Chapter Twenty Three Ricky, Zack, Troy, and Josh
Ricky faced the last day of his punishment sporting an erection that wouldn't go away. He wasn't used to this lack of privacy and the inability to pursue his two-a-day habit. Once Friday came he would be back in school, able to wear clothes, given his privacy again, and ready to take on the world. He had already decided that with his new shaved area he could make money showing that off to the younger kids; he would just have to be selective in who he sold tickets to.
Beyond that, he wanted to get revenge on his brothers and on all the others who had used him over the last several days. That included Zack...in fact he might say most especially Zack. He would never have been suspended if Zack hadn't delayed kissing his dick for the students crowded into the school bathroom. Well...today Zack was getting his. Ricky giggled inwardly as he thought `A visit to the Dick doctor. That's a good one. Bet ole Zack will really enjoy himself with that man.'
Today it was Buck who came to untie him and send him to the bathroom. Ricky had hoped it would be Tip, which would give him another chance to draw him into a plan to get revenge on his other brothers.
His bone had started going down when he peed, but Buck swiped his hand across it a couple of times and it was rock hard again.
"Wait till tomorrow, Ricky. You can play with it all you please then." Buck smirked. Tormenting Ricky was really a lot of fun. Otherwise he could be so arrogant. Still sometimes he wondered if part of Ricky's problem was that they had treated him too much like a playing, chasing him and paddling him just for the fun of it.
The thought of paddling his brother made Buck start to get hard. Those times had been fun with Ricky's stretched across his lap, paddling him until his butt glowed, and then turning him over to reveal his dick hard and eager. They would howl with laughter at Ricky, who would run from the room red faced and with tears in his eyes. But that was a couple of years ago. He wondered if paddling Ricky pulled would get the same result now. That thought made him fully hard.
He hated that. If he didn't get some relief, he'd be at work all day wanting to get off. He took Ricky aside as they left the bathroom.
"Ricky, you want to blow me?"
Ricky cursed and said no.
"How about I turn you across my knee like we used to do, and see if that'll help you out?"
Ricky turned and glared. "Look, Buck, I'm cooperating. What more do you want?"
At that moment Buck could think of a lot of things he wanted, but he knew he could never get away with it this early in the morning. The best thing was to bide his time and go with Ricky to breakfast. But in Ricky's estimation, Buck had made a major mistake. He boned up and he obviously wanted to do things with his brother. Ricky knew that the way to control a guy was through his sex life. He could tell what was turning his brother on now. He could use that when he wanted to trap Buck. He smiled, figuring his day had started out pretty good after all.
After his brothers had left for work at the mill, Clem sat him down on the sofa in the living room, and brought out copies of the pictures he had made. Ricky burned with embarrassment as he saw himself being debased and humiliated. There even was one of Chester licking his balls with the gravy on them.
"Tomorrow you and I will go to the school. I'll get you reinstated. You'll be able to wear clothes and have privacy. But you have to understand that your undisciplined behavior ends now. If you give us more trouble I'll post these pictures everywhere. Also I will use that hair reduction salve on you again. You don't want that. This dose from yesterday, well it'll take a while for the hair to grow back, and it will be a little thin, but if I have to use it on you again, your hair won't grow back at all. It's irreversible. Do you really understand?"
Ricky nodded. He already was making plans for revenge.
Clem settled down and took a deep breath. "Now tell me about Josh."
"He's a wuss. You see how he worries about his mama asking him where his underwear is disappearing to. He's got no backbone, no balls."
"Well he'll get them tonight. When he comes over, he's going to have sex with you."
"No fucking way!" Ricky came up off the sofa trembling with rage.
"Well what do you think all this Josh stuff has been the last two nights? You need a calming influence. You need somebody around you who has a better balance on life than you do. You and Josh should be together."
"What is that supposed to mean? He's not moving in my room, I can tell you that right now!"
"Yet you moved in with Zack when you were afraid to come home."
"That's different. Anyway, Josh isn't getting into my bed at night."
Clem closed the trap. "OK, I can agree to that. Tonight he has you on the dining room table. That means for the rest of your life when you eat at the table, you'll remember what Josh did there. He took your cherry on it."
"Clem, don't. I don't want Josh hanging around here. Anyhow he has a home and parents, he'd never move in here."
"Probably not. But he'll be here tonight. And I'll make sure he sees you at school."
Ricky was defeated. He fought back tears. He would never cry in front of his brother. Oh sure Clem had whipped him in the past and made him cry, but that was a long time ago. He just needed to know one thing.
"Clem, why are you doing this?"
He already knew the answer, and he knew Clem would never admit it. Clem was doing it just because Clem could do it. That seemed to be the way the family operated for as far back as he could remember. He knew that somehow he never had a chance.
While Ricky was facing his last day of punishment, his former `partner in crime' was across town in the doctor's office. Zack Hawkins sat on the edge of the examining table, wearing only a thin paper gown which was open in the back. He didn't like anything about this at all. He had hardly been able to sleep last night. He was afraid of what the doctor might say or do. The nurse had said the doctor would see him shortly.
The door opened and a dark haired man in his late thirties entered, extending his hand in welcome.
"Zack, I'm Dr. Peters."
Reluctantly Zack shook hands.
"You want to slip that off so I can examine you? We can talk while I check you out."
He certainly didn't want to take it off, but he had no choice.
"Now spread your legs apart and lean back, using your arms to brace yourself."
Zack blushed. The doctor looked down at his crotch, his penis, all that stuff.
"I see you shave down there."
"No sir, some guys shaved me."
"I see." The doctor seemed to be thinking things over. After a moment, he quietly asked "What else did the guys do to you?"
Zack hesitated. Then a surprising thing happened. The doctor reached down and began holding his penis. Zack gasped. At first the doctor just held it, then slowly he began a gentle massage of it.
"Did they molest you?"
"I'm not sure what that covers" Zack replied honestly. His dick was having some life come back into it. He had not been able to masturbate or even have an erection since he had been sent home from school in disgrace. The fear of the dick doctor had been with him night and day. Now that the doctor was working on it, he felt better.
Gradually the story came out. He told how he and Josh were blackmailed by a teacher who video taped him having sex with Josh, how he made a DVD of it and the varsity squad came, took it back, and made him Enzo's slave. He had been shaved and forced to wear a cock cage, he wasn't allowed to ejaculate but Enzo and Ben had sex with him, how he was grabbed by a man down the street and along with Ricky was taken to a cabin, how they escaped and Ricky came to live with him. His dick was hard now and seemed to relish the doctor's magic fingers.
The doctor's manipulations were unlike anything he had experienced. He realized now why they called him the dick doctor. His breathing was becoming rapid.
"There's more?" the doctor asked.
"Yes" he said huskily, "Ricky had a plan to get younger kids to pay to see his dick and my shaved area, and finally we got caught when he wanted me to kiss his dick."
"You seem to have a large amount of semen pent up inside of you."
"Yes, after I got expelled I was so ashamed I couldn't jack off or anything."
"Well, don't worry. First I will get your load off you. That will give some relief. Then I'll put you on a sexual regimen. Things ought to start to improve rapidly. Here's a glass cup. Ejaculate into it."
What mystified Zack was that the doctor's manipulations were nothing like a hand job. It was like he was playing some delicate instrument where his fingers played and danced up and down, seemingly everywhere at once.
Zack began to tense. He wanted to grab his dick and whack himself off, but the doctor had him so caught up in the careful manipulation of the fingers that he couldn't bring himself to break the spell. He strained, tried to hold his breath, tried to get the most feeling while the fingers played. Then he tensed, his stomach muscles contracted, and as the fingers danced he shot off into the glass cup.
It was so tremendous he thought he would come up off the table. He gasped and shook. But still the fingers played.
"We're not through yet. We need to get all of this out." Zack struggled to stay calm as the doctor continued his ministrations, finally touching the head in a way to get out the very last drop. It was so sensitive that Zack gasped.
The doctor reached over and put the glass on his desk. He still continued to hold Zack's dick in the open palm of his hand. He looked down at it as if it were a sample he was inspecting. Then leaning close he began speaking quietly.
"You have been though a lot. That's what's affecting your sex life. I want you to keep yourself shaved down there. There's some stubble beginning to show. I'm scheduling you to come in this Saturday morning. I have a weekend assistant, a student at the University, who comes down on Saturdays to take care of things like this. His name is Jerry. You'll like him. He's closer to your age and perhaps you can talk to him about things you might not want to talk to me about."
Zack wondered if he should ask the doctor to move his hand. Perhaps reading his thoughts, Dr. Peters closed his hand, wrapping it around Zack's sensitive dick. Zack bent forward and made a tense face.
"You need to listen carefully. You'll come out of this fine, but only if you follow my instructions exactly. I will give you a letter to take home for your mother to give to the school. That will assure them that you are my patient and you are safe to be around other boys."
Zack looked horrified. Why would anyone think he wasn't safe to be around other boys? He opened his mouth but the doctor squeezed his dick.
"Listen, Zack. You don't want to get your name on a sex offenders' list at 16, do you? It would stay with you for the rest of your life. I'm trying to save you from a terrible fate. Do you realize how serious all this is?"
Zack was flabbergasted. How did things get so out of control? One minute he's in the boys' bathroom and now his whole life is threatened.
Dr. Peters released his dick and stood up. "I'll give you a pocket notebook. Between now and Saturday, write down every sexual fantasy you have. When you come back, read it to Jerry. I will rely on him to keep me apprised of your progress."
Zack nodded.
"Now I'll go and dictate a letter which my secretary will bring to you. You can dress and wait in my outer office."
He swept out of the room. Zack didn't know whether to be relieved or grab a waste basket and throw up.
Two hundred miles away at the state university, Troy Raider sat in his room studying. He still had not recovered from Dr. Peters' procedure over the weekend, but his penis was maybe a little less swollen than when it had been injected with the serum. His fraternity big brother Jerry, his roommate, had helped him avoid exposure so far. But the fact that Jerry was the one who had shaved his pubes when it wasn't necessary didn't make Troy feel very secure around him.
At the frat house, no one locked their rooms, so he wasn't surprised when the door opened and one of his senior brothers came in.
"Pledge?"
Troy stood up, the way they were required to do. "Sir?"
"Do you have something to show me?"
"Sir? No sir. You want to see what I'm studying?"
"I want you to show me what you've got."
"It's Calculus. Here." He picked up the book to hand to him.
"That's not what I mean, pledge."
Troy was puzzled. Often when you were a pledge, part of hazing was to ask for something that wasn't there, so you could be paddled for not having it. He thought this might be the case.
"I'm sorry, sir. I guess I don't have what you want."
"Well if you don't have it, you'd be the first one around here to go around without one. Drop your pants."
"Sir?"
"I want to see that monster dick I've been hearing so much about."
Troy felt betrayed. His problem was supposed to be a secret. A moment later Jerry came in. Obviously he'd been hiding in the hall.
"Show him your big hog dick, Troy" Jerry said, grinning maliciously.
"Yeah. We were talking about having a `show-and-tell' night with the pledges for our sorority sisters. You know, our house and their house get together and the pledges put on a show. We decided what your show-and-tell would be. We're just checking it out beforehand."
Troy felt dead inside. This is what he had dreaded. He knew if he went through with it, it would haunt him all the way through college. The tattoo had faded but not completely, and his dick still hung very long.
"Please don't. This is something very personal --"
He was interrupted by the visitor. "Do you drop your pants now, or do we have to pull them off you? Because if we have to do that, we'll run you stark naked down University Avenue where everybody can see you."
He dropped his pants and stood there in his boxer-briefs. The visitor snorted. "Damn! It looks like you've got a boa constrictor in there." The shorts poked obscenely down and out to one side. "How do you walk around with that, man? I mean, shit!" Then calming himself he said, "Quit stalling! Drop them too!" Troy did, and then stood back up.
"Hell," the guy said again. "That thing is huge, man. What the hell happened to it?"
"It got a tattoo that had to be removed" Jerry said.
"Why the hell did you tattoo your dick?"
Troy was ashamed and thrown off guard by these questions. "I didn't. I mean this kid caught me and tattooed it."
"Kid? What do you mean kid?"
"Well some guys had handcuffed me to a tree..."
"It's a long story" Jerry said. "Better save it till he can tell the whole fraternity."
"Can he swing that thing?"
"Swing it, Troy" Jerry said with a smile.
"I'm not supposed to this soon. The doctor said --"
"Well the doctor ain't here pledge, and if I say swing it, I mean swing it." The guy was getting angry.
Troy looked helplessly at Jerry, who just grinned gleefully. Reluctantly he reached down and swung it slightly. That was painful. He wondered if the fluid that had been injected would bruise the thing. After a moment, he stopped.
"Flip it like you were twirling a key chain" the guy said.
"I can't. It'll --"
"I said twirl it, pledge! If you want to stay in this fraternity, you twirl it now!"
Troy tried, but it flopped like blubber. He was greeted with derisive laughter. The guy said to Jerry, "He's gonna have a bad time when he has to jack off in front of everybody at the show-and-tell next week."
"Jack off? I can't. The doctor --"
"Where does he get all this doctor stuff, Jerry? I thought you said he was OK."
"Show him the tattoo" Jerry said. He liked his hold over Troy. He suffered enough from Dr. Peters' hold over him. This was a great change of pace. He liked his power.
Troy lifted his dick and held it out, holding the head on the palm of his hand. "You can see it's almost gone now."
The guy came close and peered at it, but obviously didn't want to touch it. `What's it say?"
"It says `dork' but it's very faint."
Jerry and the guy looked at each other. "Maybe we can have some sort of snake charmer skit and he pulls that thing out and starts slapping it at the other pledges."
Troy said nothing, just stood there with his pants and underwear at his ankles. He wondered if they knew how sexed up it made him feel to have a dick that size, even though he couldn't get it hard until the fluid was gone. That was the other part of his constant frustration. He wanted to get off in the worst way and he literally couldn't.
The other guy left. Troy said, "Jerry, why'd you do that? The things you make me do when we're alone are one thing, but when it comes to my future in the fraternity, that's something else entirely."
Jerry only smirked. Troy started pulling his boxer-briefs up. Jerry put out a restraining hand. "Not so fast, Troy. I need to see a little action here."
"What?"
"Start working it, and don't stop until I tell you."
"I've got a class at ten."
"Then start working fast."
"I keep telling you I'm not supposed to jack it. You know that."
"Time's wasting, Troy. No excuses."
Right after school, Gary arrived at Ricky's house, ready to have fun. He was leading his little crowd, having filled their ears with tales of his power over this Ricky guy. Squirt unwittingly gave credence to Gary's claim, since he was carried away with his own stories of masturbating, shaving, and participating in an enema session with Ricky.
Gary's group was a small collection he'd gathered from school, including one `almost 15' year old named Martin. The others were 12 and 13 year olds. Gary himself at 18 enjoyed the superiority of age, sexual maturity, and a swelled ego. He had his cohorts pulling a small red wagon such as children have. In it was a purple curtain, faded and crumpled.
They looked up at the window, where Ricky, hands bound behind him, stood waiting, legs spread. Down below Gary said with a smirk, "That's the way I like him, standing tall, spread out and waiting for whatever I want to do to him."
Martin kept looking up at the window. Slowly a grin spread across his face and he snorted.
"I remember him!"
The others turned to look. Even Gary looked irked that Martin was taking the spotlight.
In answer to their looks, Martin said "Me and my friends went camping a few weeks ago. This guy and another one escaped from some guys who were going to do awful stuff to them. So we took them prisoner and we really had fun."
A light went on in Squirt's head. Before he realized what he was about to admit, he said "That's the one my brother was at."
"Your brother?"
"Gunter."
"You're Squirt?"
Squirt knew that Martin would tell Gunter about his involvement here. That would mean he couldn't sneak up on Gunter in the bathroom any more since he would know Squirt knew about these things. Until now his bathroom interruptions of Gunter's jerkoffs was thought to be accidental.
Martin whistler, still looking at Ricky. "Dude, this is going to be an awesome afternoon."
Looking down from the table inside, Ricky recognized Martin. He called to Clem. They exchanged words; Clem paused, looked out, and then nodded in agreement. He went to let Gary in the back door.
"Where are you taking him?"
Gary looked very self-important. "To the ravine. We'll take him in the wagon with a purple robe to cover him and a crown on his head. People will think it's just a game. We just go two streets over and take that path down. Nobody will bother us there."
Clem considered for a moment. "All right, just remember the rule: he doesn't shoot off. He leaves here hard and he comes back hard."
Gary nodded. They both looked at Ricky. Gary asked "Do you want to make him hard or should I?"
"Be my guest."
A few moments later the little group started out. The three younger ones were having a hard time pulling the wagon across the grass, but on the sidewalk it got easier. Even so, it seemed to Ricky it barely crawled. He sat in the wagon, his hands bound behind him, his feet drawn up to his chin so he could fit in, his bone rock hard and jutting up between his legs. The paper crown on Ricky's head had a rubber band that hooked under his chin, holding it on. They set it at a raffish angle, and pulled the purple shower curtain around him as his robe. Although his dick might be visible, Ricky felt anyone stopping to look wouldn't really see it through the translucent material unless somebody made them, keep looking.
He had to sit unmoving or they would overturn and everything would be revealed. It was a bumpy ride, agonizingly slow.
They were almost at the trail to the ravine. Ricky was relieved no one had passed them. Then when they were almost safe, elderly Mrs. Singer, pert and perky as always, stopped to smile at them.
"Are you having a parade?"
"Yes ma'am", said Squirt. He patted Ricky on the back of the head just below the crown. "He's our king. Don't you like his robes?"
Ricky flushed but didn't move. He was rock hard and his hands were tied so he couldn't even wiggle a little or shift to hide his bone if she looked that close.
She smiled sweetly and peered through her glasses. She was standing a few feet away and probably couldn't see anything anyway. But Martin wasn't going to let things stop with that.
"Look at the design on his robe. Feel the slick material."
She drew closer and leaned down. Ricky wanted to kill Martin.
"Yes, very nice. Well I'll let you and your king go on your way. I need to get home." She bustled off, apparently not having seen anything.
Martin smirked. "Dude, you should have seen your face. I wish we had a camera."
"We do have a camera. A good one too" Gary said as they trudged along.
Martin regaled them with the story of Zack and Ricky, culminating with the account of Ricky being impaled on Zack's bone while they lifted him up and down to get off. Gary was so horned from listening that he thought he might cream himself before they ever got to their destination.
"I thought today might be your first time, Ricky. But that's no problem, we'll just think of some variations to make it unique." He reached down to nudge Ricky, and moved the purple shower curtain at the same time. It didn't come off, but moved closer to slipping.
The path down into the ravine had briars and thorns on both sides. Moreover it was rocky. The wagon almost turned over numerous times. Ricky silently cursed the whole operation. He needed to find out Gary's last name and if he had a younger brother in school. That way he could plot his revenge better.
At the clearing where a small stream trickled by, two guys Gary's age were waiting. They looked tougher than Gary.
"Let's see the goods" the first one said. Ricky didn't like the sound of that. He was under the impression it would just be them there.
Gary and Martin pulled the tarp off, and the two guys grinned. "Fun, man, fun." They crowded over.
"I told you" Gary said.
"Does he talk?" The second one asked.
"Sure, just pull on his dick and he'll say anything you want." As if in proof, he reached down and gave it a yank. Ricky cursed.
The two laughed as they watched. Martin spoke up, "I've got some brambles and spiky vines we can whip him with."
"Yep, we can really beat his meat with those." The two doubled over. They obviously considered people like Martin and Squirt to be mere children.
They pulled Ricky out of the wagon. Gary asked the group, "Which do we want first, his dick or his butt?"
The two checked signals with each other, then the taller one said "Let's start on his dick, then do his butt, and then finish back with his dick. Plus he can give us all blow jobs and lick our tight ass holes."
Martin was delirious. He had always wanted to know what a blow job would be like. "Me first!" he said.
Ricky cussed.
One of the two said "Yeah, I've heard about that bone. I'd like to see just how much punishment that thing can take."
"Then let's lay him across the wagon on his back" Gray said, "he'll be easier to manipulate that way."
He reached into his backpack and took a Q-tip out of a package. Ricky knew what was coming.
"Don't put it in dry" Ricky warned.
"Oh no, Ricky, I'll make sure it's nice and lubed."
The other two pushed him back across the wagon lengthways, with his legs then tied to either side of the back part. It kept him nicely spread out. His head rested on the front, which gave him a view of whatever they would be doing.
Gary came over holding the Q-tip like a magic needle. The tip was coated thickly with a white substance.
"See? Now keep still, because when I start in, it'll only be worse if you move."
Martin and Squirt gathered around as well. Taking Ricky's bone and parting the slit, Gray began the insertion. It was halfway down the channel when Ricky started screaming. Gary held his dick tightly.
"Don't move, you're only making it worse!" Gary insisted. When Ricky finally got control, with moist eyes he stared at Gary. Gary grinned from ear to ear, and continued to push the tip until only the other cotton-coated end was visible.
"All the way down, Ricky. Icy Hot, just for you. It really burns, doesn't it? Nice sensitive area. Bet that whole channel feels like it's on fire."
Ricky writhed in pain. It burned something fierce. Gary left it in there, then loosened the rope on his ankles. He turned him over face down so they could get his butt. When they coated a large dildo with the same thing and rammed it in, Ricky couldn't stop hollering.
That was when his brothers showed up. Clem carried a paddle, Buck a baseball bat, and Tip had a whip.
"Ricky warned us about Martin and I figured you would be up to something bad" Clem said. "Now all of you get out of here. Run!"
"That's my little brother's wagon" Martin wailed.
"Well pull it out the best you can." Throwing the curtain over Ricky, Clem said "We're going home." He released Ricky's hands so he could cover himself.
"My dildo!" Gary cried. His two buddies had already run, leaving him with Squirt and Martin.
"If you ever think you're man enough to take on the three of us, come by and get it."
Gary disappeared. Ricky was trying to get the circulation going in his hand so he could pull out the dildo and the tip.
"Leave them in until we get home."
"They burn. Besides I don't want to walk around with that thing in my dick. It feels weird every step I take."
Clem just smacked the paddle across the palm of his hand. The brothers started walking home. Ricky was walking with his legs spread wide, clutching the shower curtain around him. He would be glad when this day was over.
Josh got to Ricky's shortly after supper. The brothers were all waiting for him. He stepped in out of the darkness into the light of the living room. He could see Ricky standing on the table in the kitchen. He felt a twinge seeing his tall form, his tight muscles, his long dick hanging down.
"Welcome to the family" Clem said. Tip came up beside him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Ricky's waiting for you."
Buck stood to the side. Actually after nodding to Josh, he continued to gaze at Ricky's magnificent butt, imagining in graphic detail what it would be like to paddle it again, Ricky across his knee, feeling Ricky's bone harden and drip as the spanking reached full force. Then he forced himself to stop thinking of that.
"You want to strip down?" Tip asked.
"In front of everybody?" Josh was a little uncomfortable.
"You've been doing it two nights this week."
"Yeah, but it's beginning to feel creepy with everybody watching."
"You want to come in my room and strip?" Tip put his hand again on Josh's shoulder.
Josh nodded. Tip led him down the hall. Once inside Tip's room, Josh turned to him.
"Why can't I do this stuff with you?" He looked pleadingly into his eyes. "It would be a lot more fun."
"This isn't about fun, Josh. This is about establishing a relationship with Ricky so you can help him find his way in life." He began taking Josh's shirt off. Josh shifted uncomfortably.
"I can get this," he told Tip. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, shaking off his sneakers at the same time. Then he quickly pulled off his jockeys. He picked them up. "Don't let these get lost. My mom is going to wonder what's going on with them."
Tip noticed Josh was already hard. Maybe he wasn't totally hard, but Tip knew what to do. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around Josh's dick. Josh gasp, a deep trembling sensual sound. So many strange things had happened to him within the last few days that he felt like he didn't know where he stood on anything.
Tip liked Josh's reaction, and could feel the moisture dripping from the head onto his fist as he grasp him. Josh bent double but didn't try to get free. Tip thought that was significant. He kept his hold but leaned close to Josh's ear and asked, "Are you close?"
For a second Josh frowned, then realized what Tip meant. "Yes." He could barely speak. The real problem was that he didn't want to shoot off on Tip and yet he didn't want Tip to let go.
But Tip did let go, then grabbed Josh and threw his arms around him in a bear hug. His hands slipped down to Josh's smooth butt and stayed there. In the midst of the hug his hands started pulling Josh's butt cheeks apart. He knew Josh was dripping all over the front of his pants, but he wanted to send Josh out primed to take Ricky and really plow him.
"Go to Ricky now" he whispered in his ear, then slipped his finger into Josh's hole. Josh jumped and quivered. That was always his own signal to get ready to shoot. Now Tip was doing it to him. He wanted it to last forever.
But it didn't. Josh took a deep breath and went back up front. Tip stayed in his room, taking out some of the pictures they had made of Josh and Ricky over the past few days.
Josh went up to Ricky, his bone slick. Clem and Buck were standing there.
"I can't do this in front of you guys" Josh said.
They nodded. Clem gave him the final instructions. "He's had enough enemas to be clean for a week. Here's a condom. Have Ricky put it on you."
"I practiced with one once so I think I know."
"That's not the point, Josh. Ricky's putting it on you signals his acceptance of what's going to happen, it's his service to you in return for the service you're going to give him. Get up on the table so he can do that, then you can decide what position you want him to be in."
Ricky still said nothing. Josh climbed up and handed the condom to Ricky. Then he frowned at Clem, and the two brothers backed away into the living room.
Josh whispered to Ricky, "I'm sorry. I would never want to do this in this way."
Ricky took his bone and got ready to unroll the rubber. "It's OK. I guess if somebody had to do it, I'd just as soon it's you." He positioned the condom at the head. His fingers were touching Josh's dick as he began.
Josh quivered as the rubber was unrolled. It felt like his dick was turning to glass. Heat emanated from Ricky's body. Josh put a trembling hand on Ricky's thigh to steady himself. He looked down at the fingers unrolling the condom: strong hands that were being very gentle.
Ricky was finished, but his fingers stayed there. He had never felt a guy's bone with a condom on it. There was a sort of rubbery magic to it, as if he had found a new and wonderful toy. In a quiet whisper he told Josh, "They hurt me this afternoon. They rammed stuff up my butt."
"Your brothers?"
"No, some guys they let play with me by the ravine. But after my brothers came they were slow to help me pull things out. Anyway if I wince (and I'll try not to), don't stop. Just go ahead and get it over with."
"I'll be careful. In fact" Josh paused, having an idea, "let me look at your butt now and maybe I can try a different plan. Let go and bend over."
When Ricky exposed his butt, pulling his cheeks wide for Josh, he could see it was red. He felt really sorry for anybody who was forced to do stuff and who had no escape. The usually mild Josh had a bold plan.
"Clem, could you come here?"
Clem came over. "Ricky's really sore back there. Don't make him go thorough this. Let him fuck me if somebody's gotta be fucked tonight." Josh indicated Ricky's butt.
A wave of something flooded through Ricky. Never in his life had somebody offered to take his punishment for him.
"That's not the arrangement, Josh. You look like you're primed. Now get to work."
Josh felt the testosterone running through his system. "If we can't do it that way, then I quit. I'm going home."
"No you're not, Josh." Then turning toward the hall, he called "Tip! Bring those pictures!" Even before Tip got there, Clem had picked up the big paddle. He popped it across his open hand several times.
"Think carefully, Josh."
Josh wasn't scared. He usually reacted to tense situations by getting stubborn. This time was no different. But he did feel a twinge when Tip came up and began showing him pictures of himself and Ricky.
Tip explained as he leafed through the pictures, "If your folks or the guys on the team got hold of these, what do you think they'd say? Would the guys want you for their quarterback? Football players don't usually enjoy having a gay teammate. Especially in the showers."
"They already kid me and say I'm gay."
Clem spoke up. His tone was harsh. "But there's a world of difference between saying a guy is gay and knowing a guy is gay. Once they know it, they won't want you around when they shower and dress. Even in class fully dressed they won't want you looking at them. So GET STARTED!"
"I'm not going to hurt Ricky. He doesn't deserve that."
Clem was getting really angry. "How in the hell do you claim to know what Ricky does or doesn't deserve? Whatever happens, you're going to have Ricky tonight. We can do it with you going ahead, or we can do it with your butt busted, bruised, and red, but either way you're doing it."
Josh still stood on the table with Ricky, his dick still erect in the rubber. Ricky put an arm around him and said quietly, "Go ahead, dude. They'll never break me. Let's get this thing over. Maybe you can give me a blow job afterward to make up for it."
Poor Josh. All he could think to say was "I never gave a blow job...well a teacher made me and Zack --"
"Just do it!" Ricky barked. He knew what Clem could be like when he was mad, and Clem was definitely mad. Ricky got down and leaned over the table bracing himself. Josh got ready for the insertion.
He lubed his dick and he lubed Ricky's hole. Ricky gave a wince and then a sigh as Josh's fingers, two of them, slipped inside and began to gently massage the tender area. Then he pulled them out, got lined up, and slowly inserted his dick.
He had never been inside a guy before. It only took a little effort to get through the entrance. After that it felt great. He liked the way the rubber made him feel, like he had a special power. He even thought he'd try to buy some rubbers just to have fun with.
He began to develop a rhythm as his thrusts started to build. Then reaching under Ricky he used his right hand to wrap around Ricky's dick. It got hard the minute he touched it. That was such a great feeling to know he was manipulating everything that turned Ricky on. Then with his left hand he started pinching Ricky's nipples. The tips were like little pencil erasers, but they got hard to the touch.
Ricky's butt seemed to close around his dick. Ricky's bone seemed to swell and tense. He loved this feeling. He could do this with Ricky forever. He had never had the chance for a sexual experience that wasn't somehow being forced on him. He really liked this thing.
He shut his mind to where he was and the fact that the other family members were watching. He loved Ricky's dick. It was so big and so much fun to work on. He was making a pattern of thrusts inward and pulling the bone outward at the same time.
"Yeah, dude!" Josh said, drawing on Ricky's favorite expression. "Good ass, good bone!" Then he moved his other hand to slap Ricky on the butt. "Yeah, fuck you! Fuck this is great! I could jerk you and fuck you forever!"
It happened faster than Josh had imagined. He was pumping away, jerking for all he was worth, and Ricky was tensing and breathing heavily, then suddenly he could feel Ricky's dick squirt, his butt muscles clench, and then Josh was squirting off into the rubber for all he was worth. He banged Ricky's butt with a vengeance, forgetting about how Rickey might feel until he heard Ricky groan. But he couldn't stop himself, this was too great. This was the best thing in the world! He wanted to do this forever!!!
Finally he collapsed on Ricky's back. He was gasping for breath. Ricky seemed to be exhausted too. He laid his head on Ricky's spine and reached in front to touch his nipples. They were really nice nipples, and they had stayed hard. He liked the way they felt. In fact he liked everything about Ricky.
"Thanks, Ricky" Josh said sincerely.
Without speaking, Ricky nodded.
Josh pulled out and pulled off the rubber. He was amazed at how much cum was in it. He and Ricky looked at each other.
"Want to go back to my room?" Ricky asked.
End of Chapter 23
(Thanks for all your comments. If it will help you keep the people straight, I have compiled a list of the characters in the story, just names with brief comments. If you want a copy, drop me an email. -- Bart)