Chapter Three -- Keeper of the Keys
Morning dawned over Hinson, its high school ("Home of the Hinson Stallions"), its varsity, and all the townspeople as they roused from sleep. It was a clear day, fresh with the late August stillness. In Josh's house, Mrs. Raider got up and began preparing breakfast for her family. She let her husband sleep in. While she was cooking, she thought back to the night before. Almost to herself she murmured, "If Josh has a new friend, I should suggest he ask him over. Maybe he'd like to spend the night sometime before school starts. When Josh was younger, boys used to like to do that."
Upstairs, Josh was awakened by Troy jumping on him in bed. Josh hated that. They tussled for a minute until Troy got him pinned.
Looking down into Josh's face as he held him, he asked "Who's your boss? Huh, who?" Taking one hand while his knees pinned Josh's arms, he began lightly swatting Josh on the face.
Josh thrashed and twisted, "Not you. That's for sure."
That was when Troy's hand went down between Josh's legs, and found what it wanted.
"What you got there, Josh? Is my Boner Boy brother up for the day?"
"Let go! Let...take your hand..." Josh was kicking and thrusting, but unable to escape the inevitable fingers holding and playing there.
"Better admit I'm your boss. You don't want to squirt yourself again."
Josh shook his head. "You're not my boss. Now stop it."
Troy still held on, using his fingers as a twisting massage on Josh's now hard bone, playing deliciously around the head like a spider dance.
"Boner Boy, Boner Boy, who has got your boner toy?" Troy was delighted in the jingle he made up.
"What are you all doing?" Pete asked from the doorway. "Are you going to make him pee?" After last night, Pete was anxious to see what they might be up to today.
They glared over at him. Then as had been the case so much this summer, both boys told him to get out. That hurt Pete's feelings.
"I'm going to tell mom."
"What exactly?"
"That you play in the bed and won't let me do it too."
Troy said, "OK, if you keep quiet, I'll let you take my place up here. I need to finish getting dressed anyway."
Pete got up in the bed, but Josh wouldn't let him sit on his stomach. His bone was fully hard now, and he didn't want any reminders of last night to be noticed.
"I need to go pee" Josh said, sliding out and keeping a hand in front of his briefs.
"Well go ahead. I sure wouldn't want to hold that thing of yours. I don't know why Tommy enjoyed it so much."
Then with the indifference so characteristic of ten year olds, Tommy went back to his room.
Josh was glad to pee in peace. As he flushed, he thought about going over to Matt's later in the day. He wanted to see those pictures.
Across town, Matt Barton woke up to the sound of a lawnmower running. He had been dreaming of something, and whatever it was his dick was telling him it was great. As he got fully awake, he realized it must have had something to do with Jennings, and the lawnmower was what had registered in his brain to create the dream.
Before hopping out of bed, he fingered the head of his dick. Just like every day this summer, a thrill ran through him. He decided that if a guy had a dick, there wasn't anything better in this life he could wish for.
He got up and looked out the window. Jennings was astride the lawnmower, his muscled legs filling the faded brown shorts he was wearing. He was as always, shirtless, his chest muscles taught and his arms muscular. From this second story window, Matt could get some good camera shots...if he didn't get caught.
He had cleared the memory card, transferring the images to a secret file on his computer, so the camera was ready. He wanted to get as many shots as he could of the jock astride his mower. He had just taken one quick snap when his brother came in the room and said "Breakfast is on the table, runt. Come on. Dad's waiting for the blessing."
"Lemme put some shorts on" he said, pulling an old pair up over his briefs.
"I saw your bone" his brother said.
That kind of thing always embarrassed Matt. He always felt he had to explain about it. "It's just something in the morning."
"You know if dad catches you playing with yourself, he'll send you to that doctor he always talks about, the one that teaches boys to stop."
"I know. I don't do that."
"I hope you're telling me the truth. If not, you know you're playing with fire."
"What do you mean?"
"Guys who start that stuff never stop. They get addicted. They get so they'll do anything to be able to do that stuff. That's why there's that doctor that deals with boys who can't stop."
"I already told you I don't do that."
"Did you wash your hands?" His brother meant it as a subtle jab that he thought Matt had been playing with his dick. But things like that were lost on Matt.
"Yes I just washed them. And my face, too." In his mind he suddenly remembered his finger going up Josh's butt. He flinched and it sent his bone into overdrive. He had REALLY washed his fingers yesterday after that experience.
Breakfast went quickly, and Matt was soon back at his window with his camera. Just as he got the best shot so far, Jennings looked up and called, "Hey, Ding Dong, come on down here. I've got a proposition for you."
He sounded friendlier than normal, so Matt carried his camera along and went over to his yard.
It turned him on to see that Jennings was so sweaty, so glistening, and so full of power. Stopping the mower, Jennings climbed off and put his hand on Matt's shoulder.
"Matt, how would you like to be around the team this year, maybe help with stuff?"
"I'm not much good at sports."
"That's OK. What I want to offer you is a job -- there's no pay -- as assistant team manager. That would mean you'd help keep the equipment straight, you'd make sure the guys had fresh towels after practice, make sure the showers had soap, stuff like that."
Matt was thrilled. As Jennings pulled him closer, Matt felt something that was like yesterday's time with Josh. Immediately he realized this would give him a chance to be around Josh again.
"Yes. That sounds great." He was really excited. "I'll do a good job, I promise."
"I want you to keep your camera handy too. Maybe get some candid shots of the guys when they don't know you're doing it. Think you could do that?"
"Sure." The thought of secret pictures of guys in the showers or getting dressed or maybe even on the pot, sent his mind reeling. But then he had a sobering thought. "But what if I get caught?"
"Don't worry, I'll just tell them you're a dirty little perv" Jennings laughed. "I'll say nude pictures of guys are what make your little hummer hum, and dirty ones make your little hummer rejoice and spit in your pants."
Matt blushed, and then realized he liked being talked dirty to. Jennings kept holding him close. Leaning down he muttered in his ear, `What are you thinking about right now?"
"I'm thinking that this feels good."
"Making your little hummer hum, is it?"
Matt nodded. It was kind of a funny thrill that he was calling his dick a hummer. He thought maybe he'd start calling it that too.
"Listen, can I get a disc with the pictures from yesterday on them? I think I'd really enjoy having them to look at."
"I promised Josh I wouldn't let anybody ever see them."
"Hmm. How about if I talk to you and Josh together? Maybe he'll agree it's OK for me to have a set of them." He figured if he got the two of them together, he could find ways to make them agree.
"I guess that would be OK."
Jennings decided to play all his big cards at once. "You know you'll have to keep quiet in this job. There'll be stuff I ask you to do that I wouldn't want anybody to ever know."
Matt looked up eagerly. Jennings liked it when he had a guy so turned on. "That's right. Juicy stuff, Matt. Stuff that'll make you squeeze your little hummer until you think you'll loose your mind." By the slight bulge in Matt's shorts, Jennings knew he was getting places. He smiled, knowing that given enough exercise, that little hummer would be a big one before long. And when that happened, that hummer would be his.
"Can you get back over here around ten this morning? I've got a big assignment that I think you'll really enjoy."
Matt was delighted. Before he left, Jennings whispered "Save your camera shots of me. The time will come when I'll let you get some of me that will blow your mind."
Ben Stone was preparing to go over to Jennings' house. He was alone. His parents worked and his sisters were long since married and living away. It was nice to have the house to himself, or at least it had been until this crap with Jennings. He hated wearing the cock cage.
He stood before the full length mirror in his bedroom. He probably never would have thought of having a mirror like this, but the room had been his sisters' and they were always standing in front of it. Now he stood before it nude. He looked at the cage between his legs. Then slowly he began his exercises. Almost like a dancer or someone doing tai chi, he moved his arms, then spread his legs, and did some sitting squats. He admired his body.
He liked his muscles. He exercised a lot to keep himself taught and sinewy. When they had lived out at the lumberyard, he had kept in shape hauling and shifting boards, stacking them on the trucks. For him that had been almost as good as weights for working out. Lift, hold, strain, place, move and stand up again.
As he exercised, he thought back to the last game of the previous season. He loved to remember the pass that he went out for, and how he saw it coming high and for a minute he lost it in the glare of the stadium lights. And then it was coming down right into his arms. He could almost hear again the roar of the crowd as he had turned and thundered across the goal.
After twenty minutes, Ben felt ready for whatever lay ahead. Patting his cage, he said "I can't wait to get my hands on you, big fella."
He dressed quickly. He was excited about getting his dick back again, and he couldn't wait for the long ordeal to be over. He wondered if anyone else had ever been forced to go eight days without jacking off. If there was one, he'd like to talk to him, to compare notes about how difficult it was.
Ben walked along at a leisurely pace. The fresh air felt good. His house was shaded by big oak trees and it made it dark inside sometimes. Here in the sun everything looked bright.
He passed by the park but didn't stop there. He saw two seedy looking guys near the woods that lay behind the old bathroom. He made a note to be careful if he ever tried to jack off there again.
During this week with no cock action, he had developed a fantasy about how he would jack off in that restroom the next time. He would go inside and strip completely naked, then push the door open and throw his clothes as far out toward the woods as he could. The thought that he would have to run out to get them after he finished, and probably still be bone hard, made him even hornier.
He smiled and shook his head, took a deep breath, and continued on to Jennings'. It was nearly ten by then.
He found him waiting in the basement, but was surprised to find a younger guy there as well.
"Ben, this is Matt. He lives next door and he's going to be a sort of junior manager for the team this year."
They spoke to each other and then Ben asked, "Can I see you alone? You know, about the business."
Jennings grinned. "He'll be a part of your business. He doesn't know it yet, so why don't you show him what you've got. Strip, Ben."
Matt was flabbergasted at this opportunity. His life had improved greatly in the past 48 hours. Here this guy was taking his clothes off, right in front of him. At 5'9" the guy was four inches taller than him. He admired the chest. Ben Stone had great nipples, tight little things that jutted out amid the swell of his pecs.
Reluctantly Ben took off his shorts and tight white briefs. Matt looked in wonder at the thing his dick was encased in. It gleamed with a silver shine.
"Know what that thing is?" Jennings asked him.
Matt shook his head.
"Go on, step up to it and look at it. You're going to be giving Ben a hand for the next couple of weeks until fall practice begins."
Ben glowered. "What do you mean `giving me a hand'?"
"I mean I'm giving Matt the keys to your cage. He'll be the one to decide when you can have a break, when you can take it off for a hand job. He'll be the one giving you that hand job. You won't be working on it. He'll jack you off and put the cage back on."
"DAMN!" Ben's faced exploded in anger, his cheeks fiery red. He wasn't about to let some younger guy jack him off.
"Careful Ben. Remember, I can just leave it on you with no way out if you don't like what I've arranged." Ben made himself calm down, and Jennings went on. He realized that was true. Jennings was the most powerful guy on the team, and what he said was law. "Matt here is 14, but he's really good at hand jobs. I saw him give one to our newest player Josh yesterday. Right, Matt?"
Matt was so impressed he was still gasping as he tried to answer. "Yeah. I guess so. But what --"
Jennings interrupted him. "All in good time. I'll explain it all. You will have the key to his cock. When he needs to get jacked off, he'll call you and ask for permission. Then if you agree, you two will get together, you'll unlock the cage and give him a good hand job. I know you can do that because I saw the look on Josh's face, particularly when you put your finger up his ass. It also means if you don't think he deserves a hand job, you have the right to tell him no."
Matt didn't realize anyone had seen him do that with his finger. He had only done it because Josh asked him to, to help bring him off in a hurry.
"Ben, I said he would give you a hand. I don't want you to touch your dick until I think you're ready to get a hold on yourself. You need control and I think Matt's a guy who can do that."
"But you mean I have to ask some 14 year old to come jerk me off? What if he says no? Does that mean I have to beg?"
"I'd suggest you do whatever Matt wants. It'll pay to stay on his good side. Now Matt, here are the keys. I'll keep one, just in case, and you take good care of this one. This key will open the way to lots of good stuff for you and Ben. I want you both to get real close over the next weeks. Treat him good and make the shot last as long as you can. Do you think you're up for the job?"
"Yes" Matt's said huskily. His little balls were manufacturing sperm like crazy.
"I'll leave two other things with you for this project. The first is a pair of handcuffs. They don't lock, and if you snap them closed and can't get out, you can twist them and they have a break away feature. But its purpose is to keep Ben under control. If you cuff him and he breaks free, the whole project is over and the cock cage goes on for the entire footballs season. You got that, Ben?"
"Ok. I got it."
"The other thing is this box. In it are a butt plug and a dildo. Matt do you know what they are?"
"No."
"Can you tell him, Ben?"
Ben glowered. "You can stick them up a guy's butt to make him squirm or to give him a thrill."
"You ever used one, Ben? Ever got off stuffing one of them up your butt while you jacked yourself crazy?"
"None of your business."
"OK, I'll count that as a yes. That covers everything. Matt, you strip too and go ahead and get started. I'll let you practice getting the cage off and then you work his cock good. I can hang around and give you some pointers."
Matt took off his clothes and put them in a neat pile in a corner.
"See, he likes you, Ben. See how his little hummer is standing at attention? It looks like it's ready to launch any minute."
"This guy doesn't have hardly any pubes. What would he know about how to jack a guy off?"
Matt blushed. Ben looked at him and suddenly grinned as he saw Matt's eager bone pointing his way. He began to have a change of heart. He liked the way this naked kid seemed so eager to get at his bone. He decided he could probably get along pretty well with this kid. Something about him gave Ben a good feeling in his stomach...and in his balls too.
"Ben, turn around and show Matt your butt. He's got the whitest, smoothest ass of anybody on the team. Guys sometimes run their hands across it while they're in the shower."
"Yeah and they get popped for doing it, too." But he obediently turned around.
Jennings decided it was time to move things along. "Feel that ass, Matt. Have you ever felt anything so smooth? Ben, bend down and show him your hole. Spread your ass cheeks so he can get a real good look. You did get yourself clean before coming over, didn't you?"
Ben hated the question, but nodded that he had. He didn't know why Jennings had such stupid rules. He was always on him about cleaning out his asshole. He thought that was demeaning.
"Yes, I did what you said. I cleaned it the way you wanted."
"Was it before or after you took a crap"
"It was after."
"Was it a good crap?"
Ben absolutely hated this. "Yes it was a good crap. And it was a good cleaning out afterward too."
Jennings turned to Matt. "That's important. Every time you work him off, he must have a good clean hole. As him about it and make him tell you. If necessary, make him show you or make him clean it out again."
Matt looked at the hole. There wasn't much hair and it was clean looking. He had never stood that close to a butt hole before.
"Want to put your finger in it to see how it feels?"
Matt was so excited he thought he might shoot without touching his trembling bone.
"Lick your finger first. No wait, here's a better idea, make Ben suck your finger and get it really moist."
Matt came around in front. Ben was leaning over so much that his face was even with Matt's stomach. Matt extended a finger hesitantly. Ben didn't change expression, but he leaned in and opened his mouth and began sucking on it.
"Ben sucks pretty good, doesn't he? He did a good job on me last night."
Ben glowered, but continued sucking.
"Tell him when you want him to stop, Matt. Remember you're in charge of him now."
"Thanks, Ben. That's enough." Matt walked behind him and slowly put his finger in the long trench crack area around his hole. Ben still held his cheeks apart. The hole itself looked inviting, like it was waiting for him. He saw it flinch. He could appreciate what Ben was going through.
His middle finger was dripping with Ben's saliva. Matt placed it at the entrance of the hole. Ben gave a slight shiver. Matt took a deep breath and began the insertion.
He liked the feel. It was warm and Ben's butt ring took a tight grasp on his finger. Matt slid it back and forth. Ben responded.
"Ok, Matt. Let's take the cage off his cock and get to work now. I want to check you out on it, and I don't have all day."
The unlocking was a magic moment for Matt. Up close where the `good stuff' was, he could feel the warmth, the body heat, even the sexual smell from the overheated balls. He got it unlocked and took it off. Ben gave a great sigh. Matt was so excited he kept squeezing his bone and sort of shuddering when he did.
Jennings handed him a tube of lube. "You'll do better if you grease it up first. The squishing sound adds a lot to the fun, keeps everybody excited. Then take the cuffs and lock his hands behind his head. It's really necessary this time, because he's been so long without cuming that a guy wouldn't be able to resist the urge to grab his dick away from you and get the satisfaction he wants. But part of your job is to make sure Ben always uses your hand and not his. In time he'll grow so dependent on yours that he won't even want to jerk himself off. He'll depend on you and your hand.
"Now, why don't you two sit on the sofa, and Matt you can either sit beside him or get between his legs and reach up. The legs position is better if you want to play with his balls or poke his hole again. I'm going, so you two get started. The basement door is locked from the inside so no one will walk in on you."
At that moment it seemed to Matt that if he lived to be a hundred, nothing in his life would ever compete with this. A guy he could jack off any way he wanted to, take as long as he wanted, and play with him while he was doing that. Ben sat down on the old sofa and Matt cuffed his hands behind his head. Then he sat on the floor between his legs. He took Ben's dick and began greasing it up. At first there was no response.
"It's been too long, Matt. You'll have to be more excited with it to get it started. The pump needs priming." He was leaning back and spreading his legs, pushing his butt to the every edge. "Do my butt again like you did. And when you get one finger up in it, take your thumb and reach behind my balls along the tant and push in. It'll be like massaging me outside and inside all at once. That should get me started."
Matt's left hand held the well-greased hose, while his right went to work on the hole. He liked pushing into the hole, the way Ben went rigid and then sighed. Matt figured he could get a lot of mileage out of that maneuver over the next few weeks, maybe even like taking 30 minutes doing that before ever starting in on the bone. He bet he could have Ben dripping big time.
Ben's hose started to lengthen a little. Matt could feel the muscles or bone-stick starting up. Slow at first, like a snake waking from a winter's nap, but starting up just the same. He liked playing with the snake with his fingers; not the whole hand wrapped tight, but fingers that could touch and slide and slither like the snake itself.
This was the fulfillment of his dreams, of the times when he lay in bed at night and imagined he was holding bigger boys prisoner, doing whatever he wanted to with them, playing tortuously with their dicks. He sometimes would imagine he was their prisoner. While he squeezed his little hummer into multiple dry cums when he was younger, he would imagine them stripping him and working his dick until he begged for mercy.
He was building up a head of steam pumping up and down the piston of Ben's juicer. Ben was responding as well, saying "Great!" "Ah, I've been waiting for so long." "Keep it up." And finally, "Faster! Faster! Squeeze it! Make it sing!"
Both guys were in frenzy, Ben craving relief and Matt on the happiest joy time of his young life. Both were covered in sweat. When Ben suddenly shot, a blast came out so hot and so hard it splattered Matt's face with the very first shot. It startled him but Ben said "Keep it up! Don't stop now! Oh god it's so damn good I can't stand it. Keep pumping!"
It was eight days of cum being released, eight days of sexual agony where he ached to grab his dick, eight days of hot balls churning and blue-balling him.
Matt whipped the bone for all he was worth. Squirts and shots kept coming out until his face and hand were drenched, and cum dribbled all the way down the shaft to the balls. His hand was covered with the stuff. It was hot and had a special smell.
"That's a week's worth of cum, Matt. You want to taste it?"
Matt was still in awe of the whole thing, sure any minute his brother would wake him up and accuse him of jacking off in his sleep. But in the magic on the moment he said, "OK."
"Then give me some too." Ben was reared back, hands cuffed behind his head, his dick still quivering from the orgasm, his whole system like a rocket firing.
"I thought if you tasted your own cum you'd die or something."
"If that was so. I'd have died a long time ago." Matt raised a cum covered hand and Ben licked the cum and sucked it off his fingers. The feel of his mouth on his hand make Matt start squeezing his bone again.
"Thanks, Matt."
After a few minutes, both of them regained their composure. Matt still sat between Ben's legs, with Ben's pole still pointing out beside Matt's face. It had never gone down. He reached up and touched it again. It bobbed slightly. Matt looked directly at the head.
"Did you ever name him?"
"Who?"
"This thing. He's got a nice face."
"No, why. Do you want to name him?"
Matt thought about it a minute, still lightly touching it. "I'd like to call him Hawthorne."
"Why Hawthorne?"
"I don't know. It's the shape of his face and the expression in his piss slit. He just looks like a Hawthorne."
"OK by me. But I don't talk to my dick much."
"That all right. When you need me to give you a hand, you can call and say `Hawthorne wants to see you.' Nobody will know."
Ben just nodded in agreement.
"Ready for the cage?"
"You'll have a hard time caging it right now. It doesn't want to go down."
That was true. Hawthorne still determinedly pointed ahead.
"Well, I guess I'll have to give you another hand, right?"
"It'll take at least one more to get all the stuff out of my balls. They've been horned for a week."
Matt stood up and said "Let me get behind you. I can reach around and jack it. My `little hummer' as Jennings calls it, would sure like to be lined up against your back. I could maybe sort of hump you and ride you and stuff." Matt was really getting into being in charge.
Ben had a funny look, but he nodded. Matt was in heaven. It was like having sex with Ben...well almost. Ben's physical warmth and muscled strength felt great, and Matt hugged him from behind before reaching around and starting on Hawthorne again.
This time it was slower and, in a lot of ways, better. Ben could feel the buildup without it being frantic, and Matt could enjoy feeling every inch of the pole. Plus he got to hump Ben a little. Now that he had gotten his precum to flowing, it made for a smoother hump. Matt buried his face at the top of Ben's back, feeling the warmth and the strength. He wished he could stay that way forever.
This time when Ben shot, his dick was able to go down. Reluctantly he stood up to let Matt put the cage back on him.
"Wait a minute" Matt said. "I'll clean off the head for you."
"Oh that won't be necessary."
Matt looked at him steadily and said with a hint of mischief, "Oh yes it will."
Grabbing tissues from a nearby box, Matt set to work. Before long, Ben was twisting and squirming, "It's sore, Matt. It hadn't been worked on in eight days. I can't stand the touch now."
He hoped the cage would be gone before long, but he realized he liked Matt's hand working him -- it was a lot more fun and more interesting than his own jacking pattern. Maybe it was just that a bigger dick was new to Matt, and he enjoyed finding things he could do with it.
"Can you take the stuff Jennings gave us home? I'd be afraid somebody might find it at my house. They are really strict."
"Take my own torture things home with me?" Ben joked. "Sure. Maybe next time we can use some of them. Now just take my cuffs off."
Matt stood there in the nude. With the cuffs off, Ben reached out and touched his shoulder. "What is it? Want me to do something for you?"
Matt was unsure. "Could you blow me?"
Ben grinned. "If I can blow Jennings, I'm sure I could blow you. But don't think that means I'll keep doing it. I'll lie on the sofa and you get on top, up by my face. That way I can suck your little hummer and run my hands all over your white-ass butt at the same time."
Matt crawled up and positioned himself. When Ben took his dick in his mouth, Matt felt something he had never experienced before. The warmth, the softness, the movement of the tongue across the head sent shivers down his spine. Then he felt Ben's fingers stroking his butt, moving carefully, gently, caressingly across the two orbs. He sighed and looked into Ben's eyes with a renewed sense of wonder. Slowly Ben's fingers moved into his crack, probing until they found the rosebud splendor that rested there.
Matt thought of the moment yesterday when he had inserted his finger into Josh. He wished Josh was here to see this, maybe even to be doing that to him.
Ben had never had a little brother. Sucking on Matt and fingering him, feeling his hot body next to his, made him yearn for what might have been, for a relationship that wasn't just sports and fights and girls, but something like this, holding him close and gently pushing his finger inside Matt. When Matt finally shot, Ben sucked it all down gratefully.
"Now there's some of you inside me" he said.
It was almost lunchtime before Matt and Ben finished. As they parted, Ben said "I'll call when I need some help. You'll have a chance to play with Hawthorne again soon."
Matt felt so full of the experience he could only smile and hurry off.
It was after lunch and Troy was checking some papers he needed to send back to the college as part of his admissions. He realized the stuff should get off in the mail before the weekend. As he finished, Pete and Tommy came in. He looked up from his study desk.
"You guys need something?"
"Tommy wants to ask you something."
Tommy's eyes were eager and he sort of danced on one foot and the other.
"Well?"
"Can we finish getting Josh tonight?"
"We have to wait for the right opportunity. I think our folks are going to be home tonight, so we wouldn't really have a way."
The eagerness never left Tommy's face. "We could do it at my house. My whole family will be out tonight. There's some sort of benefit at the civic center. They told me I didn't have to go, but that I couldn't leave home."
Pete nodded and looked from Tommy to Troy. He was mad at both his brothers for not including him this morning when Troy was getting Josh, but now getting Josh some more would help make up for it.
"Tommy's yard would be great, Troy. We could run him to the far end near the streetlight, and anybody driving by could see him."
"And I could have more fun again. I even thought up some more stuff to do since last night."
Troy shook his head. It was great to be a `college man' or almost one, and he could show how much older he was. "We'll have to see. I'll think it over." He was deliberately being patronizing.
Both boys looked discouraged. "Come on Tommy, let's go back to my room and we can plan stuff."
Troy had a thought. `Where is Josh anyway? I haven't seen him since breakfast."
"I think he went down the street to see some guys. He'll be back soon. We like to keep an eye on him." The two boys giggled conspiratorially.
Troy smirked. "Maybe Josh has decided after last night that he needs a hand with something." He knew they wouldn't catch on to the pun.
When he had finished his work, he decided to take the letter down to the post office so it would go off sooner. While he was there, he saw Chet's truck parked across the street. That gave him an idea. As he saw Chet coming back, he called him over.
"You want to come to my house and see something you won't believe?"
Chet actually had never liked Troy. He thought he was a bully, and Troy had done stuff to him when he had his varsity initiation. It was stuff he didn't like to think about. But now Troy seemed really eager, so Chet agreed.
"What's it going to be?"
"Something on DVD that I made last night. You were one of the two that got Josh yesterday, weren't you?"
"Oh, you have a DVD of that?"
"No, I made a video of some other stuff last night and it's on DVD. Come see."
Upstairs in Troy's room, Chet sat in a chair and Troy sat on the bed. Both were facing the TV screen. Something about it all brought back memories of Chet's initiation into the varsity. Both of them were remembering. Troy felt his dick nudge in his shorts.
"Watch this" he said, and started the DVD. First on the screen was the moment Troy left the room. Tommy was gleefully playing with Josh's dick, while Pete twisted his nipples. The camera was stationary but it was well aimed.
"Damn" Chet said. "That's your brother."
"Yep. And he's being gotten by his little brother and a neighbor boy. I turned them loose on him and told them to have fun. I can promise you they did." The sound came up and Chet could hear Tommy laughing and talking, while Josh fumed and occasionally let out a moan.
The noise attracted Josh who had come home and was out in the hall. Without knocking he opened the door and saw what was on the screen. He pitched a fit.
Troy grabbed him and said, "That video is to make sure I don't get any payback from you. If you try to get me or do anything, I'll make sure everybody gets to see you being worked on by two little kids. You know what they'll think of you then."
Chet stood up to go. This was family business and he had other things to worry about. But Troy stopped him by saying, "Josh, if you think that's so bad, shut up a minute and I'll tell you what we did to Chet. We wanted him not to just be tough, but to be varsity tough."
With a real smirk, he turned to Chet. "Yeah Chet, we got you good. That was some night. We tied you down on those rusty bed springs. It was me and Butch and Lee-Roy. You looked so cute spread eagled out that way, and the first thing we did was give you a shot of tequila. You coughed and sputtered, but we told you that if you didn't swallow it, we'd pry your mouth open and pour half the bottle down it.
"We wanted to get you good, so Lee-Roy had a pocket knife and we used it to shave your hairs off down there. You had a pretty good bunch. Only problem was we didn't have any shaving cream. I'd hold your dick and Lee-Roy would scrape a few off, and we'd put them in your mouth and make you swallow them. You couldn't do anything about it, but you sure struggled.
"I could tell it was rough because your skin started looking scratched. The knife wasn't very sharp, but that's OK it just added to the fun. Lee-Roy he loved his job though. He'd hum and scrape a few hairs off, and Butch would gather them up and say `Here we go. Open wide. Swallow them good so you can grow some more.' Then we'd pour another shot of tequila down your throat.
"Lee-Roy would tell me to give him a better angle, and I'd pull your dick to one side or the other, or hold it against your pubes while he got some around your balls. It's funny how hard a guy's dick can get, even when he's scared. Lee-Roy he'd get mad and say Get that dick out of my face before I cut to off' and I'd let go of it and he'd slap it -- pretty hard too -- and then I'd grab it again and Lee-Roy he'd go back to scraping off them hairs. Finally he said Hell, I think I'll pull them out by the roots and save everybody some time.' We were pretty high on tequila by then and you looked like you were going to go crazy. Butch even grabbed a clump of them and gave a yank and you hollered so hard we thought we'd have to gag you.
"Well finally we got them shaved, and you looked real pretty down there, like a baby or a little boy. That was when Lee-Roy pretended there were some hairs growing along your dick, and he grabbed it -- it was bone hard -- and started scraping down it.
"You had done a pretty good job of swallowing them hairs, but a few got in your teeth and that set us all to laughing. We'd ask you who you'd been blowing -- stuff like that. Then we'd give you some more tequila to wash them all down. Finally when you were pretty raw down there, we poured tequila all over your crotch and balls. Man I thought you'd rise up to the ceiling you were struggling so hard. Then to be helpful, we rubbed some more in, and made sure your balls got a second dose.
"You were pretty out of it by that time, so we decided to see how long we could work your dick and keep you from shooting. Lee-Roy turned out to be an expert at that. He'd begin with a nice regular pace, and when he saw you start to tense and gasp, he'd take his hand away and we'd laugh and you'd try to hump the air. Me and Butch we took turns rubbing our dicks in your face. You hated that. I wanted to make you suck us, but Lee-Roy and Butch said no, that we'd likely start something that there's no way back from. They were sticklers about not going too far with a guy, at least that was true back then. But I'll tell you the truth, Chet, I still think that was a good idea and if I ever get the chance I think I'm gonna make you do that."
He paused, enjoying his moment of being able to torment both of them at the same time. On the TV, Tommy had just made Josh cum. Troy pointed toward the screen, and resumed his story.
"Anyhow" Troy said, returning to his story as he grinned at Chet, "Lee-Roy would jack you to the edge and stop, wait a second, and start back slow. We had you practically babbling toward the end, begging us to let you cum. You were willing to promise anything, willing to tell us anything. Finally after about an hour, Lee-Roy said he would finally let you shoot. He would hold your dick and if you could thrust enough, you'd shoot. The secret was he wasn't holding your dick as tight as before, and you couldn't get much movement tied down on the bed, but you sure as hell tried. I think finally you realized it wasn't going to happen unless you agreed to something.
"So you said we could do whatever we wanted to you. With that, Lee-Roy gave you a golf ball to suck on, and when it was good and wet we untied your legs and held them over your head, and Lee-Roy pushed the ball up your ass. Right up your butt hole. You sure screamed, man. We couldn't stop laughing. We said It's for your own good' and You're right on the ball, Chet,' and stuff like that. Anyhow once it was inside we grabbed duct tape and taped up your butt so it couldn't pop back out.
"We tied your hands behind your back before we let you go, and we said we'd leave your clothes at the old restroom at the park. I gave your butt a good hard spank and we took off.
"The best thing was we never did let you cum. You had gone through all that, and even after you agreed we could do whatever we wanted, we still didn't finish off your bone. You ran all the way to the old restroom with your bone pointing out in front, AND with your legs spread wide. I laughed my fool head off. Even the next week, you were walking funny. What'd you ever do with that golf ball, anyway?"
"None of your damn business."
"Well when the team saw you Monday in the locker room all shaved and scraped, they knew something had happened. And I let them know which guys did it to you. I figured that'd be an object lesson for them, so nobody would challenge me in anything. After that moment I ruled, man. I totally ruled."
There was a big bulge in his pants. Chet knew Troy got off on stuff like that. Troy looked over. "Like what you see, huh?"
"No, just thinking what a total jerk you are."
Troy waited a moment, then got a gleam in his eyes. "By the way, how did you ever get your wrists untied at the old restroom? I mean there's never anybody there except...yeah except sometimes for some pervert. Is that how you got loose? Did some perv feel you up or did you have to blow him to get your wrists free? I bet you both got a charge out of that."
"That's disgusting. I'm out of here."
"Me too" Josh said. He followed Chet down the stairs. "Can I get a ride to Matt's?"
"Sure. You have my sympathy about your brother. He's seriously twisted."
"I'd really like to get some payback for all he's done to me. Are you in?"
Chet smiled. "Sure. Payback time. Count on me."
Upstairs, Troy grabbed the phone book and sat down. "I wonder where Lee-Roy is now, if he's still around. Maybe I'll give him a call. I need him to work his magic on several guys I want to get. Maybe Butch knows how to reach him."
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(Thanks to all of you who have written. It really encourages me. Thanks for your ideas as well. - Bart)