Chapter Five - Come Fill the Cup
When you're young and summers last forever, their inevitable ending comes as a shock and a curse. It is like the toll of doom, or the start of a prison sentence.
The weekend before the beginning of practice went too quickly. Among the plans of the varsity, Matt did get to spend the night with Josh, but Troy forced them to wear boxing gloves to bed.
For Troy it was great to have another chance to embarrass his brother, to get him boned and laugh at him. At bedtime, he took them both into the bathroom, and with their gloves already on, he pulled down their briefs so they could take a leak. Since they had no hands to hold their dicks, Troy did the job. He was gleeful.
"Josh, let's see. I think if I point it this way it'll be easier for you to pee. Don't you think so?"
"No! You've got it pointed at my leg and you know it. Cut the crap, Troy."
"My gosh, you're right. I see that now. Maybe if I moved it a little...oh oh. Josh is your little pecker starting to respond? I knew it liked me, but did it want to start something this late at night?"
His fingers were carefully massaging it, and Josh was using all his concentration to just pee and get it over. But Troy was determined to get his brother hard and send him to bed wanting to cum and not being able to. The way he worked it was to let Josh finally pee, and then to say "Here, let's shake it. No need for little drops to drip afterward, is there? Here. It just takes a little effort..." As Matt watched in embarrassment and Josh gritted his teeth, Troy played with the dick until it was totally boned.
"Here, that's almost perfect. Just a little more and we'll be through." When he saw precum forming, he knew his mission was accomplished. "There now, let's pull your little briefs back up, and point your little bone up and snug, and you two are ready for bed."
To humiliate his 16 year old brother in front of Matt was a great thrill for Troy. After marching them back into the bedroom, he patted Josh in the crotch under the pretext of making sure it was all smooth and comfortable there. That assured him the bone was solid hard, rock firm. Then he gave each of the two boys' wedgies and lifted them into the bed as if they were small children.
But all was not lost. In the dark they huddled together, their bodies close. They whispered to each other and talked about dreams and plans. They got to know each other better than they would have if Troy had never done anything to them. In their misery they bonded. Just before falling asleep, Matt asked, "Are you still boned?"
"Yes and I hate it."
"Being boned?"
"Being boned and not being able to get off."
"That's kind of like torture, isn't it?" Matt had dreams and fantasies about torture.
"I guess. I don't think about it too much. But I guess I have lately, ever since that day at the creek when you worked me off."
"If my hands were free, I would be glad to work you off now. It would be fun."
They were so close, so comfortable in each other's warmth, hugging together. Josh had a thought.
"If you sort of massaged down there with your glove, not too hard or anything, maybe the friction of the cotton in my underwear would get me off. I'm sort of close to shooting."
Matt felt a glow. Someone was finally sharing secrets of their sex life with him. At home sex was treated as a threat. Here it seemed so natural.
He began the massaging. He couldn't feel anything through the glove, but Josh seemed to be responding. He pushed his face close to Josh's and felt his breath as he began to react.
"Yes. Good. Yes...yes...yes...oh god yes!" Inside his briefs his dick squirted glorious cum. It strained against the material and Josh urged "Push harder. Push tight." The added push helped him to get the final burst out and really feel the satisfaction of it. To him there was nothing worse than shooting off and not being able to squeeze it tight as he came.
And so they slept. When morning came and Troy came to release the gloves, he found Josh's dick stuck to his shorts.
"Ow! Don't pull them down so hard, you're hurting me."
"Well if you hadn't squirted all over yourself in the night, you wouldn't be stuck this way. Maybe the soreness will keep your hand off it for a day."
Josh vowed again that he would someday get even with his brother.
On Saturday of that weekend, Joe's client who had requested Chet asked for him again. In the phone call, the client asked "Does he ever do more stuff? I mean for more money?"
"What did you have in mind" Joe asked, always ready to make money.
"Maybe something special?"
"What kind of special?"
"Well I've heard about special things like the Pig Shit Stomp' or the Inside Banana Stuffing."
"Look, if you want the `Pig Shit Stomp' I can arrange to get a guy from Atlanta to come down. Atlanta guys go ape over that kind of stuff."
"No, no. I want this boy."
"Listen, man, there's lots of better guys available. What types do you like? I can get them from Atlanta or New Orleans. Local stuff here is real country. They don't do shit like that."
"What price?"
"Well I'd have to call and ask."
"No, I mean what price for your boy to do it. I can pay big. But I don't want any import. I want local home grown jock stud stuff, complete with balls and dick. Him. Big balls and lots of dick."
Joe noticed the man's voice was getting husky. `Holy crap, it sounds like that guy's jacking himself off while we talk' Joe thought. For all his dominance over Chet, Joe was in his own way very protective. He liked the guy, even though he used him.
Joe decided to try a different tact. "Look, this kid is a virgin. Well maybe not with girls, but he's never done this stuff. He would absolutely crap if he knew what the `Pig Shit Stomp' was. It would totally gross him out. I mean for him to do it you'd have to have a gun pointed at his head. And even then he might prefer to die."
There was a pause. Then the man said "Name me a price."
"Price? There is no price. The kid won't do it."
"Joe, I know you're a business man. You've always been able to get something if the price was right. I'm just saying to name your price."
"As an option, how about this? I can get a 21 year old surfer with muscles and a great tan who will for the right price do the `Inside Banana Stuffing'. He charges a lot, but he's worth it. I can have him here by Monday night. Will that suit you? I tell you true, you don't find guys who will do the grapes and banana any more."
"No Joe. I want that guy I asked for."
"Then I'm sorry, but I'll have to drop you as a client."
"Watch your step, Joe. I cold go to the cops."
"Well then I'll give you a message: I have two audio and video cameras concealed in Room 8 at the Truck Stop Motel. I have every scene of you with him and with boys before him. Your wife and sons wouldn't like that. So no cops. Just go way."
Joe slammed the phone down. But he knew it wouldn't be over. These things never were.
With the start of twice daily football practice ("two-a-days") just two days away, most of the players were expected to check with the coach and come by the gym to sort out equipment and be assigned a locker. As an incoming team member, sophomore Josh Raider came by in the early afternoon. Wearing t-shirt and gym shorts, he was conscious of being one of the new guys. Although the team had initiated him in the middle of the previous week, only those 8 guys who did the initiating really knew who he was.
Two big guys, linebackers, were sorting gear when Josh came by. He figured them for seniors. They looked at him and snorted.
"What are you doing here? This is the varsity's area. We don't let strangers in."
"I'm new to the team. I'm Josh Raider."
"Any kin to Troy Raider?" one of them asked suspiciously.
"He's my brother I'm sorry to say."
"You got my sympathy, kid."
He didn't like being called kid. He was 16 and had been a key quarterback on the Junior Varsity the previous year. He decided to stand up for himself, although he felt like they towered over him.
"I'm not a kid. I may be new, but that's all."
"He's got a lip like his brother."
The other guy laughed. "We have ways of fixing that." He was tossing some older shoulder pads into a far pile for final evaluation. They were probably not yet ready for discard. Old equipment was not unusual at the school. Money problems had made the school have to reuse and skimp as best they could to turn out a team.
They came over. They were really big. Josh stood his ground.
"Ever been spanked, wise mouth?"
"Not by the likes of you." Josh knew there was nothing he could do, given their size and weight. But he never liked to give up without a struggle and if he gave in too easily they would walk all over him after that.
The guys suddenly got crafty grins on their faces.
"Let's take him out back."
Josh tried to explain. "I just came by to get checked out. That's what we were told to do."
"We'll check you out good, I promise you that." They laughed as they grabbed for him.
They were big with massive chests and arms. Josh was almost 5' 9", but they picked him up like a sack of potting soil, one by his hands and the other by his ankles. Some other guys on the far side looked up and laughed.
"Where you taking him?"
"To the taking place if that's any of your concern. We're just straightening out a new guy."
The rest laughed. "Can we come too?"
"You wait and we'll send him in after we're done. And leave all this equipment alone. We spent too much time to have you goof-offs mess it up."
It seemed ominous that they were carrying him outside. Bad things happened when guys did that. Josh hoped they weren't going to take his pants off. He had already been stripped last week and didn't think he deserved to be put through that again.
They went out through the back door into the yard on the far side of the school. Josh could see some guys in the distance shooting baskets. He hated to get stuff done to him where other people could look over and see. Being watched always made it worse.
Still swinging him between them, the guy at his head asked, "What position have you played before?"
"Quarterback."
"Well let's see. I think it takes some real ass spanking to make a good quarterback. Don't you agree, Sam?
"For sure. Nice red little ass on him. Rosy cheeks. Hot butt time, Ted, just the way we like it."
"Where's a good spot?" Sam asked, looking around.
"How about that old picnic table by the baskets. We can lay him over a bench, or we can spread him out on the table top."
As they neared the table, the basketball players stopped to look. Then they grinned. "Can we get in on that?"
Sam said quietly to his buddy, "I told you basketball players were all fags. They always want to handle the goods. I think it comes from shooting those high baskets."
"It's in their balls" the other guy said.
Speaking to them Sam said "Naw, I think we got it handled. Maybe at the end you can come over."
The guys resumed shooting hoops. But Josh could turn his head and see they still glanced over this way.
The linebackers lay him face down on the table, with his chest and head held there while his legs dangled down to the ground. They had pushed the bench aside to make room.
"Get his shorts pulled so we can see our target."
As Ted pulled them partway down, he said "Damn! He's wearing underwear. Little tighty whites, just like little kids wear."
"Hey, kid, don't you know incoming players can't wear any underwear until at least midseason? We'll tell you guys when you can start wearing them."
"Get `em off him and throw them away."
"Hey that's mine. Don't throw my shorts away." His mom kept a close eye on the laundry basket, and always asked when any clothes disappeared.
"What would you do with them if we gave them back to you? You can't wear them until we say so, and you don't have any pocket in those gym shorts to stuff them in.
He couldn't tell them he'd get in trouble at home, that was what little kids did. They had big hands and they were all over him. They already had his shorts down to his ankles and were pulling them off. Then they grabbed his briefs and yanked them down. "Kick them off."
Josh did. Then, oddly, they pulled his shorts back up to just below his butt. While Ted pinned his hands to the tabletop, Sam started rubbing his butt. It gave Josh a funny feeling to get his butt rubbed.
"Nice smooth little ass on this kid."
"I'm not a kid!"
WHAM! Sam's huge hand smacked the left cheek and Josh reared. He couldn't really get away. They smacking started. The basketball guys stopped playing to look over their way. They started grinning and nudging each other. Wham! Wham! Wham!
Josh's butt started to burn. "Look at it turn red." Wham! Wham! Wham! "You want to do this for a while, Ted?"
They swapped places. Ted also enjoyed rubbing his butt before he started. "I can feel the warmth. That's the kick out of being the second one to do the spanking, you get a nice warm place to rub." He gave a happy sigh. Then he remembered his task and said "Yeah, let's get those cheeks rosy."
Wham! Wham! Wham!
"Feel the burn, man."
They were big guys with huge chests and strong arms, and their swats almost covered each cheek. It really stung. When they stopped, Sam said "Let's go back in and show the others what a nice tan you've gotten there."
They released Josh who pulled his shorts all the way up and ran on back inside. As he looked back, Sam and Ted were calling the basketball players over. Josh wondered if they were going to do something to them too. If they did, he wished he could watch.
When he went back into the gym, the same guys who had laughed when he went out were still there. They came over to him and crowded around, making a circle.
"Let's see it."
"What?"
"We heard the sound of spanking. Let's see it man, let's see what your little butt looks like now."
Josh hesitated. Then one of them said "Are you going to show us, or do we do it ourselves?"
Reluctantly Josh pulled down his shorts in back.
"Bend over. We need to get a real look, not some half-assed quick view."
They all made comments and laughed. As some others came in from the front, they called out to them "Come see this red butt we found."
Josh started to pull them up but one guy touched his arm and said "Not until we say so."
"Josh! Haven't seen you since the time at the creek!"
It was Jennings. This time Chet wasn't with him, but one of the guys who had been in the truck was. It was Ben Stone.
"Why are you showing them your ass? We got to see something way better at the creek."
Everyone laughed. Josh pulled the shorts back up.
"Looks like somebody gave you a really red butt" Ben said.
They were interrupted by noise from the back. Turning they saw Sam and Ted holding one of the basketball boys. His shirt was gone and his pants and jockeys were at his ankles. He was struggling to get away, dancing around but unable to break the hold.
He was greeted by lots of jeers and mocking. Someone shouted "This is the team's room, and nobody else should be here!" Some moved closer to the guy. "If you don't get out of here right now, bad stuff is going to happen. We're the varsity, and the varsity rules!" Appropriate cheers followed.
The guy couldn't break free and from the look on his face, he didn't know why the team couldn't see that. His uncut dick was flopping and his balls looked full. He looked to be about 17, and he was hairy: dark hair, with dark hairs on his arms and legs, and his balls as well. He was really tall.
"He's got way too much hair on him" one guy said.
"He needs a shave" someone else cracked.
Josh stared fascinated, and then felt a twinge or jerk inside. He realized he was about to bone up just looking at this guy. With no underwear, everybody would see what was happening. He ought to move out of sight, but something about all this had him frozen, and his dick was about to rise.
"Yeah" someone else said. "Let's shave him good. At his age he doesn't need that much hair."
"Please" the guy said. He sounded scared. He tried to turn his head to look at Sam. "Just let me go."
"All you have to do is break away" Sam said in a friendly way. But his eyes showed he was anxious for this to go further.
Ted explained, "They wanted to help us spank Josh. Now everybody knows only fags want to join in a spanking. Real guys find people on their own to spank, they don't ask for seconds."
"Yeah, we got him, but his buddy ran away. Your buddy is a coward for not helping you." Sam nodded emphatically as if he wanted the guy to learn a big lesson.
Someone beside Josh asked, "Where do we take him?" Someone else replied, "There's a training table beyond the shower room, and plenty of water. Anybody got a razor and shaving cream?"
Josh's bone was at full thrust. He couldn't point it up because it would be too obvious, but pointing it down made it poke out the end of his shorts, raising the leg.
"Hey, it looks like Josh's snake is ready to strike!"
They all turned and looked at him. Josh put his hand in front of it and pushed it down. But then someone grabbed his arm and it popped right up and out again.
"It wants out. It's trying to raise the leg and escape!"
One of the bigger guys grabbed his shorts and jerked them down. The force of it made his dick bounce. Everybody laughed, even the prisoner. Josh kept looking at the prisoner. He had more hair than Josh and bigger balls. Of course he was over six feet tall and maybe that would explain it, maybe hair and balls go with being more than six feet tall. He had good muscles on his arms and legs and his abs looked hard. Josh was surprised that these things turned him on. He didn't understand it. He never used to think that way.
"What's that you've got there, Josh?" someone asked.
"We call him Boner Boy!" Jennings said and they laughed.
Josh leaned down to pull up his shorts and someone popped him on the butt. He jumped and his bone bobbed up and down. More people laughed and moved closer. Then someone else popped him and Josh tried to move away.
"Don't let him get away, he'll let that snake loose in here and we'll all die!" They were all pretty boisterous now. The crowd showed they were really up for this, really carried away, ready for anything.
Ted and Sam still held their prisoner, and as someone turned Josh around and held his shoulders so he couldn't go, he realized he was only a few feet from the guy. His shorts had come off when he tried to run, and they were behind him on the floor.
The prisoner looked at Josh and his bone. He saw the blond hair, the blue eyes, the smooth body with the blonde bush and the eager bone pointing at him.
He had a frightened look that was different from being scared. He didn't seem able to keep his eyes off Josh. Josh couldn't figure out why until he realized the guy's dick was getting longer. The guy began to shake his head. Then the others began to notice it too.
"Hey Josh you've got a fan." Another guy said "His bone wants your bone, man." "Why not give him a hand, Josh?"
By now the guy was actually sweating. Ted and Dam started laughing. "Let's get him to the table before this rocket of his fires off onto Josh." "Better get out of range, Josh."
They began leading the guy into the shower area where the training table was. The coach gave guys heat massages for sore muscles and other things there. The guy's bone was hard and it was long. Josh had not seen one that long before. The head was kind of interesting; it sort of came to a point where it curved out to the side. It had pushed the foreskin back. In a way the head looked like an arrowhead, the flange was wide and the tip was a really sharp-looking point.
They held him on the table while other guys crowded around. Whoever was holding Josh's shoulders made sure he was not only next to the table but right beside the bone. Since the guy was only held by his arms and his ankles, he kept trying to twist which made his bone swing back and forth. This seemed to excite the crowd and someone said "Slap that thing! Make it go away!"
The guy was writhing, hollering, even begging them to let him go. Someone came up with a bowl of warm water, the lather and the razor. At that point, Jennings went to Sam and said something in his ear. Sam grinned and looked at Josh and nodded.
"Josh, we've decided you can do the honors on him. After all, he wanted your butt, now you can get his bone. While we shave him, it's your job to make his bone stay out of the way. In addition there's one more essential job: Don't let it go down!"
There was a real roar then. At that moment Josh's dick locked up in ultimate hard-on mode. It didn't happen often, but sometimes when he got hard it was like his dick wouldn't go down until he actually beat off. It would just stay rock hard, no matter what he tried to do to soften it. Only a real jerk off would end it. That was how it was now.
To Josh this moment was the fulfillment of what it meant to be part of a team, to be able to do stuff with other guys, to enjoy things like this as well as playing football. He stepped up against the table. His bone was sticking out and slightly up, so it rested on the table as he reached for the guy's dick.
The guy looked at him with desperation in his eyes. He seemed to want to tell Josh something. Josh leaned in close while the others were still making noise and foaming up the lather.
"Be careful. I'm about to shoot."
"Oh." That presented a problem. How was he to make it stay hard, move it when they needed to shave a spot, and not bring him off? He saw the guy looking at his dick. Josh wondered why the sight of his dick was what originally made the guy get boned up.
"I haven't shot off in a couple of days" the guy said.
"Is that why you boned up when you saw me?"
"No, that's a different reason. But my balls are so full it's like they'll explode if I don't get off soon."
"What's the `different reason'?"
"I've seen your picture."
Josh didn't know what to say. How could he have seen Josh's picture? He was excited about his job in getting this guy, but he felt sorry for him. Nobody likes to be made to shoot off in public. He learned that lesson last week. A guy's dick ought to be his own property, not something to be ridiculed.
"I'll be careful" he said.
The guy flashed him a smile, then began hollering again as they lathered up his chest.
"I bid to shave his balls" Ted said loudly.
The guy behind Josh said "Ted loves shaving a guy's balls. That really gets him off. So if you ever see him coming toward you with lather and a razor, run the other way."
Josh held the guy's bone without moving. Two other guys showed up with razors and began lathering and shaving the guy's pits and then down his arms.
The dick felt real good in Josh's hands. It was strong and firm. He almost wished he could work it off, just to enjoy the thrill of making a guy squirt to the ceiling.
Ted suddenly appeared beside Josh. "I could shave balls all day" he said by way of explanation. "There's nothing like the power of holding a guy's balls and know a slip of the razor could have blood everywhere. It's a lot harder to shave a guy's balls than his crotch. Balls are sensitive, they curve, they move."
Josh looked toward the guy's face. He was straining to keep from shooting, and afraid of moving and what would go wrong. Josh kept his right hand on the bone pole, and used the first finger of his left hand to touch the piss slit at the top. He just gave it a tiny tap, but the guy shot a glance his way, a look of panic. Josh liked that; he was beginning to love power. He was also finding out how much fun it was to get guys and do stuff to them. But he still wondered what picture of him the guy had seen.
Ted was lathering away and beginning to shave. Josh had to push the bone forward to give him room. His own bone began rubbing on the table.
The guys shaving his chest were down to his pubes. They began playing with them, pulling on them, teasing them before the razor came. Josh moved the bone again. It was hard to find a spot that wasn't in the way of either Ted with his balls or the guys with his pubes. It was a case of push the bone right, then push it up, then push left, then hold straight up. Finally it was more than the guy could take. He gave a great cry of "Uuuughhh!" and ropes of strong, hot sperm came firing out. Josh let go and jumped back, and the bone began spinning wildly as it fired. Josh had never imagined a guy could shoot so much. Finally it dribbled the last cum out.
Other guys were cussing because it got on them. Even Ted stopped shaving his balls. "Damn!" he said, "you could have at least warned us!"
Josh went over to the sink to wash the stuff off his hands. His dick remained rock hard. He knew that with or without his briefs, it would be hard to go home with it that way. He could poke it up into the elastic waist, but the head would be poking out and pushing the waistband open. If he poked it down it would poke out the leg and lift it up.
He heard someone say "Roll him over now that the thing has gone down. We'll shave his ass as well."
When Josh turned from the sink, he found Jennings and Ben standing there. Jennings was holding a small cup.
"Coach says all new players have to give him a sperm sample."
"What? Why?"
"Part of the school's new safety program. If a guy is ever injured and sues the school saying it affects his ability to have children, the sample will be tested against what he now produces. Everybody has to do it, it just started last year."
"Did you have to do it?"
"No, I was the year before. But Ben did."
Ben gave an embarrassed smile.
Josh thought about his bone needing to go down anyway, so he reached out for the cup. "I'll go to the bathroom and take care of it."
"Wait, Josh. You have to do it in front of witnesses. Just like urine samples for drug testing. Ben and I will go with you."
The showers and stalls were nearby. Josh entered a stall and turned his back.
"No, I'm sorry Josh. You have to face us. If you don't want us to observe, is there someone out there who could come in to witness you do it?"
Josh sighed. "No I rather have you guys watch than some stranger. It's not like you haven't seen me in all kinds of circumstances before."
"OK. Well hurry it up, coach is waiting. We sure don't want him walking in on the shaving out there."
Josh looked at them and started in. He had good slime oozing out and got it slick right away, but even with rapid jerking he just couldn't build to a climax. After a little while he explained "I'll have to sit down. I can't jack off standing up."
They smiled at him and at each other. Sitting on the pot, Josh built up good speed. He did a lot of crossing and uncrossing of his legs, pushing in on his balls and pulling on them, and he had plenty of precum.
"Hurry, Josh."
He sighed. He hated to do this in front of guys, but he needed to cum and so finally he had to use his tried and true method. He put the cup on the floor at his feet. Sticking his middle finger in his mouth, he sucked on it until it was sloppy with spit. Then half raising off the pot, he stuck it up his butt. Instant joy, instant excitement, instant bliss. Shaking his head form side to side, he said "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah." He had sat the cup on the floor when he started this, but Jennings now reached down, retrieved it, and held it to his dick as Josh finished the job.
Josh whacked it, he twisted it, he jacked for all he was worth, holding it so tight he thought he might cut off circulation. Then it started coming. "Yes! Yes! YES!" He stomped his feet as he shot.
He nearly filled the cup.
"Squeeze the last drops out and run to the coach right away."
"My shorts."
"There's nobody at the school and he's just right inside in his office. If you don't hurry that stuff will start to dry out. Get it to him while it's still hot and soft. Run, man, run!"
Josh took off like a flash, his dick still totally boned. He saw them turning the prisoner over to shave his butt. He wanted to get back for that.
Reaching the coach's office, he didn't knock, he just opened the door and ran in. The coach looked up surprised. Josh ran to his desk and said "Here's my sample."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Josh held it forward to him. "My sperm sample you wanted."
"Look, son, I don't know what you're talking about. You take that filthy stuff back to where you came from."
Josh was crestfallen. He had never walked into a trap like that before.
The coach thought for a moment. "Who told you that I wanted a sperm sample?"
Josh didn't want to tell. He hung his head.
"You go back and tell Jennings I want him in my office NOW!"
As Josh went out the door, the coach shouted at the top of his lungs, "JENNINGS! YOU GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
End of Chapter Five.
(Thanks for the encouragement and comments. â€" Bart)