WARNING:
This story contains sexual acts between boys and at some point between men and boys. If this is not to your taste, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.
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This story is fictional.
Boys Love Torture (BB, b/B, bb, b/M discipline, spanking, oral, anal, cbt, bd, sm)
STORY NOTES:
A while ago, I read a story on Nifty that just sort of stuck with me. It was titled "Tortured in an Alley by Boys" by William C. Valentine II. It included two installments that first began On July 16, 2005. Sadly after the second submission on September 22, 2005, the series ended. Double sadly, I waited too long to get in touch with the original author.
William's story has continued to fuel a number of personal fantasy spin-off ideas. I tried contacting him to ask permission to try my hand at continuing the series but was unsuccessful at reaching him since his listed email is no longer working. His original story line has continued to "haunt" me, and I finally decided to sit down and try my hand at a sort of sequel or perhaps more appropriately, a variation on the original theme.
William, if you are still out there, please accept my apology for taking this liberty. The central "submission" theme remains and I hope you will enjoy my special "twist".
And now for everyone else, if you have not read William's original story, I would encourage you to do so now for background purposes. It is entitled "Tortured in an Alley by Boys" and can be found in the Authoritarian Section - "Index of stories prior to 2006."
I have taken the liberty of using the same main character names for continuity purposes only. Though some of the original story elements that inspired this variation are referenced, this is essentially a NEW STORY.
RECAP OF THE ORIGINAL STORY:
The story began when Bill, a man in his early thirties, found a story on the Internet that he wanted to act out in real life. It was about a guy like him, who submitted to a group of young boys who made him strip naked, then tied him up and proceeded to humiliate, torture and abuse him. He printed out the story and went out searching. Eventually he found a group of boys playing in an alley, and approached Dennis, the thirteen year old who was clearly the group leader. He shared the printout with Dennis, who thought it was sort of freaky. Nevertheless, he easily convinced his friends it would be fun to torture a naked adult man. And so they did.
The story really kicked into high gear with Part Two. Following the initial encounter with Bill, Dennis told his older brother Chip about what had happened and showed him the printout that Bill had given him. Fourteen year old Chip was totally blown away by the fact that a grown man would let a bunch of young boys do those things to him. He read through the story several times while he questioned his younger brother about the incident, and found himself getting painfully hard just thinking about the idea of humiliating and torturing a naked man.
The fateful moment came when Dennis pointed out that Bill's email address was included in the header. From that moment, Chip became obsessed with the idea of setting up another encounter with Bill. He emailed him and began scouring the Internet for information about ways to humiliate and sexually torment a man.
It didn't take long to set up another meeting with Bill, who seemed very eager to submit himself to a wide variety of humiliating and painful sexual acts. Chip found an abandoned farm house nearby, put together a group of boys, and spent the better part of the day, humiliating and torturing Billf . During that time, Bill was forcibly stripped, tied up, forced to suck the boys and drink their piss. His genitals were tortured by red ants and he had cactus needles stabbed into his hard cock and testicles. He also had to lick a boy's body who had not bathed for days and so on.
When it was all over Bill actually thanked Chip, and asked if they could do it again sometime.
The story continues to revolve around the three "Peterson" brothers who are now a year older.
They include:
"Chip" (Real first name is Chester, after his grandfather. No one dared to use his real first name. Unless, of course they had a death wish). During the last year, Chip had transformed from a cute 14 year old to a well muscled, incredibly handsome teen aged stud. Most adults adored him as a polite, respectful All American boy... good looking... athletic... confident... compassionate and so on. Which is, of course the image he liked to project to adults. His parents saw him as the loving son, devoted and protective of his two younger brothers. They were partially right. Chip really did care for them a lot, but would rarely show it. Instead he chose to terrorize and dominate his two younger brothers every chance he got.
It was much the same with other boys, younger, older, it didn't matter. Chip was the clear leader, the boss, the master. Typical of "teenage boy culture" Chip's power was based upon athletic prowess, which in Chip's case seemed to really manifest itself over the last two years.
He was a year-round jock now... football in the fall... wrestling in the winter... soccer in the spring and early summer. All of which he played with "reckless abandon" with absolutely NO regard for his own safety.
Dennis was one year younger than Chip. He possessed similar "All American Boy" looks, with short dirty blond hair, a pert little freckled nose, and piercing blue eyes.
As brothers, Chip and Dennis were fairly close, though you would never know it the way they went after each other. Being just a year apart in age, there was a natural rivalry which was further complicated by the fact that Dennis was an early "pubescent bloomer!" His bodily transformation seemed to be totally synched with that of his older brother... arm pit hair, pubes, penis growth, testicular drop, muscle growth... all seemed to be in total synch. Except for one area... even though he was now fourteen, facially, Dennis could easily pass for a ten year old boy.
But there was another thing, just a year ago Dennis had been a confident, strong demanding boy. While he was still pretty much the natural leader of his own group of friends, Dennis had suddenly developed a shyness and self-consciousness when it came to his body. He no longer showered with the other boys after a soccer game and wouldn't even change clothes while his brothers were in the room. Chip had noticed it of course, and thought it was sort of amusing. One day, Dennis seemed to have no problem with his brothers seeing him naked, and the next, he seemed terrified.
And finally there was little 11 year old Stevie (Well, almost 11. His birthday was coming up in a week.) Stevie was a very cute boy. His hair was a little blonder than his two older brothers. Up until very recently he had been wearing it in sort of a bowl cut, but now it was styled with a short spike like effect similar to his oldest brother Chip. It was clearly an indication of some degree of hero worship. Which cold be further confirmed by the fact that Stevie had started to dress like Chip, and suddenly began liking the same musical groups and movies as Chip did.
Although he was not nearly as developed as his older brothers, he did have a nice smooth trim little body, which seemed destined to a full athletic development. Though he was impatient with the speed of his own physical growth he was pleased with his body, with the exception of his facial cheeks which were just a little too "chipmunk like" for him. They were the type of cheeks that little old ladies seemed to always want to pinch as they said, "Isn't he cute!"
And as final "background" for the story I offer the following "Facts of Boy Life:"
While these particular "facts" may not be entirely true for ALL boys, they are certainly true to a great extent for a lot of boys!
Boy Fact #1- Boys are "pack animals" by nature. They tend to "run" in packs of some sort, be it a gang, a team, a club, a fraternity or whatever.
Boy Fact #2- Boys are natural conspirators. They are intrigued by secrecy.
Boy Fact #3- Boys have an almost insatiable need to face challenges, to prove their worth to other boys. Even the most "self-confident" boys are driven to continue to prove themselves over and over. This explains why they respond so quickly and easily to virtually any type of challenge or dare. The old game "Truth or Dare" is a perfect example. Get boys involved in that game and the "Truth" part of the game goes out the window quickly, and it becomes more like "Dare or Dare."
Boy Fact #4- Boys accept the fact that some sort of "initiation" is part of the "group joining" process. The relative importance of the group is in direct proportion to the level of challenge included in the initiation and is further enhanced by the level of secrecy.
Boy Fact #5- Boys can be very cruel and sadistic when "initiating" or punishing other boys. They can also easily justify acts that might otherwise be considered gay or perverse, as long as they are part of some initiation, penalty or punishment process.
Boy Fact #6- Initiations, punishments, or penalties (like those imposed as a result of losing a game or challenge) almost always involve nudity at some point!
Boy Fact #7- A horny teenage boy lacks common sense, or at best, has only fleeting moments of common sense.
Boy Fact #8- Teenage boys are pretty much horny 24 hours a day! Their desire to masturbate or engage in just about any form of sexual activity can become overwhelming. No matter how "straight" a teenage boy is, once he becomes "horned to the max", it is relatively easy to get him to engage in sex with other boys, with even the lamest justification.
Boy Fact #9- Most teenage boys go through a period of time when they are very self-conscious about their bodies (typically during the period when puberty is running in high gear and producing the most radical changes). However, once the major changes have solidified, the self-conscious feelings are typically replaced by extremely strong "exhibitionist" ones. This is particularly true of jocks.
Boy Fact #10- Many boys are fascinated by the concept of torture which is often incorporated into the games they play as either an integral part of the game itself, or simply as a penalty for losing. As they enter their teen years, these "tortures" tend to become increasing sexual.
And so, we pick up the story approximately a year later.
The Road Back To The House of Torture
Fifteen year old "Chip" Peterson stood in front of the mirror, admiring his naked body. He looked himself up and down and muttered to himself, "Oh yea, you are one fucking HOT dude!" as he flexed his muscles.
During the past year, Chip had really gotten into "buffing up." He worked out hard every day of the week and was now "reaping the rewards." He glanced over at a picture of him in a swim suit from just over a year ago. At fourteen, he had almost no signs of any teen muscle tone. And now a year later, here he was with a set of rapidly evolving teenage muscles and the clear indication of an emerging "six pack." The teen boy hormones had also been working overtime. What was once a modest patch of pubic hair had grown into a thick forest of dark hair with blond highlights. Or as Chip liked to call it, "My Golden Bush."
Chip loved looking at his body. He loved the fact that his muscles were really starting to show, but there was a lot more. Running his fingers through his short spiky blond hair he stared into the mirror with his warm brown eyes and mumbled, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the biggest stud of them all?"
Chip grabbed his cock which was once again fully engorged, showing almost seven inches of hard teen boy meat and started stroking. "Oh yea, baby, suck on it hard!" he gasped.
He was once again taking advantage of the fact that his two younger brothers were out of the house and the room the three of them shared. At fifteen, Chip was a fanatic masturbator, doing it usually four or five times a day.
Though Chip used many jack-off fantasies, for the moment he was pleasuring himself while thinking about the little blond chick who had given him a blow job the week before at his dad's company picnic.
"OH YEA, take all of my man meat Bitch!" he gasped as he prepared to shoot, "Yea EAT IT all."
As he felt his balls preparing to fire he remembered how he pulled out at the last second and shot a huge load all over her face.
"Oh Yea, BITCH!" he yelled as he gave in to his third orgasm of the day... sending four full volleys of rich teen jock cum onto the mirror. As his last blast hit, he heard a gasp from across the room. He turned his head and saw Dennis standing in the doorway watching him.
Dennis, was frozen in the doorway, and staring in awe as he watched what was happening. There was his older brother Chip, totally naked, standing in front of the full length mirror, cock in hand, shooting volley after of volley of thick white cum.
Chip glared at Dennis as he finished emptying his balls and shouted, "GOD DAM it Squirt, I told you before I don't like it when you go sneaking around spying on me! You could have a least made some fucking noise! And remember what I told you would happen if I caught you doing it again?"
Dennis remained transfixed for several moments as he stared at Chip's hard pulsing cock. He was, of course, pretty much guilty as charged. He had in fact snuck back in the house, knowing full well that his older brother was a frequent masturbator, and hoped he could catch him in the act again.
"UH, uh... well... um," he stammered.
While Chip felt a little embarrassed by the fact that his younger brother had caught him masturbating, and even worse, saw him cum, the truth was that Chip was actually even more turned on. But, being the older brother, he knew instinctively, that he needed to feign some level of outrage.
Chip looked at Dennis and snarled, "Okay, Okay, yea, I know it's your room too, anyway get your ass in here, close the fucking door and stop staring at my cock okay Squirt?"
Dennis slammed the door and did his best to avert his eyes as Chip pulled on a pair of cargo shorts.
Chip snapped at Dennis, "Like I said, what did I promise would happen if I caught you spying on me again?"
Dennis, blushed and mumbled, "Uhmmm, well, I guess you said you would punish me somehow..."
Chip gave Dennis a devilish smile and said, "That's right, and that is exactly what I'm going to do."
Dennis wined, "Ahhhh, come on Chip, please don't punish me, I promise I won't do it again. Can't you stop being a badass older brother this one time, and just forget about it?"
Chip laughed and said firmly, "NO Fucking way. You promised you wouldn't do it, and you did. So I am going punish you so maybe you will remember next time... got it?"
Dennis knew there was no sense continuing to argue. He knew Chip well enough to know that once his mind was made up, that was it. He lowered his eyes in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you say Chip." Needless to say he was not looking forward to being punished by his older brother. He knew how cruel Chip could be and had a feeling that Chip was going to be pretty hard on him. Then again, he thought, getting to see Chip shoot like he just did, made it a little worthwhile.
Chip turned back to the mirror and started fiddling with his hair, "We'll do the punishment in a little while, I think I have something in mind that fits your crime. Meanwhile what the fuck happened that was important enough for you to interrupt me while I was nutting? I thought you were going to be shooting hoops with Pete and Andy for a couple of hours?"
Dennis took a deep breath and then started chattering, "Well, me and Bobby and Pete and Andy were playing basketball in the old school yard, when guess who drove up in this big ass limo?"
Chip continued to primp his hair as he responded in a semi-bored fashion, "Oh hell, how the fuck would I know... was it George Bush?"
Dennis couldn't contain himself, "No, it was Bill... remember the dude we tortured a few times last year?"
Chip stopped primping, looked at Dennis and said mockingly "Yea, right, that Dude is long gone after what we did to him the last time. Remember how many times we emailed him since with no response. Yea it was fun, but get used to the fact that we won't be seeing him again." He turned back to the mirror and started checking out his muscles again.
Dennis moved closer and laughed, "Oh my fucking God, I can't believe this, my big brother really doesn't know it all! Holy Fuck!"
That seemed to get Chip's full attention. He turned from the mirror, glared at Dennis and snarled, "Okay Squirt, let's have it! And if you are bull-shitting me, I am gonna beat the fucking shit out of your sorry ass and make your punishment a lot worse!"
Dennis took another deep breath and then blurted out, "Honest to God Chip, it happened... we were shooting hoops... this big ass limo drives up... next thing you know Bill steps out and waves to me. I ran over and he asked me how we were all doing... and stuff like that... you know, just basic shit..."
Chip is already getting impatient, "I trust this will get better!" he snaps.
Dennis stammered, "Oh God, yes! ... so anyway we talked for a little while. Then he asked me if you were still around. I said yea. He seemed pleased about that and gave me this business card thingee to give to you. He said it had his new Email address."
Dennis handed the card to Chip.
Chip looked at the card and laughed as he examined it. It included just three lines of text in simple black and white (Email address:
"Bill Awaits Orders From
The Torture Boys Email: slavebill@live.com"
"You are so fucking lame dude! Anyone could print out something like this."
Now it was Dennis's turn to laugh, "Yea I know, but look at the back of the card!"
Chip rolled his eyes as he flipped it over and thought, "Lord my burden is heavy. Dennis is so easy to impress, I am gonna have to teach him a thing or two more..."
And then he saw it. The back of the business card was like something out of a fantasy/sci-fi dream. It was completely covered with multi-colored images which were also holographic. What was even more fascinating was the fact that as he moved the card around he saw a host of short textual snippets. Included among them were things like... "The ants attacked my cock and balls... I drank their piss... sucked their cocks, the boy leader fucked me hard..." and so on. All of which related directly to one of the days with Bill the year before.
Chip suddenly recognized the fact that what he was looking at required a LOT of technical savvy and money.
And with that Dennis had Chip's total attention.
It was Chip's turn to stammer, "Shit! Are you sure it was him? I mean that Bill Dude?"
Dennis smiled, "Oh yea! It was him for sure! He said he has been really busy this last year, but will make it up to us if we can get together again to do stuff."
Chip felt his cock begin to harden. Though he was straight, there was just something incredibly exciting about humiliating and sexually tormenting another guy, let alone an adult. Blood continued to rush into his cock as he started thinking about a return to the old abandoned farmhouse (which had since been dubbed, "The Torture House." Unbeknownst to his brothers and friends, he had actually been back to the house several times in the last month and had made some improvements, which he thought had probably been a waste of time. But now the urge was coming back... big time!
Dennis managed to suppress a smile as he noticed the bulge rising in Chip's shorts. He sensed there might be an opportunity to escape his own punishment by distracting Chip.
"So Chip, what do you think? Are you going to contact him and set up another torture meeting? Wow, the guys will be so excited about it... I mean wow!" Dennis blabbered.
Chip turned from the mirror and walked over to his computer and brought up his email program. He was, of course, totally hard all over again. He entered Bill's new address into his contact list and then sat back to think.
"God dam, here we go again," he mused. "What the fuck is wrong with me? One minute I'm blowing a huge load thinking about this hot chick blowing me, and the next I'm getting really worked up about humiliating and torturing a guy! God, I thought about doing some of this shit to girls, but it's not the same... maybe I really am just a freaking sadistic pervert after all."
Chip looked down at his crotch, saw the huge tent and laughed inwardly, "Okay, Chip you sadistic pervert, what should you do now?" He thought for a few moments and then started composing an email to Bill.
Dennis watched as Chip started typing furiously. He could tell Chip was really excited, and figured that all he needed to do was "fan the flames" a little more to get Chip totally distracted.
"Shit, Chip you're emailing him right now... aren't ya? Setting up a meeting huh? God this is going to be great! I can hardly wait. I have some really cool ideas for some really bad tortures!"
Chip smiled and nodded, "Yea, I am emailing him now... and let's talk about all those great ideas of yours... I wanna hear them all..."
Dennis breathed a sigh of relief. His little distraction plan seemed to be working.
Chip pressed the send button, smiled and looked at Dennis, "There we go, we'll see how he responds. Meanwhile you and I need to take care of some business."
Dennis said excitedly, "Oh yea, wait until you hear these torture ideas, you'll love em..."
Chip raised his hand and said, "Hey hold on there tiger, we'll get to your ideas soon enough once he gets back to us. Meanwhile we have to take care of your punishment... which I know I will love!"
Dennis's mouth dropped open, "Oh... ahhh... okay..." he stammered. He really thought his little plan had been working.
Chip smiled again and said, "Okay Bro, we have at least five hours before mom and dad get home, so we need to get cracking."
Dennis stammered again, "Oh, okay, what do you want me to do Chip?"
Chip smiled yet again and announced wickedly, "What I want you to do is to prepare yourself for punishment... NOW!"
Dennis seemed totally lost, "Ummm, okay, whatever you say... ummm... okay... "
Chip looked his younger brother over. Standing in front of him in sweaty gym clothes, quivering in fear, he looked sort of cute. His look of total confusion added more fuel to Chip's fire. He thought, "Damn, this may be more fun than I figured." And as always, that's when it came to him in a burst of inspiration... "Dennis's punishment must focus heavily on humiliation first... then pain... and then more humiliation... and what is the absolute best way to humiliate you Dennis?... what do you fear most right now little Brother? ... I know exactly what that is! DAMN, I guess it's about time I just accepted the fact that I am a true sadist... still... why the fuck is doing this stuff to my own younger brother such a freaking turn-on?"
He glared at Dennis and shouted, "WELL?"
Dennis was clearly disoriented, "Uhhh... I don't know what you want Chip..."
The fire in Chip's eyes was really starting to scare him.
Chip laughed, and said mockingly, "Okay, since you are my brother I'll make it really simple and give you one word... STRIP!"
Dennis's eyes popped wide open as he stammered... "You mean like totally naked?"
Chip glared at him and simply nodded.
Dennis's lip started to quiver, he desperately wanted to beg, but the look on Chip's face said it all, and so, with trembling hands he slowly began to remove his clothes. It didn't take long before he was standing before his older brother completely naked with his hands covering his genitals.
Chip laughed and said, "Hands behind your head Squirt... NOW! No need to hide your inheritance."
Dennis reluctantly placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and concentrated on trying to keep from passing out. He felt totally humiliated and violated. He knew, of course, that Chip was looking him over. The scariest part was the fact that he had a massive hard-on, which seemed to get harder the more he thought about Chip seeing it.
As if on cue, Chip grabbed Dennis'ss hard cock and said teasingly, "Wow little brother, looks like you have definitely inherited the "Peterson Penis" genes, maybe I should share your manhood with some other guys as part of your punishment. I'm sure they could come up with some fun stuff to do to you."
Dennis whimpered, "Oh God Chip, please don't do that?"
Chip laughed, gave Dennis's hard cock a final squeeze and commanded, "Okay go get one of our desk chairs and bring it over here, one of the old wooden ones."
Dennis ran across the room, grabbed a chair and hurried back.
He watched suspiciously as Chip placed the chair in the center of the room facing the door. He figured he was probably in for a spanking over Chip's lap.
What Chip did next started to scare him. He watched as Chip retrieved a black back pack from the back of their walk-in closet. He knew that it contained a bunch of the stuff they had used to torture Bill out at the old farm house, and that really scared him.
Chip set the bag down next to the chair, opened it, pulled an item out and held it up in front of Dennis's face, "Know what this is Bro?"
Dennis hadn't seen it before, and had no clue where Chip had gotten it, but, based upon some of the twisted stories he had read on the Net, he was pretty sure it was a butt plug... and worse, a vibrating butt plug since it had a wire and a little control box dangling from it.
Dennis stammered, "Uh... ahhh... I guess it's a... you know... ummm... a butt plug?"
Chip laughed viciously as he smeared some baby oil over the plug, "Very good Squirt! And guess where it's going?"
"Chip... oh please... SHIT... don't... make me!" he begged.
Chip laughed as he placed the butt plug on the chair seat, "Too late for that little brother, I warned you before, now get your little ass over here and sit on this NOW! Or I promise you it will get a LOT WORSE!"
Dennis desperately wanted to plead more, but "Chip was Chip" and he knew the case had been closed. And so, as a man condemned, he straddled the chair, lined his tight little hole up with butt plug and started to impale himself on it.
"Oh Yeah, Bro, go for it!" Chip chuckled as he watched Dennis wince while lowering himself onto the plug.
Dennis groaned, "OH FUCK... SHIT... GOD DAMN!" as he felt the plug forcing it's way into his most intimate area... "DAMN IT, CHIP... please..."
Chip looked at his sweating, suffering brother... and asked himself once again, "Damn, why is this turning me on so much?... Making my own brother suffer?... What the fuck is wrong with me?"
Dennis moaned again as he tried to lower himself further onto the nasty butt plug, "Oh Come on Chip... please don't make me go any further.. this fuckin hurts! I promise, I won't spy on you anymore!"
Chip placed his hands on Dennis's shoulders and said softly, "I know you're really sorry little brother, and know you won't do it again."
Dennis breathed a sigh of relief and stammered, "I won't... I promise... I really promise... I am so sorry Chip... and thanks!"
Chip laughed again, "Don't thank me yet Squirt! And I can guarantee after today, you will definitely not do it again! Now SHUT THE FUCK UP and take your punishment like a man!"
Before Dennis could respond, Chip raised himself up, placed his full weight on Dennis's shoulders, and pressed down with all his might.
Dennis was taken totally by surprise! The weight from above forced him to sit down on the chair completely! It happened so fast. One moment the butt plug had just barely started to part his tight hole, and the next moment it slammed into him and locked into place.
"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK... GOD DAMM... SHIT...SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed.
Chip waited patiently for his brother's painful gyrations to cease.
His next order of business was to pull Dennis's arms up and over the back of the chair put his palms together, and tie his wrists to a cross bar.
Next he spread Dennis'ss legs wide. One by one he lifted his feet off the floor and tied his ankles to the rungs on either side. Finally he tied his knees to the chair legs. When he was finished, he stepped back to review his work. Dennis was totally immobilized. There was nothing he could do to protect his genitals which were totally exposed and accessible.
A wicked smile crossed his face as he knelt down, grabbed a piece of thin rope. Dennis moaned as Chip tied one end of the rope around his ball sack.
"Wwwhat are you gonna do to my balls Chip?" he stammered.
Chip chuckled, "Oh nothing too bad just yet," as he proceeded to pull Dennis's balls towards the front of the chair. Dennis looked down and saw his balls were now stretched out onto the center of the chair seat. His eyes widened as he realized Chip was tying the other end of the rope to the rung between the front chair legs.
When Chip finished, he tightened the rope a little more which caused Dennis to yelp. "EEEGGGhhhhh!"
Chip laughed, "Hey little brother, remember that knot I taught you from Scouts, the tautline hitch?"
Dennis nodded.
"Just wanted to let you know that's the one I just used, which means I can tighten it real easily, without having to retie it," he laughed.
And to prove it, he took hold of the knot on the rope and slid it just a little tighter. Dennis winced as he felt his balls being stretched out a little further. For the moment he couldn't take his eyes off of his poor balls which were stretched out and totally vulnerable.
Chip saw where Dennis was staring and decided to increase his fear. Without saying a word, he pulled a small toy hammer out of the back pack and placed it on the chair seat beside Dennis's balls.
Dennis instinctively tried to pull his knees together for protection. Which was totally impossible. "OH MY GOD, CHIP... please, please... NO!" he cried.
Chip smiled some more as he patted Dennis's balls gently, "Don't worry little brother I have a lot more planned for these nice babies. It's gonna be a lot of fun hearing you scream."
Dennis managed to pull his eyes away from his balls. He watched Chip walk over to the desk and pick up something. When he realized what it was he started to beg again. "Oh please Chip don't do that. Please don't take any pictures of me like this."
Chip just laughed as he stepped in front of the chair and started snapping off a bunch of pictures with the digital camera.
"Wow, these are looking great. Got some really great shots of you with that huge boner. In a couple of them you can even see the sparkle of some precum on your cock head Squirt. These pictures just may come in handy some day."
Dennis started blushing like crazy and began to breath really hard. It was bad enough that he was exposed like this, but now Chip had pictures as well. Tears filled his eyes as he imagined Chip showing the pictures to other kids.
Chip apparently had an uncanny knack for reading Dennis's thoughts.
He set the camera down, picked up a short piece of thin rope and tied it snuggly around the base of Dennis's painfully hard cock. "Hey little brother, you remember what this will do for a guy?"
Dennis nodded and stammered, "Yea... it uh... helps keep him hard... and makes it harder for him to cum... OH GOD Chip, please no more pictures... and please don't show them to anyone... I'll do whatever you want... I promise."
He patted Dennis's cock head and chuckled, "Oh don't worry little brother, you'll do that anyway... and I'll show them to whoever I want! Now let's see, I need a little something else for these next few shots."
Dennis trembled as he resigned himself to this incredibly humiliating fate and prayed silently, that it would all be over long before his little Stevie got home.
He lost track of what Chip was doing for a moment, then he saw him over at the mirror, scrapping some of his thick cum into a little paper Dixie cup.
When he was done, Chip returned and knelt beside the chair, he held the cup up in front of Dennis's face so he could see inside. Dennis was actually somewhat amazed as he saw just how much of Chip's thick white teen seed was in the cup.
Chip snickered, "Pretty impressive isn't it dude?"
Dennis managed to nod.
"Know what I'm gonna do with it now Squirt?" Chip asked ominously.
Dennis wanted to shake his head, but instead he managed to say softly, "You're going to have me eat it, aren't you?"
Chip laughed again and said, "Well not right now, there's plenty more where that came from, and besides I'd rather you got it straight from the horse anyway. No dude, think of this as sort of a prop or makeup for the next few pictures."
Dennis wasn't quite following until Chip went to work. He dribbled some of his cum onto Dennis's cock head, a little onto his pubes, and stomach, and then finished it off with a couple of generous dabs on Dennis's chin.
Then he stood up, grabbed the camera and proceeded to snap off another round of pictures as he giggled, "My my, little brother, it really does look like you just came all over yourself. These are looking really great."
Dennis wanted to scream. The pictures of him naked, with a hard-on were bad enough. But now Chip had a bunch that looked like he had just ejaculated. If anyone else saw them he would feel totally humiliated.
Chip smiled as he headed back over to the desk and sat down, "Well, I better get busy, I still have a bunch of things to get ready."
Dennis did not like the way that sounded at all, but knew there was nothing he could do. He turned his head and watched as Chip pulled out a magic marker, a bunch of 3 x 5 cards and started writing on them. From what Dennis could see, he seemed to be in a hurry.
As Chip finished the last card, he laughed and said, "This is gonna be a lot of fun little brother! Yea, a lot of fun! Damn, sometimes I amaze even myself."
Dennis watched suspiciously as Chip dragged another chair across the room and placed it beside him. His eyes widened as Chip proceeded to pull items from the black back pack and place them on the other chair seat, along with a 3 x 5 card.
The first item was a nasty looking little plastic handle with four short rawhide laces. Each lace had a knot in the end. Chip held it up in front of Dennis and asked, "Know what this thing is bro?"
Dennis shook his head, afraid to even guess.
Chip smiled and held up one of the 3 x 5 cards that had the words, "Penis Whip" on it.
Dennis's eyes widened as he muttered, "Oh God."
That seemed to please Chip, and so he continued to place more items on the other chair seat along with a corresponding "ID" card. They included:
A tube of Icy Hot - "Testicle Ointment" A miniature paddle - "Ball Paddle" A pair of tweezers - "Pubic Hair Remover" A riding crop - "Chest, Stomach, Thigh Whip" 10 Clothespins - "Tit, Cock and Ball Torture" A roll of Duct Tape - "Hair Remover" Two feathers - "Stimulators"
Needless to say, by the time he was done, Dennis was totally terrified and whining like crazy, "Oh, please Chip, please... don't do that stuff to me... please no... oh God..."
Chip smiled as he picked up Dennis's dirty jockstrap, balled it up and forced it into his mouth as he chuckled, "Oh don't worry little brother, 'I' won't do that stuff to you!"
Dennis felt a momentary sense of relief which vanished quickly as he contemplated the way Chip seemed to emphasize the word "I" when he said, "'I' won't do that stuff to you!"
His fears began to rise as he watched Chip walk over and swing their bedroom door wide open. With the jock gag in place he couldn't speak, which was probably just as well, because he would have started screaming with what Chip did next.
Kneeling in front of Dennis, Chip picked up another 3 x 5 card and held it up in front of Dennis's face. It had two words written on it, "PUNISH ME." He trembled as Chip taped the sign on his chest. When he saw the next sign, which Chip taped to the other chair he started whimpering, loudly into his gag. It said, "FREE BLOW JOBS!"
Chip laughed, patted Dennis on the thigh, and said, "Well, well, I think you're finally starting to get the big picture little brother."
He was of course referring to the "openness" of the Peterson household. Chip, Dennis, and Stevie were all popular boys with many friends. Their parents actively encouraged the boys to have their friends over as often as possible. And, in fact treated them all as members of the family. When the parents were home, as evidenced by cars in the driveway, the brothers' friends always went to the front door and knocked.
The process was different when the parents were clearly not home, for a very practical reason.
Chip, Dennis and Stevie liked to listen to music. When they were home alone, like most afternoons in the summer, they simply couldn't hear any knocks on the door, so there was an understanding with all their friends... "If there are no cars in the driveway, come around to the back door, if it is unlocked, it means that at least one of us is home, so come on in and come up to our room."
Needless to say, as popular as all three boys were, this resulted in an almost constant stream of boys coming through the back door. Especially in the afternoon, when the summer Arizona heat became almost unbearable, forcing most boys indoors. What better place was there to "chill" than at the Peterson house... widescreen TV... all the latest video games... hot music... and access to Internet porn.
Chip smiled at his helpless, quivering brother as he continued his preparations, "Remember little brother this is punishment and this is really gonna make it fun for everyone...well, not for you of course, but everyone else!"
Dennis continued to tremble as Chip clipped his portable MP3 Player to the back of the chair and placed the headphones over his ears, "Dude, these are my best headphones, when music is playing, you couldn't even hear a gun shot in the room. Especially if my hard rock mix is playing, which is what I have in the player now... hahaha."
Finally, Chip placed a blindfold over Dennis'ss eyes. It also helped ensure that the headphones would stay in place no matter how much Dennis jerked his head around.
Chip laughed and said, "Okay Dude, you're pretty much all set. I've got to run to the store for awhile. I'm pretty sure you won't be alone for very long. In fact, I'm surprised that none of the guys have stopped by yet. So have fun."
That said, Chip picked up the control for the butt plug vibrator and turned it on. Dennis trembled and started whimpering again. His whimpers turned to soft screams as Chip turned on the MP3 player. Blindfolded with the music blaring in his ears, he had no way of knowing if anyone was in the room, let alone who it was. And that really scared him. "God," he thought. Anyone could be stopping by... Chip's friends, Stevie's friends, or worse his own friends. What would they do when they found him like this. Would they let him go? He had a fleeting moment of hope, which vanished quickly as he pictured what he would do if he found one of his friends like this and it wasn't a pretty picture.
Chip stood staring at his helpless younger brother. By the way he was breathing, he figured he was almost out of his mind with humiliation and fear. That aside, he was also clearly extremely aroused as evidenced by his throbbing hard cock.
Chip decided he should get moving. Some of the guys were bound to be dropping in soon and he still had a few things to take care of.
His next order of business was to launch the video recording program on his computer. He placed the video cam on a bookshelf above the monitor and aimed it at Dennis. After a couple of adjustments and checks, he turned the record button on and blanked the screen.
Satisfied he ran downstairs, grabbed a six pack of Pepsi from the fridge, a bag of chips and one of the kitchen counter stools and went back upstairs. He of course had no intentions of going to the store. That would mean he would miss the live show.
He smiled as he entered the bedroom. It was clear that his preparations were working. There was no indication from Dennis that he knew that anyone was in the room with him.
Chip placed the stool, the Pepsis and chips just inside the doors of the walk-in closet. He adjusted the louvers on one of the doors so that he could see through them. Then he sat down and waited. He had a perfect view from where he was and the closet was dark enough so he was certain he wouldn't be seen. "Yes," he thought, "This is gonna be fun.
About 15 minutes went by during which Chip amused himself by stroking his hard cock while watching Dennis sweat. He started to get concerned that no one had come and considered calling some of their friends to get things going. That's when he heard it... voices outside the house... at least two muffled boy voices... moving towards the back of the house. He closed his fingers and muttered a soft "YES!" as he heard the kitchen door slam followed by the thunder of feet on the stairs.
"Hey Dennis, are you here Dude!" someone called from the stairs.
Chip smiled and thought, "Perfect, must be Dennis's friends, probably Pete and Andy. They are just as sadistic and perverted as Dennis. And even better, pretty much constantly horny. They will probably show no mercy. This is gonna be awesome." As things turned out he was right on all counts.
"Come on Dennis what are you up to?" demanded Pete as he turned the corner, entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks. "HOLY SHIT! Andy check this out!" he whispered.
Andy's mouth dropped open and he stammered, "HOLY FUCK, it's Dennis!"
Chip watched as the two 14 year old jocks moved closer to their "best friend" Dennis. Both were wearing the same baggy gym shorts that were popular with all teenage jocks. Though both were clearly in great shape, Pete was the more muscular of the two, a trait he liked to flaunt, as evidenced by the sleeveless shirts he constantly wore. Andy, on the other hand, was a little less of a show off. As a swimmer, he was, of course accustomed to people seeing his nearly naked body all the time. However, when away from the pool, he wore overly large t-shirts which hung down low. And as Chip reflected, served to cover up one of the smallest and tightest little butts he had ever seen.
Pete and Andy circled the chair slowly, speaking in hushed tones. Andy whispered, "Who do you think did this to him?"
Pete stopped, "Come on, now who else do you think! It had to be Chip. And by the look of this set up, he must have really pissed him off!"
Andy started to whisper something, but Pete cut him off. "Speaking of this set up, shut up for a second and listen."
They both stood there and listened. Chip leaned closer to the door. He heard the same thing they were hearing, the sound of loud rock music bleeding from the headphones covering Dennis's ears.
Pete smiled and spoke normally, "Yea, check it out. Dennis can't hear a fucking thing we say because of that music blaring in his ears. Which means he probably doesn't even know we are here. Got it?"
Andy's eyes widened as he considered this revelation.
Pete leaned closer to Dennis and said loudly, "Isn't that right Dude. You don't know we are here, do you shithead?"
Dennis didn't flinch or give any indication that he had heard anything. Which, of course he couldn't.
Pete smiled at Andy and said, "See what I mean? He doesn't know we are here, and of course who we are. Watch this."
He knelt beside the chair and placed his hand on the inside of Dennis's thigh. Dennis flinched and started whimpering into his gag.
"And of course, that means he has no clue who is touching him now. Hell it could be anyone, you, me, Chip, Stevie, or any of their friends. That's why this set up is so awesome."
Andy looked a little confused, "So what are you saying Pete, aren't we gonna just untie him and let him go. He is our bud you know."
Pete started rubbing Dennis's thigh, "Are you fucking kidding me? This is gonna be a lot more fun than playing video games, or even looking at porn. Now I don't know about you, but I'm already getting a little boned. And hell, you know Dennis has been pretty much of a prick lately, so I think it's time for a little payback."
Andy, was in fact, getting "boned." He was straight, of course, but like so many teenage boys, he could get turned on by just about anything. And the sight of Dennis bound and naked, with a monster hard-on was definitely turning him on.
Andy nodded and stammered, "So what should we do?" He looked at the other chair with all the punishment items spread out. "Ummm, should we... ummm start punishing him with that stuff."
Pete smiled, pointed to the "Blow Job" sign and said wickedly, "Well, actually I was thinking about making him take care of one of our more immediate needs."
Andy trembled as more blood rushed into his rapidly rising cock. "Holy SHIT, you mean we're gonna make him blow us? Holy shit!" he panted.
Pete laughed and said, "Holy Shit is right, but before we do that we need to fuck with his mind. Look at the way he is breathing already with just me rubbing his thigh. Go ahead and start playing with his nipples. Use both hands so he knows there's more than one guy here."
Chip chuckled to himself as he considered what was happening. In a moment Dennis would experience a "mind fuck" indeed as he realized there was more than one guy playing with him. Hell, until now, for all he knew it could just have been Chip. Now he would know someone else was there for sure.
Dennis had been praying that the hand on his thigh was Chip's and that he had simply lied to him about going to the store. But when he felt a second set of hands on him he went into a state of total panic. Someone was rubbing his thighs now with two hands, while another pair of hands was pinching his nipples. He couldn't see a thing, couldn't hear a thing and had no clue who these guys were.
Dennis moaned and squirmed as his unknown assailants continued to play with his body for several minutes. Finally the fondling stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief as he began to hope for the best.
As if in answer to his hope, Pete pulled the jock gag out of his mouth and stepped back. Dennis sucked in a deep breath and began to jabber uncontrollably, "Damn, dude, thanks so much. Please untie me and I promise I'll make it up to you. Just let me go, okay... this really wasn't my fault... so please untie me... I promise I won't let anyone know who released me... and I will definitely make it up to you guys big time... just untie me... okay? Okay?"
Pete looked at Andy and winked, "This is gonna be a hell of a lot of fun. Check him out dude."
Pete gestured towards Dennis who was continuing his hopeful jabbering... his naked body was glistening with sweat and of course, his cock remained totally hard.
"Oh come on, whoever you guys are, please just let me go... okay?" Dennis begged.
"Yea right!" Pete laughed as he started running his finger around Dennis's pre-cum covered cock head.
Dennis pulled at his bonds and pleaded, "Man, please don't do anything else to me... I'm begging you man!" He was, of course becoming increasingly desperate and scared. It was embarrassing enough to be on display like this, but he also had a monster hard-on, which he just couldn't seem to lose, no matter how hard he tried to think about other things. And even worse, his desire to be able to cum was becoming overwhelming.
Once again Pete looked at Andy as he took hold of Dennis's painfully hard cock and started slowly stroking, "Man, our buddy Dennis could shoot at any moment, I guess we should get to the main event now."
He let go of Dennis's cock, stood up and quickly removed his t-shirt, shorts and jock.
Chip leaned closer to the door to get a better view. Pete's body was quite muscular, a fact that was highlighted by a glean of sweat. Though his chest, stomach and back were essentially hairless, he had a nice patch of pubic hair which was almost as think as Chip's, and fairly hairy legs.
Andy blurted out, "Dude, why the fuck did you get naked?"
Pete laughed, "Come on Dude, it's the best way to get a blow job. It make it more exciting. And when it's your turn, I expect to see a lot of skin too!"
"You WISH!" chirped Andy.
Pete smirked, "Trust me... anyway here we go!"
Dennis's hopes rose briefly after the teasing hand was removed from his cock. "Maybe they are done teasing me," he thought.
Several moments passed, then he felt it. And there was no mistaking what it was. Two bare legs were pressing up against the outside of his thighs. Which meant that one of the guys was straddling his chair and either he was wearing really short shorts, or worse!
His mind started racing, trying to deny the obvious. He took a deep breath and was about to start begging again, when another sense entered the picture. A familiar odor filled his nostrils... it was the odor of a boy's crotch... sweaty... with a hint of that musk he smelled whenever he was totally aroused. "OH GOD, this Dude has his crotch in front of my face... OH FUCK... SHIT... DAMIT... he's gonna try to make me suck him off... FUCKING A... no way!" he thought.
Chip tried to imagine what his brother's panicked thoughts were like as he stroked his own leaking hard-on through his shorts. "This is getting better and better every second!" he mused.
Meanwhile Pete seemed to be reading Dennis's thoughts; he grabbed the back of Dennis's head and forced his face into his groin so that his nose was imbedded in his sweaty pubes. "Yeah, SHITHEAD, get a good whiff of what a real man smells like!" he snarled.
From Dennis's standpoint the smell was overwhelming. He hated it with a passion. But the more he inhaled, the more aroused he got. Instead of continuing to beg, he locked his lips in a desperate attempt to fend off the inevitable.
Pete held Dennis's nose in his pubes for several minutes, then released his head and started rubbing his cock head across Dennis's clenched lips.
Dennis started shaking his head violently.
Pete laughed, turned towards Andy and said, "Okay, Bro, I think he needs a little convincing. So why don't you give his balls a few taps with that toy hammer."
The resulting taps were fairly light, but were enough to send pains shooting into Dennis's guts. Still he managed to keep his lips clenched.
"Again Bro, so he get's the picture!" Pete snapped, as he pressed his cock head against Dennis's lips.
Andy gave Dennis's outstretched balls four quick taps with the hammer... and he got the picture!
One moment he was putting up a determined resistance, and the next he was sucking this hard cock like crazy.
Dennis's senses were spinning out of control. Tears filled his blindfolded eyes as he thought about what was happening. He had never sucked a cock before nor did he want to. He had, of course, forced his little brother Stevie and his friend Jimmy to suck him on more than one occasion, and liked cumming in their mouths. And there was no way he would ever put another dude's cock in his own mouth. But now, here he was, sucking some guy's cock.
Dennis searched every corner of his brain to find some justification for what was happening. In the end he focused on the thought... "Okay, Okay, I am sucking this guy's cock, because if I don't his buddy will hammer my balls harder and harder... and that is the only reason I am sucking him like this!"
Dennis's mental strategy bought him several minutes of peace of mind which were short lived. Try as he might, he could not stop the flood of primal desires that descended on him.
He kept thinking... "Okay, Okay, I am sucking this guy's cock, because if I don't his buddy will hammer my balls harder and harder... and that is the only reason I am sucking him like this!"... as he sucked Pete's cock and periodically licked his balls.
The intellectual battle between reason and pure teen lust raged on in Dennis's mind for several more minutes... it was a stalemate... AND THEN IT HAPPENED, all at once... the "musk" aroma intensified... the cock in his mouth seemed to harden dramatically... more blood forced itself into his own painfully hard cock... and all of a sudden all he could think about was getting this dude to cum...!
Pete sensed it too and began to fuck Dennis's mouth in earnest. Like Dennis, he was surrendering to his basest desires. Unlike Dennis, he was maintaining some level of reason. As such he turned to Andy and muttered, "Dude, do you have your cell phone handy?"
Andy stammered, "Uh, yea... why?"
Pete laughed, "Don't ask... just do what I tell ya FAST!"
Andy pulled his cell phone out and said hurriedly, "Got it! What do you want me to do?"
Pete kept fucking Dennis's face as he groaned, "Ahhh... Shit... ahhh... okay... use the fucking video thingee to get a closeup picture of my cock in his mouth... even with the blindfold you should still be able to tell it is Dennis!"
Andy raised the cell phone and snapped off a couple of pictures.
Pete kept pumping as he inquired, "Well? Did you get them?"
Andy checked the pictures in the phone's memory and announced proudly, "HOLY SHIT Dude, you should see them! His full face with a cock in his mouth, looking like he is loving it!"
Pete snapped, "Okay, Okay... good job! Now get ready for the big moment... cause this is what I am gonna do... I am just about ready to blow a major load... when I do, I am gonna try and coat his fucking tongue with the first blast... then I will pull out and try to shoot the rest all over his face... that's what I want you to take pics of... got it?"
Andy nodded and stammered, "Uh yea, ready when you are!"
Meanwhile in the walk-in closet, Chip was stroking himself like crazy as he watched his brother's two best friends mess with him.
"Okay, here I go!" Pete yelped.
Chip watched in total fascination as Pete's body convulsed. He almost came as he observed the first spasm... the one that was coating his brother's tongue with a hefty batch of teen jock jism... and miraculously he avoided falling off his stool as he saw Pete shooting the remainder of his load all over Dennis's face.
Several moments passed as everyone regained their breaths. By now, the bedroom and the closet were completely inundated with that incredible aroma of teen jock sweat and sexual arousal.
As soon as Pete gathered his senses, he stepped away from the chair, pulled on his shorts and shirt (leaving his sweaty jock on the floor), and inquired, "So did you get some pics of the last part Bro?"
Andy, seemed mesmerized as he reviewed the captures in his cell phone's video program.
"Uh, yea... uh... sort of...!" he laughed mischievously.
Pete stepped closer to Andy and smacked him on the head, "What the FUCK DUDE! Did you get pictures of that last part or not? FUCK! Did you screw it up... GOD DAMN IT!"
Andy held up the cell phone and laughed, "Dude, I got better than that... give me a freaking break and I'll show you...!"
Pete snapped, "Now what the fuck would be better?" as he grabbed the cell phone.
Andy laughed again and said, "You owe me for this one Bro... look at the screen and press the DOWN ARROW!"
Pete suppressed his desire to punch Andy. Instead he punched the DOWN ARROW, and now it was his turn to say "HOLY FUCK" as he watched the short, but explicit video capture replay on the cell phone's little screen. There it was, several seconds of Dennis clearly sucking a cock, followed by several more seconds of that same cock shooting cum all over his face.
"Wow, this is awesome!" he exclaimed. "Guess we should send some of these to Chip. He'll get a kick out of them."
He saw the concerned look on Andy's face and whispered, "Oh don't worry, we can always use a hotmail address, so it will be anonymous."
Meanwhile, Dennis was trying to figure out why he was so incredibly turned on. His mouth had just been fucked, he had tasted some guy's cum, smelled his pubes, and all the while he just kept getting hornier. And now, he should be begging to be released, but the words just wouldn't come out. Instead he was wondering if the other guy was gonna make him suck him off, and stranger still, what his cock would be like, how his pubes would smell, and what his cum would taste like. More blood forced it's way into his painfully hard teen pole and he actually began licking his lips.
Pete gestured towards Dennis, "Dude, check it out. Dennis is looking like some rabid horn dog. His dick head is covered with pre-cum and he's licking my cum off of his lips. That's wild. I can't believe he'd be this turned on."
Neither could Chip who was trying to imagine what Dennis was thinking. In fact, for a moment, he placed his hands behind his back, raised his ankles on either side of the stool, and imagine he was Dennis, tied naked and being used. To his surprise, he found himself getting harder.
He snapped out of his reverie when he heard Pete chuckle, "Okay Dude, it's your turn. You get the sloppy seconds."
Andy hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled off his clothes.
Chip had to stifle a moan. He had of course seen most of Andy's tight swimmer's body before, but not completely naked, and never with a major hard-on like right now. Andy had a long cock, which was standing straight up. It was framed by a nicely trimmed patch of dark pubic hairs. He blushed brightly as Pete gestured towards his groin, "Wow Bro, looks like you are more than ready. He's gonna love that monster."
Andy stepped up, straddled the chair and pulled Dennis's face into his groin.
Once again Chip suppressed a moan as he saw Andy's tight little butt. It was so small, and looked so unbelievably tight. He rubbed himself as he thought, "God, how I would love to fuck that little butt of your's Andy... to hear you scream... oh yea... bet ya anything that little hole of your's has never had a cock inside."
Across the room, Dennis began breathing deeply. He felt light headed as the pungent aroma of another aroused teen's sweaty pubes filled his nostrils. He thought, "God damn... SHIT... why the hell does this smell so good...FUCK!" It was all there, the sweat, and that arousing musk odor. But in this case there some something else. It took Dennis a few moments to identify it as a faint scent of chlorine.
Pete picked up the little hammer and said, "Okay Andy, put your balls in front of his mouth."
Andy shifted slightly so his balls rubbed against Dennis's lips. Pete raised the hammer of Dennis's balls, but this time there was no convincing needed. As soon as Dennis felt the balls on his lips, he stuck out his tongue and began licking.
Pete set the hammer down and watched in total fascination as Dennis, their heretofore totally straight best friend, proceeded to service Andy's balls and cock with a drooling passion.
His mouth was all over Andy's manhood and it wasn't long before Andy gave into the feeling and began violently fucking Dennis's mouth. Both were sweating like crazy and breathing hard.
Fortunately, Pete didn't need to be reminded about the cell phone. He could tell Andy was getting close, so he snapped off a couple of close ups. He checked the pictures and was pleased to note that the cock that was now in Dennis's mouth was clearly a different one.
Unlike Pete, Andy shot most of his load into Dennis's mouth but still managed to splatter some on his face.
After he caught his breath, Andy stepped away from the chair, picked up his clothes and dressed quickly.
"So Pete, did you get any pictures? Sorry I forgot to warn you. Shit man, he sucks really good. It was awesome." Andy panted.
Pete nodded and said, "No problemo! I got a few good ones!" as he showed Andy the pics.
Chip leaned closer to the door slats and looked as his younger brother. Dennis was a total mess. His body glistened with sweat. He was breathing hard and his hard cock looked like it was ready to explode. "God, what must he be thinking?" he mused.
By now Dennis was pretty much thinking about just one thing, "I gotta cum! SHIT... FUCK... I can't ever remember being this totally horned... maybe now they will let me go... hell they both came in my mouth... what more could they want... maybe if I promised to blow them again... so other time, they'll let me go... FUCK what am I thinking??? SHIT! I gotta take care of this now! I have to CUM before my cock and balls explode."
He was about to start begging when Chip's balled up jock was forced back in his mouth. Dennis went crazy and started pulling at his bounds while screaming into the gag.
Pete stepped back and smiled, "Okay, we don't need his mouth anymore, might as well keep him shut up."
Andy laughed and said, so are we done with him? Shouldn't we just let him go?"
Pete chuckled, "Are you fucking kidding me? The fun is just beginning?"
Andy looked at the torture items on the other chair and asked, "So, what are we gonna do? Punish him with this stuff?"
Chip wanted to shout, "YEA, GO FOR IT!" But he kept quiet and listened as Pete continued, once again musing, "Why do I get turned on so much at the thought of Dennis suffering?"
Pete said, "Actually I have a better idea. Remember some of those 'nasty' games we used to play at camp when the senior counselors were away?"
Andy giggled, "You mean like when we stripped a guy, tied him up, and then saw how many times we could make him cum during the night?"
Pete laughed again, "Yea that was one of, hell what was the record with Jared?"
Andy snickered, "I think it was like ten times and the last few were really painful, cause they were totally dry!"
Chip liked the sound of this. "Damn!" he thought. "These Dudes are really pretty fucking twisted! But I love it."
Pete continued, "Yea that one was fun, but I was thinking more of that other one... the one we used on prisoners during Capture the Flag... to get them to tell us where their jail and flag was."
Andy perked up, "OH SHIT... YEAH! But dang, look at how excited he is already, it will be tricky."
They definitely had Chip's interest now.
He watched in total fascination as Pete moved the second chair aside and the two knelt on either side of Dennis. He said a silent prayer of thanks as he noted the fact that the computer camera had a totally unobstructed view of what was happening. He hoped the mike was picking up all the sound.
Dennis trembled as he felt their hands patting the inside of his thighs.
Pete smiled and said, "Oh hang on a second, I think this needs to be a totally sensory experience for our buddy here."
He picked up his sweaty jock and used the pouch to wipe the cum off of Dennis's face, chin and chest. Then he pulled the jock over Dennis's head, with the sweaty, cum soaked pouch covering his nose. "That should help keep him in the mood!"
Chip pulled his cock out of his shorts and started stroking himself. "Whatever this is, it's gonna be huge!" he thought.
Pete moved his hand towards Dennis's cock, he was just about to grab it when he paused and looked at Andy, "You know, I think you are right, this is gonna be real tricky, and we will have to be careful if want this to work right, so I just had a crazy idea to make it even more interesting... sort of a contest."
Andy chuckled, "Hmmm, okay, I'll bite what is it?"
Pete smiled and continued, "Okay, the basic idea is to keep getting Dennis to the very edge of cumming as many times as we possibly can without him cumming... And that's the torture part. Right?"
Andy nodded.
Pete said wickedly, "So we'll take turns bringing him to the edge. I am sure we both can tell if he's close or not. So the contest will be, if one of us goes to far and he comes, he loses and has to pay a penalty."
Andy smirked, "Like what kind of penalty?"
Pete responded with a nasty grin, "You know what kind!"
Andy laughed, "You mean like with a blow job or something?"
Pete smiled again and said smartly, "Well actually, since this is gonna be a major challenge, I was thinking more of a high stakes sort of penalty... I mean really high stakes... if you can handle it Dude. Unless you just wanna go for some little boy type of penalty?"
Chip had a feeling Pete knew his buddy all too well. He had just thrown down a major dare.
Andy looked defiant as he snapped, "Okay asshole, I'm in! What are the stakes? What's the penalty?"
Pete said, "Okay, I'll hold you too that! If either one of us makes Dennis cum, he'll be the loser, and will be the other guys TOTAL slave for a full day, with no holds barred. Anything goes!"
Pete glared at Andy.
Andy thought for a moment, then snapped, "Okay, okay, stop the bull shit and get started! You go first though!"
Pete smiled and said "So be it!" as he grabbed Dennis's cock and started gently stroking. Dennis, surrendered to the pleasure completely with the certainty that relief was now in sight. Little did he know the torment he was about to endure.
And torment it was for Dennis and Chip during the next hour as Pete and Andy went back and forth using every masturbatory technique imaginable to bring Dennis to the very edge and then simply stop. And each time the tormentor stopped, Dennis's reaction got increasingly violent... he pumped his groin... tugged at his bonds and screamed into his gag.
Chip lost track of the number of times he thought Pete or Andy had gone too far. Sadly for Dennis, the two were incredibly gifted at reading his cum signs.
After an hour had gone by, they paused. All four teens were drenched in sweat and boned to the max! Chip hiding in the closet. Andy and Pete kneeling on the floor and of course Dennis in the chair, who had been reduced to a quivering, whimpering mass of horny teen boy flesh. Willing to literally sell his soul to be able to cum.
By now the room was totally saturated with the odor of teen sweat and musk. All were on sexual sensory overload.
Pete panted, "Dude, maybe we should just call this a draw for now... and move onto something else."
Andy nodded and said, "Yea, I guess you're right. Though I was so looking forward to having you as my slave for a day!"
Pete chuckled, "In your dreams Bro... anyway, check out his cock... the dang thing looks like it will explode! DAMN, imagine what some lashes from that penis whip would feel like right about now!"
Chip pulled his own hard cock up into his pubes, gave the underside a few slaps as he imagined what Dennis would be feeling as the penis whip bit into his engorged manhood.
Pete took hold of Dennis's throbbing cock and pulled it up to expose the underside. He grabbed the penis whip and aimed.
And that is when he heard the same thing that Chip heard... VOICES... outside the house... moving towards the back of the house!
Andy half shouted... "HOLY SHIT, PETE, someone's coming! What should we do?"
Pete dropped the penis whip back on the other chair and muttered, "How the fuck should I know... SHIT... ahhh..."
Then it came to him in a flash... "Dude, let's hide in the closet and see what happens!"
Chip snapped out of his daze, pulled up his shorts, grabbed the stool, the Pepsi's and chips and retreated to the back of the walk-in closet. He managed to hide himself behind some hanging clothes just as Pete and Andy flew in, slamming the doors behind them.
All three caught their breaths. Chip from his hiding place at the back of the closet and Andy and Pete from just inside the doors. Finally Pete whispered, "Man check this out you can see into the whole room through these slats! SHIT, this could be fun!"
The muffled voices emanating from outside the house were young and boyish. Chip concluded they belonged to some of Stevie's friends, and maybe even Stevie as well. Andy and Pete heard the voices too. All three wondered when and if they would come into the house and head upstairs.
Dennis, meanwhile, was in a total state of sensory deprivation... he could not hear anything except the rock music blaring in his ears... he could not see anything... and could not feel anything except the ropes that bound him and of course the butt plug that continued to vibrate in his ass.
Chip now faced a major dilemma... from where he was he would clearly miss out on anything else that happened... he considered various courses of action, then finally decided to take the bold approach... the younger boys had not yet entered the house... so the time for action was now! And with that, Chip stepped out of his hiding place, held up two cans of Pepsi and said smartly, "So are you two twisted horn doggies thirsty, or what?"
TO BE CONTINUED -
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Special Note: Yes, yes, to the "Road Less Traveled" fans, following some disastrous computer crashes and major data loses, I am slowly getting back into things.