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Adam and Sam
Part 4 Day of Reckoning
Adam was waiting for Sam on the edge of the school playing fields some 250 yards from the school gates, both of his bags at his feet which he kept nudging nervously with the toes of his shiny loafers.
He watched as a forlorn looking Sam approached along the footpath. On arriving they just said a subdued hi. Both very nervous. Sam noticed Adam bite his bottom lip before saying "Guess this is it then bud". "Yeh, guess so" Sam replied. Adam hooked a bag over each shoulder then they walked silently toward the school gates.
As they approached the tall, black wrought iron school gates they watched other kids go one at a time through the wicket gate (small gate that allowed single access through the large gate). Their was no sign of the three girls. The boys passed through the wicket gate. Still no sign of Jas and her cohorts. Adam suggested that they had best wait and so they did.
At almost 7 minutes before the start of the first school period the two boys let out an audible sigh when, through the gate stepped Jas followed by Rene and Trish.
"That's what I like to see, you even waited for us. How obedient". Adam was about to speak when Jas sidled right up to his face "SHUT THE FUCK UP!". Adam turned his head away from her. " You speak when you are told! No questions! No trying to suck up to me...us" she said leering over her shoulder at the girls with a salacious wink. They grinned back at her. "You've got a rugby match last period today and we will be on the side watching you both running around in your little black shorts getting all muddy, getting all the attention from your admirers. Well! We will see about that!" Both boys looked at her..."Every second time you are passed or should receive the ball you will fuck up, drop it or make a bad pass got it! Then after the game tell the teacher you are going to do some extra fitness training and report to the cricket pavilion where we will be waiting...oh...and don't wear your boots, wear your white school plimsolls".
Trish interrupted "Hey Jas, three minutes to the bell". She looked the boys up and down then the three of them walked off. No time for discussion the boys made it to class just in time.
The boys met up at morning break. Beside themselves with angst. Their conversation centred around the pending rugby match and how they were going to be made to look stupid in front of everyone. Especially as it was the last match of the season. They had always been good sportsmen, always playing to their full potential but this was out of their comfort zone. They were being made to cheat! But then reluctantly agreed, it was a small price to pay for getting on the wrong side of Jas.
The rugby match was underway. Sure enough three very interested girls were on the sideline. Jas watched some girls nearby who, every time an attractive boy crashed to the ground they would squat down in an attempt to get a look up the leg of his short shorts. On several occasions it was Adam, who played down that side of the field.
During the first half Adam had fumbled three passes to him, made two bad passes himself and let the ball purposely slip from his grasp just two yards from diving over the line for a try. Sam had not had much of the ball (thankfully) and only had to make two bad moves.
Adam got some stick from the team at half time not to mention what the coach had to say to him. Fortunately for Sam his errors had been less noticeable.
The second half was well underway. Sam way playing down the side where the girls were stood. He stole a glance at the girls only to see them all crouching down to steel glance up the shorts of two boys who were scrimmaging for the ball on the ground. Again Sam was not getting much of the ball but made errors.
Adam was having a terrible time, getting too much of the ball and in turn making some bad mistakes. Twenty minutes into the half he was substituted. He sat on the sideline thoroughly dejected. Never, except for an injury had he had to leave the pitch. His only saving grace was the fact that his dad had not been there to see it.
The game ended, fortunately Adams team managed to win by just two points.
Back in the school dressing room. Adam was taking a lot of stick from his team mates. The rugby coach had asked him if there was a reason for his below par game to which he replied that he was just having an off day and that he and Sam were going to do some extra voluntary training after the debrief which seemed to appease him.
So, not having to shower and change they changed from their boots into their white school plimsolls.
As they walked over the sports field they spotted three figures hanging around by the cricket pavilion. Their hearts leapt in their chests.
Arriving at the pavilion they stopped where the girls were stood. Considering they had just played rugby they were quite clean. Just a few grass stains and patches of dirt on their plain short, black shorts and body hugging black short sleeved shirts with pale blue collars and cuffs. Their blue trimmed black socks pulled up to just below the knees. Arms, legs and knees stained with brown dirt marks.
Adam and Sam could not help but notice that all three girls were wearing their school tracksuits. All black with the same pale blue trim on collars and cuffs. All had their hair up in pony tails making themselves look quite intimidating.
"Nice to see you boys," Jas began. "My...you do look nice in your pretty rugby uniforms. Hope you enjoyed your game" sarcasm in her voice "oh and poor little Adam, he got taken off...what a pity." Glancing from one boys chest to the other. "I like these tight fitting shirts, they really show your nipples" then without warning she pinched one of each boys nipples, squeezed them, twisting hard, causing the boys to gasp and bend their knees. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh they both gasped. "That bloody hurt!" retorted Sam. Jay punched him hard right in his belly. Sam fell to his knees, doubled up and winded. "I told you!... You don't fuckin speak unless your told to! Now get the fuck up!" Sam rose to his feet, breathing hard, holding his stomach. "Put your arms down you Fuckin wimp!" Jay scolded. Sam conformed. Adam could only look on nervously while trying to ignore the pain in his nipple.
All the time Trish and Rene looked on, amused. "Now!" Continued Jas "Now to impress your rugby coach, two laps of the sports field! Go!" Stunned! Both boys took off running.
The distance was all of two miles, quite testing bearing in mind that they had not long finished a rugby match. They would have been somewhat pleased had they known that their rugby coach was watching them from the staffroom window with a degree of satisfaction that the boys were doing extra training.
Some 15 minutes later Adam and Sam returned, breathless from their exertions. Both huffing and dripping with sweat, socks now crumpled around their ankles. "That's better boys, all nicely warmed up for us" said Jas turning and walking away. The boys felt a shove in their backs. They looked at each other then followed on behind Jas.
Arriving at the rear of the pavilion Jas took a key from her pocket and unlocked a door. How did she have a key? Only she new the answer. The boys and their two escorts followed Jas into the building. Their was the smell of stale cooking in the air as they entered the kitchen then on through into what was the tea room. Someone switched on the lights, four of them with dull light bulbs and old fashioned white plastic shades hung from out dated brown flex. All the windows were blacked out with wooden security shutters. Brown linoleum covered the floor. Tables were stacked against one wall while chairs in stacks stood against another.
Passing the key to Trish, Jas told her to go make sure the door was locked. Trish returned but put the key in her pocket. The boys stood bewildered, their breathing almost back to normal. The girls sat on a table swinging their legs back and forth.
"Girls" ...Jas spoke now. "Why don't you two take Sammy here into the kitchen? Oh and shut the door. A resigned Sam glanced at Adam momentarily before he was lead into the kitchen. The door clicked shut.
Adam was about to say something then thought better of it as he saw the look in Jas's eyes. "So! I am a Fuckin skinny bitch then am I? Adam looked down to his feet not wanting now to make eye contact. "I ...we... are going to make you two pay for that comment. Do you know how that made me feel!? Adam raised his head "Don't you dare Fuckin speak". She was on a roll. Adam looked back to the floor. "Take your plimsolls and socks off" His brain did a double take not thinking he had heard correct. She repeated herself, her tone more irritated. Adam stooped down and removed them. She reached out and he gave them to her. The floor felt cold under his bare, warm feet. She put the items on the table. Then approached him again.
"You know something...? That video was supposed to be a bit of fun. I had someone plant my iphone above the cubicle just to get some video so we could have a laugh watching some of you boys having a piss and ...maybe just get a glimpse of one or two nice cocks that boys always brag about.
What a pair of idiots Adam thought to himself. Why did he a Sam have to do it there, in school, take a stupid chance? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He repeated over and over closing his eyes tightly. Now they were in this mess. "I have to give you credit in that department from what I felt through your little pants the other day" Adam twitched, his face turned red, she noticed. "look at you, good lookin boy, clothes always fit you (she picked at the shoulder of his shirt) nice body, nice hair and cute arse. (which she gave a hard slap as if to emphasise the point) Adam rocked forward with the impact. "And now your going to pay for it big time" she whispered in his ear. Threat in her tone.
"I expect you are dieing to speak..., explain everything away..., tell us how you and lover boy Sam were just messing around. ...That you just called me a skinny bitch in the heat of the moment...a little bit of boys banter...bigging each other up. You were certainly doing that alright! Oh...and...That...you...are...both...not...GAY!" That it was just a one off thing. Experimenting as teenagers do!
Adam hung on every word. She was ahead of him. Knew exactly what he was going to say. Every word. Well,... lets get your lover boy back in shall we? She then returned to sit on the table, swinging her skinny legs back and forth like two pendulums
"BRING LOVER BOY IN GIRLS!" she shouted. The kitchen door opened. Trish entered the room first. Then Adam's stomach churned, his heart missed a beat. He looked at Jas, standing there with a broad grin on her face, back again to Sam.
Sam was ushered into the room by Rene. She walked slowly behind him, hands on his shoulders, guiding him slowly toward Adam. He was naked! with the exception of his small white jock strap. Sam could not bear to look up but just kept looking down at the floor. He was positioned next to Adam.
"Weeell" Said Jas, looking from one boy to the other. "Turn all the way around slowly Sam so I can see all of your niiiiiiiice body" Sam slowly turned around giving her eyes full access to his body. Four pack abs. His tight, little bum framed only by the two elastic straps that held the pouch at the front in place. "Wow, you do have a nice slim body and what a cute little bum you have. Trish, be a sweet and go get Sam's clothes"
Trish returned carrying Sam's rugby strip and plimsolls, walked to Jay and handed them over.
"This just doesn't look right. So un fa...ir" Jas said. "There is poor Sam with no clothes on." Adam relaxed some when she scooted off of the table and approached Sam with his clothes. Then suddenly threw them backwards over her head and told Adam to strip! Adams heart leapt. He stood as if paralysed by her words. "Come on Adam lose the shirt and shorts or...would you like me to ask the girls to strip you ? like they did with Sam!
When Sam had been taken into the kitchen The girls removed a plimsoll and sock each from him. Had him bend over so they could drag his body hugging shirt down his slim body, Then took delight in making him stand still while they teasingly kept running their fingers up and down his bare inner thighs, each stroke getting nearer to his balls but just stopping short as they also rubbed each bum cheek . Then they made him put his hands on top of his head while they took his shorts off and told him to stay in position with his legs apart until Jas called them. He did not speak once during the ordeal.
Hesitantly Adam crossed his hands at his waist. Gripped the hem of his shirt and drew it up his body. His slender body stretching, making his torso even slimmer. The girls were fixed on him as he peeled the shirt off over his head. Then he undid the only button at the waist of the shorts , slipped them down his legs and off leaving them on the floor with his shirt. He straightened up to see three pairs of eyes fixed on the bulge in his small white jock strap. "See girls told you it was nice" She said, then indicted with her finger for him to twirl around . He mimicked Sam and turned slowly. The girls feeding on the site of his slim, tight, almost naked young body. His cute bum and almost six pack. They had probably also noticed the boys eyes slowly tearing up from the humiliation. This was the first time any female (except their mothers) had seen them almost naked.
"Put your Fuckin hands on your heads, spread your feet. They complied.
Jay then gave them permission to speak. Telling them to tell her something she did not already know.
Adam began , having been silent for almost half and hour he struggled as his mouth was dry. "You can't do this to us! We were only fooling around, how were we to know what you were doing (tears started to come) this is blackmail! Sam began to cry. He then managed to Say almost the same as Adam "You cant do this, you can't do this!" His body shook, his voice crackled as he tried to stifle back the tears. Both boys dropped their hands and became animated. Sam (not knowing what had been said before) said they were sorry! Whatever was said was said in the heat of the moment. Like Adam said we were just fooling around and when we called you a skinny bitch it...it...was just bravado, nothing else! Just playing off each other.
"SHUT...THE...FUCK...UP!" Jas shouted. "Get back into position!" Forlorn, they moved back. Placed their hands on their heads, fingers interlocked. Legs spread their bodies on full display.
Jas quickly moved behind them. She concealed behind her back a plimsoll. Acting so fast that even the girls had not seen her pick it up. She made the boys turn and face each other. she made them open their legs even wider. In a split second she whacked Adam's left buttock and just as quick his right. Sam tensed himself, he sucked in a breath as each blow landed on his bare buttocks. The boys bodies tensed as they resisted dropping their hands to rub themselves. The girls delighting in watching their flat bellies suck in and expand as they gasped for air. "If you want some more then just talk" were her next words.
"Liars...Liars...Liars! She hissed. "Do you think I am Fuckin stupid or something?"
She was angry! Enraged! She had decided on keeping it back for a future occasion but now she was livid and out of control. The plimsoll flew from her hand, Trish and Rene had to duck as it flew between them and bounced off the wall. From one of her tracksuit pockets she pulled out something similar to a mobile phone. Holding it in turn to each of the boys faces. Still raging she placed her finger on the play button, stood the small machine on the table. Trish and Rene were just as perplexed as the boys. This was not part of the plan.
The little machine, set to full volume began playing it's secret:
. "Sam, why don't you go down to the kitchen and get a knife and fork so you can come back and eat me?"
"Don't tempt me handsome boy!" (kissing could be heard)
"You taste odd".
"Sam" "I have just had the most amazing experience!" "Jas met me after school and wanted to go for a walk. We got to the cricket pavilion and stopped under that big old tree. She pushed me up against the wall and started snogging my face off"
"Fuck" "gross!"
"Shut up and listen" "the next thing she has my shirt undone all the way down and starts on my nips." "Then undoes my belt, snaps open the top of my trousers, shoves her hand down and starts playing with my balls and kisses me again, I'm as hard as iron. Then she starts rubbing my cock, she took hold of my cock and wanked me off through my pants. Shit man! It was so intense, I blasted all over her hand. I was so high that I even licked my own cum off her fingers!...that's the odd taste, I`d have cum all over her tits if she had any!"
(sound of both boys laughing)
(sound of message tone)"Shit Sam! THE BITCH HAS TAKEN PIC'S OF ME!"
" Wow!.... Boy! look at your little pants all wet CLICK... fucking hot! CLICK...Shit! The bitch is in that one!"
"I need to" .."knock one out..." . "No..ya perv, I need to get changed and clean up".
"LOOK
"Come over here"
"Why is it bud, that us boys always seem to look sexier in our pants than we do naked? " "You know" " every time I look in the mirror and see myself in just my pants I start getting a boner then I start caressing myself all over."
"Yeeeeh Adam "your balls are covered in cum" (sounds of cock sucking) . "Must be just that we have a bulge at the front and ..uuuuuugh...and cute little arses, our little treasures that we keep hidden away".
"Jeeeeeeeeeees" "You... are ...one ...dirty... Little...boy!
.....oooooooooooooooooooooooh...unghhhhhhhhhhh. Play with my balls...and keep licking..fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"
"Come on Adam",..(Sam gasping) you gotta finish me off". (muffled sounds of Sams cock being wanked, heavy breathing) .
Both boys stood listening, their near naked bodies involuntarily shuddering, wanting the infernal little machine to stop.
Trish and Rene sat open mouthed. Now able to understand Jas's rage.
The commentary carried on, right through when Adam's mum was talking to them, on and on.
It continued all the way to the point where they went down for tea.
Jas was seething!...She snatched up the little machine, and turned it off.
Approaching the two trembling boys she again waved it in their faces. Fuckin little liars. A stinging slap landed on each of their tear stained faces. She turned on Adam who was still wincing from the slap, her face now right in his. "How the fuck dare you! ...Oh!...I...know...more boy bravado...it was just a spur of the moment thing!...and you wanted to cum over my tits... but I ain't got any!" (she clasped both hands to the front of her jacket). She stuffed the machine in her pocket. She then placed both palms flat on Adam's flat stomach and slowly ran them up his bare skin. Arriving at his small nipples she pinched each nub between her skinny fingers and twisted both of them hard. "But you have, you've got tits!" Adam gasped, trying desperately to keep his hands on his head as the pain shot through him. Sam gritted his teeth and winced just as if he had been on the receiving end of Jas's fury. She released them but not before giving them a very sharp, painful twist.
"Time to end this session" she said, now calmer. THIS SESSION? The words fell straight on the boys ears. Surely there can't be more? "Can't be too late, your mummy's will wonder where you are and I suppose you have to go back into school and get your clothes. The boys had both stopped trembling, their eyes started drying up. Adams nipples were still painful. Their arms now beginning to ache.
Trish spoke next "Oh Jas, are you going to let me a Rene do, you know...?"
Both boys shot a wide eyed glance at Trish who was smiling, hands on hips.
"Oh girls" Jas said with a smile "how could I forget" the boys eyes followed her as she walked to the table. A feeling of foreboding total utter despair came over them both as she picked up two white plimsolls and handed one each to Trish and Rene.
Both girls dragged a chair into the centre of the room. Jas told the boys to take their hands off of their heads. Just to tease them she took them both by the hand and led them towards the chairs and two eagerly waiting girls who had taken a firm grip on the plimsolls, teasingly tapping their smooth soles on the palms of their hands.
Both boys now stood in front of their allotted chair. They wanted to speak, to plead for her not to make the girls slipper them but, seeing her mood they said nothing.
Some relief came over them when Jas picked up both pairs of shorts and handed them to them. Telling them to put them on. The girls displayed disappointment , she was going to let them wear their shorts. Having given the boys the wrong shorts they exchange them with each other, slipped them up to their slender waists and fastened the single button .
She made them both grip either side of the chair seats. Bent over, tops of their heads in the centre of the seats, legs apart, looking back between their splayed legs. The hems of their shorts just above the creases at the bottom of their small bums.
"Now girls! Take a look, see where the bottoms of their shorts are?" both girls nodded in acknowledgement. Shit thought Adam, she is so cool about this. He then felt his eyes beginning to water again. Jas spoke. "Now, make sure you don't hit below there because we don't want any marks showing" the girls nodded their understanding.
A totally surprised Adam was told to go and kneel down behind Sam, to keep his knees spread wide apart with his hands clasped behind his head and to sit on his heels. "I know!" Jas said. "In future when either of you hear the words DOWN BOY! You get in that position...ok boys? Say yes if you understand" They both mumbled yes "Nice one Jas" the two girls said.
As he took up the position he felt the legs of his shorts draw tight, up into his groin and the back of the waistband slip down. His eyes now in line, staring straight at the back of Sam's shorts drawn tight over his (he thought) gorgeous bum.
Jas pushed the other chair away. "Ok girls...Sam tensed...six each!" The girls looked puzzled... "On each cheek"...Sam steadied himself..."alternate each stroke then change sides. That makes six each on each side each by my reckoning!" ""Noooooo" Sam cried out with a sob. "SEVEN!" Jay hissed into his ear "who the fuck told you to say anything?" Sam visibly shook, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chair for dear life.
"Ok girls begin! They took up position each side of and in line with Sams raised bum. Trish raised her plimsoll first and about to strike when Jas shouted STOP! "I forgot to do something". Sams slim body shuddered when he felt her hands unfasten his shorts then pull them down, over each foot and off. "Ok girls, that's better and boys... just to show I am not a total SKINNY... BITCH! You can speak from start to finish!"
Adam watched Sams body tense, then shudder when the plimsoll struck with a slap! on his left cheek, then the right, Slap! Left, right...slap!...Slap!...Slap. His legs kept giving way, his reddening bum swayed from side to side as blow after blow struck him. For some reason Adam counted the strokes. At seven . The girls changed position. Seven more strikes, Sam screeched..."Nooooooooooo!...sob...sob...Noooomore...please! On the fourth change he was distraught...crying loudly...he kept begging them to stop, his voice breaking up from his sobbing and oooooooooooooooooooooooh
the pain.
Nooooooooooo!...sob...sob...Noooo...more...pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! He pleaded over and over.
Then ...finally...it stopped. Sam collapsed to his knees. His body covered with sweat. His bum bright red and looking very sore. Adam was still, silent. He noted the girls seemed to take delight in his best friends misery.
"Change places!" Jay scowled. Adam reluctantly stood up then helped Sam to his feet. "Leave him the fuck alone!" Jay hissed, annoyed again. "Get in position" she said grabbing the back of Adams neck with her scrawny fingers, shoving him toward the chair "Sam... DOWN BOY!"
Sam took up the desired position "knees wider!" she said tapping each knee with her foot. He spread his knees as far as he could. With his hands clasped behind his head he so wanted to rub his sore flesh and couldn't . He hurt, he didn't care. He just looked straight ahead. He sobbed and then saw Jay taking Adam's shorts off of him.
She smacked each of Adam's bum cheeks then told the girls to carry on. She stood back and watched the blows rain down on the boys defenceless buttocks and oh! How they were getting red. Adam stayed stoic. The pain racked his slim body. He shifted from one foot to the other as his body shook and his hips moved from side to side as the plimsolls hit their target, landing on almost the same two spots each time. His tears fell into the puddle that Sam's tears had left in the bowl of the seat. The sound of breath being sucked through his clenched teeth was audible.
The attack stopped. Four less than Sam had received. Adam's body visibly jerked as he tried to subdue his sobbing, his slender arms wobbled as he fought to maintain his grip on the chair and not reach behind to soothe his beaten buttocks. He had not cried out or begged them to stop, not a single word had passed his lips. Adam didn't see it but Sam did when Jas took the plimsoll from Trish. She swung it low and wide smashing it mercilessly across both of Adam's buttocks right below the two already deepening red patches, on fresh flesh. Jas stressed each word with each blistering blow: "Who!...Told!...You!...To!...Help!...Him!"
Sam looked on. Numb, unable to comprehend what she was doing to Adam. Not feeling his own pain. So lost in himself that he did not hear Adam cry out and beg for her to stop. All he could think was. Why was this happening to his best friend? His Handsome Boy...Why?
Then he heard DOWN BOY! And watched as Adam knelt beside him. Watched as he placed his hands behind his head. Watched as she kicked his knees wide apart as he sat back on his heels.
Then, finally she said "When you have both stopped snivelling, get dressed and get the fuck out of my sight! Say a word and that video goes viral. Youtube will only be the start, then your friends, then your families and of course... your precious mothers".
The last part of the statement hit both boys in the heart.
To Be Continued...
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