Chapter Twenty Seven Plots, Schemes, and Storm Clouds
Nothing since the Grove Hill game in November galvanized the varsity into action like the Saturday attack on Ryan. That Sunday morning the varsity was tough and tight in their feeling that Grove Hill had to pay. Particularly that Jason Bratton and Rico Sanchez had to pay, and big time too. They planned to get Jason's sidekick Ken Hale along with them.
Jennings awoke fuming about a number of things that had happened lately. He still couldn't get over Chet acting gay, and particularly fucking Josh in this very basement. He looked over at the sofa and winced. Chet was his oldest friend. How could he do that?
Then there was the matter of revenge on Grove Hill. He had already sent word to the team about Ryan, stating that no one was to stare at him in the shower or make any comments. He had now put Sam and Ted on the trail of a doctor who could remove the indelible ink from his dick-head and balls.
The next thing on his schedule was to talk with Chet and sort out what was really going on with him. After that he had to get ready to give the team the annual captain's talk' before spring practice officially began tomorrow. The talk was required by the coach, but Jennings thought it was a farce. He had to tell them that spring training required them to keep it in their pants.' No sex, no messing around, no playing with yourself. That always made the younger guys, the new ones, look shamed faced. No one would look at each other. One or two would blush. He remembered his first time to hear the talk. The captain had said that guys who masturbated always got a black hair in the palm of their hand. He noticed guys around him all started secretly looking at their palms. That had cracked him up.
But over it all, the specter of Chet having gay sex in his basement really got to him big time. He didn't understand the reason for his feelings, but the more he thought of Chet the angrier he got. He knew he had to get control of his feelings so he could concentrate on getting revenge on Grove Hill.
Ryan Stanford, the center of this controversy, awoke, stretched, and realized his underwear was stuck to him. Josh's briefs felt good, but that pasted feeling meant he had experienced one of those things in the night. He was surprised it could happen this soon since he had had an orgasm in Grove Hill, then in the car, and finally had done that thing like Josh did, as he went to sleep. He decided maybe the ink painting had made his body produce more fluids.
He stretched, decided Josh's briefs felt better on him than his own did, and was about to get up and go to the bathroom when his littlie brother Cody bounded in. At 14, Cody was the focus of the family's attention and the class clown in school. His mother overlooked things and said he was mischievous,' and his father said he was a chip off the old block.' Ryan thought Cody was a pain in the butt. (They didn't use strong words in Wyoming unless they had to).
He dashed over to the bed, pulled the covers back before Ryan could stop him, and grinned.
"No more flannel pajamas, bro?"
Ryan noticed Cody's eyes were on his crotch, where things were visibly stuck. He tried to cover himself and began pulling the covers back up. They got into a tug of war. Cody's strength lay in surprising his victim, and Ryan's powerful arms sometimes took a minute to jump into gear.
As they struggled, Cody said "How'd you manage to stick that thing so tight in there? I thought you were Mr. Perfect who never touched himself."
Remarks like that kept Ryan off balance. He had never enjoyed sex talk, and he didn't know why Cody and his friends were always involved in what seemed like sexual conversations. He was hopeful that moving here would give Cody a better choice of friends. But after his own experience yesterday, he doubted it. His father getting transferred here so suddenly had put the whole family under stress. Cody seemed to be the one having the hardest time adjusting.
Finally in frustration, Ryan threw the covers back, jumped out of bed, and dashed for the bathroom. Cody was in hot pursuit, and pushed his way inside before Ryan could get the door completely closed and locked. They stood facing each other. That was when Cody saw the red head though the material. He looked surprised, then grinned.
"Whatcha got there, Ryan?" He pointed at the head, stuck tightly against the briefs. It was an angry red, made worse by the way it had twisted during the night and gotten stuck.
Ryan resented the way Cody seemed to be preoccupied with nudity and sex. If he could bring himself to say it, he would say Cody was fixated on his penis. Lately he tried to follow Ryan into the bathroom, or watch him get dressed, or sometimes just stare fixedly at his crotch. He felt like telling Cody, "It's not going to run away. Quit staring at it."
"Cody, dad doesn't know about this. Until mom gets back, I want this kept quiet."
"What do I get in return?" He had a crafty grin.
Ryan needed to pee. Quickly he peeled his briefs down, wincing as his dick came away from the material. He pointed it at the toilet. Cody caught a glimpse of his balls.
"Wow! Red dick and black balls. Some kind of initiation?"
The flow started and Ryan looked down, aiming it carefully. Today even touching it gave him a different sensation than he had ever had.
"Let's keep this quiet for now."
"If I agree, bro, can I watch you exercise?"
Ryan didn't like that. Cody watched him in a way that made him uncomfortable. "Well...I guess."
"Nude?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Dad! Hey dad, come up here!"
Ryan shook it and flushed as he reluctantly agreed, "OK, but just this once."
Cody smiled. "`We'll see, bro" he said and dashed out. In the hallway he called back "Hurry, Ryan, dad's putting breakfast on the table now!"
Across town, Chet woke up with his dick harder than he could ever remember. It felt like it had turned to stone. He was frustrated, confused, angry and a number of other emotions, but mostly he wanted to get off in the worst possible way.
He paused a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed Cindy. They needed to come to terms on the subject of sex.
Josh got a call at 10:30 from Sam and Ted.
"Hey good buddy, we've got some news you are really gonna love."
"What's that?"
"Ted and I just got back from Grove Hill. My uncle is a doctor there, and we figured if the team over there were painting guys' dicks and balls, he must have found something to help cope with that. It turns out I was right. We picked up some stuff from him, and since it needs somebody to put it on and since you are Ryan are such suck buddies--"
"That's not true! I was just helping him out."
"Well, little buddy, you've got the chance to do it again. Now listen: this stuff has to be applied daily for a week. It has to cover the affected area exactly, not going over the line but not leaving any uncovered. So it takes somebody to put it on." Sam paused. "Are you interested?"
Josh was. His breath started getting loud and he was almost dancing on one foot and the other. He touched his crotch and enjoyed the feeling. Life was good.
"Now, like always, we have certain conditions you have to meet to get this assignment. We'll talk to you about it."
"OK. I'm pretty sure I can do whatever you guys want me to." In the excitement of the moment he was willing to agree to anything.
"Be out front in 20 minutes. We'll pull up and go for a ride while we explain all this to you."
"OK."
"Um...Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you clean?"
`What?"
"You've smelled like cum the last two times you've been in the car."
"Last night doesn't count! I was helping Ryan out-" He could hear them laughing. "Aw you guys, give me a break."
Josh was standing out front when the linebackers drove up. Ted leaned back and opened the rear door for him. When he was seated, while they sat there, Sam turned to him.
"This stuff won't take the ink away. Time is the only thing that'll do that. But it will reduce the color so that it won't be as obvious. And the doctor says doing it for longer than a week won't help at all.
"It leaves a stain, so Ryan will have to strip out of his jeans and briefs. You will really need to wash your hands good afterwards too."
Josh grinned just thinking about it. Ted leaned back further and put his hand on Josh's shoulder.
"Now for the conditions. First, you can't wear any underwear until spring training is over."
"Guys-"
"Second, you're to stick with Ryan, help him meet the guys, make sure nobody kids him about the paint job."
Josh nodded.
"Third, if we have other rules, you will follow them without question."
Josh wasn't sure how much that encompassed, but to get to `paint' Ryan it would be worth it.
"Do you agree?"
"Sure."
Sam started the engine. Ted said "Then climb over into the front seat with us now. Lay with your head in Sam's lap and your butt in mine."
"Why do I have to do that?"
Sam cut the engine and Ted said "Get out. We'll get someone else to help Ryan."
"Wait!" Josh said, hastily climbing over. When he was in place, Sam started the engine. Ted began unbuttoning Joes's jeans as Josh squirmed.
"That's our little buddy...right where we want him."
Josh giggled. It was sort of fun being treated like a little kid. Sam took one hand off the wheel and played with pinching Josh's nose. Ted's unbuttoning and unzipping continued. Josh began to squirm as his jeans were pulled down. He drew up his knees so Ted could pull off his loafers and then slip the jeans off. Then he started in on the briefs.
Josh squirmed. Ted was pulling his briefs in a different way, hooking a finger in the leg holes and pulling down from there. It gave his fingers easy access to all Josh's private parts. Sam kept patting his face, finally running a finger across his lips. That was when Ted got the briefs completely off and started playing with Josh's dick.
Josh bucked and squealed. Finally he gasped, "Ted, Sam's hard!" His head was bouncing in Sam's lap.
"How can anyone tell?" Ted asked, "it's so small-"
"It's bigger than yours" Sam responded.
That was how the ride went. They returned Josh to his home with his jeans pulled up and his briefs stuffed in his pocket. Both linebackers had run their large hands all over Josh's body, enjoying the cries and shouts from Josh.
As they gave him the jar of salve for Ryan, Josh asked "Any chance we could get him in the Dairy Squad?"
They grinned back. "There's always a chance. Maybe it depends on how much you do for us."
Josh knew they were kidding about that last part, but they also said "Remember that in the Dairy Squad, nobody rats on anybody else. We never tell anybody else what's going on. This stuff stays secret, right?"
Josh nodded, then dashed happily inside. He knew his jeans were damp in the crotch area, and wished he could have kept wearing briefs.
Chet was growing more frustrated. At first Cindy wasn't home. He figured she had gone to church with the rest of her family. But when he finally reached her later, she didn't seem interested at all in going out with him. Their relationship had slowly deteriorated over the last several weeks.
He tried jacking off but he really couldn't get into it. He still had the problem of the rock hard bone. His balls had churned too much lately, and nothing seemed to give relief. Certainly not a hand job. He wanted somebody human, not just his own fist. Finally he summoned his courage and called Josh.
Unfortunately Josh said he was busy, he had somebody coming over that afternoon. Chet decided to watch some playoffs on TV, and faced the prospect of a sexless afternoon.
The Stanfords had finished lunch when Josh called. Ryan was elated about the salve, and said he could come over right away. Cody was standing nearby and motioned to Ryan to cover the phone.
Ryan looked at him, irritated. "What?"
"What about the exercises you said you would do for me?"
"This is important. I'll do them later."
Cody turned and called, "Dad?"
Ryan flinched and quickly said "I promise."
"No matter what?"
"Yes, no matter what."
"What, Cody?" his dad called from the living room.
"I've got a new friend named Ace. Can I go over to his house this afternoon?"
"Yeah, just don't be gone too long."
Cody gave Ryan a certain look. Ryan would learn to beware when he saw it. But for now, Cody was just his little brother who liked to get away with things. Turning back to the phone, Ryan concluded the conversation with "I'll be over shortly."
When Ryan got to Josh's, the first thing he did was return the briefs with the apology, "I didn't have time to wash them and I knew you wanted to get them back."
"Right. My mom sometimes gets things on her mind and won't let them go. She claims I keep loosing my briefs." He was glad to get the briefs unwashed because they still had the feel of Ryan in them. He was standing there in shirt and jeans with no underwear on. His dick had stopped dripping and he wasn't hard any more. He almost wished Ted and Sam had finished jerking him off in the car, but they were only playing and never went very far when they had him that way. It was just a dick tease. They said to go further would make them gay, so they stopped before the climax.
They talked briefly, then Josh suggested "You want to get out of your clothes so we can get started."
"I appreciate you doing this for me." He kicked off his loafers, pulled off his jeans and briefs, and then asked "Shirt too?"
Josh, who had never passed up an opportunity, said "Might as well. Will it bother you if I'm dressed and you're naked?" He didn't know what he'd say if Ryan said it did.
The tall, rangy jock with the straw dusted hair shook his head. Josh knelt down in front of him, noticing how the hair on his legs was a little curly, making it look windblown.
He looked up and saw the bottom of Ryan's balls, the tip of his dick all circumcised with a slit that winked when he moved, and then miles and miles of Ryan all the way to his neck and head. Josh felt like he was looking up at some giant Wyoming timber towering above him.
He decided to do the balls first, which would give more time to work on his dick. He dug into the jar and coated his fingers with the stuff. Then reaching up slowly, he began a circular massage. Ryan winced for a moment and his dick swung nicely.
"Sorry" Josh said.
"No problem. It was just cold." Ryan paused, then added "Back home, we didn't touch guys' stuff."
"I understand." Josh began the massage again. The hairs on Ryan's balls were still soft, and there weren't that many. The skin of the balls looked like they had goose bumps there. He wondered if his would look the same way close up.
He crawled between Ryan's legs to work on the back side of the balls. The cream seemed to temporarily cover the color on them, but he knew when it dried they would still look black. But maybe by the end of the week, they would have faded some.
It was fun to see them pull up slightly as he touched them, and then drop back when he stopped. He decided to give them a second coat.
Then suddenly Ryan went rigid, gasped, and said `Excuse me" and went over to Josh's dresser, where he gripped the two ends of the top. Josh saw his back straighten, his legs go rigid, and his muscles tense. He was breathing deeply. Josh got up from the floor and started over. Ryan heard him and said "Please. Don't come over yet."
Josh stopped. "Is something wrong?"
"Don't look at me" Ryan said, "but I can't go through this. I'll just have to live with the colors."
Josh didn't want that to happen. He came up behind him and put his hand on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan trembled, gave an anguished sound, and then turned facing Josh.
"See?" Ryan's dick was suddenly bone hard, pointing up at his belly and dripping at the head. "I can't expect you to work with me when this happens. It wouldn't be fair to you to have to work with somebody with a sex problem."
"That's no sex problem, that's natural." Josh still had his hand on Ryan's shoulder, but now he patted him reassuringly. Instead Ryan tensed even more.
"It never happened before."
Josh found that amazing. "It's never been hard before?"
"Not when any other guys were around. I mean at night sometimes or when I wake up in the mornings, but never in the locker room or the showers. If any guy ever got hard that way, they'd have been kicked off the team."
Josh realized Wyoming must be another century, another world. He was totally boned. He had been that way since the first moment he touched Ryan's balls. Apparently Ryan never noticed it, never looked down, or maybe he was a guy who thought it was wrong to look at another guy's crotch area.
"Ryan...look at me."
Ryan turned, looking into Josh's face. "What?"
"Look down. See? I'm hard too." Josh's erection was poking against the leg of his jeans. The head was definitely noticeable.
Ryan gulped, swallowed hard, and cleared his throat. In an unsteady voice he asked, "What does it mean?"
"Ryan, it doesn't mean anything. It just means that sometimes stuff happens."
Ryan seemed unsure. Josh took command. "Let's talk about other stuff while I get to work taking the red off the head of your dick, OK?"
Ryan sighed. "OK, where do I stand for that?"
Josh pulled up a chair, got the salve on his fingers, and slowly touched the tip of Ryan's bone. Ryan flinched and made some gasping sounds.
"Steady, Ryan. Don't look down. It's worse if you watch me doing it. I have to lift it up to get all of it. They did a thorough job when they painted it. They got the ridge and groove and everything. Look out the window and talk about something entirely different."
Josh's fingers massaged the ointment in. Ryan struggled to talk but his voice kept trembling.
"Do you have a younger brother?" Ryan figured asking questions would occupy his mind, instead of the feeling of those fingers that were dancing and touching down there.
"Yes, his name's Pete. We share the same bathroom; his room's on the other side."
"Well my brother Cody has been acting really weird lately. He tries to watch me getting dressed, and even tries to follow me into the bathroom. That isn't normal."
"Well when a kid starts to go through puberty, stuff can happen."
"Does your brother do that?"
"Pete? No, he's only 10. But he's got a friend Tommy who's ten too who sounds a lot like your brother."
"Cody is 14. I didn't know how developed he was getting until he walked into the bathroom to use the shower and I was just leaving. I don't think I had that much development at his age."
Josh's fingers slid and polished, applying as much salve as he could. Ryan seemed to be in a trance.
"And balls, man I've never seen a 14 year old with balls that big. And-" he paused a moment, then began to tremble all over. "And I am...afraid I'm...going to-" He never got any further. Josh felt the dick start to tremble, shake and then violently snap up and down as cum erupted all over the place. Some got on his face and hands, some splashed all over Ryan's chest and abdomen, and some just dripped down on the floor.
Ryan covered his face in his hands. "I don't know what happened. I'm sorry Josh."
Josh put an arm on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. That happens to me all the time."
Ryan looked at him in amazement. "What do you do about it?"
"Well sometimes I just get relief the best way I can."
Ryan looked at him. Josh handed him some tissues and he began cleaning himself off. He wondered if Josh meant what he thought he meant. The problem was that if he asked and that wasn't what Josh meant, it would make him sound terrible.
"What exactly, Josh?"
"Remember what I used my hand to do to you in the car last night?"
Ryan blushed. The image of that and the thought that he had done that in bed last night made his face turn crimson. He nodded.
"Then do it before you get in a situation where it's liable to get hard."
Ryan's dick had gone down now. Josh, on the other hand, could hardly move without his bone getting massaged by his trousers. The briefs would have been soft, but his jeans weren't. The head was leaking like crazy.
"You want to lie down on your back, and pull up with knees? I need to make sure we got the back side of your balls." It would also give him a great view of Ryan's hole. Plus he got a kick out of making Ryan do stuff for his enjoyment.
As he crouched between Ryan's raised legs, widespread to give access to his balls (and his hole too, Josh thought), he no longer cared how boned he was. It didn't matter if Ryan noticed. This was the chance of a lifetime, and if he didn't make the most of it now, he might not ever have the chance again.
Ryan gave a little groan as Josh's fingers touched his balls. They were still acting like a full load was in them; they hadn't relaxed or dropped even after firing their load. Josh wished there was a way he could stick his finger up Ryan's butt again like he did last night, but he was afraid to try to. As he rubbed the salve and looked at the hole, he grinned happily.
Ryan looked down his body to where Josh was. `What's so funny down there? Is something wrong with me?"
Josh blushed. "No. Sorry. I guess my mind wandered." He gave one last touch to the balls, and pulled himself back. "That does it, I guess. You can get up now."
Ryan stood, and before dressing he said "I appreciate all you do for me, Josh. Rubbing that stuff on me, and last night when you put my...well you put it in your mouth. Didn't it taste terrible? They made you swallow it. How could you do that?"
Josh put on a very serious expression. "Well, Ryan, in this life we do things we have to do, with no questions asked."
"Thanks. You're a real pal."
Josh watched him get dressed. Ryan faced away modestly, but that was all right with Josh. He enjoyed seeing his butt just as much as looking at that fine dick.
"Ryan, everything's going to be OK tomorrow. There'll be a bunch of new guys coming out for spring practice, and you can get lost in the crowd if you want to. After practice we can put the salve on over there. I'll catch up with you then."
Ryan thanked him. As he went down the front walk, Josh stood in the doorway watching him leave, watching that butt move as Ryan walked away.
Once he had gone, Josh couldn't wait to jerk off.
Over at Ace Johnson's house, Josh was on view for Cody. Well, not actually in person, but his image on Ace's computer screen was. Cody was watching wide eyed.
"He's doing that in front of those guys?"
Ace grinned. "He didn't know I had a hidden camera in my computer. He wanted me to find who put a naked picture of him on the Internet. So I made him show me what the picture was like, and he posed for us."
"Who are the younger guys he's jerking off in front of?"
"Two friends. I kind of set him up. When the time comes, I'll show it to him and say if he doesn't do everything I tell him to, I'll report him as a child predator or whatever."
Cody was hooked. "That's awesome, dude. Have you got any more?"
Ace grinned. "I've got Josh and my brother messing around in bed. He finger fucks Josh and makes him cum and then shoots off."
"Can I see it?"
Ace paused. "You're so new. I trust you, but do you really have the balls for stuff like this?"
"Have I got the balls? I'll show you who has the balls!" Quick as a flash Cody pulled down his gym shorts and briefs, and pointed to a small dick very erect surrounded by the biggest balls Ace had ever seen.
"Wow! They're even bigger than my brother's and he's going to be a senior."
He ran that video for Cody. He watched Cody's crotch and wondered how big a load of cum he could shoot with balls like that.
"Man I wish I could get stuff like that on my brother." After a moment he asked, "Has your brother seen it yet?"
"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right moment. Our folks would purely crap if they ever saw that, and I think Steve will be willing to do anything to keep me from showing it to them." Ace grinned with the thought, and then squeezed his legs together. The thought of controlling his brother always made him drip.
Cody debated something in his head, then made up his mind. "Ace, here's what I want to do to get my brother. I want to get a paddle, get somebody to really paddle me bad, and then hide the paddle in my brother's room. That night at dinner I'll complain and say Ryan paddled me so hard I can't sit still. He'll be surprised and deny it. I'll pull down my britches and show my dad, who will be furious. Ryan will say he doesn't even own a paddle, and I'll tell dad I can show him where Ryan keeps it. So we'll go to Ryan's room and I'll pull it out and say that's where he keeps it. They'll punish Ryan, and I can tell him if he ever fails to do anything I tell him, I'll claim he's beaten me again."
Ace looked at him in amazement. "That's a whole production you've got planned there, Cody." He thought a minute. "There are some roadblocks you ought to consider."
"What do you mean?
"The most obvious is what if they take you to the doctor and he thinks you need to stay in the hospital overnight? That leaves your brother at home to sort things out with your folks. There's always the possibility the doctor or hospital will call Child Protection Services and move you out of your house and put you in another home. Also even if it all goes your way, there's no fun in having him powerless. You want him to think there's a way out...even if there isn't. A guy will do a hell of a lot more if he thinks there's even the remotest chance he'll finally be free."
They both laughed. To Cody this sounded delicious. "You mean like what you are planning to do with your videos?"
"Yeah. Promise to give him the video and destroy all copies if he'll do something. But make sure that something you have him do will look worse when he does it. It's like leading someone down into the basement, one step at a time. You're saying `Just one more thing, one more step.'"
"OK, let me ask about this then. I made him promise to exercise nude tonight and let me watch him. Would that get me anything?"
"That could be. If you could film it and threaten to show your folks, he might be willing to do more the next time, like maybe put on a show. But you secretly film that, so you're one step further down."
"I don't have any kind of camera, particularly one that could film video."
"That's where I come in. I've got a small camera with a lot of memory. It looks like a belt buckle, so you just touch it when you want it to start and stop. Film him tonight and let me look at it and see what things that brings to mind."
Both guys were really horned by this time. Ace got an inspiration. "You want to see some of my brother beating his meat? It's wild, man."
Cody had never seen a video of anything sexual. As he watched Steve in the scenes in his bedroom, twisting and straining and grabbing his balls, it was a turn on. And the scenes of him while was shaved made it even better, looking like maybe a 10 year old with a monster bone.
When it was over, Ace asked "You gonna go home with a bone like that?" He looked at Cody's bulge.
"You go a better idea?"
Their eyes both gleamed with something unspoken. Ace unzipped and Cody followed suit. They sat side by side on the edge of Ace's bed, their shorts and briefs down at their ankles. Cody knew he had the biggest balls, but Ace out did him by a mile with that bone of his.
Each worked his own dick, glancing sideways to check out how the other did it and just enjoy the companionship of grunts and groans as they got nearer. Ace was flabbergasted when Cody shot. There was a big splash and cum erupted onto the floor and well as all over him. He didn't know a guy could shoot that much. He knew from that moment he and Cody would have to be best friends. They could help each other get their brothers.
For Cody it was the first real experience since they had moved here. The family had been upset over his dad losing his job and having to move, but now he had a guy who could be his best friend and aid him in really getting Ryan. The world was finally looking up.
Chet's search for sexual fulfillment hadn't produced anything so far. He sat at home on this Sunday afternoon, totally frustrated and completely horned. After his recent sexual experiences, beating his meat didn't really do it for him any more. He had to have something better, something real, or more real than his hand at least. So he was relieved when the phone rang and it was Jennings. He had been afraid Jennings was still mad about him and Josh. It turned out Jennings was inviting him to come over.
Jennings sat alone in his basement waiting for Chet. He had debated in his mind all day how to handle this thing about Chet's attempt to know if he was gay. He knew the first thing he had to do was to prevent Chet from experimenting any more. No more trying to play with guys to see if he leaned that way. He had thought it through carefully, and had made his mind up on a course of action.
When Chet knocked, Jennings opened the door. "Come on in, Chet."
He led him over to the sofa, made him sit down, and then stood in front of him as he explained things.
"Chet, you're just about my best friend. I think the world of you. And I can't let you fall into this sex pit you seem to be wandering on the brink of."
Chet tried to speak, but Jennings raised his hand. Chet was uncomfortable because he was still so horny that even without being boned up he still felt like he wanted to be that way.
"Chet, I'm gonna work through this with you, and maybe by graduation you'll be clear about your sexual preferences. Here's what I've got."
He held up a brand new cock cage. Chet stared at him in bewilderment.
"Chet, I love you like a brother. I'm going to put this on you until you come to your senses. We'll meet and talk regularly, and when you think you've come out of this blue funk, I'll take it off."
Chet again tried to speak, but Jennings plowed right along.
"Before practice every day I'll take it off, so you won't be shamed in front of your teammates. Afterward I'll put it back on. You need time away from sex to think things out."
Chet figured he needed a day or two to adjust to the idea before starting this, but Jennings was relentless.
"No, Josh. This is like what they call an intervention. You've got to go ahead and start now. It's not something you can put off." He began opening it as he said "Get out of your jeans and boxers now, Chet."
"What if I refuse? I'm as big as you. You can't make me."
"Do you want the pictures of you and Josh, the video of it, making the rounds? Do you really want to be known for that, after all your work at school and on the team? Because if it did get out, that's all people would remember, you porking Josh and loving the hell out of it."
"But...a cage? Why?"
"Maybe you need to learn restraint. Here you are wandering around looking for some guy to have sex with-"
"That's not fair! Jennings, don't do this to me, please. You don't know how degrading it is."
"Then maybe it will encourage you to go straight. And it's not so bad. Ben Stone went through this, remember. If you like, I can get him to talk to you about it and maybe be like a mentor."
"Mentor? What the fuck is wrong with you Jennings, have you lost your damn mind? I wouldn't want anybody even knowing I'm wearing one of those, much less chat with a guy about it!" Chet was desperate. If he hadn't been threatened with exposure on the video, he would have walked out. Now he didn't have a way to escape it.
"I'll make it easy on you, Chet. Except for spring practice, I'll put someone else in charge of making sure you're getting along OK with it. He'll make sure you're keeping it clean, and he can take it off to wash you down there, but it goes back on. If you mess with him, the video goes out that very day."
"Who is this guy?"
"Matt Barton."
"What?" Chet hit the ceiling. "That little towel boy the team chases around the locker room? No way is he having anything to do with me!"
"Sorry, Chet, but that's the way things are. You should have thought of the consequences before you set me up with porking Josh here. You used my basement to have sex with another guy. Now Matt's here and I'm going to show him how to put the cage on. He had charge of Ben Stone, remember?"
"Well, where is he?"
"In the bathroom."
"In the bathroom, what the fuck is he doing in there?"
"I asked him to stay out of sight while I explained things to you. I thought it would save you a little dignity, but apparently not."
Chet was livid. "You know what people think, don't you? The team thinks Matt's your little pussy boy! They don't think I'm gay, but they sure as hell think you and Matt are!"
Chet's face was scarlet and his eyes glowed bright with moisture. Jennings kept his cool. Calmly he called Matt to come out. The bathroom was right there and it would have been impossible for Matt not to have heard everything Chet said, even if Chet hadn't been shouting.
Jennings turned to Matt. "Chet is going to strip. Then I want you to get a damp washrag and towel from the bathroom and wipe off his `stuff' real good, and then put the cage on. You remember from Ben Stone how to put it on, right?"
Matt nodded, then turned and went back into the bathroom. They could hear water running.
"Out of those clothes before he gets back or the video goes out to everybody."
Chet took a deep breath and obeyed. Then he pleaded, "Jennings, don't let him wipe me down thee. Let me do it or you do it, but not him."
"Get used to him, Chet. If I ever decide to give you a time off, it'll be Matt who takes the cage off, jerks you off, and puts the cage back on. Treat him good, because he's the one who'll wash your dick every day, and if he wants to play with you to make your horniness worse, he's free to do that. Don't antagonize him. He literally has you by the balls...and the dick too in this case."
Matt came back. Chet noticed that Matt had grown in the weeks since football season. He flinched as Matt started cleaning him, wiping the balls, pulling on the dick, sliding the skin back to clean the head. He did it with a quiet professionalism, as if it was his job every day of his life. That creeped Chet out.
"Look at him Jennings. He's like somebody who knows too much about this stuff. When somebody's too good at what they do, it makes you wonder."
Matt still said nothing, just turned from washing to drying, everything done exactly right. When he was through, he looked at Jennings who nodded. Matt took the cage and slipped it in Chet. Once it was in place, Jennings took out two keys, and making sure Chet saw this, he gave one to Matt. Matt put it in the lock, turned it, and they heard the little click that signaled the cage was locked in place.
Chet sighed the sigh of the doomed.
At Ryan's house, his father talked to the two of them at dinner.
"Boys, your mother gets back form Wyoming tomorrow night. I want you both to be on your best behavior. Your mother has been through a lot, and we need to keep the house peaceful. You know what I mean?"
He looked at both of them. Ryan nodded. Cody lightly kicked his shin under the table. When Ryan looked his way, he gave Ryan one of those glances that were becoming more frequent.
"Ryan's going to show me some of those exercises he does, so I can being to build myself up to play football" he said.
"That's good. By the way, did you have a good time at your friend's house this afternoon?" In his wife's absence, he was trying to play the role of the mother as well as the father.
Cody's eyes brightened. "Yes indeed, I sure did." And he thought to himself `You don't know the half of it.'
Once upstairs Ryan reluctantly agreed to exercise nude, and to let Cody watch. It proved to be a little unnerving since Cody watched him like a hawk as he did crunches, push-ups, sit-ups and knee bends. It was almost like Cody was memorizing something. Also he kept moving around to get a better angle, and he played with his belt buckle like he was about to take it off.
Being watched was a new experience for Ryan, and after a bit he began to feel that suspicious tingle that he only experienced when he knew sexual stuff was going on in his body. He just exercised harder, but from Cody's expression he knew Cody was eating up what was happening to him. He was glad when he finished, and he got ready for bed. Cody hurried off to his room like a man on a mission.
Chet lay in bed, frustrated, confused, angry, and hornier than he could ever remember. He wasn't used to the cage, so he kept turning, trying to get comfortable. He stretched, went to pee (again) and tried to settle down.
Jennings didn't have the right to do this to him. Jennings was his friend. What was it about what him and Josh did that made him so angry, that made him turn so mean? A guy didn't have the right to take away another guy's sex life. It wasn't right to hold somebody's dick prisoner.
The more Chet thought, the angrier he got. He and Jennings had always been inseparable. And Jennings himself had seemed interested when he showed him Josh's butt. That would have been the time to get mad, not two days later. He knew he had to figure this out. And he had to figure out a way around Matt. The guy had small hands, white fingers. And he was always looking at guys in the showers, even though he was just the towel boy. Jennings said Matt would be the one to work him off. That was insane. To say a guy can't work his own dick, and has to have some little white fingered dude do it, that was impossible.
By now of course he had gotten himself in a state, he was wide awake and more than that he was even hornier than he had been before. He could feel his dick drip even though it couldn't get hard, and he had to have some relief. He wondered if it was possible to `think off'. If you could jack off, why not think off?
When Josh had taken his shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled on his briefs to sleep in, he lay on the bed thinking back on the day. It felt really good to be wearing briefs again. He never had understood what guys got out of going commando. He liked to pack his stuff where he could feel it, where it held him in, where if he was boning up he knew he was safe from exposure.
He thought back on Ryan and what a good time that was. He re-played the images in his mind: Ryan's dick, Ryan's balls, Ryan's butt. It was a nice butt, maybe not as round as Ricky's. With the thought of Ricky he felt that twinge again, that feeling that banished all the happy thoughts. He pushed the image of Ricky standing tall while he masturbated him, out of his mind and tried again to focus on Ryan. He was sort of sorry he had ever met Ricky. That way it wouldn't hurt so much.
He wondered why Chet had called him this afternoon. That was kind of a surprise. Oh well, tomorrow he would be seeing him and the others when spring training started. He wondered what that would bring.
He was sure it would be a good day. He'd get to put the salve on Ryan again, get to look up at his balls and get to handle his dick. That was a real kick to be right beside Ryan, actually sort of playing with his equipment and Ryan couldn't object. He tried to think of ways he could prolong it, or maybe even get Ryan to let him do more stuff.
He began to formulate a plan where he could say he was having trouble with abstaining from jerking off during spring practice, and maybe if they both gave it up together they would help each other when times got rough. That would give him lot of excuses to talk to Ryan about sex and dicks and getting relief, and how it would help Ryan get more sexually acclimated to the team. He grinned. That would be a trip.
Finally he fell asleep.
(End of Chapter Twenty Seven)
(It looks like there's a lot on the horizon. Grove Hill wants to nab Jennings and Josh, Hinson wants Jason and Rico, Cody wants Ryan, Chet wants out of the cage, and Ace has found a new accomplice in his quest for domination over his brother Steve, over Josh, and now maybe over Ryan. Keep me posted - Bart)