The Boy Toys, Parts

The Boy Toys. Chapter One.

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By Gagahman

Simon was seventeen. He had the perfect body, not from working out and worrying about it, but from doing what he wanted. He played sports, he surfed and he spent his spare time being the center of attention. He didn't plan to be, he just had that 'X' factor. He was on the swim team in summer and starred on the football team in winter. He had sandy blonde hair, just slightly too long to be neat, a tan from the months every summer he spent surfing, and, of course, a body by God -- and God had every reason to be proud.

As far as personality goes, he was a confident, arrogant young man. Every school has at least one like him -- rich parents -- popular -- good looking, and not used to anything but success and getting what he wanted. It was this side of his personality that would prove his undoing -- this and a very patient and well thought out plan. When Ali noticed him at the mall -- and came over to chat, he couldn't help flashing that killer smile and throwing all the charm he had in her direction. If he'd taken the time to look around -- he would have seen Duncan watching from the balcony of the food court with his new friends -- and they were looking at Simon as if spotting their next purchase in a shop front window. Fortunately for them, Simon was too self assured to care who might be watching. Of course -- why would he even be looking - Ali was stunning -- and Simon was always quick to want something new.

Within an hour they were in a booth at McDonalds and her exploring hands had him hard enough to blow through his school pants. But she didn't give him the satisfaction -- that wasn't part of the plan. Instead she looked at her watched and told him she had to go -- but made sure she invited him a party at her place on the weekend. She assured him it would be an intimate gathering - for a few of her closest friends. "And I hope you let me finish what I started -- because through your pants, you feel worth it," Ali whispered into Simon's ear, before walking out. Simon would have agreed to anything at that point -- and the first step of Duncan's plan was in place.

Ali was from a school about two districts over -- and she had a crush on Duncan. It had turned out to be very convenient -- because Duncan needed someone like Ali to pull off what he'd spent a year planning. A year where he'd lost all his friends and been forced to switch schools -- and a year where he'd never stopped thinking of how to exact revenge on his former best friend.

Duncan had known Simon since they were kids. They'd done everything together and two summers ago, when both he and Simon were sixteen -- they went away for a surfing weekend in a group of four, like they'd done many times before. But this trip would be different -- because this trip would be the one that led to the beginning of the end of their friendship.

The two went out on the Saturday night into the small beachside town, hoping to find some action, but with no luck. They had met two local girls staying in a caravan at the back of their parents house and while the night looked like it was going to be successful -- the girls pulled back at the last minute, threatening to call out if the boys didn't leave. Simon and Duncan were both nursing serious 'blue balls' by the time they came back to their small tent -- and Simon had to find some release. That's how the subject of jerking each other off came up. It was something the two had done twice before when they were much younger. Neither had ever brought the subject up again -- as neither was proud of something they'd done in an immature moment of horniness. But with the beers still in their system -- it didn't take long for Simon to be lying on top of his sleeping bag -- working tropical reef oil into his thick dick. Duncan was too buzzed to be shy and he stripped off and lay on his bag and began dribbling oil into his palm. The smell of coconut oil was thick in the tent and Duncan was so horned up, his cock bounced slightly with each heart. "Do me," Simon said before Duncan even got a chance to grab hold of his dick. Duncan stopped and looked at Simon -- uncertain. "No way. I'm not a faggot," "Do you think I am?! Jesus, you were there tonight -- you know what those bitches did to us -- and ... it's not like we haven't done it before," he whispered in the dark. Duncan paused -- thinking. "I don't know, man. We were kids back then." "So what? Come on man, you know how much better it feels when it's someone else doing it." Simon was making a lot of sense. Duncan was all but agreed. "Just this last time, okay?" He said. "Yeah, okay," Simon replied with relief and anticipation in his voice. Slowly, nervously, Duncan wrapped his greasy hand around Simon's hard dick and began stroking.

Simon had one of those perfect dicks. It was straight and thick with a mushroom head that just fell wider than the shaft. And at the moment it was feeling great as Duncan started to increase the speed of his strokes. Simon stretched out -- placing his hands back behind his head and closing his eyes. Duncan's cock was still rock hard, not because he was turned on by jerking off his friend, but because he was also horny and waiting for his turn to blow and relieve what the girls had caused them to build up.

What neither noticed was the noises coming from outside the tent. One of the other guys with them on the trip was up to check out the surf. It was just after 5am and Duncan and Simon were had been so preoccupied with the girls that they had no idea what time it was when they finally made it back to their tent. They thought they had plenty of time to do what they'd started before anyone else got up -- but they were wrong.

Just as Simon strained and began to breath in short, sharp, heavy breaths - just as Duncan made more of an effort to finish Simon off -- just as the noise of the slippery oil began to slap a little more loudly, the zipper on the tent went up. Simon moaned -- too late to stop what followed. Even if one of the boys had seen the intruder, there was no way to stop the show at that moment anyway. Cum started flying from Simon's cock onto his perfectly defined chest. Duncan made a few short sharp strokes to complete the job. Simon was moaning, concentrating on not making too much noise. His breath was the loudest noise as his whole body lifted off the ground as he took his weight on his head as it arched back and the muscles in his neck strained. The intruder, David, one of the gang, couldn't believe what he was seeing -- he crouched at the door to the tent mesmerized as the scene came to rest. Then both Duncan and Simon saw him. Duncan looked panicked, cum dripping from his hand, which he held up like a doctor going into surgery. "Jesus Christ!" David said as he backed out of the tent. Simon jumped up, grabbed his board shorts and took off after him. Duncan just sat in shock. What he really needed was a towel.

End of Chapter One.

The Boy Toys. Chapter Two.

By Gagahman

By the time Duncan had wiped himself down and put his board shorts on -- Simon and David were well away talking to each other in the distance. The two stood above the stairs leading down to the beach. The sun wasn't up -- but it wasn't far away, so you could see gray outlines, but no details to anything. Duncan wasn't sure what he should do. He knew Simon was the most popular guy at school -- far more popular than he was. David was on the football team and looked up to Simon and there they were -- in deep discussion over Dave catching Duncan jerking Simon off. The last thing Duncan wanted was to have someone think he was gay. He only hoped Simon could explain exactly what the situation was -- because it was innocent. Duncan knew it had been a bad idea, he even said this to Simon when it was suggested. He knew they'd done it before, but that was so long ago and when you're fourteen, jerking off a buddy is hardly something to determine sexual identity by -- especially because most girls that age who are worth going after -- won't go that far anyway -- so it's more a matter of survival to find a jack off buddy at fourteen -- nothing more. But at seventeen ....

Duncan waited and watched -- desperate to know what was being said, but certain, if anyone could convince 'Big Dave' that what he saw meant nothing and should be kept strictly to themselves, it was Simon.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, Simon walked over. "What a fuckin' nightmare." It wasn't the reassurance Duncan was waiting to hear. "What happened -- he is he going to say anything?" "Hard to tell -- but he's going to make us pay." "What do you mean?" Duncan asked, almost in disbelief that one of their mates was going to use this stupid impulsive moment against them. "He thinks what he saw was pretty faggoty." "Did you tell him about the girls -- and the beer?" Duncan asked in desperation. "He still wants to tell people what we were doing." "Fuck no! Talk him out of it!" "I did," Simon said, trying to calm Duncan down. "But that's why he wants something to make not telling worth his while." "Money?" Duncan asked, hopefully. "No, and I know this is going to sound radical, but it'll mean he's not going to tell anyone ever, because he'll be part of it." Duncan started to get worried. Whatever Dave had proposed -- it already sounded like something he'd rather not do. "What does he want?" Duncan asked nervously. "He wants us to blow him." "What?" Duncan almost spat out. "And you agreed?" "Do you want the other guys knowing what he walked in on?" A blow job makes us fucking queer! No way. It was your idea to jerk each other off and I said it was a bad one -- so you go give him what he wants. I'm not putting anyone's cock in my mouth." Simon stood calmly looking at Duncan -- waiting for the tirade to finish. "It's once -- and then it's over. And no-ones going to know. Otherwise, everyone's going to thing we're faggots. Everyone! Because David will go back to Trent in that tent of his and once Trent finds out ...." Duncan knew Simon was right. Trent had one of the biggest mouths at school and asking the guy to keep a confidence was pointless. "Fuck!" Duncan said, clearly realizing he had little choice. "He's not cuming in my mouth." "Alright," Simon said. "And you're going first, that way you get the biggest load," Duncan said in the very next breath. "If it means no-one ever finds out -- I'll do whatever I have to." With that, Simon walked off towards David who was now sitting inside his van. Duncan watched in disbelief. He couldn't believe any of this was happening.

He half expected David to tell them it was all a joke. But he didn't - Simon jumped into the van and sat on the seat next to him. Duncan couldn't take his eyes off them and his heart jumped into his mouth when he saw the two guys flip over the seat and get into the back of the van. Duncan was left to wait for an agonizing fifteen minutes as he waited for 'his turn'. 'Big Dave' wasn't called 'big' because he was 6'3. This was the other thing flashing through Simon's mind. He'd seen Dave's 'big piece' only a couple of times and never when it was up -- and even then he knew he'd have trouble getting it into his mouth. Again his stomach began to hurt as he considered this was really going to happen. In a few minutes he was going to have another guys cock in his mouth!

When Simon finally came from the van he walked quickly to Duncan and told him Dave was ready and waiting for round two. Duncan couldn't believe how calm and unaffected Simon was -- or maybe, he thought, he's just glad his part was done and was now working on shutting the experience out of his mind. Duncan approached the van and opened the door. Inside there was a smoky haze -- Dave and Simon had obviously been smoking and Dave still had some left. "I can't believe this is really happening -- so I'm trying to mellow out," Dave said. "Me either," Duncan said straight back at him. "Can I have some -- it might help." "Sure". Dave passed over the joint and Duncan drew back hard. Dave quickly took it back and re-arranged some pillows. Without any pleasantries, he unbuttoned his board shorts and ripped the velcrose fly before wiggling out of the pants and making himself comfortable in a semi lying position against the wall of the van. There it was -- Dave's big cock, half hard and still growing past seven inches. "Time for breakfast," Dave said as he took his semi hard cock and waved it around. "You don't want to wait for a bit longer?" Duncan asked. "I'm always horny -- and if I don't have to work for it ...... I'm twice as horny," Dave said with a laugh. Duncan took a large breath and crawled forward. His head was now over Dave's knees. He couldn't stop staring at that cock and couldn't believe he was actually considering taking it into his mouth. He would never have gone any further if it wasn't for Simon. His best friend had been here before -- he'd kept his side of this crazy stupid deal to buy silence -- and Duncan wasn't going to let him down by not holding up his side of the bargain. Duncan inched forward. He poked his tongue out and licked -- Dave's cock bounced on contact. "Suck me bitch," Dave said, clearly enjoying the position he was in. His cock was now almost fully hard. Duncan opened his mouth and put the first few inches in his mouth. "Oh, man, this is too fucking good -- that feels awesome. You're built to suck cock, " Dave said, as he closed his eyes and began to enjoy being blown by one of his best friends. Duncan bobbed up and down on Dave's cock, which had now grown to its full length and was rock hard -- and still short of eight inches. Dave wasn't much of a grower, but he was almost too wide for Duncan's mouth to fit him inside. He started to get a little more involved and his moaning became steady as Duncan's tongue was forced to rub the underside of the thick cock. Duncan's jaw ached badly -- his mouth was being forced wider than it could actually go and still he strained to stretch further to accommodate the beer can thick cock.

Suddenly Dave propped himself up on one arm and with his other he reached over and placed it firmly on the back of Duncan's head. He took a vice like grip on Duncan's scalp and forced his cock even deeper inside and there was nothing Duncan could do to stop it. He was gagging and spluttering. Snot was coming from his nose as his eyes teared from the assault and still that hand kept forcing his head up and down that hugely thick cock. Then Dave pressed down hard -- and drove all the way in so Duncan's nose was pushed hard into Dave's pubes. Duncan's gag reflex was stopped by the head of the cock popping past the muscles in his neck -- his air intake was smothered by an onslaught of cock. Still Dave pumped into that throat -- he even tilted Duncan's head back so his neck opened and allowed clear passage for his cock to slide even further down that warm cocksucking throat. Duncan couldn't breath, but the sounds coming from Dave made it clear -- that wasn't a consideration.

Duncan felt the cock deep in his throat expand. His eyes bulged as he realized what was coming next. Dave grunted a few times, like he was also struggling for air, but then his cock pulsed and spewed it's thick gooey seed down Duncan's throat. There was nothing he could do but swallow. Finally Dave withdrew slightly, allowing air. But to get air Duncan had to clear his throat -- and Dave was still spurting cum inside his mouth -- so the only option was to swallow, which Duncan did. Dave was now watching, and he moved is cock in deeper for one last spurt as Duncan tried to suck in breath. The cock came out one last time and Dave held it between his fingers and wiped it up and down Duncan's lips. Occasionally he'd plug Duncan's mouth, and with his nose now blocked it forced Duncan to suck again -- in order to get Dave to take it out again and allow air back in. Duncan was hardly even conscious of what he was doing -- it was all involuntary -- but to Dave, it looked like only one thing. "Fuck man, you can't get enough of my dripping cock, can you?" Duncan was still catching his breath when Dave finally reached for his board shorts and slipped them on. He jumped from the van and grabbed his board from on top. The sun was just over the horizon and the surf was up -- Dave couldn't have hoped for a more perfect start to the day.

Duncan on the other hand couldn't think of a worse start. He felt sick -- more from the lack of oxygen and Dave's brutal face fucking -- but the idea of a belly full of cum didn't help. Simon was waiting for him. "You did it?" "Yeah," Duncan answered. "Maybe I should have gone first, because with me he took forever to cum." With that, Duncan went to his tent to lie down and rest -- all he really wanted to do was forget about what had just happened. He had no idea that his life was about to change forever.

Three hours later, Duncan woke up to voices. Dave, Trent and Simon were back from a morning's surf. Trent's voice was the loudest -- as usual -- but it's what he was saying that made Duncan freeze. "Hey, cocksucker, get out here. We've got lunch for you -- all salty fresh!" Duncan couldn't believe what he was hearing. After everything he went through, Trent had been told what happened. In fact it was worse than what would have happened if they'd never given into Dave. Then it would have been a hand job he'd been told about -- but now!

Duncan came from his tent, looking both concerned and angry. "What did you say?" he asked, trying to assume his usual status within the group -- which, until now, had always been well above Trent.

"I heard you give the best head ever. We've nicknamed you 'dunkin Duncan'." All three laughed hysterically at the announcement. Duncan saw nothing funny about it. He looked directly at Dave. "You weren't meant to tell." "Bullshit I wasn't. I caught you going at it so now you're my personal 'blow boy'." "I only did that to keep you quiet, arsehole. Do you think me and Simon wanted to blow you?" This brought silence from everyone. "Simon didn't blow me," Dave said confused by the suggestion. "He explained how you begged to jerk him off and when I wouldn't buy that you were a faggot -- he said he'd get you to blow me to prove it. And you did, cocksucker. You proved it real good!" Again Dave and Trent laughed. Simon did too, but Duncan could tell it wasn't for real -- it was just for show so he wouldn't get caught out. He'd rolled Duncan good and proper and there was no way to prove things hadn't happened as Simon had said. Duncan knew he was now the groups official 'cocksucker' - the dilemma he faced was, how much more would he be willing to do, to buy his friend's silence and stop them telling the rest of their school what he'd done?

End of Chapter Two. The Boy Toys. Chapter Three.

? Gagahman

On the drive home, Dave let Duncan know he was going to tell the rest of the football team they'd found a team cocksucker. Duncan pleaded for him not to tell anyone, but Dave just laughed the idea off. Duncan was left to fight back tears as they drove. They dropped Dave off at his house, followed by Trent and finally only Duncan and Simon were left in the car. Duncan had Simon alone for the first time since his betrayal and he was quick to bring the subject up. "How could you do that to me?" "What did I do?" Simon asked. "You blew him, I didn't force you." "I thought you'd done it too," Duncan said, still desperately trying to defend what he'd done. "But you did it -- so now we know you blow. The guys will be lining up for that mouth of yours." Duncan went cold with anger, this was his best friend who had suddenly turned on him and seemed to have no understanding of how severe his betrayal was. All that was left for Duncan was to beg. "Please, help me. You know I'm not gay. I only did that to Dave to stop him telling what he saw. And he saw both of us. Not just me." Simon looked at Duncan. He could see he was close to the edge. Duncan's voice had quivered as he'd delivered his plea for help. Simon couldn't help thinking how pathetic the guy suddenly seemed. How could they have been friends all this time? He felt differently towards his former best friend and noted how quickly the way you see a person can change. One day before Simon had seen him as an equal -- now, he was looking at his surfing buddy and all he saw was a cocksucker -- those lips were around cock -- that mouth had closed on it -- that throat had sucked it dry, and there was no way Simon was going to miss out on such a convenient mouth. "I'll talk Dave out of taking this thing further," Simon said. Duncan's eyes lit up -- he had a lifeline and he was grabbing hold of it. He fired questions at Simon about how he planned to get Dave to agree to silence. How would it be done? What would Simon say? Did he really think Dave would forget about what happened? Simon quickly adopted the arrogant, cocky personality that until now, Duncan had always defended. Many people disliked Simon for a personality that was all ego. He thought nothing of walking all over people, putting others down and destroying them along the way, if it helped get him what he wanted -- no matter how trivial that something may be. He promised Duncan he'd get Dave to stay silent -- using their shared bond as key players on the football team, he swore he alone could manage it. For the first time in twenty four hours, Duncan was feeling relieved -- but it wouldn't last long. "But it will cost you," Simon said. Duncan looked confused, causing Simon to explain the deal he had in mind. "You'll blow me -- every day this week -- and swallow and I'll help you out." "What?" Duncan said with clear outrage in his voice. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to do that again!" "Fine," Simon said. "You don't give it up to me -- I don't go to Dave and you'll be giving it up to the whole football team -- and maybe anyone else at school who could beat you in a fight. And .... That's about half the school." Duncan was breathing as if he was catching his breath. His anger was causing him to shake, but he had no way of calming himself down, because he saw no way out of Simon's ultimatum. Their was silence as Duncan madly searched for a loophole -- but he couldn't find one. "And you won't tell anyone I'm doing this stuff?" "I'll never say a word to anyone," Simon said, trying to look as sincere as he possibly could. As Duncan considered the idea, Simon smiled as he drove on further. It was a smile of contentment. He knew he had control of Duncan if he actually agreed -- and by the time he'd be finished with him, it would be complete domination -- he was determined he'd have his former best friend to use as he wished. But why stop with just a head job? "And on the last day of the week -- after you get me nice and hard with that cocksucking mouth of yours -- I get to bust your cherry." "No way!" Duncan fired back in response. "Fine, then one of the team will do it -- probably in front of an audience." "You are such an arsehole," Duncan said in desperation. Simon just smiled as he pulled up at his own house. Duncan hadn't even realized that he wasn't being taken home. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "This is day one -- the first day of your week as my whore."

There was nothing Duncan could do about what was happening. Simon was the one guy he'd truly thought of as a friend and now he was the same person betraying him. People had told him in the past this arrogant shithead would one day turn on him as he'd turned on so many others -- but Duncan had dismissed this. The result was, even if Duncan had wanted to go to one of the other guys he hung around with -- none would be willing to help him out of the mess he'd got himself into.

Duncan said hello to Simon's mother as she stood going over phone messages in the kitchen. He couldn't help think of how perverted this whole thing was -- small talk with Simon's mum, which Simon himself seemed to be getting a kick out of -- before going to his bedroom to blow him. Simon told his mother he and Duncan would be working on a school assignment that would take them all week. His mother was thrilled to hear it and let both boys leave for Simon's bedroom quickly in order to speed their start to work. It wasn't something Duncan was particularly thrilled about.

In the bedroom, Simon placed a chair behind his door and lay on the bed. "Let's get started," he said. Duncan sat next to him with nervous apprehension. Simon allowed Duncan to do all the work and as he and reached for the fly on Simon's pants, Simon stopped him. "Hey," Simon barked. "you don't get to do anything until I tell you. I own you for this whole week and it's not going to be one two three and your done. I'm going to get the works -- anything I want. Now strip." Duncan stood up and took off his clothes. Simon had seen him naked before -- but he'd never looked at him with ownership in his eyes. "There's some lube in the top drawer of my desk -- get it and go to work on yourself." "You want me to jerk off in front of you?" "I want to feel like you're enjoying giving me a blowjob. I want you to know which one of us is the faggot." Duncan went and grabbed the lube. He took a small glob and worked it into his palm before applying it to his dick. Then he began to stroke. At first he had difficulty working his cock into an erection, but slowly it started to grow and before long it was bouncing around in front of him as he glided his hand up and down with long slow strokes. "Now go to the cupboard and get out my skipping rope." Duncan had stopped bothering to ask for a purpose. He knew Simon was enjoying humiliating him and assumed he was now going to have to perform some cheap bondage. Once again -- Simon was about to surprise him.

"While you're jerking off -- work one of the handles up your ass."

Duncan looked blankly at Simon. He couldn't believe the request and as he looked at the handle now in his slimy lube covered hand -- he noticed it was a little bigger than an average cock. It was certainly wider in the middle than any cock he'd seen and then it tapered slimmer near the rope.

"Do it," Simon said. "I want you to do this same thing every night this week until next Sunday when I take your cherry. I want you open and ready for me. We wouldn't want you screaming with my mum downstairs, would we? And once you've got it all the way in your ass, you'll jerk off -- into your hand and eat it -- then you'll come and blow me. Understood?"

"You can go and get fucked," Duncan said with a disbelieving laugh. "If you can even think up shit like that, then you're the faggot, not me." With that, Duncan went and wiped the slimy lube off with a towel lying near the desk. Simon said nothing, he simply got up and walked to the door, opening it for Duncan to leave. "Fine," he finally said, full of confidence. Duncan stopped and looked at him. He knew he was beaten. "Fuck you," Duncan said almost softly as he resigned himself to his fate. "No, other way around," Simon said, enjoying his joke. "So you agree to everything?" he asked.

Duncan reluctantly nodded. Simon let out a little laugh -- he couldn't believe how whipped this pussy was.

"And Sunday night -- you'll jerk yourself hard with the handle up your ass -- but you'll wait to cum until I fuck you. Then you'll jerk off and eat it all while I pound your cherry hole. Clear?"

Again a broken Duncan nodded.

"So lets see you do some magic -- make the handle of that rope disappear and then blow -- first you, then me."

Duncan went back to jerking himself off, while his free hand slowly worked the handle of the skipping rope into his virgin hole. He winced and groaned and twice he began to dance around on the ground as if he was walking across hot sand at the beach -- each time he quickly removed the handle in obvious pain. Finally he had the handle past it's thickest point and he was now jerking hard at his cock as he wiggled the end of the protruding skipping rope handle with one finger -- buzzing his own prostate and working himself up to an orgasm that was making him almost forget the show he was giving. When he came -- he forgot all about Simon's final directive to catch his own cum and eat it. But Simon was quick to remind him and his only option was to obey. He dropped to his knees and began licking the spunk off the old carpet -- picking up hairs and fluff in the process. When he was done -- Duncan went to remove the handle -- which was now sticking from his ass like a long rope tail.

"Leave that," Simon said. "Think of it as your faggots tail. And you'll take it with you when you go and bring it back each night. Because I'm never touching it again. Now get over here and do me."

Simon placed his fingers together in an interlocking weave and put both hands behind his head. He was slightly propped up on his pillow and clearly expected Duncan to be doing all the work. Duncan undid Simon's pants -- already seeing the outline of a growing cock. When the pants were open and removed, Duncan put the cock straight in his mouth -- only to be called off by Simon, now in his element and giving more and more directions. "Lick my balls first." Duncan dutifully agreed and gave Simon's rank ball sack a thorough tongue bath before moving up to his shaft. For a second time he was called off -- this time with a directive less detailed -- but just as clear. "That tongue hasn't finished yet," Simon said as he rolled over to lie on his stomach, while spreading his legs apart. Duncan closed his eyes and very tentatively lowered his face into Simon's ass. "Oh fuck yeah, the boys on the team would have loved using you," Simon said enjoying every second of his friends degradation and humiliation. Finally Duncan made it to the finale -- Simon's cock. He licked the entire shaft before working his way to the head and swallowed it into his mouth. He began bobbing his head up and down, working his hand around the base of the shaft and stroking in time -- his spit flowing down to lubricate and allow his hand to glide over every inch that his mouth left uncovered. Within his mouth he tickled with his tongue -- flicking it back and forth as his mouth moved up and down. He was doing all he could to avoid a repeat performance of the vicious face fucking he received at the hands of Dave.

Simon began to groan and move his hips with involuntary spasms and then as his balls began to rise slightly up alongside the base of his cock -- his hands left his head and came to rest on the back of Duncan's head where they pushed down hard. Duncan felt like Simon's cock was going to punch out of the back of his throat and he gagged and swallowed and gagged again as the cock head slid further and further down his throat. He began to thrash with his hands, unable to breath and, because he had no warning, he hadn't been able to get breath before being jammed down on Simon's cock. Simon didn't even notice -- his years in the weight room and his impressive muscled physique, simply held Duncan in place as he became more and more desperate for air. All the time the mad panic for air made the muscles in Duncan's throat contract over and over and over again -- giving Simon the best, most intense orgasm of his life. He couldn't help but groan long and loud as he unloaded deep into Duncan's throat. One, two, three thick strong spurts fired in rapid succession, before Simon released his grip and his whole body went from rigid tension to exhausted recovery. Duncan took a huge breath and coughed, clearing his throat and then taking another few deep breaths. He was resting on his hands looking at nothing as he concentrated on getting air back into his lungs. Simon lay with his eyes closed, contented.

"Oh man, you are one hell of a cocksucker. It's going to be hard to get Dave to forget about something like that." "I'm not going through this if you can't get Dave to agree. That was the deal," Duncan said, his anxiety levels again rising. He pulled the handle of the skipping rope from his ass and squinted his face up in pain as he did so. Simon laughed at yet more humiliation -- he knew he had Duncan now. He owned him. He'd seen him at his lowest and knew they'd never be real friends again. Every time either would see the other -- both would be thinking about only one thing. As far as Simon was concerned, Duncan was no longer a man -- he was a toy -- to be used for pleasure. "I'll fix up Dave, don't worry. You just concentrate on what you have to do. Tomorrow I want you to remember the routine without being told -- so by Sunday, you'll be perfect. Ok?" Duncan nodded. He'd already done it once -- if it would buy his freedom -- he'd manage to get through a week of putting on the same show. The only thing he'd have to mentally prepare himself for, above what he'd already submitted to, was Sunday's final act -- letting Simon fuck him.

End Of Chapter Three.

The Boy Toys. Chapter Four.

By Gagahman

The week rolled by with more and more humiliation for Duncan as he realised he was no more than a plaything for Simon's amusement. Simon, on the other hand, loved every minute of it. He was getting to dominate another guy -- and getting his rocks off once a day with the best blow job he'd ever had in his life.

By the third day, Duncan didn't need to be reminded of anything that Simon had asked for. He'd strip -- grease up his ass and cock -- work the handle of the skipping rope inside his hole so only the last bulb could be seen and the protruding rope that snaked its way to the handle on it's other end. In this humiliating position he'd then jerk off -- catch his cum in his free hand and then lick it up. Once finished, with his rope tail still in place, he'd move to Simon, strip him, tongue him all over and then give him the best blow job he could manage -- helped to a crescendo by Simon slamming Duncan's face into his pubic bone to enjoy the gag reflexes that would bring him yo an end that seemed to last forever as spurt after spurt of thick cum squirted into the pulsating, violated throat.

It became a nightly ritual and Duncan was counting down the days remaining -- it was all he could think of -- to be finished with this awful experience. He wanted this to all be over so he could go back to his straight life and forget any of the last week's events had ever happened.

Finally Sunday arrived and Duncan was almost happy as he walked into Simon's room. Simon was at his desk and quickly got up and went to his bed to lie down.

"So -- what are you going to do for me tonight?" Simon asked in a very facetious manner. "The same that I always do -- with one exception." "So you want to stick to our deal? A week of blowjobs and tonight, the final night -- I'll take your cherry?" "That's what we agreed to," Duncan said, feeling more and more confident that his freedom was now close at hand. "So why don't you warm up like you've been doing all week."

Duncan didn't need to be asked twice -- he knew the routine well. He began by stripping and quickly grabbed some lube He worked a thick glob up into his ass and buried a finger as his other hand worked away at his cock. He then grabbed the skipping rope and worked the thick handle inside his hole -- it disappeared like Duncan's ass had eaten it. There was not even any change of expression anymore as he inserted the thick handle inside himself -- and as he began to jerk off -- with his legs flexed and wide apart -- he worked the handle in and out of his ass as if it was the most natural thing for him. His hips began to sway as he took each new thrust and his breathing signaled the feelings he was giving himself were very pleasurable.

"Ok, if you want to come and have my cock you can -- I don't want to rush you." For once, Simon was using a very undemanding tone which went almost unnoticed after a week of a routine that Duncan had learnt by heart. Duncan dropped to his knees, his rope tail in place out from the back of him and he began to lick Simon's balls. "Oh wow, yeah, ok, lick my balls." Simon said as if he was enjoying it for the first time. It was five minutes of this tongue bath before Duncan stopped and looked up to Simon. "What?" Simon asked. Duncan rolled his eyes. "Turn over," he said. Simon rolled to his stomach and Duncan dove in between his ass cheeks, pressing his tongue deeply into Simon's chute. "Oh, God, you're tongue is right up there. You're really going for it." Duncan seemed to only be encouraged by Simon's words. His eagerness to get this horrific nightmare over with was what was propelling him to attack this final session with such enthusiasm. He'd had all week to learn exactly what Simon liked and how to get the best reaction from him. Now he was putting all that expertise to use for one grand finale that was going to reward him with his straight life back. Simon flipped himself over -- almost out of breath and acting as if the rimming was almost too much for him to handle. Duncan felt a strange sense of pride that he'd trained himself to such a point that he virtually felt, tonight, it was him dominating Simon and not the other way around. With Simon now lying on his back, Duncan began to suck in earnest. His free hand went back to his dick as he sucked down on Simon's cock. This night there would be no hands to force Duncan's head down as far as it would go -- just panting and moaning as Simon lay in ecstasy. "Ok, if you want me to fuck you now I will. You got me so turned on with everything so I'll finish this whole thing off and fuck you, if that's what you want?" Simon said. "You know it's what I want," Duncan said, referring to finishing the entire experience. He then braced himself and removed the handle of the skipping rope ready for Simon to take its place. Duncan placed his legs apart and bent his knees so his ass stuck out -- and then he began stroking his cock as he looked over his shoulder to see Simon rolling a condom onto his dick. Simon came up behind Duncan and lined his cock up with the cherry hole now puckering outwards slightly -- readied by the discarded handle now lying on the floor nearby. "How should I do this, gentle?" Simon asked. "Just do it -- I can handle it however you want," Duncan said. He just wanted it over and was almost dismissing this act as a single event in his life that would never be found out or repeated. It wasn't something he felt he had to really give much thought to. All he could think of was, in five minutes it would be done, it would have bought him his freedom and the silence he so badly needed to get on with his life. A life which had stopped and taken a very different turn exactly one week earlier. Simon punched forward and sure enough, Duncan's ass enveloped his cock with ease. Duncan was now stroking harder on his cock and only let out a small moan of pleasure as Simon's dick entered him to its full length. Slowly Simon began thrusting in and out -- gradually building up speed. Duncan was doing the same with his hand as he stroked away at his own cock and all the time his moans were getting slightly louder and, despite himself, he knew he wasn't hiding the immense pleasure he was feeling from what was happening. This didn't mean he wasn't repulsed by it -- but as long as he didn't think of what was actually happening -- he'd be able to actually enjoy the pleasure he was feeling and for the sake of what he'd gain from it -- he figured that wasn't such a bad trade off. Simon was now picking up speed as he fucked in unison with Duncan's stroking hand. Duncan began breathing louder and after a week's sex together, Simon knew exactly what that meant. Sure enough, thirty seconds later as a series of small high pitched whimpers began trailing at the end of each deep breath Duncan took, his body tensed. His ass ring tightened as if it was a fist closing hard around Simon's cock and Duncan sprayed his cum into his free hand, catching all but a few drops that escaped through his fingers. As Simon himself worked himself into a pounding climax -- Duncan brought his hand to his mouth and licked up his own cum -- even from his fingers -- nothing but a coat of saliva was left as Simon fucked him hard, moments from an orgasm of his own. Duncan's body was being jerked forward with each new thrust and as Simon's breath stopped and a small guttural screech could be heard within his throat -- he unloaded inside Duncan with two or three full length, hard, fast jabs. Duncan was still playing with his own cock, now slightly less than fully erect, but still close. He milked it free of the last drops of cum as Simon rested deep within him. Duncan brought the last drop to his mouth and licked it off his fingers as Simon pulled out with a loud plop. Both were breathing hard and sweating -- but Duncan looked nothing but satisfied and happy. And then his world fell apart again.

Simon reached over and turned up the volume on his computer. Cheering could be heard, whooping, yelling and applause. Duncan reacted with terror in his eyes. "You da man!" was the most common call, but there were many others and each one more humiliating for Duncan than the one before. Most were complimentary of Simon's performance, buts some were more humiliating and insulting towards Duncan. The calls and cheering came from the entire football team -- all gathered at Dave's house, crowded around his computer and witness to every second of Duncan's final humiliating session with Simon.

Simon swished the mouse and clicked the tool bar so a window with their picture popped up -- next he clicked the broadcast window. It wasn't until that moment that Duncan saw the red light of the Web Cam, perfectly placed to pick up everything that happened -- and it's little red eye was shining at him and had been since he arrived in the room.

"He didn't even let me bust his cherry!" Said Dave from his side of the computer. "You've just got to know how to turn our little toy on, Dave," Simon said.

Duncan was white like a ghost: devastated, humiliated, a broken man. From this night he would be more than just Simon's toy -- he now belonged to the entire team.

End Of Chapter Four.

The Boy Toys. Chapter Five.

By Gagahman

Duncan could hardly bring himself to go to school the next morning. He knew what was waiting for him -- his name, his reputation, everything he'd built up through years of struggle -- his place in the school hierarchy, was gone. Waiting at the school gate were Simon and Dave. They smiled as they saw Duncan approach. They traded cordial hellos as if nothing had changed -- but Duncan knew, everything had changed. "Come with us, we've still got twenty minutes," Dave said. Duncan was walked down the school drive towards the boy's locker room as if he was being marched to his own execution. "What's going on?" he asked with fear in his voice. "We're going to work out some things," said Dave, but he gave no more away.

In the locker room the rest of the team were waiting and Dave was quick to jump up onto the center bench so he could be seen and heard by everyone. "Hold them up," he said to his assembled players. Every young teenage male in the room held up pieces of paper with their own name written clearly in bold letters. Dave produced a garbage bag and held it open. He then passed it around and every boy placed his name inside as Dave gave more instructions. "We have to work out an order. First draw is for before school. Second is lunchtime, and finally after school. There's no limits, no rules and," he said, turning to Duncan, "if you turn anyone down, or complain to anyone outside this team -- we'll pluck you -- pubes, underarms -- even the hair on your head if we have to." Duncan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked to his teammates hoping for a voice of reason amongst the crowd, but no-one said a word to help. Dave's was the only voice he heard. "And don't think I'm bullshitting. We'll pull out two or three hairs at a time, until you're smooth." The crowd yelled with approval.

Duncan looked terrified as Dave took back the bag and began to pull out names. A list was made -- assigning the toy to each of his teammates in turn. Duncan's 'services' were allocated before school, during school and after school. Seventeen horny sixteen and seventeen year olds, all waiting for their turn to use and abuse their former team mate.

"Strip," Simon said with a huge grin on his face. He knew he was responsible for the position Duncan was in and he didn't feel at all guilty. Duncan was fighting hard to hold back tears. "Who's first?" Simon called out before turning to Duncan. "On your knees, faggot." Duncan looked at his former best friend with such hatred, Simon almost felt nervous. But surrounded by his teammates, he found the courage to reach out and shove Duncan to his knees. Joel stepped forward and undid his pants revealing a growing uncut cock. He quickly grabbed Duncan's head and shoved his cock between the waiting lips before a word of protest could escape. "Someone get on the door," Dave yelled as he continued pulling out names for the roster. Duncan began to gag as Joel's cock grew to its full length and slid past the back of his mouth and into his throat. The boys crowded forward to watch, leaning and standing on toes to get the best vantage point. "God, you can see it in his neck!" One boy yelled. "That's fuckin awesome!" another said as Joel began to find a steady rhythm. Duncan's eyes began to water and to keep his balance he reached out and grabbed Joel around the waist with both hands. "He's so into it!" one of those watching commented like he was watching TV. "He can do more than one at a time," Simon added. "Who's drawn the number two spot?" Duncan tried to protest, only to be held firmly in place by Joel's hands. A slim baby faced boy enthusiastically spoke up and was ushered behind Duncan who was brought to his feet. With his head still held on Joel's cock, he was moved to the center bench so he could be on all fours and fully exposed. A dribble of baby oil was run down Duncan's crack by Simon who laughed out aloud and made a joke about being prepared. The boy lining up behind Duncan hardly missed a beat as his belt and pants were opened and an already hard cock sprang into view, receiving yet another cheer from his fellow teammates. The baby faced sixteen year old hungrily pressed forward and inched the uncut head of his cock into Duncan's ass. Duncan cried a muffled scream as he continued blowing Joel. "Holy shit, you should feel it when he tries to yell -- it's like a freaking vibrator!" Joel yelled. The entire room burst into laughter, including the boy now starting to steadily fuck Duncan up the ass. A flash went off. "Don't take a picture of me, you fucking dickhead!" Joel yelled. It was Dave with the camera. "Stay cool, I cropped you guys out, it'll only show our toy doing his stuff." Again the room burst into laughter as the euphoria and adrenalin charged teens got high on the natural buzz of completely dominating another guy. Duncan was openly sobbing now, although no-one in the room knew it. His watering eyes came as s result of both the pounding attack on his throat and the utter humiliation of his new position.

This was the first day of many that followed this same exact path. Each day new eager horny cocks were presented and unloaded into either end of a miserable Duncan. He'd usually fit three or four of his teammates in before school, provided he arrived a full hour before classes. Lunchtime was tougher and he wouldn't manage as many -- maybe two if he was lucky, but it was after school he hated the most. The boys who had drawn him for the afternoon would often take him home and use him at their leisure. Introducing him to their parents under the pretence of doing homework together and then heading to a private bedroom to play with the rented toy. Each evening a new teammate would reveal their private sexual tastes. Some were strictly traditional -- a few were into all sorts of kink and needed no time to put it into practice, but most, because of the opportunity and their inexperience, used him to experiment. Few had ever had a willing partner they could use and abuse simply to see if they liked whatever it was they thought up. Now they all had the opportunity and none were going to pass it up.

There was one notable and humiliating highlight -- it was perpetrated by Teddy, a keen golfer, who fucked Duncan, and then thought it would be fun to see how many golf balls he could shove into the gaping hole his cock had opened up. He had six 'Top Flights' inside when Duncan threatened to scream and alert Teddy's parents. This was enough to get Teddy to stop -- but when Duncan went to try and shit the balls back out -- nothing happened. All Teddy did was laugh as he watched Duncan strain and groan for no result. He took even more delight as he watched his golf ball holder walk with very careful steps, out of the driveway and down the road towards his house. That night, as Duncan's stomach cramped over and over as the natural bodily responses tried to dislodge the intruders -- he knew he was in serious trouble. He tried laxettes and oil, hoping to move things along, but nothing worked. Finally, utterly humiliated -- he took the day off school and went, instead, to the local hospital where he had to tell a young intern what his problem was. Alone in an examination room, with some anesthetic gel and a pair of long pincers, each ball was removed, as he received a long lecture on the do's and don'ts of ass play.

The next day when he arrived at school -- he was summarily stripped and Teddy was called forward. Dave asked Teddy to repeat his story of disobedience from the team's toy. "He threatened to scream and I had to stop -- which means I didn't get my full turn with him," Teddy said. "He stuck golf balls up my ass!" Duncan screamed in protest. The room erupted in laughter. "Four!" someone at the back yelled and another burst of laughter rang out. "No, six!" Teddy screamed, enjoying his sudden notoriety. More laughter followed. No- one seemed to care what Duncan had been through -- in fact, all he got in response, was punishment. "For disobedience -- Teddy gets to pluck him. Pubes, balls, or armpits, which do you want?" Teddy's eyes lit up. "Noooo fucking way!" Duncan screamed. A hand was quickly thrust over his protesting mouth and he was pushed to the ground. "Pubes," Teddy said with quite menace. A flurry of hands began to open Duncan's pants and pull them down. Teddy walked close and crouched down. "Not too many at one time or you might get skin with it," Duncan said, hinting that possibly this punishment hadn't been chosen by chance, but more from past experience. Duncan struggled as Teddy took hold of a few strands of wiry hair. With a quick tug, the hair was held high in Teddy's fingers and Duncan yelled in muffled indignation. It would be the first of many equally embarrassing tugs -- each one causing a few more hairs to disappear. Finally, Duncan was a mess of lonely pubic hairs. His skin was red and spotted with tiny pin pricks of blood. He had tears in his eyes and was held aloft for the crowd to removing the final few hairs. Duncan was bald from his belly to his cock. Applause broke out amongst the crowd.

"You never say no to one of us again or we'll come up with much worse," Dave said. All Duncan could do was nod in obedience. He was well and truly broken. His life had become a nightmare and he could see no way to escape.

End of Chapter Five.

The Boy Toys. Chapter Six.

By Gagahman

Simon took great delight in thinking up new and humiliating ways to torment Duncan. The internal school swimming sports arrived and Simon met Duncan in the locker room and handed him a pair of light blue speedos with the lining torn away. The result was, once wet, the nylon swimmers would be see through and everyone in school, girls and boys would get a show, but worse was to come. Simon produced a pill and told Duncan to swallow it. Duncan protested and Simon quickly drew two of his strongest team mates forward ready to begin plucking more hair from Simon's body. Once swallowed, Duncan asked what the pill was. "Viagra," Simon said, "My old man takes them -- they should make the swimming far more interesting." Duncan looked worried as Simon and his co-horts dragged him out onto the pool deck. The entire upper school was assembled and the swimmers were sitting amongst the crowd wrapped in towels and waiting for their events. Simon helped Duncan into the middle of the most gossipy girls and then made sure he handed his towel over. All Duncan could do was sit and wait for the pill to take effect. By the time his name was called for the 200 freestyle relay, he was as hard as he'd ever been in his life. He pleaded with Simon for a towel, but received no sympathy at all. "Jesus Dunc, that's one hell of a hardon you've got there," Simon said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. The crowd looked over as Simon and others from the team pushed Duncan to his feet. He walked like a hunchback around the pool and hid himself behind the other competitors, but there was no hiding anything when the race start came and he had to climb onto the blocks and let the whole school see every vein in his erect cock as he stood waiting for the starters orders. There were other football teammates in the same race and all knew exactly what was going on. Three of them false started in turns to extend Duncan's agony and by this time, everyone in the stands knew what was going on. The race came and went and Simon was now sitting back next to Simon, forbidden to move and still very hard. "I want you to challenge Cynthia to a 100 meter race once the teachers clear out," Simon whispered into Duncan's ear. "Just let me go home," Duncan pleaded, wishing his hardon would finally subside and finish the excrutiating embarrassment he was suffering. "No way," Simon said. "You challenge her, and the loser stands on the block and makes themselves come. That's what you're swimming for." Duncan looked horrified. "No way"! "You do it, and make her agree, or we go into the junior locker and find the biggest cock -- and whoever owns it fucks you in front of everyone. Your choice." Simon said. Duncan sat for a moment, not sure which would be worse. If the juniors found out he took it up the ass, his school life would be over for good. There'd be no way he could continue with the whole school knowing he'd become a pleasure toy. But he also knew Cynthia was the best female swimmer the school had and everyone knew she was faster than Duncan. "Please refuse," Simon implored of Duncan as he took a moment to think over his options. Duncan took one look at Simon's face and he knew what the lesser of the two evils was. He got up and walked to Cynthia, doing his best to cover the huge boner stretching of the fabric of his speedos. "Hey Cynthia, care to race?" he asked, trying to sound like he was unashamed of the way his cock was sticking up above his cupped hands. "You don't look like you want a swimming race," She said. "Just asking," Duncan said as he returned to Simon and left the girls, now giggling and whispering about his boned appearance. "She didn't want to," Duncan said to Simon, with great relief in his voice. "Great," said Simon, "then let's go to the juniors locker room." Duncan looked horrified. "You can't blame me if she doesn't want to." "You have to find a way to make her want to," Simon said. Duncan rolled his eyes and got back up, returning to Cynthia and her friends. "It's okay if you don't think you can beat me," Duncan said. "I could whip you, easy," She said, rising to the bait. "You wouldn't have the guts if we were swimming for something serious." "Like what," Cynthia asked. The guys on the football team had now rounded up most of the girls and guys who had previously filed out into the locker rooms. They were now standing against the wall, just out from the pool entrance, listening to the developments. "We swim, and the winner gets on the blocks and masturbates -- all the way." Howls of laughter went up from all those gathered. Duncan turned and saw the entire school -- at least all the seniors and some juniors along for the ride. But enough to make sure, whoever did the deed on the blocks, the news would spread quickly. Simon suddenly jumped to his feet and began organizing the event. Cynthia and Duncan were each assigned a lane and within thirty seconds of the agreement being made, Simon yelled 'go' and both hit the water. It wasn't even a race -- just as Duncan predicted. The last half of the last fifty meter lap you could actually hear Duncan screaming to himself underwater in a humiliated rage. The race finished and Duncan was hauled up onto the center block and a chant went up. "Jerk, Jerk, Jerk, Jerk!" He was still hard from the viagra, and had suffered much worse humiliation over the past few weeks -- so jerking off in front of all those he'd ever met or wanted to be respected by, hardly seemed the worst ordeal -- but he was still mortifyingly embarrassed by what he now had to do. He popped his speedos under his balls and a cheer let out from all those gathered. Slowly he brought his hand to his cock and Cynthia and Simon both told him to start stroking. There he stood, most of his peers watching and every ounce of dignity leaving him as he began to work his cock up and down. He closed his eyes to make the faces surrounding him go away. "No closing your eyes! Look at everyone while you do it." Simon said. Cynthia was also loving the humiliating penalty for challenging her and losing. She was never one to be backward when it came to making someone pay and again, on this occasion, she found a further way to humiliate Duncan. She went to the microphone, still set up from where the teacher in charge of the swimming had been announcing swimmers and results. The microphone had a simple cord around it so it could be worn around the neck. It was switched on and turned up high, before being hung over Duncan's neck. Every breath or sound he made as he stroked himself closer to orgasm was amplified and now echoed around the tiled pool area. Each time a sound was made and left his lips, those gathered as one would imitate whatever sound it was -- and as Duncan got closer to his goal of orgasm, his self control over noises and breath decreased -- right until the moment, when with a low grunt and then a quiet groan, he sprayed his cum off the top of the block and let it splat onto the water below. Cheers went up and Simon grabbed the Microphone -- announcing that the incident was set up by the team, who had won Duncan in a similar bet. Simon explained to everyone that Duncan was the team toy and nothing they could think of was beyond him -- Simon stressed the word, nothing. Everyone gathered understood what was being said. They all giggled and whispered as ideas began to be thought up and passed around. Only Duncan remained looking upset -- everyone else was aware that a whole new chapter in school yard entertainment and Duncan's humiliation was about to begin.

The Boy Toys. Chapter Seven.

By Gagahman

Cynthia and Simon made a formidable team. Once Simon showed her the pictures of Duncan servicing anonymous cocks in either his mouth or ass, she knew she had an opportunity she couldn't resist. She had a proposition to make -- one where they could both make some money and have some fun at the same time -- and produce more slaves for sex and abuse. She envisaged a team of slaves, just like Duncan, and all at their command. Simon was intrigued.

Cynthia's plan was both simple and ingenious. They had total control of Duncan, so they could make him challenge other boys -- that they wanted to see brought down a peg or two, or who they'd like to see used as a toy for -- whoever wanted to rent a toy for a lunch period or an evening.

Duncan was to challenge a boy to a fight -- which would quickly be broken up by the football team who would be close by. In front of everyone, Duncan would be asked to name another way to settle the dispute -- where they could meet in private and avoid trouble with teachers or the school. A vacant area behind some old sheds at the very back of the school was chosen -- and Duncan would challenge the boy chosen to a cock fight. The boy would be threatened with losing his reputation if he didn't accept and win or lose -- they would all get a great show and -- on the occasions Duncan actually won -- they'd have a brand new toy to play with. Cynthia knew just who she wanted to start with... Sebastian Pellard. The blonde god and captain of the tennis squad. He'd dumped her publicly a few months before and she was keen to pay him back in the worst possible way.

Duncan was reluctant to be forced into such a position, but he had no choice. Seb was an easy enough target, his style or slight air of snobbish arrogance, was also commonly the cause for taunts of 'Faggot', something the tennis protg was desperate to avoid. All Duncan had to do was voice the word in front of other students and Sebastian was quick to come looking for him. Now to his face, Duncan made the same accusation -- "Sebastian Pellard was a faggot and everyone knew it." A fight broke out and on cue, those watching Duncan carry out his orders jumped in to separate the two. The argument was that a fight in the middle of the school would only end in trouble and never be allowed to draw to a natural conclusion. Another place would be needed. Duncan was quick to name the selected spot at the back of the school. "And a full on fight's going to end in someone showing signs of what happened -- we need something less obvious," Simon said. "A cock fight," Duncan proposed. The confused look on Sebastian's face made it clear the only cock fight he knew of came with feathers. "We jerk each other and the first to cum is held in place by the others so the winner can fuck him in front of everyone," Duncan said, trying to sound confident about really wanting to go through with this. Sebastian was obviously not keen to participate. "That's faggot stuff!" It was time for Simon to step in and guarantee Sebastian's commitment. "You say you're not a faggot, he says you are, this sounds like the perfect way to find out for sure which it is. If your not, being jerked off by another guy would be impossible, right?" Simon put to Sebastian in front of everyone. All eyes were on the lean, blonde tennis captain. He knew he had backed himself into a corner he couldn't get out from. "Fine," he said in a slightly softer and less convincing tone. The match was set and news of the battle swung around every noteworthy student in the school.

When Sebastian walked through the corridors that afternoon, silence broke out around him. There was a mixture of shock and anticipation -- someone was going to get publicly fucked and all knew Seb was an orgasm away from agreeing to be raped in front of the entire school.

When the final siren to end classes went off, Sebastian took a little longer than usual to pack up his bag. He slowly walked to the stairs of the classroom building and looked longingly to the gate and the street that led home. He was very close to making the choice against what he thought was a crazy thing to have agreed to -- when Simon cut off his only possible escape. "Duncan's waiting for you -- he's telling people you won't show because you're a faggot." Sebastian looked to Simon and knew his fate was sealed -- his only hope was to win this fight, hold out and make Duncan cum first. He planned to then turn his ass over to anyone who wanted it -- proving, once and for all, by his refusal to fuck another guy, that he was as straight as could be. What he hadn't counted on was the teams preparation of Duncan. Immediately after the challenge had been issued they took him to the boys locker room and made him jerk off twice in quick succession. Then, 15 minutes before the end of the final class, he'd asked for a toilet break, co-ordinated with Simon and Cynthia asking for a break from their classes, and in front of them he's been forced to jerk off again. It had taken him considerable time and effort and both Simon and Cynthia knew, getting him to blow a fourth time this afternoon would take more time than Sebastian would have.

When Sebastian arrived between the two sheds at the furthest point of the school yard, a silence fell over the nearly 80 students gathered. Only the elite from the school were present, girls and guys.

Simon quickly took center stage calling both Sebastian and Duncan to the middle of the group who were now making a circle that would keep the combatants penned in. "This is a cockfight to the end. First to cum will be held against that electricity box over there," Simon said, pointing out a large box with a slightly slopped surface that was standing at the base of a solitary power poll between the two sheds. "Whoever it is doesn't get up until their ass has made the winner of the cockfight cum." Sebastian seemed to be transfixed by the small electrical housing box that would act as a stage for someone's ultimate humiliation in just a few short moments.

"Get them out," Simon said to both Sebastian and Duncan who were now standing toe to toe. Duncan was first, hopeful his compliance might lead to him finally getting out of his slavery to the team. If he could win this, which he knew he was supposed to do, and then the others started to concentrate on Sebastian, his ordeal could be over.

Duncan's cock hung out of his pants as whispers went around the crowd commenting on both his size and the fact this battle seemed like it was really going to happen -- something many of the skeptics in the audience hadn't really considered.

"This is really stupid," Sebastian said, having realized that even his winning would entail a good deal of humiliation. He pushed through the crowd towards his bag which was now a distance away with other bags, left in a pile so their owners could get a better view. Simon barked an order and very quickly Sebastian was grabbed and hauled over to the electrical housing box and unceremoniously bent over and his pants pulled down to his ankles. "He forfeits," Simon said triumphantly. "No I don't!" Sebastian screamed. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Simon let him lie, held in place for a moment longer. Then he gave a quick signal with his head and the blonde boy, now with a tear or two forming in his eye, was grabbed and forcibly dragged back to the middle of the circle by his arms, still with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly the reason for Sebastian's last minute baulk was clear and a giggle and far louder murmur passed throughout the crowd.

Sebastian did his best to drag his pants back to his thighs once his arms were released but everyone had seen his size. He was a true blonde, making his crotch look almost hairless. He had small little balls in a fairly smooth sack that didn't really hang far at all. He was uncircumcised and the foreskin gathered tightly at its end making the end of his cock look like a beak, or the nose of the concord. The whole penis seemed to have retracted inside his body, so only the head and the smallest amount of shaft could be seen and all this stuck straight out -- without no chance for any hanging of anything.

"Everyone's seen it now -- no need hiding it," Simon said. "Besides, it's doing a pretty good job of hiding already."

The crowd burst into laughter as the fair skinned Sebastian blushed bright red. "Grab each other's cocks." Simon instructed. Sebastian and Duncan both tentatively reached forward and fingered their opponents cocks. Both boys were desperate not to be doing this, but both, for very different reasons, had no way to escape. The gathered crowd were thrilled they had almost made this impossible contest actually happen, and the ring leaders, Simon and Cynthia, looked more pleased than anyone.

With a small squirt of lube to the palm of each boy's hand, Simon stood back and watched the events unfold with the rest of the crowd. It began with fingers gently fiddling and rolling the other boys penis around. As each cock began to gain some size, a rhythmic stroking began. Sebastian was desperately trying to think of anything non sexual, but after almost a minute of defying the odds, his cock began to respond and the only thing he could think of was his failure to stop his cock getting hard -- which in turn, made it only harder. The crowd cheered, and faggot jokes came thick and fast. Duncan's cock was also close to erect, but it still had that rubbery bend halfway through the stroke.

The first wave of pleasure passed from Sebastian's cock to his thighs and toes and then up through his spine to the back of his neck. Duncan could tell he was getting to the guy and he took his spare hand and reached out and grabbed Seb's balls and slowly began to touch them adding to the poor guys pleasure.

Duncan was now hard, but a long way from orgasm. He was in total control and with each stroke he knew Sebastian was getting closer to losing total control. "Oh Jesus," The blonde athlete whispered, only loud enough for Duncan to hear, but Duncan knew what it meant. Sebastian was close. The blonde boy closed his eyes tight and tried to think of other things and Duncan could tell the orgasm that had been so close backed away for a short time.

"You can't fight it," Duncan said to Sebastian, right into his ear so only he could hear him. "Let yourself go and just enjoy it. You know you want to."

Sebastian's eyes opened, glazed and looking like a boy in shock. Duncan knew what it meant and he made his strokes more intense. He took a slightly stronger grip and began stroking at one speed the entire length of Sebastian's thin five inch cock.

"No, please," was all Sebastian said and then, as if he was chocking on something his throat closed and not a sound or a breath came forward for almost five seconds, and then he screamed. Half in pleasure, half in the realization he'd lost and would be, in a few seconds, losing his cherry in front of every person he knew or who meant anything to him socially. Cum sprayed in fine powerful squirts, six times over Duncan. The thick goo dripped off his hand and over his wrist, with dark lines forming on his shirt where the material was absorbing his vanquished victim's juice.

The crowd was laughing and cheering when the football team moved in as they had planned from well before the contest took place. Sebastian was placed unceremoniously over the wooden box where everyone could see his terror. His pants were again taken down to his ankles and his arms and legs were firmly held in place by the team. Only his head flailed and jerked around as he yelled abuse and threats about what he was going to do to anyone who carried out this deed. The words fell on deaf ears as the crowd noise managed to partially drown the terrified voice out -- and the volume of numbers allowed common sense to be ignored in favor of the thrill of the moment.

Duncan's cock was still hard and he squeezed lube onto the open puckered hole of the once impressive blonde sports captain. "Please," Sebastian begged, as Duncan places a finger into his ass to work the lube up into the hole he was about to make his own. Duncan's cock was still hard. He walked forward. Sebastian spun his head around to try and see when the torture would begin and his heart sank even further as he saw Cynthia with her eye firmly glued to the lens of a video camera. "No!" he screamed, only to be ignored. Duncan placed his cock at the entrance and inched forward. Pain shot through Sebastian, and his sphincter tightened trying to keep the large intruder out. The reflex only made the entrance tighter and more pleasurable for Duncan who was roughly punched in the middle of the back by Simon -- forcing the cock, only an inch inside the virgin hole, to slam full length so Duncan's balls squashed hard against Sebastian's. Sebastian screamed with every ounce of energy he had as the onslaught got underway for real. Full length strokes from Duncan made Sebastian feel every moment of his agony, and Duncan's pre tournament warm up regime, meant Sebastian was going to be there for a long time.

Duncan did his best to be gentle on the guy he was being forced to rape. "Do you have anything you'd like to say to those watching," Cynthia said with considerable malice. "Ughh, Ughh, Ughh," was the only sound coming from the violated boy as he looked down the lens at his ex-girlfriend with hatred.

Two minutes passed before Sebastian stopped making any sound at all and the crowd had settled down to watch the couple fuck. Only the slapping of skin could be heard as Duncan continued to build himself towards what would be a difficult orgasm.

Then, as Cynthia came closer again, she noticed something she found strange. As she zoomed in, she saw a look on Sebastian's face, only an ex girlfriend could recognize. He was experience pleasure and trying desperately not to show it. "Oh my God -- you are a faggot." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear. The look she got from Sebastian from that moment was priceless. She realized she had played a major part in breaking this blonde god who had, recently, humiliated her. Sebastian looked into the camera with deep shame -- his secret was know public. "I bet he's got a boner," Cynthia screamed from behind the camera and Simon quickly gave an order to flip the helpless jock onto his back. In a quick, skillfully carried out move, the team mates holding Sebastian had him flipped over and his legs bent back on his body so his knees were at his shoulders.

Sure enough, his cock was rock hard -- and the orgasm he had so recently had was now spilling it's final sticky discharge out of his cock, making it look like he was not just hard, but drooling hard. Sebastian closed his eyes as Duncan re-entered him. Again the fucking was smooth and gentle and before too long, Sebastian's worst fear came true. He moaned in pleasure. The moment it escaped his lips the crowd jeered him and he went silent again, but another minute on and he'd forget again and let a moan escape. Eventually he could be humiliated no more and he let his moans work in unison with Duncan's coke which was steadily massaging his prostate and sending waves of unique pleasure through him.

Over half an hour later, Duncan began to speed up and show obvious signs that the end was close. One of the players had guided Sebastian's hand to the hungry cock that stood stiff from his belly -- and after applying a small amount of lube -- Sebastian had given up all self respect and set in jerking his own cock to orgasm -- which hit a moment before Duncan's. The two boys moaned and groaned in unison as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit them both. And then Duncan slumped forward and lent his forehead on Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's hand fell from his cock and hung out limp, like the arm of a corpse at a morgue. The cheering crowd was making all the noise as the performers fought to get their breath back. The team had let go of Sebastian, but still he lay still with Duncan inside him. Finally Duncan straightened up and withdrew. A loud plop could be heard as the cock left the de-virgined hole.

Cynthia took her finger off the record button of the camera and lent across to Simon with a smile on her face. "Who's next?" she asked, with an evil glint in her eye.