Making Punks

Back when I was in college with Chris, one of the things we both agreed on is that we'd never back down from anything or anyone ,with in reason, if our sex lives every became an issue. Luckily, our school was such that those that noticed did not seem to care, and to everyone else, we were just two more anonymous students.

We only had a problem this one time. It was early in the spring semester of our sophomore year. There were these two guys on our floor at Munster Hall; Jake and Kyle Bronson. They were brothers, a couple of golden boys. Blond hair, blue eyes, real ladies men... as well as a couple of real tools. Word got around that Kyle had date-raped some girl on campus and that when she tried to press charges, Bronson's parents had paid her off. She left school and was never seen or heard from again. Her name was Tracy White.

To some at our school, this was a badge of honor; to the rest of us, it made us hate these two cocky bastards with such intensity it was palatable. There were two camps here at school; Pro Bronson and Con Bronson.

So anyway, it was late this one night. I had been studying since after dinner and my eyes were bleary from reading text books and highlighting needed passages. Chris, who had been in soccer practice earlier, was on his bed, a statistics book cracked and his face buried in it.

At around midnight I closed my book and, feeling like I needed some fun, climbed into bed with Chris and grabbed his crotch. He smiled closing his book and returned the favor, massaging my already hard cock through my pants. We did not say a word but just pulled our dicks out and began jerking off; checking each other out and working our pricks for all they were worth...

... that's when our dorm door flew open and there stood the Bronson brothers smiling like a couple of fools.

"Hey, look at the faggots," Kyle said as his brother pushed forward and rushed us climbing on to the bed.

Honestly, it happened so quick I kind of had a hard time digesting it. The both of them were on top of us, trying to get in some punches and talking trash.

It took a second for surprise to turn to rage, and I shot up and managed to throw Jake on to the floor and then jumped him and sucker punched him in the gut with everything I had. The blond cried out and said, "Fucking faggot!!" I pulled back and hit him with a mean right hook in the jaw that shut him up; a small trickle of blood coming from his lips.

I turned and saw Chris had Kyle on his stomach and was twisting his arm behind his back. The guy was bucking and yelling but Chris kept his arm locked and was in fact pulling his forearm up even further. Seeing that Jake was momentarily not a problem, I went over to assist my buddy and yelled out, "Chris, give him to me, let me hold this bastard so you can teach him a lesson".

Chris jumped up and Kyle fell off the bed and I pulled him up by his hair and then put him in a full nelson, meanwhile Chris got to his feet, and assumed his boxing stance and threw a couple of punches at Kyle's mid section with such force, even I felt them. Then Chris pulled back hit Kyle square in the jaw with a wicked round house punch. I let go of the fucker and he flew across the room on top of his still prone brother.

The Bronson boys lay on the floor gasping for air while Chris and I stood over them. Our cocks still stiff and poking out of our pants.

Years of wrestling with each other and playing sex games had pretty much made us experts at inflicting pain, furthermore we knew it was time that we turn the tables on these two fucking straight boys and show them what it felt like to be used and abused.

We took our shirts off first and saw the brother's eyes grow wide as we told them that we were going to fuck their asses, and when Chris planted his foot on Kyle's chest and flexed a victory pose, well that was the cherry on top of the cake.

Jake was the first one to plead with us; "Come on guys, it was just a joke, we didn't mean anything, come on let us go, it's cool!"

Chris gave Jake a fierce open handed slap across his baby face and said, "Yeah, great joke, just like the one your fucking brother pulled on Tracy White!"

That shut Jake up but Kyle still had something to say; "Hey you better hope nobody finds out what happens here ... or it'll..." he paused.

"It'll what?" I asked stroking my cock, "Come on tough guy, what are you going to do?"

Chris winked at me and we went at it...

... first we tore their clothes off, every stitch they had and, damn, but the Bronson brothers were a couple of hot pieces, that's for sure, then we got some rope and tyed their arms behind their backs and lay them face down on the floor ... lastly we gagged the both of them with their own t-shirts ...The Bronson boys were secure, they were not going anywhere. Before we did anything else we checked the hall outside our door and saw it was empty, and then we took their clothes and put them into the trash chute that led to the furnace... shoes, and wallets and car keys went down in flames. We high fived each other, went back to our room and locked the door.

The first thing we did with our punks is taunt them. Chris asked them if they'd ever been fucked...of course they could not answer ... and then I asked them if they'd ever been dry fucked ... they squirmed and their tight little blond asses looked so inviting as they tried to free themselves ... Chris went to the closet and took a couple of belts out and we wasted no time tanning their hides, deep down, I could feel an evil sadistic side of me bloom, I mean these fuckers deserved everything they were getting, but still It felt so fucking empowering beating them senseless...

... We took turns assaulting their asses with the leather straps, twenty rounds and then switching off...they were both sobbing like little children - muffled pleadings issuing forth- but it was all for naught; Chris and I were going to fuck them.

With out the benefit of spit or lube, it was a tough fit, but we mounted the squirming bastards and we pumped them for all we were worth.

Every now and again we'd pause, catch our breath and lean over and kiss each other.

Chris was fucking Kyle and I was fucking Jake.

Then we switched.

I remember saying, as I entered Kyle, "Nice ass punk, tight like a virgin pussy".

Chris yelled out, come on man, let's come all over their faces.

We pulled out of them and flipped them over, straddled their chests and jerked off until we both came...cum sprayed all over the bruised bodies of the Bronson brothers...

When we where done we stood over them and Chris spat on Kyle and said, "I hope you fuckers have learned your lesson..." Kyle nodded, his eyes red from crying. I looked and saw his brother do the same.

Chris went into the bathroom first and washed and dressed while I kept an eye on the punks, and then I did the same, dressed and cleaned up.

We untied the both of them, helped them to their feet. Any fight or cocky attitude these guys may have had was all gone as we showed them to the door and threw them out into the hall, naked and battered, and locked the door behind them...

Honestly, we were a bit scared after the adrenaline rush finally wore off. We talked about the possibility of police and other things... but in the end...

... The Bronson Brothers left our school two days after they were punked. Word went around campus that they decided to go to school out west...somewhere...

... whatever.