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The Skate Park—The Bonding
In this chapter of “Matts Skatepark Aventures” will be the tale of the “bonding” that happened with myself, and my lil br o. What started with some crushed nuts would ultimately grow to, as put by others, “The Dillon Dawgs “ a force to be feared. . It will serve as a bridge, if you will, from the previous to up-coming chapters. This is a true story.
Jamie and me arrive at the park and park in the parking lot. (how many times can YOU say park in one sentence, lol) I hop out and dash for the bath house, still barefoot, from leaving my kicks with Mr. Wilson. There are about a dozen dudes huddled around the entrance. I holler at them as I approach to “get the fuck up outta the way” Upon entering, I run up to my lil b*o, Dustin, laying on his back, clutching his guts, crying out in pain. I ask “what happened” and Kelso reports he hit a big crack in the pavement, and his board came up between his legs, and popped his nuts. “OK, lets check him out—he prolly sunk one” I instruct 2 of the sk8trs to get everyone out, except for them and Kelso, and stand guard. Nobody comes in. I tell Kelso to grab his right foot, and I got the left, and pull his kicks off. I instruct Dustin to lift his butt up, and Kelso and me slide his shorts off. “What the fuck Matthew”? Comes out of Dustins mouth. I tell him just to chill, and do what I tell him.
“Fuck you Matthew, get off me punk” I respond to him “lil dawg, I know ur hurtin, and I know it's bad. And It's going to get a bit embarrassing for a bit—but you got to chill and do what I tell you. We got to check you out to see if you sucked up a nut” “Like you fuckin care—I aint one of your “homies”. They all you fuckin care about. And ur skate-park “kingdom” as you call it”. “If you watched out for me, and took care of me like you do any fuck out here I wouldn't be laying here” I glance at Kelso and say “he's fuckin delirious”. Dustin's face was red, tears rolling down it. Still holding on to his belly, I take a look at his nuts. They are red, and sure enough, one seems to be missing. “Yep, just what I thought—you got a nut missing lil b*o, we gonna have to find it” Dustin screams out “just make it stop hurting---aggghhh” I tell him to drop his feet down to both sides of the bench. I begin to gently rub around his pelvic area, just to the left of his pubes. I notice in the back of my mind that lil b*o was starting to grow up---nice bush for a 13 yo. In fact, nice package all around. “Looks like you sprouting early b*o—just like me”
About this time some dude from outside pushes his way into the bath house. I hear him say “fuck ya'll, Dillon dont own this fuckin place. I need to piss. He pushes past the “guards” and see's what's going on. “What's up Dillon ?? Having fun there wit ya lil b*o”? I snap, and like a wild man, turn around, doubling up my softball sized fist, and bust him in the side of the head. A small crowd had reemerged inside the house, and calls of ohhh, ahhh, and oh fuck ring out. Mark Simmons, who was on the team with me back at HS, takes a fall backwards, hitting one of the sinks in the small of his back. He bows backwards, and the back of his head hits the mirror on the wall, shattering it. I turn back to Dustin, but in just a few moments I hear someone saying “you better stay down dawg”. I turn back to see Simmons standing, and as he approached I gave him two more pops to the head—this time sending him into the wall, his face now bloody. I point my finger at him and just say “stay”, like he was a dog.
Now back again, to my lil b*o, I can see purple just left of his pubs. “OK I see the nut now—it's up about an inch” “We gonna have to pop it back out b*o—and it's gonna hurt like all fuckin hell, but you gonna have to cowboy-up and take it. I gently place my middle and ring fingers right where I see his sunken nut. I then says to Dustin “ok b*o when I tell ya” and with that I raise my hand up and give his nut a hard slap. Dustin lets out a blo od curling scream, the like of which I had never heard. “aggghhh you fuckin bitch ! I fuckin hate you---aggghhh” I instruct Kelso to grab him under his pit, and I took the other side and says “let's get him up. Gotta get vertical, to make sure that nut hangs back down in his sack”. We get him up and I walk behind him, now holding him up by myself, clutching his chest. Dustin still screaming, “just let me go Matthew” I tell him to “shut the fuck up, and lay back down” I tell him to relax, and try not to tense up. In a few moments he finally calms down, and I asked him “so what's up with all the hostilities”? Dustin, still angry responds with “I told you—I fuckin hate you ! You never give me any attention. You been living back with me and mom for two years now, and I never even been down to your room. But all your buds have. I hear ya playing video games, and hollarin and shit. And I know ya's getting high too cause I can smell it. You ride around in your precious little jeep like some high and mighty jock. I never even sat in your jeep ! I done got my ass beat 3 times in YOUR fuckin skate park, and you dont even know it. But fuck, let one little fuckin dude show up without an elbow pad and ur off to the skate shop buyin them shit. You never spent a fuckin dollar on me –you dont even know I'm there-so why the fuck you care if I busted a nut”?
I couldn't help but grin just a bit—the way he put that last part, “bustin a nut”. Dustin keeps on though, with “and I bet you think that it's been mom layin out ur fuckin uniform on ur bed the last two years too every fuckin game day” “What'? I says, “that's been you b*o”? “Ya it's fuckin been me” “I thought you said you never been down to my room”? Dustin replies with “just for that—I mean you never asked me if I wanted to come down and just hang out—you know, with my big all-star jock ass b*o”
I continue with “you cleaned up my cleats---and polished my helmet”? “Ya I did all that shit---and never missed a home game—EVER !” I couldn't hold in what my lil b*o was telling me, and started crying myself. “So you done all that, all this time ? What about the note dawg”? “Ya Matthew, I did that too” I couldn't hold it anymore, and started sobbin now like a baby. “What the fuck Dillon—what you talking about”? Asked Kelso. By this time a small crowd had managed their way back into the bath house. They just stood there, quite and respectful.
“Like he says, every Friday, on game day, my uniform had been layed out on my bed. Pants, jersey, and pads layed out like someone laying there on my bed. Helmet up top, all polished up. Cleats and socks on the floor”. “Ya ya Dillon—what fuckin note yo”? I reach up with my right arm, and tap the tattoo on my back shoulder. “Ya dawg—everybody knows that tat. Fuck, there's a pic in the year book of it” “So what's that got to do with some fuckin note”? I calmly reply, choking back the tears--”Kelso, that IS the fucking note” Dead silence now in the bath house. Nobody was breathing. “Just like Dustin said—every game day, my uniform was always layed out. And right on the numbers of my jersey, was this little note. That big ass beautiful diamond—hand drawn. And arced across the top “go Diamond Dillon”
I thought it was so fuckin kewl, that I had it inked on my shoulder my sophomore year”. Kelso looks at Dustin and calmly asks “you the one that come up with that lil dawg”? Dustin very softly replies with a “yes” Every one was silent—except for Simmons. “Looks like you get another trophy Dillon---dick of tha year” I yell at a couple of dudes still in the doorway to “get him the fuck outta here” Simmons gets up, bloody and weak from his beat down, and says he don't need any help, and walks himself out.
“Go go Diamond Dillon” had quickly become my slogan. It was printed in the school paper many times. Announcers even yelled it out at games. By the third game of my sophomore year I had traded my big dick for the ink---already at 9” by then. That was my first piece of ass off a dude. I never, until that moment, realized that it was my lil b*o that came up with it—I assumed it was mom.
“Come on b*o—let's get you home, and some rest” Exhausted now, Dustin doesn't put up a fight. I motion to Kelso to help me get him to the jeep. We arrive back at our pad, and I ask Kelso to help Dustin into the house. “Take him down to my room—it's darker, and cooler down there. Get him out of those shorts, and those tighty whities, and fish out some b-ball shorts from a drawer. They will be loose, so his balls can hang free—make him rest. I gotta go take the lawn equipment back to Granger, and then run over and pay the rent” Kelso says he will take care of Dustin, to not worry.
I run to do the errands, and return home in about an hour. Walking down the stairs to my basement room, kelso is sitting in front of my 55” TV, playing X-box. My b*o is laying on my bed, asleep now. I looks at Kelso and softly ask him “what's up with this”? Pointing at b*o, who was wearing my game jersey from the championship last year. “He said he just wanted to wear it. Didnt explain why. I figured if it calmed him down, and made him feel better you wouldn't mind “ I tell him “naa dawg—it's kewl. Just surprises me after the way he went off on me”. “Ya Dillon, but ya know—little dawg was right. You pretty much ignored him ever since you moved in with your mom after your dad took off for Mexico” I go on with “ya, I guess so. I just never gave it any thought—he was just a little k** to me I guess” Kelso continues with “You know Dillon, I thought you was smarter than that. So all these years you tellin me you never seen the hero worship in that dudes eyes ? I mean, with your dad gone and shit, you the only man in his life ! He aint had nobody to explain to him shit like waking up with a boner, or maybe sticky shorts, or jackin off. Nobody to teach him about girls—and how he's almost ready to start thinkin about pussy ! The little dawg is a wreck yo, but still worships the fuckin ground you walk on”
I sat on the edge of my bed, next to Dustin. I just look at him laying there, all innocent lookin and shit. I put my face into my hands, tryin not to choke up again. Looking up at Kelso, I tell him I felt bad. Worse than I ever felt in my life. “What the fuck am I gonna do to make up for all this shit”? “Y'all are right man-I been a total fuckin prick” “b*o got no idea how much I love him, but I guess I just never showed him” From our noise I guess we woke Dustin up. He stirred a bit, and rolled over on his back, still holding on to his belly. Eyes still closed he mummers “you can make me a diamond dawg” I turn to face my b*o and just said “what”? Dustin repeats--”You can make me one of your diamond dawgs, so then I can be one of your home bois” I didn't say anything, just looked at him. “Cant do that b*o---you too young” “Oh fuck you then Matthew---see Kelso, I told you . He dont want me fuckin around him” I pipe up kinda hostile “it aint that lil b*o---you can't be a member of the crew without being initiated”. Dustin comes back with “so fine—then I'll do it” I yell back at him “NO” Dustin comes up off the bed, ripping off my jersey, throwing it on the floor. He then proceeds up the stairs shouting another “fuck you” slamming the door at the top.
“Goddamm b*o—you working hard on that asshole of the year ribbon huh ? Kelso says, preparing to block a punch. “Fuck you Kelso, I aint gonna punch you. He can't be in the crew—he's too fuckin young. Kelso comes back with “minimum age is 14---your rules” “Ya, well he aint 14 yet”. “jeez Dillon, that's tomorrow” I stare at Kelso, knowing he's my best friend, but even with that it pissed me off when one of my homies would put me in “check” I just sat there, staring at him. It's hard to “man up” when you know you are wrong, and everyone else is right. “Fine” “Call everybody up—we do it tonight” “Not good yo—he aint 14 just yet—you know, age of consent and shit” I reply with “Not a problem---he was born at 12:15 in the morning. Ceremony will start at midnight. Everybody shows—no exceptions” “Got ya dawg”
I go upstairs while Kelso makes the calls. Open the door to Dustin's room, finding him laying on his bed, curled up, whimpering like a puppy. “Aight—so you want in “? “Fuck off Matthew” “Look—I aint fuckin with you now—last chance—do you want in “? Dustin paused a few moments, then finally answers “yes” “You gotta get initiated, I can't make exceptions for you just cause you my lil b*o”. “That's fine Matthew, I'll do whatever everybody else had to do” “Look dawg—you gotta get beat in” Dustin turns over now and asks “like what ya mean”? “Damm dude—we gotta beat your ass, til you bleed. You have to shed bloo d for the crew to show your loyalty. Then you take the oath” Dustin comes back with “you know Im tougher than you think. I can take it. Doubt it's worse than what dad did” I reply with “Then there's more—ya gotta get sexed in after that” Dustin, looking fearfull now says “what”? “You gotta blow every dude in the crew—till you swallow their junk. That's the “bonding” “That's fuckin sick Matthew—but I'll do it. Does that mean you too”? “Ya lil dawg—me too—no exceptions” Dustin gives me a smirk on his face. I just look at him—not sure what to think. Did he know about his big b*o packin the biggest dick at school ?? I decided to deal with that later..
“Aight then—I'll get us and Kelso some pizza. Im starving. YOU get ur ass cleaned up. After we eat, then you can come back downstairs. You have to kneel and meditate for one hour. Then make your final decision if ya want to go ahead. We begin at midnight.
“Matthew” “Ya dawg—what”? “Do I get a mohawk—like you and Kelso, and the rest”? “Fuck—you have to text mom and ask. Cause she don't really like them”. “Ahh fuck Matthew—she'll just say no” “You gotta ask Dustin—we cant have mom pissed off at us. She got plenty of other shit to worry about” “Cant we just do it—then it's too late and she cant do anything about it” “LOL—ya ?? cept starve us and cut off our balls” “Oh come on Matthew” “Look Dustin, if you want to get into the crew you gotta stop actin like a little boy. This is serious shit—in about 4 hours you will be all but a man. You gotta learn that now you have to take orders—and take them without question” “And speaking of little boy—after tonight—no more tighty whities. “It's either boxers, or freeballin” Dustin kinda grinned a bit—I could see the “hero worship” starting to come back now.
“I'll call mom—you just go get cleaned up”
The boys started showing up about 10:00. Mom always worked a 12 hour shift—so she would'nt be in till 6:00 AM. It took some convincing but she finally said Ok for Dustin to get a mohawk. “He's just trying to emulate me mom, it makes him feel good”
Everybody gathers down in the basement—in my room. There's some Zepplin playing on the stereo, a couple dudes playing X-box. “Pleasantries” exchanging with Dustin, one dawg showing him “the shake”. One asked if he was nervous, to which he replied “fuck ya”. I had got more pizza—some were chuggin on some beer, a couple getting high. My lil b*o seemed happy, and I just gazed at him, smiling. There was way more in store for him after tonight—it was time to make things right.
It got to be 11:00 PM, and I told Dustin it was time for him to “kneel” I had given him a “Manuel” earlier so he could study up on how the initiation went. He went to the wall, just to the right of the TV, and knelt down, hanging his head. This would be his 1 hour meditation that was required. The rest kept on with what that were doing, except gradually getting quieter.
Midnight had arrived. “It's time” Everyone stopped what they were doing, and lined up in a semi-circle. Anticipating the time, each had removed their shoes, and shirts. Kelso had lit 7 white candles, leaving one new one unlit on the table. I gave the command “attention” and each member snapped to a military parade rest—with arms behind their backs, hands clasped. Feet about 18” apart—heads str8 ahead. Damm, I smiled—they did it so perfect. Marines didn't have shit on us.
“Dustin Dillon—front and center” in a calm but strong voice, issued the command. Dustin posistioned himself in the center of the arc, facing me. “On your knees” Dustin knelt to his knees, and placed his arms behind his back, like the others.
“What say ye” ?
“I say YES, my Captain”
“Are you prepared for intiation, and for the sacrafice of your body and blood for your brot hers “?
“I am, sir”
“Are you further prepared, to then take the oath, and seal that oath with your blood, forever”?
“I am, sir”
“What then is your request “?
“Sir, I request to become a diamond dawg, by 100 percent vote”
“Are you sure”?
“Yes sir”
New recuits have the option of majority vote, or 100 percent vote. If they choose 100 percent, then all members have to accpet, or the pertition is denied.
“Leiutenant”
“Yes sir, Captain”
“Have you and the crew reviewed the pertition”?
“Yes sir, we have”
“And what say ye”?
“With pride, sir, we say ye ALL, YES.”
I notice a tear start from Dustins right eye. He was so proud already, and me of him.
“Then let us begin”. Rise Dustin Dillon, and strip. Dustin does as commanded, and stood at attention, waiting.
“AS your leader, I will deliver the first punch. The rest will follow, with one punch each” The rules call for face or gut only. No punches to ribs, k**neys, throat, or nuts.” “And if any of you cadets lighten up, because this is my natural lil b*o, you will do push-ups until you pass out”
And so with that, I rear back my right arm, doubling up my fist, and strike my lil b*o in the face. An instant whelp somes up on his cheek. Kelso goes next, and bust's his right eye. It begins to swell, and blood starts to dribble down it. The next two deliver a gut punch—causing him to double up. The next grabs Dustin by the hair, and pops him in the mouth, busting his lip. The rest follow same suite, busting Dustins mouth even more. My lil b*o was now a bloody mess, curled up on the floor in a fetal posistion, clutching his belly. I give him a few seconds, prolly more than I would anyone else. Then I command “git up” “Repeat after me—I swear to the Diamond Dawgs my loyalty and allegience” He repeats. “I swear to protect, and to serve my new broth ers” He repeats. “I swear this oath with my heart, my soul, my muscles and blood” He repeats. “I swear this for the rest of my days” He repeats.
“Then kneel, once again” I pick up the sword that Kelso had placed on the table earlier. Dustins kneels before me, with right leg up, the left crossed behind it. Right arm on the knee, and left arm reaching over grabbing his right wrist. Lifting the sword, and placeing it on his left shoulder, I begin “By the power bestowed upon me by all cadets here present, (now moving the sword to the right shoulder) I make thee a knight, of the Diamond Dawgs” “You may rise, Sir Dustin “
Dustin stood up, with tears rolling down his face. His bloody face dripping in blood and sweat. A smile came across, in spite of obvious pain. I look over at Kelso and commanded “take him”
Kelso grins, and without hesitation, grabs Dustin by the hair, pushing him back down to the floor. He looks him str8 into the eyes, and commands “suck it” Dustin does as he is told and opnes up to take kelso's 8 ½ inches in his mouth. Kelso fucks his mouth without mercy. For ten minutes Dustin chokes and gags, until kelso finally blows his load in my b*o's mouth. He chokes it down, remembering that you had to “consume your brothers seed” The next cadet followed suite with out any pause, and then the next 5 as well. By now lil b*o prolly had a quart of jizz in his belly. Then I was last. So as to not show favoriteism like Kelso, I grab Dustin by the hair, and point my enormous 10 ½ cock at his eyes. Dustins eyes opened even wider now, with “the myth” fully realised that his big b*o had the biggest dick around. I look at him and simply said “open” He slowly did as commanded. I slowly pushed about half my length into his mouth. Pulling in and out a few times, and then plunging the full 10 ½ “ into his throat. I pushed hard, to make sure he remembered this moment. The feeling in my guts of thinking my big jock cock was in the back of my lil bros throat was making my head spin, along with the buzz from the others getting high earlier. I reached down and squeezed my nuts, to the point they hurt. I tensed up, my thighs exploding the muscles to full pump, my chest became red from the pressure. I let out an “ahhhhh” and exploded into my lil b*o's mouth—grabbing him by the throat and messaging his adams apple to make him swallow it. The guys started chanting--”chug it, chug it, chug it. Dustin gagged and choked but swallowed down my seed, determained to not let it spill, and possibly dissapoint his big b*o, and now Captain.
Finally spent, I pull out of my lil bros mouth. He had taken it all—a feat few have done. I smile at him, and then motion the other cadets to come over for the “final” Each one then took Dustins mouth, and spit into it, like we did in football. We called it “luck” Each then picked up a lighter from the table, and lit Dustins candle.
“Beginning tomarrow you will have one last task to perfrom. You will follow the command of each cadet, and perfrom the task they order you to do. This is a show of loyalty” After the completion of this, we will then re assemble for the final ceromony” Dustin looks at me sheeplishly and asks “the mohawk”? “Ya lil b*o, the mohawk” :)
My b*o and me how now bonded in a way that few ever have. That bond would then continue for life, and never be challenged by anyone.
“Aight dawgs—party till you drop”
“And happy b-day lil b*o”
Dustin just smiled, with tears in his eyes.
In this chapter of “Matts Skatepark Aventures” will be the tale of the “bonding” that happened with myself, and my lil br o. What started with some crushed nuts would ultimately grow to, as put by others, “The Dillon Dawgs “ a force to be feared. . It will serve as a bridge, if you will, from the previous to up-coming chapters. This is a true story.
Jamie and me arrive at the park and park in the parking lot. (how many times can YOU say park in one sentence, lol) I hop out and dash for the bath house, still barefoot, from leaving my kicks with Mr. Wilson. There are about a dozen dudes huddled around the entrance. I holler at them as I approach to “get the fuck up outta the way” Upon entering, I run up to my lil b*o, Dustin, laying on his back, clutching his guts, crying out in pain. I ask “what happened” and Kelso reports he hit a big crack in the pavement, and his board came up between his legs, and popped his nuts. “OK, lets check him out—he prolly sunk one” I instruct 2 of the sk8trs to get everyone out, except for them and Kelso, and stand guard. Nobody comes in. I tell Kelso to grab his right foot, and I got the left, and pull his kicks off. I instruct Dustin to lift his butt up, and Kelso and me slide his shorts off. “What the fuck Matthew”? Comes out of Dustins mouth. I tell him just to chill, and do what I tell him.
“Fuck you Matthew, get off me punk” I respond to him “lil dawg, I know ur hurtin, and I know it's bad. And It's going to get a bit embarrassing for a bit—but you got to chill and do what I tell you. We got to check you out to see if you sucked up a nut” “Like you fuckin care—I aint one of your “homies”. They all you fuckin care about. And ur skate-park “kingdom” as you call it”. “If you watched out for me, and took care of me like you do any fuck out here I wouldn't be laying here” I glance at Kelso and say “he's fuckin delirious”. Dustin's face was red, tears rolling down it. Still holding on to his belly, I take a look at his nuts. They are red, and sure enough, one seems to be missing. “Yep, just what I thought—you got a nut missing lil b*o, we gonna have to find it” Dustin screams out “just make it stop hurting---aggghhh” I tell him to drop his feet down to both sides of the bench. I begin to gently rub around his pelvic area, just to the left of his pubes. I notice in the back of my mind that lil b*o was starting to grow up---nice bush for a 13 yo. In fact, nice package all around. “Looks like you sprouting early b*o—just like me”
About this time some dude from outside pushes his way into the bath house. I hear him say “fuck ya'll, Dillon dont own this fuckin place. I need to piss. He pushes past the “guards” and see's what's going on. “What's up Dillon ?? Having fun there wit ya lil b*o”? I snap, and like a wild man, turn around, doubling up my softball sized fist, and bust him in the side of the head. A small crowd had reemerged inside the house, and calls of ohhh, ahhh, and oh fuck ring out. Mark Simmons, who was on the team with me back at HS, takes a fall backwards, hitting one of the sinks in the small of his back. He bows backwards, and the back of his head hits the mirror on the wall, shattering it. I turn back to Dustin, but in just a few moments I hear someone saying “you better stay down dawg”. I turn back to see Simmons standing, and as he approached I gave him two more pops to the head—this time sending him into the wall, his face now bloody. I point my finger at him and just say “stay”, like he was a dog.
Now back again, to my lil b*o, I can see purple just left of his pubs. “OK I see the nut now—it's up about an inch” “We gonna have to pop it back out b*o—and it's gonna hurt like all fuckin hell, but you gonna have to cowboy-up and take it. I gently place my middle and ring fingers right where I see his sunken nut. I then says to Dustin “ok b*o when I tell ya” and with that I raise my hand up and give his nut a hard slap. Dustin lets out a blo od curling scream, the like of which I had never heard. “aggghhh you fuckin bitch ! I fuckin hate you---aggghhh” I instruct Kelso to grab him under his pit, and I took the other side and says “let's get him up. Gotta get vertical, to make sure that nut hangs back down in his sack”. We get him up and I walk behind him, now holding him up by myself, clutching his chest. Dustin still screaming, “just let me go Matthew” I tell him to “shut the fuck up, and lay back down” I tell him to relax, and try not to tense up. In a few moments he finally calms down, and I asked him “so what's up with all the hostilities”? Dustin, still angry responds with “I told you—I fuckin hate you ! You never give me any attention. You been living back with me and mom for two years now, and I never even been down to your room. But all your buds have. I hear ya playing video games, and hollarin and shit. And I know ya's getting high too cause I can smell it. You ride around in your precious little jeep like some high and mighty jock. I never even sat in your jeep ! I done got my ass beat 3 times in YOUR fuckin skate park, and you dont even know it. But fuck, let one little fuckin dude show up without an elbow pad and ur off to the skate shop buyin them shit. You never spent a fuckin dollar on me –you dont even know I'm there-so why the fuck you care if I busted a nut”?
I couldn't help but grin just a bit—the way he put that last part, “bustin a nut”. Dustin keeps on though, with “and I bet you think that it's been mom layin out ur fuckin uniform on ur bed the last two years too every fuckin game day” “What'? I says, “that's been you b*o”? “Ya it's fuckin been me” “I thought you said you never been down to my room”? Dustin replies with “just for that—I mean you never asked me if I wanted to come down and just hang out—you know, with my big all-star jock ass b*o”
I continue with “you cleaned up my cleats---and polished my helmet”? “Ya I did all that shit---and never missed a home game—EVER !” I couldn't hold in what my lil b*o was telling me, and started crying myself. “So you done all that, all this time ? What about the note dawg”? “Ya Matthew, I did that too” I couldn't hold it anymore, and started sobbin now like a baby. “What the fuck Dillon—what you talking about”? Asked Kelso. By this time a small crowd had managed their way back into the bath house. They just stood there, quite and respectful.
“Like he says, every Friday, on game day, my uniform had been layed out on my bed. Pants, jersey, and pads layed out like someone laying there on my bed. Helmet up top, all polished up. Cleats and socks on the floor”. “Ya ya Dillon—what fuckin note yo”? I reach up with my right arm, and tap the tattoo on my back shoulder. “Ya dawg—everybody knows that tat. Fuck, there's a pic in the year book of it” “So what's that got to do with some fuckin note”? I calmly reply, choking back the tears--”Kelso, that IS the fucking note” Dead silence now in the bath house. Nobody was breathing. “Just like Dustin said—every game day, my uniform was always layed out. And right on the numbers of my jersey, was this little note. That big ass beautiful diamond—hand drawn. And arced across the top “go Diamond Dillon”
I thought it was so fuckin kewl, that I had it inked on my shoulder my sophomore year”. Kelso looks at Dustin and calmly asks “you the one that come up with that lil dawg”? Dustin very softly replies with a “yes” Every one was silent—except for Simmons. “Looks like you get another trophy Dillon---dick of tha year” I yell at a couple of dudes still in the doorway to “get him the fuck outta here” Simmons gets up, bloody and weak from his beat down, and says he don't need any help, and walks himself out.
“Go go Diamond Dillon” had quickly become my slogan. It was printed in the school paper many times. Announcers even yelled it out at games. By the third game of my sophomore year I had traded my big dick for the ink---already at 9” by then. That was my first piece of ass off a dude. I never, until that moment, realized that it was my lil b*o that came up with it—I assumed it was mom.
“Come on b*o—let's get you home, and some rest” Exhausted now, Dustin doesn't put up a fight. I motion to Kelso to help me get him to the jeep. We arrive back at our pad, and I ask Kelso to help Dustin into the house. “Take him down to my room—it's darker, and cooler down there. Get him out of those shorts, and those tighty whities, and fish out some b-ball shorts from a drawer. They will be loose, so his balls can hang free—make him rest. I gotta go take the lawn equipment back to Granger, and then run over and pay the rent” Kelso says he will take care of Dustin, to not worry.
I run to do the errands, and return home in about an hour. Walking down the stairs to my basement room, kelso is sitting in front of my 55” TV, playing X-box. My b*o is laying on my bed, asleep now. I looks at Kelso and softly ask him “what's up with this”? Pointing at b*o, who was wearing my game jersey from the championship last year. “He said he just wanted to wear it. Didnt explain why. I figured if it calmed him down, and made him feel better you wouldn't mind “ I tell him “naa dawg—it's kewl. Just surprises me after the way he went off on me”. “Ya Dillon, but ya know—little dawg was right. You pretty much ignored him ever since you moved in with your mom after your dad took off for Mexico” I go on with “ya, I guess so. I just never gave it any thought—he was just a little k** to me I guess” Kelso continues with “You know Dillon, I thought you was smarter than that. So all these years you tellin me you never seen the hero worship in that dudes eyes ? I mean, with your dad gone and shit, you the only man in his life ! He aint had nobody to explain to him shit like waking up with a boner, or maybe sticky shorts, or jackin off. Nobody to teach him about girls—and how he's almost ready to start thinkin about pussy ! The little dawg is a wreck yo, but still worships the fuckin ground you walk on”
I sat on the edge of my bed, next to Dustin. I just look at him laying there, all innocent lookin and shit. I put my face into my hands, tryin not to choke up again. Looking up at Kelso, I tell him I felt bad. Worse than I ever felt in my life. “What the fuck am I gonna do to make up for all this shit”? “Y'all are right man-I been a total fuckin prick” “b*o got no idea how much I love him, but I guess I just never showed him” From our noise I guess we woke Dustin up. He stirred a bit, and rolled over on his back, still holding on to his belly. Eyes still closed he mummers “you can make me a diamond dawg” I turn to face my b*o and just said “what”? Dustin repeats--”You can make me one of your diamond dawgs, so then I can be one of your home bois” I didn't say anything, just looked at him. “Cant do that b*o---you too young” “Oh fuck you then Matthew---see Kelso, I told you . He dont want me fuckin around him” I pipe up kinda hostile “it aint that lil b*o---you can't be a member of the crew without being initiated”. Dustin comes back with “so fine—then I'll do it” I yell back at him “NO” Dustin comes up off the bed, ripping off my jersey, throwing it on the floor. He then proceeds up the stairs shouting another “fuck you” slamming the door at the top.
“Goddamm b*o—you working hard on that asshole of the year ribbon huh ? Kelso says, preparing to block a punch. “Fuck you Kelso, I aint gonna punch you. He can't be in the crew—he's too fuckin young. Kelso comes back with “minimum age is 14---your rules” “Ya, well he aint 14 yet”. “jeez Dillon, that's tomorrow” I stare at Kelso, knowing he's my best friend, but even with that it pissed me off when one of my homies would put me in “check” I just sat there, staring at him. It's hard to “man up” when you know you are wrong, and everyone else is right. “Fine” “Call everybody up—we do it tonight” “Not good yo—he aint 14 just yet—you know, age of consent and shit” I reply with “Not a problem---he was born at 12:15 in the morning. Ceremony will start at midnight. Everybody shows—no exceptions” “Got ya dawg”
I go upstairs while Kelso makes the calls. Open the door to Dustin's room, finding him laying on his bed, curled up, whimpering like a puppy. “Aight—so you want in “? “Fuck off Matthew” “Look—I aint fuckin with you now—last chance—do you want in “? Dustin paused a few moments, then finally answers “yes” “You gotta get initiated, I can't make exceptions for you just cause you my lil b*o”. “That's fine Matthew, I'll do whatever everybody else had to do” “Look dawg—you gotta get beat in” Dustin turns over now and asks “like what ya mean”? “Damm dude—we gotta beat your ass, til you bleed. You have to shed bloo d for the crew to show your loyalty. Then you take the oath” Dustin comes back with “you know Im tougher than you think. I can take it. Doubt it's worse than what dad did” I reply with “Then there's more—ya gotta get sexed in after that” Dustin, looking fearfull now says “what”? “You gotta blow every dude in the crew—till you swallow their junk. That's the “bonding” “That's fuckin sick Matthew—but I'll do it. Does that mean you too”? “Ya lil dawg—me too—no exceptions” Dustin gives me a smirk on his face. I just look at him—not sure what to think. Did he know about his big b*o packin the biggest dick at school ?? I decided to deal with that later..
“Aight then—I'll get us and Kelso some pizza. Im starving. YOU get ur ass cleaned up. After we eat, then you can come back downstairs. You have to kneel and meditate for one hour. Then make your final decision if ya want to go ahead. We begin at midnight.
“Matthew” “Ya dawg—what”? “Do I get a mohawk—like you and Kelso, and the rest”? “Fuck—you have to text mom and ask. Cause she don't really like them”. “Ahh fuck Matthew—she'll just say no” “You gotta ask Dustin—we cant have mom pissed off at us. She got plenty of other shit to worry about” “Cant we just do it—then it's too late and she cant do anything about it” “LOL—ya ?? cept starve us and cut off our balls” “Oh come on Matthew” “Look Dustin, if you want to get into the crew you gotta stop actin like a little boy. This is serious shit—in about 4 hours you will be all but a man. You gotta learn that now you have to take orders—and take them without question” “And speaking of little boy—after tonight—no more tighty whities. “It's either boxers, or freeballin” Dustin kinda grinned a bit—I could see the “hero worship” starting to come back now.
“I'll call mom—you just go get cleaned up”
The boys started showing up about 10:00. Mom always worked a 12 hour shift—so she would'nt be in till 6:00 AM. It took some convincing but she finally said Ok for Dustin to get a mohawk. “He's just trying to emulate me mom, it makes him feel good”
Everybody gathers down in the basement—in my room. There's some Zepplin playing on the stereo, a couple dudes playing X-box. “Pleasantries” exchanging with Dustin, one dawg showing him “the shake”. One asked if he was nervous, to which he replied “fuck ya”. I had got more pizza—some were chuggin on some beer, a couple getting high. My lil b*o seemed happy, and I just gazed at him, smiling. There was way more in store for him after tonight—it was time to make things right.
It got to be 11:00 PM, and I told Dustin it was time for him to “kneel” I had given him a “Manuel” earlier so he could study up on how the initiation went. He went to the wall, just to the right of the TV, and knelt down, hanging his head. This would be his 1 hour meditation that was required. The rest kept on with what that were doing, except gradually getting quieter.
Midnight had arrived. “It's time” Everyone stopped what they were doing, and lined up in a semi-circle. Anticipating the time, each had removed their shoes, and shirts. Kelso had lit 7 white candles, leaving one new one unlit on the table. I gave the command “attention” and each member snapped to a military parade rest—with arms behind their backs, hands clasped. Feet about 18” apart—heads str8 ahead. Damm, I smiled—they did it so perfect. Marines didn't have shit on us.
“Dustin Dillon—front and center” in a calm but strong voice, issued the command. Dustin posistioned himself in the center of the arc, facing me. “On your knees” Dustin knelt to his knees, and placed his arms behind his back, like the others.
“What say ye” ?
“I say YES, my Captain”
“Are you prepared for intiation, and for the sacrafice of your body and blood for your brot hers “?
“I am, sir”
“Are you further prepared, to then take the oath, and seal that oath with your blood, forever”?
“I am, sir”
“What then is your request “?
“Sir, I request to become a diamond dawg, by 100 percent vote”
“Are you sure”?
“Yes sir”
New recuits have the option of majority vote, or 100 percent vote. If they choose 100 percent, then all members have to accpet, or the pertition is denied.
“Leiutenant”
“Yes sir, Captain”
“Have you and the crew reviewed the pertition”?
“Yes sir, we have”
“And what say ye”?
“With pride, sir, we say ye ALL, YES.”
I notice a tear start from Dustins right eye. He was so proud already, and me of him.
“Then let us begin”. Rise Dustin Dillon, and strip. Dustin does as commanded, and stood at attention, waiting.
“AS your leader, I will deliver the first punch. The rest will follow, with one punch each” The rules call for face or gut only. No punches to ribs, k**neys, throat, or nuts.” “And if any of you cadets lighten up, because this is my natural lil b*o, you will do push-ups until you pass out”
And so with that, I rear back my right arm, doubling up my fist, and strike my lil b*o in the face. An instant whelp somes up on his cheek. Kelso goes next, and bust's his right eye. It begins to swell, and blood starts to dribble down it. The next two deliver a gut punch—causing him to double up. The next grabs Dustin by the hair, and pops him in the mouth, busting his lip. The rest follow same suite, busting Dustins mouth even more. My lil b*o was now a bloody mess, curled up on the floor in a fetal posistion, clutching his belly. I give him a few seconds, prolly more than I would anyone else. Then I command “git up” “Repeat after me—I swear to the Diamond Dawgs my loyalty and allegience” He repeats. “I swear to protect, and to serve my new broth ers” He repeats. “I swear this oath with my heart, my soul, my muscles and blood” He repeats. “I swear this for the rest of my days” He repeats.
“Then kneel, once again” I pick up the sword that Kelso had placed on the table earlier. Dustins kneels before me, with right leg up, the left crossed behind it. Right arm on the knee, and left arm reaching over grabbing his right wrist. Lifting the sword, and placeing it on his left shoulder, I begin “By the power bestowed upon me by all cadets here present, (now moving the sword to the right shoulder) I make thee a knight, of the Diamond Dawgs” “You may rise, Sir Dustin “
Dustin stood up, with tears rolling down his face. His bloody face dripping in blood and sweat. A smile came across, in spite of obvious pain. I look over at Kelso and commanded “take him”
Kelso grins, and without hesitation, grabs Dustin by the hair, pushing him back down to the floor. He looks him str8 into the eyes, and commands “suck it” Dustin does as he is told and opnes up to take kelso's 8 ½ inches in his mouth. Kelso fucks his mouth without mercy. For ten minutes Dustin chokes and gags, until kelso finally blows his load in my b*o's mouth. He chokes it down, remembering that you had to “consume your brothers seed” The next cadet followed suite with out any pause, and then the next 5 as well. By now lil b*o prolly had a quart of jizz in his belly. Then I was last. So as to not show favoriteism like Kelso, I grab Dustin by the hair, and point my enormous 10 ½ cock at his eyes. Dustins eyes opened even wider now, with “the myth” fully realised that his big b*o had the biggest dick around. I look at him and simply said “open” He slowly did as commanded. I slowly pushed about half my length into his mouth. Pulling in and out a few times, and then plunging the full 10 ½ “ into his throat. I pushed hard, to make sure he remembered this moment. The feeling in my guts of thinking my big jock cock was in the back of my lil bros throat was making my head spin, along with the buzz from the others getting high earlier. I reached down and squeezed my nuts, to the point they hurt. I tensed up, my thighs exploding the muscles to full pump, my chest became red from the pressure. I let out an “ahhhhh” and exploded into my lil b*o's mouth—grabbing him by the throat and messaging his adams apple to make him swallow it. The guys started chanting--”chug it, chug it, chug it. Dustin gagged and choked but swallowed down my seed, determained to not let it spill, and possibly dissapoint his big b*o, and now Captain.
Finally spent, I pull out of my lil bros mouth. He had taken it all—a feat few have done. I smile at him, and then motion the other cadets to come over for the “final” Each one then took Dustins mouth, and spit into it, like we did in football. We called it “luck” Each then picked up a lighter from the table, and lit Dustins candle.
“Beginning tomarrow you will have one last task to perfrom. You will follow the command of each cadet, and perfrom the task they order you to do. This is a show of loyalty” After the completion of this, we will then re assemble for the final ceromony” Dustin looks at me sheeplishly and asks “the mohawk”? “Ya lil b*o, the mohawk” :)
My b*o and me how now bonded in a way that few ever have. That bond would then continue for life, and never be challenged by anyone.
“Aight dawgs—party till you drop”
“And happy b-day lil b*o”
Dustin just smiled, with tears in his eyes.
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