JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP
by Mini Tower
FOREWORD
This story is fiction. This story is copyright 2006. This story contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual homosexual sex. I have separated this story into chapters for ease of reading. I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters have been posted). If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. This story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories. I am grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write this story. Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault. I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment purposes. I strongly encourage any comments - positive or negative. Although short comments are appreciated, the more detail the better. Send all comments to mini- tower@hotmail.com.
CHAPTER 12
As bad as his friends treated him, Bobby knew he would be in trouble when guys he had picked on came over. I invited a group of guys to the house from Billy's class that I knew Bobby had picked on in the past. Each of these guys had also fucked me, but then almost every boy in the high school had fucked me. Bobby threatened anyone that was reluctant to use me sexually until virtually every boy in school had his dick down my throat and in my ass. I knew that these guys would not have taken me if Bobby had not coerced them. They were eager to make amends by going after Bobby.
These guys were not used to fucking other guys. They had done me, but I was the only one. Most of them had never been with anyone else sexually other than me. That fact was one of the reasons that Bobby picked on them. They were not bad looking guys, but they were not sexually advanced like Bobby's group of friends.
They were reluctant to perform as a group. Actually, for most of these guys, I was the only other person that had ever seen them erect. Nevertheless, I explained to them that the full effect would not be felt by Bobby unless they went after him as a group. I also explained all of the different activities that they could do with Bobby. Some of them needed detailed explanations - they were so innocent. Well they weren't going to be very innocent much longer.
I sent them into Bobby's room to start their new adventure. I was tempted to go in with them, but I decided that they would be even more nervous if they knew I was watching. Bobby was lying on his bed, waiting for them. He looked at the group and showed a look of disgust. One of the more assertive boys told Bobby to come over, and he reluctantly complied. The younger boy told Bobby to strip. Bobby knew he had no options, so he took off his clothes. He did not want these boys to think that stripping was a big deal for him, so he took them off as if he were getting ready to jump in the shower. He did hesitate a moment before taking off his pants because he knew that his chastity belt would be exposed. Of course Bobby was not allowed any underwear.
When the boys saw Bobby's chastity belt, the laughter was almost deafening. The tension in the room had been palpable, but this exposure lightened the mood.
The laughter of these boys was quite different in nature than Bobby's old friend. They laughed in a way to indicate that they were amused that Bobby had gotten himself into this predicament. These boys were laughing out of sheer glee. They were happier than a pig in shit.
They looked at each other and were not sure what to do next. They knew they had to get undressed, but each boy was reluctant to get naked first. Finally, one of them said, "Alright, let's just do this together. Everyone get down to your underwear, and then on the count of three we will all pull it down at the same time." This approach worked because by this time the boys were starting to get horny and really wanted to move to the next stage.
Everyone one of those high school boys was hard as he could get. The idea of giving it to one of their tormentors - a boy who until recently was one of the most popular kids in school - was getting to them. These boys were not quite as large as Bobby's friends. I guess cocky guys do tend to have bigger cocks. These boys were about average. One of them was a little over six inches. The rest were about six inches or less. One was less than five and a half inches. But all of them had dicks that worked.
Bobby tried to bargain with them. "Come on guys," he pleaded. "You don't really want to force me to have sex with you. Isn't that kind of gay anyway? I'll tell you what. I'll give you all hand jobs and you can go away happy."
"No way," they replied almost in unison. They wanted the full treatment and they were not going to be denied. They made him lay crosswise on his bed with his head hanging over one end and his ass the other. Bobby had a defeated look on his face and started sucking on the first dick in line. The boy tried to hold out so that he could move around and fuck Bobby's ass, but the boy was too excited and inexperienced. He blew down Bobby's throat in less than two minutes.
"Damn," the boy grunted. "Now I have to wait for my dick to get hard again to fuck this asshole in his asshole." After Bobby finished cleaning the come from the boy's softening penis, the boy pulled out of Bobby's mouth and the next boy in line took his place in Bobby's mouth. As the first boy watched the scene unfold, he got hard again and decided to move to Bobby's vacant ass. Bobby was unaware that the boy had moved to the other side of the bed. Bobby was too busy sucking the second boy's cock. The first boy took a huge mouthful of spit and in a quick succession of moves spread Bobby's butt cheeks, spit on his hole and drove past Bobby's sphincter, bottoming out in his rectum. Bobby screamed in surprise. He had not braced himself to be fucked.
The boy getting a blow job slapped Bobby across the face and told him to get back to concentrating on sucking dick. Bobby's misery continued as he was pile driven from both ends. These boys had no mercy and pounded Bobby as hard as they could. They were not as big or strong as Bobby's former friends, but what they lacked in size and strength, they made up for in effort and determination.
These boys were practically insatiable. As the evening wore on, they had Bobby in every position they could imagine. I lost count on how many times each of them came. I suspect each boy set his own personal record for number of times coming in one night. Bobby was fucked every which way but loose. Well, actually, I think he was pretty loose by the end. Bobby was the owner of one reamed out hole by the end of that night. Unfortunately for Bobby, however, he did not manage to come himself all evening. He seemed to get close a couple of time, but these boys were so wild in Bobby's ass that they never stayed on his prostate long enough or at just the right angle to set him off. Bobby had a look of frenzy on his face by the time they were done violating his ass.
Once the boys realized that it would actually become painful to try to come again, they got dressed. But the festivities were not over. These boys had gotten a piece of the inside of Bobby's ass, now they wanted the outside. They spanked his butt cheeks with more fervor than I had ever seen. All the times that people took the occasion to beat my ass, I never detected the kind of sheer determination I saw from those boys that night. I knew I was going to savor this video footage even more than the prior evening when Bobby's former friends had their way with him.
Bobby was a tough kid, so crying from a spanking - no matter how roughly administered - was not something Bobby even contemplated. But these boys were determined to make Bobby cry. When the spanking could not produce the desired results, one of the boys went into Bobby's closet. I had informed him that if he really wanted to get Bobby good, he should look in his closet for tools that would assist in the operation. I required Bobby to keep all of the spanking implements in his closet as a reminder of what his life had become. The boy took out the paddle.
In many college movies depicting fraternity life, initiations would include a spanking with a paddle. This kid had seen some of these movies and walked over to Bobby and put him in the classic frat ritual position bent over with his hands on his knees. He ordered Bobby to respond with each hit with the words, "Thank you sir, may I have another." After each boy had his fill of beating Bobby's ass with the paddle, Bobby had broken down from the pain and humiliation. He tried to suppress the tears, but they were streaming down his cheeks.
The group of boys enjoyed taunting Bobby for being a cry-baby. Of course, none of them could have withstood a fraction of what Bobby did without breaking down. Under the circumstances, however, this fact did not matter to them. They got their revenge and felt satisfied. They left the house with Bobby still crying and curled up in a fetal position. Eventually, he crawled into bed and fell asleep. I had a hard time sleeping because I couldn't stop myself from watching the video replay over and over again.
By the middle of the school year, almost every boy in school had taken his turn with Bobby. Even the vast majority of the freshmen, most of whom had no known Bobby or me prior to entering high school, got their chance to get a piece of Bobby. A few who had not hit puberty yet, still wanted the chance to spank a junior. One brave little freshman who thought no one else could see - he had no idea that I was watching through my video feed - made Bobby suck the pre-pubescent's three and a half inch little dick. He had the funniest look on his face when he experienced a dry come.
He said, "That felt great. I may have to have this done more often. Hopefully, pretty soon I will even have something coming out that you can swallow." Then an idea hit him and he made Bobby stay on his knees while the younger boy pissed in his mouth. Bobby had never been forced to drink piss before, so this action was a shock to him. I could see in his face that he was tempted to stop the boy, but I think he was scared that if he failed to obey, things would be even worse. Bobby did not want me alerted to the situation because it might give me ideas about having people piss in his mouth.
When the boy left Bobby's room, I met him in the hall. He had a gleeful look on his face and told me, "That was the best time I ever had. I pissed in his mouth and he drank it. I think he liked it." Bobby heard the conversation and shook his head in dismay. Of course I knew Bobby did not like it. But this little kid was so cute about it, I could not help but agree with him and send him away as another satisfied customer.
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