Chapter Ten Destiny Approaching
Troy couldn't believe all that had just happened. He was tied to a tree with his ankles cuffed holding his legs behind the tree. Tommy had just twisted his dick and made him shoot off in front of two kids from Tommy and Pete's class in school. It was like he was the star attraction in a performance he didn't want to be a part of.
They looked at the dripping cock. The two boys were tremendously impressed. One of them reached out and touched it, jumping back when it bobbed, still dripping cum.
"Will it keep dripping long?"
"Naw" said Tommy, "you can just reach up and squeeze the rest out, like this."
Troy twisted and groaned as Tommy squeeze the shaft like it was a really big tube of toothpaste. "Always squeeze from the middle" he said as if he were an authority on these things.
"Can we squeeze it too?"
"Sure, help yourself. Right, Troy?"
In that moment power passed from Troy to Tommy. Troy no longer was in charge of anything, and the Frankenstein he had created was in charge of him now.
The two boys tried squeezing it and then when no more cum seemed to be around, they tried pulling on it.
"Ow!" Troy said, twisting. "Go easy, man. That can hurt."
"It's OK" Tommy reassured them. "He won't do anything to you. Have fun with it."
Troy was desperate. The Grove Hill gang would probably be coming back at any moment.
"Just get me loose. I'll do anything you want, but I've got to get loose before they come back."
"Tommy, what stuff can you make him do?"
"I can make him lick my butt. Want to see?"
They glowed. "Yes. Can he lick ours too?"
"Sure. Kneel down, Troy." With that he reached out and grabbed Troy's balls, pulling them down and Troy with them. With his ankles cuffed behind the tree, his legs were spread even more when he knelt. He complained about the tree scratching his back and butt. They didn't know it, but his butt was already red and sore from being beat by the gang before he was tied up.
"He sure has big balls" one of them said, watching Troy's descent and Tommy removing his hand and releasing his balls.
"Yes but right now let's let him clean our butts for us."
Pulling his pants down, he pushed his smooth round butt up against Troy's face. Troy snorted.
"The longer you take to get started, the longer it'll take for us to release you and the more chance you'll be here when the gang comes."
Reluctantly Troy began licking the round orbs. Once he got started, it wasn't neatly as bad as he was afraid it would be. In fact he began to get off on it a little bit. At least there was no hair, no pimples, none of the stuff that would be there in a couple of years when adolescence set in.
Tommy's two friends watched in wonder, and then pulled down their pants too, and shoved their butts up beside Tommy's. But as Troy started in on them, he suddenly said "One of these guys needs a bath."
"Well that's what you're here for" Tommy said. He was learning quick what it meant to be in command.
Troy thought that was repulsive. The kid with the stinky butt looked back at him and grinned.
"Clean it good, big balls."
He then shoved it even more in his face. Troy gagged. Nasty kid. He'd settle with him after all this was over. He wondered what had happened to Pete. He should have been back with some clothes by now.
Troy was just finishing up on their butts when Pete did indeed appear. He had the camera, the clothes, and some other stuff. Troy was still kneeling exhausted, and couldn't see what all he had.
"We need to take some pictures before we let him loose" Tommy told Pete.
"It looks like he's already shot. Ether that or he's got a red long hanging dick with stuff stuck all over it."
"Right" Tommy admitted, "he shot. But we can work him off again. It won't take long."
"Won't take long?" Troy couldn't believe this. "Won't take -- ? LISTEN! Those thugs are going to come back any minute. I've got to get out of here."
Tommy walked up to him. "Stand up. Do it now. I'll start in on your dick and Pete can decide which pictures to take. We want one of you kissing their butts, and one with you and your dick stiff and hard. And we need one more to really get you."
Someone was coming up. "What's all this?" It was Ricky Semmes. He was 16 and was rumored to have the biggest dick in school. Tall and gangly, with hair that always needed cutting and wisps of hair along his jaw line that foretold an early beard, girls thought he was handsome.
Thinking quickly, Tommy asked `You want a blow job?"
"No!" Troy said. "You little pervert, I'll bust your ass when I get loose."
Tommy just smiled. "Actually, Troy, I think from here on out you'll be doing whatever I say."
Ricky looked unsure. "A blow job sounds great. But who is this guy?"
Pete spoke up. "He's Troy Raider. He's my big brother and Josh's. You know Josh, right?"
Ricky looked puzzled. "You mean the guy who's always up a bone? Yeah, then I guess I do. Sometimes in the bathroom you can't get near the urinals for Josh and his bone. So this dude is Josh's brother?"
"Right. And I'm going to take pictures. I'll do it so your face doesn't show."
"Hell I don't care about that. When you see what I've got in my pants, you may want to take some pictures of it by itself."
Troy was still kneeling. Ricky walked over and unzipped. "Have a gander, dude." It was long. Not thick, but really, really long. Guys at school claimed that when Ricky had to take a crap, he had to hold his dick out of the water.
If they took pictures of him sucking off a 16 year old, his fraternity brothers would kick him out and get everybody else to laugh at him. He wasn't used to sucking, but he kept wondering if there was any room for compromise. And most of all he hated having to beg to a 10 year old to get out of it.
"Please guys. Tommy, don't make me do this."
Tommy looked at him with level eyes, showing no emotion. "The longer you beg, the closer it comes to when those guys come back."
Ricky was beginning to enjoy this. "Open up, dude" he said, swinging the long rope of a dick in front of him. "Let's show them what a good cock sucker you are, and what a winner my dick is." He patted Troy on the cheek. "Open up."
Troy gritted his teeth and shook his head from side to side. He also groaned his anger.
Ricky was ready for the occasion. Continuing to pat his cheek, he said in a mocking motherly tone, "Open your mouth and close your eyes, and I'll give you a big surprise."
That's when Pete spoke up. "I've got his butt plug."
"What?" They all turned and looked amazed.
"When I was in his room looking for spare clothes, I saw that butt plug the varsity made him wear back when he was being initiated. So I figured I'd bring it too as an incentive for him to cooperate."
Troy began to look wild-eyed. "No! Not that! Please guys, don't do this. I need to get away. You don't know what'll happen if those guys come back."
Tommy said "Then it's best that you start sucking." He turned the camera back to Pete so he could get to see every detail of this. He had plans to duplicate it later and he wanted to see how it was done.
"Yeah, dude, open up" Ricky said. Troy knew that there wasn't going to be any way out. His mouth still tasted filthy from licking those butts, so he figured this couldn't be any worse.
Actually it wasn't all that bad, just different. Like an extra long slender sausage, it slipped into his mouth and worked its way toward his throat. He slurped at it, using his tongue and sucking for all he was worth, while the camera clicked away. It started to grow, then thicken, then get rigid. It poked against the side of his cheek, then it tried to get down his throat again. Ricky was really thrusting now, working up a sweat, talking to himself or Troy or both.
"Get that thing. Suck it good, suck it like you want it forever. Keep that sucking going. God it's good. That's a great mouth. Suck it you jerk. Look at that bone of yours, it's hard as hell just from sucking me. Wait till my hot cum gets down in your stomach."
The four ten year olds had never heard anybody talk that way. It excited them. They watched eagerly. Ricky's trousers hid part of the operation, but they could see his bone going in and out of Troy's mouth, and they could see Troy sweating and bug eyed as he tried to cope with the onslaught.
With Pete snapping pictures, Ricky got ready to shoot. At the last moment he pulled his dick out and shot all over Troy's face. Pete made sure to get good pictures of that. It took them a minute to get over the emotion of what had just gone on. Troy's dick stayed hard. Tommy pulled on it. Troy winced and his dick bobbed.
"Still ready for action, right?" Tommy looked at it as he spoke.
Ricky had been looking more carefully at how Troy was tied. "You guys have more problems than you know."
"How's that?"
"You can cut his ropes, but his ankles are handcuffed behind the tree. You can't cut down the tree, and I don't see any metal cutters here."
Troy glared at his younger brother. "Pete, you didn't bring anything to cut the cuffs? You take time to find my butt plug but you don't bring any cutters?" He was so mad it looked like he was about to explode.
Ricky dusted his hands and grinned. "It looks like you dudes have a problem. But I can give you the solution...for the right price."
"What's that?"
"My dad has a locksmith business. Right now my brothers are at home and I can call them on my cell phone and get a master cuff key over here right away. One twist and he's free."
Troy smelled a rat. "What's the price?"
"These guys agree for me to take you home for the evening. I'll let you go at first light tomorrow morning. But until then, dude, I can do with you whatever I want."
"No! No way!"
"OK then, I'll leave you here for the gang that you say is coming back." Turning away, he started back on the path.
"No, wait!"
Ricky looked back, and then produced his cell. They could hear the conversation. At the end, he asked "Does Larry have that tattoo kit handy? Great! I've got somebody to practice on." He turned off the cell and looked pleased.
"You guys can have him back by the time you get up. Carry his clothes on back with you. You can give them back to him when you get up; he'll be hiding in the bushes outside your house. And keep in mind you can make him agree to anything because he'll sure not want anybody to see him naked after I finish. And a naked run home is the perfect way to start any day."
"What's that about a tattoo?" Troy asked.
"Well dude, one of my brothers bought a tattoo kit off the internet. We've been wanting to practice on somebody, so I figured I'll just put a tattoo on your dick. I think it'll give it a touch of class."
"No! Please." Troy was desperate again. This was turning into the worst evening of his life.
"Oh it'll be a little one. We don't have anything like Novocain to kill the pain, and I don't think you could take a needle on your dick for too long. Doing the head would drive you nuts, but maybe right behind the head. Maybe initials or something." Turning to the younger ones he asked, "You guys got any suggestions?"
"How about it saying `dork'?" Tommy asked. The others laughed. Turning to each other they said "A dick that says dork. Cool."
"We'll see. Right, Troy?" Then as they waited, Ricky suggested "Anybody want to play with his stuff until my brother gets here? It'll be your last chance before the tattoo. And for about a week or so afterward he wouldn't be able to stand anybody playing with it. So this might be your very last chance for a while."
"Yeah, I'll work on the dork dick for a while" Tommy said laughing. His fingers couldn't get enough of that bone. "You pull on the head and it goes right up."
Ricky smiled. "My brother told me that back in the third grade there was this guy that if you pulled on his dick head it'd do the same thing, even though he was so young. Guys used to make money off charging the others to let them watch or play with it."
Damn' Troy thought. That story just will not die.'
Tommy kept playing with it. "Maybe with tattoos on it we could charge too."
Ricky's brother Larry showed up with the key. As he was releasing Troy, he asked "This the guy you want to try the kit out on?"
"Yep, right on his dick."
"Looks like you've got a good target. Cuff his hands now, I've brought a collar and leash, and we can lead him home."
Tommy was exstatic. "A parade! Just like Troy promised!"
Troy glared at him. "Obviously this wasn't what I intended."
While Troy was being led away on a leash with his bone bobbing out in front of him, over at the bonfire things were breaking up. What had been a fire reaching almost to the sky was now mostly red ashes and cinders. The crowds were departing, leaving behind the marks of their civilization: gum wrappers, empty soda cans, the occasional cigarette, and that scarce but celebrated prize, a discarded condom, a rubber with its crowning glory stickily visible on the ground.
Josh saw Matt leaving and went over to him.
"Did they get you pretty bad today?"
"Kind of. But it's OK. In some ways it was kind of fun."
"Maybe once we get past the big game, we can get together. You want to spend the night on Saturday with me again?"
Matt was thrilled. "Sure. And by the way, I want to ask you something. That day at the creek, you got off on me pushing my finger up your butt. But today I hated it when those guys did the same thing to me. They kept sticking their finger up there. Is that normal for me to feel that way?"
"I don't know, Matt. But I do know some people like it up the butt and some people don't. For instance, do think you'd like sucking me or would you prefer getting sucked?"
Matt was always so sincere. "I'd like anything with you, Josh."
"Then we'll see what works. Until Saturday night, then."
It was Friday morning, the day of the big game against Grove Hill. At sunup, Pete and Tommy crept downstairs, bringing Troy's clothes with them. They unlocked the front door and slipped outside. As they went down the front steps, Troy called to them from the bushes nearby.
He stood up as they reached him. He looked terrible. Where they had put the collar last night, rough red marks were visible.
"Where's the tattoo?" Tommy asked.
Troy pointed down. His dick looked terrible. It had marks on it, red places and scabs. But even through the blood and scabs, it did say "dork" in small block letters.
As he got into his clothes, he complained "They didn't really know what they were doing. They didn't have anything for the pain, and they thought that was funny. They kept playing around while they were trying to tattoo it, pulling on it, getting it hard, and then having to wait and dry the blood spots off. It took hours to do it. They'd gripe that it was either too soft to tattoo on or too hard. After they started, then anything they did to it was painful. So it was either the needle giving me pain or their damn hands jerking me."
Pete was sorry for his brother, but Tommy was impressed. "I wish I could have seen it; it must have been awesome" he said.
Troy glared. "I think I may get back in my car and drive by the emergency room and get them to take a look at it. I sure don't want any infection from bad needles."
"That'll be embarrassing to have to show it to a nurse" Pete said.
"What'll be worse is after it heals I will probably need to see a plastic surgeon to get it removed."
"I'll just act surprised when you get here later" Pete said.
As Troy limped down the street to his car, Tommy said to Pete "I wish I could have been there. Man that would have been great."
Pete just shook his head.
The school conducted classes that day, but nobody had their mind on books. The noise level was up, disciplinary reports were filed and students sent to the office when things got too bad, but nobody was thinking about anything but the big game.
In fourth period class, Mr. Guthrie relaxed and let the students visit and work on any projects, as long as they were quiet. This gave Zack his chance to talk again to Josh.
"Hey, remember how I asked you about the longest time you've ever gone without jacking off?"
Josh seemed uneasy. "Yeah, I remember."
"You said you only jacked off weekends during last year's football season."
"Why are you asking about stuff like that?"
"I want to show you something when the lunch bell rings."
"You want me to watch you jack off?"
"No. I want to show you why I can't jack off. You'll have to go to the boys' bathroom with me and come into one of the stalls."
"Zack, I'm not going into a stall with you. Is this another of your tricks?"
Zack looked desperate. "It's something I can't tell anybody about. Just let me show you what they did to me."
"They?"
"The varsity. That's why I had that paper for you to sign, and why I gave you the video disc of us. Just come and see."
Josh didn't entirely trust Zack, but he had feelings for him. It made this a hard situation and he felt like whatever he decided it would turn out badly. But something deep inside stirred, and Josh agreed.
When the bell rang Josh followed Zack out into the whirling mob that was always the hallway between classes: people flocking in all directions, books being dropped and locker doors being slammed. The noise level was always so high it was hard to hear what anyone was saying.
They waited outside the bathroom until the crowd thinned and the place had a chance to empty out. It was still busy inside, but Josh and Zack managed to find a vacant stall midway down the way. Zack stepped in first. Josh waited, appearing to be someone in line for the same stall. When he was sure no one was looking, he pushed open the door and came in. Locking it behind him, he focused on Zack who was dropping his pants.
Josh gasped. He saw the cock cage, but more than that he saw Zack as he would have been as a little boy, completely hairless. The effect of the shaving was to make his dick and balls appear bigger, almost massive as they hung there.
"You're so smooth."
"Touch it. It's weird."
Hesitantly Josh put out his hand. He knew this would be a mistake, but he couldn't help himself. He always wondered what it would feel like to touch someone freshly shaved down there.
"You're right, it does feel weird." He went bone hard as he felt Zack.
Zack saw the effect it was having. He hurried on with his situation: "They won't let me touch my dick. I have to sit down on the pot to pee. It's like being a girl. And they take the cage off to clean me, but I can't beat off. Not only do I have to earn the right, but even then they won't let me do it to myself. Only a guy across the street can do it for me."
"Who?"
Josh knew his dick was dripping. He saw Zack's dick had tried to swell, but the cage kept it from getting hard.
"Enzo, he's the guy across the street."
"No, I mean who did this to you?"
"Like I told you in class, it's the varsity. It's because of what I tried to do to you. They caged me and gave me to Enzo. Josh, I'm about to go crazy wanting to beat off. Enzo makes me blow him, and he says if I try hard enough when I'm blowing him, I can shoot off without touching myself. Well I can tell you it doesn't work that way."
They were talking quietly, afraid of being overheard. Zack hurried on with his plea, "Josh, how did you go so long last year without beating off? Didn't you go crazy?"
Josh wasn't prepared for this and didn't know what to say. Thinking quickly, since he knew they had to get out of the stall before someone found them together, he said "I guess the difference is that when I couldn't go any longer without doing it, I just went ahead and did it. To hell wit the consequences was my philosophy. But you don't have that option."
"Josh what can I do?"
Josh actually had no idea. He dick was so hard it was about to kill him. He would have given anything to have taken Zack away by himself, removed the cage and given him the best hand job of his life. In face he would have been happy to blow him, if circumstances were right. He knew he shouldn't have those thoughts.
"I have to go, Zack. Sorry."
Josh hurried out of the stall, and hoped Zack would wait a minute before coming out. He needed to pee badly, but he was afraid there'd be more comments if he used the urinals. He knew he could go to the dressing room and use one there.
That should have been accomplished quickly, except that Sam and Ted, the two huge linebackers, saw him before he could get to that bathroom.
"Hey Sam, our buddy's got a real hard on."
"Yeah, where are you going, Josh?"
Each laid a hand on his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Ok, we'll keep you company."
"You don't have to."
"We know that. We do it because we like you. We like to see what our little buddy is doing with himself."
"Yeah" Sam spoke up, "like whether you're obeying the no underwear rule."
Josh frowned at him. "You know I am, man. Why would you say that? My dick's about to bust out now."
"OK, but prove it. Drop them."
"Drop them? Here in the hall?"
"Are you shy? Nobody but the athletes come this way. Drop them."
They were holding his shoulder so he couldn't have run anywhere even if he wanted to. Reluctantly he dropped his pants and raised his arms high which was called `reaching for the sky' -- the required proof from the team if you were asked about the no underwear. They both fell out laughing at Josh's rigid bone, thrusting out and up to where precum, dripped from the head.
"That's what we like about you, little buddy. You're just so damn much fun." Ted slapped him on the back, which made his dick bob up and down, spewing the precum.
"Hey keep that stuff to yourself. Don't drip it all over us" Sam said.
Laughing they went away down the hall, leaving Josh to pull his pants up and run into the bathroom.
Enzo was waiting when Zack came in after school. Zack noticed he had a small dish of ice cubes on the table beside the cuffs and clothes which were waiting for him.
"Ice cubes?"
"In case you get too excited. You know, you've built up a big load in those balls. I don't want you firing off while I'm cleaning your cock, right?"
"I guess. But I'd sure like to lose my load soon. Man, the pressure is awful. It gets so sometimes all I can think about is getting off. I mean I try to think up new ways of jacking, stuff like that. Anything to do with my meat turns me on."
"All in good time. Go head and strip so I can put the cuffs on. Then stand here between my legs, and keep your back straight."
When all was ready, Enzo took Zack's dick in his hand. He didn't start by pushing back the foreskin like he usually did. He began a slow massage.
"This feel good?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Gets the blood flowing, right?"
Zack felt himself getting aroused for the first time since the cage was put on. He unconsciously stretched as he began to get into the wonderful feeling that had been denied him by the cage. He gave a deep sigh and twisted his neck as the feeling got into his whole system.
His whole system...not just his dick and balls, but everywhere. Mainly though still it was his dick, his bone, now beginning to stretch itself out and rise. He enjoyed again that feeling of his bone going up, straining, lengthening, feeling the power and force that was within it. He was on the rise, and the feeling was as great as a surfer mounting the big wave that would carry him forward. He couldn't believe how good this felt.
Enzo smiled as he gently ran his fingers around the head and slowly up and down the bone. Sometimes using only a single finger, he could go from the balls to the tip of the head and slowly swirl around there, while Zack gasp and strained. He wanted to bring Zack to the edge, see him struggle to shoot, and then stop just before he could.
As Zack began the approach to that moment, Enzo stopped. Zack's dick quivered, Zack's eyes which had been closed in anticipation flew open, and he gasped. He looked at Enzo, and in that moment his whole agony was written on his face. Enzo nodded. This was what he wanted, to see not just Zack's body naked and open, but his mind and soul open as well. He wanted to see Zack's expression when it finally dawned on Zack that he owned him, that Zack had no life apart from him, that any pleasure he got he owed to Enzo.
"Did that feel good, Zack?"
"Damn straight."
"Good. We'll do that again some time."
"You're stopping?" He sounded incredulous.
"Certainly. I call that an incentive, something to make you work harder to finish your run in record time. You don't get the right to have that dick fire its load until you reach your running goal."
He reached over for the bowl of ice cubes. "Let's bring that sucker down for now so I can put your cage back on and you can rush out there and set a record. Right?"
Zack reluctantly felt the cold ice, saw his bone shrink, and watched as the cage was put back on. He wondered if this would ever end, and if it did, how.
Once Enzo uncuffed him and pulled on his little running shorts and tight t-shirt, Zack set out, determined to make better time on today's run.
In fact, he would have bettered his record if the two guys who always seemed to wait for him hadn't slowed him down.
"I got to keep going" he said.
Running beside him, one of them said "We can get you out of your cage. Would you like that?"
"How?"
"There's a locksmith that lives not too far from here. We know a couple of his sons. They can get master keys from their dad and we can take that cage off and let you get some relief."
Zack slowed and began running in place as he considered it. "Naw, I'd get found out. Even if we got it back on exactly right, they'd know. Somehow they'd know."
"Well if you're supposed to be shaved down there, you'll need to have help shaving some parts. We could do it at night, shave you and let you get some relief all at the same time."
Enzo was tempted to take them up on the offer, particularly in light of the way Enzo had tortured him with the promise of shooting off today. But cold reason argued against it. "I better think about it," he told them. "I'm in enough trouble as it is."
He started running again, and one of them said "We'll talk to Ricky."
Back at Troy's home he was considering his options. He could notify the police, but that would get into the papers. Since he was 19, his parents might get involved. Plus if he did anything, the fraternity would hear about it. Fortunately they hadn't shaved him, so he hoped his pubic hairs would hide most of the damage until his dick healed.
Then he realized that he was covered by his parents' health insurance. The bill from the hospital would go to the insurer, and they would notify his parents that they had paid a hospital emergency room bill for their son. Well, those things usually took about four weeks, so he could worry about that later. Maybe by then he could think of a good explanation.
It was only after that that he began to think about revenge. He wanted to get Ricky Semmes and his brothers in the worst way. He knew right now that parts of his body were too sore for him to get involved in any fight or scuffle. But once things were healed, he would get some of his friends here or fraternity brothers from college and come back and make sure those guys learned a lesson they would never forget.
He heard Josh come in downstairs, and remembered his mom had said Josh would have to eat a light meal by 4:30, and then head over to the game. The rest of them would eat at 6 and go to the game from here. He thought he might pass on the game, pretending to not feel well. After last night's experience at the bonfire, he decided some people had forgotten too quickly who their friends were. He was too bitter to be around them right now.
Josh poked his head in the door. "Hi. Mom said you didn't feel good."
"Yeah. Come on in, Josh." Josh came over by the bed, and Troy propped himself up on one elbow.
"I've been thinking about stuff while I was away, and I wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I've sort of picked on you some." He knew he didn't really mean it, but last night's event had shaken him. He didn't want to burn too many bridges. On the other hand, he didn't want to give up on all the fun he'd been having with Josh and others.
"That's OK" Josh said. Troy knew Josh had always been a sucker for an apology. But Josh continued," I wanted to ask you about something. Like say if somebody did something bad to me, sort of betrayed a friendship, should I forgive him?"
"How bad a thing?"
"Pretty bad. But he says he's sorry now."
"Revenge, Josh." Last night was filling Troy's mind. "Get even. Do whatever it takes."
"But I feel sorry for this guy. He did some pretty bad stuff to me, but some other guys paid him back for it. They got him good. I'm wondering what I should do. I think I should forgive him and go to the guys who got him and get them to take it back. Get them to set things right again."
Troy's face darkened in anger. "Are you gay?"
"Why are you saying that? What's that got to do with anything? But I'm not gay." He realized he had been going around having to say that a lot lately.
"Because that sounds really gay. `I'm going to forgive a guy just because he's sorry.' That's sick, Josh. You better not be gay."
"I already told you I'm not. I better go eat now. Coach wants us over there by six, and he said don't eat later than 4:30."
Troy looked at him suspiciously. "Come closer. You're boned, aren't you? You stop by and chat and you get boned up right away. That's gay, Josh."
"No I'm not."
"Don't lie to me. Don't tell me you're not boned. Don't tell me that stick of yours I used to grab when I woke you up each morning isn't rock hard right now. Drop those pants and grab the sky" he said, reaching forward.
"I don't have to do that for you. I only have to do it for the team if they say so."
"You want me to get up from here and do it myself?"
Almost automatically, Josh dropped his pants and reached high in the air. His bone snapped up to his stomach.
Troy grinned, the old evil coming back in him. "Just stand like that, Josh. Don't move." He reached out his hand slowly. It turned him on to see Josh standing like that, pants at ankles, shirt rising up when he raised his arms, and that hard bone of his, rigid and moist, just begging to be touched. That bone, so inexperienced, so ready to be jacked. He could envision playing with it for hours, driving Josh crazy, emptying his balls over and over.
"Getting boned in our family is all genetics. I used to do it too. I'm sure Pete will start getting the same reaction when he hits puberty. But Josh it's guys who get you boned. It's not girls or sex or whatever. It's guys. I could put any guy in the world next to you, to talk to you, to be right next to you, and you'd be hard as hell in a second."
Troy's fingers touched the head of Josh's bone. Josh trembled as if he had gotten a shock. He was shaking his head `No' to Troy's question, but a sigh came out as the fingers began a slow swirl. He hated that the fingers could always do that to him, could work a magic that made him almost powerless.
He gasped and tried to talk, but it was hard to keep his voice steady as the fingers kept up their massage. It was all so gentle, so light, and yet so completely powerful. When those fingers were at work, it was hard to resist, hard to say no to anything.
"Troy...I guess...um I guess...I need to..." he broke off at that point, because inside he was screaming `Don't stop! Oh God Troy that turns me on so bad I don't know what to do. Do it to me, Troy! Whatever it is, keep it up and do everything that comes with it!'
Troy sensed the inner turbulence. This is what he loved, the sense of power, the feeling of total control. He let the fingers do more, faster, urgently. At first he thought he would just work Josh up and leave him hanging, having to go to supper and play in tonight's game without having a chance to shoot off, without a release from his overcharged balls.
But he now had a better plan. He watched Josh's face. It was a picture of yearning, of being so horned there seemed no way out, of not knowing what would come next but not wanting it to stop. He could feel the throb in the head. He wished he could grab the bone and pound it until Josh shot off screaming, but he decided to wait until later for that moment. Later he would get Josh sitting in his lap and he would reach around him and jerk that meat until it felt like he was pulling the bone out by the roots.
But for now he continued the fingers, speeded them up, and as Josh's bone throbbed, Troy gave the head a twist and Josh shot off all over the place.
When it was over the two brothers looked at each other. Troy's face was unreadable, deliberately so.
In a dead pan voice he said, "Pull up your pants, Josh. Mom's waiting supper on you."
End of Chapter 10.
(Chapter 11 will take up with the Grove Hill game. Thanks everybody for your support, particularly Cy, Art, Caleb, Jonathan. Scott W. and others I've written to. You all are a big help.)