Chapter Nineteen "JENNINGS! JENNINGS!"
Chet sat with his arms bound behind him, his ankles tethered with a rope, and an erection the size of the Empire State Building. The man had just asked him if he knew how to suck dick, and when he said no, the man said this would be his lucky day.
The man reached across again and grabbed his bone like it was a throttle, giving it another couple of good yanks. Chet twisted on the seat and struggled to keep himself under control.
The man let go, smiled, and said "I know you're a good kid. If you weren't, why would you have your arms tied behind your back, a dildo duct-taped up your ass, and a hard-on that just won't go down? I only want to teach you the next step. It's called sucking dick, and you'll love it."
Chet shook his head. "Please don't do that. Please let me go and I'll just wander down the road and I'll never tell anyone about this."
"If I let you go, you don't know what kind of pervert might stop and give you a ride. A stud like you on a deserted highway at night, man it's the stuff of porn stories."
Glancing across, he asked in a milder voice, "Does that `thing' of yours need another good pump from me?" He reached his hand over and Chet scooted away.
"No thanks, it's just fine."
The man laughed. "Sure it is" he said sarcastically. "It's going to explode any second now. I'm surprised it hasn't tried to jump out of the window yet."
There was a motel up ahead. In the dark night its brightly blinking `Vacancy' sign appealed to the driver.
"We'll turn in here. You stay in the van and I'll go in and get us a room. Think you can do that OK?"
Chet didn't say anything since he knew it wouldn't matter. He hoped maybe he could work his way out of the van while the man was inside, and then try to hide in the woods.
The man got out, locked the car, and went inside. Chet's butt hurt from the paddling but mostly from the dildo with Icy Hot on it. He tried to slide across to the driver's side to see if he could click the unlock button, but his butt hurt so bad he realized he couldn't do it. That turned out to be lucky, because before he could have navigated over there, the man came out with the keys, whistling. He climbed in, grinned at Chet, and said "I told him my little brother was on this trip with me. I did the honorable thing and asked for twin beds. You don't mind sleeping alone for one night, do you?"
He pulled the van down to the room, which was at the far end, away from the lights. He got out, came over the Chet's side, and lifted him out. He grunted as he struggled to manage the bound arms, dildo, and bone. "Some of this stuff has got to go" he said.
Once inside, he kicked the door shut and carried Chet in his arms to the bed nearest to the bathroom. "Yours is away from the door, so you can't call out to somebody going by."
The room was cheap and dingy. Thick faded dust-filled curtains hung at the small windows. Obviously nobody using this motel wanted anyone to see what was happening inside. The beds looked like they had been bought as used furniture years ago. Chet hated to think what the mattresses would smell like, or what stuff might have spilled into them over the decades.
The man laid him gently on the bed, then reached down and touched his bone.
"Fun time" he said. "But first, let me check for bugs here."
Chet could smell the musk rising from the bed. His bone ached for relief. Even a slight touch was electricity to it. He watched the man intently. Chet was puzzled when the man opened a leather case and took out some electronics equipment. He took a small mike and walked around the room.
"I'm a private investigator. I get the goods on cheating husbands and wives, and I run across all sorts of dangerous guys in my work. I can't afford to be careless."
As he approached Chet, the beeper started sounding. The man was startled. "What have you got on you?"
"Nothing" Chet said. "See? No clothes, no nothing."
"Well you sure have something that's making this thing go off." He touched Chet's chest, nipples, ears, anywhere someone might hide a bug.
"No nipple rings I see."
"None of the varsity guys wear stuff like that."
He smiled at Chet, patted him on the abs, and then rolled him onto his stomach. When he moved the mike to Chet's butt, the sound got even louder. "There's something up your butt besides that dildo." He pulled off the duct tape while Chet let out a yelp, then with a single movement pulled the dildo all the way out. Chet screamed but the man used his other hand to clamp it over Chet's mouth.
"Ah ha. A tracking device. They didn't want you to get far, little buddy. Now I'm going to have to get in the van and drive in the opposite direction and toss this in the woods. I'll be back in a minute. Sorry I don't have anything to stuff in that open hole of yours right now, but maybe we'll think of something later. You just sit tight."
Back in town, Ricky and Zack lay on the bed. Zack didn't sleep in his briefs because Ricky didn't wear any underwear to bed. Normally Ricky wore boxer-briefs, but at night in the bed at Zack's he knew the effect that nudity had on his host. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Zack looked at his body, his dick.
"Like what you see, Zack?"
"Huh? Oh. I wasn't --"
Ricky flipped his dick lightly. "Look at that, Zack. All for you."
Zack was totally boned. The first day Ricky was here, he had tried to hide it. He still did sometimes, but at a time like this when he was so horny, he didn't care. He had never had feelings like this before.
Ricky reached over and began rubbing the area where Zack's pubes had been. Zack knew Ricky enjoyed that, but he didn't want to keep them shaved. Ricky pulled him close.
"Zack, I'm gonna run out after breakfast, so you do my chores, OK?"
"Ricky, that wasn't what we --"
"Now, now. Remember I told you, I don't do chores. Come on over here by me and let me play with you a little. You want this big thing of Ricky's, don't you? You like this big meat. Well, to get that you have to pay the price, like doing my chores for me."
"Ricky, if my mom finds out she'll bust you, put you out, maybe even call your brothers to come get you."
"Yeah but she ain't gonna find out as long as you do your part in this, right?" He had begun rubbing Zack's smooth butt. He started running his finger down the crack. Zack tensed.
"Not in the bed, Ricky. Not now."
Ricky tried a different tactic. "You want to suck on that big thing of mine for a little while? Want to feel it getting strong for you?"
Zack was struggling. "Can we suck each other for a little?"
"Zack, Ricky don't suck dick. You know that. Guys do stuff for Ricky to earn the right to suck Ricky's dick."
"That's not fair. You want me to do stuff for you, but you won't do anything in return."
"Let me have that smooth white butt of yours tonight and then maybe things will be different."
"No, Ricky. Not here in bed. She'd know. She and my dad would throw you out."
Ricky decided on a different tact. "Did I tell you I tattooed Troy Raider's dick the weekend of the Grove Hill game?"
"You did?" Zack was instantly eager. Talk to him about dicks and he's putty in your hands. Ricky was learning human nature fast.
"Yep. Some guys had him cuffed to a tree, and I cut him loose in return for taking him home for the night. I put the word `dork' on his dick head. Looked pretty good too, if I do say so myself. I had just gotten the kit a few days before."
"Was there enough room to put it on the head?"
"With him? Plenty of room. I heard when he was about 10 or 11, a couple of bigger guys at school would catch him and pull his pants down and yank his little pee-pee. Even back then they said that if you pulled on his, it would hang long and then stand up right away."
"Gosh." Zack's eyes gleamed. "I know Josh bones up pretty easily. It must run in the family."
"Back then the bigger boys, the ones who started it, figured they could make money by charging the younger ones to let them come see it. And as business picked up, they'd charge extra to let the kids themselves yank on it. They were making money until a teacher walked into the boys' bathroom at recess and caught them."
Zack was boned again. Ricky reached over and touched his dick. "That brings me to tomorrow. When 4th period breaks for lunch, meet me in the old bathroom at the end of the corridor where the middle school starts. It's not used much. Get there right away and wait in the handicapped stall. I'll have something for you that you'll really like."
Zack was only half listening. Ricky's hand working his head was about to make him orgasm. "OK, but can we beat off now?"
"You can do whatever you want. As for me, I'm going to sleep. Remember, I don't do chores. After breakfast I'm heading off for school right away. I've got big plans."
Ricky clicked off the light and rolled over facing away from Zack.
Leroy had a black eye and Burch had a busted lip. The linebackers were unhurt. Jennings was driving. He was still fuming. "You bastards! If you've hurt Chet..."
Leroy wailed, "I keep saying I've got him on the GPS! The tracker is in the dildo --"
Ted spoke up. "I want to get those two losers you had helping you. I want those country boys so me and Sam can see how much fun they think it is to have the very same things done to them."
The varsity guys now knew everything. In their panic after they were knocked to the floor and pounded on, Leroy and Butch told them anything they wanted to know. They realized their survival depended on it. The redheaded dudes had fled into the night. Butch added one tip, "When you catch up with them, make them show you their collection of corn cobs. That'll give you some idea of what they do for fun."
The linebackers sitting on either side of him shifted position, and Butch winced. "Watch it...my ribs,"
Sam turned sideways to glare at him. "You're damn lucky we didn't bust every bone in your body. And we will too if Chet isn't found."
From the front seat Leroy spoke up in panic. "Chet must have gotten a ride. The signal is going down the road away from town."
"Away from town? Why would he do that?" Jennings wondered.
"Maybe he got mixed up when he got to the road. That can happen in these woods on a night where there's no moon."
"Would the car be headed our way?"
They were watching the road ahead when the signal went out. Leroy shook the device. "We can't have lost him. It was working fine a minute ago."
"Did you check the batteries?" Jennings asked.
"No. I bought it off the internet. It came with batteries. I'm not a rocket scientist. I just saw it was all there. This was my first time to use it."
Then suddenly the signal started up again. It wasn't moving, and seemed to be just ahead in the woods.
"Maybe something shook the batteries and got them to working. Let's pull over here."
They got off the road and began looking at the edge of the wooded area.
The man was back at the motel. Chet lay sprawled across the narrow bed. His arms were loosened now, and both hands were handcuffed to the iron railed headboard. His erection had not gone down.
"Damn, boy, you never give that thing a rest, do you?" The man was sitting on the bed beside him. He reached over and thumped the head. "Hard as a rock."
Chet was embarrassed. "They gave me one of those pills. That's what's keeping it so hard."
"When was the last time you...um...er... got off?"
"This afternoon right after school."
"Well I'd say you're due to get off soon, right?" With that he lightly played with the head, giving it a small twist between the tips of his fingers. Chet gave a moaning gasp and shivered.
"You really go for that stuff, don't you son?"
"No sir" he gasped, "it's just this has been the weirdest evening of my life." He hoped the man would get him off soon. Right now it was just too tantalizing. His balls would start to draw up tight, and then the man would slow or move slightly and things would reach a stopping point.
The man took his hand away. He looked at Chet as if sizing him up. "You're probably around 18, right?"
Chet nodded. The man kept sitting there beside him, but he didn't reach for his dick again.
"My son would be about your age now. His name was Wally."
Chet wasn't sure what to ask, but he went on anyway. "You say you used to have a son?"
"Yes."
"What happened to him?"
"I had to get rid of him."
"Sir?"
"Yes, you heard right. He was a meat beater. I came home unexpectedly one afternoon when he was 12, and found him doing that. I was totally surprised. I wasn't a meat beater, and his mother came from good people and I'm sure none of them were either." He paused a moment. "I tried to work with the boy, I honestly did, but once a boy starts that stuff, there's no turning back." He shook his head sadly. "He was such a good kid. He never lied to me. When I'd come home in the afternoon, I could tell by the look in his eyes he'd been doing that. I'd ask him if he had, and he'd drop his eyes, and I'd know. That's why I finally had to get rid of him."
Chat was in disbelief. "Get rid of him?"
"Yep. I drove him out to a place in Arizona that says they can fix that sort of stuff. But I knew I couldn't ever take him back. I mean I'm gone a lot and in my line of work I don't keep regular hours. The boy needed a strong home. So some people out there took him."
"Don't you ever miss him?"
"Sure, but he's better off with people who can keep an eye on him."
The man was now taking his jacket off and Chet knew he would be forced to blow him soon. He could not think of a way out. Chet's long legs were tensed, his muscles strained, as the man sat beside him and slowly unzipped his fly. Chet looked in anguish as he pulled the thick stubby dick out. Chet had never had a dick in his mouth before, and he tried to think of a way out.
"Please..." he started to say, but the man put a finger across his lips to silence him.
"I need you to help me on this, son. You do a good job and I'll do something for you in return."
"Like what?" Chet could see the thing getting nearer as the man moved closer.
"We'll talk about that later. Right now I need you to open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. I'm going to feed it in on your tongue so you'll get used to it."
Chet stuck his tongue out. The thing was so close he could feel it at the edge of his tongue. He wondered if he'd gag or throw up or something. But as it came in, he was surprised. It was warm and its juice was dripping from the slit. Chet was just glad it wasn't real long. He couldn't handle one that went all the way back to his tonsils. He moved his tongue under it and the man sighed and gave a little moan. The thing itself started to get harder. His tongue could feel something, muscles or blood vessels or nerves: something that began to work in the thing itself. Chet wondered why his hand never felt that when he was beating off, but decided maybe the tongue was more sensitive. He wasn't really sure.
The man began a movement as he slid it in and out. His moans encouraged Chet to try harder, so he began sloshing his tongue around, closing his lips, and really sucking on that thing. There was something almost exciting about having this burly hairy man riding his chest and pumping his mouth.
He was working that thing with his tongue as hard as he could, he was slobbering and sucking and building up to a frenzy in himself as well as in this man. He was so caught up in the moment he didn't realize the guy was about to cum until he felt the dick go wild and tons of cum start pouring into his mouth. He started swallowing before he could think. The man collapsed onto his face, gasping and rejoicing and making all kinds of noises. Some cum slipped out of his mouth and got on the guy's pubes and pants and came on down his own face as well. When the man finally pulled off, Chet was sweating. The man started wiping his face as he looked down at Chet.
"You did good for a beginner" the man said, still out of breath.
Chet's mouth tasted of cum. Even after all the swallowing, all he could taste or smell was the man's cum. With a thick voice through sticky lips, he asked "Could I get something to drink?"
"You want to wash my cum down? You don't want to savor that for a while?"
Chet felt like the stuff stuck on the roof of his mouth, and it was like there were strings of the stuff hanging down on his tongue. It was overwhelming. It was like he couldn't escape from it. He felt almost as if he was breathing it, like the smell was coating his lungs.
"Please" he croaked.
The man stood up reluctantly. "I'll pour you something, but that means a delay before you get some relief for that erection of yours. Stay there and I'll see if they have a drink machine in the office."
Since Chet was shackled to the headboard's beam, he didn't have much choice. He could have used anything, even a sip of water, to help him out. Now he would have to wait. He watched the man go out the door, and then began testing the strength of the cross piece he was handcuffed to. He was at his physical best now, as he always was at the end of the football season. The practices, workouts, scrimmages, the running laps at the coach's whim, everything conspired to make him ready for anything. He felt the beam give, but didn't go too far since this wouldn't be a time he could safely escape anyhow. That would have to happen after the man went to sleep.
He listened to see if he could learn anything from outside noises. If any cars or trucks were going down the road, he didn't hear them. But in a few minuets he heard footsteps, so he knew outside noises could be heard in here. The door opened and the man returned with a Coke.
"Here" he said, holding it to Chet's lips, "take a couple of swallows, and then I want to give you something before you drink the rest."
Chet eagerly swallowed, hoping to get as much to wash down as possible, but the man pulled the bottle away.
"Not too much." He went to his bag and got out a bottle, extracting a pill. Bringing it to Chet, he said "Take this and then I'll give you the rest of the bottle." Chet didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice. He was sure it was another sex pill. His erection was weakening, and he had hoped it would go completely down. He was glad the Coke cleared his mouth of the cum and the taste, but his nose seemed to think it could still smell it.
The man touched the head of his dick and Chet flinched. He supposed it was going to be the same old thing, the man getting him to the edge and then stopping. But the man explained, "There's been a change in plan. I was talking to the night clerk in the office, and he's going to come down in a minute and join us."
"What?"
"Don't worry, he's only a couple of years older than you. I asked him if he'd like to make some extra money for about 30 minutes work, and he jumped at the chance. He said there's almost no business during the week. So he'll put a "Back in 15 minutes" sign on the door and come join us."
Chet felt sick. The man kept playing with the head, which was finally getting a little sore from too much use.
"I've got my camera I use in investigations. I'm going to get some pictures of you and him, and maybe I'll let him take some of me and you. Just for my own private collection, however." He patted the underside of Chet's bone. "You've got a good thing there. It deserves some publicity."
"Are you going to let me go after that?"
"I want to talk to you about it, but that'll have to wait until later. Now before our guest arrives, I'm going to unlock you from the bed, but cuff your hands behind you. I want you to see my stun gun. If you try anything at all, I'll zap you so fast it'll make burn marks on your private parts."
For Chet, all of this was becoming one unbelievable thing after another. The man was keeping his dick hard and the pill was beginning to take effect. There was a knock at the door, and the man, having uncuffed Chet, let the visitor in.
The guy looked to be in his early 20's, with straw hair and blue eyes. He was not as tall as Chet, but his eyes lit up when he saw Chet.
"This is your younger brother?"
"Actually I just said that so people wouldn't ask any questions. He's sort of traveling with me for a while, and he needs to get off bad. For personal reasons I keep his hands cuffed behind him. He behaves better that way, and therefore he's more fun -- if you know what I mean."
"That's great. I agree he's more fun when he can't get away or hit back. And I like his equipment."
"You can tell by the size of that bone that's he a very horny young man. He's a football player, so if you like jocks, he's your guy."
"And you say he sucks good?"
"Well he's a beginner, but he tries hard. Isn't that right, son?"
Chet glared and didn't answer. The guy came over and held out his hand.
"I'm Walter."
"Chet. Sorry I can't shake with you." He couldn't imagine introducing yourself to a guy you knew you were going to force to do bad things. And Walter already knew he was cuffed.
Walter turned to the man. "Should I just unzip and let him go at it?"
"Let me get my camera, and maybe you could undress at least a little."
"Well getting a jock stud to suck me off isn't something that happens every day, so I'm willing to strip down...at least part way."
"Then I'll fix us both a drink. That will let the pill I gave him take effect. When he's horned he sucks better, but after he gets some experience he won't need that much incentive. Now while I fix the drinks, why don't you give that bone of his a few friendly strokes. I want to get some pictures of that as well, but he'll suck a lot better if you've primed him beforehand. Just don't let him shoot yet. The key word is prime', not shoot.' He does his best then."
Walter was unbuttoning his shirt. He turned to Chet. "So you're new to this?"
"Please help me get out. I don't want to do this. I just want to get away."
"Not a chance. A big football jock stud like yourself giving me a blow job? I wouldn't pass it up for the world. When I think of all the stuff I had to put up with in high school from jocks who thought it was funny to pick on smaller guys, well...here comes payback."
Chet knew there was no hope with him. He sank back on the bed.
"Here, let me play with your dick a little, and maybe the nipples too. Do you like guys playing with your nipples?"
He had his shirt off and wasn't wearing an undershirt. He had a good build and broad chest. He obviously worked out a lot. He sat down beside Chet and began touching his nipples. Chet winced.
"Are those tender?"
"You should see his butt" the man called in from the bathroom where he was fixing the drinks in paper cups. "I don't know what initiation he went to, but they got him goods. They even had a butt plug stuffed up him."
Walter's eyes lighted up. "So he's opened up pretty good then? Maybe rather than a blow job --"
"One thing at a time, Walter. You're getting paid to let me take pictures of you and him, you getting blown and him getting off. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
Walter turned to Chet. "Roll over and let me see that butt."
Chet tried to roll over but his dick was having a hard time since he couldn't guide it as he rolled onto his stomach. Walter reached down, grabbed it totally in one fist, and with his other hand rolled Chet onto his stomach. He squeezed the head some more before removing his hand.
"Damn! They did your butt up pretty good. I'd say you're safe from anybody wanting to plow back there for a while. It's way too messy and red. Some of the skin is scratched." He touched it with his hand, moving it slowly across one butt cheek. Chet winced.
"What happened?" Walter actually sounded kind and sympathetic.
"They rubbed sandpaper back there between paddlings."
"Wow. Your hole still looks a little stretched. You sure it was only a dildo up there?"
Chet glared at him in disgust. "Yes I'm sure."
"OK. Sorry. I was just wondering." After a pause he said, "I'll roll you back now."
He did and this time fortunately for Chet he didn't try to grab him by the erection. But he did pat it gently when Chet was fully on his back, and it bobbed nicely.
Less than a mile away, Jennings and his crew were scouring the woods in what they believed was the last spot the GPS had indicated Chet might be. When they were about to give up, Leroy called out "I found the dildo."
"Great" Jennings said sarcastically. "So we're no closer to knowing where Chet is now."
"Well Chet wouldn't have thrown it away this long after escaping. I think somebody has him and knows the tracker was in it. This close to the highway means it was thrown from a car." Ted was watching Leroy closely as he said that. Then he added, "Leroy, you got any ideas?"
Jennings didn't wait for Leroy to answer. He was still in a rage. "I've got ideas, like we should drag him behind the car until there's nothing left! And I've got a mind to do it."
Leroy, already worried and scared, jumped about a foot when he heard that. He was pale and nervous. "Listen...maybe there's something we could try. A couple of places down the road may have seen something. There's a filling station and Chet could be hiding behind it or in the rest room if he got free. Also there's a motel about a mile ahead. We could ask if anybody unusual checked in tonight. Something like that. This road doesn't have too much traffic anyway, so anything unusual would attract attention."
"Let's get started" Ted said. He was concerned Jennings was so overwrought he might do something deadly to Leroy and Butch at any moment.
"Walter, get out of your pants, strip down, and let me get some action shots. That's what I hired you for" the man said. "I want a couple of you sprawled across him, with both of you hard."
"That wasn't in the arrangement."
"It is now. There's an extra hundred in it for you, so strip."
Chet watched. He knew the pill had taken effect. He had that rock hard feeling that made him want to break his cuffs and start jacking as fast as he could. But what he hated was it made everything look sexually satisfying to him. He began to tense his bone muscles as he watched Walter pulling his pants off and then pulling down his boxer-briefs. He started thinking what a great body he had. He even started watching that dick get hard as Walter came over. In the few steps over to the bed, Walter's dick went from hanging long to bone hard. Chet found himself hypnotized by its movement, its swing, its rise to rock hard status.
Chet knew a pill couldn't turn a guy gay. He didn't care for guys' bodies in that way. But now seeing the intense blue eyes, the even smile, the strong body, the golden pubes, the hard dick and the swinging balls, Chet felt something overwhelming him.
The man was holding his camera. "Chet, suck on him a little to make sure he's really hard. Then he can lie across you like you two are making love."
Chet was overcome with the most intense feeling he could remember. He opened his lips and Walter inserted his penis. He could smell Walter's skin, his pubes, his whole body aroma. He started sucking. Walter exhaled with a deep satisfaction.
"You were right. He's as good as you say."
After a moment, the man said "Now lay on him, bone to bone. Then put your hands behind his head as if to raise it up. Pull your knees up so your butt is raised; I want to get a good shot of both bones. Then kiss him."
Chet was fully caught up in the moment, and he presumed Walter was too, because he felt Walter's tongue going in his mouth as he held him in a tight embrace. Chet thought he was going to shoot right then. He wanted it to happen. He wanted to get off so bad he was willing to do anything. Walter began dry humping his crotch and bone. It was an intense feeling. The camera clicked away and the man said "Right! That's it! Go for it!"
Walter then climbed up Chet's body, inching slowly forward as his body rubbed across Chet's aching bone, creeping upward as his body heat radiated into Chet's body. Chet's bone ached, and the guy had his face in Chet's, then pulled upward and Chet was looking at his navel. All the time the heat was consuming him, the smell filled his lungs and mouth, and the guy had reached down and was pulling his nipples. Chet twisted, and the guy edged up until he was poised over Chet's face.
"That's it. Now fuck that face! Ram that beauty home! Lots of pumping. Plenty of hip action! I want to see that butt come alive as you fuck him!"
Walter's hands pulled Chet's head closer as he opened his mouth. The hands weren't rough. They were maybe not caressing, but gentle, firm, sending a message that this was OK, that they were safe here. And now the bone was coming in. Chet pressed his lips to the head, sucking it in and feeling its juices spill onto his tongue. He heard the guy sigh and then groan. It was a sound of aching heat, of desire of a depth that Chet had never heard from anyone before in his life. His nose was intoxicated with the sensual smell of the guy's pubes. He could feel the power of his dick with every thrust. It hit the back of his mouth and then pulled back. He was building up his thrusts, gaining speed with every thrust, the bone itself throbbing in Chet's mouth like something alive. Chet ached to get relief, ached to have someone -- anyone -- touch his bone and do for him what he was doing for Walter. He wanted that so bad he began to groan
almost in time with Walter's sounds.
They were practically in unison, the pumping, the thrusting, Chet's bone bobbing desperately for relief, and then Walter shot. It was so much it choked Chet. He tried to swallow but there was cum everywhere. It was hot, it was dribbling, and it suddenly struck him that it tasted good. Well at least not the nasty cloying taste of that man's stuff. This was warm and fresh, it wasn't clogged and pasty. Chet sucked on the dick even as the last juices came out. He kept sucking, enjoying teasing the head with his tongue and ticking the piss slip, until Walter said, "Hey. That's enough. You're going to make it sore if you don't relax. You've got one hell of a mouth for this stuff, you know that?"
Chet looked at him and grinned. He knew he had cum all over his face where it had dribbled out. Walter was smiling back at him, and then began carefully cleaning all his cum off Chet's face.
"Want some more?" he asked, holding out his cum stained fingers.
Chet pushed his head forward, opening his mouth to take the fingers in and suck them. He was hoping now he could get some relief. Maybe if he cooperated enough, they would get him what he ached for. He realized fully what hell it was to have a dick that wants to get jacked, and there aren't any hands to do the job. He no longer cared whether it was his own hand that gave him the relief, just any hand would do. For the first time he realized a new meaning to the expression "Can I give you a hand with that?" He finished sucking the fingers clean, then looked down at his bone expectantly.
"Damn he's good" Walter told the man.
The man agreed. He was putting his camera away. "I may take him with me."
"Hell, why not leave him here with me? I could keep him here and we'd have fun every night. It would sure improve my sex life." Turning to Chet, he patted him on the shoulder and asked, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Chet still had a mouth full of cum. "My dick" he said thickly. "Can you help me with that?"
Walter gave it a friendly squeeze. Chet bucked but Walter took his hand away. "I'm sure I could, but let's settle this other matter. First things first as they say."
Jennings was getting angrier by the minute. "We've been up and down this road and there's no sign of him. The only place we couldn't check was that motel that had the `Back in 15 minutes' sign on the office. Let's check that now, it's been way long enough for the clerk to get back. I don't know where he'd go, unless he was taking a dump in the back."
"OK. If he's not there, we'll go in anyway and if that's what he'd doing, we'll yank him off the pot," Sam said.
"And see on the register who checked in tonight" Ted added. Leroy and Butch remained silent. They felt like their lives were about to be over if they couldn't find Chet. They were aware that Ted and Sam were almost as mad as Jennings, and they already had been hit by all of them. Leroy kept rubbing his bruised jaw. It had not started to swell -- yet.
They pulled in at the motel again, and Ted jumped out. Going to the door he saw the sign was still there. Pushing it open, he went in. Hitting the counter bell brought no results, he went behind the desk and looked at the register. He came outside.
"Only one room tonight. It has a man's name but says it's rented for two people. The last one down the line. Let's go look there."
Jennings whirled the car around and then scratched off down the row. When he stopped at the end, he said "I'll start blowing the horn. Chet knows my horn. He's been hearing it ever since I learned to drive."
Inside, Walter had just started giving Chet a few excruciatingly slow strokes. The man was snapping pictures again.
Walter had a sadistic gleam. "Easy does it, Chet. Slow so you can savor each and every one. How does it feel?"
Chet groaned. It was tantalizing, but it was so slow it wasn't getting anywhere. Also about every third stroke Walter opened his hand so there was almost no feel to it.
That was the moment they heard tires squeal. Walter looked up. Then a horn started blowing outside.
"What the hell?" the man asked.
Walter stood up. "I've got to get back."
But Chet started shouting "JENNINGS! JENNINGS!"
Walter ran for the door, and was opening it when two giant linebackers crashed into the room, knocking him to the floor. Jennings was right behind them. The man ran into the bathroom, locking the door.
Chet sat on the bed, smelly, cum soaked, and still hard as hell. He couldn't get the cum to go down, and he found it hard to talk.
Jennings saw his wrists were handcuffed, and began looking for the keys. They, along with the keys to the man's car, were on the beat up dresser top.
Walter picked himself up and the linebackers grabbed him and held him. Walter looked at Chet in desperation.
"I didn't do anything. The man paid me to come down here and he took pictures. But I didn't kidnap Chet or handcuff him."
"Well at least you learned your victim's name" Jennings said, as he unlocked Chet's cuffs.
"We keep some forgotten bathrobes in the office. I'll go and get one for Chet."
Ted and Sam weren't about to let him go. "I'll get Leroy and Butch to walk him there. It'll teach him what we do to any guy who makes trouble for Chet, and give them something to do besides sit in the car with their thumbs up their asses." Ted was angrier than anytime Sam could remember.
"OK, Ted, then come back in and we'll see what we can do about the man in the bathroom."
Chet was rubbing his wrists. "I just want to go home. Guys, I don't want to press charges. I wouldn't want to stand up in court and say what they did to me. Honest, I couldn't take that."
Jennings nodded. Chet had been a best friend since 8th grade. He thought and added this idea, "And that would mean we'd have to report Leroy and Butch if we did. We'll have a lot more power over them if we don't report this. This gives us some great options about what we can do with them."
Sam suddenly sniffed and said, "Damn, Chet, you smell like cum."
Chet nodded. He rubbed his wrists, trying to restore circulation to them.
"But you're still hard."
"I never did get off. This is everybody else's cum on me. But I'll take care of all that once I get home."
Ted grinned. He never could resist needling Chet. "Yeah, I always did think you were really just a hand-job man at heart. No need for anything fancy, just you and your hand. I don't think you'll ever know the difference even if you could ever find a girl who'd put out."
Chet flipped him a bird. The humor was helping him restore his equilibrium. Then they heard noises in the bathroom. Jennings rushed the door and pounded furiously.
"Keep quiet in there or we'll break the door down."
The bathroom got very quiet. Chet stood up and Ted saw his backside. "Hell Chet, what'd they do to you butt?"
That was when Leroy and Butch came back with a bathrobe. "That Walter guy was really anxious to please us. He even offered to bring down a coke for Chet."
Chet took the robe, thankful to not to be the only guy standing around naked. He pointed at them and said "My backside is their work. All this stuff is their work. That man in the bathroom and the guy up front were only doing sex stuff...or trying to, anyway. It's these two that are responsible for every mark on me."
Leroy headed for the door. "I'll go get that coke for you now."
Sam's big hands grabbed him and kept him in place. Ted said "I'll go. I want to talk to that Walter guy anyway."
"Thanks" said Chet. "My mouth still takes like --"
He stopped, not wanting to confess to anything further.
"Cum" Sam said. "You reek of the stuff. Even Josh Raider didn't smell that bad last Saturday."
"What's that about?" Jennings asked, momentarily distracted by the surprising news.
"He wouldn't tell us, but we put him out of the car...buck naked. And we made him run after us to get his clothes back."
"I'd like to have seen that" Jennings said.
"I'll just bet you would" Sam said sarcastically. "But I thought it was Matt you had the hots for, not Josh."
"I don't have `the hots', as you call it, for anybody."
There was a crash in the bathroom, and they ran to the door. It was locked, and it took a moment to break it open. The bathroom window had been smashed out, and the man was gone.
They ran to the front and looked out. Ted appeared with a coke, which Chet drank thankfully. At the end of the parking lot a car started up and screeched off into the night.
They looked at each other. The man's car keys were still on the dresser. "Extra pair" Jennings said. "I keep a spare hidden under the fender myself.
"Let him go" Chet said. "This is the simplest way out." He looked down and saw his robe was tented out, but maybe the feeling was easing. He'd be thankful when that happened.
They went out to Jennings' car. Chet sat up front, while the linebackers along with Butch and Leroy piled into the back. Jennings looked at them through the rear view mirror as he started the engine. "You two know you're dead meat now, don't you?" Neither of them would answer.
As they pulled out onto the road, Chet felt a piece of paper in the pocket of his robe. Opening it, he read a phone number and the words "Call me sometime." It was signed "Walter."
(End of Chapter 19)
(Thanks again for your encouragement, ideas, insights, and suggestions. The next chapter will get back to Josh. -- Bart)