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What happened in Part Twenty.
Peter made his announcement to everyone about buying the house and giving them all a share. William is taken to learn abseiling and does some night-dancing round the campfire.
Part Twenty
Peter had the first week of the holiday free. In the evenings Anthony had started building the double carport and Peter decided to work with him on Saturday and Sunday then in the evenings during the week and do some photo work during the day. The second week he had a hiking trip planned with Pete and Sam and Jeremy was keen to come as well. Michael and Andrew were going on another motorbike tour and Brian and Anthony were tagging along with them in their car. Peter found he wasn't really needed by Anthony because Mick was there and seemed to have become quite a good friend.
On the first Saturday evening Peter received an e-mail.
We are pleased with your last task. There is one more task to do but we will wait till after the holidays. Have a good break Peter.
Peter would rather have had a task straightaway so that it was all over and done with, but he obviously had no say. Peter surfed the net for a while. He regularly checked the digital camera sites but there was nothing yet which made him want to change his camera. At 8:00 Peter received another e-mail, which puzzled and worried him.
Gay teacher sleeps with underage students, photographs students in the showers. Park your car at the local supermarket tomorrow morning. Be at the Southern exit at 8:30 AM if you don't want this story to get out.
Was this some kind of new task to make him worry? It didn't feel right, after they'd said he'd have no task for a while, and they'd always been straightforward in the past. The e-mail address was gibberish and when he tried to send a reply question it didn't get through. He sent an e-mail to petersmistake.
Are you playing some sort of game? You said there was no task till after the holidays and now you want to meet me at the supermarket.
In about 10 minutes he received a reply.
We don't know what you are talking about. We never mentioned a supermarket and we want nothing till after the holidays. Did this come from our e-mail address?
Peter e-mailed straight back.
It must be you. The e-mail mentioned I'd slept with you and knew I'd taken photos at the college shower room. You promised you wouldn't tell anyone. It can't be anyone else.
A response came back immediately.
Peter ! We haven't told anyone. It seems like something's gone wrong. We've told you many times we don't really want to hurt you. Will you go to this meeting?
Peter's reply.
I'll have to try and find out what it's about. Reply e-mails don't seem to work.
The next morning Peter parked his car at the supermarket and waited at the exit as he had been told. Cars kept stopping before they turned onto the main road. After about five minutes a small Ford with tinted windows pulled up and he heard his name called.
Get in!
Peter was reluctant. This was the step that committed him. He wasn't worried about being hurt. He was obviously much stronger than the driver but he was driven by his need for more knowledge.
Right! We're going for a little drive! You put this blindfold on and we'll have a good talk when we arrive. See this envelope? If you don't do what I say, then an exact copy will be sent to your school and you'll find out what's in it the hard way.
With his worry building Peter followed the instructions. The vehicle drove round for about ten minutes. After it parked Peter was led a short distance into a building and the blindfold was taken off.
Right! Peter Bonner! You're in big trouble. Have a look at what's in the envelope and then we'll talk.
Peter opened the envelope and found three pieces of paper inside.
The first was his thoughts about what happened on the party night.
The second was a thumbnail sheet of the guys he'd photographed in the showers .
The third was the fantasy he'd written about seducing William.
It also had a note added saying that William was just sixteen years old.
Peter was horrified. The first piece was word for word what he'd written in his diary on his computer. The second sheet was even more worrying because no-one had seen those pictures. He'd not given them out as he originally said.
He could only believe someone had accessed the private section on his computer.
What do you want?
You perform for us and I'll stop the envelope being posted.
What do you mean? Perform?
Nothing much that you haven't already done! We'll just dress it up a bit. Your strip act for a start! This is a studio for porn film.
Peter felt helpless. What choice did he have?
If I don't make the stopper call in about five minutes then you can forget your job. Look! You do this and we'll make some money, you'll get this stuff back and we'll all be happy. It's no big deal.
Peter couldn't bring himself to say yes, so he just went quiet and sort of nodded.
The guy used his mobile phone and said,
We're going ahead. Hang on to that package till we see how well he puts out for us.
Peter was taken through the door to a small studio setup. He could see three cameras mounted in different locations and what looked like quite a powerful lighting arrangement.
The first thing we want is your strip act! We've got some of the still shots but not the video.
This worried Peter even more. No one had seen those or even knew about them. He'd just done a couple of stills to help him check his lighting. It did seem to show that these were a different group. The contract people definitely had the video.
I haven't got the music I need for it.
What is it?
Big Spender!
Johnno! Can you organize that?
Another guy sitting at a computer just put his thumb up.
They had a costume for him. A t-shirt that was tight and a bit too small, a light blue g-string which was one of the stretchy, 'one size fits all' type which hugged his balls and held his cock in a vertical position, and a pair of light stretch jeans. By the time he had changed he could hear the music playing through a loudspeaker setup.
They made Peter practise once, before they really started.
O.K! Live it this time!
Peter went ahead and finished with the clothes on the floor, and the g-string hanging from his fingers, as he struck one of the classic sexy poses.
Right! Now we'll do it again but this time it's for the queer audience. Put that other shirt on.
The other t-shirt was still tight and short, but it had the two dogs from the Badpuppy emblem on it.
Good! But this time I want it more raunchy. When you finish up stripped, we'll start the music again and you keep on going from there. Play with yourself and get yourself good and hard by the time it ends.
Peter went through the routine then, as the music repeated, worked his cock and played with his balls till he had built himself up.
After Peter had done this he had to get in all sorts of positions where they focused in on his hard cock.
There was a stop for a while when they gave him some orange juice and got him to smooth a light sheen of oil all over his body. They explained how they would give him a stage name like Rodney Hardman or Richard Bigsack and sell the videos and still shots to porn sites and membership groups round the world.
O.K! Put this vibrator in! This next routine doesn't work very often but if you are one of the responsive ones it looks impressive. Lie down on your back and keep your hands away from your cock. We need a clear view.
Peter lay down wondering what they meant.
The vibrator must have had a remote control because suddenly it started. The sensation was weird and went straight to his balls. It was just as if someone was tickling and caressing his thighs except it came from inside. Peter could feel his balls as they moved and twitched in their sac, tightening and continually trying to escape the tickling. He had a powerful urge to hold and relieve them. He managed to keep his hands by his side for a while but then clasped and locked them behind his neck. Peter felt his cock stiffen and grow to its full length but he was hardly conscious of it as the sensation in his balls was so overpowering. The speed of the vibrator went to a new level. Peter's balls started to clench and spasm and he could feel the spurts of his come hitting his chest and stomach. There was no relief. While the vibrator kept going his balls kept tightening and trying to force out more sperm. He couldn't stand it. He sat up and pulled the thing out.
I left it for as long as I could but I just couldn't stand it!
That was perfect! We'll edit it so it looks like you can think yourself into an orgasm.
For a while now Peter had to experiment with a range of devices they had, cock-rings, ball stretchers and dildos. He had to use them all and be photographed from different angles. The last thing he had to do was jack himself off in all different ways but stop just before he came, till finally he had to make sure his cum went on his chest and stomach.
O.K! We got what we wanted today and you were excellent. We'll have another session the day after tomorrow.
Peter was shocked.
Another session? But you said I'd get my stuff back if I did what you wanted.
You will! I guarantee it. But I didn't say when. Watch your emails so you know where to go. It'll be a different place next time.
After Peter was dressed he was blindfolded again and taken back to his car.
On Tuesday morning Peter was very nervous. He hadn't slept very well and he sat waiting with his computer on the net. He heard the ping for the incoming mail.
Park your car at the local railway station and wait at the car-park entrance. Be there at 9.30 a.m.
Peter went through he whole rigmarole again and was taken to the same studio. On the way he tried to talk about getting his envelope but the guy said they'd settle that after today's session.
Dump your clothes in the cubicle and put on the same gear as last time. When Peter went into the studio he saw a short, sad looking guy about thirty years old sitting in one of the chairs.
This is Allan! He'll be working with you for the day. You'd better have a talk to each other.
Peter didn't really quite know what to say but he explained he was being blackmailed and was sorry to involve anyone else. Allan was very subdued but said basically the same.
Peter! Please do whatever they say. I'll be all right, but if they tell my family I'll probably kill myself.
This upset Peter. He realized Allan must be in worse trouble than he was, but it made Peter feel even more trapped.
Right Peter! You rip his clothes off then grab his cock and take him over to the mat.
Peter looked at the camera guy and said,
I won't do anything that will hurt him.
The guy looked back for a moment.
You won't have to hurt him. Just looking rough will do, and the clothes are designed to come off easily.
Peter could see Allan nodding so he grabbed his shirt. It practically fell apart and so did his trousers. His jocks were next and they just gave way. Peter acted rough but gently grabbed his cock and took him to the mat.
Lie him down on his back then stand over him with your hands on your hips, then he knows what to do.
Allan started to play with Peter's legs. He pulled down on the jeans and reached up to fondle Peter's crotch area. He undid the jeans and pulled them down, and then off, when Peter lifted his feet. He started licking Peter's legs and made his way up to the g-string. He licked and sucked Peter till he was hard then took the g-string down. He licked Peter's balls and then sucked hard on his cock. Peter had to grab Allan's head and push his cock back and forth in his mouth. Next Allan had to lie down with Peter sitting on his chest so that Allan could keep sucking on his cock.
Right Allan! Bring him off! Peter! We want a shot of the cum spraying over his face and hair, so make sure you pull out in time.
Peter didn't take very long and Allan looked a mess when he finished.
Allan! Come and get this jar of cream. Rub about half round Peter's pubes and cock and balls, then under, and in his butt crack. Then do the same for yourself.
Peter didn't know what this was about but he soon found out.
You'd better keep rubbing or you won't be able to stand it.
Peter felt the whole area start to tingle and then to burn and sting. He had to frantically rub to ease the burning.
Rub into every area or we'll have to do it all again.
Peter didn't want that, and he realized it was a depilatory cream.
Now grab those cloths and clean yourselves off carefully. If you get that stuff in your mouth you won't be happy.
With great relief they wiped the cream and hairs away then washed themselves clean. Peter looked at the results and felt stupid.
His newly bared skin was pale and white and his cock and balls seemed to look bigger.
We haven't got any sixty-nines yet so Peter lie on your back then suck each other.
They did this for a while, then on their sides. Peter had to Velcro Allan's hands to some ropes, which were let down from the ceiling then pulled back up till his arms were stretched.
Now push this dildo in and work it.
Peter took the dildo, which was shaped like a cock with a big head and squeezed some oil on it. When he started to press it he could see Allan flinch. It was too big.
No! Not with this! It's too big. It will hurt him too much.
He'll take it! Just go ahead.
No! Get something smaller.
The camera guy didn't say anything. He just walked in front of Allan and whacked his balls. Peter was furious. He stood in front of Allan and said,
If you do anything like that again I don't care. Everything will be off. I've done everything you want so far because no-one's been hurt.
The camera guy looked at him. What have you got to say Allan? When Peter looked at Allan he saw despair.
Peter! Please go ahead! It's all right. I've already had that one in me before.
Peter went over to the table and picked a smaller dildo. He oiled it and gently eased it in then moved it slowly back and forth. Suddenly Peter had had enough. He took the dildo out and threw it on the floor then released Allan's hands from the Velcro bindings.
Look! I can't do this anymore today. I'm too angry. I nearly went to trash this place a minute ago. You said at the start it was just sex and no rough stuff and that's what I agreed with. You misled me last time and made me come back twice. If I can't trust you to keep your agreement then there's no point in my even being here.
The camera guy looked very angry, but Peter could see his mind working hard. After a moment he gave a nod.
All right! You've made your point. There's a bit of a misunderstanding because Allan has used that dildo before and I knew he could take it. You'll have to agree to come back one more time to finish this session off and I guarantee you'll get this stuff back. I'll give you this envelope now if you agree, but if you don't come back you've had it. Talk it over with Allan. You won't have to do anything painful.
Allan begged Peter to continue saying it was his only chance. Peter felt he had no choice either but at least he'd stood his ground about hurting anyone. He was given the envelope and told he could get the other copy at the next session. As Peter was driven back to his car he was told to watch his email that night.
At 8.00 p.m. the email pinged and the message said the session was arranged for Friday but to check his email each morning in case there was a change of plan. Peter wondered what he would do till Friday. He almost wished it was happening sooner so he could get it over with. As Peter started to get ready for bed he heard Andrew's motorbike go roaring out. He wondered about that because Andrew was usually careful to ride quietly round the neighborhood streets. Peter kept to himself that night. He didn't feel like putting on a face for the others and stayed in his room.
The end of Part Twenty.
Note! My apologies to readers who have got used to a weekly posting. There will be a gap of three or four weeks before part twenty-two is posted while the author is away camping at the Southern coast - hopefully to complete the story in an inspiring setting. Iarwain.