They stood looking, wondering what to do next, then that cursed voice boomed out. "Boys I am sorry but I am short handed, in fact short all over, heh heh. You will have to take care of yourselves. Now the taller cutie, you lie on the padded bench on your belly. The other sweetie will do the Rear Rumbling."
They looked at each other. "Rear Rumbling?" queried Johnnie, but there was no answer.
"I think he means that I am to be the object of your rear rumbling. Let me get into position. Now let me warn you friend. You may pet but don't do more than that." Oliver said this forcefully so Johnnie knew he meant it. Some guys are very protective of their asses, he thought, but that meant that they were worried about being too sensitive back their. Oh this is going to be fun, fun, fun, he thought.
Oliver lay down. Almost immediately a broad leather band flew out of the side of the table, then immediately afterward his hands were secured to the table, as were bands on his ankles, which were splayed out.
"What the fuck!" called Oliver. I'm in restraints. You better be careful. Don't take advantage of me. Whoa!" That outcry was caused by the final mechanics of the table. The center rose up pushing Oliver's lean frame into a position so that his ass was fully exposed and his young balls hung down, swinging with the motion.
Johnnie came around in back and took a look at the situation. His mouth watered as he could see the faintly hairy ass hole exposed, it's pink puckery skin as well, and below those fuzzy balls in their sac.
"What you doin' back there. Stop staring at me. This is totally embarrassing."
"Yeah, em-bare-assing," Johnnie chuckled, feeling quite in control here.
Johnnie noticed that Oliver was beginning to breath deep and loud enough so that his sounds, almost sighs filled the room. Johnnie was entranced and felt himself falling from being lustful over Oliver to feelings of love toward his vulnerable companion. To his own amazement, he leaned forward and took a deep breath from the area of the trembling ass in front of him. That heady odor sent his cock into a rigid rise against his stomach. That spicy smell mixed with sweat fear was intoxicating.
"Stop playing doggie with me. Maybe you ought to untie their leather things and lets go to the next fun spot."
"Maybe, but first, I own you that you get your fun from this ride. Why don't you just relax, enjoy. I see your back is getting sweaty. Don't be afraid...pal, I won't hurt you."
Oliver tried to settle down, but his breathing was still raspy. He had had nightmares lately about being raped in prison, now that fear was too close for comfort.
"You have an ass for the ages," Johnnie muttered. "Too perfect pear halves, just lightly dusted with light colored fuzz. Look, when I flow at the fuzz, you get all chicken fleshed out there and your ass hole clamps shut, like a frightened virgin."
Johnnie ignored Oliver's groans of fear as he began to pet the muscular ass cheeks. Up and down, gradually it was soothing the prone boy and his heavy breathing slowed. "That's kinda nice. Now let's end this, okay?"
"No," Johnnie said firmly. "I'm enjoying this too much."
He accompanied that statement with a soft swipe at the puckers. His victim groaned loudly. "Please, I'm getting funny feelings."
"Yes, how about this." Johnnie's middle finger slightly entered his friend's ass hole. He felt the ring tighten around his finger. From his position, he could see the area below the anis had become swollen. He knew his boy was getting a big hard on and this was the root part. With his other hand he stroked that bulge. Now Oliver was breathing in short bursts.
"You like that, don't you? Johnnie cooed at him, leaning across this warm back and speaking into his friend's ear.
Oliver croaked out, "No, I hate it. Stop. Something bad's going to happen if you keep up."
Johnnie didn't stop. He moved his finger deeper into the boy's steaming hole and encountered a hard lump there. He began to massage that nut. It was such fun. Oliver began humping the air and crying out with real passion as the internal massage continued. Finally he said hoarsely, "That's so good. Put two fingers in and move them in and out fast."
Johnnie did it. He watched his friend slowly move into orgasm as the heavy balls moved up, one on each side of the shaft. He took hold of the shaft and began a loving, soft wank. Oliver was drooling and his tongue was hanging out. "I'm close. Oh, this feels so good. Don't stop, get me off."
Johnnie took his hand away, grinning mischievously. "Okay, that's enough." He slapped those gorgeous ass cheeks.
Then he immediately felt sorry. Oliver was crying. "Don't leave me like this. I'll do anything for you if you finish me off."
"That's interesting. Can I fuck you? How about a blow job?"
"Maybe, but now do it!"
Johnnie began a faster motion with his hand on the stiff prick. He tightened his hold a bit. Oliver was fucking his hand vigorously and grunting like a pig in mud. "I'm almost there. If you stop, I'll kill you."
Johnnie sped up and passed his thumb over the pulsating piss slip. Oliver howled with pleasure. "That's it. Here it comes."
His cock began spurting onto the table mattress, a real hefty eighteen-year old cum. When it subsided, he sagged onto table, totally exhausted. Being young, he began to come back to himself pretty quickly. He muttered, "Thanks," and almost slipped into a short nap when the demon's voice boomed out.
"Now boys, clean yourself up with the damp towels on the table, put on your robes and head for the third event."
Poor Oliver was still weak from his monumental cum but Johnnie was happy to keep his arm around the boy's slim waist and help him walk to the middle hall door marked Event #3. The door mysteriously opened as the stood in front of it. Inside there were two massage tables covered with fresh sheets. On a shelf near between the tables were many bottles of oils and stuff.
Out blasted the gnome's voice. "Still short handed, heh, heh. Suppose the lanky dude does the massage of the shorter kid. Kid, lay down on your back and let your friend let his fingers do the walking, heh."
"If that G-nome laughs again, I think I'll puke," said Oliver ruefully.
"It's "nome" the "G" is silent."
"Thanks you A student. Now get on the massage table on your back and let me see what I can do to make your day."
Johnnie hefted his young, smooth, baby-skinned body up onto the table and settled down, his knees slightly flexed. Oliver came up close and to start with, to master the boy, he roughly pushed those pretty knees down so that Johnnie was flat on his back, his sex organs fully on display below his flat tummy.
Oliver had had rubdowns in the gym, given by his coach. He enjoyed them, but not half as the coach did. Oliver started off by given each smooth arm a loving rubdown. He loved seeing the newly grown sparse hairs in each armpit. He couldn't help himself as he swooped down and buried his nose in the right pit. It smelled delicious. Johnnie giggled, he was ticklish.
Next Oliver massaged the back of the boy's neck. Oh, Johnnie loved that. His eyes closed and he purred. He purred even louder when the big jock hands began kneading his lightly muscled pecs and one large thumb grazed his tits.
Oliver saw right away that Johnnie was discovering the potency of getting his nubs rubbed. He now paid a lot of attention to those little erections and soon Johnnie's prick was up and jumping and he had that crazy lustful facial expression. "Oh start for awhile. I almost came then. Shit those little man tits are sensitive."
"How about your cute belly?" Oliver said, softly petting the boyish tummy with circular motions, the side of his hand occasionally rubbing the boy's erection."
The prone boy sighed. "I love it. You hands are magical...so gentle."
"Y9u think?" Then Oliver lifted the boy's thighs, revealing his heavy balls and ass hole, hairless and pretty. He swept his hand back and swatted those ass cheeks with all his might."
Johnnie howled at the shock, but Oliver guessed that he loved getting the punishment because his cock began leaking copiously.
"You are just a little kitten who likes to be slapped on the rump. Did you know that you peed a little when I did it."? Then seriously he added, "I'd like you to pee is you have to. I'll catch it in this cup."
"No I'd be embarrassed. Quit talking about it. I'm trying to get back in control." But Oliver knew the key to making him pee. He lifted his arm and softly tickled the hairs there. Johnnie laughed hard, but not from merriment. He could help himself, and as his chest and belly shook with laughter, his big cock began to squirt yellow pee. Oliver caught it all in the beaker, all the while encouraging the boy to let it all out.
"Now we need a sperm sample. I'm the doctor. You're the patient. This is purely professional."
Now Johnnie kept quiet. He had no objections to his hunky friend playing with his dick; in fact, he dreamed about something like that at night as he wanked off. But he didn't want to appear to be gay, so he put on a little act saying, "If I wasn't so helpless here on my back and all, I'd refuse, but what can I do. Go ahead."
"Sure, you just hate having someone do you. Okay you fucking liar, relax and enjoy."
Johnnie's large smooth ball sac was lying between his splayed legs. Oliver pulled the boy's legs so his knees were bent and his heels close to the body. That gave him full access to those succulent balls. Oliver decided to get his friend off in a way that would surprise him. He extended his finger and began stroking the boy's erected nipple, stroking back and forth hypnotically. Johnnie responded with deep sighs and his ball sac thickened and rose slightly. Oliver began a simultaneous gentle pulling of the sac. He watched the prick in front of him rise up and began trembling with impending orgasm. Then he began swaying the sac left and right. Johnnie was one of those guys who were very easily stimulated by handling of his balls. His eyes traveled up and his long lashed lids fluttered as he was drawn inevitably to a crashing cum.
Oliver could see that his dear friend was knocking at the door of his cum, but it did let him enter yet. The main event, the shagging of the shaft was necessary. Oliver cupped his hand around the dripping cock and began a slow stroking. Poor Johnnie was mewling in pleasurable agony. He kept mouthing, "yes, yes." He lifted his hips and tried to fuck the delicious hand bringing him to heaven. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, he groaned, "I'm gonna spill." His cock seemed to pull back and then extended to its fullest length. The piss slit spread and pearly cum shot out onto his boys smooth chest, then another spurt hit his lips. He slurped it up and cam two more times.
He lay, breath heaving, looking like a little lamb to Oliver who smiled down at him and petted his sweaty forehead.
"Boys, enough fun. Get into the showers, don the robes and head for your last event. Hurry, I have to close up this place soon."
Oh that voice. It was like a file on glass.
They dragged themselves into the shower. The lukewarm water and fragrant soap revived them. When they emerged, they found two glasses of milk and butter cookies on the coffee table.
"Hey, it's like kindergarten, snacks after playtime," said Johnnie.
The two boys finished the milk and cookies in record time. They looked at each other, Johnnie said, "If you are up to it, let's move on to the last ticket stub even, though I can't imagine what Colonizing has to do with these kind of events."
As they walked slowly down to the very end of the flashing lights hall, there was a door marked Colon-ize Room."
They both let out an "Oh, I see, enemas."
End Part Two