Skippy Written By Studstick Sixth Installment
Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 13 In Which Mr. Grimes Sets The Rules
"You fellas have to be good while Brian and I are away this week. We'll be keeping an eye on you. As I said...cameras everywhere...night and day, everyday.
"We're fucking sure you two don't want anyone to hear things about how you two behave when you're naughty, do you? You know...like your parents, teachers, team mates, preachers who are parents, dads who are coaches..."
What Scott was saying, was that he and Brian had made damn sure to record every fucking (and sucking) thing that happened in the house. We were screwed. Yeah, you're right, screwed that way too, obviously.
Josh and I retrieved our phones from the back yard and found we'd each been hacked, hijacked and forwarded a bunch of still photos of us sexing out. There were pics of me with my dick in Josh's mouth, Josh snuffling his way through an anonymous crotch and so on. Then there was a link to a website that only the four of us could access to, for now at least. All you could see were Josh's and my faces. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were represented by their big dicks and happily pulsing ass holes. The vids showed up on any of the giant TV screens in the den in the den. Turns out they were in all the two of the walls and came down from the ceiling to cover the bookcases. Hard core porno in sinnerama. Six foot dongs could soon be seen sucked by lips a foot and a half wide. Giant wet tongues so big you could see the spit pool wiped giant mushroom dick heads. The sound was AMAZING. Every whisper, grunt and sniffle right there in your ears...impossibly close.
Again and again the men made it clear that in the future, they could invite anyone they fucking wanted to view the site. We got the message.
We also got awesome access to hours of porn. Josh and I would be getting a lot of viewing pleasure in the coming days.
As we cleaned and reordered the house Monday morning, it seemed that the last few days were just some kind of a dream. Each time Josh or I felt the other of us looking our, we'd turn red, not knowing quite where to look. The house seemed really quiet. It felt really empty.
So did our holes.
Our phones rang. Mr. Stone must have traded our old smart phones for even smarter ones because these were genius, really. We could see his and Scott's faces on the screens as we were ordered to get to the den. When we walked in we could see both their faces on the big screen. Way bigger than life. Both of us caught our breaths and our pits started to trickle.
"Guys, I know you've got things to do...like twinky things - jogging, registering for college, skateboarding, 69ing, sticking different things in your asses,...whatever. Get it done, but be sure you're always back at the house from 2 in the afternoon `til 8 am every day.
"Bet you want to know why, huh?
"It's because any time during that period, Brian or I will be texting or calling you with instructions. Sometimes we'll just give you a countdown and you'll need to get your little twink twats to some place on the grounds, and then do whatever we tell you. Of course it'll all be on camera, you'll take your phones with you so we can see you, and you can see us. We'll fine tune this shit as we go. Got it?
We got it.
"During that time too, there'll probably be someone dropping in almost every day to do what needs doing. They'll be seeing if you dick lickers need anything, maybe some gardening, cooking some meals for the week, stuff like that. You'll be surprised at what happens...damn surprised. Make sure whoever shows get what's needed from you two. They all will be either our bros from the frat, our business partners, or both.
"Oh! And when you answer the door, you'll be side by side on your knees. Got that?"
We nodded...again, we got it.
"You'll have a blast, little dudes. Probably lots and lots of blasts, ... in your asses... in your mouth pussies. Since the video master here will be getting it all on camera, you little dudes will be major inspiration in a whole lot of jerk off vids out there on the net. Brian's baritone laughter filled the background. "Fuck yeah!" we heard him say.
"Bri and I will be haveing our own private pistol parties watching you two dogs racing to squirt your ball batter when and how we tell you. The same goes for any visitors. What they tell you, you do. Remember, if anybody drops a load on this property...it goes in your mouths or up your asses, you`ll always be there for it... got it again?
We again silently nodded our complete understanding.
"Of course, Bri, genius that he is, will edit it all into the documentary he's starting about your summer before college. Might do a college sequal later, who knows. What's that Bri? Yeah I'll tell `em.
"Bri wants me to emphasize the word "years. This ain't gonna be over soon, little dudes. We fucking own your pussies!"
Josh looked at me and started the big-eye thing. "Oh my gosh..." he whispered. "Oh god! Our reputations! Our poor holes, ...our poor junk!" I whispered back.
"Oh, and guys... I forgot to tell you, the security cameras are set up with military-grade night vision and microphones too, they pick up everything.
" And yeah...from now on you two'll be on a daily point system. You'll get pointsfor following the rules, or lose `em for screwing up, or for showing any fucking attitude. It's all gonna count next weekend when we invade your safe little space again, so see if you can't be good little twinks for us. We'll know who's been naughty or nice.
"In addition, Brian is great at low tech too, like welding and shit. We're working up some equipment and educational aids that'll help you boys be the best you can be. Put another way, when we're not fucking you, we'll be fucking you up. Sometimes fucking you up while we fuck you." Scott broke off in a fit of laughter.
"You'll fuckin' love it little dudes!"
He caught his breath, his studly smirk firmly back in place. "Right now, you're going to show us how you can shove your tongues down each other's throat. Make it loud, make it clear and make it fucking sleazy ! After we hang up, you can take it from there on your own. Good night, boys. Sleep tight!" We could see Brian looking over his shoulder, obviously watching one or two of the cameras trained on us. Laughing and high fiving each other, they signed off. "Sleep tight little dudes!"
Sighing, I looked Josh in the eye, he looked back at me. We started sucking face. We made it loud and we made it clear. Of course it quickly got sleezier. Horny as fuck once again, we took it from there big time.
We slept really tight too.
Part 14 In Which The Boys Relax
"Brrrriiiinnnng...brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnng..."
When the doorbell rang at the stroke of 2:00 the next day, we were on our knees, sweaty and nervous. I reached up and pulled the door open. We saw double bulges in double yoga pants. Except for the identical flip flops on their fine feet, the twins wore nothing else. An odd leather covered thing was sandwiched between them, and two leather messenger bags hung at their sides.
We looked. Way up and saw Identical twin faces, down to the blond streaked wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and dimples. They also had identical smug grins. A soft looking shield of brown curls played over their chests, not quite covering cappuccino colored nipples the size of quarters sitting pretty on broad hard muscled pecks. Those things started to perk up in excitement, tickled to attention by the wonder in our upturned faces.
"This is Zane, and I'm Shane. You won't need to remember who's who because we'll be the ones talking to you, not the other way around got it?"
Our noggins nodded.
"Set up this massage table in the basement gym. Yeah, we know the house top to bottom! Hop to it pussies!"
"Well kids, Mr. Grimes tells us you two are feeling some stress. You do look a little tight around the eyes. Which one of you is Skip?"
I gulped and I slowly raised my hand.
"Great! Strip and lay it on the table, face up. And you're...uh...Sparky? Right...'Sparky'...cute. Sit in the side chair while we I strap you down."
I lay looking up at the ceiling, shivering a little from the air conditioning and the suspense. My pits started to drip, of course.
"HMMMMpphhmhpph." I turned my head to see Josh on the chair being fitted with a leather bike helmet bracketed by a couple of inverted hamster water bottles filled with something white. Tubes came down beside his ears to a leather gag being fitted in his mouth. I could just see white dick-shaped nipple disappear in his gob. His ankles were tied back to the bottom of the chair legs in back, and his arms to the rung under the back of the seat. Trussed and tight, his chest thrust forward, and his rosy pink nipples stood up in alarm. His was fuckin' defenseless.
Josh's eyes were big and round. Stressed, I'd say. He was throwing major wood though. His dick looked carved from ivory.
"Zane and I got in to some new age stuff we got into after we left college. Some of us Alphas - that's the frat, Alpha Chi Omega Kappa, also known as Alpha-COK, got way into the woo-woo as well as the poontang when we were in college. Zane and I still try go a couple of weeks without blasting. Oh, we beat the meat, stick in in people, but we just don't cum until we decide to. Special kind of heat, you know. Then see how much pudding we can produce in the next two weeks. We work our joints until they blister sometimes. The whole cycle is supposed to keep our aura's buffed and oiled, or something.
"When we're maximizing our output, we store what we don't leave in the gals and guys we fuck with. That's why you've got about a pint of pure pleasure ready to slide down your pipe, Sparky. Think of it as a gift of white energy flowing from our life center to yours.
"As for you, little Skipper, you'll be getting some tenderizing on a major scale while your buddy Josh here, sips and watches. Don't move a hair, fucker! We'll be doing the heavy hauling.
I could hear flip-flops hitting the wall, followed by the slither of yoga pants as the big men stripped. "Squirt, squirt..." two pair of hands rubbed like fire starters, heating up some liquid that smelled like musk from a man's balls. My dick stood up in approval.
Later, when I saw the videos (of course there were videos, and of course they became part of the 24 hour Skippy and Sparky channel) I could see all that they did to me. At the time though, I was mostly hearing and feeling.
The twin behind my head covered my eyes, while the other held my feet. Slowly they made smooth circles, covering more and more skin until hands slid down to my abs, and up my inseams. Stopping at my crotch curls and the tendons by my balls, they made little circles that again grew until they returned to my distant poles. Long strong fingers picked up my muscles, squeezing and wringing them until they started to melt into butter. My dick did the opposite, of course, rising like a cobra to the sound of a flute, bobbing in the air above my groin, begging for attention, any attention, thumping the air in need.
"This twink's not gonna take much time, is he?" said one.
"Nope! Look at his little boy bat do the dance of desire, eh? Goes with that bouncy little dance his puppy balls are doing. We're going to harvest a nice nut from this one!"
Looking to the side I could see Josh was doing some hip hop of his own. A deep blush was working its way from his neck down his chest, and his purple helmet. "Wsshsssshswwhhup... Wsshsssshswwhhup.. Wsshsssshswwhhup..." he'd scarfed down about a quarter of a pint. His heeks pulsed like a greedy squirrel.
I heard a click then something in the table fell loose.
"Flip, Skip and scoot up. Stick your face in the hole. We hear you're really good at that. Hang out there for a bit while we check out what's up with Joshboy." I flipped, scooted and stuck. As I did, I felt my dick and balls fall through a slot in the table that wasn't there before.
Hearing Josh's squeal, I sneaked a look.
His face was beet red as one twin twisted and pulled his nips. The "Wsshsssshswwhhup... Wsshsssshswwhhup.." got a whole lot louder as he sucked down more twin batter. The other twin knelt behind the chair, reached around and grabbed Josh's bat in one hand and his balls in the other. Kneeling in front, the first twin watched Josh's heating junk like a snake watches a mouse. The "Wsshsssshswwhhup... Wsshsssshswwhhup.." became garbled with groans and whimpers as Josh got ready to blow.
"Clear!" The front twin shouted. Momentarily freed, Josh's junk hardened even more, the knob going all glassy as it swelled.
"Smack...SMACK..MMMRRRAAAAAAHHHH!!!" as the front twink tapped Josh's boy-balls and pinched his knob.
"MMMMWWWWHWWHHWWHHHHMMNNNNN!" Josh screamed into the nipple he nursed on, his orgasm thwarted.
The pattern was repeated, three, four, five times, maybe. Josh's eyes were crossing and starting to leak their frustration. He whimpered rhythmically, like a frightened puppy.
"Okay...let's get this done, said the guy in back moving to Josh's nips, teasing and torquing.
Front man got a good one-handed grip on Josh's balls and other on his steeled-up shaft and pumped like a piston, while he rattled those rocks like dice in a cup. The guy's biceps pumped up. I could smell his sex sweat from where I lay on the table. That fist was a vision of power pounding a helpless pud. The man's hand blurred, Josh's junk turned red in appreciation, the knob going glassy in expectation.
"Wsshsssshswwhhup... MMMAAAAHHHHHH...Wsshsssshswwhhup.." Sucking like a fiend on the canned cum, Josh tried to holler around the gag. His cries were drowned out by the self-satisfied chuckles and snorts from Zane and Zack. Couldn't tell who snorted and who chuckled. The last of the cum in the hamster bottles disappeared as Josh blasted his jock pudding out the end of his dick.
"Mmmuuuummmppphhhhhhh" then..."swwwwwuuuiiiiiirrrrrr...kuuuullllllkkkkkk, swwweiiiiiiiiimmmmmpt," Jock rudely vacuumed the dregs of dick cream from the sippy tube.
His loads to run down the front man"s hand. In a flash he smeared the goo on his own hard dick and that of his brother. They took their places at each end of my table and smacked their sticky palms on me -- the back of my neck, the back of my ankles. The guy at my head stepped up and pressed his abs hard against the top of my head, then reached under and pulled a pin so that the face cradle fell away. My head stayed where it was, jammed against those rock hard muscles as the guy's dick poked up, knocked twice at my lips and then slipped in like it owned the place. I swallowed Josh's juice coating and got to sucking.
The hands on my legs slid up to my cheeks, circled twice before those big thumbs dive-bombed my hole, sliding in on a slick of the last of Josh's juice.
Nope, I was wrong. I felt Mr. Footman climb up on the table, and slip me his meat. Yeah. THAT was the last of Josh's juice.
Sucking like a leach, I soon got Mr. Headman to give up his glory... two seconds before Mr. Footman bottomed out in my hole and did a war dance on my joy button. I gave up my load, squirting repeatedly in the air below me.
Dazed and speechless throughout, I finally sighed as those two big dicks were pulled out of my body with twin plops. Funny thing...I could feel the last drops of my nut drop from my pisslips, actually heard them drip into something under the table. I didn't even know I'd shot!!
"Zack, get the athletic cup from under the table and feed the twerp his slop. He needs hydration. The little dude seems pretty relaxed now and we've got a stiff schedule today."
"Kiss the dick goodbye, little guy. We're out of here."
And soon, they were.
Part 15 In Which The Games Continue
In the middle of dinner, our phones rang. Josh and I had been going over our massage session and had just gotten to the part where he was getting his trash tossed.
"Hey dudes! Guess who?" We could see Scott, once again, Brian's eyes smouldering in the back ground.
"You've got exactly three minutes to get to the den. Bri and I have 100 bucks riding on which one of you two twinks is gonna win this one. You each get fuck points. Joshie-baby, you get to go in first. How many seconds will it take for you to get hard, get Skip wet and get your horn stuck up his tube, spitting out cum shots `til it's shooting blanks? Skip...you're going to be making like a bear rug, flat out on your face with your pussy ready for trouble. Hole to the ceiling. When Josh jets his juice, the clock starts again with Josh on his face and you working your little wick to light up Joshie's tunnel.
"Bri and I both hate losing so you two faggots had better perform!
"Ready, set...GO!"
We could hear a `tick tock' as some high tech stop watch came into play, on speakers hidden throughout the house.
We flew to the den. Josh was hacking up some spit while he ran and I squeezed my boy pussy to prepare it for battle. Skidding into the room, I dove to the floor before the giant screen, a screen filled with the chuckling, leering faces of Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone. All around us the security cameras blinked to full alert. Several swiveled to aim their lenses at us, their little electric motors seeming to whirr in happy anticipation.
"Little dudes...the loser's nuts might get featured in a weekend piñata festival...so better get your game on kids!"
Flat on my face on the room's center rug, I heard Josh hack out his spit and smear it on his meat. Another wet wad followed immediately, hitting dead center on my twat knot before being shoved inside with a quick jab from Josh's middle finger. Then...
"WWWWhhhhhaaaammmmm!!
Josh's dick was in my butt. All the way in. First it wasn't, then it was. The kid's quick! It hurt like fucking hell.
A second or two later it still hurt but slowly began to feel kind of delicious too, like super hot curry after the second or third bite. It hurt, but my butt hole started craving more, it started craving a whole lot more.
Josh turned on his war hammer, powering into my hole, ramping up to electric warp speed. His panting raced faster and faster as he tenderized my twat.
Juttering on, he yodeled a victory scream that pulsed with the beat of his meat.
"Ah ah ah ah ye ye yess yessss YEEEESSSSSSS!"
I felt a trio of long splats squirt spray my guts, long...looooonnggg....looooooooooonnnnng, then...Josh's dead weight on my back.
He panted and gasped like a victorious runner, dying from a marathon.
"Sparky...Sparky! you crazy guy! You just creamed Skip's guts in under a minute and a half! You're the mighty little man!" I could feel Josh blush with pride as he lay heaving on my back.
Uh,Skip-boy, you think you've still got the moves for a take down?" asked Scott.
For answer I flipped my fucked-out friend off my back and onto his, scooted up his chest and shoved my spike in his mouth. Two seconds.
`You want to walk straight tomorrow, Josh, you better slime my pole before I drive you across the floor with it. I sure as hell don't want MY nuggets in a noose this coming weekend." He did.
I yanked my butt back, grabbed him by the ankles and pulled them to the side into a wishbone held together by a tiny little dot in its center.
The ticking and tocking of the timer seemed to get louder.
"Edddduuuuunnnngh!" That was Josh.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" That was Josh again.
I speared my best bud's sex sleeve while he screamed like a banshee. His eyes were big and round, of course, but his mouth worked like he had a cramp in his jaw.
With my own hole as sore as it was, I began a fuck-fuck, stir-stir kind of rhythm that seemed to warm Josh's guts and calm his screaming at the same time. I felt like I'd stuck my dick in a tub of hot gravy, a tub that wanted my dick to stay right where it was and not move.
Dick and gravy tub began to fight it out.
My dick won.
As I collapsed on my bud, our sweaty chests slipping and sliding, I heard Scott's sneering voice fill the room...
"One minute thirty-three fucking minutes, little dude! Shit! You're going to need to learn to fuck faster than that when I tell you, Skip. Brian won the fucking bet, guy. So Josh, you've got two points. Skip, you are down one."
We could see Brian giving Scott the victory finger, laughing his head off. "I win, Scott! I get to suck your dick for an hour before you get to cum." Brian hooted and crowed in triumph.
"Easy there, Bri. My dick will always, always be there for you, and it will always, always out last you, you big fuck!.How well you know!.
"I'll tell you what, Skip...you suck your nut back out of Sparkie's little hidy-hole. Let me see it slide down your gullet, and I'll spot you a point and a half."
Sighing, I scooted back, pulled up on Josh's hips and planted my lips on his nether knot.
I could always use some extra credit.
A word to you junk juicers out there from Scott:
"Put your hand in your pants... pull out your big roll and feed our little friend, Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . Like Skippy, it's loyal and ready to wait on you, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week giving you what you want, any time, all the time.
Like Skip's pussy, you gotta put something in it every once in a while to keep it goin;. Feed the thing some money so it's always hot, and ready. Then grab your mouse with one hand and your dick in the other and go for it! Drop some bucks...then drop your load. You'll feel great, man!
"GET IT DONE, DUDES!"