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 5
My life got even more hectic when school started in the fall. Bobby was a freshman, and I was a junior. Word spread quickly that I was Bobby's bitch.
Bobby and his friends could not resist bragging to the rest of the school. Soon it was known that if anyone wanted time with me for sexual service, the person only had to ask Bobby, and he would arrange the terms. If Bobby liked the person it was free, and if Bobby didn't like the person, he had to pay. It wasn't about the money, of course, it was about the power and humiliation. Bobby knew I would feel like a whore if people paid for my services. Not that being a slut and giving it for free was that much better, but being a whore was still worse.
Luckily, Bobby had certain rules whenever anybody took me for a private session. These rules were actually the same ones that Bobby and Billy adhered to in their own dealings with me. Basically the only real rule was that nothing could be done to me that would cause lasting or permanent damage. They could spank me and strap me. They could fuck me and make me suck them. They could stick things in my ass as long as it was not likely to cause any excess tearing in my rectum. They could not punch me or kick me in the balls. These rules were not broken because people were either scared of Bobby or wanted to make sure that they got another chance to receive my services again.
Bobby started with the other boys in his freshman class. First I was given over to the popular boys. They really enjoyed going after me in groups. I would be fucked hard by one boy, while another was slamming his dick in and out of my mouth. They also enjoyed spanking me. When those boys would come over, I knew I was going to have a difficult time sitting down for a few days.
The action moved to the less popular crowd. Bobby enticed them through sheer peer pressure. Once the "cool" thing to do was to fuck Jimmy the faggot junior, everyone had to be cool. These guys preferred taking me on alone. They tended to be more self conscious about their bodies. They also tended to be less physically abusive. They still did not hold back in coming in my mouth and up my ass. Every boy enjoys a good orgasm.
The strangest encounters were with the boys that were still undeveloped. Their dicks were too small to really get inside my ass, so they settled for being sucked. Even though they were embarrassed about being so small and hairless, they liked the feeling of the orgasm - even if it was a dry orgasm. In some ways, it was reassuring to see penises smaller than mine. But these boys were two years younger and would certainly grow in the next two years. When I was their age, I was just as small. By the end of the year, however, I had pretty much caught up to the rest of the boys in school. I never had a large cock, but I was not noticeably out of the ordinary.
As the school year went on, students in the upper grades started to get into the act. Bobby became friends with some of the popular kids in other grades, and they were more than willing to use me as a come dump. Some guys even brought their girlfriends to watch. I never understood how some girls let their boyfriends have sex in front of them with another guy. I guess some of them were so anxious to fit into the crowd that even this unusual behavior did not create any objections.
It is difficult to describe how horrible it felt to be fucked by just about anyone that wanted to fuck me. I cannot emphasize enough that I always hated having a dick up my ass. I did not enjoy giving blow jobs. They hurt my jaw, the taste of come was nasty and some boys loved pushing their dicks as far down my throat as they could. Even though I learned to suppress my gag reflex, this was never pleasant.
None of those displeasures associated with giving a blow job, however, compared to the horror of being fucked. Other than some of the smaller penises that were just starting puberty, the activity always hurt. The pain decreased over time as my rectum became acclimated to the action, but the pain never ended completely. Even worse than the pain was the feeling of having my ass turned into a pussy. For some reason, the humiliation was greater having a penis move back and forth in my ass than giving someone head. As a boy would move back and forth, he felt waives of pleasure, while I felt only pain and a sense of worthlessness.
I somehow managed to avoid falling into a clinical depression, but I was sad and lonely throughout high school. I was ashamed that I allowed myself to be used in such a manner. Of course, I felt embarrassed almost all of the time because I was either doing something embarrassing or with someone that had done something embarrassing to me.
Sometime I would ask the boys not to fuck me. Some boys seemed to get a thrill out of fucking me even more when I begged them not to do it. For example, one boy said, "Aw, the poor little boy doesn't was my manly dick in his ass. Well that is what you are good for you little pussy boy. Faggots like you need it in the backdoor. It shows you your proper place in the world - under real men like me." The nicer guys simply informed me that Bobby made them promise they would fuck me, and they were scared of the consequences if Bobby found out they broke this promise. These guys would try to be gentle, but the pain and degradation still persisted. I could hear them behind me, groaning in ecstasy, as I was being used like a common whore.
One boy a year younger than I named Craig would arrange with Bobby to use me as often as possible. I think Craig was truly gay, but I was never sure which boys used me because they got a sense of power, which boys were experimenting, which boys were doing it to be cool and which boys were doing it because they preferred boys over girls. I was fairly sure that Craig fell into all of these categories.
The first time Craig was permitted to be with me, he asked if he could take me home with him overnight. Bobby agreed, and I was taken to a luxurious home, although not nearly as large as Bob's mansion. Craig's parents were out of town for the weekend, so I was at Craig's mercy until he had to return me to Bobby the next day. Craig had never seen me naked before we arrived at his house, but he got his chance soon enough.
As soon as we entered his house, Craig ordered me to strip. When I got down to my shorts, he told me to stop. I stood there in just running shorts because I was not allowed to wear underwear. Craig had heard these stories, so he wanted me to stop with only the minimal covering. He walked over to me and said, "You are a skinny little thing, aren't you. You're a year ahead of me, but I am half a head taller than you. Let's see if the rumors are true about the rest of you being small too." Then he grabbed my waistband and yanked the shorts to the ground.
Craig stepped back and looked me up and down as I stepped out of my shorts. He grinned and then suppressed a giggle that eked out. "Son of a bitch," he erupted. "I thought they were just ragging on you. But that little thing is really as small as everyone says it is. Let's see how big it can get."
As soon as he said that, he walked over a grabbed my cock. He started stroking it and as soon as it was completely hard, he took off his own clothes. Craig's penis was like a steel rod. It was hard as it could possibly get and longer and thicker than average. He grabbed our dicks together, showing how much longer and thicker his penis was than mine as their undersides touched. Then he pushed me onto my back and started to rub his cock back and forth against mine.
Craig said that he couldn't wait any longer for my ass and grabbed my legs into the air, exposing my asshole. He spit on my hole for about a minute, then he spit on the head of his cock. He directed the tip to my hole with one hand while my legs were dangling over his shoulders. As he entered me, he told me that I should feel lucky to be taken by such a perfect male specimen and ordered me to look into his eyes as he penetrated me. I did not feel lucky. I had been fucked by enough guys by this point to know what was coming - pain and humiliation.
As he entered my ass, I felt the typical scorching fire-like pain that I had felt so many times before over the prior months. Even though I knew what feeling to anticipate, getting fucked was not getting much easier. This time I had to look at Craig's eyes as they devoured my body and his face maintained an expression of ecstasy. As he looked at my softening dick, he got a disappointed look in his eyes and told me to keep it hard. It was difficult for me to do that. My ass hurt. My legs were stretched over Craig's shoulder uncomfortably. As Craig's cock slid back and forth in my ass, the last thing I wanted to do was stroke my dick until it was hard for Craig's pleasure.
As a few moment went by and I didn't grab my penis, Craig slapped my face and started fucking me harder, ordering me to beat my meat. In order for Craig to slap my face, he had to stretch my legs even further, so my pain increased. I grabbed my small dick and stroked it. I felt so ashamed. A boy was obsessed with my underdeveloped body, and I had to try to act like I was enjoying his attentions. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes - my ass was getting a painful pounding and my shame was reaching new heights.
My ass muscles caressed Craig's penis while my hand caressed my own penis. Craig started acting like a coxswain, making me stroke myself in unison as his stroked back and forth in my ass. He shouted, "Up, down, back, forth," as we brought our dicks to orgasm. I had never seen anyone have a look of greater pleasure on his or her face as the look Craig had when he came in my ass. He screamed as loudly as he could, "Yes, little boy. Take my man juice. You should feel so lucky to be the recipient of my seed. Maybe you'll get pregnant, and you can have my baby." That comment really amused him and he burst out laughing.
He refused to take his cock out of my ass until I came. Craig stared at my genitals as I tried to reach orgasm. I felt his penis harden again inside me. He did not move it, but the look on his face got increasingly intense. Finally I came on my belly. Craig pulled out of me and let my legs drop to the floor. He leaned over and smelled my come. Then he ordered me to scoop it up and lick every drop from my hands. Once I had finished eating my own come, Craig told me that it was time to eat a real man's juice.
He ordered me onto my knees, and he shoved his hard cock into my mouth. I tasted the familiar mixture of sweat, come and ass juices. Even with the regular enemas that Billy gave me, my ass still had certain secretions when I was fucked which probably were a mixture of shit, blood and other bodily fluids. I never completely got used to the taste, but after a while I did not notice it as much. Craig tried to hold out as long as he could in my mouth, but he was excited and horny, so he did not last that long. As he came he shouted, "Take that you slut. Drink down my man liquid. Savor the taste. You are lucky I let you eat my essence."
He kept his cock in my mouth until it became completely soft. After he took it out, he made my stand still as he walked in circles examining my body up and down as he rotated from one side of my body to the other. Of course he focused a lot of attention on my shaved crotch and asshole. He made me spread my butt cheeks as he played with the opening with his fingers. He pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside of me. I grunted at the feelings of discomfort his digits created inside of me. He worked his three fingers back and forth, and then he pulled them out quickly with a pop.
He fucked me three more times that night and made me suck him off two more times. He also made me rim him for a while, but he seemed to be more a top, so I did not have to lick his ass that much. When he got the call from Bobby that he had to return me, he was disappointed. Bobby promised Craig that he would borrow me again. Bobby did not break that promise. Other than Bobby and Billy, I had sex with Craig more than anyone else because he asked for me the most.
By the time I graduated high school, I had grown as tall as Craig. Craig had been fully grown the first time I met him when he was a sophomore. I continued to grow until the middle of my senior year. Although we were the same height by the end of high school, I never grew as big as Craig in the dick department. I became about average size, perhaps slightly smaller than average. But when Craig held our cocks together, he always maintained a noticeable size advantage. At least by the end of high school, the difference was small enough that my dick no longer looked like a baby dick next to his tool.
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