes place around two years after the other stories and deals with Calvin’s other son, Thomas. I received requests about the other characters. It’s sort of a spin-off. I’ll probably go back to the main story after. It probably will be only a couple of parts. Doing the Wrong Thing – Thomas and Gallo Part One Tommy had been clean ever since CJ bailed him out as a sophomore. And then CJ got into a real university and left. It wasn’t just not having his brother at home. His dad seemed super stressed and angry with CJ out of the house and was constantly bitching about money problems. So when someone at a party offered Tommy some bars and an oxie for later, he couldn’t help himself. And that was all it took. In less than a month, he had sold all of his video games. He also sold his favorite pair of kicks online. Then he traded his guitar for some pills. Then there was nothing left and he took three hundred dollars worth of oxies on credit from Gallo. And when it was due, he knew he was fucked. He half expected Gallo to just kill him, but he also knew it was best to man up and face him. So he skipped first period and went to the park to meet him. Gallo was in the same place as always. He had sat on the same picnic table ever since the park fully re-opened. It was in a little hidden area behind some trees. Gallo was somewhere in his twenties or thirties. He was Latino and loved sports. He was always talking about baseball and basketball and soccer. He wore these long gold chains with his name on them and had tattoos all over him. He seemed funny and friendly despite the rough look. But Tommy had seen all that charisma and sweetness vanish when someone owned him money. Thomas saw him knock one junior high kid down to the ground and just wail on him for twenty minutes. He was afraid to ask why. Gallo looked at him for a second when he showed up. Then Gallo said, “You don’t have my money?” Tommy shook his head. Gallo looked him up and down. Then Gallo said, “Take off all your clothes.” Thomas knew better than to hesitate. Besides, he showered after swim practice with other guys everyday. Gallo looked him over for a second. Then Gallo threw him an Xavier uniform from a bag sitting on the table and told him to get dressed. He put on the shorts and polo, knowing better than to ask questions. When they arrived at Xavier, some Latino frosh boy in an Xavier uniform came out and talked to Gallo in Spanish for a second. Gallo pulled a knife out of his pocket then. He brought it up to Tommy’s neck and ran it softly on his Adam’s Apple. He said: You are small and pretty for a white boy so I’m giving you a chance to make things good. You go in there, stay until Miguel says you can go, and do what you’re told. Then we have another conversation tomorrow. Maybe we can even get you some more credit. We good? You understand? Tommy was relieved. He had no idea what the fuck was going on, but he was going to be okay. He nodded. Miguel led Tommy through the backdoor of the school and through a couple of halls. Tommy was astounded at the school in comparison to Howard. They passed a couple of legit fast food places in the school. The doors were mostly closed and opened with a scanned card Miguel had. Everything was sci-fi and posh in comparison to the rotting mildew halls he was used to. Then they arrived at a crossroads. An older woman sat at a desk with a clipboard. Miguel whispered in Tommy’s ear, “Sign in as Jimmy Davis. Rugby Assistant for Myers. Rugby door is second on the right.” Miguel signed in first and then Tommy did as he was told. There was a line and all he had to do was scribble there and put the time. He thought gaziantep escort Miguel would go with him, but Miguel passed him by. The second door had a sign over it that said students only. He went through the door and was greeted with a cheer. The room was full of what looked like the biggest seniors he had ever seen. A boy who had to be his age, but was at least 100 pounds heavier was the only one to speak directly to him then. The boy grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him to a side door. He went in the room with him and then the boy said, “Sometimes Coach Riley checks on us. Myers is good though. Stay in here for a while.” Then the boy was gone. Tommy stood there for a while, completely confused. The room he was in was pretty small. The other room was a locker room and he had heard showers too. But this room was basically a large storage closet. Maybe the size of his bedroom. There was one of those blue soft wrestling mats on the floor, some water and towels on the shelves, some giant bottle with a pump top on the floor, and some cleaning stuff to wipe down weights. But that was it. Tommy waited for about twenty minutes before the door opened. The guy who opened it was wearing just gym shorts. He had been clearly been working out. His muscles were gleaming and he was super fucking muscular. Tommy had never seen anything like these guys. They seemed built like they were so much older. His hair was short and brown and he had brown eyes. He had perfect teeth. He smiled at Tommy. Then he said, “You’re new, right?” Tommy nodded. The guy smiled bigger. He said, “I don’t like to shower before I get off and I have to workout before I shower. Hope you don’t mind. ” Tommy, confused, shook his head. The guy reeked like a locker room, but he was sort of used to that. He wasn’t used to what happened next. The guy placed his hands on Tommy’s shoulder and shoved him down to his knees. Then he pulled his gym shorts and jock off. His dick was soft and about six inches. Then the guy casually said, “I don’t have time for a rimjob right now, but we paid for that and to get piss and cum swallowed this week. I might be back later for that or for a fuck.” Then the guy laughed and said, “If you can’t get me off in your mouth in ten minutes, I might should take that fuck now.” Tommy knelt there for a second and then it hit him what was going on. Gallo was a pimp. And these guys for some reason were okay with him being the girl. Maybe because no girl could get back here. He looked at the dick in front of him. It was big and still soft. The guy’s hairy balls were inches from his face. The guy must have gotten tired of waiting. In what felt like seconds, Tommy was on his stomach on the mat. Before he could even scream or react, the guy’s shorts were being stuffed in his mouth and his shorts were down to his knees. Then he felt the crush of the boy’s body on top of him. And the boy whispered into his ear: Sorry, but I couldn’t wait for you to do what you’re paid to do and I love ass virgins. I’ll use some lube and be gentle. Ish. Scream or make noise and you’ll be known as a queer whore for the rest of your life. You’re not gonna win in a fight against me. Then the guy laughed and said, “Besides, I got a great dick. You’ll love it.” Tommy sort of went into shock and relaxed. He heard the pump of the big bottle and realized it was lube. He felt the boy’s wet finger push into his ass. It hurt. He groaned into the boy’s shorts. Then he felt the boy lay on top of him. He was right. There was no way he could fight him. He was 6’2 at least and at a minimum a hundred pounds heavier and all muscle. The boy whispered in his ear, “I love my stinky shorts being in your mouth. I want you to reek of and taste me.” Then he shoved his dick in Tommy. Tommy involuntarily tried to buck, but was held still. It felt like a hot bar had been rammed up inside him. The boy on top of him moaned and then groaned as he started humping suriyeli escort into Tommy. The guy didn’t waste any time going easy. Tommy’s first fuck was hard and fast from the beginning. The room became filled with the sound of flesh on flesh as Tommy’s ass was pounded. He could hear the lube squeaking too. And the smell covered him. It was the scent of sweat and underarms as even more sweat was dripped on him. He was held immobile and used like a cheap whore. When the guy was close, he started pulling all the way out of Tommy and then quick slamming in over and over. Tommy bit down on the underwear and grunted everytime the dick slammed back into him. And then he felt it. The guy moaned, “fuck.” Then his cum shot up inside Tommy. Tommy felt it flood his guts and it burned where his ass was raw from the guy’s dick. And then the guy pulled the gym shorts out of his mouth and was off of him. Tommy laid there for a second and then got up. He decided he was getting out of there, regardless of what Gallo would do to him. He couldn’t do this. He hurt and he had cum in him. A guy had just assfucked him. He didn’t even know the guy’s name. And then the guy who had been on top of him opened the door. Another guy was standing there. Naked. He was built almost identically to the first, but had blonde hair and green eyes. He stepped in as the other guy stepped out. The first guy said, “He prefers it up the ass.” Then he was gone. Part Two Tommy lost track of the times he had been fucked. His phone had been in his other clothes and Gallo had it. But the clock said it was two. That meant he had been getting fucked for hours. By at least fifteen guys. He had stopped getting up and just laid on his belly and let them mount him over and over. Most slammed in and out and were gone in under ten minutes. Some came back later for seconds or thirds. The pain hadn’t gone away. Sometimes it was much worse. His ass felt raw inside. But something had happened he would never tell anyone about. Twice he had gotten hard and cum. It happened during the longer fucks. Those two guys actually gave him a reach around. They slowly fucked in and out and jerked him off as they did. Their dicks also seemed to touch something deep in his ass. Even before they touched him, even through the pain, his dick was leaking. It made him feel like a faggot. Fifteen minutes went by with no one fucking him. He thought it was over. Then the first guy who had fucked him opened the door. The guy looked at him and said, “Shower, then Coach wants you in his office.” Tommy got up and left his tiny space for the first time. He looked around room he had come through originally. It was a typical locker room and it only took him a second to find the showers. They were empty and he enjoyed the privacy and getting clean. It felt like he was washing off gallons of cum. The guy who first fucked him watched him rinse off, then threw him a towel. Then he pointed to a door with no windows in the corner, tousled Tommy’s wet hair, and said, “Go in, call him coach, do what he says, and it won’t be too bad.” The door was unlocked. Tommy went in and looked around. It was all concrete walls, except for the heavy door. There was nothing on the walls except for a metal bar running the length of the room on the ceiling. The only real furniture was a stool, a few chairs, and a huge desk. There was a display case too. It was full of trophies and had a few non-glass cabinets with locks on them. There was one of those office type name stand things that said Coach Myers on it on the desk. The man behind the desk spoke, “You’re the whore?” Tommy froze and then remembered what the other guy said to say. Tommy said, “Yes, Coach.” The man he now knew was Coach Meyers nodded. He kept looking at something on the desk and ignored Tommy for a few minutes. Tommy used the chance to study him. Coach Meyers was a big guy. He looked almost three hundred pounds, rus escort but not muscle or fat exactly. He just looked solid and had the broadest shoulders Tommy had ever seen. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that said Xavier on it and from under the desk Tommy could tell he was wearing green gym shorts. He didn’t have any facial hair and his head was shaved bald. He had a whistle around his neck and looked hairy af. It was hard to tell with him standing but he was probably around 6’2. After about five minutes, Coach Myers stood up, got something out of the bottom cabinet, and walked over to Tommy. He ran his hands over Tommy’s face for a second, then placed his hands on Tommy’s throat and squeezed. Tommy started kicking and fighting but it was useless. He passed out. When he came to, he couldn’t see anything. He realized what was in Coach Myers hands must have been some kind of thick leather mask that covered his eyes and mouth. He stuck his tongue out and felt the metal of a zipper at his lips. He was totally blind and couldn’t even hear himself speak. He could hear room noises though somehow. The hood must be thinner near his ears. Then he felt someone’s hand lift his left hand up until he was stretched out on his tippy toes. Then he felt a cuff go around it. Then the same thing was done to his right hand. He was cuffed to the ceiling. Rough hands, what must be Coach Myer’s hands, started rubbing cream all over his body and massaging it in. It felt cold. Then it felt hot. Really, really hot. Tommy started thrashing around as he realized it was that burning muscle cream. He could hear what sounded like jerking off as he thrashed around. Then he heard a man’s heavy breathing and felt hot splooge hit his back. Then nothing. Then the door opened and closed. He hung by his arms for at least fifteen or twenty minutes before he heard the door reopen. He felt a wet cloth wiping the cream off his body. He heard the rag being squeezed and dripping and being rinsed in a bucket. Then he felt rough big hands running all over him, squeezing his muscles. Then nothing. He thought for a second Coach Myers must have left. Then he felt hot breath on his cock. Then a mouth. Tommy involuntarily moaned. The mouth was suckling on his cock and it only took seconds before Tommy was rock hard. He felt the huge hands on his ass. Each hand fully covered one of his butt cheeks and held him still. He tried to fuck forward, but couldn’t move. Then the mouth was off his cock and a tongue was licking his balls. It was rough and lapped at his nuts. He was so close. Then the ball licking stopped and he felt his dick swallowed balls deep. The man’s tongue lapped at his balls as the man hummed and gulped. Tommy nutted. Hard. He felt it being swallowed as he nutted. Then the mouth was removed. He heard a cabinet door open. Then a jangle of some kind, like metal on metal. Then Coach Myers spoke, “I’ve seen you swim and play soccer, Tommy. You should be out fucking hot pussy, not tied up as a goddamn cockwhore.” Then Tommy felt something strike his back. Hard. He screamed into the mask. Then it hit again. And again. And again. Then Coach Myers said, “I’m going to try and whip the fairy out of you. Then make sure you know what it means to be nothing but pussy.” Tommy took fifteen more lashes, then felt his hands being undone. He collapsed to the ground. Then he felt a hand on his head. The hood was being undone and then was pulled off his head. His head was jerked up then and he looked at Coach Myers. Coach Myers was naked. He had a belly, but he still looked solid. His dick was hard and had to be close to eight inches. Tommy was so overwhelmed and hurting he just started crying. Coach Myers laughed. Then he said, “Man up. I didn’t whip you any harder than I got from my daddy once a week to teach me a lesson.” Then Coach grabbed Tommy under the arms and lifted him up off the ground. He pulled him over to his desk and bent him over. Coach Myers stared at the boy then. He was hairless, probably because he was a swimmer. Most swimmers shave. He was small, but his body was tight and firm. His auburn hair was sticking everywhere from the hood having mussed it. He’d make a decent fuck for anyone. To be continued…

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