Eric was sobbing unabashedly; still covered in his own cum and Ben's piss, he was a quivering mess. "Stop fucking crying, Eric," Ben growled, "I jacked you off, dude...you should be thrilled. I bet a lot of fags at school would give their left nut to have me do that for `em." Eric was way gone; so worried about what was going to happen next that he didn't even have time to enjoy what has just transpired. "I'll get some clothes together for you. Just go into my room and sit down on the bed. Don't bother cleaning yourself off...I don't think you're worthy of going to school smelling all fresh and clean today." Ben grabbed Eric by his still semi-erect cock and guided him towards the bed. "Sit...and stop fucking crying, dude!"
Ben rummaged around through his closet. After a few minutes he came back with a pair of baggy jeans shorts (that clearly had some dry cum all over the crotch) and a faded gray Etnies hoodie with visible, old sweat stains all over the pits. "You can wear these to school, dude. No deodorant, no boxers, no socks...and you can wear my sneaks to school since you love em so much. I bet they'll feel freakin awesome without socks, huh? Feel all your own cum and piss squishing up against your feet all day." Eric slowly got himself dressed as Ben was talking. It was humiliating; sweat stains were already forming in the armpits of the hoodie and without deodorant Eric smelled terrible. Eric's cock still wouldn't go down; his throbbing erection was very visible in his jeans.
Eric looked at Ben, "I can't go to school like this, Ben...I'm sorry...I' m...sorry...I'll do whatever you want, dude..." Ben punched Eric in the gut, Eric, sobbing again, doubled over in pain on the floor. Ben didn't want to hurt him, but he knew it was the only way he could establish his dominance for the time being. "Of course you're going to do whatever I want, bitch...and what I want you to do is go to school with me and let some of the guys have their way with you." Tears in his eyes, Eric looked up meekly and met Ben's stare. "What do you mean?" Ben smirked, "I'm inviting some of the guys at school to take advantage of your services. There are so many fuckin closet fags at school, Eric...man, I bet you'll be swallowing cum all day. And you' re going to put on a show for them, dude...you're going to show em what a good pussy boy you are. You're going to let them do whatever the fuck they want to you, dude. If they want to piss in your mouth, you'll smile and swallow every last drop. If they want to fuck your ass till you scream, you'll bend over and stay on all fours till your knees break. If they want to shit on your face, you'll rub it in like soap and beg for more. Got it?" Eric just nodded; dumbfounded, scared, and, against his better judgment, just a little bit turned on.
After making it through morning classes, lunchtime had finally come. Ben found Eric sitting alone; knees clutched against chest, backpack tightly wound in arms, almost hiding behind a dumpster. "You're such a fuckin freak, Eric," Ben chided, nudging him in the side with the toe of his Ipaths. "Come on, I don't trust you by yourself." Ben grabbed Eric by the hood of his sweatshirt and brought him to his feet. "I can't do this, Ben," Eric said-- surprisingly firmly. "I can't explain to people why I smell like shit...why I'm wearing YOUR dirty clothes...it's okay for today...but...Ben...come on. You had your fun with me. We're even. I swear to god I'll never tell anyone about what happened." Ben sighed, "That's the problem with you, Eric. You' re fuckin....NICE! This has nothing to do with "being even" or any kinda shit like that...this is about havin fun. This is about me getting to take control over every aspect of your life." Eric stood there, broken and...for reasons beyond his better judgement...still totally hard. "So," Ben hissed, " if you're all done with your pity party, I've got to piss. Follow me to the bathroom."
There was a boys bathroom just in back of the football field that hardly anybody used. When Ben and Eric entered, they were greeted by an overpowering aroma of shit, sweat, and pot-smoke. Ben stepped in, hand firmly cupped around Eric's balls to keep him from going anywhere. The two of them spotted Dash, a spiky haired, fifteen-year-old skater sitting on the counter. Dash was about 5"8, big, fully head of blonde, unruly hair. He wore a faded blue T-shirt, baggy black Dickie's shorts, and a beat up pair of black suede Adio sneakers. He sat, caught, with bong in hand and a stunned look on his face. " Woah, man..." Dash wheezed, "you're not narcs or anything, right?" Ben just chuckled and looked over at Eric. "Strip down, Eric. Leave my sneaks on, take the rest off. Don't cover yourself up, either. Once your clothes are off keep your hands behind your head. No talking." Ben was stern and domineering, and Eric was stripped down to his soiled sneaks in no time flat. While Eric was stripping, the bathroom stall opened and Luke came out. Luke was 5" 10, brown mop-headed bowl cut, a thick, sculpted Italian build. A few dark chest hairs were visible over the neck band of his white T-shirt. He wore plaid board shorts and a pair of white Etnies sneakers with no socks. "What's goin on out here, Dash?" Luke questioned; stoned..., "holy crap," Luke gasped as he looked over at Eric, "Dude! Somebody took your fuckin clothes, man!"
Luke and Dash giggled uncontrollably.
Ben, in the mean time, had forced Eric down to his knees infront of the urinal. "I've seen you guys around school before," Ben said as he unzipped his jeans, "Dash and Luke, right?" The two stoners just kinda nodded. "Well, I' m Ben...and this is Eric. " Ben's erect cock flopped out of his boxers. "What the fuck are you doing, dude?" Luke asked Ben; a mixture of repulsion and intrigue in his voice. "Eric's my slave now...aren't you, Eric?" Ben smiled, evilly, and Eric knew he had no choice but to obey. "I'm your slave, Ben...do what you want to me." Eric's engorged cock-head was poking out from the leg of his jeans; the whole situation was a horrifying mixture of ecstasy and sheer humiliation for him-- but it seemed as if his hormones were getting the upper hand. "Prepare to be amazed, dudes," Ben growled to Luke and Dash as he began to unleash a torrent of deep, golden-yellow piss all over Eric's face. Eric instinctually closed his mouth and the stream of piss splashed all over Eric's pretty face. "Open your fuckin mouth, boy," Dash commanded in a forceful tone, "we wanna' see you gulp down his piss."
Dash had already hauled his long, veiny, 7" tool out and waved it infront of Eric's face for a second. "I've gotta piss too, bro," Dash smiled at Ben, "no point in wastin two urinals, huh?" Dash and Ben high fived and the two boys covered Eric in a waterfall of hot, acidic piss. Eric's left hand had a mind of it's own and was began to furiously jack his cock as two of his three peers used him like a toilet.
Ben finished pissing and waved his fat cock in Eric's face; sending the last few droplets of piss splashing onto his lips. Dash's stream let up soon after, but Dash had gotten another idea. Just before his stream let up, he stepped forward aggressively, grabbed the back of Eric's head, and jammed his rank cock right into Eric's mouth. "That's it, dude," Dash cooed, his knees buckling as he pistoned his hips-- literally slamming his cock like a jackhammer in and out of Eric's piss-filled mouth, "Fuckin make me cum, ...jeeeeeesuuuus....UUUURRRGGcckkkk...." Dash was going wild; slapping the back of Eric's head violently and holding Eric's jaw in a vice-grip with his free hand. Luke put a hand on Dash's shoulder, "Give it a rest, dude...they'll be time for that later." Luke pushed Dash away from Eric; his bright red cock pulsating and dripping precum slid out from Eric's mouth with a pop.
"Dude," Ben said in a mock stern voice, "it's NOT cool to leave your bro with blue balls like that." Eric was coughing and gasping from breath; he sat in a puddle of cold piss and a mixture of Dash's and his own precum. "Trust me, Dash," Luke smiled with a wickedly, sexy wink, "you'll get a fuckin kick outta watchin' this." Luke unbuckled his belt, and in one motion dropped his baggy shorts and boxers to the ground. An unmistakably musky and macho aroma immediately filled the air; a melange of sweat, piss, cum, shit-- the smell of an eighteen year-old sex crazed skater that set Eric's mind on fire. Luke turned around and spread his ass-cheeks infront of Eric's face. "Oh, god..please don't make me do this..." Eric sobbed, pathetically. Ben giggled and crept up behind him, speaking in a derisive tone of voice; "OH! I'm ERIC! I don't do ANYTHING dirty! I'm a PUUURE boy." He knelt down beside Eric; bracing himself with a sturdy arm around Eric's trembling chest. His free hand found it's way to Eric's cock-head and he began to twist and and pry on it wildly and with deliberate intent to keep Eric aroused, but always one stroke away from popping his wad.
"In case you didn't notice, Eric, " Luke spoke sternly; waving his ass in Eric's contorted and tear-streaked face, "I don't keep myself to clean. I'd rather use a tongue like yours than...I dunno...toilet paper or some shit like that." Luke laughed out loud. Dash was intently pounding his meat, "Oh my god, dude," Dash moaned, "You're so right, Luke. This is gonna fuckin rock!" Eric had stopped shaking and crying...despite the repugnant nature of the situation...and the thoroughly demeaning way the boys were treating him...there was no way around it; this is what Eric had always wanted. He was living out all of his wild, masturbatory fantasies first-hand with a group of unwashed, vulgar, sex-addled skaters who were as willing to use him as a toilet as Eric was ready to be subservient. "That's it, Eric...get your tongue waaaay down in that Italian crack." Ben whispered, in a deep, raspy, voice as he slowly and methodically jacked Eric's throbbing erection in his strong hands.
Eric, completely giving into the lewd act presented to him closed his eyes and pried Luke's ass-cheeks apart with both of his hands. Luke braced himself up against the sink for support as Eric's tongue deeply probed and invaded his sweaty and unwashed ass. Eric, totally lost in sexual arousal, had grabbed a hold of Ben's wrist as he pumped away at Eric's shaft. Luke dropped his head back with a loud, resonant moan. "Holy fuckin shit, guys..." Luke quivered, his knees buckling like he'd never had sex before .." Luke meekly grunted, "get over here and get on my cock, bro." Ben, still jacking Eric's dripping member, shot Luke a quizzical look. "I don't suck cock, man. And, unfortunately, my little pussyboy's busy giving you the best rim job of your life...so unless you get your little skatebud to...shall we say...'swallow his pride,' it looks like you're gonna be goin solo."
Dash, who'd been sitting in the corner slowly jacking his cock and watching the whole amazing scene unfold, decided to be bold. Dash walked over to Luke and got up close to his face. "Dude," Dash half-whispered, "if I...uh...you know..." Luke, so engrossed in having his filthy ass eaten out, moaned out, "Dash...if you suck my cock I'll get you enough pot to never have a sober fuckin night in your life...so just get down there and make me cuuuuummm...oh, god, dude...keep goin on my ass, man...yeaaahhhhhh...uuuuuuhhhhh." Dash, gathering his courage, dropped to his knees. Luke's fat, thick, and uncut cock was bobbing up and down in front of his eyes. Once Dash peeled back the foreskin, he was greeted with the erotically rank smell of days worth of dried cum and piss. Eyes closed, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick the rank crust that had accumulated around his best friend's cock.
The boys were going wild now. Dash had givin in completely and was now taking about half of Luke's long, thick cock in and out of his mouth in wild, sloppy gulps. Luke was pistoning back and forth; alternatively slamming his engorged cock in between his best bud's lips and ramming his dirty ass in and out of Eric's face. Eric's own cock was on the verge of exploding. Ben, sensing that Eric was ready to explode for the second time that day, pulled Eric's head away from Ben's ass. "Change of plans, boys. Stop suckin his cock, Dash...and Eric...as we say in football...hit the showers, fag." There was an awkward moment of silence. Dash got off Luke's cock, which had grown about an extra inch in length in the past minute, and the two boys stared uncomfortably at each other. "We're making a pit stop at my house in a few, Eric, " Ben explained, "so I want you to go shower. I don't want my dad asking why you smell like a fucking man-whore, got me? And don't even think about jacking off in the shower. Believe me, Eric....if I even suspect that you fuckin came while you were in there, you'll never be let out of my sight again, got me?"
Eric, not even wasting time, stood up, his cock batting madly back and forth between his legs as he ran for the shower. "You guys have been awesome, thanks for your help." Ben said to Dash and Luke. "So, I thought I'd let you in on some fun. " Luke, horny as hell, blurted out, "Can I fuckin jack off, Ben...I'm gonna nut on the floor in a sec here, bro." I was just getting to that. Have a seat on the floor, boys." Ben opened his backpack up and pulled out Eric's white and red-striped Adidas superstars. "Eric's got a sneaker fetish or some shit like that, so I thought it'd be cool for him if we all fuckin spunked up his sneaks...he's been a good `lil slave today, right?"
...to be continued... all comments can be sent to electricemu84@aol.com