Chapter Thirty Sam's Cookout
By Thursday Grove Hill had solidified their plans for capturing Jennings, Sam had completed all the preparations for his cookout with friends (including a special feature for the night he was sure they would love), and Ace was deeply involved in Cody's scheme to ensnare Ryan. Jennings, preoccupied with his upcoming date, still dragged his feet about plans to get even with Grove Hill. Matt's father was recovering nicely in the hospital, which allowed Matt to return to school. Chet was glad of that since he needed to try again to get a time out from the cock cage Jennings was forcing him to wear. It had become pure agony by now.
In fact when Chet was on his way to the auditorium for a cap and gown measurement, he spotted Matt outside the gym, and broke from line to go over. He took Matt into one of the side rooms and began his plea.
"Matt, listen, I'm not sleeping, I'm constantly on edge, and I think I'll loose my mind. Please let me have just one time out of the cage."
Matt was more somber since his father's illness. He looked at Chet sadly and said "I can clean you now. I'm afraid that's about all. Let me get my bag. Wait here."
When he returned and removed the cage, he explained, "If you take a time out, there'll be less stuff when the time comes that Jennings releases you. I think he'll do to you what he did to Ben Stone."
"What was that?"
"Jennings made him jerk off in front of him and catch the stuff so he could examine it. He was determined to make sure Ben hadn't cheated on him. Luckily Ben had a big load, the kind that takes a while to build up in your balls. Not the milky white stuff when you beat it too often, but real, hot, thick cum."
"What? I have to prove to him that I didn't cheat? That's insane."
"It's Jennings' way. I'm just saying that if you jerk off before he's ready for you to, he'll know. And Chet, I've seen Jennings when he's been lied to or thwarted. He won't put up with someone trying to trick him. He goes ballistic. You don't know what things he might do in retaliation."
He was cleaning Chet carefully. He felt sorry for what Chet was going through. Doing this much with a guy's dick -- carefully wiping his balls and slipping the foreskin back and making sure everything there was clean, then going down the length of the shaft to where it came out of the pubes -- was really a big experience for Matt. Lately he had noticed that sometimes when he got hard in class, he could picture Chet's dick and imagine giving him a hand job to get some relief, and how Chet would feel indebted to him.
"We have to be careful around Jennings, Chet. If he heard you talking that way, we don't know how he would react."
Chet looked into Matt's grey eyes. "Believe me, Matt, at this point I don't care. I'll do anything to get a time out."
That jogged Matt's memory. "Well...I don't know if you'll like this idea. In fact I don't like it myself, but Josh's a friend."
"What? Just tell me what and I'll do it."
"Remember what you and Josh did?"
"Yes" he said hesitantly, then added "It was mutual. I swear, it was mutual."
Matt sighed sadly. "I was always sure it was. That's what disappoints me about Josh."
"I don't know what you're talking about. What does Josh have to do with any of this? I mean, what about right now? I need to get off in the worst possible way. Hurry, Matt. Please, I'm desperate."
Matt could sense a slight vibration in Chet's organ. "You remember you had Josh in the butt? You screwed him? You porked him? You fucked him?"
Chet was thrown by the look of anger in Matt's face. "Yes, but what does that have to do with what we're talking about?"
"Josh wants to fuck you, to get back at you for fucking him. He wanted me to see if you'd let him fuck you in return for getting out of the cage long enough to jack off."
"I guess so. But I want to get off right now. Please, Matt."
Matt realized nobody cared about his feelings for Josh, nobody else knew his sense of loss when he found out Josh had already gone and screwed somebody without waiting for Matt.
He continued cleaning Chet, and suddenly realized that he had finished the job and was stroking Chet's balls. They seemed bigger than last time. He wondered if it was realty true that some guys could have problems in their balls if they got overloaded.
"Matt?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something. So you want me to let Josh know he can have sex with you?"
"Yes, if you let me have ten minuets right now."
"Oh...I'm sorry, Chet. You remember what Jennings said, that I have to be the one to work you off. You can't do it yourself until he says you can."
"Then can you start now?"
"It would have to be after Josh gets to have you."
He began putting the cage back on."
"Nooo," Chet whimpered. "Nooo, Matt. Please." He was begging. And once again he forgot and reached out for Matt. He wasn't going to hurt him. He didn't really know what he had planned to do, but Matt jumped back and Chet saw the look on Matt's face.
Thinking quickly, he said "Look what it's doing to me. I've got to get out of this, Matt." Than in despair he said, "Why were you willing to break Jennings' rule and let me out if I let Josh fuck me, but not break the rule for anything else. Is it because Josh wants it and you're in love with him?"
Matt said nothing. Realizing that all this was futile, Chet dropped his hands to his sides. He stood meekly as Matt finished reattaching the cage. Finally Matt explained "This isn't any fun for me either. I don't like treating someone this way. You know the only reason I'm doing this is that Jennings has a tape of me jacking off a bunch of times in his basement and he's threatening to show it to the whole team if I don't follow orders."
Chet took a deep breath. "I'd like to ask you something, Matt. I know from everybody who knows you that you are honest and truthful, and I know I can believe what you tell me. Now don't get offended, but has Jennings had sex with you?"
Matt looked surprised. "No, he hasn't."
"Well about half the team believes you're his butt boy. They think you got the manager's position so he could fuck you anytime."
"No. Honest, Chet, he's been really good to me. He's given me a spare key to his basement. I had told him how my brother is against jacking off and is always trying to catch me at it so he can send me to the dick doctor. Jennings said I could come to his basement any time and do it -- provided he wasn't there. But as it turns out, he had a hidden camera that is motion-activated, so he's got tapes of me."
"He really is a bastard, isn't he?" Chet commented.
They now had a mutual bond. Both resented Jennings putting them in this situation. After a moment, they turned and left, Matt to do equipment stuff, and Chet to get his cap and gown. Chet was overwhelmed with sexual frustration. Matt's dick was moist and his balls churned. He wanted to be with Josh so badly he could hardly think of what chores he had to do for the team.
But he looked forward to one thing: the cookout at Sam's tonight. It would be the first time since football season a bunch of the varsity would be together in a relaxed, happy gathering. And he would get to be with Josh again.
When Josh arrived at Sam's cookout on Thursday night, he found the party in full swing. It was mainly some of the team and friends from school, and this time it was all male. There were about 20 guys, most near the same age. Sam had explained in advance he wanted to be with his buddies one last time before graduation, and he had some wild ideas that wouldn't go over well if girls were present. Josh was a little hesitant as to what that might involve.
People were already getting their hamburgers off the grill, and Josh sat down by Matt. He saw Chet across the room. Then as he looked around and saw who the others were, he got an uncomfortable feeling. Chet wasn't the only one who had had sex with him. Zack was there, and Steve Johnson, although with Steve it was more jacking off and all like that. He winced as he remembered Steve's little brother Ace had a tape of them playing on Steve's bed. And Ryan was eating with some of the other Juniors. He had sucked Ryan off, but it didn't count because supposedly he was helping him out.
Seeking so many from his past together in one place made Josh suddenly realize how active he had been. Ever since Matt had accused him of playing the field while he was waiting for him, Josh had done some thinking. At the time that he had done things with these guys, it just seemed random. Now he wondered if there was a pattern.
But, just as he always did, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. "How's your dad?" Josh asked Matt between bites of hamburger.
"He's doing OK, but they want to keep him until the weekend, just to be safe. My brother Bret has night classes as well as his daytime job at the hardware store, so they want me to stay at the hospital some. I don't guess I'll be able to come by until the weekend. But I'll let you know."
A few moments later Sam got up and told the group about the purpose of having them without dates.
"I thought we'd have one last contest, one last strip poker kind of challenge, one last streak."
There was a little nervous laughter. But a few seemed very interested, even to the point of lightly touching their crotches.
"The goal is to reach the old Connor house and return. It's a nice long streak, one I'm sure the lucky guy will thoroughly enjoy." Guys shifted in their places as their crotches enlarged.
Ryan listened and once again wondered why these guys enjoyed getting somebody stripped so much. But then he too shifted in his place. Erections had begun to occur frequently, and it bothered him. Back home in Wyoming it had only been in bed at night while he was sleeping. Now it seemed to happen almost anywhere.
"Some of us may want to cheer him on. Others may want to offer him a few slaps to the butt as he starts out, sort of a farewell sendoff on his streak."
Sam got no further because there was a screech of tires, slamming of breaks, and a car noisily halted out by the street. They all looked in that direction. In a moment Jennings stumbled out and began walking over. His walk seemed uneven.
While he was still a few yards away, he demanded, "Who the fuck told you to give a party without me?"
Sam had been standing; the others were seated on the ground. Sam stepped toward him.
"Hello, Jennings. You know you were invited."
"Not individually" he said, slurring his words as he staggered slightly. "It's my damned team and it should be my damned party."
Matt whispered to Josh, "He's drunk."
Guys glanced around awkwardly. There had been a real spirit among them until now. They all felt they belonged together. That changed as they looked at Jennings.
"Anybody got a damned beer?" Jennings asked.
Sam stood beside him now, and Ted went over too. Quietly Sam said, "Why not sit down and have a hamburger. We've been waiting for you. Everything's hot."
Jennings looked around blearily at the group and spotted Chet. He sneered, "Chet, my loyal buddy. Stand up, Chet. Stand up and show them what you're wearing."
Matt looked at Josh and whispered, "There's going to be trouble."
"You mean the cock cage?"
"Yes."
"I thought that was supposed to be a secret."
"It was but Jennings is so drunk and so mad at Chet I think he just doesn't care any more."
"Why is he mad at Chet?" But before Matt could say anything back to Josh, Jennings snarled, "Did you hear me, Chet? Show them what you've got!"
Chet looked across at him levelly. "I don't think so."
Jennings was getting pissed. ""If you don't show them what I put on you, I'll show them what I have on you and Josh."
Chet knew that meant the video. He looked across at Josh. He was sorry he had done something that brought Josh into this as well. Jennings said loudly "I've got a DVD of it in the car. I've even got one of those portable DVD players. I'll go get it and let the whole group see."
The guys seemed interested but were puzzled by Jennings' actions. They sensed there was more to this than they knew. Sam and Ted knew the truth and leaned close to Jennings.
"I think you need to relax" Ted said to him.
Jennings got angrier by the moment. "Chet, this is your last chance; if I go out to my car..."
Reluctantly Chet stood up. All conversation stopped. He unsnapped his jeans, unzipped, and let them drop. They all saw the cock cage.
"How's it feel, Chet? Been missing your little friend in the cage? Want him to come out and play some?"
A couple of the guys didn't even understand what the gadget was. A lot of whispering and gesturing was going on as Chet stood there, his arms folded and his face defiant. He said nothing.
Sam said in Jennings' ear, "You're drunk. Let me drive you home."
"This'll teach you not to go around fucking guys in the butt in my basement." You could have heard a pin drip. Nobody knew what to say. Changing direction, Jennings snarled "What's it worth to you, Chet, to have time off from the cage? Huh? I'll give you time off right now, if you'll beat off in front of everybody."
Chet made an obscene gesture and pulled his jeans back up. Jennings rushed at him in a frenzy, but stumbled and fell. Sam and Ted were on him right away, pinning him until they could calm him down.
"We're taking you home right now. We'll bring your car to you in the morning."
They hustled him off while people covered the embarrassment with rapid conversation. "When'll we get even with Grove Hill?" "Let's avenge what they did to Ryan." A couple of guys moved over by Chet and, in honest if tactless curiosity, asked how hard it was to be in the cage. He just gave them a look and said they better hope they never have to find out.
With Sam leading Jennings away, Ted took over Sam's job and returned the conversation to the streak. He began by explaining the conditions of losing. "The loser of the game has to streak from Sam's to the old Connor place and back. There's a package on the Connor porch the streaker has to find and bring back. The guy has 30 minutes. The most direct and quickest route takes him past a strip mall and a busy filling station. The safest route takes twice as long but can still be done in the time limit, provided he doesn't stumble or get stopped. If he runs over the time limit, all the guys get to give him the opportunity to streak again at a time and place of their choice. But there is an incentive, an obstacle, and as I just explained, a penalty.
"The incentive you'll find out about when you are ready to start out. The obstacle is that someone will be hiding along the way. If he catches you going or coming back, you get your hands tied behind your back and a 14 inch rope tied to each ankle to hobble you. You can still run, but not as easily or as fast."
When Ted finished giving the terms of losing, Chet raised a hand.
"If I have to run naked it would be worse since anyone seeing me would see the cage. It's like a double penalty. Maybe I better not play."
Matt got up and came over, leaning down to where Chet sat. "I've got the key with me, and I can take that off for the race. Just promise you won't jack."
Chet at almost 19 looked up with a sour expression at the 14 year old boy. It was embarrassing having to deal with him anyway, but now the kid was acting like he was his mother.
"Right, Matt. Like I would stop and jack off when I'm trying to run and get back as fast as possible."
Matt looked at him sadly. "I was only trying to help" he said.
"All right. I guess I shouldn't have griped at you. But if you take the cage off they will all know you're the one with the key. They're gonna rib me enough just about the cage now that they know. I don't need anything further to set them off or give them more ammunition."
At that point Sam got back. He nodded to Ted to signal that Jennings was now safely at home. Then he turned to the group.
"We're all wearing different amounts of clothing. Everybody strip down to shirt, shorts, underpants, and shoes with no socks. That'll make the game go faster and we'll all be starting from the same place. The game is just a variation on strip poker, but made easier to get to the punishment quicker."
Most guys, including Josh, were wearing underwear. After the way Sam and Ted had treated him Monday about Ryan, he had defiantly resumed his normal underwear pattern. They hadn't questioned him about it since.
The opening hand resulted in Ben losing his shirt. There was a little laughter because, although they had dressed and showered together all season, somehow slowly undressing in Sam's back yard was a little more open.
Chet had calmed down from his scene with Jennings and his words with Matt. He knew his mood was caused by not having any sexual release for a week. Because he was concentrating on that, he didn't follow the cards and ended up losing that hand. He chose to pull off his shoes, since they had been told the loser would be allowed to run with shoes on.
As the rounds continued, everybody eventually lost something, but as the game neared completion, it was Josh who began losing every hand.
"I don't understand," Josh said to Matt as he finally lost his briefs. "I thought I was doing pretty good until now."
Matt liked looking at him as he reluctantly stood up and pulled them off. Each person's clothing was in a pile right beside them, so there was no possibility of confusion.
People grinned at Josh. Some made comments about his now-famous streak on X-Tube. "You gonna put on a good show?" someone asked.
Sam came over. Ted had gone off somewhere. "Get your shoes on and when you're ready, signal me and I'll start the timer. Think you can do it in 30 minutes?"
"I sure hope I can. But if I don't, would I have to streak for each of them individually, or once for all of them?"
Sam avoided the answer. "That reminds me: I'll get the incentive. You'll need that before you start out. That way you won't have to worry about streaking again."
Josh didn't like the cheerful way Sam said that. As he stood there, he realized that he was going to be boning up before he was halfway across the yard. He didn't know why getting naked automatically made him get hard if people were around. Looking at the group, he saw all eyes were on him. That did it. He felt the first twitch of an erection starting up.
That was when Sam returned with a small round bottle. When he unscrewed the lid, it had a sponge attached to a swab, and it was dripping.
"It's something nice for Josh's balls" Sam said. "You guys gather around and see how it works."
Immediately they surrounded him, which made his dick get even harder. They grinned and snickered. One of them turned to Chet and asked, "Would it give you any relief to work Josh off? I mean if you can't work your own, working someone else's is the next best thing." Chet gave the guy a punch on the arm, but he was actually looking at Josh's growing erection.
Stuff like that was what drove Josh into extreme horniness, knowing people were looking at him and enjoying seeing him and maybe even wanting to touch him.
Sam said "Josh, when I put this stuff on, you'll have about 15 minutes before it'll start to burn. Just realize it won't actually burn your balls, but it sure will feel like it's turning them to fire. Now this bottle here" he said, producing a similar bottle with a different label, "this will take the burn away. It'll clear your balls. When you get back, we'll put it on you right away. But the incentive is to try to get back as fast as you can.
"One last thing: whatever you do, do not rub your balls, no matter how much they may itch. That'll only increase the burning. Think you've got that straight?"
"He may not have got it straight, but his dick sure has, just look at it" someone said. They laughed. Josh felt uncomfortable since his balls weren't burning but they sure felt wet from the painting. But he didn't dare wipe them since that might start the itching.
"OK, get ready. You can choose either way to the old Connor house. But don't get caught by someone waiting for you. Keep your eyes open and if someone starts toward you, run the other way fast. Otherwise it's tied hands and hobbled feet. If that happens, anybody can stop and do whatever they want with you. When we played this a couple of years ago, some really bad stuff happened to a guy that some neighborhood teens caught."
Josh's interest perked up right away. "Like what?"
"Don't waste time on that now, Josh. The clock is already running on when your balls will start to burn." He slapped him on the butt and said "Head out and good luck!"
That was like a trigger to get the others started. As Josh ran across the yard to the street, guys running along were slapping him on the butt. A couple of them kept grabbing for his dick, since it was such a prime target sticking out in front slightly raised but totally boned. It bounced as he ran, but their grabs and slaps made it bounce even more. After a block they dropped back, since it was his job to safely get to the Connor place and back. But several of them, when they heard the rules, decided that if it did take longer than 30 minutes, which would mean he had been caught, cuffed, and hobbled, they would go out to meet him and have fun on the rest of the way back.
Josh ran, conscious that the wind across his balls was making them dry out sooner. His dick bounced. It was such a turn on to be running this way, scared of being seen, anxious to get this over, and afraid of what people might do to him if he was caught. For a Thursday night the street wasn't busy. He tried to stay in the shadows, and wondered if he'd do better to take the lighted way which was quicker.
He had just gotten up to a good steady speed when he felt his dick getting even harder, totally boning on him. He grabbed it for a quick squeeze, hoping it would give him enough of a thrill that he wouldn't have to feel the excitement as it bounced along the way. He couldn't stop to squeeze one out, but maybe he could satisfy it with a tight squeeze and it wouldn't tempt him so much. He couldn't figure out why his dick had been so out of control this whole school year, ever since last summer at the creek actually.
That squeeze felt great. He had to be careful because it would just keep wanting more. He gave it another squeeze and wondered if he could hold out for the rest of the way. The strip mall with its lighted windows and corner drugstore was ahead. Most of the shops would be closed by now, but the windows remained lighted until midnight. A car went by and honked. Then another came by, slammed on brakes, and two guys got out and started running over.
"Hey, are you the guy from YouTube?" They looked like they were about 20 years old. Josh didn't know them, but he kept running. They caught up with him and started jogging along.
"Are you that guy?"
"Yes." He was conscious of his bone bouncing and the guys pulling out camera phones.
"Can we get a few snaps? We'd like to post them too."
The drugstore was up ahead. That was the greatest danger of someone walking out as he passed the front door.
"I'm being initiated into something. Please don't stop me. I have to get this done."
They couldn't keep up and snap any pictures that would have any quality. "Will you come back this way?"
"I'll do my best" Josh panted, just as a woman pushed open the door and stepped out with her prescriptions. She screamed and stepped back in. Josh was dying of embarrassment. The two guys turned when they saw her, and ran back to their car. An older man came out and shook his fist at Josh. "I'm calling the cops! You're not supposed to be running around naked in the first place, but especially not in the condition you're in now!"
A little boy peeked out from behind him and said "Wow! I've never seen one like that." The man pushed him back inside. "How'd he get one that big, daddy?"
Josh ran on. He hoped the cops wouldn't come. If the man and the boy told them about him, they could accuse him of being one of those sex people he had heard about. `Exhibitionists' he thought they were called.
The old Connor place was down a side street that reached a hill before it ended in a dirt road. His destination was on that hill. He ran as fast as he could.
Back at Sam's, guys were still sitting around talking. Most hadn't bothered getting dressed, because they were in their briefs or boxers and were contented just enjoying the time together.
Ryan was the exception although he had not intended to be. He was in briefs just like them, but had been sitting with his legs drawn up, unconsciously protecting himself in his usual modest way. It tickled some of the other guys how Ryan would turn away in the shower so as not to be exposed.
If it had not been for Grove Hill painting his dick and balls, they would probably have messed with Ryan before now. It was normal for the other guys to get the new guy in some way or other. Some guys enjoyed the power involved in initiating someone new, while others secretly enjoyed the feeling of getting their hand on another guy's body when he couldn't do anything about it.
The sense of camaraderie was almost like a scent in the air. Two guys looked over at Ryan, grinned at each other, and silently moved over beside him. One was at his right, the other slightly behind his left. Ryan nodded as they sat down, then drew his legs up a little more. Whether that was modesty or a sense that something was in the air, was hard to tell.
Ryan was too innocent to realize those long legs and flimsy briefs were practically an invitation to someone to mess with him. Maybe not to do anything that might seem sexual, but to at least have some fun with that lanky body just waiting for them. Others across the circle sensed something was up.
The guy behind Ryan leaned in and said "I hear the paint job is about to wear off. Is that true?"
Ryan nodded. "It doesn't seem so obvious now. Sam and Ted got me a salve I put on every night and it seems to be working."
The guy at his right grinned and asked, "Can we check it out?"
A guy further away, hearing this, said "Yeah, I'd like to see too."
Ryan started getting anxious. He reached behind him to where his pile of clothes was supposed to be. They weren't there. They had gotten pushed further away from the circle when the two guys sat down. He reached further back and the guy behind him took his wrist and said "Come on, Ryan. We're your buddies. You always hide in the shower. But since we're all together here tonight, let's just have a look at how they're doing."
Another guy got up across the way, paused grinning and said "Come on, Ryan. Let us check out your stuff." Then he started over.
Ryan would never have run down the street in briefs in his life, but he was prepared to do it now if that was what it took to get him out of this.
He pulled up his legs preparing to stand, but the guy holding his wrist wouldn't let go. Then the one on his right pushed his shoulders back, and suddenly he was sprawled out and held down by his shoulders and arms. The rest hurried over, some kneeling beside him and some standing. He consoled himself that they were hiding his body from the street and no one walking by could have seen him back there.
There was grass underneath him, but as he squirmed he realized he might accidentally be working his briefs down since the elastic waistband was old. He wondered what they would do next.
The guy who'd walked over leaned down and put his fingers in that waistband. "Let's just take a quick look and pull them back up, OK Ryan?"
He started to shake his head, and instinctively drew up his legs. Two guys kneeling in front of his feet grabbed his ankles and held them still.
Ryan started shaking his head. These were his teammates. Teammates didn't do things like that to each other, at least not back in Wyoming. That was it, of course. He wasn't in Wyoming any more.
The guy with his fingers in the waistband repeated his question, "Ok Ryan? Just one look. OK?"
The fingers teased at it, and Ryan could feel people closing in. He figured the only thing to do was to give in, and hope for the best.
"OK. If you want to."
"Good move" the guy said, which seemed to indicate he would have pulled them down anyway. Very gently he began pulling them down, using only his fingers at the waist. Because Ryan's butt was flat on the ground, he had to pull to get the backside down. Ryan felt like they might stretch or tear, so he raised up.
"See?" the guy told the others, "Ryan doesn't mind. He's even cooperating."
He stopped pulling when they were below his balls, but he held the waistband anyway. "Can everybody see? Anyone need a better look?"
Someone said "If he'd lift his legs we could see his balls better. Right now since it's dark we can't tell if they're still painted as black as they were."
"Ryan, lift your legs. Guys, hold his ankles up so people can see the balls from the back."
Now his briefs were nearly at his knees, and the guy at the waistband hadn't let go, so he was actually stretching them whether he realized it or not. Guys lifted his legs and spread them, and the rest of the guys started crowding around to look at his balls. Ryan felt humiliated. A guy's privates were supposed to be private. Not only that but he suspected some of them were looking at his butt hole.
"I can't get a good look, can you lift his legs higher?" someone asked.
Ryan felt his legs going up, and not only that but being spread as they did so. His lower back was now off the ground, and more weight was being borne by his shoulders.
Somebody asked "Has anybody got a flashlight? I still can't get a good look" and someone else asked "Are you sure it's his balls and not his hole you're trying to look at?" There was a lot of laughter. Ryan knew he was blushing.
A flashlight clicked on, and someone said "They still look a little black. But you're right, I can see his hole real good now that they've got his legs pulled wide."
"Hey!" Ryan cried out, struggling to pull his head up to glare at whoever was saying those things. He could feel his legs being spread even more, and could tell the flashlight was being passed around.
But then things quieted down and the original guy asked the others "Did everybody get to see his paint job?" There was a murmur of agreement. "Well, I'll pull these back up and they can set you flat again, Ryan."
Ryan felt his briefs going back up over his butt, and then the hands at his waist let them snap closed. Except that they were noticeably looser now. Not only that, but the guys holding his shoulders and wrist hadn't let go. And everybody was still standing there, looking at him. It was like they were waiting for something to happen.
The guy beside him leaned across his chest and pinched a nipple. Ryan bucked and said "Hey! Don't do that!"
The crowd started laughing. "So he's a nipple man." "I always figured that's why he tried to hide himself." "Let's see what happens if we play with his nipples!"
A couple of guys began fighting over his nipples, pinching them, twisting them, pulling on them. He tried to writhe and twist from side to side, except he was held so well he couldn't really get much movement. Then someone who obviously felt left out of the nipple war said "Let's see about his feet. Is he a big toe man or a little toe man?"
Things were getting worse. His feet were being tickled, his toes were being pulled or played with, and it seemed like hands were all over him. His nipples were reacting violently to their torture, and then something worse started. He began to get that feeling deep in his stomach that told him he might start to get an erection.
He hated that. He had to escape. He struggled even harder, which only encouraged them to keep up with their ministrations. He was being held so securely there was almost nothing he could do. His ankles couldn't move and his arms and shoulders couldn't either. His wiggling was making his briefs pull down a little. But the feeling in his stomach continued, grew, and his balls began to churn as well. He knew what was going to happen and he didn't know what to do. He was making so much noise some of them put their hands over his mouth to keep the neighbors from coming over to see what was going on.
And then it happened! He felt his dick give a little jump. And then with all those hands moving over him, he felt one brush past his dick. That was all it took. He completely boned.
"Look! Ryan's got a boner! Hey, Ryan, is that why you hide away in the showers?" "Look, maybe it wants to come out so we can see how red it looks when it's hard." "Let Ryan's pet hobby get some breathing room." "Let's let it get some air." "Grab those briefs!" Everybody wanted to get into the act, and everyone had some smart comment to make.
Ryan was desperate. He shook his head violently, the only means he had to say no. He didn't want them exposing him with an erection, and he could tell from their voices and their grins that they would love to get him that way.
Sam, in his role as host, had gone back into the house to get some refreshments. He was enjoying what was happening to Ryan, but he didn't want to look like he was approving it. So he left them to do what he knew they would.
The guy who had first pulled his briefs down spoke up. "Guys! Listen, Ryan doesn't want this. I say let's give Ryan a chance."
There was general disappointment and even some muttered grumbling, things like "It's no worse then the varsity initiation."
"OK, let me explain what I mean. Remember Hodge from a couple of years back? He'd bone anytime guys put their hands on him. Let's see if Ryan's bone can go down if we just hold him. If he's like Hodge, he'll stay hard as steel, and maybe even start to drip. If we hold him without moving our hands for say five minutes and he starts to go down, we'll let him go. But if he stays hard, then we'll get his stuff off and see where we go from there."
Ryan was desperate. There were hands on his chest, hands on his nipples, hands on his abs, his thighs, his feet. Each of his big toes was being held between thumb and index finger. He knew his penis was rigid. It might not be at full mast, but it was definitely stiff. He tried to think of things that might make it go down, like how embarrassed he would be if they yanked his briefs off or made him streak like Josh. But instead all he could feel emotionally was the hands all over him like they were taking over his body. The worst part of it, the absolute worst, was that he liked it.
This was the fear he had always harbored, that somehow letting guys handle your body would get you addicted to it. One time he had watched through a partly opened doorway at the gym in Wyoming and seen two guys embracing. He had known them, respected them, and now he saw them embracing, hugging, and massaging each other.
Too late he knew those were the last images he ought to have been thinking of to make his erection go down. Instead now it was in locked tight mode, stiff and jutting against his briefs.
Someone called out "It sure ain't going down. Look at that sucker. It wants to get out of there."
Whoever was timing this said "Time's up, Ryan. Looks like you lose your briefs."
People holding him let go, except for the guys on his arms and ankles. The guy who originally pulled his briefs down came back, leaned down, and said "Here we go, Ryan"
They lifted his legs high, the guy pulled the briefs down slowly, and guys applauded and cheered. Sam came back outside to see what was happening. He had kept an eye on things from the kitchen window.
As he got to the group, Ryan's briefs were coming off his ankles. His legs were still held high, and were spread so his butt and hole were on full display. But as he was lowered down, Sam could see how totally boned he was. Guys still laughed and Ryan finally got up and stood there, dusting himself off. He reached down and covered his erection, but it didn't do much good since he had to hold his hand about 6 inches away from his crotch.
The guy who had been the most in control of this said "Don't hide it, Ryan. Everybody's got one, it's just that most guys don't have one with a red head."
"Hey Sam, you gonna make him streak?" someone called out. Ryan realized his meager pile of clothes had now completely disappeared.
Sam knew that with Jennings passed out at home, the leadership position had fallen to him. He could see the eager look on their faces, the crowd mentality that smelled blood -- or good sex.
"Easy, guys. Let's make it an option and let Ryan choose. If we can make him squirt without touching his equipment, he gets to streak. If he can hold back for say 15 minutes, we give him his clothes back and his initiation to the varsity is over. That's my decision."
The team accepted his leadership and nodded. Of course most of them hoped Ryan would shoot and then have to streak, and that idea turned them on immensely. Ryan naturally did not think much of any of that. But he couldn't run away naked, so he had no choice but to stay. He was already standing, even though the rest were sitting down, and he kept standing since he thought it would be a sign of weakness to crouch back down or squat. Unfortunately that left him as the center of attention, which made his erection that much more embarrassing.
"How do we do try to make him squirt off if we can't touch it?" someone asked.
"Easy," Sam said. "Ryan lies down, we each take say one minute to do what we think will work, and see how it goes. Ryan has to cooperate by not struggling, we line up, and I'll go last. Anybody that doesn't want to handle Ryan's body doesn't have to." He said that because he had seen a couple of the guys make worried expressions as if they smelled something wrong.
About twelve of them came over, and Ryan reluctantly lay down. His dick stuck straight up and he settled against the grass. He heard Sam remind them again they couldn't touch it, and that reassured him.
All ten guys lined up eagerly, and Ryan was subjected to 60 second manipulations of his nipples, his belly button, his balls, his toes and innumerable hand stroking across his chest or up his thighs as far as his balls. When twelve minutes was up and no one had gotten any results beyond the constant pre-cum dripping down his shaft, Sam called time. The one long-term result of their attempts was that they got an idea of what things made Ryan sensitive and what things would drive him wild. They considered that information valuable in itself, because in time to come they would be in the gym with him and could have a chance to try those things.
Then Sam had his moment. It was one he had been waiting for.
"OK, Ryan, pull your knees up to your chest. That's right, all the way, but keep your shoulders and back on the ground."
The guys knew something was up. Ryan did as instructed, a worried look in his eyes. Sam reached into a paper bag he had and removed a frozen hot dog, nicely greased. It was so well prepare that a large glob of Vaseline sat atop the tip.
Crouching beside Ryan's knees, he spread them wide but upright. "Keep them wide, Ryan. It'll go in easier." Then he lined up the hot dog, and with minimal preparation slowly inserted it into Ryan.
"Push back, Ryan" he said. Fortunately it was a slender one, of the type found in value packs of foods, but still its penetration made Ryan gasp shrilly.
He could hear their sounds as they looked at this. He tried to tighten his butt, but the hot dog was already inside. Sam began to move it back and forth, a secret smile on his face. That movement began to bring Ryan to the brink, no matter how hard he fought it. It was like his erection was a cannon, a rocket waiting to take off. And with each movement, take-off time was rushing forward. It had the desired effect, for as Sam pushed it around and pulled it back and forth, Ryan's penis shuddered, trembled, and then five massive ropes of cum gushed out. Sam jumped back, but not quickly enough to escape some on his face and hand.
Guys cheered, some clapped, a few shuddered and turned away. Ryan just lay there, mortified. He wanted a towel to clean himself off. He looked up at Sam.
"Time to streak, Ryan. Hop up and go find Josh."
Ryan couldn't believe it. He had no idea where the house was they had sent Ryan to. He was too new to know the streets yet. He was drenched in cum and he was sure he stank.
The old house looked grim in the moonlight. Josh ran to the porch, up the steps, and looked rapidly around. The roof extended out beyond the porch, and the overhang made it dark even with the full moon. He hurried around, looking on window sills or outside blinds. Finally at the darkest corner at the end of the porch, he found a small package tied with string. He picked it up and was surprised at how heavy it was. He guessed, rightly as it turned out, that it was a brick. When he stepped off the porch into the moonlight he saw written on the outside, "Take me to Sam. Your time is running out."
In the excitement he had forgotten about the 15 minute limit before his balls would start to burn. They hadn't started burning yet, so he had not used up the first 15 minutes. He decided to take the other route back, since if he hadn't been caught on the route coming, the guy might go over to the quick route and wait for him there. Plus the two guys who wanted his picture were at the fast route.
He felt confident as he started out; there was no traffic so far and it was darker here. With the package in one hand and his bone still eager for some relief, he gave himself another squeeze before he started out at full pace. It was amazing to him how running naked could get him so totally horned and so anxious at the same time. He knew the minute he got home he'd take things well in hand.
He had begun to sweat as he ran, and now his balls were beginning to come to life. At first it was just a little warm glow, but gradually they heated up. He became a little desperate and that was why he never saw the guy until he stood right in front of him.
"Got you, Josh."
It was Ted. He stood there having stepped out from behind a tree. Josh stopped, gasping for breath. Ted looked almost like someone from a horror movie. He was holding a rope with loops at each end, and a pair of cuffs. Setting Josh's package down for a moment, he cuffed Josh's hands behind him, then attached the 14 inch rope at each ankle, pulling the loops tight and cinching them.
"There" he said, retrieving the package. "If you drop this, you'll have a hard time picking it back up, so I'd suggest you hold on tight to it." Josh couldn't imagine how he would bend backward to get it off the ground if that happened. Then Ted continued with a smile, "And I'd suggest that if you trip and start to fall, that you roll yourself sideways. It you fell straight forward with that erection of yours, you could ruin yourself for life. That's one time you really don't want a broken bone." He turned to leave. "I'll see you back at Sam's," he said.
Running was harder now. He couldn't take very big steps with the rope hobbling him, and the package in his fingers began to slowly feel like it weighed a ton. He didn't dare drop it. His balls were burning and his dick was dripping.
He only had about 6 more blocks to go when he heard laughter to the side. He didn't look over and tried to hurry on. But the running feet told him he was about to be stopped. Near the corner they caught up with him, coming around in front so that he had to stop or run into them.
They were grinning from ear to ear. They wouldn't move and the big one put his hand out to Josh's chest.
"Not so fast, streaker."
It was that big slob who had kicked him when he was trying to get the suntan lotion out of Sam's car. And he had run back beside Josh, popping him occasionally on the butt. It was Joe Pete Mathews. And he had his little buddy with him just like on Monday. For a 15 year old freshman, Joe was built like a linebacker. And he had all the personality of a dump truck.
"Out of my way" Josh said evenly, still running in place so as not to lose any momentum.
"I don't think so" Joe said. "Let's see what we've got here. Hmmm. You're obviously streaking, you're carrying something in your hands which are tied behind you, and you've got a bone that would be perfect on X-Tube." Turning to his little buddy, he said "Howard, run back and get the camera phone, and do it fast. I'll entertain boner boy until you get back."
Josh's balls were burning, he was furious at this slob blocking his way, and his fingers were getting really tired from trying to grasp the package. The little guy hurried off.
"Now it's just us two. I like that" he said. Watching Josh's eyes, he reached down and grasped Josh's erection. Josh shivered from the feel.
"Like that, huh? Thought you would. Now we can have some fun for the camera."
Josh couldn't step back because Joe hadn't let go.
"Now tell me what's in the package."
"I don't know. I was told to streak over and get it off a porch and bring it back. I'm going to be later if you don't let me go, and I'll be in big trouble."
"Drop the package."
"No."
Joe gave a yank to Josh's dick and almost pulled it out of the socket, or that's the way it felt to Josh. Josh tried a different ploy.
"You're out for football. You mess with me now and you'll regret it for the rest of your football years."
Joe still hadn't released his dick. "I don't care. Football is just something to do. I rather do the kind of stuff I'm doing now, getting guys and having some real fun with them. Just like I'm having with you."
He kept holding Josh's dick and Josh knew something embarrassing would happen before too long. He figured if he dropped the package maybe he could run, but being hobbled he wouldn't get far. However it would get Joe's hand off his dick.
The sound of the brick hitting the pavement surprised Joe and momentarily he let go of Josh's erection. Josh started forward as Joe leaned to one side to see what fell. But he didn't get far before Joe came up behind him and grabbed his bound hands.
"Back here, now!" Then placing him where the package fell, he said "Pick it up."
The only way Josh could reach the package with his hands bound behind him was to slowly squat down, grab the package, and then stand up. It seemed simple but his leg muscles were already tired, and with no use of his arms for leverage, he wasn't sure he could stand up again.
"If I get it, I don't think I can stand without falling down."
"Just get the package. I'll make sure you don't fall...or if you do, you'll sure regret it." Josh didn't like the smirk on his face.
His balls were burning something fierce, his dick was still hard and hadn't lost the edge feeling from Joe's firm grip, but he began lowering himself down from the knees, reaching back so he could touch the package at the earliest time. He wondered if he could even get a grip strong enough to grasp it while he tried to stand back up.
His bare butt was only three inches from the ground when he felt the package. He tried to grasp it, but succeeded only in pushing it further away. Squat-legged he tried to back up. Then as he reached for it he lost his balance and he sat flat on the ground. Joe burst out laughing.
"Some athlete you are! Pussy boy can't even squat down and get a package. Let's see how you'll get up. Remember I will help you if you ask, but I don't think you'll like the kind of help I give."
Josh's leg muscles had given out. He kept trying to rise, but couldn't get enough of a push to get upright. Finally Josh did ask for help.
Joe grinned. "Damn, where is that camera phone? Howard isn't worth shit sometimes. I really wanted to get this for X-Tube." He leaned down, grabbed Josh's erection, and gave a pull. Josh screamed at the top of his lungs.
That was when Ryan came from out of nowhere. Taking it all in at a glance, Ryan grabbed Joe and hustled him down to the ground. Getting on top of him, he started punching him in the face as Joe squawked.
Josh rolled onto his side and was able to get in a better position to stand up. He came and stood beside Ryan.
"That bastard deserves to be punished" he said bitterly. Ryan continued to pummel Joe until Joe, with tears in his eyes, begged to be released. Ryan let him up and he ran off.
Ryan released Josh's bonds, deciding the streaking was over for the night. "We'll just tell Sam what happened and that we'll have to postpone it for another night. I'm sure you want that stuff off your balls, right?"
Ryan was grinning as he looked at Josh's erection. Ryan himself had stayed soft after Sam had shot him off at the cookout. His only reminder of what had happened was the cum still stuck on his chest and in his hair.
"I'll carry your package and the ropes, and you can use your hands to keep that big thing covered."
Josh realized Ryan was becoming more accustomed to saying things about bones and dicks than he had been at first. He was touched that Ryan had been so considerate about releasing him. That was when he noticed the cum on his chest.
"Looks like you've been having fun."
"It wasn't my doing" Ryan said. Josh wanted to ask him more, then realized that he had just passed up a great opportunity to get closer to Ryan. If he was still cuffed and hard, he could ask Ryan to give him some relief. That would be a new experience. Actually he wished Ryan would blow him in return for his help after the Grove Hill incident, but he knew there was no chance of that. A hand job would be the most he could hope for.
"Ryan, maybe you ought to cuff and hobble me. I'm not sure I really want to have to go through another streak again."
"Wait until we're about a block away. It'll look like you did it all in cuffs, and we'll make better time this way."
Ryan looked at Josh's erection, and wondered why it didn't try to go down at all.
"Josh, shall we try to get that fat kid who was messing with you? Maybe at school tomorrow?"
"Joe? Yeah. I'd love to."
At that moment Joe's little buddy showed up waving the camera phone. "I got it!" Then he stopped dead in his tracks. "Where's Joe?"
"Grab that phone!" Josh called out as he and Ryan lunged together. The smaller guy went sprawling, the cameral sliding away. Ryan grabbed it and shook it at the kid.
"Tell Joe he can get the phone back in person at school tomorrow, if he meets me and Josh behind the gym. And he better come alone."
The kid ran off, his face dead white. Ryan grinned. "I guess we scared him."
As they neared Sam's, Ryan reattached the ropes to Josh, and they went to the back yard together. Guys laughed when they saw Josh, and Ted was there with them now.
"I was getting worried about you" Ted said. Josh told them about Joe while Ted untied him and someone brought him his clothes. Sam painted his balls with the relief medicine, and things felt better. He saw Ryan was dressing also. All the others had dressed the minute Ryan headed out on his streak.
"We'll help you get him good" one of the guys said, and the others agreed. Some of them, of course, were laughing about Josh still being boned. Even inside his briefs, the head poked against the front of his jeans.
He looked around and asked, "Where's Matt?"
"He had to go. His brother came for him. I think they were going by the hospital before the close of visiting hours."
Josh knew it would be tomorrow night before Matt would have a chance to come over. Matt's brother had said he would stay with his dad, and Josh's parents told him they would be out that evening. Topping things off, his little brother Pete was going to spend the night at Tommy's. Josh decided things were looking up. Now he couldn't wait to get home and really empty that load from his balls.
Ryan knew when he got home he was going to really have to take time to sort things out. So much had happened in the past week, and he was experiencing feelings he had never acknowledged before. He sensed his personal life and private practices were changing.
The fire in the grill had gone out. Guys began leaving. Sam was visibly pleased with the success of his cookout. Josh was ready to walk home now. He saw Ryan standing there.
"You heading my way?" Josh asked.
Ryan grinned. "I guess."
They fell into step, heading down the street...together.
End of Chapter Thirty
(Several of you will recognize your thoughts and suggestions in this chapter. Sometimes it's things you suggested in the past. I try to hold on to all emails, as well as answer them. -- Bart)