Getting Eric

Chapter Ten - Max's Prisoner

(Eric Tucker, 20, already finds himself in trouble as he awaits his approval as an assistant supervisor at his grocery chain. Now he's dreading a Friday night stag party where he is expected to perform, along with his new friend and fellow sufferer Yancy Davis. But before any of that happens, he currently is trying to get out from under the thumb of Max Bockstrop, owner of Bockstrop's Pharmacy.)

Wednesday morning came all too soon. I think I might have been dreaming something about Yancy and me, but once my eyes were open any memories of that were gone. I got up, stumbled around, and remembered I now needed to get busy with that enema thing I practiced last night. I needed to get a shower anyway, so I went in the bathroom to take care of 'business'. After that I filled the enema bag with warm soapy water, picked the smaller sized nozzle head, and gave it a try. Just like last night, I had to really soap my butt hole good before I could push it in. I had thought maybe today it would go in easier, but no way. I let it fill me good before shutting off the tube. I held it inside a few minutes, and then let it out.

I was glad no one could see me. I try to have a little dignity about some things, but sitting on the pot while all this soapy remains voluminously cascades out is probably the single most embarrassing thing a person could be seen doing.

I did it three times, using larger nozzles each time. I felt stretched when I had finished. I also had maybe begun to feel something tingling down there as I went through the procedure. If I wasn't clean enough for Bockstrop, that was just tough. I was getting tried of people shoving me around.

I thought about last night and wondered what had happened with Benson and the other guys. Maybe getting caught by the police would end the rash of burglaries in the neighborhood. I figured when I heard from Yancy again he would probably have some news. I realized that yesterday was the first time since we were thrown together Friday night that I had not seen or heard from Yancy.

On top of everything else, I was worrying again about the upcoming stag party Friday night. Even though Paul and Marcus had given me an idea of what was expected when they made me practice the other afternoon, it really wasn't anything I would enjoy. But that didn't matter to them. I would be glad when I finished my probationary period so I could transfer somewhere else, hopefully somewhere far away from all of them. Paul had promised if I did the stag thing, he could guarantee Penser would approve me.

I had forgotten Benson urinated all over himself in the back seat until I opened my car door. I rolled the windows down, and actually the smell wasn't that bad, but by afternoon in the heat things would probably be very different.

Once I got to work things were busy, and it was a little while before I came across Ted. When I did, he gave me a sort of embarrassed look. We were near the bakery, which was his station.

"What's up?" I asked..

With sort of a shudder, he replied, "That was really something last night". I realized that this was the first time since last Friday's disastrous game that he had talked to me like I was a real person instead of somebody to be scoffed at and picked on.

"I don't blame you for throwing up" I said. I didn't want to embarrass him about how he ran to the bathroom when he saw what Scott was about to do to Benson.

"Oh. Well...thanks." Then he relaxed. "Ok, so I am not into stuff like that. When he came by here yesterday morning and said he was going to cure your problem, I thought he was just messing with you. He invited me to come along, and I took him at his word. I had no idea he was into stuff like he was trying last night."

Before last Friday night's game, I had gotten along with Ted ok. I started to hope things could go back to that kind of relationship.

"Did you put your trousers in the wash?" I asked with a grin.

"As soon as I got home."

"The back seat of my car stinks. I'm going to clean it over the weekend."

"That's rough." He sounded genuinely sympathetic. "I guess you could say Benson left his 'mark' on my clothes and your car." Then unexpectedly he offered, "Could you use an extra person on the job? I'll be glad to come over and help."

That really took me by surprise. Last night must have really shocked him.

"Thanks, Ted. That'd be great. Have you heard anything about what happened after we left?"

"Nothing on the local news this morning."

"Nothing in the local paper either. I checked it in the break room."

Ted seemed to be puzzling something out. "Why do you suppose someone would set those guys up like that?"

"Maybe it's payback for something their bunch did to a rival gang. Or maybe someone higher up the chain of command thought they were holding back or stealing. Who can tell?"

Ted nodded. "I guess last night showed me what Scott could be like. Honestly I just wasn't prepared for that."

"I want to keep him away. Have you got any ideas?"

"None at all. Did you see the look in his eyes last night?"

I nodded. I realized Ted didn't have any answers. Like so much lately, I was going to have to fend for myself. I went back to work.

After that I went by Paul's office. He had left a note on my desk asking me to come by. I hoped there wasn't any trouble.

He greeted me with a smile.

"I just wanted to make sure you were set for the rest of the week. No chance of you screwing up or blowing your stack, is there?"

"No. I think I've taken their hazing or whatever you want to call it pretty well."

"Did our practice with you the other afternoon give you a good idea of what Friday night will be like?"

"Yes. I'm comfortable with it, and Yancy is too."

"Get a shower before the show. And hold off on any sexual activity for maybe 24 hours before the event. It'll just keep you fresher."

I probably blushed. I didn't like anybody talking to me about my sex life, or lack thereof.

"I've never had any complaints" I said, knowing what a sad lie that was.

Paul gave me a serious look. "Eric, I've seen guys, who thought they could jack off as much as they wanted, get up in front of the group and not even be able to get it hard. It's a strain performing sexually in public unless you're used to it."

"I think last weekend gave me all the training I need" I said. "But I will keep your advice in mind."

Paul seemed to see something in his mind's eye, because he said "If you could put a shot all the way into the audience-"

"Hey! Wait a minute. You never said I'd have to actually shoot off on stage."

Paul held up the palm of his hand. "Whoa there. I'm just thinking, that's all." Then he picked up his phone. "Let me see if Marcus can let Lloyd run the meat department, and we can talk to him about this."

I hated that. Marcus still tries to stick his hand in my pocket to check my jock strap. I mean that's just stupid. But in a moment he was there, and like always he put one arm around my shoulder while he dug into my split pocket with the other. His fingers were getting better at it every time. I tried pulling away but he still kept working in there.

"Hey Marcus, cut it out. Damn, man, grow up."

"Aw Eric you know I'm just kidding. Don't be such a stuffed shirt. Or stiff jock as it happens to be in this case."

I might have believed he was just playing except every time he garbs me there, he sniffs his fingers when he pulls his hand out. He did it this time too.

"Is he staying fresh?" Paul asked.

Marcus sniffed again. "Seems to be. Nobody wants a smelly guy performing. But if you think we ought to take a closer look..."

I started backing toward the door.

"Wait" Paul said. "Marcus, tell him about no jacking for 24 hours ahead of time."

Marcus was delighted to tell me that. "Right. If you can't perform when you get up there, you not only wouldn't get paid, you'd be in deep trouble with the members. Paul and I have guaranteed that you would be a really hot property."

This worried me, but I nodded. "I understand. And I certainly will abide by that rule."

But then Paul said "That means from 8 p.m. Thursday night, no jacking. A real 24 hour period. Got it?"

All that talk was just making my dick horny. "Ok, I understand."

"Do you think you can actually keep your hands off your meat for 24 hours?"

Before I could answer, Marcus added, "And that includes no sex with guys either."

"What makes you think I have sex with guys?"

Marcus just looked heavenward with an innocent look. "Just a thought. I've seen you when Mark is around, and I thought maybe I saw a spark there."

That was just stupid. I told him so and left. I didn't care if they were mad, I didn't have to keep putting up with stuff. Well, actually I did have to do that for a while, but after Saturday...

The rest of the morning went by fast. I was due in Bockstrop's office on my lunch break. I walked in his door as I heard the clock on the square strike noon. He sat behind his desk and watched me come in.

"Have you done everything I asked?"

"Yes, sir." I didn't want to do anything to antagonize him.

"Used all the enema nozzles?"

I blushed and nodded.

"How did it feel?"

"Some were too big."

"That's good. That's the way it ought to be. We'll help you get used to it."

"We?" I asked.

"Reynolds and I. He's the expert on enemas and rectums. I think you both will enjoy the experience."

I was amazed he'd do something like that to an employee. Reynolds had seemed like a nice guy, clean cut, only a couple of years older than me.

"Now strip, Eric. I'm going to call Reynolds in, so be snappy."

He picked up the phone and summoned Reynolds.

He came right away, smiling. His sandy hair was hanging over his face until he pushed it back. He was probably 5'8", meaning almost three inches shorter than me. He had a swimmers body and he looked to be in his mid 20's.

"Reynolds, show Eric what you've got, and how smooth you are down there."

He stopped. A worried look came over his gray eyes. "Pleased don't make me do it for him too."

Bockstrop oozed authority. He clasp his large fingers together and repeated, "Show him, Reynolds." Then with a smirking grin he amplified, "Remember what I had to do to you the last time you didn't want to show yourself to others? What did your wife think of that blistered ass of yours?"

I guess he didn't need an answer. Reynolds dropped his trousers and his underwear, raised his shirt, and hobbled over to me. That's when Max spoke up.

"Eric, hold out your hand so Reynolds can put his balls in your palm."

That seemed weird, but I did what he said.

"What do you say, Reynolds?"

Like something memorized, he said "Eric, would you feel my balls?"

I looked into his eyes but couldn't read his expression, so I said "Yes." I moved my fingers, letting the balls leave the palm of my hand and began lightly touching them. Using just my finger tips, I rolled them slightly. His ball sack had been shaved and was smooth to my touch. His dick hung in the way, but as I moved my fingers I pushed it aside. Then to my embarrassment, it seemed to try to lengthen.

Now his eyes changed. To his own embarrassment he was enjoying this. I could feel him almost glow and his breath was a sort of sigh. Then Max spoke up.

"That's enough, Eric. I want you to examine his penis. What do you notice about it?"

Things were definitely pushing the limits. I touched it, letting it rest on the palm of my hand. It was smooth as silk, thin and average in size. But resting there it tried to lengthen a little more, but without success. It was like it wilted. I noticed also that it seemed almost unused, the way a little boy's might look before puberty set in.

"It's very smooth" I said.

"Does it seem unworked?" Bockstrop asked.

"Well it hasn't had much exercise lately from the look of it."

"Only just the look of it?"

"All right, from the feel of it too. It's like it hasn't had a fist or anything to make it tough."

"Reynolds, tell Eric why that is so."

Reynolds stood still, like a boy reciting before his classmates in school. "Mr. Bockstrop makes a salve he has me rub on it."

"And what is the result of that salve?" Bockstrop asked him.

I knew this was humiliating Reynolds, but there was nothing I could do but listen. I looked him in the eyes hoping to let him know I understood. His cheeks were red.

"It doesn't get hard."

"Louder, Reynolds."

"I can't get an erection."

"And what does your wife think of that?"

He swallowed hard before answering. "She thinks I'm not attracted to her, or else that there is something wrong with me."

"And how do we solve that, Reynolds?"

"Twice a week you give me a contrary salve that lets me get very hard."

"So twice a week you get to have sex with your wife. That's good, isn't it?"

Reynolds sighed and gave me a hopeless look. "Yes sir."

"And how do we prepare for that night of intercourse?"

"You masturbate me incessantly before I get off from work."

"And what is the result of that?"

"I have to work very hard that night to have an orgasm when I am having sex with my wife."

"That works well for her, doesn't it? You bring her to the point of ecstasy, sometimes more than once, before finally dumping your seed in her?"

"Yes, sir. She feels satisfied. But she doesn't understand why I only have sex on Wednesdays and Saturdays."

"But we know, don't we?"

"Yes sir."

"It's our little secret isn't it?"

Reynolds sighed. His dick lay lifeless on my palm. "Yes sir."

Bockstrop's eyes gleamed mischievously. "And tonight's the night, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"And so it's time for the contra salve. And then we can start your many masturbations before you get off from work."

"Yes, sir."

"Perhaps Eric can help us in this. But first I want to leave you two alone so you can show him how to enlarge his rectum, and additionally teach him your technique for a good blow job. Am I right?"

Poor Reynolds. He sounded so defeated. "Yes sir."

"Well, now that that's taken care of, I'll lock the door on my way out. The contra salve is on the desk. Eric you administer it first." He paused at the door. "Oh, I have a thought. Reynolds show Eric your hole and then see if he would like to 'enter' it."

I was flabbergasted. "I can't do that to you" I told him once Bockstrop was gone.

"Let's take care of other things first" he said, moving his clothes off the floor to an end table.

When he stood before me again, I began rubbing the salve on him. I felt sorry for his dick since it had reasonable length, but it was like there was no life to it. It felt so funny, like a baby's skin.

"How'd you get yourself into this, Reynolds?"

He swallowed hard. "I guess it was money. I started here 18 months ago, and he knew I had a wife. He said there were things I could do to earn extra money here, money not reported for income tax. It started out so simply. He was developing some salves he wanted to test on me. What was the harm in that?

"But he would have me strip before trying the salve, and then he'd come on to me. I'm straight, but when you're around him things just seem to happen. Stuff got out of hand and finally I was like his servant. I couldn't tell Vicky. She was so happy with the extra money."

I had gotten the salve on. It took a minute and then his dick began to get some color and look like it had some life to it.

"That's really rough. Couldn't you just quit?"

"I couldn't hope to find anything where I'd get this kind of money right away. Vicky doesn't know and wouldn't understand why I gave up such a good paying job and had to hunt for work. Even now with the economy so bad, she gets worried about what if I was unemployed. She's shy and she depends on me."

I had a question. "The pharmacy doesn't look like it would make the kind of money you seem to be saying Bockstrop pays you."

"He has other ventures. Plus he sells his salves privately...to rich buyers. There are people in this world who like to torture a man's privates by making it soft or making it hard."

"Wow."

"But I'm not staying just for the money. The worst thing is that he's got some pictures that would be embarrassing if they got out. It would break Vicky's heart to see me doing some of the stuff that's on the pictures."

"Are you sure he's got pictures?"

"Yes. Just like he's got some of you blowing him the other day."

I was totally frozen. Since he's Kevin's uncle I guess I should have known better.

"He does?"

"Yes. He shows them to me and cackles. He taunts me that he's going to make you my next lover. I hope he's just kidding. But he really does have pictures."

Trying to change the subject, I said "You're beginning to get a little hard now."

He sighed. "That's the other thing. He'll masturbate me so much this afternoon my dick will be sore and my balls will be drained when I get home. He'll keep me naked in here all afternoon, sitting in his lap at his desk, while he continuously plays with me."

"That's rough." I was totally sympathetic but if I kept picturing that too long in my mind, I'd start getting hard. I don't know why that's happening so much lately.

"Sometimes he spanks me as well. After a couple of orgasms he'll claim I'm too slow in cuming, and he'll take a paddle he keeps in the desk and bend me over his knee and go to town on me. Then he'll take this thin leather strip with a metal clip at the end, and make me bend over the desk and spread my cheeks and he'll use it to snap against my hole. He'll keep popping me with it until my hole is so sore I can't stand it, then I have to get back in his lap and let him start jacking me again."

I wished I could think of something to help him. But right now time was short and I would need to get back to work before too long, so I said, "We better get started."

He had me bend over the desk and spread my cheeks while he checked out my hole.

"You did a pretty good job with those nozzles when you had your enemas. But I don't think you're really loosened up enough."

He tried a gentle probe with his finger. "Are you sure you're clean inside?"

"I did it three times after I'd taken my morning dump."

"Ok then, I'm going in." He sucked on his finger and then began inserting it.

I could feel it against my pucker. He was gentle but he was probing. Finally the first joint went it. I gave a grunt.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm - ugh - 20." His second joint was in.

"I'm 25" he said. The whole finger down to the knuckle was in.

"And you've had to put up with him doing that stuff for 18 months?"

He was moving his finger in and then pulling partway back. "Not all of that time. It came about slowly. First he wanted to let me earn some extra money letting him test the salve on me."

"Oh! That hurt." Something larger had just entered me.

"A second finger. I'm trying to enlarge you." Then in a more sympathetic tone he added, "It gets easier now. Anyhow he slowly drew me in until I felt like there was no way out."

He began a probing wiggle inside me. I jerked in response and then my dick started hardening. This went on for about twenty minutes. When he pulled out I was totally hard. I stood up and my dick almost hit him in the face. He was hard too.

"I see that salve worked," I said, pointing to his erection.

"Yes, and you didn't have any of the salve, Eric," he said pointing at how hard mine was.

He stood in front of me. "I better let you practice sucking. Mr. Bockstrop said you were on your lunch break."

I laughed bitterly. "Yes some lunch break."

He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look. "I know. But the only way we can survive this is if we know we have each other. I'll teach you some pointers that he taught me. I'd never sucked a guy until he got me in his trap. I'll show you how to do it and then you'll be finished for today." He sighed. "Me, I'll be trapped here all afternoon. And you know something awful about it? I love my wife but when he sends me home completely drained I actually think it's a chore to have to make love to her."

I realized that poor guy was totally screwed. "Since you have the salve on your dick, will it taste bad when I have to suck it?"

"He had someone else suck mine with the salve, and the guy didn't complain."

"Anyone I know?"

Reynolds gave me a sad look. "You wouldn't want me to tell anyone about you, would you? You're a decent guy. Just take my word for it that you won't mind the taste. Now get on your knees and open your mouth."

I stared into his light brown pubes. His hair was more sandy, but the pubes were slightly darker. His balls were fine, just slightly drawn up the way they might be if he was getting aroused. I touched them. They were so smooth, so hairless, so... I had to stop thinking about stuff. He certainly kept himself clean.

He instructed me as I took his dick, licked the head and with my tongue touched the piss slit. Then after a few moments of that, he got me to hold the shaft up and lick the underside of the head, using as much force with my tongue as I could. He began to vibrate when I did that. He kept praising me, saying how good a job I was doing.

That made me feel proud of my work, and then I reminded myself that I shouldn't be proud to be a good cocksucker. And yet...there was something about Reynolds. It gave me a warm feeling.

It only took a few minutes before I could know for sure that my dick was getting far harder than it had done since the Viagra pill on Sunday. I couldn't understand it. I wanted to ask him if sucking on the salve on his dick could do that, but he had me practicing how to overcome my gag reflex. I tried my best, but I still gagged.

Then Mr. Bockstrop came back in wearing his long white lab coat, and we stopped. He smiled knowingly. We were both naked and we were both terrifically hard.

"Did he do a good job?"

"Yes" Reynolds said. "He needs to make his tongue stronger."

"I know what'll improve it. Eric, stick your tongue up Reynolds' hole."

"Sir?"

"Come on, Eric. There are worse things in this life, as I'm sure you'll find out if you don't go ahead and start rimming his hole. He's clean."

This was really embarrassing. Reynolds bent over and since I was still on my knees, with my dick as hard as it's ever been, I moved in on it. He spread his cheeks and I carefully stuck out my tongue.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly touched the edge of his hole. It wasn't as bad as I thought.

"Rim carefully, Eric. It's really an art form when you get good enough at it. And I intend to see you get that good."

Reynolds, his dick hard before I started, began to tremble. With my tongue stuck straight out, I pushed against his hole as hard as I could. I got an answering response as he spread his cheeks further, and arched his back with a backward thrust. Then for an instant I pushed in. He let out a gasp of sheer pleasure. Somehow that made my bone hard dick start pulsing. I moaned along with him. Bockstrop applauded.

"Good job! Now come up here" he said to me as he sat down in his chair. He had pulled the chair away from the desk.

Naked and hard, I walked up to him as he suddenly stood and opened his lab coat. He was naked underneath. There in front of me sticking up like it wanted to poke me was his 40 year old rampant penis.

"Have a seat, Eric" he said pulling me forward.

He whirled me around, sat down, and began pulling me down on his dick.

"We've got to get that hole opened up." Looking at his employee he added, "Right., Reynolds?"

Reynolds didn't answer, but Bockstrop said "Grab a condom from my desk and slide it on me while I get Eric to experience the ultimate hole opening. Maybe it'll be the ride of his life."

Reynolds scurried about getting it while I tried to protest.

"Eric, there's nothing harmful in this. I can't begin to tell you how many holes I've opened up this way. It's quick so the pain doesn't last - not if you've followed my instructions about the nozzles. It's virtually painless, and you'll feel like a new man afterward. Nobody is really a man until someone has had him up the butt, right Reynolds?"

Reynolds hung his head but agreed.

"No need to be shy, Reynolds. You weren't really much of a man until this war horse of mine tore that hole open." He was pulling me down toward that thing of his as Reynolds lubed the condom he had rolled in place. "Lube it good, Reynolds. Eric, I wish you could have heard Reynolds shout when I impaled him the first time. His voice went down two octaves. That's a real man's voice, and this thing of mine did it."

Then he took action. He pulled me down hard and I felt a blinding pain back there and I was sure something had torn. It felt so hot, it was almost unbearable. Then with a further thrust suddenly he was totally inside me. I couldn't move. I stayed still hoping the pain would go away. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom.

"Now Reynolds, while I hold Eric here, come and give him a really good blow job. Show him what a good cock sucker you've become."

I felt so sorry for Reynolds. He looked like he wished he could die.

I kept still as he leaned over in front of me. Bockstrop's bone was still at full mast inside me. I was getting used to it, and somehow it wasn't as bad as it had been.

Then Reynolds' mouth encompassed the edge of my dick. Just the head. The lips were sucking like they wanted to draw all the juices out of me. I had never felt anything like this before. It was totally different from the way Yancy had done it. But then Yancy wasn't as experienced as Reynolds obviously was.

Bockstrop's hands moved up to my nipples and he began playing with them. I was surprised how sensitive my nipples had gotten in the last week.

The incredible infinite sucking continued. I had the urge to push deeper into his mouth, but when I tried, Bockstrop held me back, saying "Just the tip. Let Reynolds literally such the nectar out of you." As he sensed I was getting near the firing point, Bockstrop let go of my nipples and dropped his hands down beside my shaft. Then he gave a fierce push up, driving that pole of his the deepest it had ever been. I suddenly felt a thrill I had not experienced and I knew I was about to shoot. Bockstrop grabbed my shaft and started pumping it, while telling Reynolds "Don't miss a drop. Suck it all. Suck!!!" I fired shot after shot. Reynolds swallowed it all. He was sucking so intensely I thought the head might come off in his mouth. Bockstrop kept pumping my shaft even after I had shot. I wriggled trying to get away.

"Eric, you're not done until I say you're done."

I waited, tense, there in his lap. His big hands still held my dick, still playing with the shaft. Reynolds had pulled off the tip after making sure nothing remained inside.

"OK, you're done" the big man said. I pulled up off him with a tremendous effort. I felt like my insides were coming out with his dick.

"Show Eric how you do you mouth, Reynolds. He seemed to really get off on that."

Reluctantly Reynolds began opening his mouth and moving his lips. It was almost like watching goldfish go after food in a fishbowl. But the irony was that the feeling when he was doing that was sexy as hell.

"I don't think I've ever been that hard" I admitted. I guess it was the afterglow of the sexual encounter, but I suddenly felt very close to them.

"I'm glad. But some of it might be the salve as well. It works on you like an aphrodisiac. And considering how much time you spent with his organ in your mouth, I'd say you got a big dose."

"Sorry" Reynolds whispered to me.

Glancing at a clock on the wall, Bockstrop said, "Time for you to get back to your job, Eric."

"Yes sir."

"But why don't you swing by here at 5 when you get off from work, and give Reynolds a ride home? This will be his big night with his wife, and you might enjoy seeing how he looks as he prepares himself to greet her."

Reynolds started to say "My car-"

"Will be safe here overnight. You can tell your wife you are having a mechanic check it. But I want you and Eric to begin spending some time together. It'll do both of you a world of good."

"But-" Reynolds seemed really upset.

Bockstrop had now completely discarded his long coat that had been open. He was a big man with a large stomach and a hairy chest and trail. His dick was still erect and his balls swung heavily. I watched in fascination.

"Now Reynolds and I should begin our little pleasure trip. Come climb on my lap, Reynolds. Good afternoon, Eric. See you at five."

"Please-" Reynolds began, but Bockstrop interrupted with a menacing tone.

"Somebody needs a spanking", he said leering obscenely. "Come on now, I'm waiting. Just crawl across my lap and we can get started."

I went out the door as fast as I could.

Back at work, the afternoon wore its way along. I was still thinking of Reynolds, awestruck and shocked as I thought of what Bockstrop had done to him and what he must be going through.

I went to the bathroom and tried to look at myself. I wiped my butt to see if there was any blood, and there wasn't. But it was so painful to the touch. I was glad I didn't need to dump a load right now. That would have been agony.

I had set up a meeting with Mark at seafood to plan what we would do tomorrow at Westside Mall. When I showed up, I was surprised to see his younger brother Denver there. Denver greeted me with eager brown eyes and a happy grin. He was dark haired like his brother, but his hung down on his forehead.

"Hey Eric" he said, holding out his hand to shake. For a fourteen year old he had a lot of poise.

"Denver. Glad to meet you."

Mark grinned "What's the matter, Eric? You're walking so funny. Did you crap in your pants? Ort maybe stick a shrimp up your butt?"

I thought to myself that it was certainly no shrimp, but I just shook my head. "It might be hemorrhoids" I said.

"Cowboys walk that way from riding a horse all day" Denver offered.

He kept standing real close looking up at me. I turned to Mark.

"Let's get started with our meeting."

Mark squinted. "Why don't you show Denver what he wants to see before we get down to business."

I pulled Mark aside right away. Where his brother couldn't hear, I said "I am sorry if he has a serious or near fatal illness, but I'm not about to go around exposing myself to 14 year olds."

Mark looked crestfallen. "You don't have to do anything. Just let him have a look."

"No way, Mark." Then I got back to Denver. "I'm sorry but I can't do that."

Denver tugged on my arm. "Please. Let me see it. Just once, lemme see it."

I shook my head.

"Mark said you would."

"Mark shouldn't have promised things he had no way of delivering."

"Well...ok" he said. He unsnapped the waist of his jeans and seemed about to drop them, right there in the seafood department.

"Denver, what are you doing? Stop that. If you need to take a crap, go to the bathroom." Turning to his brother, I said "Stop him Mark before he gets all of us fired."

He was hidden from the waist down by the counter of frozen fish, but still that didn't guarantee total privacy. Before Mark could say anything, he dropped his pants and pulled down his shorts.

"See mine?"

It swung there, semi hard. I could tell what Mark meant. This kid was going to have one of the longest dicks around. Right now he wouldn't have the problem I do; it wasn't thick and probably it wouldn't thicken that much when it got hard. He could have sex with girls with no problem.

"Now show me yours?" he asked.

I turned and started walking out. "Mark if you want to know anything about the seafood exhibit and what we'll do tomorrow, come by my office. And your brother is not to be in this store again."

Unfortunately there was no way I could actually enforced that, but it seemed to stop the two of them in their tracks. Although I was furious, I remembered what Paul had said. I knew I had to be careful not to explode at anybody here at the end of my probationary period. I couldn't afford to tick people off.

It was exactly five o'clock when I pulled up in front of Bockstrop's Pharmacy. Reynolds was already waiting for me. He had a pained look on his face as he climbed in.

"Can you go in and get that ointment for bruises? He wouldn't let me get it. It hurts so bad and he said I would have to wait and let you get it for me and put it on me."

"What's the reason for that?"

"He said he wants us to bond. Who can tell what that man has in mind." He shook his head and then shivered, as if a rabbit had run over his grave.

"Had you been waiting long?"

"Not really, it's just that as soon as he was finished with me I wanted to get outside and get away from him."

I switched the engine off. "You wait here." He crouched on his side since it was too painful to sit upright. My butt had been sore, but I was sure it was nothing like his, getting spanked all afternoon between jackings.

Once inside I went to the counter and got the ointment. Before I could leave, Bockstrop came up, fully dressed as if this were the most routine thing for him.

"I'm glad you're helping him, Eric. He needs someone to. Pain's a terrible thing and if you apply this slowly and gently and -" he emphasized the next word "thoroughly, he'll feel better almost instantly.." Then as an afterthought he added, "He's a good person, Eric. Be kind to him."

I couldn't believe it., The man must be a monster to treat Reynolds that way and then put on an act like this. I dashed for the car and we took off.

Reynolds seemed so appreciative. "This ointment'll take the pain away pretty quick. We just need a place where I can pull my pants down and let you get at my butt."

"Do you think it will help my hole too?" I asked.

"You could try it. But mainly you're just sore now. The stretching will relax and things will get back to normal. But when he does this stuff to me, he raises red welts and when it's my hole he's hitting, there are sore places that are hard to heal."

I considered taking him back to my place, but I was afraid Scott Moss might be waiting outside and I didn't need any more complications in my life. From what Reynolds told me, his house was across the bypass near the interstate. I knew there used to be areas on the way there where you could pull off the road and there were picnic tables.

"I can't take you to my house, but I can pull over and let you kneel across the seat and I can rub the ointment on."

"Anything would be fine" he said. "It's just so sore and I can't go home this way. It would raise too many questions."

"Were you in his office all four hours?"

"Oh no, thankfully. After about an hour he let me get back to work, and then about four he called me back in. That's when I got paddled...for not getting there quick enough."

"I'm surprised because you've showed up when I was there the minute he called you. It was so fast I almost thought you were hiding outside the door."

He managed a weak smile. "That's part of the game. He'll claim I was slow when I know I was as fast as always. But if I object, it just adds to the number of swats I get with his paddle. But today he used the leather thong on my hole, and that's the worst."

"Well at least you got a break in the middle of it, even if it meant going to work."

"That's part of his torture. My butt was so sore I couldn't sit, but it was hard to walk around. Every movement made it hurt. So every little while he'd call the front register and get Peggy to ask me to sit there while she ran errands for him. It hurt so bad to have to sit...and even worse when I had to stand up."

Traffic was thinning now because we were leaving the heavily business section.

"And you say you don't think there's a way for you to get free of him? Like this is going to go on and on?" It seemed so hopeless.

He sighed and shifted on the seat. Then he groaned from the soreness. "Sometimes he's not that bad." After a pause he added, "Sometimes I think he really likes me."

"Sometimes it's not that bad?" I repeated with disbelief. "He controls your sex life, he paddles you and whips you and tests salves on you. He jacks you off for the fun of it. It sounds to me like he really is that bad. And if you call that liking you, then you really do need some sort of help."

"It's hard to explain, Eric. It's like wading out into the Gulf, getting further out without realizing it. It's only when you turn around and look back at the shore that you realize how far you've come."

"Still, I think you need a plan to get away from that man."

"Yeah." He was silent a moment. "But the pay is good."

"What?"

"And sometimes he acts like a father to me. He's interested in my life, what Vicky and I are doing, things like that."

I saw a picnic area, fortunately deserted, and edged off the road and down a narrow path. Hidden from the road, I stopped. Reynolds undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down with his shorts. Then painfully he crawled onto the seat on his knees, putting his head out the window and exposing his red butt to me.

I coated both hands and began slowly moving my hand across his cheeks. He sigh with the first touch.

"It turns the pain off right away."

I could see some paddle marks and a couple of bruised places. At least the skin wasn't broken. It was kind of a nice little butt. Mine is what they call a bubble butt, but his was nice for the kind of butt it was. This was sort of fun in a way, and I like helping people.

Then I realized I was boned to the hilt, and I remembered the salve would do that from my blow job practice earlier. I was getting near his crack now, and I slowed down.

"I'm glad you warned me about the salve. Otherwise I'd be embarrassed at getting boned while putting the ointment on you."

"I didn't know the effect would last this long" was all he said.

I got him to spread his cheeks and I went for his little rosebud. That was a funny feeling, but I didn't mind because he sighed any time I touched it. I thought I had about finished when he said, "I'm clean inside."

"Huh?"

"Sometimes he gives me enemas just for fun. He makes me see how long I can hold them in, or how much he can force into me, or maybe try to jack me while I'm holding it in. Anyhow he did that during the last hour, so if you want to stick your finger inside, or anything else, I'm clean. And it would give me relief inside too."

"He hurt you inside your hole?" That didn't seem possible.

"He tries to see how far I can stretch my hole, and then he pops it with the metal tip of that leather thong. So yes, I'm sore inside too."

"But he didn't make you ride that bone of his like he did me, did he?"

"No, fortunately after the first time he does it, he reserves it just for special situations."

Right, I thought. He is a monster. I put extra ointment on my finger and pushed against his entrance. He seemed to help by pushing back and I could slip it in him. I wiggled it around and he sighed and looked back and grinned.

"You do that good, man."

"Thanks." Actually it was kind of fun. I liked slipping my finger back and forth inside him . "How's it going?"

"Could you use your thumb?"

"Huh?"

"Umm...it's awkward to explain, but a thumb is bigger around so lube it up and shove it in and then pump it for all you're worth. That should take all the pain away."

"Sure that will work?"

He flushed red. "Yes, when Mr. Bockstrop does it, it always works. But he's got a really big thumb."

"Biggert than mine?" I asked as I jammed it in.

He sighed. "Great! Just keep that up, and add a little more of the ointment."

"You've got a nice hole" I said, not that I was any authority of holes. "Real smooth."

"He makes me keep my hole shaved."

"How do you shave back there? Get your wife to do it?"

"Oh no. I wouldn't want Vicky to ever know. He does it. It's part of what he calls my total body control."

I was getting a nice rhythm now. In fact I decided to improve the whole thing. My thumb couldn't wiggle around inside him the way my finger did, so I pulled my thumb out and lubed a second finger to go along with the first. Then putting my index finger on top of my middle one, I slid them in together.

"What a really great feeling! Thanks, Eric. It's doing the job." After a little, he said "I think you've got me fixed up fine." After a pause, he added "Anything I can do for you?"

My life was changing so much I couldn't believe it. I would never before have asked what I was about to now.

"Reynolds, could you maybe suck my dick a little like you did today? That was such an awesome thing. I don't know how you did it, but I've never felt anything like it in my life. And doing this now has gotten me all horny again."

He looked back at me and grinned. "Sure, Eric. For you I'm glad to do that. Also it's always nicer when it's requested and not demanded like he does me." He pulled around and looked at my dick. "I see it does need some attention."

He patted my dick, then grasp it in his hand, lightly squeezing the head and then sliding his hand down my shaft. I relaxed and spread my legs wide.

"You've got the biggest head I've ever seen. I mean the whole thing is big, but when you get hard that head takes on a life of its own."

Moving closer, he slid onto my erection, his lips parting as he took just the tip. It was wonderful. I realized I could get used to that pretty quick. There was something so tantalizing about not taking the shaft. The lips kept working away, and I resisted the urge to pound my shaft while he worked away. It took a lot of will power to appreciate the sheer pleasure of those nibbling sucking lips. He looked up into my eyes and I felt a real connection, something I had maybe never felt in that way before. When I finally shot, he once again swallowed it all. His pale blue eyes looked happy now.

"I'm sure glad this day is over. No more pain. No more Bockstrop until tomorrow. I have a wife waiting dinner on me."

That's when I took him home. As I drove, he asked, "Do you mind if I make a criticism?"

"Not at all."

"Your car smells sour or something...in the back."

"Yeah some dog or cat must have gotten in when I left the windows down last night." I guess Benson's piss was going to last for a while.

"No problem, I just thought I'd mention it."

"Sure thing." We rode in peaceful silence. I was weighing my feelings for Yancy and what this new relationship I seem to find myself in might mean. Things were moving too fast.

"Need a ride to work tomorrow?" I asked as we pulled up in front of his house.

"No, there's a bus route just down the street. But thanks. You really were a lifesaver."

"Ready to greet your wife?"

"Yes, and I think I can satisfy her tonight without any trouble."

I resisted the urge to look at his crotch and see if he was boned again.

As he started to get out, he suddenly reached across and patted my shoulder. "I'm glad to have a friend like you. It makes all this a lot easier."

I was so touched I couldn't think of anything to say.

He went up the front walk as if he didn't have a care in the world. I watched him glance back in my direction and motion farewell with his hand as I drove off. I hoped things would go well for him, but somehow I felt an ominous cloud descending on all of us. It's name was Bockstrop..

(End of Chapter Ten)

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