(This is a work of fiction based on a character on CBS' "Joan of Arcadia")
Part 6
The moment he was out in the hall, Luke realized what an impossible assignment he had been given. He only knew a handful of people at school, he had only transferred into the place this fall, so how was he supposed to listen out for information on where the gathering was supposed to be Friday night? He decided maybe his friend Ben might know something.
The bell sounded and students poured out of the classrooms. Luke looked for Ben, and also for Adam who supposedly was going to protect him or keep an eye on him. There was always so much confusion that Luke often felt like he couldn't really see anybody, they flashed by so fast.
When he stopped at his locker, Ben came up. "Where have you been all day?"
"Well first period I was sent to the library on an errand, and last period the guys doing the TV documentary interviewed me."
"What did they want to interview you about, your bone?" Ben always cracked up at his own jokes.
Luke didn't think it was a laughing matter. "No. Hey Ben, have you heard anything about maybe a party or something on Friday night?"
"Where at?"
"I don't know."
"Then how did you hear about it?"
Luke realized it was going to be even harder than he thought to get information. "I don't know exactly. I just heard some guys in the hall talking about Friday night like it was something they were going to."
"Why didn't you ask them, then?"
"Because I didn't know them. And I thought you might have heard."
"Not me. All I've heard is people talking about your bone." Ben gave a mischievous grin.
They both slammed their locker doors shut and prepared to get to class.
"You're not much help" Luke said.
"You either" said Ben.
They started down the hall together, but soon got separated in the crush of the crowd.
The next two periods passed without Luke being able to pick up anything of use about the party. He sat part way to the back in most of his classes, and today when teachers called on him, heads turned to look back and grin. That made him uncomfortable. He was glad when lunch came.
The lunch line was crowded, some guy even rubbed his butt when they were jammed together. Luke was embarrassed but a little afraid to make a scene.
"Watch that stuff" was all he said.
There was something about the smell of cafeteria food that always turned him off. But he sat near a table where a group of guys seemed to be talking and leaning close to each other as if they didn't want anybody else to hear. He sat with his back to them but on the side of the table closest to their table. He hoped he could lean back and hear what was going on. Before he had a chance, however, a hand tapped him on his shoulder. He jumped, and then was self-conscious about it.
"Hey, you Girardi?" the guy asked. Luke looked around. He was pretty tall, probably a senior. He had big hands. Luke decided he must play basketball or some sports that developed your hands.
"Yes."
"You want to get in on something big?"
Luke's eyes lighted up. Maybe he had stumbled onto something useful after all. "Sure."
"Come with us."
Luke started to pick up his tray to take back, when one of them stopped him and said, "We don't do that stuff. That's what they pay the help for. Come on."
Luke started to protest, but one guy took his tray and dropped in on the table, spilling the remaining contents. Another practically propelled him along with his hand on Luke's back. For a moment it occurred to Luke that a lot of guys had been putting their hands all over his body in the last 24 hours. And a correlation to that, he realized, was that the more guys handled his body, the warmer his dick got and the hornier his bone became.
They exited out a side door that put them into the back yard area of the school, not far from the trees that shielded the back of the property. Luke realized that was a mistake. There didn't seem to be anyone else around. His lunch wave was almost over and the next one would begin, but the school didn't allow students to roam the property during the school day. It was part of the anti-drug campaign.
"Come on" the tallest one said, "we'll show you something interesting back here."
"That's you, Todd" the one behind him said, "always getting somebody back in the woods to see 'something interesting.'"
Todd turned around and grabbed the other guy between the legs and practically lifted him off his feet. Two other guys still held Luke.
"Ok, Richard, what've you got to say for yourself now, squishy balls?"
Luke could see Richard was in agony. After a moment, Todd let him go. Richard leaned over, his hands on his knees, and gasp for breath, shaking his head.
"Nothing, Todd" he gasped.
"Then think next time before you say anything about Big Todd" Todd said.
A couple of guys smirked behind Todd's back. Richard mumbled something, and Todd was on him right away.
"What did you say?" He wrapped his arm around Richard and pulled him close, getting him into a head lock. Bending him forward, he again grabbed for Richard's crotch. Richard bucked backward wildly, desperately trying to avoid what was in store.
"Nothing, Todd. I swear. I didn't say nothing."
"Well the next time you get smart with me, I can promise I will really show you something interesting, all the way down your throat you cock sucker."
The other guys laughed in an eager and excited way that seemed to Luke like they were trying to egg Todd on. They were actually into the woods now. Looking back, Luke could see they were really invisible to anyone looking out into the yard.
Todd still held Richard. Looking at them, Luke somehow felt a little bit excited. He was ashamed of himself, but he had been through so much, it seemed a real thrill to get to see someone else have stuff done to him. Luke's bone went hard.
Richard pleaded, "Hey Todd, remember what we're here for. We're not here to get me. We're here to get him."
"Don't tell me my business. We're here for whatever I say we're here for. And if I say we're here to get the both of you, that'll be what we do. And you remember how that goes, don't you Richard? You want me to use you to put on another big show like the last time?"
Richard's voice suddenly sounded desperate. "Hey no, Todd. You promised. Remember, you said you wouldn't ever do that to me again. You promised."
"Well...we'll see. We'll just have to see." Turning to the others, he said, "Now let's get Girardi. I need that $50 and I need it bad."
The guys on either side of Luke held his arms. Todd came over and loosened Luke's belt. Looking down at him from his height of 6' 2", Todd said, "You won't mind this, will you Girardi? We just need to take a picture of that bone. And looking at what's poking against your pants, it looks like you're anxious to oblige."
Luke sighed. His bone tingled with excitement, his balls felt full again, and yet the rest of him hated this and dreaded it and wished he could just wake up and find it was all a nightmare. Todd's fingers played against the bulge in a gentle but eager massage, while Luke shifted from one foot to the other.
"Down they come" Todd said, as he unzipped and pulled.
Luke's pants dropped to his ankles, and then Todd had his shorts pulling them down. Luke started to be glad he had put on clean shorts that day as his mother always told him to, and then suddenly realized how ridiculous those thoughts were.
His bone stood up and out. The guys beside him grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up snagging it onto his head. His glasses stayed and his shirt looked like a weird cap somehow. Glancing down, he saw his dick looked fine.
"Hey, he keeps looking down at his dick!" Richard said.
"Who's got the Polaroid?" Todd asked.
"Back in my locker" one of them said.
"Damn! Go get it! Won't you ever learn to be prepared? We can't waste time. And if his bone starts to go down, we've got plenty of ways of keeping it up until you get back. Now hurry!"
"I can keep it hard for you" Richard told Todd.
"I just bet you could. I always figured you were a fag."
"Hey no, Todd. But I could make him put on a good show for you. If I stuck this finger up his ass and wiggled it around, he'd about dance himself to death."
Todd glared at him. "If anybody has that happen to them, it'll be you. And" he added menacingly, "I'll be the one doing it."
"Todd."
"Yep. You might think you're really a star on the basketball court, but you'd jump higher than any basket if I rammed something up your ass and twisted. Remember when I took my belt and chased you buck naked across the back field? You were yelling and hollering all the way, your butt turning redder than any stop light around these parts."
"Ok" Richard didn't sound like he meant it, but at any rate he relaxed. Luke kept an eye on him, just to be safe. After a little he noticed Richard was watching his dick.
"Ain't that thing starting to go down? That wouldn't make too good of a picture." Richard started over. Luke drew back but the other two guys kept holding him.
"Keep away, Richard" Todd said.
One of the guys holding Luke asked, 'What's keeping Hank? His locker's right inside that door we came out of."
"I better go see" Todd said. He took off and was beyond the trees and out of sight within a just a few moments. That was when Richard turned to Luke.
"Now the fun begins" he said.
Luke could tell the guys holding him were unsure. One of them said, "What about Todd?"
"Fuck Todd" Richard said. "I can take care of him. You guys want to have some fun?"
They grinned and nodded.
"Then let's get him where we can get a good look at him."
He led them over a little way to where one tree had a low limb. Luke almost stumbled with his pants and shorts twisted around his ankles.
"Get his socks. Hell, you might as well get everything, since he won't be needing any clothes anyway. But let him keep his glasses so he can see the fun. We don't want to have him miss out on anything. Right, Girardi?"
Luke didn't answer. He felt his shoes and socks going, then his pants and shorts, and finally they pulled his shirt off.
Looking him up and down slowly, Richard said with a grin, "Well, Girardi, you're obviously in the pink." The others laughed. "Now take his socks and tie his wrists to the limb."
It was harder than he might have thought, but finally Luke's socks were stretched to their fullest, and his wrists were tied to the limb. Luke had to stand on tip toe. His bone kept bouncing.
Richard reached out and wrapped his hand around Luke's dick. Luke gave a gasp, and then wished he hadn't.
"Like that, huh? Now watch what I do to make it even better."
Richard went behind him, and Luke felt his butt cheeks being spread. Then he could feel Richard's fingers probing. Finally one hand reached through to grab his balls, and as Richard pulled on them, it made his dick bounce even more. The other guys laughed. They were standing in front of him, watching everything, nudging each other, sometimes looking away and shaking their heads, but enjoying everything to the hilt.
"Now watch this. Here I come."
Luke felt a finger probe, push, and finally enter his butt. He wiggled and squirmed, he bucked back and forth, and finally when the finger probed high enough it gave him a feeling of such intense sexuality that he thought he would shoot off on the spot.
The guys in front went wild. "Did you see that look on his face?" "Did you see him go wild?" "I thought he was gonna shoot off all over himself."
From behind him, Richard said, "You guys ready for another show? Here we go again!"
He gave another push with his magic finger, and Luke went into a wild manic twisting. It was the greatest feeling he had ever had. His bone vibrated, struggled to fire off, swung left and right, up and down, and all the time that finger plunger deeper, twisted around, wiggled, and touched the magic spot over and over. Luke's breath came in gasps, his eyes went out of focus, the finger found the mark again, and then...
Luke shot off.
The guys in front of him jumped back. The stuff jetted out in quick bursts, thrown by the wild flapping of his dick. Luke spasmed for a few more moments, and then relaxed and hung limply there. Richard had withdrawn his finger.
Now that the fun was over, the guys in front seemed a little uneasy.
"You can take him down now" Richard said, still standing in back of Luke.
They had just started to untie his wrists when Todd and his buddy returned. Luke could see there was no camera.
"What the hell?" Todd asked.
The guys jumped away from Luke as if they didn't want to have anything to do with this whole situation.
"Get him down from there!" Todd demanded.
"Where's the camera?" Richard asked.
"We don't need it now. It seems somebody else got the first picture in. And after what it looks like you've been doing, I doubt we could get that good of a picture now anyway."
They got Luke free, and he began putting his clothes back on. The clothes were somewhat messed up and dirty. He wondered what the next teacher would say about that when he got back to class.
"Well then, no harm's been done" Richard said a little too hopefully.
"We're not over yet" Todd said ominously.
Richard got cautious. Luke got interested. The other guys shuffled their feet and looked down at the ground.
There was a moment of silence. "You got the ink?" Todd asked his buddy. The guy nodded.
Turning to the two who had tied Luke up, he said "OK, strip."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Strip."
One of them must have known what was up. "Not the ink! Don't do that Todd! It's not fair. We didn't do anything."
Todd much have noticed the baffled look on Luke's face. "Indelible ink. It's the ultimate punishment for any jock. When you put it on them, it doesn't wash off. It can either wear off, or friction can take it off. That means no sex, since no girl is gonna want to be around a guy with a blinding red dick and balls. And if the guy tries to jerk himself off, the friction will make the ink go away too soon, and they'll get an even greater punishment from me."
The two guys were ruefully removing all their clothes.
"That's right, shirts too. There's no having you holding your shirt up while I paint you. I want a clear field." Turning to Luke, he explained, "It's a great kick, man. After I've marked them, I can make them strip anywhere. Out in back of the drive in on a Saturday night. And the girls get a kick out of seeing how they look while they show off. Girls pretend to be shy, but they get a charge out of stuff like that."
"Really?" Luke asked, wide eyed.
"Sure. Like we'll be out doing stuff or something, and go by to get something to eat, and park in back where it's dark. And I'll tell them I want to check how they're doing on the no sex paint, and I'll send Hank here in, and he'll let the crowd inside know what's going to happen, and suddenly people start to gather in the shadows.
"And believe me after just a couple of weeks these guys will be pretty horned and practically drooling to get some sex, and they strip and then realize other people are watching, and sometimes they get hard because they can't help it. But the real secret, man, is if you make a guy go two weeks with out any pussy or any jerking off, he's practically your slave. If he sees there's even the slightest chance you'll let him get some relief, he'll do anything because he's so horned he's absolutely consumed by it."
Luke was tremendously impressed. And he was so anxious to see this that his dick was already getting warmed up and his balls were starting to generate some more sperm.
The two guys were completely stripped now.
"Assume the position."
They spread their legs wide and put their hands behind their heads. Luke decided this position must be the next big thing, and was glad he hadn't been the only one to have to do this. Also it was great to just stand there and look at them and laugh. He usually kept his eyes down in the gym dressing room; now he could look to his heart's content.
Hank took a small jar from his pocket. When Todd unscrewed the lid, Luke could see it had a brush attached inside the cap.
"Now let's see," Todd mused. "Where shall we begin?"
He began to paint the first guy's balls. The guy kept shifting uncomfortably.
"Careful or I'll make it a lot worse for you."
Todd's words had the desired effect. The guy kept breathing deeply, but he stayed still. Soon his balls were a bright shiny red. When Todd started painting his dick, it was a different matter all together. The brush got him stimulated, his long hose swung, lengthened, and finally stood at attention, a bright firehouse red. Luke saw his whole body stiffen.
"Enjoy it while you can" Todd said, "you won't be working that thing for a long, long time." With that he gave the protruding dick head one more good swipe, and for an instant the guy went up on his toes as if he was about to shoot off.
Todd stood back to admire his work. "I think that does it. How does it feel, Buck?"
"Hey, Todd, I'm sorry man."
"Not near as sorry as you will as time goes by. And remember I'll be checking up on you. Wherever we are, when I say 'Show it!' I want you to drop those pants and show me what you've got."
Buck nodded glumly.
Todd turned to the other guy. "Now for you, Woody."
All the guys giggled. Luke didn't know why until one of them said, "Woody's getting a woody."
Luke realized it was true. Without anyone touching it, Woody's dick was starting up.
Todd shook his head sadly. "Woody, you're pure out gonna die having to go without that good stuff for a while. As much as you work that thing, you're gonna loose your mind."
Then a thought crossed his mind. "Luke, come over here."
When Luke did, Todd continued, "For what those guys did to you, you should get some revenge. And remember, none of them can do a thing to you. They know what I would do if they ever did. You want to have some fun?"
Luke started to hesitate, to say something about revenge being wrong, but his dick took over and he said, "Sure!"
"Tell you what we're gonna do. I want you to give his dick a few strokes, while Richard sucks you off. Take your time with Woody. Don't let him shoot. I want this to end where he's absolutely on the brink. That'll start him off on his time of abstinence in good shape."
Woody moaned. Richard, who had been keeping very quiet, said "I won't do it."
"Get over here!"
Luke was surprised that his own dick was hard already.
He took it out and felt the wet warmth of Richard's mouth. He could tell right away that Richard was really good at this.
For his own part, Luke started in on Woody's disk. It was already leaking precum, so he had a nice slick way to begin. He was all smiles as he looked at Woody's face.
Every once in a while he would stop. He could tell when Woody was getting close, and he was really enjoying playing with Woody's dick, controlling him. Luke decided power was a powerful thing, and then decided that was a dumb comment.
"Speed it up, Richard" Todd said after a while. "We don't want to be out here all day."
Woody was beginning to sweat. Luke wasn't sure how long he could make it last for Woody without going too far, but suddenly his own balls leaped into action and he fired off into Richard's mouth.
When it was over, Todd gave Luke a hall pass he had stolen, and sent him back into the school. As he got ready to leave, he heard Todd say, "Now Woody, we'll begin out little paint job. And after that, Richard, I'm gonna deal with you in a way you won't forget."
As he stood up to go, Todd said to him, "You want to get together with us tomorrow night behind the Burger Haven about 9:30? You can enjoy the fruits of your labor by watching me make these guys show off."
"Sure. Thanks." Luke was happy. Not only that, but maybe this would be the location for the other event that the Underground Yearbook had predicted. As he started out of the woods, he heard Todd say, "Girardi's a good guy, you know that?"
Luke felt happy. And he knew that as soon as he got home and was safely in his bathroom, he would have a lot of fabulous stuff to think about. He just hoped he had enough cum left to jerk off over it.
(End of Part 6) (Comments and reactions are really appreciated. Bart384@yahoo.com)