Chapter Fourteen - The Great Awakening
Awakening in the hospital room after the procedure to remove the tattoo on his dick, Troy was beside himself when he saw the results.
"My dick is huge! My balls look like elephant balls! I don't think I'll even be able to walk. I know I'm not going to be able to put my trousers on!"
Dr. Peters put a reassuring hand on his arm. "I'll give you something to quiet you. But let me assure you the swelling will go down. You'll urinate a lot and that will help most of it to pass off. What it's doing is dissolving the dye in the tattoo. The reason your balls swelled can only be because someone has worked on them in the last 48 hours. You said someone masturbated you, and you claimed that was all. But every boy undergoing this procedure who had his balls severely played with has had this reaction."
By this time Jerry had a broad grin on his face. This was even better than he had hoped for.
Troy struggled to put words into focus. "Last night when they did the tattoo, they kept messing with my balls. They thought it was funny. They'd pull on them while one of them was using the tattoo needle. I didn't dare move. Then they wound a cord around my balls, pulling them down and making like a belt to hold them really far down. So then when they were yanking on my cock to make it harder for the needle, my balls would want to pull up but they couldn't. It was like I wanted to shoot and couldn't shoot, all at the same time. It was like my cum was locked down there somewhere but screaming to get out."
"That kind of repression can cause real sexual problems...sometimes urinary problems too." The doctor was trying to be sympathetic.
"Afterward it all hurt so bad I couldn't even masturbate to get some relief. The whole experience was something I would like to forget."
Jerry smiled. This was the way he wanted Troy: embarrassed, scared, worried, and knowing that anytime he wanted he could tell his fraternity brothers and they could tell everybody else on campus what Troy had been through. He knew he wouldn't let Troy ever forget about it or live it down. And he thought of some other things he could do as well. He began to bone up as his mind raced through great possibilities.
Dr. Peters saw Jerry's smile and turned to him. He knew that there were times when Jerry was more of a problem than a help.
"You'll need to either stay here with him until this afternoon, or take him home with you, Jerry."
"Why?" Jerry wanted to be able to use Troy, but he didn't want to be a damned nursemaid to a guy's needs to piss and stuff.
"Two reasons. First, he needs someone to watch him and make sure he doesn't have any bad effects from the swelling in his genitals. That will include helping him get to the bathroom when he needs to urinate. You know from past experience that the procedure produces a lot of urine. Anytime he moves, you've got to be very careful of his balls. Any bruising as they flop around could leave permanent discoloration."
"Like blue balls?" Jerry asked with a grin.
Dr. Peters gave him a livid look. "Secondly the fact that you were playing around with him before the procedure started may well be responsible for some of these bad side effects. You need to pay for the consequences of your actions."
Jerry dropped his gaze and hung his head. He was completely dependent on Dr. Peters for his college education, his fraternity bills, and his room and lodging. He nodded in agreement.
The doctor was satisfied. "Then I guess I'm through here. If you have any problems later, have the nurse give me a call." As he turned to go, his hand slid across Jerry's ample butt, grabbing at his thick firm cheeks. Then pausing directly behind him, he slid a finger into Jerry's crack. The material prevented it from getting anywhere, but Jerry knew what he meant. Turning to the doctor, Jerry said "Yes, I'll certainly be by later, after we finish here."
Troy, immersed in his own woes, didn't notice any of that, but he did see a strange look on Jerry's face as the doctor left.
"What time is it now, Jerry?"
"Almost noon. Do you need to use a urine bottle? Your dick looks like it wants something...like maybe it wants to loose 20 pounds." Jerry cracked up laughing at his own joke.
Troy was angry, but since he depended on Jerry now for things, he didn't answer, just nodded and then said "Yes, I do need to piss."
Jerry brought the bottle over, and Troy pushed his gown aside. Immediately there was a problem.
"It won't fit in the bottle. It's too swollen."
Jerry nodded.
"What can we do?"
"We? There's no `we'. Me, I can piss any time I want to. You're the one with the problem."
"Please Jerry, come on. Is there a bed pan I can pee in?"
"Yeah. But I'd have to go look for it."
"Could you do that?"
"If you'd make it worth my while."
Troy felt confused. He was sorry he had ever gotten himself into this mess. "What do you mean?"
"When I bring it, I'll have to hold your dick since it's so swollen now. I don't like holding a guy's dick. Not only that, but it's usual after these procedures for a dick to be so sensitive you feel like you're going to shoot off even though it's limp. I don't want you moaning all over me. So to make it worth my while, let me ask this: Have you ever sucked a guy?"
"I'm not gay."
"That's not an answer, and I'm sure you're probably lying. But I'll let that go for now. Since you're going to have to depend on me for stuff, not just right now but back at college until your procedure pisses itself away, I think you should want to make me happy. Right?"
Troy could picture how this would go. He'd do what Jerry wanted but then back at school Jerry would brag about how Troy blew him, and maybe even make him suck other guys.
"Please Jerry. Don't make me do that. Please help me."
"You mean `Please Jerry let me suck you', is that right?"
"Jerry I need to piss bad. I'm having trouble holding it in."
"Then I'd suggest you start sucking" Jerry said, unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. He then reached into his white hospital jacket and pulled out his cell camera. Pointing it down where his face didn't show, he photographed Troy's enormous dick and swollen balls, plus his own penis hanging down.
Troy saw none of this. He was looking at that hard dick. He realized Jerry was a fast action guy because his dick was hard before he finished pulling it out. Fortunately, it wasn't too big or too long. It had a nice head and a piss slip that looked like a pout. He hadn't ever seen one with a pout like that before...not that he had seen that many, he reminded himself. Red headed guys all seemed to have freckles on their dicks. Now what made him think of that?
Stalling for time, Troy said "My mouth is dry from the procedure. Could you give me a glass of water first?"
"You say you have to piss, and now you want water. I don't think so. No more water until you've had your piss, and no piss until you suck me good. I'll have plenty of precum to wash around in your mouth, and when I shoot my load I don't think you'll still be thirsty. Now get started."
Actually it wasn't too bad of a dick, Troy decided. Since it wasn't too long and Jerry would have to lean over the bed to let him suck it, he wouldn't have to take it all the way down to his throat. And if he worked really feverishly with his tongue, maybe he could get him off soon. He opened his mouth.
Jerry made sure he got more than the tip in his mouth. He took another picture which featured Troy's lips wrapped warmly around the first third of his bone. To add to his own enjoyment, as well as proof he was the one in charge, he kept saying things like "Get that head good, man." "Suck deep." "That's it, put your lips around it." "Act like you're happy. Let it go on in." "Let it lie on your tongue and then start sucking. If you want to ever get to piss in a bedpan, you better get started blowing me, because I don't shoot quick. I bet I could take an hour of sucking and not shoot."
Troy realized Jerry had an exaggerated opinion of himself, and he figured that would give him an advantage in keeping Jerry from going wild. From the flow of precum filling his mouth, Jerry wasn't going to last long. Jerry began moaning and Troy picked up his tongue action. He sucked in the sides of his mouth as Jerry slid his bone in and out. At times he paused, letting his bone slide all the way out. It made a great popping sound when that happened. Jerry liked prolonging blow jobs that way, but he knew he couldn't last long. But now he was pumping in earnest and Troy knew the climax was near.
Despite the awkwardness of Troy having to lean over to the side to reach it and Jerry holding on to the headboard to keep his balance, when Jerry fired he gave Troy a mouthful. The head itself, swollen in orgasm, felt like it was the size of a lemon in Troy's mouth. Those pouting piss lips were regurgitating a river of cum when Jerry's five blast rocket shots finally ceased.
Both boys were exhausted. It took a while to get their breath. Then Tory asked, "Now may I piss?"
Jerry had sweat on his brow. "You forgot the magic word."
"Please may I piss now?" It was getting dangerously close to the end of his ability to hold the piss in.
"The magic word is `sir'."
"Sir may I please...oh Jerry it's about to start flowing. I can't hold it. Come on, man, have a heart. I'm serious."
Jerry quickly grabbed a bed pan which actually had been right under the bed the whole time, and helped slide it between Troy's legs. It was difficult because his balls were so large now they didn't want to give him any room. They were so tender he had to be careful.
He lifted Troy's dick. It was like a gigantic limp hot dog. There was no muscle strength. It flopped like a hose, but a big one. Troy moaned. It was not a moan of pain.
"That feels...so...fuckin'...good." It was as much a pant as it was a sigh.
"Just piss and quit all that porn talk. I don't need that. I'm not into guys."
"No you just like guys to suck you off."
"Piss, damn it." Jerry was getting mad. It wasn't just having to help Troy pee that made him irritable, but he was getting a zing from holding this monster dick. He could imagine bouncing it on his hands, pulling it like a hose, squeezing it like wringing out a wet towel.
He got mad at himself for those thoughts. "Go ahead, Troy."
"You keep moving your fingers on it. Stay still and I'll pee. Just give me a minute."
Both boys looked at this bloated thing with the enormous head. Jerry touched it again as he held it. He couldn't resist. It was so flabby you could push in and the flesh would pause a moment and then pop back up. Troy kept making those sexual sounds that got on Jerry's nerves.
Finally Troy got to pee. Once it started it seemed like it would never stop.
"How can I be peeing so much? I didn't drink any water before I went to bed last night."
"Dr. Peters gave you an I.V. drip during the procedure. Now let me move that bed pan. Can you hold your balls out of the way while I do?"
Jerry was determined to make Troy pay for causing him to do all this menial work. He was a college jock, this was beneath him. He emptied the bedpan in the toilet, flushed, and came back. Coming right up beside where Troy lay in the bed, he reached down and took hold of his dick.
"Now what are we going to do about this thing?"
Once again Troy gasp. "Ohhh. Careful. It's so sensitive."
"Right. And do you know what's really fun about that?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued "You can't shoot off right now. It couldn't get out of your swollen balls, and your dick doesn't have the muscle strength to get hard enough to actually shoot off. So I thought I'd sit here with you and just play with it for a while. You'll crave shooting off, but it can't physically happen. You'll just be like a dog in heat. The procedure made your blood vessels down there hypersensitive, so you'll feel every sensation at twice the intensity. It'll affect your dick, your balls, and even your ass."
Jerry grinned, his fingers playing with the dick. He was loving this. "Talk to me, Troy. Tell me what's going on now. Give me the juicy details."
Troy groaned again. The feeling was so intense. He had never felt this sexually sensitive, this turned on. But there was no erection, no building for an orgasm. It was like being in limbo, being suspended in space while this emotion filled his whole being.
"I can't think of anything to say. I feel so...intense."
Jerry smirked and leaned closer. He was enjoying this. "OK then, you can be quiet, but I'll use the time to teach you how to suck better. You didn't do that great a job just now. So here, suck on two of my fingers."
He inserted them in Troy's mouth. Since Jerry's other hand was bringing such bliss to his dick, Troy accepted the fingers as his part of the bargain. He began sucking. After a moment, as his sensations from Jerry's other hand increased, he began to suck in earnest.
Jerry grinned. When Troy slowed sucking, Jerry slowed his fingers on Troy's dick. Then when Troy increased the sucking, Jerry's fingers went back to work.
"Good boy" Jerry praised him. Caught in his sexual moment, Troy just smiled while he sucked. He began to realize maybe he should suck as fast and as hard as he could. He knew that would make the feelings even better.
This sexual domination he was practicing had gotten Jerry boned again. Damn' he thought to himself, I just shot off 30 minutes ago, and I swear I could go again.'
He looked at his watch. "I better take you home with me. Hospitals have a checkout time, and I need to get you out of here. They only let the doctor use this one room for his stuff, and they want him gone as soon as possible."
Troy's balls were a little smaller now, but still large enough to be difficult.
"I can't wear my pants" he said.
"I'll wrap a towel around you and we'll go out the back way to the parking lot."
Troy's walking was unsteady and was accompanied by some gasps and moans. He walked with his legs spread as wide as possible to give his balls as much space as he could. Jerry supported him with one arm around his waist. It was a slow time of day for the hospital on weekends, and he reached the car without too much trouble. Jerry got Troy's door open and stood him up, having him hold onto the open door. He grabbed the towel and pulled out his camera phone and snapped a good shot of Troy standing wobbly but with huge genitals clearly exposed in the bright sunlight.
"Great shot! You know we ought to make an album of these, just like people do of their vacations or anniversaries."
Zack woke up that Saturday morning still fuming at the way they had played him the night before. He realized now that Enzo and Ben had never intended to let him have some relief last night. Instead they wanted to make him that much hornier, while using him for their own gratification. He decided he hated them. Now he was going to find another way to get free.
He threw on some clothes and hurried downstairs, grabbing a banana as his breakfast. Going outside, he peeled the top of the banana and started eating. The neighborhood was quiet, but that was normal for a Saturday morning. He looked across the street. There was no sign of Enzo or his brother Antonio.
He had made up his mind he would talk to the two guys who had said they could get the cage off him. Last night particularly he had lain awake, his mind so filed with the evenings' events he couldn't get to sleep. Beating off had always been a way to relieve stress or help him sleep. They had taken that away from him and he had to get it back.
He thought about his moments with Josh. He was completely divided on whether he had mistreated and taken advantage of Josh, or whether it was so much fun doing Josh and making a slave out of him, he'd do it again the next chance he got. The varsity had caught him so quick that he hadn't had a chance to enjoy jacking off while remembering Josh and imagining what he could do next. They caged him with all that pent-up cum churning inside.
He felt his dick give a nudge, and he knew he'd start to drip in a few minutes. At least once the cage was opened he could give himself a good jackoff. He was really looking forward to that.
A street dog came up, wagged its tail, and sniffed. Zack was almost finished with the banana. He offered the last bite to the dog and tossed the peel on the curb.
He had only gone a few steps when a voice shouted "Hey! Pick that up!"
Zack turned around. A burly man in his undershirt was standing on the steps of the house he had just passed.
Zack looked at him. The man had huge arms with tattoos, a hairy chest, and he needed a shave. The sides of his face looked like the jowls on bulldogs. His first reaction was to get away. He figured he could outrun the man since he had been doing so much running this week. But he didn't want any more trouble, so he went back and retrieved the peel. But once he had it in his hand, he couldn't see any place to put it. No garbage cans were out on the street, and no trash bins were in evidence.
He raised his hand holding the peel and looked at the man.
"Bring it in here" the man said in a disgusted tone. "There aren't any trash cans out on Saturday mornings."
Zack followed him into the house. The place was old, with those tall windows that used heavy weights to make them stay up. There was a worn unpainted stairway going upstairs. The long hallway led to a kitchen at the back. He followed the man and saw a garbage pail. After dropping he peel in, he turned to go.
At that point the man stopped him, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"I've seen you showing yourself off in the afternoons."
"Huh? What? Running track? What do you mean?"
"You don't fool me. The track team doesn't run down this street. And if they did, they wouldn't be dressed in a tight shirt and flimsy shorts that are about to fall off. I know what you want."
"What? I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't doing anything."
"You think I don't know what you're up to?" His hand gripped Zack harder.
Zack felt like the man needed a bath he seemed so gritty. There was a smell he didn't like. The whole thing was scary. "Why do you think I'm up to something?"
"Look, kid, we've seen your kind around here before. You think you can run by in skimpy clothes and shake your little ass and men are going to come running. You think men are going to come up and rip those little shorts off and have a good time with you, right?"
"NO! Not at all!" Zack was appalled. He tried to pull away from the man's grip, but he couldn't.
"Well that's exactly what we're going to do." Turning, he shouted up the stairs, "Hey Amos! Come on down! We're got a live one just waiting for you down here!"
The man who came down the stairs seemed like an oversized rodent. He had a pointed nose, strange ears, and soft gray mousey hair that seemed plastered to his head. Seeing Zack he grinned, showing uneven yellowed teeth. He smacked his lips.
"Ah ha! Another twinkie. I like these twinkie boys. Remember how the last one hollered?" He rubbed his hands enjoying the memory and looking carefully at Zack in anticipation.
"Bring me the ropes. This one likes to run and we don't want him to get away."
"OK, Roy. I like it when they try to run. Remember the fat one who kept crying and all? It purely warms my heart to see them beg."
"Get those ropes and we'll tie him to the sink for the time being. Knock on Ferdy's door while you're up there. And be quick about it!"
"You could have told me before I came down here. But I'll go back up. Nobody ever lets me just have fun any more."
"Sure, Amos. But you'll have fun now. We all will. Oh maybe not this one, but the rest of us will."
"I love to play with them when they're like this." Amos reached out a tentative hand toward Zack who shrank back. Amos sighed and turned slowly back upstairs.
Roy called after him, "Go get Ferdy and the ropes. I mean it."
"Please let me go, mister. I won't tell anybody I've been here or anything."
"I can't do that kid. When you flaunt yourself, you have to take the consequences. You look pretty strong. We need a guy like that to play with." Although he still held Zack tight, he bent his head to look him up and down. "Good solid flesh here. The last guy didn't last anytime."
"What do you mean?" Zack gulped.
Amos returned with the rope. They tied Zack's hands behind him and wound the rope around the pipes on the open front kitchen sink. He would have had to pull the pipes out of the wall to get free.
"Where's Ferdy?"
"He's coming. He got excited when I said we had a new one, and he's putting on his soldier's cap."
Zack could picture come old geezer who still believed he was fighting in the war.
"Can we see what this one's got?" Amos asked hopefully.
Zack shuffled his feet and tried to move away, but the rope only let him get to one end of the sink.
Roy grinned. "You never change, do you Amos? OK you can pull his britches down and have a look. But remember, you don't touch him...yet. No damages until we're really ready and everybody is here."
Amos slobbered gleefully. He leaned down and grabbed Zack's pants. He had not been wearing a belt, so Amos was able to grab the elastic wasteband and pull them down. Zack wasn't wearing any underwear. Amos gasped.
"Look a' here! He's got on some kind of silver box. Does that mean he ain't got no stuff down there?"
Roy came over. Reaching out, he touched the cage. Zack instinctively reared back against the sink. Roy tapped the cage, listening to the sound.
"He's got something in there all right, but it's locked up. Explain yourself, boy."
His voice sounded like a cop's, authoritative and stern. Zack flinched. Roy's fingers continued to probe.
"It's a cock cage. Some guys put it on me. I was going to get help getting it off."
"How long you been wearing it?"
"About a week."
"Your balls are probably ready to bust about now, right?"
"Right."
Amos grinned at that. "Ray, that'll mean his little figs are truly ripe. They must be as full and mushy as they'll ever get."
Ray gave Amos a severe frown, then kept on with Zack. "How do you pee in that thing?"
"I have to sit down...like a girl."
"Well it's no wonder you wear those funny track clothes. You must think you're a girl. That's why you want to attract men, right?"
"I'm not trying to attract men. Oh please let me go. I want to get out of this cage."
Amos looked distressed. "If we can't get it off him, he's not going to be any fun, is he?"
"Oh he can still be fun." He paused a moment to consider things, then continued, "Actually more than just with his mouth and his butt. I'll bet some of the truckers would like to see a boy wearing nothing but a little silver cage around his dick. I bet they'll pay a lot to be able to take their belts to him. Can't you see them chasing him around a room with no escape, him screaming and crying and them laughing fit to kill?"
"Oh yes, Roy. I would like to see that. When can we do that?"
"Well first let's see if we can take that contraption off by ourselves. And you might go back upstairs and tell Ferdy I won't wait much longer. He'll know what that means."
Apparently Amos knew what that meant too, because he clapped his hands in glee and hurried up the stairs.
Ferdy came down a minute later, dressed in army fatigues and a Special Forces beret. He appeared to be in his late 20's, lean, crew cut, tanned. Zack's hopes revived. Here was someone who appeared normal, or at least saner than these other two. Maybe he could be reasoned with. Zack tried to keep looking into his face, hoping for some help.
"Is this the new recruit?" Ferdy asked. His voice was abrupt, strictly military. He wanted everyone to know he wasn't here to waste time or play games.
"Yes, I guess you could say that" Roy said.
Turning to him, Ferdy's voice was belligerent and scornful, "That's `sir' to you. I've told you before I never relax discipline."
Roy's face never changed. He just walked away. Zack looked into the cold eyes of this soldier.
"Please can you let me go?"
"Don't speak until spoken to, soldier. I don't know what this man's army is coming to."
Behind him Roy quietly tiptoed back into the kitchen with a hammer and gong. He got close and held it near the back of Ferdy's head. He smashed the hammer into the gong, which let out a loud resounding sound that echoed like a train wreck. The crescendo sound made Ferdy jump wildly, throwing his hands into the air as if surrendering. Then he collapsed on the floor, sobbing.
Roy looked at Zack whose last hope had just disappeared. "Shell shock. He was in Iraq, three tours. It finally got him." Then as an afterthought he added, "Course they don't call it `shell shock' now. They call it post traumatic stress or some shit like that."
He kicked Ferdy who only whimpered. "Get up now, you piece of battlefield shit or I'll turn the flame thrower on your sorry ass."
Ferdy struggled to his feet, his eyes still wet with tears. Roy turned to Zack and put both hands on his shoulders. "We sure are going to enjoy having you with us, boy."
Zack hadn't heard anything after the word `flame thrower.' He didn't think anything could be any worse than the situation was now. He was wrong.
"Come on!" Roy ordered them, "we're going to take him to the cabin. If we can't get the thing off him there, we'll find someone who can. Or, like I say, we can let the truckers come by and play belt line with him tonight."
Zack knew if he let them get him away from here to some cabin, his chances for help or escape would be almost nil. He suddenly felt very much alone.
Steve and Josh had barely cleaned themselves up and put a fresh sheet on the bed when 13 year old Ace Johnson appeared in the doorway. Neither of them had time to shower. They had wiped the cum off themselves with a couple of Steve's cum rags. That part tickled Josh to think this guy had not one but at least two cum rags and he was wiping himself off with dried cum from Steve. They grinned sheepishly as they saw Ace in the doorway.
Tall for his age, he had an eager-eyed manner about him. At this moment he was just standing there silently, then he gave them a grin.
"Hey. What've you been up to?"
Steve gave Josh a look and said, "I was showing him that picture you found. He wants to ask if you can find any more on the net, or figure where it was taken and how it got posted. I told him you're the computer whiz."
Ace looked at Josh, amazed at how much he looked like the picture. "Yeah my brother's the big strong jock and I'm the nerdy geek. But it's uncanny how you resemble the picture."
"It is him, Ace. I checked."
Ace gave a crafty smirk at Josh. "You display your stuff a lot? I mean like for that picture and now to my brother?"
Josh blushed. "We just made sure it was me."
"Can you display it for me?"
Steve glared at his little brother. "Don't start that stuff." He hated it when Ace acted like a smart-ass. He decided to put him in his place. "You still jerk off so much to that picture I don't think Josh needs to show you anything."
Ace just bided his time. He had a trump card to play and he wasn't going to waste it. Josh though responded quickly, "Please help me out with it. I'm worried about where the picture was taken and who took it."
"I'll be glad to do what I can. I have a couple of guys who are my close friends, and they know a lot of sneaky ways to search stuff on the Internet."
"I sure would appreciate that." Josh flashed him a happy and relieved grin. At last he was around people who were willing to help him. He felt like he'd been around too many who were up to something.
That's why he didn't notice the gleam in Ace's eyes when he asked, "Want to come down to my room and I can show you some of the tools I use and some stuff I've found?"
Josh looked at Steve who nodded. "I have to go out soon anyway, so I'm going to take a shower and head out and leave it with you guys about how to solve the picture problem. You go with Ace" he said and then added "even if he does jerk off all the time." He couldn't resist ragging his little brother.
"Me?" Ace asked as if this was impossible. He knew how to get revenge and he wasn't going to let any remark or accusation slip by. "You're the one. Josh, he even messed with the lock on my door so he could burst in anytime and shout `Stop jerking off!' And he'd do it when he heard friends of mine coming up the stairs even though I was just sitting there waiting for them. It was really embarrassing."
"Yeah, but I also caught you plenty of times doing it that way. I loved the look on your face when you were about to shoot and I burst in and you couldn't stop and it started spewing out everywhere. I'd laugh my butt off. The look on your face was priceless. You didn't know whether to finish the last good strokes of jacking or to run and hide."
"Some day..." Ace said ominously. "Some day." Turning to Josh he said "Come on now. We'll go to my room. At least we know my door's unlocked."
Once inside his room and with the door tightly closed, Ace said to Josh with a grin, "You smell like cum." He even gave a little sniff as if to prove his point.
Josh blushed beet red. He hated the fact that when things got to him he reacted by either blushing or getting boned up. Since he had shot such a load with Steve he didn't have to worry about boning up now. At least he sure hoped that was the case. Here was a 13 year old staring right through him and he couldn't think of an answer.
"I guess. Maybe I didn't get a shower this morning."
"In fact you and Steve both smelled like cum, and the room did too. The fresh sheet on the bed was the only thing not smelling like you two had been going at it big time in there."
"I don't know what you mean. I thought you were going to help me find out about that picture of me and where it came from."
"I am. But don't you think some perks come with this assignment?"
Josh realized this was a smart kid, and not just in brains but in street smarts as well. "OK. Yes, but we weren't exactly having what you'd call `sex' in there."
"What would you call it?" Ace was smiling with the look of a victor facing the vanquished.
"We were just sort of messing around. But we weren't doing any dirty stuff or anything."
"'Dirty stuff?'" Ace quoted. "You sound like you're 6 years old. Well if you don't call it dirty stuff, what exactly would you call it?"
"I thought you wanted to help me. I guess you just want to make fun of me." Josh started to stand up.
"Wait, Josh. Come over here to my computer and let me show you something."
Ace cleared the screen and Josh saw himself and Steve on the bed, him on all fours and Steve pumping his fingers up his butt while he jerked him off with the other hand.
Josh was speechless. "How...when?"
Ace was smug. "My big brother thinks he's so all powerful. Well I installed a remote camera in his computer and before you all got here I turned it on. I do that every day. I've got some great pictures of him jacking off and doing some other stuff. Some day I'll show you the whole collection. I've got enough disc space to have the camera recording continuously, and I can delete anything later."
Josh was stunned. "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'll save it until I need to make my brother do something he doesn't want to do. Then I'll threaten to show it to our folks. He needs a basketball scholarship to be able to afford to go to college, and no place will want him once they've seen this video and the jacking off stuff I have of him. He'd be a laughing stock."
He stopped to send a quick instant message and then turned back. "I've just sent a message to my two best friends. They're the ones that'll help me track down the origin of the photographs. They're coming over. All you have to do is cooperate."
"How do you mean?"
"Just like me, they'll need to see you to assure themselves you're really the guy in the picture. If it isn't you, we'd be wasting our time, and we don't ever do that. We're straight A students, and we thrive on extra work."
Josh thought of something. "You said `photographs'. I thought there was only one."
Ace grinned again. "Let me show you." He gave a few key strokes, opened a hidden file, and just like a slide show images began appearing on the screen.
Josh saw his teammates chasing Matt when they had greased him up, he saw Chet standing at a urinal in the gym, but he wasn't peeing, he was swinging his dick like it was a piece of hose. He saw Sam and Ted spanking some guy's butt. And wonder of wonders, he saw Steve nude on the training table being shaved while he held Steve's bone.
"Where did these come from?"
Ace was honest. "I don't know but I'd say you've got one guy on the team who is trying to get everybody in trouble."
"Is this a pay website?"
"That's the thing, I find these pictures one at a time in unexpected places. It's like somebody just sends them one at a time to a different site each time. Do you think the gym has a hidden camera?"
"I never heard of one, and I think if any of the guys knew they'd be telling everybody else."
Ace looked solemn. "Could the coach have installed the cameras?"
"I'm just baffled. I don't know how to explain it. But what could this guy be after?"
"Maybe like in your case, for someone to see one and start asking questions. Maybe make team members afraid of each other. Or maybe get some of them snatched by predators."
"Well I think we're a little too old to be snatched by predators" Josh said.
Little did he know that at that moment, Butch and Leroy and a couple of their guys were still looking for Chet. Frustrated by their attempts to snatch him for Leroy's `client' last night, they were back today cruising the streets of Hinson.
"Damn" Leroy said, "I've got to have that guy again. I want him for myself even before we turn him over to the guy who's paying us."
"You just want to shave his hairs with a rusty knife again" Butch said.
"Damn right" Leroy said.
"I always said you had the hots for him, even when we were on the team. You were carried away with the idea of wanting to initiate him yourself."
"Big deal. So what?"
"You mean that night way back then, when we stuffed the golf ball up his butt and sent him running naked wasn't enough for you?"
"Not by a long shot" Leroy said, adjusting the tight bulge in his crotch.
About that time, back at Ace's, his two friends were coming up the stairs. Josh could tell without being told that they were geeks.
"Guys, this is Josh. Josh this is Walter who's 12, and Gunter who's 14."
They exchanged greetings. Both guys kept grinning as they looked at him. Josh felt a little uncomfortable, like he was a piece of meat on the market.
Walter was tow-headed and wore glasses which gave him an owl-like look. He was almost licking his lips. "Well, shall we check?" he asked.
Gunter just rubbed his hands. He had brown eyes and light brown hair and was not only the tallest of the three, but the most athletic looking. He kept watching Josh intently.
"What?" Josh asked. It was like they were waiting for something.
"Let's see the goods" Gunter said.
Ace finally explained. "They want proof it's you in the picture. So strip."
"No way. You can see it's me."
"That's not proof" Walter said.
"No. I won't strip. I'll just leave and go home and forget about the picture."
Ace grinned. "Want me go send a couple of stills from today's video to the coach and your teachers and your folks and your brother in college? I can get some sharp resolution in them if you like. They will know what you do."
He could see Gunter had a bulge in his pants, and Walter was squeezing between his legs. He realized that Ace had been boned ever since he started showing him the pictures.
"I guess I don't have a choice." He began taking his clothes off.
"Phew, he smells like cum" Gunter said, holding his nose.
"Yeah he hears that a lot these days" Ace replied. He brought up the picture of Josh on the computer. "Here is the picture in question. Now Josh will you sit just like the guy in the picture, facing this way. Gunter and Walter, you two stand on either side of him and compare the picture with Josh."
"But he's not hard" Walter complained.
Ace looked at him. "OK Josh, you heard the guy. Get hard."
Josh was glad they only wanted him to get hard. He was still empty from shooting so much when Steve worked him.
Ace stepped out of the way as Josh started stroking.
"Not hard yet" Gunter commented sardonically.
Ace liked his new role. "Pump it, jock boy."
Walter was wide-eyed as he watched a bigger boy's dick hardening. He had only figured out how to do that a few weeks ago. He was in awe of a jock doing that, and in awe of a dick that size.
Josh was starting to get some results.
"Keep it up" Ace said. He knew something Josh didn't: he had installed a camera in his computer too. To anyone who saw what was being captured on video, it would look like a 16 year old stud beating off in front of two younger guys, one of them barely 12.
Ace knew he could keep Josh in line from now on.
End of Chapter Fourteen
(Comments are always appreciated and replied to. Thanks to Gary, Alan, Baruch, Simon, and Bruce whose emails always encourage me. Thanks also to the hard work of the Nifty Archivist. I submitted the first chapter of my first story in Nov. 1997. When I mailed a small contribution in Jan. 1998, my name appeared as 27th or 28th on the list of donors. Long Live Nifty! - Bart)