Chapter Twenty Eight Bart, See Bart, See Bart Streak
Monday was the start of spring practice, and no one was less ready for it than Chet. He had hardly slept. The cock cage Jennings had forced him into wearing kept waking him up anytime he even slightly moved. Turning over was a real pain. On top of that, in his sleepy state he kept forgetting he had it on, and wondered what was happening down there.
As he pulled his clothes on, he kept fuming that he hadn't even had a chance to get ready for this. They should have given him two days warning so he could have emptied his balls before they put the thing on him. He decided to try and reason with Matt to let him at least have one big shot today. As it stood now, he had full balls and no relief in sight. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate before too long, and his school work would go down the tube. Certainly Matt ought to understand that.
Then he remembered how angry he had been yesterday, and all the stuff he had said to Matt. Well...maybe Matt would be forgiving. Matt wasn't like Jennings. How could Jennings turn on him like that? What set him off so bad? Chet knew if he could only get his head straight (get some relief) he could figure this out. But for now his dick was all he could think about.
It was worse when he got to school. He opened his locker and found a printed picture obviously from the net of a naked stud jacking off. Under it someone had written, "Missing it yet?" It was Jennings' handwriting.
Chet slammed the locker door with a bang, then saw Jennings down the hall talking to some of the team. Jennings signaled to him, and as he got closer he saw Ben Stone was in the group. He wondered if Jennings had told him about the cock cage. He had said Ben could be his mentor since he had gone through that. Mentor! Shit! If Ben so much as grinned at him or anything, he'd bust him right here in the hall, and consequences be damned.
But the group seemed serious, and Jennings explained "We need to be on the lookout for Grove Hill to try more stuff with us. I've told them about Ryan and how Jason said they'd be coming after me and Josh. We just don't know if they'd try to get anybody else, so I suggested we sort of go in pairs if we're leaving school or going any place special." He paused, and then with a grin he added "That doesn't include going on dates, obviously."
"Why, you got a big date coming up?" Ben asked him.
Jennings got a crafty look. "As a matter of fact, I got a call last night from a girl I used to date, back before Mary Lou. Actuality I thought she hated me since I was the one who broke up with her. But she invited me to her house for Friday night. Who knows, it could mean I'm gone all weekend."
Sam and Ted asked if they should look after Josh. Jennings shot them a look, but decided they were being sincere. "Josh and Ryan are sort of sticking together for the present, but we could all look after each other. We know they travel in packs of six, which could put some of us at a disadvantage unless we keep a sharp lookout and spot them before they can pull over."
"Anything else?" One of them asked.
"I was thinking about a guy named Rico Sanchez. I think we could just turn him over to Leroy and forget we ever heard of him."
There was some laughter and some winces.
Matt was coming down the hall, and Chet moved away from the group to catch him. Matt looked up in surprise when Chet stepped in front of him.
"Meet me in the last stall of the boys' bathroom" he said and without waiting for an answer hurried in that direction. Matt glanced at the varsity group, caught Jennings' eye, and tilted his head in the direction of Chet's exit. Jennings grinned, nodded, and kept talking to the group.
Matt went into the stall and again Chet was impressed with how much he had grown since last summer.
"Thanks, Matt. First let me apologize for yesterday. I was mad and said stuff I didn't mean and shouldn't have said."
Matt typically gave him an honest look and nodded his head. "That's OK."
Chet made his pitch, "See, the thing is with this cock cage, it kind for caught me unprepared. I really needed to get a load off and with the cage I didn't have a chance. So like I was wondering if you could take the cage off and let me relieve myself once and --"
"I can't do that. Jennings would have to tell me before I could do it."
"I mean you could work me off if that's part of the deal. I'm not asking to jack myself. It's that I need to get rid of this load my balls are carrying."
"I can't do that, Chet. Jennings is making me do this, and I can't go against him. He's got embarrassing videos of me in the basement, jacking off. I would die if people ever saw that."
"Please, Matt."
Matt shook his head. Then suddenly Chet grabbed him and said "You don't know how desperate I am! I can't go on this way! Give me the key, Matt!"
He was strong but Matt stood his ground as Chet's hands squeezed his arms and he shook him.
"You OK in there?" a voice asked. It was Jennings.
Chet opened the door. The handicapped stall always had room for three at least, and sometimes four depending on what was going on. Jennings looked him up and down.
"What's up, dude? You giving Matt a hard time?"
"Jennings, I'm not griping about having to wear the cock cage, I'm just asking to get off to a fair start, not one where I already had a load built up."
Jennings turned to Matt. "If he ever grabs you again, just get out of there and come to me, and the videos of him will go up all over the place. Incidentally, Matt, have you ever seen those? Do you know what they're about?"
Matt shook his head. "I just figured it was him jacking off like the ones you have of me."
"Oh no, Matt my buddy, it's him, fucking the hell out of your old buddy Josh."
Matt's eyes went wide, he gulped, and slowly his face turned pale. "Oh" was all he said.
They heard the bell ringing for first period classes.
"Let's get out of here" Jennings said.
No one noticed the expression on Matt's face. He was determined to find Josh the first chance he got.
Over in Grove Hill where first period classes were also beginning, Jason met up with Ken and Rico.
"How's the plan going?" Ken asked.
Jason grinned from ear to ear. "Perfect. Betty Foster agreed to ask Jennings over for Friday night. She was glad to. She hates his guts. She said she sweet talked him and he doesn't suspect a thing. But I tell you what, I'd never dare to leave her in the room with him tied up; she'd pull his balls off. And that would only be the beginning."
Rico whistled and laughed. "Me, I want that other quarterback, that Josh. I think the whole team can play good with him. But I have some special ideas of my own." He rubbed his hands together and made a whistling sound.
Jason interrupted, "But never forget: Jennings is mine. All mine. There is no greater victory than seeing a big guy getting fucked. Trust me. I'm the one to do it."
Ken glowed. This was his captain, his buddy. He knew how to do unbelievable things when you want to really get a guy.
"And when this happens, I want a special audience. I want the whole team to watch, and I want somebody to take pictures. When I finish, Jennings will not only be damaged goods, he'll be a laughing stock. I want it to be the biggest fucking event anybody around here's ever seen."
Back in Hinson, the school day droned on. Josh picked up some news in fourth period World History. Zack told him "I'm going out for spring training."
"That's good, but you haven't played on a team before, have you?"
"No, but that dick doctor wants me to, and he told my mother."
"Maybe that's good."
"No it isn't. He makes me keep myself shaved down there, and people will laugh at me."
"Maybe not."
"Josh they do already. Every time I go in the bathroom across the hall guys shout and warn everybody that a pervert is in the room. If ordinary guys in the bathroom do that, how much more will the team do it? No team wants a guy on it they think is gay or a fag or whatever."
Josh shifted uncomfortably. It looked like lately people sure were preoccupied with a person's sex life. A guy's sex life ought to be his own personal business.
"What about Ricky? Do they do that to him too?"
"I don't know. When the principal let us come back, he said that Ricky and I can't be in the same classrooms, can't use the same bathroom at the same time, and can't be seen associating together. I don't think I've even passed him in the hall since then."
Josh thought about Ricky, remembering things. It was times like this that he absolutely hated not being able to wear underwear. Zack looked over and smirked.
"You're not wearing anything under your jeans, are you?"
"How can you tell?"
"The way I always do; you're boned. It looks like it's trying to climb down your trouser leg."
Josh hoped it wouldn't bone up this afternoon when he would be putting the salve on Ryan. Last night it had been hard to sleep, thinking about how it felt to be touching Ryan that way.
At that moment the bell rang. Students started grabbing their books and getting up from their desks, jamming up in the aisles. Josh decided to wait until the room cleared, rather than have someone notice his bone and say something. He remembered last fall when they had the `no underwear rule' he would slip into one of the bathroom stalls during lunch and jack off just to get his bone calmed down. He wouldn't have time today though. Instead he went across the hall and waited for his turn at the urinals.
He didn't look to his left or right, just hung his head and whipped his hard dick out. He took a mighty breath and tried to force it to pee. It took a minute, and the guy next to him said "Josh, doesn't it ever go down, buddy?"
Looking over he saw Ben Stone. As a member of the varsity, Ben was safe. He wasn't one to shout out that somebody had a boner in the bathroom, the way some guys would. Josh grinned and nodded. "Sometimes I think I ought to keep it in a cage."
Ben gave him an odd look. "How did you find out about that?"
"About what?" Josh was peeing better now, but it still took some force.
"I might as well tell you. Jennings put me in a cock cage just before fall practice started. I thought I'd go nuts."
Without even thinking, Josh looked over at his dick. It was average. "I hope that doesn't ever happen to me."
"It's hell, man. Pure hell. It's like you're somebody's prisoner. It keeps you awake at night. I can't put it into words."
"Any advice for me?" Josh asked as Ben shook his dick and zipped back up.
"Just don't make an enemy of Jennings."
Josh felt a cold chill. Actually he had already made an enemy of Jennings, and he hadn't even meant to.
"You gonna put that away, or just stand there holding it?" Ben asked.
Josh blushed. He wanted to go in the last stall and jerk off, but he didn't want to admit it to Ben. "I'm just waiting a second, that's all. I'll catch you at lunch, right?"
Ben grinned broadly. "You're just waiting till I go, so you can find a booth to beat off in, right?"
Josh grinned and nodded shyly.
"It won't work, Josh. I'm going to stay until we both leave together. If you go back there I'll stand outside the stall and pound on it and shout stuff about what you're doing and it will get such a crowd you'll never live it down. Do you think that'll be worth it?"
Josh sighed. He looked down at his dick. It was still long and it felt thick as he grasped it, but he knew he had to postpone relief. He hated that. Reluctantly he put it back in his jeans and zipped up.
"I know it's hard to say no to jacking off. But you're in far better shape than I was when I was caged. I never knew when I'd get relief." Ben enjoyed the look of suffering on Josh's face.
Ben slapped him on the shoulder. They went out together.
Zack on the other hand, had elected to go the long way to the bathroom leading into middle school. He felt too intimidated by the sneers and cat calls that he got in the near bathroom. For now he just wanted to get away. The one where he was headed was the one where he and Ricky had been caught, but Zack couldn't take any more harassment and he wanted a safe place to pee.
It was deserted, or seemed to be. Zack got to the urinal and unzipped and then he heard giggles coming from the handicapped stall at the far end. He hadn't started peeing, but he must have made noise, because in a moment the stall door opened and two guys came out. He heard one of them gasped, and steeled himself for jeers or comments.
"Zack! Look, Ace, he's back in here!"
He looked over and it was Gunter and another guy. He hadn't seen Gunter since he and his buddies rescued him and Ricky and held them in their tent. He also remembered unfortunately that they did things to the two of them. These fourteen year olds were crafty, and Zack was prepared.
Actually Ace and Gunter had been in that stall reviewing the pictures Cody had taken of Ryan exercising nude the night before. Both boys had snickered when they realized that Ryan was boning slightly from being watched. Ace knew these pictures wouldn't gain much as blackmail, but it indicated the kinds of things that might. It gave Ace ideas, and with Gunter's help there was real stuff they could do.
Ace's camera was again attached as a belt buckle, and the two surrounded Zack before he could start to pee.
"Zack, this is Ace. He's my best bud, and we both know about the principal and what he did about you and Ricky."
"Come back here with us," Ace urged. "If other guys come in and see you standing here, they'll report it."
"Why? He never said I couldn't use this bathroom" Zack began.
Ace was too crafty and quick. "Well our teachers all said if we find older boys in here we should report them. So come back to the handicapped stall and do your peeing before anybody else comes in."
Gunter got on one side and Ace on the other, and before Zack could stop to think, they had him back in the far stall. He had already unzipped, so he reached in and pulled his dick out. He was standing at the toilet with Gunter beside him, when Ace silently got the first picture.
"We rescued Zack and Ricky when we were on our campout" Gunter explained to Ace. Ace took another picture.
"Is Ricky's really as long as people say?" Ace asked.
Zack and Gunter both nodded.
"We need pictures of that" Ace added.
Zack finished and headed out, never realizing he had been photographed with another boy in a bathroom stall. But Ace decided to catch up with Zack again after lunch with the camera and see what he could do to make him squirm.
Lunch period was almost over, and Josh was headed out of the cafeteria when Matt came up. Josh could tell something was wrong by the look on Matt's face. "We need to talk" he told him.
"OK, let's go out by the gym" Josh replied. Once they were there, Matt stared in.
"Is it true you and Chet were fucking?"
Josh didn't know how to answer that. He hadn't expected the word to get out. In fact he had thought Jennings had promised to keep it quiet.
"Who told you?"
"So it's true?" Matt looked almost like he wanted to cry.
"Who told you?" Josh repeated. He was feeling a little desperate. Where was this story going? Who wanted to ruin him on the eve of spring training? Jennings had said the team would never follow the leadership of a quarterback they thought was gay.
"Matt if we could get together afterwards, after practice today, I'll be glad to talk to you. It isn't what you might think. I was just helping a guy-"
Matt straightened his shoulders. His grey eyes watched Josh through the dark hair that fell across his face. "That's what you always do. You say we'll get together and then you postpone it or cancel it, and you always have an excuse. I thought we were friends, and I mean good friends."
This was at least the second time in less than a week that Matt had pointed out how he never lived up to his promises. Josh felt bad, but also he had too much going on right now to figure what to do. There was the team practice, there was Ryan and the salve, there was the problem of Chet and then the worry about where things stood with Ricky. He just couldn't add any other worries at the moment.
He took a deep breath. "OK, look Matt. I know it's hard to get together on school nights, but could you work something so you could come over tomorrow night and spend the night with me? Maybe there's stuff from school you could claim you thought I could help you with."
Matt suddenly brightened. "Sure, Josh. My dad trusts you and your family. I'll talk to him tonight."
"Ok" Josh said. "So it's firm and set. Nothing will get in the way of it."
"Right."
"But tell me, how did you find about out about me and Chet?"
"Jennings. I've decided he can never keep anything secret."
Josh nodded agreement. "That's for damn sure."
By the time school let out at 3, all those already out for spring training were sweating and struggling and busting their butts on the practice field. But some students from the middle and high school weren't interested in sports, so they were heading home. Among those were Cody and Ace.
"Well" Cody asked eagerly, "What did you think of the pictures? Did I get some good shots or what?"
"You did" Ace said with the assumed wisdom of the camera and blackmail expert. "But by themselves, this won't embarrass him. Even with the red dick and black balls, we need something more."
"Like what?"
"Well like pictures Gunter and I got of a guy named Zack peeing in the boys' bathroom with another boy beside him watching him. The principal had said Zack had to stay away from younger boys. Apparently the principal thinks he has a problem."
"So?"
"We give him a little leeway and then rope him in. Eventually we convince him to do whatever we want, and then we film stuff for even more blackmail. It's a great life, Cody."
Gunter came up and joined them, and Ace introduced him to Cody. "I liked the shots of your brother, Cody. If we could get Ryan to do some sex stuff, we could sell it on the net and really make money."
"Well I don't know if he'd go for that. I just want to control him. Just for fun, I mean."
Gunter turned to Ace. "That's how they all start out, isn't it? They just want some fun with their big brothers. And then after a bit they begin to savor how much they can really force them to do."
Ace nodded sagely. "We just need something to get that sex urge started, and be ready with a camera."
Cody realized he had entered a whole new world.
Out on the practice field, the coach had put everybody through a grueling workout. When practice was over, they staggered into the locker room covered in sweat. The newest and youngest were all discouraged. Some would not return the next day. The first day was always the great separator, the fit and the unfit all had their chance, but only the fittest survived.
Some went to the showers, some simply grabbed their stuff and went home, determined to never try this again. The showers became crowded, and Matt got an eyeful. Not only had last year's guys grown, but the new ones were there with fresh dicks and balls on display. He handed out towels and received equipment to be stored. He was busy, but not too busy to miss out on the good stuff.
Amid the steam from the showers and the swirl of bodies, a scuffle broke out at the far end. Ryan as always was showering facing the corner, oblivious to everything around him. A couple of the older guys began the typical hazing which had been part of spring practice for years.
"Lemme me see that butt" one of them said, coming up behind Ryan.
Oblivious to everything, Ryan continued showering. Then one put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. Ryan was instantly alert. He brought up his hands defensively while the guy repeated the command.
Ryan shook his head and immediately three of them grabbed him and bent him over. Ryan didn't like all those hands on him, but he wasn't able to break loose. One of them began slapping him on the butt and shouting "Look at that hole! How many fingers can you get up that thing?"
He continued the good natured spanking as a crowd gathered.
"How many? Huh? How many fingers can you get up it?"
Guys shouted and jeered. Ryan was red faced and red butted. Quickly they let him go, as one said "Check tonight about those fingers. We want an answer tomorrow." Then they were off to harass other new guys.
Further down the showers, guys were telling Ricky he ought to have a size contest with Jennings. "Just go over and stand by him," they said.
Ricky might not have minded, but Josh wasn't far away from Jennings, and if he went over that way it was almost a foregone conclusion they would have to cross paths. He wasn't ready for that yet.
The coach hollered at them to get finished or he would come in there and finish them himself. That struck fear in all their hearts, and things got quiet real quick.
Jennings couldn't contain himself. He loved telling secrets. He took the linebackers and told them the story of Josh and Chet. He wondered why they didn't think it was as funny as he did. When he left them, Sam said to Ted, "Our little buddy's been had. He's not our guy any more, he's used goods."
"Damn" Ted said, "Just think, if we'd played out cards right, it could have been the two of us porking him for the first time. And with graduation a month away, this may be our last time to do gay stuff."
Sam looked at him. "Are you sure that's really true that once you graduate, you won't want to do gay stuff any more? That in high school it's just playing around, not really gay?"
"Sure I'm sure. My uncle told me."
"But didn't you say your uncle was gay?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with it? My uncle doesn't lie. That's how I know it's true."
Sam shook his head. If this was the last time around, he wanted to have some fun at Josh's expense. "I think we deserve some payback" Sam said. After a pause, he added, "And I've got some ideas."
As Chet left the showers, Matt came up with a gym bag.
"Jennings said for me to fix you up and put this on. So let's find one of the rooms near the training area."
Chet was glad Jennings wasn't around. He thought he could coax Matt into giving him some relief. He reached down and pulled his dick, glad to have some freedom even if it was going to be short lived.
As they stepped into one of the rooms and locked the door, Chet said "You don't need to clean me down there. I just showered."
Matt put the bag down and brought out a damp cloth in a plastic bag.
"Jennings said I was to clean you every time. I don't have a choice."
He reached out and held Chet's dick. Chet squirmed and twisted slightly, going up on his toes.
"Damn, that feeling never gets old. I thought I'd get used to you touching it."
Matt examined it closely, pulling the foreskin back and wiping carefully.
To lighten the mood, Chet said "If you do that for long, I might get some relief right here."
Still holding the foreskin back and brushing the piss slip, Matt looked up at him and asked, "Why did you fuck Josh?"
Chet winced from the brushing, but since Matt held his penis so tight he couldn't back away.
"Go easy on that cleaning, Matt. Well about Josh, all I can say is that I wondered if I was gay because of stuff that's been happening to me lately. I figured he was the expert on gayness."
"Josh's not gay."
"Well he keeps saying that, but I have my doubts. Anyway we both tried a little oral sex, and then-"
"You sucked him as well as fucked him?" Matt sounded aghast. "No wonder Jennings wants you caged." He had finished the cleaning and was preparing to put the cage back on.
Chet put out a restraining hand. "Wait a minute, Matt. Listen, would you like me to suck you? If you'd give me a few minutes to myself afterward, I would suck you right now. And I'd do a damned good job."
Matt looked at him in disgust. "You're the one who's gay. Suck me, huh? I bet you'd love that. You're probably been thinking about that ever since Jennings put me in charge of the cage."
"Huh? No! I mean I decided after being with Josh that I wasn't gay. I was just doing this as a favor to you if you'd give me a few minutes by myself."
"Have I ever told you about my brother? He makes me wear boxing gloves at night so I won't jerk off. He pulls my briefs down in the morning so I can pee -- that's before he ever takes the gloves off. He examines my dick, wipes it after I pee, and is always checking for signs of jerking off. I know what it's like to feel you can't use your own dick."
Chet was undeterred by this. He had only one thing on his mind, relief. "How about us doing a swap, a blow job for a few minutes alone with myself?"
Matt took the cage and clicked it on Chet. Chet frowned.
"You know what? They ought to call this thing The Cage of Hell."
They prepared to leave.
When they left the showers and were toweling off, Josh suggested to Ryan that they go to the unused room next to the coach's office.
"I can put the stuff on you there and we'll be out of here."
"Thanks" Ryan said. "Should we dress?"
"I think it's safer. Nobody will ask why we're going down that hall if we're dressed like we're going home." He watched as Ryan pulled on his briefs. Josh liked the way they showed off Ryan's body. Then he winced, realizing Ryan would see him put on his jeans without underwear. He hurriedly pulled his jeans up. Ryan always faced away from people when he was dressing. Josh was glad he would get to see him full frontal all the rest of this week applying the salve. And he liked Ryan's hole, even if other guys like Ricky had a better butt.
"This way" Josh said and they went down the hall together. As they got to the door, Josh asked "Did practice go OK for you today? No worries or stuff from the guys?"
"It went fine" Ryan said honestly. "They treated me just like I was one of them."
"Well you are, Ryan."
"They grabbed me in the shower and made me show my butt and wanted to know how many fingers I could get up it."
"Don't worry. Unless it's an initiation, they never really make you prove that."
They went in. "Go ahead and strip and we'll get this over with" Josh said, as if it was a chore he didn't relish. He knew he would have to keep his dick under control because he didn't want it showing, even if Ryan was a guy that never looked at another guy's crotch.
Ryan was ready when there was a tap at the door. Josh went over to unlock it and found Ted and Sam there.
"What's up?"
"We're just checking on your condition."
Josh tried to block the way. "Ryan and I are...um...working on something in here."
"That's why we're here. We needed to check that you weren't wearing underwear, and we figured if Ryan had to strip for you, it was only fair you strip for him."
Josh panicked. He was violently shaking his head, but the linebackers pushed past him and waved to Ryan.
"How's it going, Ryan?"
Although he was nude Ryan smiled back. "Fine. Josh was just about to put the salve on."
"We figured he ought to strip too so you wouldn't be the only naked guy in the room. Right, Josh?"
Sam gave him a look, and Ted started moving toward him. Josh knew if he didn't strip right away they'd strip him, and he didn't want to look foolish in front of Ryan. Naturally when he pulled his jeans down his dick was visible, but fortunately it hadn't started to plump up yet. When he finished pulling them off, Ted picked them up and held on to them, placing them in his lap as he sat down. Josh looked worried. "You can just sit them there when you go."
"We thought we'd stay" Sam said.
So, reluctantly, Josh started in. As he worked on Ryan, he and Ryan both started to bone up. Ryan blushed and turned his face away. Josh glanced back at Sam and Ted, and saw they were grinning merrily.
"I think you guys are embarrassing Ryan" Josh said.
"Not half as much as you are, Josh." Clearing his throat, he asked "Ryan, did you see what a bone Josh is sporting?"
Ryan was facing away, looking like he wished he wasn't there. Josh finished with his balls and Ryan flinched as Josh touched his dick.
"Take a look at it, Ryan. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"That's OK. I'll take your word for it."
Josh was working on the head of Ryan's dick, carefully polishing the salve into it. He could sense Ryan's shortness of breath and he knew what might happen. His own dick was hard and dripping.
"No, Ryan, look down and see it. There's nothing to be ashamed of in seeing a guy's dick, even if it is as erect and dripping as Josh's is."
Josh hated them for saying that. He would find a way to pay them back. Ryan slowly turned and looked down at Josh.
"So you think this is OK?" Ryan sounded puzzled.
The linebackers couldn't resist. "Sure it's OK. It just means Josh likes you. When Josh likes a guy, he gets an erection, right Josh?"
Josh glared at them and continued polishing the head. Ryan went rigid, said "Stop a sec" and backed away, facing the frosted glass window. With this back to them, he continued, "There has to be a better way than this. I'm sorry but it gets to me too bad to have him working on me down there."
Sam's voice dropped an octave. "Stand up, Josh."
"What?"
"You heard me. Stand. Now."
Josh stood up, aware that his dick was hard and standing up and dripping.
"Now, Ryan, look back this way. See how much Josh likes you?"
Ryan wasn't sure what was happening, but he sensed the change in tone and saw the look on Josh's face. He didn't think it was right for guys to make a guy stand up and show himself when he was in that condition.
Sam said "Ryan, I want you to practice putting the salve on. You can use Josh today to practice with, and that way maybe you can put it on yourself for the rest of the week."
Josh felt betrayed. This was supposed to be his thing, the reason he didn't wear briefs: he could put the salve on Ryan. He gave the linebackers a hurt look.
Ryan seemed to like the idea of being able to put it on himself. He relaxed for the first time since he had come into the room.
Sam said "Josh, I've got some suntan lotion out in the glove compartment in my car. Run out and get it so Ryan can use it to practice on you."
Josh frowned, then looked over at his pants. Ted was sitting on them. He was grinning mischievously.
"Run fast, Josh, and you won't need these. Trust me, you'll never know the difference,"
Sam opened the hall door. "Go! Now! Quick!"
Josh charged out with his bone bouncing. He tried to hold it up against his stomach, but his hand pushing on it made him get too close to shooting off. He then tried to push it down or at least cover it, but that made running more difficult. Besides he knew he couldn't touch it for too long without disastrous results. So he decided to put his brain in neutral and block out everything while he ran to the car.
The open exit from the corridor was ahead, and no one was nearby. He began to chant in this head "Dick, dick. Bone, bone. Dick, dick. Bone, bone." Like a mantra he kept it up, running into the open air where the afternoon sun still blazed.
"Dick, dick. Bone, bone." He heard traffic sounds from the street, but he wouldn't be visible from there until he got to the parking lot. He hoped Sam parked where he always did. He was so embarrassed at being naked and boned, he could hardly think. He went back to his mantra.
"Dick, dick. Bone, bone." He jogged rapidly, conscious of how totally nude he was...and how hard. It was like steel, bouncing in front of him. He heard some cat calls from down the field, but it was probably some of the team. He couldn't worry about that now.
"Dick, dick. Bone, bone." He heard a girl's voice call something, but he didn't want to even try to think what she was saying. He spotted Sam's car. He would be completely in the open now. The parking lot was visible from all directions: the street, the school building, and the yard out there. He just wanted to get this over. He was closing in, he had to hurry.
Gasping and panting, he reached the car. "Dick, dick. Bone, bone." He grasped the door handle.
Locked! He couldn't believe it. How could Sam do that to him?
Damn, damn, double damn. He whirled around and started running back to the building. He could see a crowd of students in the distance, facing his way, watching him, saying things. He shut them out of his brain.
"Dick, dick. Bone, bone." He was running as fast as he could, but he knew he was slowing. He was also sweating. It blinded his eyes as he ran. He was near the exit now. The voices seemed to be following him. All he had to do was get down the hall and grab the key.
The words kept swirling around in his brain, in time with his steps. Now he was actually saying them out loud as he got to the door. He grabbed the handle.
Locked! Josh pounded on the door. A janitor way down the hall looked up, saw him, and grinned.
"Might need a key for that one, son" he called. Then with a quizzical smile he asked, "Did you leave your pants inside?"
Josh pounded harder and Ted opened the door. Josh tried to burst past him to grab his jeans, but Ted was blocking the door, holding the car keys in his hand.
"Sam said he's sorry he forgot to give you these."
Frustrated and furious, Josh grabbed them and started back again. "Dick, dick. Bone, bone." Blood rushed to his head and his mind was reeling. He just kept repeating his mantra, running wildly and blindly.
But this time students seemed to have realized what was happening, and people had begun to gather. From the far yard some students with backpacks had turned around and were running in his direction. Even worse, two girls from his class were standing beside the car door.
Josh felt like he was going crazy. It was like a bad dream that he couldn't wake up from.
"Out of the way!" he shouted as he reached the car. The girls giggled, blushed, hid their faces, but fortunately backed away so Josh could unlock the door.
He was on the passenger side where the glove compartment was. As he leaned in to open it, someone spanked him on the butt. He shouted to leave him alone. Then someone pinched his butt. He could hear laughter behind him. Then other slaps to his butt followed. It was like they were taking turns.
He needed to grab the tube of lotion and head back. He didn't have time to fight them or make them go away. The contents of the glove compartment were messed up from when they had to grab stuff to help Ryan Saturday night. Josh decided he couldn't sit on the seat because his bone would be even more visible. So he kept rummaging through. Then he felt the hard smack of someone's shoe on his butt, almost pushing him across the seat.
He whirled around. It was Joe Pete Mathews, a huge lumbering freshman. At 15 he was already as big as the linebackers. And to make it worse, he was laughing at Josh. Those around him started laughing too.
One of the guys said "Hey Josh, you've got a boot print on your ass."
Josh turned back to the glove compartment and finally found the tube. But as he grabbed for it, someone smacked his butt again and he dropped the tube before he could finish. That meant he now had to crouch down and grope around on the floor to get it. It had rolled under the seat. The guys outside were now doing stupid stuff like pulling leg hairs or popping his butt or even grabbing his leg muscles where they were rigid.
"See how a horse bites corn?" some guy said as his fingers grasp Josh's calf.
Normally Josh would have hollered or started kicking, but he just grabbed for the tube. When he had it in a firm grip, he turned around and tried to get out of the car. But that damn Joe Pete Mathews was blocking the way. Not only that, but Joe Pete grinned and grabbed him between the legs. Josh doubled over but Joe Pete wouldn't let go.
With all his strength, Josh jammed his free fist into the guy's stomach. He fell back and Josh took off for the gym. The group separated to let him get through. He realized suddenly that in all the excitement, his dick had gone down. It was still hanging long, and would still swing when he ran, but it was a lot less humiliating than it had been.
Saying his mantra to himself as he ran back, he realized some of them were running along with him. The girls had dropped out, but guys were running right beside him, pointing at his dick and shouting to each other making comments.
"It looks like he left his bone in the car." "Look at that thing swing." "If we had a bell to hang on it, we'd have music all the way." And of course all the stupid adolescent questions like "How much you beat that meat?" He tried to block them out of his mind. The entrance was right ahead.
It felt like a mob that accompanied him down the hall, where fortunately the door was unlocked. The crowd might have followed him in, but Ted and Sam were immediately inside, blocking the way. The group of five or six boys froze in their tracks, looked dutifully shamefaced, and turned and ran back.
Josh was still sweating as he gave Sam the tube. Sam handed it over to Ryan, and said "It's your choice. Which do you want to start first on him, the balls or the dick?"
"Let me catch my breath" Josh said, still gasping. He held on to the back of a chair and dropped his head to help restore circulation.
"Either way is OK with me," Ryan said.
"Then do his balls first. Josh, get up on the table to make it easier for Ryan."
Josh was too tried to resist. He got up there, spread his legs, and Ryan got the suntan lotion on his fingers. When he reached for Josh's balls, however, his dick hung in the way. Josh reached to hold it out of the way, but Ted stopped him.
"Let Ryan hold it out of the way, he doesn't need but one hand to paste the stuff on your balls."
Ryan looked uncomfortable. "I'd rather Josh held it. I'm not used to holding a guy's privates."
Ted looked at Ryan. "You need to grow up. When something needs to be done, man up to it." His voice was hard.
Reluctantly he took hold of Josh's dick and began coating his balls. Josh boned immediately. Ryan gave a startled look and let go, stepping back.
"You won't have to hold it any more, Ryan. See, Josh got it out of the way all by himself. And that shows you there's nothing wrong with getting hard if someone is working on you down there. Right?"
Ryan thought they were the oddest people he had ever been around, but he nodded and stayed silent. He continued with his work, and soon was ready to coat the head.
Josh steeled himself for what was to come. He knew the linebackers for some reason were out to embarrass him, and he knew he couldn't control himself once Ryan touched the head. Feeling Ryan's breath down there while he worked was almost too much for Josh.
Soon he could feel things rising up inside his balls. He let out a low groan. His pulse was racing and his dick was throbbing. He knew he was about to lose it. His mind flashed images of himself painting Ryan, of blowing Ryan, of himself and Ricky, of Chet and their time at Jennings'. He knew he couldn't hold out, and he knew Ryan would think he was gay or something like that. He knew once he shot, there would be no more good times with Ryan; he'd be rejected and that would be that.
He couldn't contain it any longer. He was having a true sexual seizure, something that rose up deep within in trembling explosions. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gave in to it, throwing everything away in the glory of the moment. He was firing off in all directions.
"Damn! Look at Josh shoot!" Sam said.
Ryan jumped back, but not before he had gotten several blasts to his face and chest. Josh was trembling violently. He almost collapsed, and Ryan had to catch him before he fell off the table. He laid Josh down and looked into his face.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.
"Our little buddy just blew his load over you touching him."
"No" Ryan said firmly, "he's not like that. I told you it's hard to have somebody coating you with something down there. It could happen to anybody."
Josh seemed almost dazed. "I don't know what happened, Ryan. I was so hot and tired from all that running, and it was worse being naked and swatted and spanked and grabbed."
Sam grinned. "Sounds like you had a real adventure out there. Maybe it'll make a man out of you...or teach who not to sleep with."
"What?" Josh rose up off the table to stare at Sam.
"Jennings is taking care of Chet. We were just taking care of you."
Ryan had no idea what they were talking about, but he sensed he wouldn't like it if he did. He picked up the salve for his paint job.
"Thanks, guys. I'm taking this with me." Then on the chance he might be able to do a good turn for Josh, he asked "You coming with me?"
Josh pulled himself up and grabbed his clothes. He thought Sam and Ted had lost their minds. He didn't know why people were going crazy over something he did to help Chet, something that wasn't anybody else's business. It wasn't like a guy and a girl and one of them messes around with another person. He wasn't in love with Ted and Sam, and they certainly weren't in love with him. What could make them act that way?
He was thankful Sam and Ted didn't try to stop him. He realized he and Ryan both had his dry cum on them, but nothing seemed to matter except getting out of this room. They walked out together. There was something comforting in having Ryan beside him.
"Thanks for getting me out of there" Josh said as they went down the hall. "I don't know what set them off."
"Listen, man, you've done so much for me the past few days, you're just about my best friend in Hinson."
They left the building together.
As they crossed the school yard, someone was watching with narrowed eyes. Large and heavy, 15 year old Joe Pete Mathews said to a smaller buddy beside him, "I really liked doing it to that guy. I get off on that stuff. I'm gonna get him again soon. Spanking his butt will be the least of what I do."
The other kid looked up to him with great admiration. "Can I come along and help?"
Joe Pat breathed in and swelled his chest. "You bet your ass you can."
End of Chapter Twenty Eight
(Before graduation, some of these guys need to work out their relationships with each other, and maybe examine the reasons for their feelings. But with trouble coming, will they really have time? As always let me say thanks again for the emails and comments. They're a real treat. -- Bart)