(Author's Note: This is the story of 20 year old Eric Ticker, supermarket employee in a training program, who makes a bad call in a store softball game and thereby gives everyone a chance to pay him back. It's my first story since I finished Varsity Tough in June of 2009. Comments of all sorts will be welcomed).
Chapter One - After The Game
I was proud to be the captain of our store's softball team. We played against store teams from other grocery chains, and sometimes even bigger operations like Radio Shack and Best Buy. At 20 I thought I owned the world. I was in as good a shape as when I played sports in high school. I still worked out, still had a body that made the girls look. Swimming pools and beaches were the best places to show off what I had, and I took advantage of every opportunity.
Looking back I can see that probably I was so busy compensating for my real shyness, my desire not to be laughed at, that I tried too hard in the other direction. I bragged a lot, I showed off my muscles to anybody who was interested, and yet never changed clothes in front of other people. That last part may seem odd in light of everything else. OK, it seems damned odd. But here's the thing, here's the dark secret. Ever since I hit puberty my dick just seemed to grow without warning. No I don't just mean I boned up -- that happened too -- but I mean it seemed like every year it hung longer than the year before. And when it came to jacking off, man I couldn't stop. I literally couldn't help it.
When you're jacking as much as I was, you're bound to get caught. A number of times. Each my parents caught me at one time or another. Man, talk about being mortified. Dad told me to be a man, tough it out, and wait for marriage. When that didn't work, he took me to the bathroom one day, made me drop my pants and pull down my shorts, and pointed at my dick. "If you can't stop this self abuse, that thing is just going to get longer and longer. Everybody will know what caused it. Guys will laugh you out of school, laugh you off any team you join. And girls will never want to date you."
Even with the humiliation, I couldn't stop. I'd try to slow it down, not do it as often, but then bingo it would hit me. I'd know that I couldn't keep putting it off, that I just had to do it. I never went more than 2 days without doing it. And any day I did it, I would end up doing it at least twice, maybe 3 sometimes. That's not counting my marathons.
So anyway I kept my secret. I guess I made up for my shame by the way I treated other people. I rode everybody's case at the store and on the team, making sure people knew I was totally confident, totally in charge, the man who never faltered. I was the Assistant Store Manager in Training. I know that's a long title, but to me it's an important one, and I was trying to live up to my job, at work and at play. I felt like I had to be on top of all situations at all times.
Now that brings me to the final game of the softball regular season, Friday night against the cross town supermarket. We were traditional rivals, but somehow things always got tense when it came to the final game of the season. And with me and my problems, I always got hard when things were tense. I'd wear a jock because my boxers were always stretched tight when the chips were down.
The captain from that other team was a real jerk. Kevin, that's his name, well he and I went to high school together, and one time back then he saw me at the urinal in the boys' bathroom and made some comment about my long dick. We squared off right there. It was a fair fight, but to make sure he'd remember, I pinned him down right there on the bathroom floor, took his pants and threw them out the window. As he rushed over to the window, he leaned over to look out, and I got his briefs as well. Then I ran out laughing. He tried to get revenge by telling people about how long my dick was, but I just told them he had a little weenie and was afraid to run outside naked to get his clothes back. I said that was the mark of a true weenie. We had not gotten over our differences since then.
Well here we were, team rivals, and us captains were rivals too. So when we were starting the eighth inning and were leading them by two runs, I decided to get even with him for good. Going over to him, I made a bet that the losing captain would have to strip down before leaving the field, with both teams still present. He grinned at me. "Still anxious to show off that long hog dick of yours, Eric?"
"No way, man. I want them to see what a little weenie you have, Pencil Stub. I will send you bawling for your pants like you were in the boys' bathroom that day back in high school."
It was a dare that only my horniness could account for. My fear of nudity and exposure, my anxiety to avoid ridicule, all went to the wind. Here was my chance to show my team what a great captain I was, what a ballsy stud who wasn't afraid to take risks. When I returned to the dugout with a swagger, I told them that their sorry asses were going to get a big reward when they got to see the other team captain strip in front of them.
I could tell they were impressed. I watched the look on their faces, saw a couple of them nudge each other, and I knew my team admired and respected their captain. Boy was I wrong. But I didn't find that out until later.
The final inning was a disaster for us. I've never seen my guys play so poorly. When the game ended, we had lost by two runs. The crowds started leaving the stands. I told my guys we needed go head to our cars.
"What about your bet?" Robby, my second baseman, asked. "The other captain is coming over this way...with his team." Robby is big, dark haired, and strong. I was glad to have him on my side.
I looked up, and there they came across the field to us. I turned to run but my team surrounded me.
Robby said "OK, Eric. Now's the time to step up to the plate and be a man." They grabbed my arms and held me until the captain arrived.
"Out on the field" he said. His guys took over from my team, and dragged me out to center field. I could see people in the stands had started to leave. But now they were looking this way wondering what was going on. I didn't see how I could get out of this. I wished I could holler to them to just go home and quit looking over this way. They hadn't stopped exiting, but a lot of them sort of paused.
It was the worst moment of my life. At least up until then it was. They surrounded me and told me to strip. I said I wouldn't, so they piled on, pinned me down, and were all over me pulling off clothes, shoes socks everything. They had more fun pulling off my jock than was absolutely necessary. They were whooping and shouting and laughing while they did it. They made cat calls and whistled and practically started to cheer as each part came off. They tossed my stuff over their shoulders and hopefully my team got them for me. Of course the minute they saw my dick they let out an even bigger roar.
"Everybody's got to see this thing!" Kevin their captain shouted. "It's even bigger than I remembered!" The team was shouting and I'm sure my guys were piling in to see too.
Naturally those in the stands who hadn't left, abandoned any thought of leaving until they could find out what all the excitement was about. Damn it was embarrassing! I was struggling to get up and they were still holding me...pawing me was more like it. But then they grabbed my arms and hauled me up and with a couple of them behind me pushing against my back and guys holding my arms, the captain marched me toward the stands.
We were still a little ways off, but I could see the shock on the faces of girls my age and men who were disgusted. "Shake him a little" Kevin told his guys. They did, making my dick swing left and right. I saw one girl cover her mouth and turn away. At least nobody had cameras or binoculars...as far as I could tell.
A couple of the umpires, who had been stowing their gear away, turned around and started running in our direction, shouting and waving their arms. At the same time the guard rounded the corner from the parking lot, coming fast.
Kevin realized what was about to happen and shouted out "Clear out, guys! We'll meet at my place later! RUN!"
Then everything happened really quick. The other team went in one direction and we chased off in another. My guys sort of surrounded me which I thought was great because they were covering my nakedness. I realized later they had another motive.
Robby said "Get in my car quick! If the guard or the refs catch you, you'll be suspended." So I got in the back, thinking my clothes would be there. Two other guys piled in on either side of me, then pushed me down on the floor while a third joined them there in the back seat. Robby and Jerry our stock room manager got up front and we sped off.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked.
"They're in the other car. We'll catch up with them at the Burger drive-through. We're going for beer and burgers like we always do."
"Yeah but I'm naked. And why are you keeping me down on the floor?"
"Until we're far enough away from the field, we don't want anybody seeing a naked guy escaping in a car. But after the next block you can sit up in somebody's lap and look out the window if you like."
I was lying on their shoes and started to sit up. "I don't want any naked butt in my lap" one of them said. I realized how visible I would be, and lay back down. Then they shifted their feet and everybody put their feet on me.
"Hey! Take your feet off." I was ticked off. I was their captain. But with that, Robby slowed the car and said "If you don't like the accomidations, you can get out right here."
There was a bust of laughter. This would be even worse, to be dumped naked in this part of town which was known as a bad neighborhood with high crime.
"No, Robby. No, I'm happy."
"Our captain is happy lying on the floor with people resting their feet all over his body?"
"Actually we've still got our shoes on" Ted the outfielder said above me.
"Well pull off your shoes and let our captain get the full aroma of those sweaty jock feet."
That was the last straw! They actually started doing that. Ted's feet really stunk. Maybe people 6'2" generate more sweat in their socks than the rest of us. What's more, I got kicked or stepped on as they struggled around removing their shoes. Plus I was lying on my back and one of them pinched my nipples as he pulled off one of his sneakers.
"What are you people doing to me?"
"Nothing more than what you did to us this season. Treated us like we were dirt under your feet." Ted sounded bitter.
"But I'm your captain," I almost screamed. "I was supposed to make you do your best! That's what a captain does!" I was really mad now.
Robby responded right away. "Yeah, but we're the ones wearing clothes, and you're not. I think as long as you're naked, you'll pretty much do whatever we tell you to, right?"
I said nothing more, but I was fuming. Then I felt someone's bare foot move across my pubic hairs and nudge my dick. I froze. If they started that, I'd be rock hard in a second. I couldn't get hard in front of my own team. It was bad enough when people laughed at it out at the field, but if it got hard... Another foot came down on my chest. It was a light movement, but it began to rub my nipples. Then the third guy put one of his feet under my balls. I gasped.
They started laughing. Robby called back "What's going on back there?"
"We're just giving out captain a foot rub", Mark our catcher said. Then by way of explanation he added, "His body, our feet. And we're getting results."
Robby shook with laughter. "He'll be primed for the drive through."
Jerry, sitting beside him, leaned back over the seat to see what was happening. "Any of you guys back there know how to jerk a guy off just using your toes?"
More laughter, and now my dick was lengthening. Not only that, but the foot or big toe that was under my balls was finding its way to my crack. It was like it was seeking my butt, and not just my butt but my hole. My hole was virgin territory and I intended to keep it that way.
But while I was worrying about that, my nipples were getting tight from being rubbed, and the foot working my dick was making it grow. Then it hit me, Oh my god the whole sexual feeling thing was going to take over if they didn't stop soon. I tried to think of scary stuff but nothing would take that sexual feeling out of my mind. All the images when I jerk off came back, plus Rita and how we had made out.
It was a mistake for me to remember Rita. Although we broke up last month, we had spent some hot times in the back seat of my car. She wouldn't do it in my apartment because she said that was too much like making it permanent. Then at that point Robby interrupted my thoughts.
"Our captain always emphasized cooperation, teamwork. Are you guys doing this is rhythm?"
I heard them checking with each other, and then suddenly they really began in earnest. Nipples, dick, and ass hole were all being massaged, twirled around, invaded or rubbed on, all at the same time. I involuntarily rose up against the feet, trying to escape. The fact that my dick was growing only got them more excited. When I thought I couldn't take anything else without having some kind of orgasm, Robby said "We're here."
They let me up as the car stopped. Fortunately we were at the shaded end of the parking lot where trees hid the lights that illuminated the place. As I tried to sit up they turned away from me in mock disgust, saying "Keep that damn thing away from me" and "Don't shove your ass in my face."
"Where are my clothes?"
"They're in Lloyd's car."
"OK but where is his car?"
Robby grinned broadly. "See down there where all the cars are? That's Lloyd's car there, waiting for you with your clothes."
"I can't walk down there. I'm naked. Can't you pull up beside the car? They could pass the clothes through the window and I could dress in here."
"Hey listen, I'm not the one who made the stupid bet with the other team's captain. It's pay up time for you, chief."
They were all enjoying this way too much. "I can't do it, Robby. I'm hard."
They all fell out laughing. "Look who's complaining. You rode us so hard this season, and now you are complaining about one little -- or maybe in your case -- very big thing?"
Lloyd, or maybe one of the others from our team, must have spotted Robby's car. They started waving an arm out the window, signal for me to come on. At the same time the guys on the seat with me started moving me out the door.
"Hey guys, no-" but it was too late and suddenly I was outside, almost sliding to the ground. I couldn't believe this was happening. Here on a Friday night with all sorts of people in cars or going in to eat, and I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. I reached down to cover my dick and balls, but I knew it was hopeless. I decided the best thing to do was to run fast and hope nobody was looking this way. But that hope came to an end when I was halfway there and Robby started honking his horn and slowly edging along behind me. I knew everybody must be looking. I reached Lloyd's car and grabbed the door handle. It was locked! They had rolled the windows up and were waving out at me, holding my clothes up so I could see they had them. I pounded on the glass and shouted. That just gave them more fun.
I knew people were looking our way. I turned back to Robby's car which had edged closer and was still blowing the horn. As I did so, Lloyd's car roared away and began honking. Robby's car started backing away. They had their windows rolled up as well, and I'm sure the doors would be locked. They were waving goodbye.
At that moment, a car pulled up beside me and some guys said "Hop in". It was the other team. Before I could even respond, they grabbed me and pulled me inside.
"You're ours now, loudmouth!" They sounded triumphant.
They yanked me across the back seat with three guys now holding me down in their laps. Kevin, the captain, looked back and grinned sarcastically. "I didn't know you were coming here for a hamburger. We could have given you a ride from the field. Why didn't you ask?"
His teammates roared with laughter. Lying on my back spread across the three of them in the back, I was virtually helpless. I reached down to cover my crotch, but the guy in the middle grabbed my hand.
"None of that!"
"What's he doing?" Kevin asked.
"Trying to covert his damn dick. I mean that thing is pretty disgusting, but still he seems too modest to be captain of a softball team."
"Oh we'll cure him of any modesty. For the time being, if he tries to over himself again, just tell me and we'll stop the car and dump him out right here. Then we can follow him down the street and start honking the horn again."
I was totally confused. "How did this happen?"
Kevin couldn't wait to explain. "We worked this out with your team. They gave you to us. Aren't you happy?"
I couldn't believe it; my own team had sold me out. Apparently one of the other guys couldn't believe it either, because he asked, "He's ours? To do with whatever we want?"
"Right," Kevin said. "Our whole team. The rest of the guys will be waiting for us, and we've got as long as we want with him. After all, it's the weekend."
I had to be at work on Saturday, it was on my schedule. While I'm a trainee, I'm not allowed to miss work. "No tomorrow I have to be at..." but I didn't get any further. One of the guys slapped his hand over my mouth.
Kevin said "He doesn't have to be anywhere unless we say he does. He's ours, man."
"What are we planning to do to him?" That was the guy at the end with his hand on my nipples. He leaned over looking down at me and grinning. I tried to squirm but he shook his finger the way you'd do to a naughty child.
"Let's just keep real still and enjoy the fun, or you'll be sorry later."
"Is he enjoying himself ?" Kevin asked.
One of the guys holding me said, "He must be dammed happy about that, his bone is pointing to the sky. Either that or he's scared `stiff'." They all burst laughing like that was just the greatest joke in the world.
"Well don't let that thing run away. Tie it off!" Kevin said.
"With what?" one guy asked. Another started moving and I could feel him pulling off his sneakers. "I'll use my shoe laces, but in return I get to tie it off my way."
I didn't like the sound of that. Also by this time all the attention my dick, balls, pecs and body had been getting had me nearly to the discharge point. I knew my balls were so loaded that I could shoot off at any second. If somebody just grabbed it I know I'd plaster the car ceiling.
We were rolling now, heading out of the parking area but I didn't know where they were taking me. The guy with the laces was tying a tight knot around the base of my dick, and then started tying off my balls. When he was through he thumped my dick. I instinctively doubled over, but surprisingly my dick didn't fire. It felt close, but the knot at the base was keeping me from shooting.
"We got him tight now. Anything else, captain?"
"Yeah" Kevin called back. "Stick two fingers up his butt."
Damn! He must be nuts. Nothing's ever gone up my butt.
"Two?"
"Yeah, a guy doesn't know he's been fucked until you get two fingers up him."
The use of the word `fucked' made me worry even more. Although there was obviously no reason to think that they might try to fuck me, still...
The guys holding me looked at each other. One of them said quietly "I ain't sticking my fingers up any ass hole ever." "Me either" the one in the middle said. The guy on the end, the one who had tied my stuff off, sighed. "Kevin, it looks like these two wimps are afraid of his butt. I guess it'll have to be me."
Kevin cleared his throat. "In that case...we're just going to have to have a training session on sticking fingers up butts. We'll do that as soon as we get there."
I wondered where we were going and started to ask, but the guys holding me kept moving their hands around and it was driving me crazy. One kept sliding his hand across my chest, and finally said "Whew! He needs a bath big time."
"We'll hose him down once we're there. Then we'll have fun."
I felt sick. I had no clothes, no car and no car keys, no keys to my apartment, no ID or money or credit cards. I had nothing, and they were taking me someplace that I'm sure I wouldn't want to be.
"Put him down on the floor. That'll keep the smell away" Kevin said.
With that they slid me off their legs, over their knees, and down on the floor. One of them touched my dick as they were doing that, and I shuddered. Instinctively I reached down to keep his hand away, but he said "Lock your hands behind your head, or I'll tell Kevin to put you out." I pulled back instantly. It was really scary to think of being outside with no clothes and nowhere to go. It was a nightmare like the kind I used to have as a kid.
Looking down, he grinned at me in a snarky way, and I knew he was up to something. He began to reach down like he was going to touch my dick, and I'd cringe away and he'd stop, pull back, and then reach down again.
"Look at him flinch" he said. Then he began to improve his method.
The other two hadn't been paying that much attention, but now they watched as he moved his hand like a quacking duck. The fingers were the top bill and the thumb was the bottom, and he would open and close them like the duck was quacking. He began a slow dive.
It was awful to lie there with them grinning and his hand coming down and I couldn't protect myself.
"Kevin, I think any minute now he's going to try and cover himself, so be prepared to dump him." The guy knew how to make me squirm.
The guy sitting beside Kevin up front looked over the back of the seat and told him what was happening. Kevin laughed. "He better not flinch" he said.
The quacking hand come closer and was beginning a slow dive. The guys on the back seat all started making quacking sounds. Then it happened. His hand `bit' me, caught my dick on its erect head, and I practically had a convulsion. They all hooted and shouted.
"Did he move his hands?" Kevin asked.
"No, but that bone of his danced while he vibrated."
"Well we'll have to let him put on a show for us when we get there. We could call it something like Dancing Dick and the Duck."
They all cracked up. Personally I didn't think it was all that funny.
"How about that, Rico, you think you and him could do a show? Maybe we could video it and have it around for parties."
Rico grinned, agreed, and then looked down at me as he said "One last swoop. Here comes the duck! Here comes the duck!"
The nipple rubber got into the act by twisting my nipples while Rico started his dive. I felt the car slowing and knew Kevin wanted to see this too. All of them were shouting "Quack! Quack!" Rico dove down, `bit' my dick...and wouldn't let go! I twisted and hollered and finally couldn't stand it so I removed my hands from behind my head and grabbed his hand with one arm and hit him in the face with the other. I mean what he was doing hurt like hell!
Rico dove into me and we crashed down on the floor, the other two guys pulling away to the far sides to give us room. I could take Rico pretty good if I had my clothes on and if I didn't have a cord wrapped around my hard dick and balls. I could feel the car picking up speed, so I knew Kevin wanted to get us somewhere safe from traffic. That suited me just fine.
But Rico was really on top of me. I was squirming around and he suddenly grabbed my enlarged bone and began twisting it. That hurt something fierce. I hollered and the guys started crying "Grab it again!" "Get him good, Rico!" "Rico's the twist master!" Then Rico started pulling on the cord that was wrapped around my bone. Since it was wrapped around my balls as well, the pain got worse, and I got louder.
"Go limp!" somebody said, but as I tried to do that, someone else said "He can't go limp, his dick's tied off!" That made them laugh but fortunately I could tell we had turned off the highway and were pulling in somewhere. The back seat boys stopped messing with me, although Rico kept his hand far too near my private parts for comfort.
When I could get up, I saw we were at somebody's house, parked just outside the carport. It was a two story house and we were at the basement entrance. They pulled me out and led me in. Going through a hall with stairs, we were in the playroom or family room of the house.
Another car pulled up outside, and in a minute four other team members dashed into the room, all eager and anxious. They were carrying two buckets of barbequed chicken wings.
"We got the buffalo wings!" one of them shouted. Then he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me. They all looked at me and burst out laughing. They kept looking at my bone. Every time I tried to cover it, Rico or one of them would swat it away.
"What're we gong to do with him?" one of them asked almost too eagerly. He had to be the youngest one on the team.
"My house and my rules" Kevin said. "We can do this together, but as long as it's my place, I decide what we do next. Then later maybe we can take him to Walmart and let him get some clothes, or try to."
There was a lot of laughter. Someone opened the refrigerator door by the entrance. It was filled with cold bottles of beer.
"Dexter's started storing his beer down here?"
"My beer. I've got a fake ID. Dexter's out of town this week and we've got the house to ourselves tonight."
"What's that cord doing around his dick? Are we going to lead him around by a rope or something?
"Whatever you want, but that's a good idea for starters. First we need to eat...and you guys can tie his hands behind his back and let him put on a show for us. He's our dinner entertainment. If he does good, we might even feed him afterward. Ever fed buffalo wings to a rival team captain? The barbeque will get all over him. Then he has to lick it up."
"Everywhere?"
"Right, and you'd be surprised where some of it can drip to."
I figured he meant it would get on the guy feeding me, like maybe on his shoes or feet or something. But some of them laughed and one of them said "Like we did to Charlie?"
There was applause as well as guffaws. I wondered what they meant. But by then someone, it turned out to be Rico, was tying my hands behind me. He patted my butt and I jerked. With that he grabbed me by the hips and started swinging me side to side. The others saw what was happening and joined in with comments.
"Can he do that to music?"
"Sure" Kevin said, "at least if he wants to ever get home he can. I bet everybody at his store would like to see how he dances for us. Who brought the video camera?"
Someone turned on a big sound system and put on a CD. The party was getting started now. I dreaded what would happen. They were already drinking beer and smearing barbeque all over their faces eating the buffalo wings. Their smeary grins were directed at me, their eyes gleamed like pigs' eyes, and I knew I was really trapped.
One of the pointed at my dick. "That damn thing is unbelievable. How'd you get it that size?"
"He probably jerks of constantly" another said. By now I was in agony. The pain of being hard with no relief and the strain of the cords was giving me all sorts of problems.
"I can make it do tricks" Rico offered hopefully.
"Why doesn't it go down?"
"Because it's tied off. He can't shoot but he can't go down, either. I guess you could say he really is caught between a rock and a hard place." Kevin burst out laughing as he said that. This was his revenge on me.
"Shake that thing!" one of them said. He sounded like he was in an ugly mood.
Rico grabbed my hips again. He stood behind me, slowly moving his hands across my butt. Maybe he thought that would turn me on even more. Then he shook me again. The loose end of the cord flopped around like a leash.
"Don't do it for him! Make him do it!" the guy shouted above the music. He sloshed some of his beer as he gestured.
Rico slapped me on the butt really hard, and I started doing some sort of dance, mainly just hopping around and twisting. He kept popping me on the ass and my hard dick kept bouncing up and down. The guys seemed to love it. But I realized I was developing a problem. I needed to pee. I hadn't had a chance since the game, and now with the pressure of my erection and the pressure in my bladder, it was like something wanted to explode.
When the song ended I turned to Kevin. "Man I have to piss so bad I can't stand it. I need some relief."
Kevin smirked. "Well Junior Assistant Manager in Training, that presents a problem. As tight as Rico's got you tied, I don't think anything can get out. So it looks like you'll just have to hold your water."
Rico reached around from behind me and flipped my dick, bouncing it in the palm of his hand. "Yes, it is nice and tight, right softball captain prisoner?" He seemed to really get off on that sort of thing.
I flinched. It really hurt and I was getting desperate. "Please Kevin, can't you do something? I mean it, man, it's really bad."
Kevin loved this power over me. I could see it written all over his face. All of them were watching my dick bounce off Rico's hand, up and down, slap and splat, over and over. I began shifting around and they thought I was starting a dance and someone turned the music back on. This was hurting me and it was also making me feel like I could cum and piss all at the same time. I had never had a feeling like that before.
Kevin reached over and cut off the music. "OK, just know that we don't have to do a damn thing for you -- I mean you're ours. We don't owe you any favors. But if you make it worth our while, I'll let you piss." As I looked at him hopefully, he said "Untie the cords on his stuff, Rico. But keep his hands tied. Bragg, you film this."
Bragg apparently worked at a camera shop since they had been treating him like a video expert and he had filmed my so-called dancing. Rico was in his glory now, leaning down in front, touching my balls, playing with the string, unwinding it, and seeking to untie the knots.
"Can't you just cut the cords?" someone asked.
"Naw. I got them too good. Couldn't nobody but me ever get them loose."
I saw the guys give each other looks. They must have been used to Rico's bragging.
It was really painful waiting for the thing to come off. Finally it did and I was very relieved. I wondered if anybody had ever had a serious injury from being tied up this way too long.
"Thanks, Kevin. Now where's the bathroom?"
This was Kevin's moment. "I don't think anything was said about a bathroom. You have two choices. I can put a small pail down in front of you and let you piss, but if you spill any on the floor you will have to lick it up. And given how you can't use your hands, I imagine you're going to be doing a lot of licking. Or, the other choice is we could go out in the front yard with the flood lights on, and let you piss in the yard facing the street. Which will it be?"
I faltered for a minute. The thought of being exposed outside was so bad I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to pee if I did take that choice. But it really made me gag to think of licking up piss off this filthy basement floor.
But Kevin spoke up again. "By the way, if you're outside we'll write `Bagfull Groceries' in big letters on your chest, so anyone driving by will know where you work. That will give your store a little bit of free promotional publicity, right?"
I stood there feeling the circulation come back to my dick and balls. I was still rock hard. I sort of shifted side to side to help the blood flow get started down there. They all laughed. I realized how ridiculous I must look with that bone swinging like a crane. Rico reached up and stopped it. He held it a moment and I thought I would shoot on the spot. I shivered. With that he released his hold and the thing popped up with some precum beginning to spot the tip now. I quivered and they all laughed.
"Rico you like that rod of his almost a little too much" one of the guys said.
Rico glared, stood up and started for him. The guy tried to get away still laughing, but Rico had him in a second on the floor. He began grabbing him between the legs and cursing, asking him "How you like that now?"
The guy was in pain and Kevin stopped it. "Hey! We've got a job to do here! Quit messing around, both of you. And you Davis think before you make any more comments."
Kevin walked up to me, looked me right in the eye, and grinned. "Well Eric, which is it to be?"
With a queasy stomach and heavy heart I said "Outside."
They all shouted their approval. Davis apparently had recovered from his ball crunching time with Rico, and he grabbed a magic marker on the shelf and began painting my store's name on my chest. But he soon realized that the store name was too long for big letters. He stopped, grabbed a rag, and scrubbed it off.
"What are you doing?" one of them asked.
"New idea" he said. I heard them begin to laugh. He wrote something across my chest, and then with a different color he came down my chest while they roared. They faced me toward a mirror. In big letters my chest said, "Here it is" and then an arrow went down to my pubes and erection. Then with a red marker he began coloring my dick. The feeling was intense, and my bone bobbed up and down.
"Hold it still" someone said, so Davis grabbed the unpainted head, continued coloring the shaft, then grabbed it by the base and went over and over the head making sure the color stayed bright. Then we went outside where some of them were already waiting.
They put me in the middle of the front yard, directly in front of an aluminum scrub bucket. I looked at Kevin and he said "You didn't think I'd let you pee all over my brother's lawn, did you? Anyway this bucket will make lots of noise when you piss."
He had said floodlights would be on, but that wasn't exactly the case. They had border lights illuminating the shrubs around the house. That meant I'd be more in silhouette and maybe not so noticeable.
Rico stood behind me, his hands on my ass. This was getting to be a regular thing with him I decided. Kevin and the others sort of stood off to the side, watching me in profile.
"Go head and piss" Kevin said, "after all you've been aching to get out here."
"Yeah" someone snarled, "get started Mr. Junior Assistant Manager in Training."
I wanted to. Everything inside me was pushing, wanting to get out. But it wasn't happening. Just then a car started down the street, coming in our direction. When it was almost in front of where we were, one of the guys beside me sounded an air horn. I jumped and everybody laughed. The car's passengers all looked our way. I could have died. The guys turned away, not wanting anyone to recognize them.
Then one of them turned a hand-held spotlight on me. That was the moment I started to pee. The sound of my piss hitting the bucket sounded in my ears as loud as the air horn. They held the spotlight on me but the car moved quickly away. I was too ashamed to even look at the people in it.
Then another car headed our way, and I could hear the radio long before they got here. It was obviously a rowdy bunch of college guys, and I wondered if their dates were with them. My dick wouldn't go down, and my peeing was in spurts as I tried to force it all out. The spotlight had been clicked off but I knew the guys were just waiting for the right moment. I strained and got another squirt just as they hit the air horn and spotlight. The car slammed on breaks and came to a standstill directly in front. The people in it howled. Rico standing behind me started shaking me again and I was spraying myself, the bucket, and the lawn all at once.
Leaning out of the car window, one guy hollered out, "Is that thing of his artificial?"
The guy on the air horn gave two toots which I guess meant no. Then some guy got out of the back seat. His date grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back in, but he said "Naw, I want to see something that size." Then he hollered toward us, "Hey, does it stay hard all the time?" The air horn gave one toot.
"I'll be back in a minute," he called to his date. He pulled away from her but she started getting out after him. The couple up front were laughing their heads off. My dick was still hard and I hadn't finished pissing. I was sort of forcing it out in little spurts now. I knew I could go soft if I emptied my bladder, but all this commotion wasn't helping things any.
The guy staggered up to me. He looked to be just a couple of years older than me, and was definitely stoned. He had that bug-eyed look some of them get when they're really high.
"Hey" he said slowly, then paused and sort of stumbled between words. "It's still going. You piss this much every time?" His date caught up with him and told us, "He's drunk. He always gets this way when he's drunk."
"Can I touch it? Can you stop with that piss stuff and let me touch it?"
"Gordon!" She was really ticked at him.
"Aw Gwen, I just want to touch it. I've never seen one that big. Look at it. Don't you want to hold it too?"
Actually I had stopped peeing, even though nothing was getting softer. He reached out and gently wrapped his hand around it. I moaned. I hated myself for letting that sound slip out, but it felt awesome. The guys around me laughed. I looked at his date. She was very pretty, blond hair, shorts and halter, like they were coming back from the beach. I was even more embarrassed when she told him, "OK, I'll touch it if you promise to come back to the car."
I didn't want her doing that. If he was able to get me to moan, she'd definitely make me cream myself. Her hand was slender and I felt the softness of it as she touched my dick. She patted it, lifting the head in the palm of her hand. I began to shake from the sensation. I wanted to scream and dance up and down. It was a feeling like I've never had before. And my dick responded by getting stiffer than I could ever remember. It really did feel like it wanted to take off.
"Yes honey, it's nice. Now come on. We have to go."
He looked toward Kevin. "Can I come back later?"
She grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him back to the car. "No you can't come back later! I keep telling you that when you drink, you start acting this way. I think something's wrong with you."
"One more touch? Just for good luck?" He gave me such a yearning look I almost felt sorry for him, and I'm definitely not into guys touching my dick. Behind me Kevin said "You've got a buddy for life in him. We'll fix you up with him or somebody good before the night's over."
I hated that. I saw the car go on, and the guy was turned trying to look back at us from the rear window.
I turned toward Kevin. "Please now can we go back in?"
"I thought you wanted to be out here."
"Yes to pee. Now let's go back in, please." I realized I had a begging tone, but I couldn't stand this much public nudity.
"Not until you're ready."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not taking you back inside my brother's house with a raging hard on. You ought to show more respect to other people's homes than poking that dick at everything in it." Everyone laughed. Rico patted my butt. "He likes it out here, that's why it won't go down."
I was about to snap. I whirled sideways and said "If you'd quit rubbing my ass like you want to have it for your self, maybe it could go down."
That was a mistake. The minute I said it I wanted to take it back. Instantly Rico grabbed my bone, bent it painfully, and slowly pulled me down to where my butt was facing the street and my face was on a level with my knees.
"I have something for that butt, and if you don't shut up I'll paddle your ass right now, out here in front of everybody passing by." The guy with the air horn gave a toot in approval and a couple of guys around me applauded. The one with the spotlight shone it on my butt. I think a car was passing by but I was in so much pain I didn't care.
I groaned and took a sharp gasp of air to try and not really holler. I felt like he was trying to pull it out by its roots, and he had it bent so badly it felt like he wanted to see if he could break it.
"Patrol car!" somebody said. I couldn't turn sideways enough to see, but everyone had turned in one direction. They started hurriedly pulling me with them as we went inside. A neighbor must have called about the noise and the spectacle, not to mention the air horn.
I suppose the police were merely showing their presence in an effort to quiet them down and avoid any confrontation. Whatever the reason, once we were inside we never heard anything of them or saw any evidence they were still around. And once Rico let go of my dick, it started to subside a little.
Kevin was still in charge and he seemed to relish the moment. But some of the team began to drift away. I guess they had already had enough fun for one evening -- or fun with a guy at least. Most of them probably had dates, and one of them was married (he was wearing a wedding band). In fact he leaned over where they had me standing by a post in the basement, patted my butt, and said, "You may not believe this right now, but there are worse things than this. I know. I'm married." He grinned and lightly bumped my dick, sending it hard again. With a weird chuckle, he went out the door and was gone.
End of Part One
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