Muscle Worship

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Two: Hazing

“Hey, Piers,” grunted Dudley, as his friend opened the front door.

“Yo,” Piers greeted mildly. They hadn’t said much to each other since the happenings last week; Dudley had had boxing practice at some rec center in London and Piers had been pretending to be just as busy. Dudley, even for the lazy boy he was, had always been wrapped up in something or another. Piers figured having an adoring, obsessive mother was a big part of that.

Though Piers’ heart palpitated painfully, he knew imagining a repeat of the previous events would be too much to ask for. Dudley had probably had time to realize Piers wasn’t a girl, and was a poor excuse for one at that.

Dudley ducked into Piers’ house and tossed his blue hoodie on the floor. Piers breathed in at the sight of Dudley in a baggy wifebeater, his thick arms bulging splendidly. “So what’s up,” Dudley stated; it was no question.

“Nothing, you,” Piers said back, picking up the sweatshirt and hanging it lovingly on the coat rack.

Dudley flopped onto the couch and leaned back, running a hand through his bangs. “Naw,” he said deeply. “Practice is retarded. Everyone there’s ‘bout as big as you.”

Piers nodded with a shrug.

“Sorry,” said Dudley as though he didn’t mean it.

“Don’t be!” exclaimed Piers. He was only jealous that those boys big as him got to go in the match with Big D; get decked out by Big D, get put in their place by Big D. “So… what’s up?” Piers said awkwardly.

“I just said what, didn’t I?” grumbled Dudley.

“No… I mean… What you want to do? Watch tele?”

“Naw,” Dudley shrugged, scratching his neck. He opened his legs wider, the baggy trousers falling over his stainless white trainers.

Piers couldn’t help but stare, remembering the huge cock that was hidden beneath all that material. “You wanna… go upstairs and listen to CDs?”

“No,” replied Dudley.

“Well.” Piers smiled nervously, feeling awkward as he stood there. “What’s… what’s up?”

“Holy fuck!” Dudley declared. “Give it a rest, mate!”

“Okay, sorry.”

Dudley shifted his legs and rested his hands on his wide knees. “Are you queer?”

Piers stood still, his entire body feeling like ice. He breathed in. “NO—“ he started loudly, but Dudley cut him off.

“Yeah, me either,” he said easily.

Piers nodded slowly, his mouth feeling raw and dry. “Yeah… I know.”

“But I figure I need practice,” continued Dudley. “You wanna help out?”

“Huh?” Piers questioned, raising his eyebrow. ‘Practice? Practice with what?’

“There’s this girl. Sarah, you know?”

“Yeah,” Piers said, a bit more defiantly than he meant to. The girl in question was just Dudley’s type—rail-thin, giggly and mean as dirt, her perky little breasts popping out a too-small tank, her black hair rippling around her shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”

“She likes me,” said Dudley easily, like this was a common occurrence, something he put up with just because. “She watches me all the time. I seen her in London, too. Lookin’ at me while I box, right? She a nice thing, she is.” He leaned back deeper into the white upholstery and grinned.

“Yeah,” repeated Piers. ‘What does that bitch ho have to do with me?’ he wondered darkly.

“But the thing is,” Dudley continued,” I seen porn on it but I ain’t done the real thing, and I figure it’d be a couple weeks at least before she does it, and I need to know where to keep my hands and stuff. And you could help me.”

“With?” Piers asked, his heart rate climbing.

“A friend helping a friend,” said Dudley Dursley.

“Big D, I don’t get it.”

“I want you to blow me,” Dudley shrugged.

Piers stared. “You wanna what?”

“Don’t act deaf. You heard me. It’s okay. You ain’t queer. I ain’t queer. Plus, judging by last time, you don’t mind,” Dudley leered. “What you say to that?”

‘Is he even thicker than I knew? Or a FUCKING GENIUS?’ Piers asked himself, feeling his face redden, but his stomach squirmed wonderfully. “Eh…” He tried to say something meaningful, or else something with no meaning, something stupid, off-hand, something that indicated disgust… “I… I’m not gay, Dud,” was what he managed to stammer.

At this, Dudley snorted. “Yeah, well, it ain’t like it will mean anything.”

Piers was not so certain.

“Well, come on, then,” Dudley said, unzipping the front of his jeans. Piers wondered how in the hell he could be so casual about this—it wasn’t casual, it was insane. Dudley, a blow-job? With a guy? ‘With me!?’ Piers thought excitedly. He trailed over to the couch, his knees shaking.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“Are you a retard?” Dudley wanted to know, pulling his trousers down over his bulky thighs, revealing blue plaid boxers. Piers stared. Dudley wrenched down his boxers, and spread his legs wider, pulling out his cock in one hand.

Piers kept staring.

“Get on your KNEES, you fucking GIRL!” Dudley bellowed, suddenly looking more than a little aggressive.

“What, Dud? O—okay!” Piers exclaimed in a squeak, “all right, all right!” He did as he was told, dropping to his knees in front of his muscular friend, faced to look directly at his dick.

“That’s better,” Dudley grunted, and to Piers’ horror and happiness, he scooted further on the couch, leveling himself with Piers’ face.

“I—“

“Shut the fuck UP, Piers and suck me—“

Piers’ head was spinning. ‘This can’t be real, this can’t be real—‘

“Suck me off, you faggot,” Dudley snarled and projected his cock out further with a thrash of his hips, within inches of Piers’ head.

“Okay—“ Piers said, nodding. He was sure Dudley had just meant the ‘faggot’ comment as an insult and nothing more. But that didn’t matter at the moment, anyway. He had to do the very thing he’d been fantasizing about for years.

Slowly, he leaned forward and reached his hand toward the shaft of Dudley’s cock. Cupping the shaft of it slowly, he scooted closer to the couch, situated between Dudley’s enormous legs. He brought his mouth to Dudley’s dick and opened it, encircling the fleshy tip, letting it fill his mouth—

“Fucker,” Dudley spat, shifting forward harshly again, slamming his penis into Piers’ lips.

The smaller boy was caught off-guard as the rod of Dudley’s cock was forced into his mouth, but after choking momentarily, he adjusted to it, began purse and un-purse his lips very carefully, getting a feel for it. He worked his tongue down over the skin, and supporting the thing up with his hand, he began to suck off Dudley, moving his face in and out, contorting his cheeks.

Dudley started breathing hard, and dropped his massive hands onto Piers’ shoulders, worked them up into his brown, straight hair. His cock hardened in Piers’ mouth.

Piers sucked harder, faster, until at once, he began to gag again,

“You fuck,” Dudley said darkly, and still coughing, Piers stopped at once at the tone of his friend’s voice. “You stupid—“

“I’ve never done this before!” Piers protested meekly, backing up,” I don’t know—“

“Little bitch.” Dudley got up, his cock still standing out firmly above his pulled-down boxers.

“Big D—“

“Fuck you,” Dudley said.

“Big D—“

“FUCK YOU!” Dudley shouted, and without warning, he grabbed Piers by the neck of his T-shirt and held him firmly, kneeling beside him and pressing him onto the carpet.

“Dud!” Piers whispered.

“You want a go?” Dudley asked ever so casually.

Piers said nothing, but nodded into the floor.

From above him, Piers could hear the clanking of Dudley’s belt, the boy grunting in a territorial way, and then suddenly, Dudley put both his legs on either side of Piers. He wrenched down Piers’ jeans. Piers knew what was happening but he couldn’t believe it. Every part of him shivered in anticipation.

“Say you want me, Sarah,” Dudley said next.

‘Sarah? Wow, he’s got a bigger imagination then I would’ve reckoned!’ Piers thought, impressed. “I want you,” he said breathily.

“Like you mean it.”

“I want you, I want you!” Piers shouted, his face pressed down onto the floor.

Dudley’s hands loosened the grip on his shirt and fell beside his shoulders, and without another word, Dudley brought a strong thrust against Piers’ backside. Piers let out a gasp. Dudley grunted again and drove harder, and Piers gripped the rug strongly.

“Dudley,” he moaned.

“Say it louder, you little bitch.”

“DUDLEY DURSLEY!”

Dudley slammed him again, his thick member rubbing Piers hard, sticking him through his boxers. Piers could feel his own erection, he wondered if he was a very disturbed case.
Piers moaned, but all at once, Dudley stopped.

Piers was blank for a moment, his backside throbbing in pain, but despite this, he rolled over to face his friend. Dudley was staring down at him with wide blue eyes.

“You—“ Piers began, but then Dudley grabbed Piers by the cheek, pulled up his face and kissed him hard against the mouth. As though it weren’t weird enough, Dudley peaked at that exact moment. A lake of cum pooled over Piers’ torso.

“You make an okay girl,” Dudley said.

They kissed again.

“Your name is Jennifer.”

Piers did not even want to ask why.