Christian's Induction
Part Twenty
Christian got stuck in to the task at hand. He gathered up all the dirty laundry and put it in the machine. He found that the handling of Mark's personal items, with their own individuality, texture and smell, was quite intoxicating and he did not find it to be the chore that most people would have imagined. He enjoyed doing it. Once that had been done, he collected together all the items of clothing that needed to be stored; he hung up in the closet Mark's jeans, trousers and jackets, which were strewn all over the apartment and envied the extent of his wardrobe. It made his own look like that of some kind of pauper. He then rearranged the items by category so that Mark would find it easy to select what he wanted to wear. That done, he went through Marks drawers and straightened up the clean underwear, shorts, tee shirts and socks. He decided that when an opportunity occurred he would filch a pair of Mark's undies to keep for himself at home. He surely would not miss one pair. He considered it a privilege to be doing this for Mark and he regretted having balked at wanting to serve at Mark's party. The roughing- up he had received from Randy and Mark's subsequent outburst had been fully deserved.
In order he went about dusting all the furniture and stuff and then swept out the apartment. He was amazed at how much dust and trash accumulated in the space of a week. He then tackled the bathroom and, as Mark had warned him, it required some serious attention. The shower and bathtub needed to be wiped down, and the toilet had to be scrubbed and cleaned. The seat and cover had to be wiped clean and he knew from previous experience, that the Nesbits, witness Mark and his visiting cuz , inevitably pissed on the seat and on the floor in front of the toilet itself. Finally he mopped the floor and hung up a couple hand towels for Mark's guests. He looked over his handiwork and was sure Mark would approve. All that remained now was to take the laundry out of the dryer and fold the items up and put them away.
Mark arrived back at the house at about 3pm. He looked the apartment over, seemed satisfied, but instead of complimenting Chris, told him in a surly manner that he was glad he was able to get something right. Ever since their confrontation he had adopted this new harder attitude. He told Chris to follow him and between them they carried a couple extra easy chairs down from the main house.
Mark, addressing Chris, said: "Listen dude, as far as tonite is concerned, I want you to lose your jeans, shirt and boxers, and wear just these." He produced from somewhere a pair of white shorts which obviously would barely reach the knees. "It kinda replicates the topless effect." he explained.
He continued "When the guests get settled I want you to make sure they have beers or whatever they prefer, at all times. Also make sure you pass around the potato chips n stuff. I don't want to hear them askin for stuff; you gotta be proactive, ya hear?" Chris nodded. "There's gonna be the usual horsing around especially when the guys have had a coupla beers and had a smoke. They know your role dude, even your bro does, so you may get a little rough treatment. Live with it, OK? And keep an eye on the bathroom throughout and do the necessary running repairs."
Matt had recently obtained his driver's license. This meant, of course, that he had virtually taken over ownership of Chris' car. Mark now called him and asked him to fetch Chris so he could shower and change and then bring him back before eight o'clock.
When Matt and Chris got back to Mark's place, Randy and his friend Jose had just arrived. Chris disappeared into the bathroom to change and introductions were made. When Chris reappeared from the bathroom wearing just the pair of white shorts, with his dick flopping around, there were wolf whistles and some laughter and Mark made a big production out of introducing him as the evening's serving boy. "Gentlemen, Christian is here to serve and your wish is his command". Jose circled around Chris, grabbed him on the ass and turned to his friend Randy and said "Very nice, dude, very nice!" Jose was a typical latino, with dark hair, eyes and skin, but the whole package was extremely appealing. He oozed sex.
Chris approached the other four one by one to ask what they would like to drink and they each soon had a beer in hand. Randy called Chris aside and slipped him a tab of E and told him to swallow it. Chris was reluctant to take it not knowing what it was and Randy explained to him that it was merely a "feel good" pill which he would be well advised to take advantage of. Chris still demurred and received from Randy his first slap of the evening. Randy didn't hold back and Chris felt a stinging hand to his face. Randy hissed "Swallow it down you little slut, or I'll beat the shit out of you." Tears welled up in Chris' eyes and he complied.
Randy was soon passing around a joint and that combined with the beer soon had a loosening up effect. The guys started discussing sport and of course their latest escapades with chicks from school. Jose, being a little older, listened with some amusement to some of the bullshit being spouted. They were soon drinking their second beers and Chris was a little concerned about Matt who was already showing signs of getting high. He was pretty certain that this was Matt's first experience with weed and he was starting to giggle like a schoolgirl. It wasn't long before the guys sprawled out in the easy chairs and Mark proceeded to load a DVD of straight porn. It was greeted with cheers and conversation became somewhat muted as it grabbed the guys' attention. Occasionally there would be a comment such as "swallow that dick you bitch" or an exhortation to give the bitch a facial. Matt looked on transfixed.
At the conclusion of the DVD Randy took the floor and announced that it was not to be forgotten that they had available their own bitch and grabbed Chris by the hair and pulled him forward. "Guys, there is an unusual twist tonite." Turning to Jose he said "Dude, be advised that Matt over there is the little bro of our serving boy here and I think it would be entirely fitting if he were to be the first recipient of a blowjob from big bro this evening." Jose said with a laugh: "No shit? Is he really?" Mark gave an indication with his head that Chris should get over to Matt who was already a little out of it. Chris knew he had little option but to comply and got on his knees between Matt's legs which were stretched out in front of him. Matt was wearing cargo shorts and Chris slipped his hand into them from below and reached Matt's now familiar dick. The porn had had it's effect and Matt was as hard as could be. Chris loosened Matt's belt and pulled his pants and briefs down. There were loud cheers as Matt's boner was exposed and Chris went down on it. He sucked on it for all he was worth hoping to get the spectacle over with as soon as possible. Matt, not to be outdone, was bucking like a bronco and it did not take more than five minutes before he shot his load into Chris' mouth. "Swallow it down big bro and then get me another beer." he told Chris much to the amusement of the others.
Randy, who had assumed the role of MC, got up to announce that Mark intended to load another porn DVD but this time it would be accompanied by Chris sucking off whoever was ready. In view of Jose's contribution to the evening, however, he would like to offer him first dibs. Jose stood up and took a bow. Chris, meanwhile, was beginning to feel the effects of the drug he had taken, and felt this euphoria which gave him the feeling that he was capable of sucking off just as many dicks as were put before him. He went over to Jose who whispered in his ear "Make it good fagboy or you'll feel the extent of my displeasure real soon." Chris slipped Jose's dick out of his pants and was confronted by an eight-incher which he knew he would struggle with. He thought it was a beautiful sight though and went at it with his usual gusto. Jose, always willing to help, from time to time forced his cock all the way into Chris' throat making him gag. When he was about to cum he pulled out and shot a huge load of cum on to Chris' face. This elicited a huge cheer and when Chris went to the bathroom to clean himself up, Jose followed him ostensibly for the same reason. Once in the bathroom, Jose shut the door and grabbed Chris around the throat pulling him closer. "For a first attempt, slutboy, that was not too bad. However, you will have to improve. Do you know the ABC Amusement Arcade in town?" Chris nodded as best he could. Jose continued: "I want you there at 7.30 on Tuesday evening, OK? No fucking excuses." Chris quickly agreed, wanting to escape from this crazy guy.
The evening proceeded along these lines for the next three hours and after Chris showed signs of wilting, Randy force-fed him another E tab. While sucking Randy off, Randy bent down and told Chris he wanted to meet up again for a piece of ass and that Chris was to let him have his cell number during the course of the evening. Mark, being the host, had held back while the others were serviced but when eventually his turn came, he pulled Chris over to the bed, stripped, and had Chris lick his body from his toes to his pits, before feeding him a healthy load of cum. Mark had suddenly allowed his sadistic streak to emerge. He pulled Chris up to his face and whispered in his ear "I have this piss load you always crave and I am going to feed it to you to the last fucking drop before the evening is over. It's like our secret dude so we will do it in private in the bathroom, OK?" Chris dumbly nodded his agreement: he was past caring what happened to him any further that evening.
Matt had fallen asleep and when he woke up at about 1am, the others too were sprawled around either out for the count or asleep. He quickly looked around for Chris and found him lying behind one of the chairs. He knew that when the others awoke things would continue as before until morning and Chris would likely be showing signs of having been abused when their parents arrived home the next day. He wanted to avoid that so shook him awake and whispered "Let's get out of here dude. You need to sober up, have a shower and get to bed. Come on." he said, dragging Chris out to the car. He drove him home taking the back roads and praying that he would not be stopped by a patrolling squad car.
To be continued....
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